A Word of Warning
That really was, if you will believe it, the
uppermost thing in my mind as I heard the front door open and close, and the
light Irish accent call out to ask if I was home. To say one word, to let her know what was going
to happen, despite all the distractions I was feeling and experiencing, one
word that would allow her to choose either to stay or to go.
That was just impossible however – even if that
word was going to be an indecipherable sound, one of the two men just looked at
me and shook his head. I could not even
move – well, actually, that was not quite true.
I can move, but the way it makes me feel…
Maybe I should go back an hour or so, as I hear her
go up the staircase, use the short time I have to gather my thoughts, decide
what I can and cannot do. Aileen had
left earlier that morning for a meeting, but she was going to come home at
lunchtime so that we could head into the city that afternoon. I was still in my dressing gown when she
left, and eventually showered, and changed into the outfit for the day.
And for that day, I had chosen to wear a short
sleeved grey top, with a scoop neck, and tight blue jeans. A gold necklace, with a heart shaped locket –
a gift from Aileen – was round my neck as I sat down and pulled on my burgundy
red over the knee leather boots, a pair of long white socks over the bottom of
my jeans as I pulled the boots up, and then turned the cuffs down so that it
looked as if I was wearing pirate boots.
My next move would have been to put on my matching
jacket – but that was when the doorbell rang, and the morning took the turn it
had done. I wasn’t expecting a delivery,
but hey – it might have been for her, so I walked to the front door and opened
it.
Two men, both dressed as delivery men – brown short
sleeved shirts, matching pants, baseball caps, and the delivery van
outside. So far so good – but one of
them was pointing a lethal looking gun at me as they came in, the second
placing the cardboard box he was holding on the floor as he closed the
door. He looked at me, and told me to
remain calm, to do what he said – and what he told me to do was to put my hands
on my head, and open my mouth.
I was going to say something, but the one with the
gun shook his head, and put his finger to his lips, while his ‘friend’ opened
the box and took out a clear bag. As he
opened it, I watched as he took out a half sponge and compressed it in his
hand, and then looked at me. It was
fairly clear what he was wanting to do – and I did not want him to do it, so I
closed my mouth and shook my head from side to side.
For some reason, this only made him smile – and
then he pinched my nose closed with his gloved hand. I stared at him – but eventually I had to
open my mouth to take in some air, and as I did so he started to push the
compressed sponge into my mouth.
It was a very strange feeling – The sponge
expanding in my mouth, pressing my tongue down and filling the space. He kept pushing it in until the whole sponge
was behind my teeth, and I closed my lips over it, trying to speak.
What I was trying to say is “who are you? What do you want?” Instead, what I heard was
“hrrruwhtduwnt?” The man just smiled,
and then took a wide roll of white tape from the box, tearing the end loose
from the roll and then wrapping it tightly round my head, covering my mouth and
pressing my long blonde hair to the back of my neck. The tape stuck like a second skin, and as I
tried to move my lips I found it next to impossible to do so.
He tore the tape free and patted it down to the
back of my head, before he went back to the box, his ‘friend’ smiling as he
walked over and turned me so that I was facing the wall. Turning my head slightly, I shivered as I saw
him take out of the box a length of white rope, and then walked behind me. I felt him putting my hands together behind
my back, pam to palm, and steeled myself to feel the rope around my
wrists. In my mind, I knew they were
here to rob us, and they were going to make sure I stayed out of the way.
Well, I felt the rope around my arms – but not my
wrists. Instead, I grunted as my arms
were drawn together at my elbows, my shoulders pulled back and my chest forced
out, as he wound the rope tightly around and between my limbs. It was a very strange feeling, as I felt him
tie the rope off, and then turned to watch as he took a second length of rope
from the box.
This one I did feel around my wrists as he secured
them together, again pulling it tight and then taking it between my limbs. It was a very strange feeling – unable to do
more than grunt as the rope went round and round, and I felt more and more
helpless.
And yes, more and more scared, wondering just what
it was they were going to do. Again I
turned my head slowly as he walked off to the box, and took out another, longer
length of rope.
A much longer length of rope, which he doubled over
as he walked behind me. I admit, I was
curious then as to what he was going to do – and then I saw him pass it round
my body, and pull it tight below my chest so that my arms were forced against my
back. That made me feel very – strange,
as he passed it round my body above and below my chest.
I can’t really put into words, even now as I look
at the door to the room, how it made me feel while he was doing this. The bands did two things – it almost welded
my arms to my back, but also it pressed up and down on my chest, it rubbed on
my breasts…
It should not have made me feel the way it did, it
should not have felt so – good? But that
was not the only thing he did. I felt
him pull the bands together behind my back, and then he fed the rope under my
left arm, pulling it up my shoulder and then round the back of my neck before
he fed it under my arm on the other side.
This made the ropes on my chest even tighter, and as they forced my
chest even more out I could not help but notice the way they looked.
The way they felt…
And then he made me walk into the front room, after
his ‘friend’ had gone in and drawn the blinds over the bay windows. That made the ropes rub even more on me,
making me feel strange in my fear, giddy and excited despite myself…
He made me sit on the floor, and I watched as he
took more rope, crossed my ankles and bound them together, presumably in the
same way as he tied my wrists. He
wrapped the rope round my boots, fed the ends through the centre and then
pulled back, which forced my ankles together.
As I watched, he wound the rope round a few times, keeping the bands eat
and stacked, before he fed the ends through the top loop, separated them, and
then wrapping them between my legs.
That had the effect of making the binding much,
much tighter, as I tried to move my ankles, the leather squeaking as I failed
miserable, while he tied the ends off and then tucked them into the loops. Another length of rope, and he pulled my legs
together below my knees, my boots squeaking even more as my legs rubbed
together.
So – I had my arms secured together and pinned to
my back, my legs secured together. I
tried to move but all I did was make the ropes on my chest rub even more – and
that made me feel decidedly faint.
And strange.
And excited – yeah, excited, but I had no idea of
what he was going to do next, as he looked at me, and then wrapped the end of
another doubled over length of rope round the two bands of rope below my
chest. I wondered why he was doing that
– and then he pulled down, forcing the bands to come together as the ropes
essentially circled my breasts, my top stretched almost to breaking point as he
knotted the rope, and then made me lie on my back as he fed the rope between…
I suddenly realised what he was going to do, but
with his ‘friend’ watching and the gun in his hand, I had no way of resisting
as he rolled me onto my stomach, pulled the rope up between my thighs as it
pressed on my crotch, and then pulled my ankles back before he tied the loose
end of the rope between them.
So there I was – lying on my stomach, trussed, and
if I tried to move my legs the rope rubbed on my crotch, making me feel even
more strange than I already did. The
really strange thing, however, was that they STILL had not given any indication
why they were there, or what they wanted.
And I also have to confess, I was beginning despite
everything to – enjoy my position? Don’t
get me wrong, I was scared out of my gourd, but the ropes pressing and rubbing
on me, and the fact I couldn’t say a thing, the sponge soaking up all the saliva
in my mouth and the tape sealing it closed… It was almost liberating, and the way that
rope was teasing me…
But now, I was trying to keep still, wishing I
could warn Aileen as I heard the footsteps down the stairs, one of the men
behind the door, the other standing over me…
“Shelagh, are you – oh my God!”
Aileen was standing in the doorway, staring at the
man and at me as I looked up. She was
wearing a white blouse with a gold necklace, the word “love” hanging over the
top of her black shrug-like cardigan. It
had long sleeves, the cuffs of her blouse turned up over the ends at her
wrists, and was secured with two lengths that were wrapped round her midriff,
tied over her blouse at her belly. She
was also wearing a short black skirt, dark hose, and her favourite blue-grey
suede over the knee boots with the square block heel, so unlike the stiletto
heels of my own boots.
She hadn’t even seen the second man – but she knew
he was there as he walked behind her, and clamped his gloved hand over her
mouth. I watched as he whispered into
her ear, telling her to stay calm and not to shout or scream, and Aileen kept
her eyes on me as she slowly nodded.
He then guided her hands behind her back, and I
knew what he was going to do as she grunted slightly. Strangely, he did not seem to pull her elbows
together, contending himself by the looks of things by merely (merely!)
securing her wrists together. As I
watched, however, I saw him pass a longer length of rope round her waist, and
pull it tight before he knotted the rope under her belly, and let the long
lengths drop to the floor.
I knew what was coming next, struggling as he
reached through her legs and lulled the rope through, lifting her skirt up as
the rope was pulled tight against her crotch and I heard her moan. My struggles made the rope on me rub as well,
however, and I moaned in a slightly more muffled manner as he secured the rope
behind her back.
Aileen looked at me, and asked if I was all
right. Well, asked was possibly a bit of
an exaggeration – she gasped it out and all I could do was weakly nod in response. Even that nodding, the way I was tied, made
that rope rub on me again and I could feel myself start to shiver…
Aileen asked who they were, and what they were
doing, and at least she got an answer to that question – they were robbers, and
were going to rob us – once we were unable to stop them. As he said this, he took another long length
of rope, and started to wrap it around Aileen’s chest as he had done to me –
two bands, above and below her chest, forcing it up and out as the top buttons
on her blouse opened up.
And I looked at her chest, and felt my love for her
reach out, even as she was secured, and he tightened the ropes even more as he
had done to me, going under the arms and around the back of her neck.
He tied the ropes off, and then took Aileen by the
arm as he said she was going to show him where all the valuables were. I saw her nod as she walked off, moaning with
each step as the rope rubbed on her, and I was left on the floor while the
‘friend’ started to search the room.
All the time this had been going on, I had been
trying not to move, but at the same time that rope had been rubbing on me, on
my chest and between my legs, and it was undeniable that the sensations running
through me were making me feel… Well,
very aroused. So as he went round the
room, I started to move my ankles up and down, making the rope rub on me as I
felt the dampness underneath spread – and that just seemed to make me feel even
more aroused, as I struggled to keep quiet.
Failed as well – but he didn’t look round as I
moved my ankles more and more, wriggling round as the leather squeaked, and my
muffled groans seemed to get louder and louder inside my head…
Only it wasn’t just inside my head, as I realised
he was watching me, his hand on his own crotch as I felt myself start to shake
and I closed my eyes, the orgasm washing over me as I screamed out. I was dimly aware of his own groans, and as I
opened my eyes I saw him playing with his own cock. For a moment, I was afraid of what I might
do, what he might do – but as he relieved himself, I relaxed a little, the
warmth making me feel so good…
I could see him adjusting his accoutrements, as
they used to say in those old cartoons, as Aileen was walked back in – and I
could see the white band round her head, pressing her black hair back and
holding what I figured was another sponge in her mouth. She groaned with each step as she was walked
over to the couch, and made to lie face down, as the man grabbed more ropes and
crossed her ankles before they were secured together.
Unlike my boots, which squeaked each time I moved,
the rope seemed to sink into her suede ones, but he secured her ankles and then
her legs just as tightly as he had mine.
He then pulled her ankles back, and used a short length of rope to
secure them to the rope round her waist – which meant they were secured to the
rope on her crotch as well.
She groaned out loud as he pulled on the rope, and
then laughed as he said he had everything, and they should go. I watched as they left the room, and then
heard the front door open and close, while I looked at Aileen.
She stared back at me with her clear blue eyes, and
started to struggle – but as she did so, I could see the rope moving between
her legs, and I tried to warn her, call out to her about what she was doing,
and what was going to happen.
Of course, that meant I struggled, and the rope
rubbed on me as well, making me start to shake too as I felt another orgasm
building inside me…
Somehow, we both reached a climax at the same time,
both of us screaming silently as we shook, and then relaxed as Aileen lay on
her side, and looked at me. Her eyes
were pleading, as I started to wriggle myself across the floor, inching closer
and closer, and hoping I would not make myself cum again before I reached her
as she shuffled to the side of the couch.
Somehow, not only did I get there, but I even
managed (not without a lot of moaning) to get on my knees as I looked at
Aileen, the sweat making her hair stick to the sides of her face as she looked
at me. I looked at her, and then I
leaned over, the rope rubbing even more as I pressed my taped lips to
hers. She responded to the kiss as she
started to wriggle round, and I heard her moan as well as I broke off and we
looked at each other.
Aileen nodded as she looked up, and we kissed
again, moving the ropes between our legs as we sought release once more, while
waiting for someone to come to our aid…
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