Staying in
the Closet
As Charlotte
looked at herself in the mirrored doors, she could hear the sounds in the room,
behind the sliding doors, but she also knew there was nothing she could do
about what was happening. All she could
do was think of how she had ended up like this, and what she was going to do
next…
Two hours
earlier
As the door to
the house opened, a young woman with long blonde hair walked into the hallway. She was wearing a short cream jacket over a long-sleeved
black top, a short skirt made of wool with an ethnic print and gold borders,
dark tights and knee length mocha coloured suede boots.
“Shall I put
the coffee on Mum?”
“Please,
Eleanor,” Charlotte called from outside as a second young woman walked in. She was a year younger than Eleanor, with a
red plaid shirt that had rolled up sleeves over a grey top, a long black skirt
and grey leggings. Her long black
leather boot shad a design clasp on the side, as she looked at the mirror, her
hand going through her long dark brown hair.
“Come on
Roberta, things to do,” Charlotte said as she came in, putting the bags she was
carrying on the floor before she closed the front door. The older woman was wearing a black denim
jacket over a long brown dress with a floral print, and long black fabric
boots.
“Okay Mum,”
Roberta said as she walked into the front room.
“Mum – can you
come into the kitchen for a moment please?”
“Okay,” Charlotte
said as she walked to the rear of the house, saying “what is the…”
She stopped as
she walked into the kitchen, looking at Eleanor, and more importantly the man
who was holding her, a gun in his gloved hand with the muzzle against her
head. He was tall, broad shouldered, and
wore black – including the balaclava over the head that meant she could only
see his eyes, his thin mouth.
“Not a word,
lady,” he snarled, “or your pretty little daughter gets hurt. Just stand there, and put your hands behind
your back.”
“Mum…”
Charlotte
slowly nodded as she said “Okay – just don’t hurt her” and slowly moved her
hands behind her own back. She felt the
gloved hands take her wrists – leather by the feel – and then put them together
before she felt rope forcing them together.
“Whatever it is
you want, take it,” she said quietly, “just don’t hurt us.”
“I’m scared,”
Roberta said as the man with her stroked her hair back.
“Don’t be –
this can be fun,” he said as he put the gun down within reach, and then took
her hands behind her back. Charlotte saw
him holding a length of black rope, and then grunted as the rope was pulled
tighter round her own wrists.
She could see
Roberta staring ahead, not saying a word as the man removed her necklace, and then
felt whoever had tied her wrists pulling the rings from her fingers. “Hey – do you have to?”
“Yes.”
She was
surprised to hear a female voice behind her, and then saw the black rope a sit
was passed round her own body, forcing her arms into her sides and her jacket
to the side as she felt the pressure.
The ropes went round her chest, above and below her breasts, as she saw
the man doing the same thing to her daughter, her own pale jacket forced to the
side as Roberta’s chest was forced up and out.
“Mum – this
feels…”
“I know,” Charlotte
whispered as they both heard footsteps, and then “OHMYGODWHAT…”
“Come in
girlie,” the man said as Eleanor said “Roberta, please, do as they say. They have guns…”
Charlotte
turned her head to see her younger daughter staring at both of them, and then
saying “all right, all right – I’ll do what you ask.”
“Good,” the man
said as Charlotte glanced to her side, and saw the woman who was binding her
taking the rope over her shoulder. She
was slim, but dressed and masked in the same way as the man – but she smiled as
she stood in front of Charlotte, and fed the rope under the lower band between
her breasts.
She took the
rope up and over her other shoulder, as the band of rope was pulled up and Charlotte
felt the pressure round her breasts. Th
rope was tied off behind her as she saw the man doing the same thing to
Eleanor, her black top stretched tight over her chest.
“I can’t move…”
“that’s the
general idea, kid,” the man said as he looked at Roberta. “You – over here, and put your hands behind
your back.”
Roberta nodded
slowly as she walked over, Eleanor joining Charlotte as the masked woman
covered them with her own gun.
“How long are
we going to be like this,” Elanor whispered.
“I don’t know –
we just have to try and endure it,” Charlotte said, too scared to move because
of how she was feeling. They just watched
as her younger daughter was as tightly bound as them, the buttons on her blouse
stretching as the ropes framed her own chest.
“Do you think
we need to distract the youngsters?”
“What do you
mean,” Charlotte said as the man and woman looked at each other.
“Why not?”
“What’s going
on,” Roberta said as both she and Eleanor had another length of black rope tied
between their breasts – and then they both gasped as the intruders walked
behind them, pulling the ropes back and hiking their skirts up as the ropes
were secured behind them.
“Did you have
to do that?”
“Oh yes,” the
man said as she saw both her daughters close their eyes, “it was.” He then reached down and picked up a large
bag, as he said “move – time we got to work.”
“Oh my god,” Roberta
whimpered as she slowly turned, “the way this feels…”
Eleanor nodded
slowly as they were forced to walk along the corridor, the woman disconnecting
the main phone as they were made to walk up the stairs and into the master
bedroom. Once inside, the man put the
bag on the bed, and said to Charlotte “you – lie down, on your back and don’t
move. You young ones – sit on the side
of the bed.”
“Please – they
are young…” Charlotte saw the look in
his eyes as she slowly walked over and lay down, rolling onto her side and
watching as Roberta and Eleanor sat on the side. The masked man opened the bag, handing more black
ropes to his partner before they both knelt down.
She could see
both girls looking down, heard the squeaking sound as their legs were forced
together. She could not see what they
could see – the intruders wrapping the black rope round their ankles and binding
them tightly together, leather on leather as the rope went round and between
their limbs.
They then
watched as their legs were secured together below their knees, the rope sitting
above the tops of their boots as they looked at each other, The tightness of
the ropes round their breasts, between their legs, was making them feel so
strange…
“Are you both
all right?”
“I’m not sure
Mum,” Roberta said quietly, “I’m really nhtshhrrhthllnhh…”
“Time for
little girls to be quiet,” the man said as she pushed something into Roberta’s mouth,
Eleanor shaking her head as she said “No..
Please… You dhnhfthdhththmh…”
“Yes I do,” he
said, Charlotte wondering what he had done before she saw the masked woman rip
the end of a roll of silver tape free, and wrap it tightly round Roberta’s head,
trapping her hair against the back of her head as she moaned. The same thing
was done to Eleanor, before the masked woman walked over the large glass
fronted doors of Charlotte’s walk-in closet and opened them wide.
“There’s a safe
in here.”
The man looked
at Charlotte and said “save you and your kids some hurt – give me the
combination.”
“All right,”
she whispered as she gave a set of numbers, the woman nodding as she opened the
safe and took a bag.
“Will you girls
be all right?”
Both Roberta
and Eleanor nodded as the woman stepped out, and said “right – you two – in
here.”
Charlotte
watched as her daughters slowly managed to get to their feet, and then half walked
half jumped over, their moans loud as they moved the ropes moved on them. The man walked over and made Charlotte stand
up, taking her over as she saw the woman force both girls to lie face down on
the floor of the closet, and then pulling their ankles back, securing them to
their crotch ropes with more black rope.
“Have fun,” she
whispered as she closed the doors, the man forcing Charlotte to sit against the
wall as her legs were stretched out. She
watched as the masked woman knelt and wrapped more black rope round her ankles,
the fabric of her boots seeming to lighten under the tension of the binding as
the ropes were taken around and between her legs.
She then bent her
legs slightly and bound them together – in her case, above her knees, the
fabric of her dress gathered under the bands as it was pulled tighter. It felt – strangely comfortable, as the bands
were pulled tighter and then secured.
She could hear
moans from behind the closet doors, as the man emptied her drawers, scattering
the contents over the floor.
“Open your
mouth.”
Charlotte
suddenly snapped her head round to see the woman holding a folded cloth in her gloved
hand. She knew she had no choice as she
opened her mouth, knowing now why her daughters had not been able to talk as
the cloth filled the space behind her teeth.
The strange ripping and peeling sound was next, as the tape was wrapped
round her own head, and she was so glad her own hair was in a short ponytail…
“Okay – we got
everything – let’s search downstairs,” the man said, the woman nodding as they
both left the room. As Charlotte looked
at herself in the mirrored doors, she could hear the sounds in the room, behind
the sliding doors, but she also knew there was nothing she could do about what
was happening. All she could do was
think of how she had ended up like this., and what she was going to do next.
The moans were
getting louder, and then she heard the muffled screams as she closed her
eyes. She understood what was happening
– all too well, given the rope that was tied between her own legs. It had given her pleasure until they had come
home, but as she closed her own eyes and moved round, she flet the rubbing, the
familiar sensations – and she hoped it would pass the time before her husband
returned…
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