The Disabling Demons
Case 1
I love old
black and white movies – there’s something about the way they are shot that is
so romantic, so the afternoon those two visited it was as if I was Rosalind
Russel or someone in an Ealing crime comedy…
I was working
at home, and had finished for the day, so I had just put on The Lavender Hill Mob
to watch. As I had no business meetings,
I was wearing an old light brown blouse with a patterned skirt, dark leggings
and knee length black leather boots. I
had brought a drink and some snacks through from the kitchen, and was about to
move myself into my favourite reclining chair when I heard the footsteps, and
saw them standing in the doorway.
It was a man,
and a woman – both wearing denim jackets and jeans, with jumpers underneath,
but while the woman was carrying a holdall the man had a gun in his hand – a
gun he pointed at me as he told me to just sit still and not panic, then
everything would be all right.
Well, I was too
surprised to do anything except look at them, as they came into my front room,
the woman putting the bag in a chair and then going to close the curtains,
while the man stood next to me and smiled.
He said, in a calm, quiet voice, that if I told them where my valuables
were, then the only thing they would do to me as make sure I could not raise
the alarm – and they would make sure I could see the film which had started as
well.
And that was
why, as Alec Guinness met Stanley Holloway, I was watching as the woman took a
roll of silver tape from the bag and started to tape my wrists together, hands
palm to palm, and then taking the tape down so that it covered my hands. She then taped my arms to my sides as I sat
in my wheelchair, making a band above and below my chest as my arms were forced
into place.
I knew I had no
way of stopping them, and no desire to clear a mess up, so I told him where my
jewellery boxes were as the woman put my ankles together and secured them with
tape. I mean, I was going nowhere
anyway, but at least they treated me as they probably did any other person they
decided to rob or burgle or whatever.
She then taped
my legs together below and above my ness, the silver bands over my leather
boots and my leggings, before they looked at each other, and then lifted me out
of my wheelchair, placing me in my recliner and then moving it so that I was in
a more – relaxed position. That was when
he told me to open my mouth, and he put a folded cloth in, before I closed my
lips and she covered them with strips of the silver tape.
He then went to
the room where my jewellery was, while she sat and watched me getting as
comfortable as I could, and then watching the film as the plot to rob the bank
played out. It was the strangest of
feelings – watching a film about a robbery when you are been robbed at the same
time – but I felt safe if you can believe that.
Unable to move without the bands of tape crinkling, or my boots
squeaking, and unable to talk with the tape pulling on the skin around my mouth
as it covered my lips.
But yes – safe.
I watched as
the man came back and they left me watching the robbery and the getaway – it
was another two hours before my husband got home and found me…
Case 2
How did we
truly find out how we felt about each other?
I guess we should really thank that couple who broke into my house that
afternoon…
It was an
August weekend, and Carol and I had been to the park for some fresh air. We’d known each other since school, and Carol
had been a great help to me after the accident left me in the chair. I remember I was wearing a sleeveless sixties
pinafore dress with a floral print on the
fabric, as well as brown boots, while Carol had a denim jacket over a brown and
white minidress with a black collar, and dark brown cowboy boots.
Anyway, we went
back to my flat, the wind blowing through her long blonde hair and my long
brown hair as we talked about some mutual friends, and then she waited as I
opened the door and we went in. I
wheeled myself into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee while Carol went into
the front room, and that was when she fell silent.
Not that I noticed,
as I put the cafetiere, two cups, milk and sugar with two spoons on a tray,
balanced it on my lap, and then wheeled into the front room – to see Carol was
not alone. There were two other people
in there, a man and a woman – and I did not know them. What I did know is they were both wearing polo
shirts and training pants, as well as gloves – and the woman was pointing a gun
at Carol, while the man was tying her wrists together behind her back. Her denim jacket was over the back of the
couch, and I could see the lengths of rope in a bag in the couch itself.
The woman
turned to me and smiled, and told me not to move as her – I assume, her partner
– pulled the ropes and tied them off, and then wrapped a longer length around
Carol’s body, forcing her arms into her sides as the woman put the gun down,
and lifted the tray off my lap, placing it on the table – and then taking a
length of rope from the bag as she told me to put my hands behind my own back.
Carol just
nodded and watched as I did as I had been told to, and felt the rope on my
wrists as she started to bind them tightly together. The rope was soft, but strong, as I felt it
on my skin while she tied it round and between my arms, and then secured the
ends out of reach of my fingers. She
then took a longer length, and like Carol I felt the rope pulling my arms into
my sides while I looked at her.
The rope has
stretched the material of her dress over her chest as she tried to wriggle
round, and I could see the blush in her cheeks – it was actually a nice thing
to see.
The woman then
turned me in my chair and pushed into my bedroom, the man picking up the bag
and following with Carol. As we went in,
he put the bag down and told Carol to sit on the bed, while the woman took more
rope from the bag and started to tie my ankles together. I told her I could not move my legs, but she
looked at me, smiled and said she thought I should be the same as Carol for the
next few hours.
There was
something strangely comforting about that as I watched her tie my legs together
as well below my knees, while the man obviously did the same to Carol, and then
took a pair of tights from my drawer. He
folded the main part, and put that into her mouth, before he tied the legs
round her head so that they formed a thin brown band, pulling the corners of
her mouth back slightly – and then he made her lie on her side, as he pulled
her ankles back and tied them to something behind her back.
I found out
what it might have bene a few minutes later, as he produced a second pair of
tights, these ones white, and used them to gag me before they lifted me onto
the bed and lay me so that I was looking at her. I was aware of him pulling my own ankles
back, and then an increase in the tightness of the ropes around my arms as he
did something to me – I later found out he had tied my ankles to my chest
ropes, but hey, no feeling down there…
I could only
watch as they started to search my room, as I felt the nylon wad in my mouth
soak up my saliva and press down on my tongue, the corners of my own mouth pulled
back slightly – and then I saw the way Carol was looking at me as she wriggled
round, the ropes framing her breasts, and I could not stop looking at her as
she smiled…
Eventually, the
two of them left, and we were lying there, unable to get off the bed and kept
quiet – and then Carol began to shuffle over to me as I looked at her, her eyes
sparkling and shining – and then I felt her lips on mine as she kissed me, and
it felt so right, so normal, so much the thing I wanted more than anything…
Oh we got free
eventually – I managed to get the gag out of Carol’s mouth, and she shouted
until someone from across the hallway came in – but it took a while to get that
nylon out, and we had a lot of fun doing it.
We still do have a lot of fun…
Case 3
I love my mum,
and I would do anything for her, but it can get a bit boring looking after her
sometimes – and I get the feeling she gets bored as well. So when the intruders surprised us, we both
got a little excited about what happened, even as we had to look after each
other…
It was later in
the afternoon on a school day, and I had come home to find Mum working at the
kitchen table in her chair. She was
wearing a brown and gold long sleeved top with a round pattern on it, and dark
blue jeans with the legs tucked into a pair of knee length burgundy leather
boots. She looked at me and smiled
before she asked if ‘I had had a good day at school – I said I had, and then
went upstairs to get changed while Mum cooked my tea.
I got out of
uniform and put on a black jumper, rolling back the sleeves to my elbows, as
well as a short black skirt, but I kept on my black tights, and then went back
to the kitchen – only Mum wasn’t the only person in there.
There was a man
and a woman, both a bit older, and wearing dark jackets. He had a white shirt and pants, she had a
white blouse and a knee length skirt – but she also was kneeling down, wrapping
rope around my mother’s crossed ankles and forcing them together, while he was
doing the sane to her wrists in front of her.
And then all
three looked at me. I saw the look of
fear in Mum’s face, as the man finished tying her wrists together, and then the
woman stood up. “Take her into the front
room, make her comfortable – I’ll bring Mummy through when we’ve had a chat,”
he said – but I didn’t want to do that, so I ran over, put my arms round Mum as
I stood behind her, and said I was going to stay with her, protect her.
She looked at
me, and said I should do as they said, but I shook my head and said I was staying
with her. The two strangers looked at
each other, and then the woman took some rope from the bag that was on the
table, and started to tie my wrists together in front of Mum. At the same time, the man took some rope and
knelt behind me, and I felt him wrap it round my ankles and start to tie them
together as well.
Mum looked up
at me, and said I was very brave as I felt the rope on my skin. I smiled back, and said I was never going to
see her hurt as the woman tied the rope between my arms, secured that, and then
tied them to Mum’s wrists as well, while the man started to tie my legs
together at my knees as well. I knew I
was going nowhere, but I also knew we would be together.
He then stood
up as I tried to move. It was tight, but
it didn’t hurt, and I was hugging Mum – that hug becoming very special as they used
a much longer length of rope to tie the wo of us together, the rope going round
my waist and under Mum’s chest as well as the chair back so that we really
could not move apart.
The woman
stroked my hair back, and said I was very brave, before she pressed a long
strip of white tape over my mouth, before she asked Mum where she kept her
jewels. When she told her, she also got
some tape over her mouth, before she stayed in the kitchen while we both heard
the man going upstairs. When he came
back down, they turned the radio on, and then left us there until Dad got home…
Case 4
I man the front
of desk at an insurance brokers, and we sometimes do have large amounts of cash
in the building – which explains why I arrived early one day and let myself in,
and then found I wasn’t alone.
I got myself
out of my car into my chair, and put my handbag on my lap as I rolled over to
the main door. That particular day, I
was wearing a purple jersey dress with capped sleeves and a cowl neck, dark
tights and black knee length leather pirate style boots.
Anyway – I got
to the door, keyed in the code and opened it – and then was surprised to find
myself pushed in as the door was closed behind me. Looking round, I saw a man and a woman, wearing
blue boiler suits and balaclava masks, the man telling me to be quiet as I was
taken into the main office.
Naturally, I
asked what was going on, and to my surprise they told me – they intended to
empty the safe, and they had to stop me raising the alarm. Full marks for honesty there, as the woman
opened a canvas bag and took out a wide roll of silver duct tape, and then told
me to put my arms behind the chair back.
I had no choice,
did I – but as I did this, she knelt behind me, crossed my wrists, and used the
tape to secure them tightly together. As
she did this, the man looked at me, smiled, and asked me for the combination to
the safe. My question in my head
actually was, how the hell did they know I was one of the only three people to
know that?
But, as I said,
I wasn’t exactly in a position to argue, so I gave him the code as the woman
wrapped more tape round my chest and the chair back. Yeah, my dress was going to be ruined, but at
least I could replace that – and the boots as she then knelt down in front of
me, and taped my ankles together.
I asked them
where they thought I was going to go given I was in a wheelchair, and the woman
actually gave a reasoned reply – she said they were treating me no differently
from anyone else, so was I complaining about that? She had me on that one, as she then taped my legs
together below my knees while her friend opened the safe and started to empty
the contents into the canvas bag.
She then told me
to put my lips together, and she covered them with strips of the tape, leaving
it very difficult for me to say anything else as they both left the
office. I tried to twist my hands free,
but they were too well secured – and I could not wheel myself over to the desk
to make an emergency call. I was stuck
there until one of my colleagues came in…
Case 5
“I’m off for my
coffee break!”
That’s the euphemism
we use for a coy cigarette break outside the building, as I put my scarf round
my neck and left my desk, heading for the lift.
We have a casual dress code, and I was wearing a dark cardigan over a
lace white top, ripped jeans and loose grey leather boots. My scarf was a long, thin pink woollen one
with a grey tartan pattern, and hung loosely round my neck and down in front of
me.
Our office is
in a block, on the twelfth floor – which is okay for me, the wheelchair means I
get first dibs on the lift as well as some other privileges, like knowing the toilet
should be free when I need it. But right
then, what I wanted more than anything was a cigarette – and I was going to
wheel myself out to the shelter when I heard a noise as I passed the coffee
shop on the ground floor.
Two things
caught my attention – first, the shop was closed in the middle of the morning,
with a sign on the door saying they would open later, due to a staffing
issue. But I had seen Geri, the owner,
go in when I arrived. The second thing
was that the door was only partially closed, and I thought what I heard was
Geri saying “no…”
I should have
called a security guard, I know – but my curiosity got the better of me, so I
pushed the door open, wheeled myself in, and called out “hello? Geri?”
Everything went silent – and then this woman appeared, wearing a white
t-shirt and jeans with ankle boots. She
looked at me, then walked past me and closed the door, locking it before she
said “come with me” and pushed me into the back room.
And that was
where I found Geri, sitting on the floor with a man wearing a black polo shirt
and dark jeans standing over her. I saw
why she hadn’t said much – the rolled up tea towel that had bene pulled between
her lips and tied round her head took care of that. She was wearing a grey polo shirt and cargo
pants – but her wrists and ankles were tied together with twine as she sat
against the wall.
“Open your
mouth.”
“Why should I
hphnnmmhffhhnhh” I said, opening my mouth of curse before the woman actually
took my scarf and pulled it between my lips!
I could taste the wool on my tongue as she tied it tightly round my
head, and then closed my lips over it as the man walked over and lifted me out of
my chair, sitting my next to Geri before the woman held my hands together in
front of me, and he used a ball of twine to tie them together as well.
They then let
me bound wrists drop in front of me, before he played the twine out and bound
my ankles as well, wrapping them in a criss-cross fashion as Geri looked at me
and said “Hmshrreee…”
“Nhtuhrfhlt” I
mumbled back as I felt the scarf soak up all the saliva in my mouth, while the
man and woman picked up a money bag, and made their way out. I tried to get my wrists free, but it was no
use – and with a pair of useless legs, I could not even bend them to get my
hands up to my mouth.
We both had to
sit there until the security team actually came in, asking why they had no
coffee…
Case 6
The driver
stopped outside the front door of my house, saying he would only be a moment as
he went and fetched the wheelchair from the boot, and then set it up before he
opened the door and waited as I manoeuvred myself into it. As the Lady Mayoress, I had just been at a
ceremony to open a new school extension, and was wearing a dark jacket and
skirt with a white blouse underneath, and black high heels.
Once I was in
position, I thanked the driver, and made my way back into my nice little
cottage – just the place I wanted to have to myself, ever since the accident
and the death of my husband.
Truthfully, ~I
just wanted to have a rest – and I was so BORED! So he drove off, I let myself in – and found
myself facing two intruders. A man and a
woman, both very smartly dressed in suite, the man wearing a white shirt and
dark tie, the woman a white blouse – but she had a gun, and he was smiling as
he welcomed me home, and told me not to raise the alarm.
I knew what
they wanted – well, I could guess, given I have a very well publicised
collection of coins, and when ~I asked if that was what they wanted they both
nodded. Well, I had to disappoint them –
I told them they were stored at the bank.
They both seemed to take that well, and the man said they would still
take what valuables they could find – and then I had an idea of how to spend
the afternoon. I asked them if they were
going to stop me raising the alarm, and when they both nodded I asked if they
would allow me to change first, and then they could leave me in my bedroom.
The woman
nodded as she said she would come with me, and she took the bag as I wheeled
myself into my bedroom, and slipped my jacket off, leaving it on the back of
the wheelchair and asking if she would help be getting a top from my
wardrobe. She took out a long sleeved
blue one, with a round neck and elastic cuffs, and watched as I took my blouse
off and then pulled it down over my head.
She then
assisted me by kneeling down and taking my shoes off my feet, as I unzipped my skirt
and pushed it town me and onto the floor.
I asked her then to get a pair of jeans out and slip them up over my
legs – which she did, allowing me to pull them all the way up and fasten them.
She then asked
me if I wanted anything over my ankles – as she was going to use rope to bind
them, even if I was disabled. Well, I
asked her to help me put on a pair of knee length brown leather riding boots,
which she did, making sure the legs were tucked into the boots.
Well, at least
I had a chance to change, as I wheeled myself over to my bad and then sat on
it, asking what she was going to do. She
asked me if I had ever been tied up before – and I had to admit, my late
husband and I had played a few, shall we say games? She smiled at that, and then said if I
wanted, she would make sure I was – and she actually apologised for saying this
– truly immobile.
Well, I really
had no choice, did I? She started by
taking my hands behind my back, and some rope form the bag, and tying my wrists
tightly together, making sure she took the rope around and between my limbs to
do so. I admit, that was exciting me a
little, as she tied the off, and then wrapped more rope around my arms and
upper body, above and below my chest, so that they were fixed firmly in place.
She then asked
if I had any feeling below my waist. I
said no, but if she was asking what I thought she was asking, I could still get
excited. So she tied some rope round my
waist, and then helped me to lie on my stomach, before she pulled the rope up
between my legs and tied the ends to my wrists.
I looked back as
she crossed my ankles and tied them tightly together, and then tied my legs
together below my knees, before she pulled my ankles back and tied them to my
chest ropes – just as her partner came into the room. I rolled over onto my side and answered his
questions about where my jewellery was.
The woman then went to a drawer, and drew out a clean pair of my silk
panties, folding them as she came back and told me to open my mouth wide.
I could taste
the detergent as she pushed them in, and then when I closed my lips she took a
roll of brown sticking plaster, tore off a long, wide strip, and pressed it
down firmly over my mouth as I lay there, watching them take my valuables. The man said they would call for help
eventually, turned on my radio, and then left me there.
Personally, I
waited until I heard the front door open and close, and then slowly moved my
wrists back and forth, moving the rope that went between my legs and pressed
down on me there. I may have useless
legs, but I still had some feeling there…
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