Generations – A Winter’s Tale

Grandmother

Just because I am in my sixties does not mean I cannot dress in a way I find enjoyable – and yeah, others are attracted to as well. The fact I’m a widow, and I know for a fact my daughter and her daughter feel the same way, also helps.

So this Christmas, we had decided to spend it together, and I booked a holiday home in a small village called Robin Hood Bay – only one road in and out, a bar and a couple of houses, and that is it. I was the first to arrive, as the snow started to fall, and when I pulled up outside the holiday home I breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyone seeing me would have seen the long black boots come out from under the bottom of my great coat. They were what they call half-and-half – cloth back, leather front and shoe. It took me a few trips to get the supplies into the house, and only then did I get to close the door and remove my coat.

I stopped for a moment to look at myself in the long mirror in the hallway. I was wearing a crimson and grey striped jumper – a tight one, which hugged my chest – and a short dark skirt, dark hose on my legs.

I could tell it was going to be a very special weekend – but just how different, at this point I had no idea of the true enormity of that statement.

Anyway – the first priority was to make some coffee, so I went into the kitchen, filled the kettle, plugged it in and pushed down the switch. As I heard the sound of water heating up, I stopped for a moment at the window and looked out across the bay, the small fishing boats on the water. I guessed the fishing had to continue for some time, before I poured the hot water into the mug, stirred and then carried the mug into the main room.

As I sipped the coffee, I noticed the time on the cloak on the fireplace. I still had some time before the rest of the family arrived, time to prepare myself…

I swear, I did not hear them come in – the first I knew was when I saw this man standing in front of me, grey beard, wearing a jumper and jeans – and before I could scream, a second man put a gloved hand over my mouth, and I heard them say “I thought this place was going to eb empty?”

“So did I – and I will have words about that another time.” The bearded man looked at me, and said “so, an unexpected and beautiful guest to take care of. KID!”

“Yeah,” a third, much younger voice said.

“Get the stuff out of the back of the van – We looked in the kitchen. Lot of food for one person, who you expecting?”

I decided not to answer that one, even though I was still in shock. He looked at me, and then said “guess we’ll find out. When my friend takes his hand away, open your mouth – and do it, or you will regret it.”

I slowly nodded as the hand was taken off, and I opened my mouth – only to nearly gag as a folded rag was pushed into my mouth, and I heard behind me a soft peeling sound. The next thing I knew was the tape pressed down over my mouth, and that was it – silenced.

“Get her out of the way somewhere, and make sure she can’t come back down – do something to keep her occupied.”

“Get up,” was what I heard as I was pulled out of the seat and frogmarched to the stairs – but as I passed the mirror I looked at myself, and the white tape covering the lower half of my face, before I was made to walk up to one of the bedrooms. Once inside, I was pushed face down on the bed, and my hands taken behind my back.

I felt the rope on my wrists as he bound them tightly together, and then he moved down the bed, crossing my ankles as he secured them. I tried to move as he did this, but he just pulled tighter, as the leather squeaked, and I found myself unable to move them apart…

I looked back to see him start to secure my legs together with a fresh length of rope, taking it around and between my limbs before he tied it off, and then made me get up on my knees. The longest length of rope I had ever seen was passed round my body, forcing my arms against my sides as I twisted round. Glancing down, I saw how much my breasts were forced up and out, and how my jumper was stretched over it – and I wondered how long I was going to eb left like this.

And by like this, I meant lying on my side on the bed – and with two final ropes. One was holding my ankles to the ropes round my chest, the heels of my boots sitting on my bottom. The other one…

The other one was sitting between my legs, tied between my breasts so that they were literally sitting in a rope harness, then taken back and pulled up so that my skirt was hiked up, and my panties were damp from the way that was rubbing there as I was unable not to move.

The inability to move as because the man who had bound and gagged me had found an electric toothbrush and was rubbing it over my chest as I groaned and squirmed, not hearing what else was happening in the house…

Mother

I could see I was not the first to arrive as I pulled up beside my mother’s car, and got out. I could feel the sea breeze on me as I stood there, my white cashmere jersey hugging my body and a wide black belt round my waist. The black leather skirt sat down to halfway down my thighs, the over the knee black leather boots keeping the chill off my lower legs. It was even blowing the large earrings I had attached to my lobes, my black hair pulled back.

But it was cold, so I quickly locked my car and walked to the door of the holiday home. It was only after I walked in and close the door that I realised everything was not all right. There was no smell of freshly brewed coffee, no sound of Mum calling to greet me – and a gloved hand over my mouth as a rough voice said “don’t make a sound lady – unless I tele you to. Understand?”

“Htthellhruh,” I mumbled as I tried to break free – and then I saw a young kid, barely twenty, in a jumper and jeans look at me.

“Jeesh – I thought the old lady was the only one we’d have to deal with.”

“You go and sort things out in the kitchen – I’ll make sure she can’t stop us.”

I was shocked at this conversation – they had my mother captive? I was too scared to speak now as the gloved hand was taken away, and I felt whoever it was pull my arms behind my back – and then my elbows almost touching as he bound them tightly together with rope. I knew it was rope – because after he pulled the rope between my arms and made that binding much tighter, he did the same thing to my wrists, and I felt the cords rubbing on my bare wrists.

Whoever it was knew what he was doing – I could only wriggle my fingers when he had finished, and he then forced me to walk to the staircase, and walked me up. As I got to the top, I could hear moans from behind a closed door, but he pushed me past and into another room. To my horror, I could see more ropes on the bed – and a roll of silver tape.

“Don’t move,” the voice said behind me as I heard the door close, and then I felt the hands reaching up my skirt, and pulling my panties down my legs. Knowing what was likely to happen, I slowly raised my feet and let him take them off, before the gloved hand appeared in front of me, the waded panties in the palm of his hand.

“You going to open your mouth, or am I going to make you?”

I feared how he would do that, so I slowly opened my mouth – but the hand gripping my bottom took me by surprise as I opened my mouth wider -then tasted the dampness on my tongue as my panties were pushed in. Closing my eyes, I knew I would have to get used to this, as I heard the end of the tape being rolled free, and then the tug on the skin on my cheek as he wound the tape tightly round my head, making sure they stayed in there.

Opening my eyes slowly, I saw my reflection in the mirror on the door of a wardrobe – the silver band pressing on my cheeks and my chest forced out. It didn’t help when he picked up a long length of rope, and wound it round my body, pulling my arms against my back as my chest was forced even more up and out.

The rope went round my body again and again, immobilising me as I tried to call for help – with no real luck. It wasn’t just calling for help, though – despite everything, there was something almost arousing about what was happening to me.

I felt the ropes tug even more- before he tied the ends off behind me, and then sued two shorter lengths to make it tighter still, drawing the bands together under my armpits. He then made me sit down, and I got my first look at him.

He had short, greying brown hair, and was also wearing a jumper and jeans, as he knelt down and wrapped more rope round my ankles making sure I could not move them apart when he had finished.

A second band of rope went round my legs below my knees, the band of white clear over the black leather as it went around and then between. As I tried to move, the leather of my boots squeaked – before the man looked at me and pressed his hand son my chest, kneading them as I slowly closed my eyes. I knew I was going to be unable to stop him, and as I closed my eyes I felt myself giving in to the inevitability of what was going to happen.

Only it did not – instead of doing anything else to me, he laid me on my side and pulled my ankles back, securing them to the ropes round my chest as I lay there. I wondered what he was going to do – and then I found out, as he took a pair of electric toothbrushes, and slipped one into the bra cup under my jumper on each side, leaving me to respond to what was happening as he closed the door…

Daughter

The taxi cost a fortune, but my car had broken down, and I was lucky to get as far as I did on the train. As it was, it was dark when I arrived, and I saw the light on in the front room as I quickly walked in.

My long blonde hair was falling over the shoulders of my great coat, but when I took it of my black dress was revealed, with the short sleeves and the studded leather belt round my waist. I was also wearing thigh high black leather boots.

Hey – if it’s good enough for my grandmother and my mother, it’s good enough for me. But right then what was shocking me was the fact I was alone – no sign of either of them.

No, scratch that, I was not alone – there was a fair haired man, about the same age as me, standing in the door that I guessed led to the kitchen. He was wearing a jumper and jeans – but he also had a gun in his hand. He looked nervous as well, as he said “damn – sorry, but I’m going to have to make sure you can’t raise the alarm down here.”

So, an armed intrude r- which I have to admit, was making me a little excited, as I raised my hands in the air and asked what he was going to do to me. He looked at me, and then said “Kneel in front of the couch, and put your hands behind your back.”

Well, I didn’t want to make him any more nervous, so I did what he asked, looking over my shoulder as he put the gun down, took some rope from a bag and knelt behind me, before he wrapped the rope round my wrists and started to secure them together. He may have been nervous, but he seemed to know what he was doing, because when he had tied the ends off, I could not move my arms apart.

I heard him finding what I presumed was more rope, and I was right, as he passed it round me and pulled my arms against my side - as well as my dress over my chest, each pass of rope adding an extra layer to the band either above or below my chest, and making them seem much larger, much more attractive…

“Where are my mother and grandmother,” I asked as the rope was pulled tighter.

“My friends are making sure they stay out of the way,” he said as he tied the ropes off, and then crossed my ankles. I looked over my shoulder as he wrapped the rope round my ankles and bound them tightly together, making sure he took the rope between my legs as well, then used another length to secure my legs together below my knees.

My boyfriend had tied my wrists and ankles a few times before we kissed, but this was different – it was tighter, I knew I could not break free, and somehow as he stroked my legs I wasn’t afraid so much as intrigues as to why I felt so different.

When he had finished, he sat and looked at me, saying “You’re very beautiful – I’m sorry I had to do this, but I’d be in trouble if I didn’t.”

“You’re the junior?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, and then he said “you are very beautiful… Can I… Can I kiss you?”

I looked at him for a minute, and then nodded as h gently pressed his lips against mine. It felt – nice, as eh looked at me and said “thank you – but I need to make sure you stay here quietly now.”

“And how are you going to do that?”

He stood up and went behind me, before sitting back down with two things – a roll of white tape, and a small red sponge ball.

“Open wide please,” he said as he compressed the sponge in his hand, and – well, I did what he asked, before felling that ball expand in my mouth after he had pushed it in. The tape made a soft, peeling sound as he tore a stirp free, and then pressed it down over my mouth, sealing my lips and making sure I really could not talk.

He then looked again at me, before he kissed my taped lips again – and I was surprised to find myself responding, closing my eyes as I moved against him. He blushed as he moved back, and then looked behind me.

“Oh – the kid turned up did she?”

It was an older voice as I felt someone tugging and checking on the ropes, and then the voice said “good work kid -we need to add one thing.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” the voice said before another pair of arms reached round and passed some rope between my breasts, tightening the bands round them as the rope was pulled down – and then back up between my legs, making me groan as the skirt of my dress was hiked up and the ropes rubbed on my sex.

I could feel them being secured behind me, before I was made to lie on my side. “I’m sorry, they insist,” the young lad said as I felt my ankles being pulled back and tied to my chest ropes. But I just nodded – I guessed he really was the kid in all this, as I closed my eyes and felt tape being pressed over them.

As I heard two – no three people moving round, I tried to mov e- then groaned as the rope rubbed on me, and I realized if I was going to try and forget my situation, this was how…

Police found three women in a holiday let in Robin Hoods Bay when they were called to investigate a smuggling ring in the small village. The three women – all members of the same family – had been tightly bound and gagged by the gang, who had used the home as a base of operations in the past. All three were taken to hospital and released after medical checks, while three men are helping police with their inquiries…

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