Not a Robbery – The Theatre
Maxie Barnett – lighting and sound
We were going
to do a rehearsal for the play “My Mother Never Said I Should” – we were
opening the next Monday, and this was the chance for us to make the marks,
lighting and things were agreed in time for the dress rehearsal that night. It’s a four hand play, but Beryl just wanted
the actresses, along with me and Jill who was doing costumes and props
I arrived at
about ten, because I needed to open the theatre for one thing, but also because
I needed to make sure all the equipment was in good working order. I like to dress casually, so I had on a pale
blue blouse, the sleeves rolled up, floral print leggings and black short
leather boots. I guess what you might
call a big girl, but hey – my philosophy was if you’ve got it, flaunt it.
The theatre’s
a small one tucked away in a quite part of town, so I was happy to keep the
door unlocked as I went to the back stage area, and started to sort through the
microphones. So I wasn’t paying
attention to anything much – which means the day took a very different turn
when the gloved hand went over my mouth.
“Shhh,” I
male voice whispered into my ear as I opened my eyes wide in shock, “not a
word, dear lady. I’m not going to hurt
you, so long as you do what I say, all right?”
I nodded
slowly as I felt myself being turned, and then the voice said “please, put your
hands behind your back.”
“Wha... What do you want,” I whispered as I felt rope
pulling my wrists together, “the box office is closed for hours, and I don’t
keep the key.”
“That’s
alright,” he whispered as I felt a tug on the rope, “I’m not here for the box
office money, or any money. I heard
there was a private rehearsal here, and I wished to offer my services as a
relaxation guru.”
“A... You’re tying me up! How’s that meant to help me relax?”
“You’ll see,”
he said – quietly, calmly, as I saw some more rope pass round my body, and then
felt my arms pressed against my side, the rope wrapping round above and below
my chest. As the ropes tightened, my
blouse stretched over my – well, you get the picture.
“Why don’t
you show me your base of operations,” he said as he took my arm, “lead the
way.”
As if I had a
choice... I walked slowly up the back
steps, the man holding my arm the whole time, and into my realm. It sits at the back of the stalls, closed off
with a window that allows me to watch the stage.
“Very nice,”
I heard him say as he turned me round, and I saw him for the first time. He was over six foot tall, with short hair,
and wearing a shirt and trousers.
“Sit down,”
he said as he smiled at me, and I saw the bag in his hand. Nodding, I sat myself on the floor, watching
as he produced some more rope and knelt in front of me. Crossing my ankles, he tied them together,
taking the rope between my legs to make the binding even tighter, and then he
tied my legs together below my knees in the same way. As he did this, I tried to find the knot for
the rope around my wrists with my fingers, but it was out of reach.
“What are you
going to do to me,” I finally said as he walked behind me.
“Just to make
you relax, before I let you watch what happens next,” he said quietly, as I
felt his hands stroking down my arms, making me shiver as he did so.
“Oh god no –
please, don’t say you’re going to...”
“Hush – I’m
not going to do that, just this,” he said as his hands gently stroked over my
chest, his fingers running over my nipples.
I felt a shiver again as I said “Please, don’t do that...”
“Why, is it
unpleasant?”
“No,” I heard
myself say as his fingers circled round my nipples, “but I can’t stop you. Please...”
“Of course,”
he said as he started to massage my breasts, his hands gently kneading my chest
as I gasped. “No – that’s not what I
meant,” I whispered, at the same time enjoying the sensations.
“Why – you
said it was pleasant, and should you not feel pleasure?”
“Yes... No... You’re confusing me,” I whispered as
his hands continued to massage me, making my breasts even firmer, and my
nipples hard and erect. “What’s
happening to me...”
“This is
relaxation,” he whispered into my ear, “now, how does this feel?” And with that, he squeezed my chest, and I
let out a loud gasp.
“Oh my god,”
I said quietly, “how are you doing this to me...”
I then felt
him open my blouse and pull it to the side, before his hands pressed gently on
my bra, and I said “no – please stop, I don’t...”
“Shh,” he
said as I felt him push something into my mouth, some sort of cloth pressing my
tongue down, and then heard a strange sound like something been peeled from
backing. I then felt his hand press
firmly over my mouth, and something started to pull at the skin around my
mouth. He then showed me a roll of white
tape, and I realised he had covered my mouth with it, as his hands slipped
under the bra cups and started to play with my nipples.
“Hswttjssss,”
I said as he laid me on my back, my head on my large handbag, and he started to
kiss my neck and throat, easing the cups of my bra off my breasts as he did so
– and then he did something no man had done for years.
He kissed my
chest, his lips and tongue playing with my nipples, and I moaned, unable to do
anything to stop him, and not exactly sure if I wanted to. As he sucked gently, his hand slipped between
my legs, and I realised with no small shock I was damp between my legs as he
pressed gently.
“Does that
feel good now,” he said as he gently rubbed over my crotch, and then returned
to kissing my bare chest. I nodded,
surprising myself as I pressed against his hand, and then watched as he pulled
my leggings and panties down, before gently kissing me between my legs.
I groaned and
pushed up still more, my back arching as his lips kissed my sex, and then I
felt his tongue playing with it as well.
I could feel the fire starting to burn as well as he did this, and I
closed my eyes, wondering what he really was going to do.
What he did
do was continue to work me with his tongue and lips, my moans of pleasure
increasing as I began to... Look I’m
ashamed to remember what I felt as he did this, but at the same time he made me
feel so absolutely fucking wonderful.
He worked me
to the cliff face, and then pulled back, taking me closer again and again until
finally I screamed – well, a very muffled scream as I shook all over, and gave
all I had, but still he kept going, bringing me so gently back to earth as he
looked at me.
“There –
relaxed now,” he said quietly, smiling as I nodded. “Good – let me make you comfortable,” he then
said as he rolled me over, and I felt him doing something to my wrists. Rolling me over, I then yelped as he pulled
some rope between my legs, forcing it against my damp and warm clit as he tied
it between my breasts.
Picking me up
in his arms, he then deposited me in my leather chair, and tied my waist and
lap to the seat, before he said “I understand you can see and hear everything
from here.”
I nodded as
he took the tape, and wrapped it round my mouth and head, before he said “then
enjoy the show” and left me there, unable to say anything as Jill came in...
Jill Monroe – Costumes and Props
I got to the
theatre at about eleven, and let myself in through the stage door – I knew
Maxine would leave it open, so I made my way straight to the prop room, and
started to sort out the props we would need for the first rehearsal, and the
costumes for later. Before I did that,
however, I took off my poncho and looked at myself in the long mirror.
I was wearing
a retro style summer dress, a red poppy print with a green fern
background. It had no sleeves, and I had
a tan leather belt around my waist as well as knee length brown leather boots. Then, I had long hair dyed chestnut brown – I
had it cut short and let it go back to its natural blonde colour after...
But you want
to know about the day, right? So there I
was in the prop room, when I heard a door open and close behind me. “Lighting all good Maxine,” I said without
looking round.
“Maxine
cannot talk to you right now.”
I turned
quickly to see a tall, well built man, casually dressed, standing and looking
at me, with a bag in one hand. I also
saw the very real looking gun in his other hand, as I whispered “oh my god...”
“No loud
noises, no sudden movements,” he said as he looked at me, “stay calm, and you
will not come to any harm.”
“What do you
want,” I said as I looked at him.
“To make you
relaxed, happy, fulfilled,” he said as he put the bag down, his eyes fixed on
me as he opened his bag and took out a length of rope. Looking at the long recliner I use to put
clothes out on, he said “lie face down, and put your hands behind your back.”
I was too
scared to do anything except comply, trying to keep calm as I felt him cross my
wrists and then the rope holding them together.
IT didn’t hurt, but when he pulled and tied the knot I knew I would not
be able to reach or even try to undo it – not even with my long fingers.
I felt him
put my ankles together, and then the soft leather pressing against my skin as
he started to tie them together with another length of rope. It felt strange, I
had the feeling nothing I did would make the ropes go, and yet it wasn’t tight
– just very, very snug.
I then felt
his gloved hands moving up my legs, and looking down my side I saw him lift my
skirt up, before he tied my legs tightly together below my knees, his hands
stroking my thighs as he took the rope between my legs to tighten that band as
well. It made me shiver a little, as he
then started to massage my shoulders.
“Just relax,”
he whispered, “and I promise you the time will pass much more quickly.”
“What....
What are you doing to me....”
“Shhh,” he
said, and then I felt his kips kissing the back of my neck as his hands slipped
under me and started to caress my breasts.
I moaned “oh no – oh no....” as he did this, wriggling round to try and
stop him – but all that did was made my breasts rub against his hands.
“Oh fuck –
please, no, don’t...”
“Hush,” he
whispered as he removed his hands, and then I saw him hold a small sponge ball
in front of me as I raised my head.
“Open your
mouth.”
“Must I...”
“Yes – now
please, open your mouth.”
Slowly, I did
as he said, feeling the ball expand as he pushed it into my mouth and press
down on my tongue. I then saw him take a
roll of white tape from a bag, tear off several strips and press them over my
mouth, before he started to massage my chest again.
This time I
could do little more than protest quietly, even though he was gentle, almost loving
his caress. I felt his lips on my back, and
closed my eyes again, beginning to almost enjoy the experience. I did not even realise what he was doing as I
felt his lips travel down my back – and then realised he had unzipped my dress,
pulling it down my body as he exposed my chest.
I’d not put on a bra that day – I felt uncomfortable for some reason –
so when his gloved fingers touched the bare flesh around my nipples I started
to shake.
That was when
he helped me onto my knees, and I saw myself in the mirror, the dress hanging
down my arms and waist and my breasts out.
Even more out a few minutes later, when he took a long length of rope
out, and started to tie it round my body, above and below my chest, forcing it
up as it pressed on my flesh and held my arms in place. He then took the rope under my arms and
around the back of my neck, making them even more prominent before he laid me
back down, and rolled me onto my back, his hands caressing and pressing gently
on my breasts.
A few boys
when I was younger had done this to me, but I had not had a boyfriend for a
while, so I was unexpected for how my body reacted to this, the warmth inside
me as I moved and allowed him to press more firmly. I was beginning to enjoy the attention,
despite the fact I was unable to stop him, but then I felt his lips kissing my
chest, and...
Have you ever
been on a roller coaster where the first ascent is in a tunnel? You know the first descent is coming, but you
don’t know when. It was like that for me
– the sudden shock of his lips on my nipples, sucking gently, made me feel as
if I went over the edge of such a roller coaster, the shock and thrill mingling
in me as I heard myself gasp slightly.
“Does that
feel good,” he said, and I was surprised to find myself nodding, as his hand
moved down, and lifted my skirt up, his hands moving between my legs as I felt
him touch my panties.
The shock
from his kissing me was still there, and I found myself wriggling and moaning
even more, his fingers gently stroking up and down as he continued to suck and
caress my nipples with his lips.
I barely
registered him pulling my panties down – but by god I felt it when he started
to kiss me between my legs, and his tongue started to trace over the petals
there. I moaned loud and arched my back,
drinking in every sensation as he slowly worked his tongue into me, and I felt
him stroking the inside of the passage with it.
IT was
beautiful, fantastic, indescribable – and he just kept going, sending me into
spasms and then screams as he took me over the edge of an orgasm, sending me
into frenzy as I moved round.
“there –
isn’t that better,” he eventually said, and I opened my eyes, looking at him as
I slowly nodded, then opening them wide as he placed a vibrator inside, and
tied a crotch rope firmly between my legs to keep it in there.
I squirmed
round as he rolled me over, and pulled my ankles back, tying them to the crotch
rope and patting me gently on my behind.
“What the...”
I looked over
to see a white haired woman, wearing a red leather jacket, jeans and short
black felt boots, looking at us.
“Ah – the
grandmother,” he said as he picked up the gun and pointed it at her, before
picking up the bag. “Come with me, dear
lady – I want to take you somewhere.”
I could only
moan as the vibrator tormented me, and he led her away...
Maureen Baker – Grandmother
I have worked
in the theatre all my life – ever since I starred in a school production of
Salad Days – but in all my 78 years, that day has been the one that keeps
forcing itself to the front of my mind, and for reasons I am afraid I still
cannot quite fathom.
Perhaps it is
best if I start at the beginning – I had agreed to help Beryl, who I first met
some twenty years ago at a theatre workshop in Newcastle, by playing the part
of the grandmother in My Mother Never Said I Should – a minor farce, but she was
grateful for my input, and I had to admit it was keeping me busy for a while.
At any rate,
I arrived at the theatre for final rehearsals at about 11.30 that morning. I always dress casually for these things, so
I had on a white short sleeved top, blue jeans and short black felt boots, as
well as a red leather biker jacket I threw on as well. I had my hair cut short then, and I always
wear glasses when not performing. I probably
had some beads round my neck as well, but that was all.
Anyway, I
came into the stage door, expecting to see one of the back room girls at work,
but there was nobody there. I did call
out, but there was no response, so I presumed they were busy elsewhere. Looking up, I could see there was a light on
in the technician’s booth, but it’s next to impossible to see any actual person
at that angle.
So I went
backstage, and as I approached the props room I could hear some noises
inside. So I opened the door, walked in
– and got the shock of my life. The
props girl was in there – but she was lying on a chase longue, face down, her
dress pulled down and the skirt up and her legs tied to ropes around her
chest. As she turned her head and looked
at me, I saw the white tape over her mouth.
Then there
was the young man who was standing over her – casually dressed, normal looking,
but his hand was on a rope running between the young girl’s legs making her
moan as she moved.
“Ah – the
grandmother,” he said as he picked a very real gun from the floor, and pointed
it at me. “Come with me, dear lady – I
want to take you somewhere.”
I was
petrified – I thought I had walked in on a rapist, and he was going to attack
me now. Or worse. At any rate, I offered no resistance as he
picked up a large bag and motioned for me to walk in front of him, him
following behind.
“What did you
do to that poor woman,” I whispered as he led me down the corridor.
“I do not
think she is complaining – which one is your dressing room?”
I nodded to
one of the doors on the left, and turned to see him smile as he said “please –
open the door and go in.”
As we went
in, he closed the door behind us and looked round. It was a basic dressing room – wash basin,
table for makeup, mirror, nothing fancy, but he nodded as if he was approving.
“I want you,”
he said quietly, “to take your jacket off, and leave it on the back of that
chair, and then kneel on the floor.”
“Why?”
“Please,” he
said as he raised the gun, “just do as I say.”
He did not raise his voice, or change his tone, but I could see he was
serious, so I carefully slipped off my jacket and knelt down. There was a soft thud as the bag was placed
next to me, and then I felt rather then heard him kneel behind me, and then
take my arms behind my back. He was
gentle, I will give him that, as I felt him use some type of rope to bind my
wrists together.
In my younger
days, I had appeared in some of the old ITC shows, the ones Lew Grade produced,
and as the ingénue in them I had played the hostage a few times. That had involved been tied up, but this was
different – it did not hurt, but I knew when he had finished I would not be
able to move my arms apart. That was
reinforced when he started to wrap even more rope around my upper body.
I do not have
what you would call a full figure, but as my arms were pressed against me, and
the rope went above and below my chest, I noticed it been forced out a
bit. It was strange, seeing them like
that, something I had to confess had not happened in some considerable time.
“I trust this
is not too uncomfortable,” he said behind me as he tugged the ropes again.
“No, it is
surprisingly... Oh,” I said as he took the rope over my left shoulder, fed it
under the band below my chest, and gently pulled that against my breasts,
taking the rope back over the other shoulder before he secured it.
“Is something
wrong?”
“No – it’s just... It’s just a feeling I was not expecting.”
“How long?”
“I beg your
pardon?”
“How long has
it been since someone touched you there?”
It was a damn
forward question, and yet I heard myself say “a long time – why?”
“Because it
saddens me how age clouds the eyes of men to beauty.”
I blushed a
little as he said that, and then blushed more as his hands brushed over my
forced out chest, checking how tight the ropes were.
“There,” he
then said, “nice and snugly secured.”
I nodded –
surprising myself with that – before he started to stroke his hands over my
chest again.
“Shall I
continue,” he whispered into my ear.
Truthfully, I didn’t know how to answer that, because I was actually
enjoying his touch on me. It had been a
very, very long time since anyone had touched me there except myself. I just nodded slowly as he increased the
pressure of his touch, and it took me a while to realise he was playing with my
breasts.
That was
about the same time as he kissed my neck, and I shivered.
“Not nice?”
“Very nice,”
I whispered, as he continued this gentle – well, arousing is a word I could
use. I wasn’t exactly in a position to
stop him anyway, as his lips travelled around my neck and then my back, his
hands massaging me on my breasts. Again,
it took me a while to realise my body was responding – it had been sooooo looooongggggg.....
I began to
swoon a little as he moved my t-shirt up, and began to use his hands over my
bra, and even more as he unclasped my bra and eased it down, the ropes
providing the support.to me. His fingers
traced over my breasts as he kissed the side of my neck, with me moving my head
to allow him, before he said “I need you to sit down now.”
I nodded and
moved onto my bottom, stretching my legs out and watching as he took more rope
and tied my ankles tightly together, the rope compressing the boots around my
legs. He then looked at me, and gently
started to...
He kissed my
chest, and I moaned more, my mind flying back years and years as his lips
sucked gently, his tongue tracing over them...
I lost any
track of what was happening, as he unfastened my jeans and pulled them down my
legs, and then tied them together below my knees.
“It has been
a long time, hasn’t it,” he whispered, but before I could answer he traced his
fingers up the inside of my thighs, and then – somewhere very personal.
“Oh my
fuck....”
“Hush, my
dear, we do not want to raise the alarm.”
“But... Do
you know what you’re doing to me?”
“Yes I do,”
he whispered as his finger traced up my panties. “Age should not be a barrier to pleasure,
don’t you agree?”
I nodded, and
then gasped out as he put his finger into my panties and stroked me there. Looking at him, I said “please.... don’t....”
“Don’t make
you feel like the most special woman in the world,” he said, and I shook my
head. “Then I must help you to be quiet,
mustn’t I?”
I nodded and
then saw him take a cloth from his bag, folding it as he held it in front of my
mouth. I allowed him to place it inside,
the cloth pressing my tongue down, and I closed my lips over it as I watched
him tear a long strip of white tape from a roll.
“Forgive me,”
he said as he gently kissed my lips, and then pressed the tape over my mouth. As he smoothed it down with his gloved hands,
I watched his eyes, before he removed my glasses and put them on the dressing
table.
“Whddu... hmmgddddd!”
I gasped out as he gently pulled my panties down to my knees, and then
kissed me between my legs.
I suddenly
squealed as his lips and tongue worked on me, and I was a seventeen year old
girl again, kissing a GI behind the sheds at the local American airfield...
When I opened
my eyes, he was looking at me, smiling as he pulled the rope between my legs,
pressing against my damp crotch and making me moan as I wriggled round, unable
to stop him tying it to my chest ropes.
“Happy,” he
said, and I nodded as he rolled me over and pulled my ankles back, my jeans
slipping down as he tied them to the rope at my back.
I nodded as I
tried moving my ankles – and then realised he had tied them to the rope between
my legs. As he stood up, there was a
knock on the door and I heard Jo say “Maureen?
Are you here yet?”
He put his
finger to his lips, and picked up the bag, walking to the door and looking out
before he left...
Jo Pacey – Mother
When I went
into the theatre, I was surprised that there seemed to be nobody about. Mind you, it is a small theatre, and only a
few staff, so I just imagined they were busy getting things set up.
I knew it was
going to be casual before the dress rehearsal, so I had thrown a dark blue
jacket over my grey v-necked jumper, grey jeans and short brown boots, with a long
white scarf wrapped round my neck to keep the cold out.
I went
backstage and knocked on Maureen’s door – I figured she should have arrived by
now – and called out “Maureen? Are you
here yet?”
There wasn’t
an answer, so I shrugged my shoulders and made my way down to my own dressing
room. It was a little larger than
Maureen’s, with a long recliner as well as the dressing table, so I hung my bag
on the back of a chair and went to look in the fridge for some water.
That was when
this hand clamped itself over my mouth, and – well, I’ll admit it. I fainted in shock.
When I opened
my eyes, it took me a moment to realise I was now on the recliner. As I regained my senses, however, I also
realised that whoever had grabbed me had removed my jacket, and more to the
point they were holding my wrists together above my head. Slowly raising my head, I saw it was a tall,
and very strong looking man, who was using some rope to tie my wrists together,
the cords going between my arms as I felt them forcing my wrists together.
“Forgive me,”
he said as he pulled the ropes tight, and then tied them down to a leg of the
recliner, fixing my arms above my head, “I did not mean to make you faint.”
“What are you
doing to me,” I said as I wriggled round, trying to move my arms.
“Making sure
you cannot move, so that when I start, you are able to enjoy it fully,” he said
as he walked down to the other end of the recliner, and unzipped my boots;
pulling them and my socks off before he crossed and tied them tightly together,
then to the other end of the recliner.
“Start? Start what,” I said as he took more rope, and
tied my legs together below my knees, and then looked at me.
“I recognise
you, you know. I have seen quite a bit of
your work?”
“You have,” I
said as I looked at him. “What, my television
work?”
“No – your
adult video work. Your hair is greyer,
but your work with Laurel Blake and others still entertains me.”
I stared at
him, my face paling as I did so. IT had
been a long time ago, when I was just breaking into acting, and I had made a
few adult films to pay the bills. I had
thought those days long behind me as I said “No... OH god no...”
“Hush – I
mean you no ill will, no harm,” he said as he started to massage my feet, “I
merely wish to remind you of how good you were then.”
“What....
What do you...” I suddenly had to stifle a small gasp as his fingers worked on
the bare soles of my feet, and then he stood with his back to me, his hands
stroking the back of my legs as he leaned over and...
His lips
covered my big toe, his tongue playing with it as he gently sucked, and then
moved along each of my feet, teasing my toes as his hands moved down and
between my legs. I was helpless to step
him, and powerless to stop myself from sighing as he gently kissed and licked
my feet.
How on earth
did he know what that would do to me?
Had he remembered something, or had he been following me? Who was he anyway?
“There – that
was not too bad, was it,” he finally said as he looked at me, and I slowly
nodded, aware of a warmth and a dampness in places there had not been such
feelings for some time.
“What are you
going to do now,” I said as I looked at him, and then I got my reply as his
hands caressed my chest, massaged it, played with it, his lips caressing the
side of my neck and the front of my chest where the jumper neckline dipped.
“OH fuck,” I
said as I started to squirm, “you really know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,”
he said quietly, “but I need you to be quiet, and not disturb anyone
else.” As he lifted my jumper up,
revealing the teal coloured bra I was wearing, he gently squeezed my chest
again and said “Can I trust you to do that?”
“Hmmmnno – no
I can’t promise,” I moaned out, watching as he went to a large bag on the
floor.
“I remember
from your film days how nice one of these looked on you,” he said as he
produced a leather panel, with straps either side and a rubber bung fastened to
the underside, “so let us use this again.”
“Will you do
something first,” I said, my eyes wide as he brushed my hair away from my face.
“Name it, my
dear.”
“Kiss me
first.”
He nodded and
leaned over, his lips pressing against mine and his tongue playing with my
lips. I opened my mouth slightly, our
tongues intertwining, before allowing him to place the bung into my mouth and
closing my lips over it, feeling him fasten the straps tightly around my head.
“Fnkuu,” I
mumbled as he gently unfastened my bra, and eased it up, before he started to tease
at my now firm breasts with his lips and tongue, his teeth gently nibbling as
well. I closed my eyes and felt the
pleasure waves wash over me – I was powerless to stop him, so I may as well get
some enjoyment from it, was my thinking.
And what
enjoyment I was getting, as I pressed my body up, allowing him to take full advantage
of my chest, teasing me to the edge as he moved his hand between my legs. Looking up at me, he smiled as he then moved
his head down, tracing round my belly button with his tongue as he unfastened
my pants, and pulled them down to my knees, my knickers following soon
after. Now there was nothing to stop him
slowly inserting his finger into my passage, taking it out and licking it as he
said “Hmmmm you taste so sweet and warm.
How long has it been?”
“Tttlng,” I
mumbled as I looked at him, and then gasped, my eyes shooting open as he
started to kiss me there, use his tongue there, drive me crazy with what he was
doing...
I could feel
the climax coming as he licked and teased me, so I closed my eyes and allowed
it to cum, and then to keep cumming, as he refused to let me relax, forcing me
in the most gentle way possible to give everything I had to my own pleasure.
Eventually,
completely exhausted and sated, I collapsed and shook my head, looking at the
man as he smiled at me.
“There – you
can rest now,” he said, “while...”
“Jo? Oh my god...”
“Hello,” he
said as I looked at Mary Dean’s daughter, “please, come in and close the
door. I was expecting you anyway...”
Bobbi Dean – the granddaughter
It was my
first real part you see – I’d done some acting in school plays and things, but
when my mum got the part in this play, and they were having real trouble
filling the role of the granddaughter, she put my name forward – and I got the
role. As it was, I discovered a lot
more, but...
She dropped
me off at the stage door at about 12.30, and asked me to let the others know she’d
be a little late, as she had to go to the bank first. So I went in, but couldn’t find anyone. As I passed the door of Jo’s dressing room
however, I could hear someone talking inside, so I went in – and saw Jo, lying
on her long couch, her jumper pulled up and her pants pulled down, tied up and
gagged.
“Jo? Oh my god...”
I stood with my hands to my mouth, unable to move as the man with her
stood up and looked at me. He was easily
six inches taller than me at least, and very strong looking, but looking back I
remember he had a wonderful smile as he said “Hello, please come in and close the
door. I was expecting you anyway...”
Jo looked at
me, her eyes looking as if she was exhausted, as I closed the door and said
“Please, don’t tell me you just ra....”
“No – no, I
have not had sex with her,” he said quietly, Jo slowly nodding to show me he
was telling the truth. She still looked
shaken, however, so I said “I’m going to phone the police, and...”
“Please,” he
said as he produced a small handgun, “don’t.
In fact, give me the phone, and then take your jacket off.”
“Dsshssss,”
Jo mumbled under whatever that leather pad was that covered her mouth, so I
handed the phone over, taking off my black jacket as he removed the back, and
then the battery. I had on under the
jacket a peach coloured top smock, while I was also wearing a knee length skirt
with a floral print, black leggings and a pair of black Ugg boots.
“All right
then,” he said as he reached into this canvas bag on the floor, “turn around
and put your hands behind your back.”
I could see
what was coming – the ropes were visible on Jo’s wrists, legs and ankles – and
I readily admit I was terrified. When I
turned around, however, he put his hands on my arms and said “don’t be afraid –
this will not hurt,” before he crossed my wrists and I felt the rope pulling
them together.
He was right
in half a way – it was tight, but whatever he did as he wrapped the rope round
did not hurt too much. I felt him tug at
it a few times, and then tried to move my arms – with little success I might
add.
“What are you
going to do to me,” I whispered as I saw from the corner of my eye his hand
reach into the bag again.
“I need to
make sure you are secure,” he answered before I felt more rope around my arms,
and then gasped as he pulled them together behind my back, my elbows almost
touching as he secured them as well. Looking
down, I saw my chest forced out as well, but as he tied that rope off I knew I
had no chance of freeing them now. I
just knew it.
Jo’s eyes
were closing as the man said quietly “Sit down,” and he helped me to sit on the
floor. I tried to move my arms, but al
that did was make my chest shake, the fabric of my top rubbing against my
breasts. It was a strange, new feeling,
so absorbing I didn’t notice as he took my boots off, and tied my ankles
tightly together – but I felt his hands on the soles of my feet as he passed
the rope between my legs, and giggled a little.
“See – it can
be fun,” he said with a smile as he produced a second length of rope, and tied
my legs together below my knees, before he looked at me again.
“Is this the
first time you have been tied up?”
I nodded as
he stood up and walked behind me, saying “does it frighten you to be like
this.”
“It’s not as frightening
as the thought of you been able to do whatever you want to me,” I whispered in
real fear.
“Relax – just
tell me what you feel,” he whispered as I sensed rather than heard him kneel
behind me, and I closed my eyes. “I feel
– I feel strange, unable to move, unable to stop you,” I said as I felt his
hands on my shoulders.
“When you
were a young girl, did you used to dream of being a princess, held by an evil
aunt or mother or someone, waiting to be rescued?”
I nodded and
said “but all girls do at some point...”
“That is
true,” he said as I felt his hands go down my sides, “what I am doing here is
allowing you to be that princess, who yearns to be rescued by the handsome
young man...”
I nodded as I
realised he had said a truth, and as he started to caress me I wondered what he
was trying to do. When his hands stroked
over my chest, however, I jumped a little, pressing into the gloved palms by
accident, but feeling him hold them for a moment as he said “tell me how it
feels.”
“I don’t
know,” I whispered back, and then he pressed gently. Nobody had ever touched me like that, and it
made me feel a bit funny and light and strange.
“What are you
doing,” I said as he started to gently massage my chest, and I started to feel
shivers inside me. “Please, don’t hurt
me...”
“I’m not
going to hurt you,” he said quietly, “I’m going to show you what it means when
a man knows how to treat a woman, of whatever age, properly.”
The pressure of
his touches steadily increased, and I was surfside to hear a moan as his hands
worked on me. I was even more surprised
to realise it was me who was moaning, as he lifted my top up, exposing my bra
as I said “no...”
“Yes,” was
his reply as I felt his hands even more, and then he kissed my neck, his
fingers tracing over my nipples. I was
surprised at how firm they felt, how gentle his lips were, as he said “I’m
going to stop, but just for a moment.”
“Why,” was my
surprising response, but I soon learned why as he wrapped some rope around my
upper body, and pulled tight, forcing my arms against my back as he took the
rope above and below my chest, forcing my breasts out so much I was afraid my
bra would burst open.
So, when he
unfastened the clasp at the back, and pulled it down so that the top band of
rope pressed firmly on my naked flesh, the rubbing making me feel very light
headed, I wasn’t sure what to expect as I gasped and moaned, his gloved fingers
gently pinching at my nipples.
“What’s
happening to me,” I whimpered – yes, whimpered as he laid me back, putting a
cushion under my head, and then looked at me before he kissed my throat, then
my chest, moving his lips down until...
“Oh fuck....”
I gasped as he started to suck on my nipples, and I felt a surge run through
me, gasping as he kissed, sucked, licked, on one side and then the other. This was completely new to me, and I was
helpless to stop him from doing whatever the hell it was he was doing!
But whatever
it was, despite my fears, the feeling of pleasure that was overwhelming me was
fantastic! I groaned more as he
continued to cover my chest with kisses, before he looked at me.
“I need you
to be quiet – open your mouth for me.”
I nodded and
did as he asked, feeling the silk of the scarf that he folded and pushed into
my mouth, and then closing my lips over it as he kissed me there again. My gasps were muted moans, the scarf filling
my mouth and pressing my tongue down, but it still did not seem to quiet enough
for him.
I watched as
he took a wide roll of brown sticking
plaster, and tore a strip off, gently kissing my lips before he pressed it
down, sealing my mouth and covering a good bit of my face as well – and then as
well as kissing me, he felt under my skirt.
I had not realised at that point I was damp, but when I felt him
pressing the damp leggings against me I said something like “shshstttt.”
“Do not worry
- it is natural,” he said as I watched him unzip my skirt and pull it off my
legs, and then ease my leggings down, his finger running up the seam of my
panties before he put it in his mouth and sucked.
“Wonderful –
would you like me to continue?”
That should
have been the point where I shook my head, and tried to say no as clearly as
possible - but I nodded, so overwhelmed was I by what was happening. I felt him pull my panties down, and wriggled
round, wanting to know where his hand would go next.
I got my
answer as he rubbed me over my crotch, and I pushed up, looking at the dampness
on his glove as he held it to my nose, the sweet smell overpowering me. He then smiled and turned for a moment, lowering
his hand and kissing my belly as he used his hand on that place Mum had always
said was a special place, a place to be protected, a place to ....
“HSTTMRSFLLHFFFNNNN!!!”
The touch of his
lips there was enough to make me arch my back, as I was flooded with the
sensation. He kept kissing me there, the
dampness only increasing as somehow my body reacted to his, wanting him to
carry on and go further.
He didn’t –
not in that sense anyway – but he started to use his tongue there, and I could
feel him slowly edging it into my body, into a place I had never had anyone
feel, not even a doctor.
I’m telling
the truth – NOBODY HAD DONE THIS TO ME BEFORE!!! I guess that was why I was overwhelmed,
almost egging him on as this surge built within me, this desire to call out and
raise the roof if only my mouth wasn’t taped and stuffed.
That surge
just got stronger and stronger – and then it burst out as I screamed into the
cloth and tape, my eyes closed as I felt a rush of electivity through me, a wave
of pure pleasure that I had never ever known, anticipated, even suspected
existed.
All I know
is, he laid me down, looked at me and said “don’t move – Jo will keep you
company, while I look for your mother.”
I looked up to see her sleeping, before the euphoria started to ebb, and
I closed my eyes as well...
Mary Dean – The Daughter
Once I’d
finished what I needed to do at the bank, I drove back to the theatre – I can’t
have been more than twenty minutes behind Bobbi when I walked into the theatre.
“Hey – where
are you all,” I called out, but there wasn’t an answer. It was a warm day, so I was wearing a white
vest and a short floral green skirt, with sandals. A lot of people say I look like the reporter
Jenny Bond, with my long blonde hair, but right now I was just an actress
looking for the rest of my cast.
“Bobbi, where
are you,” I called out again, but there was no reply, so I made my way down to the
props room, opening the door and hoping to find some of the others inside.
Instead, what
I saw was Jill, almost naked and moaning as she wriggled on the chaise longue,
bound tightly with ropes and gagged.
“Oh my god,
Jill,” I said quietly, “what...”
“Hush,” a
voice said behind me as I felt a gloved hand press down on my mouth, “come with
me. Your daughter has already arrived,
but she is distracted, and now I need to show you something.”
“Bbeee? Whhfudntbbeee?”
“Relax – she
is happy,” the voice continued as I was pulled out of the room, and onto the
stage. The set was already set up like a
living room, but as I struggled, comfort was not the key thing on my mind.
“Kneel in
front of the chair,” the voice said, “and put your hands behind your back.”
He gently
pushed me down onto my knees, so gently it didn’t hurt at all, but then he
pulled my arms behind my back, and held my wrists together with one hand as he
grabbed something from a bag with another.
I caught a glimpse of silver, heard the unmistakable sound of tape
ripping, and then my wrists pressed together as he secured them, and then
covered my hands in what I discovered was silver tape.
How did I
find out? Because I saw him pass the
roll around my waist as he taped my wrists against my back, then used bands
above and below my chest to hold them in place against me. They framed my chest, the space between them visible
as the vest was stretched over them.
What was more, the ropes were rubbing in a way that was – well, I was
struggling not to enjoy the feelings...
“There – not
too uncomfortable I trust,” I heard him say as he made me sit down, and I saw
the smile on his face as he looked at me.
“Please – I
don’t know what you want, but please just let me go...”
“Hush – the
others are happy, and I want you to be happy too,” he said as he looked at me,
and then bent my left leg so that my ankle was pressed against the back of my
thigh. There was the ripping sound
again, and he taped my ankle to my leg, then passed another band around my leg
above and below my knee, so that it was held bent.
As he taped
my other leg, I looked at him, and said “did you do this to my daughter?”
“No,” he said
quietly, “I secured her with rope, and then helped her to relax. I have done with everyone here – and now it
is your turn.”
I looked into
his eyes, and then felt his hands and they – well, he started to grope me, but
that makes it sound dirty. It wasn’t –
not in that way. He was gentle, and kept
looking into my eyes as his hands caressed and squeezed my body.
I didn’t want
to accept, to allow him to do this, but somehow the way he looked at me, my
resistance started to melt away, and as my eyes slowly closed I began to moan,
pressing myself against his hands so
that he could hold them more firmly.
“Ah – I see
you are beginning to understand,” he said as he leaned over and kissed my
lips. “Now, open your mouth.”
“Why?”
I saw him
holding a sponge in his hand, and I understood – as I opened my mouth as wide
as I could, he pushed the sponge in, and then gently closed my lips before he
sealed them with the tape – several strips smoothed firmly down over them.
“Btehh
hhmmmnwwissseeeee,” I mumbled as he pressed more firmly on my chest, and then
pulled down the shoulder straps, before taking a pair of scissors and cutting
down the front of my vest, watching as his hands touched my flesh as he parted
not only the vest, but my bra as well.
I was
starting to feel warm, tingling, as he gently worked on me, my nipples
hardening, my breasts firming, my breath coming in short nasal gasps. Then he made me lean back, and eased my
panties down, his gloved finger working my damp clit as I closed my eyes and
moaned more.
“Allow me,”
he said as he folded the skirt back, and lowered his head – and I almost
shrieked as he began to lick me, to kiss me, to use his mouth where only my
husband had even began to touch with...
Look, by this
time I was totally out of it, as his tongue made me forget everything, only to
want him to continue to touch me where he was, again and again and again, using
his gentle kisses, and that tongue that seemed to know exactly where to look,
where to kiss me, and – oh shit, he found a sweet spot.
I shivered as
my body bucked, and he looked up. “You
taste divine,” he said as he licked me, and I felt him taking my juices into
his mouth, making me produce even more as he worked his tongue inside me, and I
screamed in pleasure and frustration.
Despite everything, I wanted him inside me so badly at that time – but
he didn’t. Instead, he kept using his
tongue and lips until I arched my back and let myself slip completely into an
ocean of pleasure.
When I
finally came down, he looked at me and smiled, before he disappeared for a
moment. When he returned, he had Bobbi
in his arms, the girl shivering as I saw a rope between her legs, and imagined
what it must be doing as it rubbed there.
He laid her out on the couch, and as she looked at me through misty eyes
she shook and called out a muted gasp as what was obviously not her first
orgasm shook over her.
“Now then,”
he said quietly, “you two relax until your director gets here...”
Beryl Stannard – the Director
This was my big
break – a production of My Mother Never Said I Should – and I was determined to
make sure it went without a hitch. The
cast were handpicked, we had rehearsed – all we needed was the final rehearsal,
and we would be ready to go.
That was all
that was in my mind as I pulled up at the stage door. I was wearing a grey top with a black trim
round the neck opening, a knee length skirt in black silk with some sort of
abstract floral print on it, yellow tights and short brown suede boots. A pendant, and my patent black thick glasses
were all that completed my outfit, as I locked the car and walked in.
“Hey – anyone
around,” I called out, expecting someone to at least come and offer me a cup of
coffee, but there was only silence.
Well, not
quite silence. I could hear something,
like a record behind a door, but that was it.
So I shrugged my shoulders, went to the auditorium, turned round – and
got the shock of my life.
Mary and
Bobbi Dean were on the set – but not in any way I had ever expected. Young Bobbi was lying on a couch, almost
stripped naked and bound tightly with ropes, while her mother was lying on the
floor, her legs bent at the knee and with two bands of tape round each one, her
arms taped to her chest, her top cut and pulled open. The mumbling was easy to understand now –
they both had strips of tape covering their mouths, and it looked as if
something was inside their mouths as well.
“OH shit,” I
said as I ran onto the stage, leaving my purse behind, and looked at them, “who
did this to you?”
“I did.”
I turned
suddenly to see a tall, broad shouldered man standing in the wings, his arms
folded as he leaned against the set and looked at me.
“Oh no,” I
said quietly, “not you. Not again.”
“Oh yes,” he
said as he walked forward, and I saw the gun in his hand, “when I visited you
before, you left your computer open.
Such a wonderful imagination you showed in that script – so, when I saw
you were directing this show, I... Well,
perhaps that is enough on that.”
I was shaking
– he had visited my apartment a year ago, robbed me, bound me and gagged me,
but that was all. I knew he had read my
laptop, but it was painfully clear to me now he had seen – that.
“What... What are you going to do to me?”
“Complete the
scene – very slowly, turn around and put your hands behind your back. We shall begin?”
“Where are
the others?”
“Smmssss,”
Bobbi mumbled, and with a sickening feeling I knew what had happened – even as
I felt rope pulling my wrists together behind my back, securing them tightly
together.
“I’m sorry,
I’m so so sorry..... That’s tight,” I whispered as I felt him pulling the rope
between me arms, just below my elbows, forcing my chest out as my shoulders
were pulled back.
“And are you
complaining,” he whispered into my ear as he tied the rope off, and then kissed
them both. My ears, not my elbows – but
he had read the script, he knew what I had written, and he knew I dare not
reply.
Turning me
round, he smiled as he removed my glasses, folding them and placing them to one
side as he whispered “How do you like my recreation?”
“What you’ve
done to them...”
“Is only what
you have dreamed of doing,” he said as he leaned over and started to kiss my
neck, his hands pressing into my bottom as the other two were forced to
watch. He massaged them slowly, making my
stifle the sigh as I felt his attentions.
“Now, turn
and watch them,” he said quietly, and as I turned I saw from the corner of my
eye the rope, which he started to use to bind my legs together below my knees,
his hands stroking my legs as he took the length between my limbs.
I suppressed
a shiver as he pushed my feet together, and then started to bind them with more
rope. Once they were secured, he held a
small sponge ball in his gloved hand in front of my mouth, and said “open wide
please.”
I nodded as I
let him push the sponge in, the material expanding, absorbing my saliva,
pressing my tongue down as I closed my lips over it, and he pressed several
strips of tape over this.
“Kneel,” he
said as he gently pushed down on my shoulders, and then left me kneeling in
front of the other two as he walked off.
He returned first with Jo, and then Maureen, leaving them so that all four
could look at me over their gags.
“Ladies,” he
said quietly, “your director had a fantasy of a woman who, one by one, captured
the members of a family and brought them to orgasm by herself, getting sexual
satisfaction from that.”
I blushed, my
cheeks almost as red as my hair, before he said “I delight in helping women
find pleasure, and today I hope I have helped you all to do that. The question is, shall I do the same for
her?”
The four of
them looked at each other, and then at me, as I mumbled “mssreeee...”
Then, one by
one, they nodded, watching as he pulled my jumper up, exposing my white bra,
and started to wrap rope around my body and arms, above and below my chest,
forcing it further out as he then wrapped the rope under my arms and around the
back of my neck, and then between my breasts in front.
As he tied
the rope off, I sighed at the touch of his lips on my back, and then his hands
on my chest, as he started to massage them, my body responding as the others
watched. All except Mary seemed to be pulling
on something as they watched, Mary rubbing her taped legs together instead, as
I closed my eyes and moaned softly, unable to stop him opening the clasp at the
front of my bra, and then using his fingers to excite me still further, the
gentle pressure on my nipples making me moan even more.
He took a
moment to unfasten my skirt, the material falling down to my knees, before he
made me lie down, his lips caressing my chest and then sucking gently on my
nipples as I arched my back. I could
hear the others moaning as well as his hand slipped between my legs, and drew
gently up, pressing on my slit as he did so, and he could feel the dampness
there.
He said
nothing, continuing to use his lips on my chest as he slipped his hand under my
tights, under my panties, and he used his finger on me, gently teasing at me as
he sucked and licked my chest.
The emotions
that were overwhelming me now defy description – I was sinking, losing myself,
and even if there was anything I could do about it, I really did not know if I
wanted to. I heard the others moaning as
well, but they were like a distant chorus, so intense was the feeling I was experiencing.
I was moaning
like crazy as I felt the juices starting to flow – which was the moment he
picked to pull down my panties and tights, and use his mouth and tongue on me,
lapping me up, teasing me still further as my legs parted as much as the ropes
would allow, and he used his tongue where his finger had...
I’m sorry –
this was the point when I lost control, and started to scream, to encourage him
as he found my sweet spots, pressing and licking like mad as I exploded in a
screaming frenzy, writhing and shaking as my body gave itself totally to him.
He didn’t
stop either, bringing me over again and again, and I could now hear the others
as whatever it was they were doing sent them over again as well. IT seemed to last forever, but eventually I
know he stopped – because he tied a rope between my legs, pulling it up tightly
as it went between my petals, and then tied it off before he tied my ankles to
my back.
As I looked
up, he walked quietly away, returning first with Maxie, and then with Jill, the
two women groaning as he left them with the five of us.
“It has been
a pleasure ladies,” he said as he walked off the stage, leaving us looking at
each other, wondering who had the strength – and the will – to try to get free
first...
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