In Their Own Words: Not a Barrier
This week, on In Their Own Words, five
women who share more than the experience of being robbed, but also another far
more fundamental thing. We start with
Kate, who came into her ground floor flat one evening to find an unexpected
visitor...
I had been
put for dinner with some friends, and so I had dressed up for the occasion – a
black cocktail dress with lace top and sleeves, dark tights and knee length
black leather boots. It had been a very
enjoyable evening, and one of my friends had driven me back, set my wheelchair
up and helped me to get in.
I did ask him
if he wanted to come in for a coffee, but he said he had to get home, so
politely declined. If he had come in
with me, things could have been very different, but as it was...
I unlocked my
front door, and pressed the button to open it, wheeling myself in before I
turned and waved goodbye. As my friend
drove off, I don’t think he saw me as the hand was clamped over my mouth, and
the door slowly closed...
“Normally, I
would say don’t move,” a male voice said from behind me, “but somehow that
seems irrelevant. So do you promise not
to scream and to do as I say?”
I slowly
nodded as the other gloved hand reached round and removed my handbag from my
lap. “I’ve disconnected your phone,” he
said quietly, “but I’m also turning off your mobile phone. I need to make sure you don’t raise the alarm
for a while.”
“Ndhhwwdufnkldtht?”
“Fair point,”
the voice said as I heard him search through my purse, “but I’m taking no
chances.” He then removed my hand, and
said “I’m going to take you to your bedroom.
I’m not going to hurt you, but I am going to stop you raising the alarm
for long enough to allow me to get away.
I promise I’ll call the police and let them know of your situation.”
“What do you
mean, stop my raising the alarm,” I said quietly.
“Make sure
you cannot move – well, use your arms – or call out,” the voice said as I was
lifted onto the bed. I could see him in
the darkened room – older man, unshaven, and strong, as he lifted my hands
above my head, and used some tape to secure my wrists to the head of my
bed. He then stroked my blonde hair away
from my head, before he smoothed several layers of tape over my lips, covering
and sealing my mouth.
He then left,
as I looked up and started to twist my wrists round, trying to make the tape
give way. It took me a while, but
eventually I was able to pull my left hand free, and peel the tape away from my
mouth. From that, I freed my other hand,
and managed to push myself over to the edge of the bed and into my chair.
Wheeling
myself into the front room, I saw the mess, but also managed to find my mobile
phone and call the police. He had stolen
a laptop and a few small things, but at least I managed to free myself...
Kate’s story was a simple tale – but
sometimes the binding can be far more stringent, even though the lady in
question genuinely cannot move. As an
example, Gail works in a sports centre, which on the day she talks about was
home to a gem fair...
I was working
behind the reception desk, just doing my job, nothing out of the ordinary. My identity card was on a lanyard, which was
on top of my long blue scarf. I was also
wearing a floral print vest top, blue jeans and mid-calf brown fabric boots. When I am at work, I wear these brown framed
glasses with rectangular lenses, and on that day my brown hair was platted into
a pigtail that came over my shoulder.
Anyway, the
time came for my break, and I wheeled myself to the canteen for a drink and a
snack. It was when I was making my way
back that I heard the noise in a room used to store gym mats and things – so I
said “who’s there?”
There was no
answer, but I could hear someone in there, so I opened the door and wheeled
myself in – and then was pushed roughly in as the door was closed behind me. I looked up to see a tall, burly man in front
of me, wearing a stocking mask and with a gun in his hand.
“I told you
someone heard us,” a second man said behind me, and then I felt a pair of hands
as they pulled up my scarf, turned it round and pulled it into my mouth, my
teeth biting down on the wool as they pulled the knot tight – very tight, as
the end fell down my back.
“We don’t
have time for this,” the man in front of me said as he produced a zip tie, like
the one we use for securing files, and used it bind my wrists together in front
of me. And let me tell you, it hurt!
He then took
a second strip, and used it to bind my ankles together. The fact I was in a wheelchair seemed to have
passed him by – or maybe he just treated all the women he tied up in the same
way. Anyway – the next tie went around
my legs above my knees, and then one more linked my wrists to that third
binding.
“Lock the
brakes on this thing,” he said to whoever was behind me, as he picked up a bag
and I saw the gun in his gloved hand – and then he walked past me without a by
your leave, the door closing behind me.
It took me a
few minutes to process my thoughts, and decide how I was going to try and get
out of my predicament – which was when I looked down, and saw they had
completely managed not to see my purple phone sticking out from under my
thigh...
It took me a
fair bit of shifting of bodyweight to get it between my legs, and then some
upper body work on my part to pull it up between them, before I could raise the
alarm...
Kate was unable to stop the robbery,
but her testimony and description of the man who bound her did eventually lead
to the arrest and conviction of the men responsible.
There are a surprising proportion of
women who fantasise of being taken captive, and physical incapacity is not a
barrier to dreams. Nor, as Rachel
discovered in our next tale, need it be...
I broke my
back in an accident – I was cycling down the road when a lorry suddenly trend
out, and hit me in the back. So for the
last two years, I have been forced into this wheelchair, and there are some
things I miss – like walking to the shops, or just walking actually.
Anyway, I
still like to look good, so the day all this happened I was wearing a white top
with a fractal pattern and a black collar, as well as comfortable grey
jeans. I also had on a brown leather
biker jacket, and over the knee brown suede boots with the legs of my jeans
tucked in. I had been to my gym for a
workout – just because I now have a pair of useless legs, it does not mean I am
weak elsewhere – and was dropped off outside my house by the ambulance.
I looked at
the ramp leading to my front door through my glasses, and pushed myself along
as the door opened – a nice little electronic device I had installed. So I went into the kitchen, and put the
kettle on before I slipped my coat off and hung it on a low hook by the
door. A few minutes later, I had a hot
mug of coffee and a sandwich on a tray, balanced on my lap as I wheeled myself
through to the front room.
I put the
tray on the table, and manoeuvred myself onto the couch, before I turned the
television on and picked up my plate, took the sandwich in my hand, put it to
my mouth – and then saw the young man standing in the doorway, smiling as he
pointed a very real gun in my direction.
“Sorry” he
said as he looked at me, “I had hoped to be gone by the time you got home. My bad luck – and yours. You’re not going to try and run, are you?”
“You have got
to be joking,” I said before I laughed – and then he saw the wheelchair.
“Ah – well,
nevertheless, no sudden moves, all right?
I don’t want to hurt you, but I do need to stop you raising the alarm.”
“So what are
you going to do, tie me up?”
“Sadly,” he
said as he looked at me, and held some ropes up, “yes. Normally, I would not do this to someone who
has...”
“Legs that
don’t work? Why – because we’re weak?”
“That was not
what I meant...”
“If I was
able bodied, what would you do?”
“Make sure
you could not move and stop you calling for help.”
“Well, do
that then – or you afraid?” I have no
idea why I said that, except there was an excitement ignited in me just by
seeing him.
“All right
then,” he said as he walked in, “eat your sandwich – I’m going to tie your legs
together.”
“Well, if you
must,” I said, but as I ate I watched as the man wrapped some rope around my
ankles and bound them tightly together.
Not that I could feel it, but from the way the suede was compressed
under the rope as it went around and between my legs I knew it was. He then tied my legs together below my knees,
taking the rope between my legs as well so that I could see the way they were
secured.
“Better?”
“Well, I’ve
had something to eat and drink at any rate,” I said as I put the cup and plate
down, “now what?”
“Now – lean
forward and put your hands behind your back.”
As I did so,
he crossed my wrists behind my back – and now I could feel how tight the ropes
were, as he bound my wrists together. I
could feel the bands holding them, and he certainly knew what he was
doing. He then helped me to sit up, and
wound a much longer length of rope around my arms and chest, pulling them into
my sides as he passed the rope round above and below my chest. As he did so, he pulled each pass tight, and
I was surprised at the way it felt as it forced my breasts up and out.
“Problem,” he
said as he pulled the last pass tight, and then tied the two bands together
behind me.
“No –
just... different...” So as he then passed the rope over one
shoulder, under the lower of the two bands, and then yanked it up, I gasped out
while he took the rope back over the other shoulder. I had heard that, for people like me, we do
get more sensitive in other areas – but to discover it in that way...
“There,” the
man said, “how does it feel?
“Tight – oh
tight,” I whispered as he looked at me.
“Good – now
to keep you quiet,” he said as he brushed my blonde hair away, and took my
glasses off me, folding the legs and laying them on the tray. “Open your mouth as wide as you can please.”
I nodded,
distracted as I wriggled round by the ropes, and opened my mouth – then
realised he was pushing a pair of my panties into the space behind my teeth. I was just glad they were clean, before he
took a roll of white tape from his pocket, and wound it round my head, covering
my lips and keeping me unable to do more than mumble and moan.
“One more
thing,” he said as he helped me to lie down, and then gently rolled me over,
pulled my legs back and tied my ankles to the ropes at my back. I still, obviously, felt nothing in my legs –
but it did make me gasp as the ropes tightened on my chest.
“So – happy I
treated you like anyone else,” he said, as I looked at him and nodded. “Good – I’ll call the police in due
course. Until then.”
That was when
he left, and I squirmed my upper body round – because I was getting excited for
the first time in years, as the ropes and my couch rubbed on my chest. By the time the police arrived, I had had two
orgasms, and felt so relaxed...
Rachel could well be the exception
rather than the rule – for Claire, it was a very different experience.
I’ll never
forget that day – I work as the assistant manager of a local bank, and I was in
my office when I heard the commotion outside my office. Looking up, I could not see anything outside
the door – but then, the door only had a small window higher up, so been in my
wheelchair the chances were I would not see anyone anyway.
So when the
door was thrown open, and a man wearing a ski mask and brandishing a gun said
“get the hell out here!” I was taken completely by surprise.
“COME ON
MOVE!”
“Are you
blind,” I said as I wheeled myself round, and as he saw me, sitting in my
wheelchair, wearing the blue uniform dress with a black scarf round my neck,
and knee length black leather boots, he stared at me for a few moments. He then said “don’t get cocky with me – put
your hands on the wheels.”
“You’ve got
the gun,” I said quietly as I did just that – and then he produced two zip
ties. Later, I learned the rest of the
gang had used them to secure the wrists and ankles of the rest of the staff,
before they had been gagged – but in my case he used them to secure my wrists to
the wheel rims that I used to push the chair along. He didn’t bother to do anything to my legs –
but he did take the scarf off from my neck.
Actually, it
would be more accurate to say he yanked it off, and then stuffed it into my
mouth, before he came round and disconnected my computer, and took my handbag
with him. The way he had secured my
wrists, there was no way I could move my chair more than a few inches, and the
scarf stopped me calling for help.
It was over
as quickly as it had started – I could hear them threatening the other staff,
and then nothing until the police came in...
Finally for this week, Antonia relates
the tale of what happened when she was getting ready to go to an awards
ceremony...
I had
finished dressing, and had just put on a wide brown leather belt with a swan
buckle around the waist of my denim coat dress.
I had also put on a pair of brown knee length leather boots over my dark
tight covered legs, and was just fastening a necklace round my neck when I
heard a noise behind me.
Before I got
a chance to find out who it was, a leather gloved hand was clamped over my
mouth, and a female voice said “Redundant as this may sound, do not move,
understand?”
Oh I
understood – and I nodded slowly as the voice said “good – when I take my hand
away, open your mouth as wide as you can.”
The hand was
removed, I opened my mouth – and then felt as well as tasted the silk as a
scarf, which had been rolled into a band and a knot tied in the middle, was
pulled behind my teeth, forcing my tongue down and trapping my long blonde hair
as the band was pulled round my head. I
could feel the ends as they were secured at the base of my neck, before my
hands were taken around the back of my wheelchair and she started to use rope
to secure them together.
“Ndwhhrrwldernt,”
I mumbled as I felt the rope biting into my wrists.
“Oh something
tells me you would find a way,” the woman said as she tugged the rope between
my wrists, and then passed some rope round my waist, pulling me even further
back into the chair.
She then
walked in front of me, and I saw her for the first time – wearing a black
jumper and stirrup pants, soft boots, gloves and a black domino mask over her
eyes. She smiled as she held up some
more rope, and then secured my ankles tightly together, taking the rope around
and between my useless legs. She then
tied them together below my knees as well, before she started to search the
room, putting my valuables into a bag and then leaving me in the room.
Well, I struggled
like mad, but the ropes just would not give – but that was the idea, to stop me
moving after all. So when she came back,
and looked at me, I could see a strange look in her eyes.
“So
helpless,” she said as she reached down, and unbuckled my belt, pulling it off
and to the side, “And yet I can see you are curious.”
“Btwhtt?”
“About this,”
she said as she kissed my neck, and then stroked her hands down my body. And she was right – I was curious.
Curious to
see what my girlfriend would do next, as she slowly unfastened my dress...
And with that, we bid you adieu for
another week from In Their Own Words...
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