Lie Down
“Lie Down.”
Two little
words, simple, neat, definitive, yet as they are said there is so much meaning
behind them that is so specific to the context in which they were said. And in this context, the meaning was filled
with menace, even if the words were softly spoken.
“It’s all
right, dear, do as he says” I whisper as I look over to my daughter. Well, actually she is my step daughter – I
married her mother two years ago, five years after her father died. I had been working for her at the time as her
personal assistant, and – well, we grew closer together over that time. And now, I thought of Janine as if she was
truly my biological daughter, even though she looked nothing like me.
She’s twenty
two, and had come into the room having been at her own position of work. She was dressed for the role she played as a
bartender – a short sleeved black top that hugged her upper body, a short and
tight grey skirt with a large black check, dark tights, and over the knee black
leather boots. She had a thin choker
round her neck, and a scared expression on her face as she looked at the other two
men standing in the room.
They were smartly
dressed – Saville Row suits, cotton shirts, silk ties, highly polished shoes,
and black leather gloves as well as dark glasses. They had arrived at our home an hour ago –
and right now, two of them were upstairs with my wife, while the other two were
standing there as I sat with my hands on my lap.
“Lie down on your
stomach,” one of the men said again as he looked at Janine, my daughter nodding
as she slowly lay and stretched herself out.
I had to watch as he crossed her wrists behind her back, and started to
secure them together, taking the rope he was using around and between her limbs
as he did so.
I prayed he
would not hurt her – and that they would not hurt Geraldine upstairs…
“What are your – friends doing with my
family,” I said as I sat at the edge of the bed, looking at the two men
standing in front of me. I was still
wearing the red dress I had worn to the awards lunch – red linen, with a scoop
neck, elbow length sleeves and a knee length skirt split at the side over a
shorter one. My outfit was completed by
black heels, while I had my light brown hair falling down in soft waves. I had toyed with the idea of going to the
hairdresser and getting it coloured, but I had decided that perhaps it was time
to show my age.
So Eleanor and I had come back from the
lunch, walked into the house – and there they were. Four men, impeccably dressed, very softly and
well spoken – and two of them carrying guns which they aimed at my wife and
me. We looked at each other, wondering
what was going on before one of them said we should do what they say, and then
he took me by the arm and walked up the stairs with me and one of the other –
visitors.
It was as I was walked up that I heard
the front door of the house open and close, and I had to stop myself from
sighing at what Janine was walking into...
“That’s right – pose.”
My mind was brought back to the moment
in time we were currently in, as I sat on the footstool, my ankles crossed and
my hands on my knees, and looked into the camera as my picture was taken. They then made my hold a copy of today’s
Times for another picture, before it was taken away from me, and the second man
guided my hands behind my back. I looked
on as he was handed a length of cream coloured cord, and then felt it rubbing
on my wrists as he secured them together.
I felt it rubbing on them, and wondered
what was happening to my wife and Janine…
Janine turned
her head and looked at me as the man crossed her ankles, and started to bind
them tightly together in the same way as her wrists, doubling the rope over and
passing it round them before he pulled the ends through the loop and back, then
made neat bands as he forced her ankles together, the sound of squeaking a new
thing as her legs rubbed together and the rope rubbed on them.
It was a fascinating
sight, as I watched them slowly immobilising my daughter, praying they were not
hurting her as he pulled the rope between her legs and tied the ends off. He then made her sit up, as she looked at me
and said “what’s going on, Eleanor?”
“I don’t know –
your mother is upstairs with two more of them,” I said quietly as I felt my
hands been taken behind my back, and rope forcing my wrists together. I had had such a wonderful day so far as well
– a trip to the hairdresser and a new dress, with a white bohemian peasant style
top and a cream skirt, a thin black belt round my waist, and black heels.
I can feel the
rope rubbing on my wrists, and then on my arms as he passes a longer length
round my upper body, pulling it tight under my chest and then taking it around
above and below my breasts. I can feel how
tight it is, and I can imagine how it looks, because the same thing is been done
to Janine as I watch, her breasts framed in the two bands of rope as the other
intruder secures the ends behind her back.
It is a strange
feeling – tight, a little uncomfortable, but also soft and it definitely made
sure I was not able to move my arms or my whole upper body. It rubbed on my bare arms as I twisted round,
and I could see looking at Janine she was confused about what was happening as
well. I wondered if Geraldine was having
the same thing done to her…
I twisted my upper body round as he
secured the ropes behind my back – the two bands framing my chest, and then the
rope taken under one arm, up and around the back of my neck, and under the
other arm. While he had done this, the
man with him had questioned me about where Eleanor and I kept our jewellery.
Well, I was not in a position to argue
with him, so I told him where the easily accessible things were, as I wondered
what their intentions were towards the three of us. I figured we were going to be immobilised and
unable to raise the alarm, especially as I looked down and saw that he was
starting to bind my ankles tightly together, the rope once again going around
and between my legs. It was strong,
tight but soft at the same time, and I was marvelling at how that was possible.
He then repeated the process below my
knees, as his ‘friend’ came over with a pair of my panties, which he was
folding into a pad. I wondered what he
was going to do with that – and then he told me…
I twisted round
on the seat as the man bound my legs together below my knees, my ankles already
tightly secur4ed together. I glanced
over at Janine as she twisted round as well, the leather squeaking on her boots
as she struggled in the seat.
The two men
were now talking quietly to each other, as I said “are you scared Janine?”
“I don’t think
scared is the right word,” Janine said quietly, “more worried about my mother.”
“So am I – and
they still haven’t…” I then looked in
the doorway as the other two men appeared, Geraldine walking with them. Only there was a pad of white tape covering
her mouth and jaw, and I could tell something was in her mouth behind it.
There was something
else – the way the ropes encircled and framed her upper body, holding her arms
to her sides, made me feel a little strange – and I could see by the look in
her eyes she was feeling the same when she looked at me.
“Mother? What did they do to you?”
Janine tries to
stand up, but a hand on her shoulder forces her back down again onto the seat as
I see what is in the hands of the other man, and whisper “no, please…”
“Open your mouths,
both of you.”
“Eleanor, what
do theyhhmhghhdddnhhh…?” I do not know
what to do as he stuffs a pair of my panties into Janine’s mouth, Geraldine
shaking her head and moaning as she watches them press white tape over our
daughter’s mouth, and then looks at me.
“Your turn
lady,” the man who is obviously the leader says as he walks towards me, “open
your mouth nice and wide…”
I really feel
as if I have no choice, as I feel the silk on my tongue, and just give thanks
for the fact they are clean, before the tape tugs on the skin around my mouth
as well. Both of us are then thrown over
the shoulders of one of the men, Geraldine over the shoulder of a third, as we
are carried out of the house, struggling and trying to call for help before we
are placed in the back of a grey van. We
look at each other as the van moves off, wondering what was happening…
I grunt as I am dropped onto one side of
the bed, Eleanor dropped on the other, before I see Janine been carried to a
different room. I looked at my wife and
twist round, my red dress now sticking to my body as she looks at me.
“Whtshghnhnn” she says as she looks at
me, her white dress stretched tightly over her chest as she looks at me.
“Rhnsshmm – thrrrhbbhnthebhshnhss” I
mumble as I look at her, and then smile under the tape. “Chmhhrrr.”
Eleanor looks at me, and then wriggles
over as she looks into my eyes.
“Wthhshshtt,” she says as she looks at me.
“Hlffuh,” I say quietly before I press
my taped lips on hers, Eleanor kissing me back as we try to enjoy each other’s
company. If we were going to be held hostage,
then we had to pass the time in as pleasurable a way as possible…
It was an hour later when the door to
the room opened, and two of the men came in, one pushing a trolley as the other
peeled the tape away from my mouth and removed the panties from inside.
“Where is my daughter,” I say when I
have the chance.
“In another room, safe,” the man said.
“We want to see her,” Eleanor says as
she looks at him.
“In good time – for now, eat, drink, and
change,” he says as the two men untie us, and leave the room, a lock turning
after the door is closed.
“Change?”
I look at
Geraldine as she walks over to the trolley the men have left, uncovering some
food and bottles of water. She then
looks on the lower shelf of the trolley, and took out two baby doll nighties.
“Are they
serious?”
“I guess they
are – and I do need to get out of this dress.
I am rather – sweaty,” Geraldine said – and I had to admit, I was a
little the worse for the struggle as well.
“So we eat, we drink, and then we see…”
I have to
admit, Geraldine was right – I was hungry, and my mouth was dry, so I ate and
drank, and then I stripped out of the dress I was wearing, seeing the sweat
stains all over it, before I put on the electric blue nightie. It had thin spaghetti straps, and barely
covered my bottom and crotch – but then, neither did the black one Geraldine
was wearing.
We looked at
each other, then giggled for no reason whatsoever as the door opened, and the
two men came back in, carrying lengths of rope and a plastic bag. “Guess we’re going to be secured for the
night,” Geraldine said as one of the men took her hands behind her back, and
the other took mine behind me before I felt the rope pulled tightly round my
wrists.
It felt softer somehow,
as he passed the rope round my arms and chest, forcing them into my sides again
as the bands framed my breasts, stretching the nightie over them as I looked at
Geraldine.
Eleanor looked amazing as the ropes
secured her, the electric blue stretched so tight – and I hoped despite
everything I was looking as good to her as I felt the ropes hugging my
body. I knew we were being held for
ransom – all three of us – but my primary concern was for Eleanor and Janine,
not for myself.
I felt the tug behind me as the bands
were brought together there, and then the touch of his hands as he fed the rope
under one arm, up and around the back of my neck, and then under the other arm,
so that it felt – snug. I then watched
as the man with Eleanor stood in front of her with something in his hand.
What that something was I saw as my
binder stood in front of me, with a compressed yellow sponge in his hand. “Time to be quiet” I thought as I opened my
mouth, and he pushed the sponge in past my teeth. I could feel it expand in there, pushing my
cheeks out and pressing my tongue down, while at the same time I heard a soft peeling
sound.
It was the white tape that he then wound
tightly round my head to keep that sponge in – and as I looked at Eleanor, I
could see she also had a band of white encircling her head. But the man was holding another length of
rope, and he was tying it between her breasts, forcing the two bands together
there before he dropped it on the floor.
I had a horrible feeling about what was coming
as my binder did the same thing to me, and then walked behind me. I looked down to see his hand appear between my
legs, and then take the rope back as it rose up, hiking the already short skirt
of my nightdress up – and pressing hard on my panties as it rubbed on them,
while he secured the other ends of the rope behind me.
Eleanor’s eyes were wide open as well, before
I felt his gloved hands on me and he whispered “come and see your daughter.”
I looked at Eleanor before I was forced
to move, that rope rubbing on me as we walked out of the room and down a
corridor into another room, where I said ”Hmghhhdd” through the sponge and
tape.
Janine was lying on her side on a bed,
wearing a pair of black silk pyjamas – but that only meant we could both see
the white rope round her arms and chest, her ankles and legs, and going between
her legs as she twisted round. The white
tape round her head told its own story – but there was also a buzzing sound,
and as Eleanor and I looked at each other, we knew what else had been added.
“Phllsshhsshbhbbe” I mumbled – but that
only made them laugh as we were taken back to our rooms, and made to kneel down.
I could see Geraldine
was upset about what they had done to our daughter – but we were in no position
to complain as we were made to kneel facing each other. I wondered what they were going to do next –
and I got my answer when his hands came round and began to roughly massage my
breasts, held out between the tight bands of rope.
I looked at
Geraldine, her eyes wide as the man behind her groped her chest as well, and
then closed my eyes as I began to moan – partly at what he was doing, and partly
because as I struggled, the rope moved between my legs, and that was making me
feel aroused as well. It was obvious why
they were doing this, and equally obvious nothing we could do was going to stop
them.
But do you know
something? It was taking my mind off our
situation, and something in me was saying that was a good thing. It was saying you can’t stop them – but maybe
that was all they were going to do, to distract you, put you off trying to
escape, make you…
Ohhhh…..
Eleanor closed her eyes, and she was
allowing herself to slip into whatever he was doing to her led her into. But I was determined to be strong, to not
allow him, to…
And then the rope that was rubbing on me
as I twisted round started working on me, as I felt the dampness, the tingling,
the desire, and I closed my eyes as well…
When my body
started shaking, I realised I had been lifted onto the bed, my ankles secured
and my legs secured below my knees, while the man bent my legs and was securing
my ankles to – well, that rope between my legs.
I looked over
at Geraldine to see her looking at me, the rope grey as it went between her
legs as she grunted, and then the lights went off. We shuffled towards each other, gag kissing
as we moved the rope on ourselves.
We made the
best of our situation, as our eyes slowly closed…
It was the gentle buzzing in my ears
that made me start to wake up – that and the way it felt against my crotch was
strange. Opening my eyes, I expected to
see the room – and I did see a room.
Our bedroom, and Eleanor was opposite
me, moaning softly as she twisted round and onto her back – and I could see the
black device the rope between her legs was tied round now, pressing on her.
“Mhhmmm?”
I rolled over to see Janine lying on the
floor, looking at me before her body had started to shake again. We had obviously been returned – but were
still captives until my cleaner came in.
So why did it feel so good to be like
this?
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