Josie, Zara and the Visitor

“Remind me again,” Josie said as she and Zara got out of the taxi, “why we both agreed to help out at that fete.”

“Well,” the blonde haired Zara said, “one, I work for the company, two, you agreed, and three we said it would be fun.”

“True,” Josie said as she shook her head, “but dressed like this?”

Zara looked at her lover, wearing a pale blue waitress dress with a purple scarf tied over her hair, and shook her head. “I’m no better – remember?”

“Yeah, I know,” Josie said as she smiled shyly. Zara was wearing a grey-blue scarf tied over her hair, and a white short sleeved dress, both women wearing sandals. “Look, why don’t we go in, get changed, and then go see a movie.”

“Now that sounds like a great idea,” Zara said as they gently kissed, and then walked into their house, Josie closing the door behind her as she made her way into the kitchen.

“I’ll make some tea,” she said as Zara made her way up the stairs, smiling even more as she made her way into the bathroom and closed the door. As the water started running from the shower, she heard nothing of what was happening downstairs…

“Now that feels better,” Zara said as she pulled the denim shorts up, fastening the front before she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black sleeveless top, and as she turned round she smiled at herself.

“Looking good – and I’m ready for that tea," she said to herself as she picked up a large blue and white checked scarf, and wrapped it loosely round her neck, before she made her way down the stairs.

“Hey – I thought you were – oh dear lord, not again,” Zara said quietly as she walked into the living room, looking at Josie as she sat on the couch, her scarf now pulled between her lips and keeping her quiet as she looked at her lover.

Behind her was a young man, wearing a denim jacket and jeans, who smiled as he put his hand on Josie’s shoulder. “Well, I see she has excellent taste,” he said with a smile, “and I do know she wants to get out of that outfit. But I need to make sure you stay here, nice and quiet, so I want you to turn round and put your hands behind your back.”

“And then?”

“and then,” he said as he held up a roll of white electrical tape, “your lover here will tape your wrists, use that very useful scarf to keep you quiet, then make you stay here while I take her to change.”

“You don’t know a couple called Adam and Eve do you,” Zara said as she turned round, looking over her shoulder as Josie stood up and took the roll of electrical tape.

“Nope – but I’ve heard of them. Do a nice job – so if you’ve met them, a friend did it you.”

“And I’d love to know who,” Zara said quietly as she felt the tape on her wrists while Josie wrapped it tightly round, holding them together behind her back. She then opened her mouth as Josie rolled her scarf up, the wool filling her mouth as it was pulled between her lips and tied round her head.

“Lie down,” the stranger said as Josie nodded, Zara lying on the couch and watching as Josie taped her ankles together, then left with him. Zara twisted herself round, wondering what he meant by knowing who Adam and Eve were, and wondering what was happening to Josie.

A few minutes later, she breathed a sigh of relief as Josie was brought back in, now wearing a red top with black polka dots, denim shorts over dark tights, and flat grey shoes. A black shawl scarf had been rolled up and pulled between her teeth as well, while her hands were now behind her back. As Zara sat herself up, she saw Josie turn round, the white tape round her wrists as she nodded and sat next to her.

The man knelt down and taped Josie’s ankles together, before he said “now, I need a place to hang out for the weekend, and you get to be my hosts. Just stay calm, and you’ll be just fine.”

Zara and Josie looked at each other, before the man walked out, leaving them to twists round before Josie let her head rest on Zara’s shoulder.

“Hrwwhghhggnnn.”

“Yhsss, bhhthhsshh?”

“Nhhddeee…”

When Josie opened her eyes, she noticed three things. One, it was dark outside. Two, Zara had also fallen asleep. And three, the man was sitting in a chair, smiling as he said “I was about to wake you guys up – I’m having some food delivered, and if you promise not to raise the alarm, I’ll untie your wrists and let you both eat.”

Josie slowly nodded as she nudged Zara, the blonde opening her eyes and blinking as she said “hssthllhrrr?”

“Yhsss,bhthhllhthhsht.”

“HGhddedeee…”

The ring of the doorbell was heard by all three, as the man put his finger to his lips and walked out. A few minutes later, he came back in, and put some bags down, unloading the boxes before he walked behind the girls and cut their wrists free, then removed their scarves.

“Any chance of a drink,” Zara said as she worked her lips, then saw the three small bottles of Coca Cola as he handed them one each.

“So,” Josie said quietly, “any chance of a name and an explanation.”

“It’s Paul – and I escaped from a youth prison.” Both girls were taken back by his clear statement, as he said “but I need a place to hold up until my friend comes and picks me up, so guess what girls – you’re it.”

“And that will be?”

Paul just smiled as he said “you two lovers?”

Zara nodded as he said “well, you’re going to spending a lot of quiet time, but don’t worry - you can spend it together.”

“Not the first time that has happened,” Josie said as she picked up a spring roll and started to eat it.

“Ah yes – Adam and Eve. Figured out yet who employed them to pay you a visit?”

“Nope – why?”

“Because,” he said as he looked at Zara, “I can find out for you – call it a thank you for having to put up with me for the weekend.”

“And just how are you going to manage this weekend – fancy some cross-dressing,” Josie said with a smile.

“No – I’m going to do a little late night shopping, once I have you both secured for the night.”

“And how are you going to stop us calling for help?”

“Uhddhthhskk,dhdnhhtuh?”

Zara smiled over the scarf which was tied between her lips, nodding and then groaning as Paul pulled her bound ankles back and tied them to the rope that was between her legs. Both girls were lying on Zara’s bed, tightly hogtied and scarf gagged, unable to move without the rope rubbing on their cotches as Paul smiled.

“Have fun ladies – I’ll see you in the morning,” he said as he closed the door, Josie twisting round as the rope helped her to pass the time. She saw Zara close her eyes and moan, as they both decided to find a way to pass the time pleasurably…

“Good morning.”

Zara slowly opened her eyes to see Paul standing there, wearing black chinos and a matching polo shirt. He reached down and untied the knot, then removed the soaking wet cloth as Zara said “you spent our money well at any rate.”

“Never said I used your money – I’m going to untie you, let you shower, and then I want you to put something nice on – your girl is waiting for you.”

“How nice,” Zara said quietly as Paul untied the ropes from round her body – ropes he had found the previous evening in Josie’s bedroom – and then made her way to the bathroom. She striped down and stepped under the shower wondering what was going to happen that day.

“Well, you finally woke up. Coffee and Danishes?”

“Courtesy of our guest, right,” Zara said as she sat down, her pleated check dress moving to the side as she put her ankles together on one side, watching as Paul tied her ankles together and then to the legs of the chair. She was also wearing a blue cashmere round necked sweater, the blue and white scarf folded in half and tied with the ends in front of her throat.

Josie had changed into a short blue dress, a wide leather belt round her waist, dark red tights and flat black shoes. A long grey cardigan was over the dress, and a large red scarf with a black print tied loosely round her neck like a bandana.

“There you go,” Paul said as he passed Zara a mug of coffee and a Danish pastry, then sat down and took a drink from a third mug.

“So are you going to tell us more about Adam and Eve – and how we find out who did that to us?”

“Well,” Paul said as he swallowed some pan au raisin, “they operate on a commission basis – a basic fee to do their visits, paid by the person who makes the suggestion. Normally, they leave a hint as to who it would be. Do you have the package they left with you?”

“Yeah,” Josie said, “but we never really looked at it. Why?”

“Finish your breakfast – I got some other supplies last night, so I’ll make you comfortable and then we can watch the package together…”

“Comfy?”

“Shmwhttt,” Josie said through the white tape that covered her mouth, wriggling as the bands of rope held her arms firmly to her sides, framing her chest as they pushed her cardigan to the side. Both she and Zara had their wrists tied in front of them, and then down to the rope that was tied round their legs. Zara had set their laptop up in front of both of them on the coffee table before she was bound, and now Paul was clicking on a file in the window, showing the contents of the USB stick that had been left after that weekend.

“Well, let’s have a look,” he said as the girls looked at the screen that had come up and then looked at each other as they saw film of them as they were dressed – and bound and gagged – over those three days.

“I have to ask the obvious question,” Paul said with a smile, “did you enjoy the time?”

Josie nodded as Zara smiled under the tape, as Paul said “right then – let’s have a look… Ah. Here’s the details of who it was who paid for them to visit you.”

He opened a text file and watched as the two girls leaned forward and stared at the name and address.

“Hmghnnehkhllhrrr,” Josie said as she looked at Zara.

“Nhuuhrrnhtt,” Zara said, and Josie could see the smile on her lips as the tape crinkled over them. She then kissed Josie’s neck, and said “hllhxphlnnlhttrrr…”

“I have seen that look before,” Paul said with a smile, “you know you can hire Adam and Eve to return the favour?” He was surprised to see Zara shake her head, as she said “Uuhlllshhh….”

“Are you absolutely sure that is what you want to do?”

Paul looked at the two women as they both nodded, Josie saying “When Zara explained her idea to me, my – well, I realised it would be a true case of poetic justice. I know we should really be grateful to her, after all – but we do need to thank her in the appropriate way.”

“Well, I’d be more than glad to arrange that for you while you both rest for the night – are you ready?”

“I am,” Zoe said as she adjusted the white scarf covering her hair. It was white, with large red dots and a red trim, and had been folded into a triangle before she had tied it over her loose hair. The design of the scarf matched the short skirt she was wearing, while her long sleeved white top had the message “I ♥ NY CATS” printed on it.

Josie, for her part, was now wearing a chiffon blouse, white with red bows on it, and denim cut off shorts, her legs in dark hose. She had a red scarf wrapped loosely round her neck, as she said “thank you for understanding our wishes.”

“Well, you’ve put up with me,” Paul said as he watched Josie tie a doubled over length of rope round Zara’s waist, making sure the knot was below her belly before she walked behind her lover, and reached between her legs, Zara softly sighing as the rope was taken up behind her, hiking her skirt up as it pressed on her clit.

“I can tell this is going to be a good night,” Zara said with a smile as she felt Josie tie the rope to the band round her waist, and then walk round in front of her, smiling as she said “your turn now – and make sure it’s tight like I did.”

“Naturally,” Zara said as she picked up a second length of rope, and tied the crotch rope onto her girlfriend, Josie smiling as the rope forced the denim of her jeans against her body. She then took her head in her hands and gently kissed her, Paul smiling as he said “I take it you wish to do the next stage to each other as well?”

Zara nodded as Josie folded the silk panties, and then opened her mouth to allow her to push the wad past her teeth, settling it on her tongue before she tore a strip of the white tape from the roll and pressed it down over her lips. Josie looked at her and then opened her own mouth, accepting the wadding and then closing her lips as Zara gently pressed the tape over it.

Zara then knelt down, a soft muffled gasp escaping her covered lips, before she took more rope and bound Josie’s legs together below her knees, playing the rope down and securing her ankles together as well. As Paul watched, Josie returned the favour, hearing him say “I know you are my hostages, but I have to admit, this is one of the more helpful situations I can imagine I could get into.”

“Dhtnghthnnehdeess,” Josie said as she stood up, Zara nodding in agreement as they wrapped their arms round each other.

“Don’t worry – I have other plans,” he said as he walked behind Josie, both women smiling as he crossed and bound Josie’s wrists together, and then secured them to the rope that was running between her partner’s legs. He walked round and returned the favour to Zara, Josie raising both eyebrows as she feel the increase of pressure on her body – the two layers providing little impediment to the feeling of the rope rubbing on her as Zara moved her wrists slightly.

“Shreehhh…”

“Nhuhrnhhttt,” Josie giggled as Paul tied rope round both of them to hold them together, then gently pushed them over so that they both landed on the bed.

“Now – let me go and take care of that favour for you, and I’ll pick up some things for breakfast while I’m about it,” he said with a smile as he looked at the two women, turning the light off as he left them in the room.

“Shhwhtdhuhwhnthhdhh?”

“Whtddhuhfhnnkkk,” Zara said as she slowly started to move her bound wrists up and down, using her nose to move the scarf away from Josie’s neck and then gently nuzzling her there with her gagged mouth. Josie closed her eyes and let a soft groan out, before she started to move her wrists as well, rubbing her cheek on Zara’s head and wanting to return the kiss…

Closing the door, the redhead let her handbag drop to the floor and looked at herself in the mirror. The black blazer she was wearing was open, revealing her black bustier leather dress, while her feet sat in a pair of three inch heels. Allowing herself a small smile, she turned and walked into the front room of her flat.

She never heard him, never saw him until the damp and sweet smelling cloth was pressed firmly over her nose and mouth, and even as she reached up to try and pull the arm down her head started to swim, her vision blur, and she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

He lowered her to the floor, checking her pulse and her breathing, before he opened a bag, taking out lengths of rope and rolling her onto her stomach before he crossed and bound her wrists together behind her back, then crossing and binding her ankles as well.

Rolling her over, he tore the backing paper from a strip of Elastoplast and pressed it firmly down onto her mouth, before he lifted her onto his shoulder, and carried her out of the room…

When Josie opened her eyes, several things became apparent to her. First, the pleasant warmth of Zara’s body against her, and the scent of her sweat as her head lay against her chest. Secondly, the dampness between her legs, a sign of a time well spent with each other. And thirdly, the fact they were still bound together – although the scent of fresh coffee was wafting up from downstairs.

“Ghsmhrnnlfrrr.”

Josie smiled, the tape crinkling more as she gently pressed her covered lips against those of Zara. “Ghdmhrrnhhnn, hwhhruh?”

“Hnhhdddhthlhtt, trfffbhthld,” Zara mumbled as Paul walked in.

“Good morning, both of you – who needs to go first?”

Josie nodded to Zara as Paul removed the ropes holding them together, and then untied their wrists, both of them sitting up as Zara quickly untied her legs and then ran for the toilet. Josie reached up and peeled the tape away from her mouth, taking the soaking wet cloth out before she said “what happened last night?”

“Oh, I think I can promise you an interesting time later today,” Paul said with a smile, “but first, I think I need to give you two girls some you time – with me tagging along of course. How does a country walk sound?”

“We’re still your hostages, right?”

“That’s right – why?”

Josie smiled as she said “let me tell you what Adam and Eve did…”

Paul had a smile on his face as he walked along the path a few paces behind Zara and Josie, the cool breeze blowing over all of them. He had allowed them to dress – with one important addition to their wardrobe - and then they had eaten breakfast, before he had taken care of something, and then driven both of them to the park.

Zara was wearing a blue and white t-shirt, the short sleeves pulled down to reveal her bare shoulders, and white shorts, with a pair of sandals on her feet. A large pink headscarf with a brown floral print was tied loosely over her hair, and she was wearing dark glasses.

As for Josie, she was dressed in her usual style, as Paul had discovered. Her short sleeved purple dress had white polka dots, and a thin brown leather belt round the waist, while she was also wearing dark purple tights and flat brown shoes. A purple scarf was wrapped round her neck, and her hair held back with a thin Alice band.

Unless anyone looked closely, they were just a young couple, holding hands as they took a walk. If they looked closely, they might be able to see the edges of the clear tape that was covering their mouth, but they would have to look very closely indeed – after they had each put a sponge in their mouths, Paul had taken great care to make sure there were no creases or air bubbles when he had pressed the tape on.

The other thing was well hidden – at their own request, before they had dressed, he had tied a new crotch rope on each of them – but this one had knots tied in, shall we say, strategic positions before he had put it into place. In fact, although he had suspected for some time that Josie in particular preferred to, as they say, “go commando” both had nothing on under their shorts or tights, except that rope.

Which is why he was watching them carefully, in case either of them had to stop for a moment.

Josie and Zara looked into each other’s eyes as they walked, feeling the knots rubbing on the very places they wanted them to rub, and enjoying the near continuous sensations they were feeling as they walked along. It wasn’t enough to tip them over the edge, but as they looked at each other again, both were glad they were not able to say anything.

And as he walked behind them, Paul hoped his very special guest was getting some enjoyment as well…

“So where is she?” Josie said as she came back down the stairs. Both women had found it necessary to shower and change when they had come back in, and she was now wearing a grey shift dress with a darker grey cardigan, dark tights and brown ankle boots, a white scarf with a grey pattern print loosely tied round her neck.

“Oh you will have the opportunity to make very clear how you both feel to her,” Paul said with a smile, “but I will be leaving soon – I just got word – so I need to ensure you and your partner are not in a position to raise the alarm until I have had a chance to get away.”

“Well, given how well you have treated both of us – and what you did last night – I think Zara and I can cope with being secured for a little while longer.”

“Especially if you do what you promised to do,” Zara said as she came down as well, wearing a black vest and jeans with a yellow headscarf tied over her hair, the scarf also bearing a tiger print pattern.

“I promise you, it will look as if I broke in here today, and left you both bound and gagged – with a little extra surprise,” Paul said with a smile as they walked into the front room, where he had put two chairs from the dining table next to each other. “Please, take a seat, and then put your arms around the chair back.”

“I suppose we could order some Thai later tonight – once the police have been,” Josie said as she sat down, and fed her arms through the gaps in the chair back, Paul kneeling behind her as he crossed and tied her wrists tightly together, and then tied the ends round the centre spar of the chair back.

“Thai sounds good,” Zara replied as she put her arms round the chair back, Paul securing her wrists in the same way before he stood up, and used a longer length of rope to bind her against the chair back, wrapping it around her arms and body as well so that she could only wriggle round.

As he secured Josie in the same way, she felt the ropes pressing down on her chest, and whispered “at least we’ll be comfortable. Any chance of watching something as well?”

“Got something in mind?”

“We’ve got the Blu-ray of The Greatest Showman – stick that on just before you go,” Zara said, Josie nodding as he knelt in front of her and secured her ankles together, then took them to one side and tied them to the chair leg, before he tied her legs together below her knees.

He then secured Zara’s ankle to the chair legs, as well as each leg below the knee, before he stood up and said “I just want to thank you for been such gracious hosts, and I hope I haven’t inconvenienced you too much.”

“Actually,” Josie said with a blush, “it has been fun – we need to try and do this to each other more often. And the extra twist is probably just the icing on the cake.”

“I’m glad,” Paul said as he removed her scarf, rolling it into a band and then tying a knot in the middle, “open wide please.”

As she felt the knot on her tongue, Josie nodded as the band was tied round her head, then she turned her head and watched as he repeated the process on Zara, the yellow band tied tightly round her head, the printed knot between her teeth.

They both watched as he turned the television on, and found the disc before putting it into the player. “I just have one more thing to arrange,” he said quietly as he left the room, Josie and Zara looking at each other before he carried a red headed woman in, the jacket she was wearing pulled to the sides by the bands of rope that framed her chest. She was squirming round, the ropes squeaking as they rubbed on her leather dress, her legs held together below the knees and at the ankles by more bands of rope. Her arms were pulled behind her, and strips of brown fabric covered her mouth and her eyes.

There was one other rope, tied round her waist and then between her legs, hiking the skirt of her dress up as she was laid gently on the recliner, both of the other captive women watching her.

“WHTRHMHHHH” she called out as she twisted her head round, Paul putting a finger to his lips as he walked behind Josie. She smiled as she felt something been placed in her hand, and glancing at Zara she saw her nod as Paul gave her something as well.

They both heard the sound of a car pulling up outside, as Paul whispered to both of them “my ride is here. Thank you again.” They nodded as he left, the third captive squirming as she said “whtsghhnhnnn?”

Josie and Zara looked at her – their good, good friend Rosie, one of the few women who knew both their love for each other, and their love of other things. She had been the one to hire Adam and Eve, but had said nothing. And now, there she was, as the film started.

“Ladies and Gents, this is the moment you’ve waited for.”

Rosie turned her head as she heard the music, the cry of “who oh oh whoa” – and then she arched her back as both Zara and Josie pressed the button they had bene given, and the vibrator that was sitting under the crotch rope went to work on her, both women smiling as the film and the show continued…

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