Kurtulma

Esin played too

I certainly surprised the owner of the house when I walked into the room, a balaclava over my head and a gun in one hand, my bag for whatever I could find in the other. Her name was Umut, and she had long light brown hair, falling down the back of a salmon pink sweater, her outfit completed by black leather leggings and flat slippers.

She was the forty eight year old owner of a clothing store, and always brought her takings home, hence the visit – but was I not expecting was to find her daughters in the home as well. Tutku was twenty five, with darker hair the same length as Umut, but was wearing a black sweatshirt and leggings. Finally, there was her older sister Elif, a twenty seven year old with a black scarf over her hair, a long grey cardigan over her lighter grey top, and skin tight black pants with black socks.

Well, I had to make sure first they did not raise the alarm, and secondly that could not raise the alarm. So I made them hand over their phones, before I told Tutku and Elif to stand up and sit on two of the stools at the breakfast bar. They were metal stools with grey leather tops, and as thy sat down Umut asked what I was going to do.

Well, I had the answer in my bag – a large, wide roll of clear tape, which I hand to Umut, and told her to use to secure her daughter’s wrists behind their backs. Well, I had the gun – so she walked behind them, and they talked to each other as she taped their wrists together.

I then instructed her to wind the tape tightly round Elif’s arms and body, above and below her chest, so that she could only wriggle round, and then she did the same thing to Tutku as they talked to each other. It was strange watching her taping her daughters, but they seemed to be coping with the situation.

I then told her to tape their ankles to the front legs of the stool, which she did, before she handed me the roll of tape back, saying it was a pity there wasn’t enough tape there to keep her in one place as well.

Her sigh when I showed her I had a second roll made both her daughters laugh, as I took her arms behind her back and taped her wrists tightly together after she had sat on the third stool. I then wound the tape round her arms and upper body to secure them in place, before I taped her ankles to the stool as well.

So, mother, secured. Daughters, Secured. All I need to do was silence them, and…

“Nene?”

“Esin, why are you awake,” Elif said as I realisedhtis must be Umut’s granddaughter. She was about six years old, and was wearing a pair of light grey pyjamas with a pink dinosaur pattern, and ruffs on the shoulders, as well as white socks with red toes. A purple ribbon was tied round her hair as well.

“What’s happening, Nene,” Esin said as she looked at Umut.

“We’re all playing a special game,” the grandmother said as she looked at me, and all three twisted round, the tape crinkling.

“Can I play too?”

Elif shook her head, but I said “Well, not like your mother, aunt and grandmother, but I can do something. Let me sit you on the spare stool.”

As the others watched, I lifted Esin onto the stool, and then taped her wrists together in front of her, before wrapping tape round her arms and body as I had the other three. As she wriggled round, I taped her ankles together, as well as her legs above and below her knees, so that they were held together.

“Well,” I said as I looked at them, “just stay there, I’ll be back to finish getting you ready for the game in a few minutes.”

“Thank you,” Esin said with a smile as I left them there, and soon found the takings as well as some other jewellery. When I went back into their room, I started by tearing a strip of the clear tape free, and pressing it down over Elif’s mouth.

As I put some over Tutku’s mouth, Esin looked at Umut and said “Nene, what is the game called?”

“Kurtulma,” Umut said before I gagged her as well, and then covered the little girl’s mouth with tape as well.

“That’s right – kurtulma, so count to one thousand and then start,” I said as I left them on the stools, and made my escape…

Sibling Rivalry

“Hey, Kader – do you want something to eat,” Elmas called out from the kitchen. The twenty year old was wearing a light grey sweatshirt and dark grey leggings, her long blonde hair hanging loose.

“Yeah – what are you thinking of,” her sister called back from her room.

“Salad,” Elmas said as she opened the frideg door and took some vegetables out – and then turned to see the older man standing there.

“Don’t say a word,” he whispered, “put those down, and then come with me…”

“Hey, Elmas – that salad ready yet?”

Kader came out of her room, her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail on top of her head which was held in place with a white flower clip. She was wearing a blue hoodie with a white cloud motif and a white hood, white jeans and black ankle socks, and a concerned expression on her face.

It had been half an hour since Elmas had asked her – what had happened? She made her way into the kitchen, finding it empty, and then into the main room.

“RHHHHNNNN!”

Kader stared at Elmas as she twisted on the seat, the tape holding her in place crinkling as she did so. Her hands were behind the chair back, and a band of black tape round her arms, waist and the chair. A yellow band was wrapped round her legs and the chair seat, and was also holding her ankles to the front legs of the chair.

There was also green tape covering her mouth and jaw, as she screamed again “RHHNNNN!” Kader turned and started to run – straight into a grey haired man who grabbed her arm and said “ah there you are, I was just looking in your room. Time to join your sister.”

“Who are you,” Kader said as the man pulled her into the room, and moved a white chair next to her sister before he forced the younger girl to sit down on it. She saw the roll of yellow tape on the pink couch, which the man picked up as he walked behind her and pulled her hands behind the chair back.

There was a ripping sound, and then she felt the tug on the skin no her wrists as the tape was wrapped tightly round them, then round her arms and body, forcing her against the chair back. Elmas looked over, tears in her eyes as the man tore the tape free and patted it down, and then picked up a roll of red tape, tearing several strips off and pressing them down over Kader’s mouth before he knelt by her side.

Both women could only watch as he wound the red tape round her legs and the chair seat, and then taped her ankles to the chair legs so that she was secured in the same way as her sister. They looked at each other as the man picked up the green tape, and wrapped it round Kader’s head over the red gag so that she was further silenced.

“Whthphhhndd?”

“Hjhmpdmh,” Elmas said as the man left the room, and they twisted round, the tape holding them firmly in place.

“Whttdhwhdh?”

Elmas looked to the door, and said “whtthlhghss…”

“Hndthn?”

“Khrhlme.”

Family Bonds

Nuray smiled as she brushed the dark hair away from her daughter Pembe’s face. The eight year old was wearing a dark grey jumper, and black track suit bottoms with white stripes up the outside of the leg.

“Are you ready,” she said quietly, watching as the young girl nodded. She then put her hands out in front of her, hands together as if she was praying, watching as Nuray wrapped the red ribbon around and between her arms so that her wrists were held tightly together.

“Are you all right,” she said quietly as she looked at her daughter, sitting on the stool.

“I’m all right, Mama,” she said with a smile, watching as Nuray secured her ankles together with more of the red ribbon, making sure it went between her legs as well. As she tied it off, she looked to the door as a ten year old boy stood there. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, a baseball cap on his head.

“Mama?”

“Come and sit here, Haluk” Nuray said as she patted the third of the row of stools, “and then I can do the same thing to you. It won’t be for long, I promise.”

The young boy nodded as he came and sat down, watching his mother as she used another length of red ribbon to secure his wrists together in front of him, and then a second length to secure his ankles as well.

“What are you going to do now, Mama,” Haluk said as he looked at Pembe.

“Now, I’m going to put this over your mouths,” Nuray said as she held up the roll of grey masking tape, “and then the man is going to make sure I am the same as you.” Both children nodded as she tore strips of tape from the roll and pressed them gently down over their mouths, and then she turned to look at the young man who was behind them. He was wearing a denim jacket over a white t-shirt and jeans, and smiled as he said “well done – your turn now. Sit down.”

Pembe and Hulak watched silently as Hanuk took the middle seat. Their mother was wearing a grey scarf as a hijab, a long cream coloured sweater, and black leggings. The man took more of the red ribbon and knelt down, securing her wrists tightly together in front of her before he secured her ankles together as well.

“There,” he said quietly as he covered her mouth with strips of the tape. “Now, you both sit quietly while I take care of something.”

All three of them watched, the television playing in the background as the man picked up a long leather bag. Their eyes opened wider as he took a rifle out of the bag, and set a sight up on it before he looked out of the window of their flat.

He didn’t move for a long time, before he opened the window and aimed the rifle out of the window. There was a soft phut sound, and then he put the rifle back in the bag, smiling at the family as he left the flat.

Nuray waited for a few minutes, and then twisted her mouth around until the tape came away from over her lips.

“Mhmhhh?” Haluk looked at her and Pembe, and said “Whtddwhdh?”

“Kurtulma…”

Selfie Time

Yildiz stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, twisting from side to side. The young woman was wearing pair of over the knee black riding boots over white leggings, a mustard coloured wool jumper over a white t-shirt, and a tiger print scarf round her head and neck.

“Looking good,” she said to herself before she turned and picked up her mobile phone, then looked at herself in the mirror.

“Why not,” she said quietly as she looked at herself, and held her phone up, then smiled as she took a picture of herself – then opened her eyes wide as she felt the hand over her mouth, and a male voice said “nice picture – give me your phone.”

Yildiz nodded slowly as she held her phone out, the man taking it before he said “are you going to scream?”

“Nnn,” Yildiz said as she shook her head, and then gasped as the hand was taken away. “What do you want?”

“All in good time,” the voice said as her hands were taken behind her back, and Yildiz expected her wrists to be secured in some way. It was a surprise to her when she felt the rope around her elbows as her arms were forced together, the rope going around and between her arms.

“What are you doing,” she whispered as the rope was tugged one last time, and then she felt another length of rope going round her wrists, holding them firmly together with her hands palm to palm. Her arms were locked together now, and she still had no idea what was happening.

The next length of rope went round her and then was pulled tight, forcing her arms against her back and lying on her stomach. The rope came round again, this time above her chest as it pressed down on her chest.

“Who are you,” she whispered as time after time the rope was passed round her, tighter with each pass, pressing up and down so that even through the thick wool she could feel the bands of rope rubbing on her – especially when the arms came round her, taking the rope down between her breasts and around the lower band before it was pulled back up. Yildiz looked at them – black clad, with latex gloves on the hands.

After a final tug, she realised the rope was secured, the bands now rubbing on her in a way that – wasn’t unpleasant, but was scary.

“Open your mouth.”

Yildiz suddenly realised the gloved hand was in front of her mouth, and in the hand was a folded cloth – a clean pair of her panties. She swallowed, and then opened her mouth, tasting the silk on her tongue as they were gently pushed in.

“Noe close it.”

There was a peeling sound, and as Yildiz closed her lips she felt a tug on her cheek, the tape wound tightly round her head to cover her mouth and hold her panties in there. When he was done, she looked at herself in the mirror – the white band from chin to nose.

She was turned round and walked to her bed, then gently pushed over so that she was lying face down on the mattress. She felt whoever this was using what was obviously more rope to force her ankles together, the leather squeaking as she felt the rope compressing it against her own ankles. A second band was pulled round her legs below her knees, and she could feel the gloved hands as he took the rope between her legs to make it even tighter.

More rope was used to secure her legs together above her knees as well, and then her ankles were pulled back, the heels of her boots resting on her bottom as she felt more rope being deployed. When whoever this idiot was had finished, she could not move her legs at all, so she rolled onto her side – and saw her captor properly for the first time.

“Hello, Yildiz – I know you’ve read the reports of this ‘Selfie Snatcher’ – consider yourself selfie snatched.”

“YUHHHHH!”

“Me,” the young man said as he peeled the latex gloves off and sat on the bed, “so, what do I do with my fiancé when I find her like this?”

“Whttsduudhhh?”

He looked at her, and said “let me ask you a question, do you want to do something?”

“Whht?”

“Kurtulma?”

Yildiz looked at him, and then shook her head as he leaned over and kissed her tape covered lips, wriggling round as he stroked her…

Nene

“At least they let me take my coat off,” Sevim said as she lay on her back on the couch. The two intruders had taken her by surprise when she had walked back into her house, but they had allowed her to put the shopping bag in the kitchen, and remove her heavy coat before they made her sit on the old Ottoman.

The black scarf that covered her head and hair was tucked into the collar of the brown cardigan she was wearing over her jumper, in compliance with her beliefs – but the cardigan was stretched a little now. Not just because it was tight, but also because the intruders had dropped a lasso over her arms and pulled it tight, forcing her arms against her sides under her chest.

They had then told her to lie on her back, and when she had done so they took the rope around her wrists, binding them tightly together as they lay on her stomach. She looked down her body, the long black skirt with thin white stripes, as they took the rope down and then passed it round her legs above her knees, gathering the material round her legs as they did so.

They then took the rope and wound it round her booted ankles. She was wearing a pair of practical black leather boots, with a block heel and snow sole, a grey band running round the base of the shoe. But that wasn’t the important thing – what was was the fact her ankles were now secured together side by side, as the rope came back up and was tied round her wrists as well.

She wriggled round as the intruder looked at her, and then peeled the backing paper off a length of sticking plaster. A length he then pressed down over her mouth and jaw, leaving her unable to say much more than “nhhwwwhttt?”

“Got the timer set?”

The younger of the two boys nodded as he put the timer where Sevim could see it, fifteen minutes on the clock face.

“All right, Nene, the kurtulma challenge starts in 3… 2… 1… GO!”

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