That was Then, This is Now 4
“I really
cannot believe it has been that long,” Lorraine said as she sat at the
restaurant table with Beth, “Forty years?”
“It is – forty
years since those days in the flat in Tooting,” the blonde haired Beth said
with a smile. “Seems like a lifetime
ago, doesn’t it?”
“It has been
for me,” Lorraine said as she sipped her wine.
“Married, two grown kids, divorced…”
The redhead was wearing a white top, with black trim and a red and black
floral print, coupled with a short black skirt and black knee length
boots. Her eyes twinkled behind a pair
of brown rimmed glasses as she looked over.
“Well I’ve been
a widow for five years now, but I’m still having fun,” Beth said with a
laugh. Her black dress buttoned up the
front, with lace sleeves and black and white panels on her skirt, her legs in
black hose and stilettos. “I’m glad you
could come and meet me however.”
“Well, I’ll
confess – it does get a bit lonely at home,” Lorraine said as she put her glass
down. “It does remind me of those good
old days though.”
“All the
scrapes we got into?”
Lorraine sat
back and laughed. “Oh yeah – all of
them. I was looking through some of my
old albums the other day – actually, do you need to rush off?”
“No – why?”
“Want to come
back to my place for a nightcap? I can
show you one or two of them.”
Beth sat back
for a moment, and said “why not? Let me
get the bill.”
“Oh come on, I
can…”
“No – my
treat. Then we can head round.”
“Well, if you
insist…”
“Well, at least
you came out of the divorce well if you can live here,” Beth said as they
walked down the Bayswater Road.
“I can’t
complain – especially with the girls married and in their own homes now,”
Lorraine said as she opened the door to her flat block.
“Agnes
McAdam? She lives here?”
“Indeed – a
floor above me,” Lorraine said as she closed the door, and they walked up a
flight of steps. Beth watched as she found the second key, and then unlocked
the door to her flat, saying “I have a twenty year old brandy if that interests
you?”
“Well now,”
Beth said as she followed Lorraine into the main room, “that does sound like…”
“Ah – my
apologies ladies, but will you please stay quite still, your hands in the air?”
Beth and
Lorraine stared at the young man standing in the front room. He was tall, thin, wearing a fitted black
leather jacket, trousers, shoes, gloves – and a balaclava over his head, as
well as holding a gun in his right hand which he was pointing at them.
“Ah,” Lorraine
said quietly as she raised her hands, “I may have to delay that drink Beth.”
“Thank you,”
the intruder said as he watched Beth raise her hands. “Kindly put your purses on the table, and
then kneel on the floor, in front of the Chesterfield sofa, heads down on the
cushions and hands behind your back.”
“Well, as you
asked so nicely,” Beth said quietly as they both placed their purses on the
telephone table, walked in and knelt down, Lorraine looking to the side as he
took two lengths of cord from a black bag, and knelt behind her, crossing her
wrists and beginning to bind them together.
“You know what
I’m thinking of now,” Beth said quietly as she watched.
“Tooting?”
“Tooting…”
“This is JY in the afternoon – and next
up we have Sweet…”
Lorraine looked at herself in the large
mirror in her room, and smiled as she patted her reddish brown hair, held in
place by the hairspray. She was wearing
a tight floral print blouse, unbuttoned but with the front tied just under her
impressive chest, like a cheesecloth blouse.
Her brown miniskirt barely came to the tops of her black stockings, while
the white go-go boots hugged her lower legs, the straps buckled at the top.
“Hey Lorri – you about done in there?”
“Coming out now,” she called back as she
left her bedroom and walked into the front room, where her flatmate Beth was
sitting on a leather couch. Beth was
wearing a grey waistcoat style top and a checked mini skirt, again with dark
stocking and knee length white go-go boots.
Her own blonde hair was also brushed up and back, with a can of
hairspray over it.
“Well, the guys at the club can’t
complain about the way we look now,” Beth said as she stood up. “Let’s go and make some honest barmaid
money.”
“To supplement our humdrum grants?”
“But of course,” Beth said as she opened
the door – and then stepped back inside as Lorraine saw a young man follow her
in. He was wearing a blue boiler suit,
but had a stocking pulled down over his head, and a shotgun, the barrel sawn
off at the butt, in his gloved hands.
“Sorry girls,” he said as two more men
followed him in, closing the door behind them, “you’re going nowhere except
back into that room.”
“What the hell…”
“Language,” the man said as they were
walked back, “now get those hands where we can see them.”
“I think they mean business Lorri,” Beth
said quietly as they both raised their hands, one of the other two men dropping
a canvas bag on the floor and opening it up before he took a length of rope
out. Standing behind Beth, he pulled her
hands down behind her back, and used the rope to secure her wrists together as
she bit her lip.
“We have some business to conduct
downstairs,” the man said as Beth felt the rope bite into her bare wrists, “so
you two need to be kept out of the way while we are about it.”
“Oh god,” Lorraine whispered as the
masked man fetched another length of rope, and then pulled her wrists behind
her back, feeling the rough cords rub on her wrists as they were forced
together.
Beth was twisting round, but stopped as
she was smacked on her bottom. “Stop
struggling lady,” the armed man said, “it will be easier on you if you do.”
“Please, Beth,” Lorraine said as she
felt the man tie the rope off, “we don’t have a choice, do we?”
“I guess not,” Beth said as the man went
back to the bag, and returned with a much longer length of rope. Doubling it over, he wrapped it around
Lorraine’s arms and body, pulling it tight under her chest as her arms were
forced into her sides, and then taking it around her, making two bands above
and below her chest as he did so. She
glanced at Beth, who was looking at her, and then looked at the way her blouse
was been stretched as the ropes were tied off.
Beth then felt the rope around her own
body, and could see the buttons on her vest top staining slightly as her arms
were secured to her sides as well.
“And how are you going to stop us
calling for help,” she asked as her chest ropes were tied off.”
“Distraction and muffling.”
Lorraine looked at him, and said “what
on earth do yuoohhmhhnhhmmmm.” Her silence was caused by a folded cloth
which had been pushed into her mouth, and then by the brown sticking plaster
which was pressed firmly over her lips.
“That’s the muffling,” the armed man
said as Beth clamped her mouth shut – and then opened it wide as her left
breast was squeezed by a gloved hand, before she was soon as quiet as Lorraine.
“And now for the distraction.”
Beth watched as a length of rope was
tied round her waist, the ends allowed to drop to the floor in front of her,
before a gloved hand went between her legs and they were pulled through, hiking
her skirt as they pressed on her panties, rubbing on her as the ends were
secured to her chest ropes.
“Hmmfhknnghd,”
she mumbled as Lorraine watched, her eyes wide at first with shock, and then as
the ropes were tied between her own legs with surprise.
“Into the bedroom – both of you.”
He waved the gun as Beth and Lorraine
looked at each other, and then started to walk – shirt steps as the rope rubbed
more on them with each one, and they tried not to react to the new sensations
that were running through them. The
tight rope seemed to push their panties up more with each step – and with each
step they could feel more of the dampness that had started to appear…
As they went into Beth’s room, the man
said “both of you, lie face down on the bed.”
They complied, looking at each other as they felt the two other armed
intruders cross and bind their ankles tightly together, the rope rubbing on the
leather as the boots squeaked when they moved together. They then felt more rope around their legs as
they were secured below their knees, the hand stroking their legs as the cords
were taken around and between their limbs.
“Swhwhwhphhnsnhnw,”
Lorraine whispered as she was rolled onto her side, and her ankles were pulled
back behind her – and then she screamed out as they were secured to the rope
between her legs.
Beth rolled over to face her, and then
her eyes opened wide as her ankles were secured in the same way. They both lay there, wondering what would
happen if they moved, as the armed man said “you can both stay there – I’m sure
you’ll find a way to pass the time”. The
three walked out, the key to Beth’s door been taken out as they heard the door
lock on the other side.
Beth tried to wriggle round, but then
Lorraine heard the gaps and sigh as the rope moved between her flatmate’s
legs. “Dhnntnt,”
she said as she too moved – and then gasped as the rope rubbed on her as well.
“Whtrhhwwghnndh?”
Lorraine looked at Beth, and then said “Whchnpssththtmmm.”
“Ndhhww – hhhhh.”
Beth watched as Lorraine started to move
her feet back and forth, her eyes closed as the rope moved, and she started to
moan. Nodding, Beth started to do the
same as she felt the dampness, felt a fire starting to grow within her, as she
wriggled round.
As she moved, the buttons on her vest came
undone, and she gasped again as the rope on her chest rubbed on her bare
flesh. Looking over, she could see
Lorraine’s blouse had come undone, her chest now framed in the ropes. Slowly, she leaned over, Lorraine opening her
eyes as she felt Beth’s taped lips on her chest. It made her wriggle more, made the ropes rub
so deliciously more…
Beth looked at her as Lorraine nodded
and then nuzzled her own chest, both of them losing themselves in the growing
distraction…
Beth grunted as
the masked man pulled the rope tight around her, making her dress stretch over
her chest as he passed it around her above and below her chest.
“Yeah – just like
then,” Lorraine said as she wriggled round.
He had already secured her arms and upper body, two bands framing her
chest, and then the rope had been taken under one arm, up and around the back of
her neck, and then under the other arm so that her breasts had been forced up
and out. As she glanced down, she saw
her dress had started to open at the front – and then, as she looked over, she
saw that Beth’s dress had also started to open up as the rope pulled the lower
band up.
“I do regret
the necessity of this ladies,” the young man said, “but I do need to get away.”
“At least you
are not robbing the pawn shop downstairs,” Beth said as he tied the ropes off.
“I beg your
pardon?”
“Something that
happened a lifetime ago,” Lorraine said as he helped them both to stand up, and
then to sit on the Chesterfield.
“I see – please
both of you, cross your ankles and put your feet on the coffee table. It will only be for a few minutes.”
“Well,” Beth
said as she looked at Lorraine, “here we are again.”
“Yeah – how long
was it last time?”
“About four
hours before the boss came round to see why we had not turned up,” Beth said as
she watched the way he bound her ankles together, “do you remember how you
felt?”
“Exhausted and
elated we had finally been discovered?”
“That – that’s
not what I meant,” Beth said as she looked at Lorraine. The redhead looked at Beth’s legs as the
white rope went round and between her ankles, and then around and between her legs
below her knees, and nodded.
“I know that’s
not what you want,” she said quietly, “and yes, I did feel something else…”
“So did I,”
Beth said quietly as he tied the binding off, and then helped her to lower her
legs to the floor, the bands tightening on her as he did so. “Have you ever since…”
“No,” Lorraine
said quietly as she felt her own ankles been tied together, “I met Tony soon
after, and – well…” She looked at Beth,
as the first couple of buttons came undone under the strain of the ropes, and
said “you?”
“Once or twice
– quietly, discretely,” Beth said with a smile.
She watched as he bound Lorraine’s ankles and legs, and then lowered her
feet to the ground again. “Can I say
something- and I hope you don’t find this offensive?”
“What,”
Lorraine said as she wriggled round, and looked over.
“I never forgot
that day, and how you looked – and seeing you like this now, well…”
“Beth?”
“Lorraine – I
find you incredibly attractive and enticing like that. You look – sexy.”
Lorraine
blushed as she said “well – you don’t look too bad in those ropes either. I could almost kiss you now.”
“What’s
stopping you?”
“Ladies,” the
man said as he looked at them. “Time to
keep you both quiet.”
“One moment
please young man,” Beth said as she looked at Lorraine. “Well?”
Lorraine looked
at Beth, and then tilted her head to one side, Beth going in the other
direction as they kissed, a long, slow, passionate kiss.
“That – was
nice,” Lorraine said as they parted, “I’d like to do that again.”
“So would I –
in some way.”
“If you would
both open your mouths?”
As Lorraine
felt the compressed sponge ball expand in her mouth, she closed her lips and
looked at Beth, wriggling round as her top fell more open. Beth smiled back and nodded as a second
sponge ball was pushed into her mouth, and then she felt the white tape pulling
at the skin round her mouth as he pressed it firmly onto her skin.
Lorraine felt
the same tug as the tape was pressed over her mouth, and then she turned and
looked at Beth. She slid over, and
pressed her taped lips on the side of her friend’s neck, Beth moaning as she
twisted round, and then they gag kissed, the young intruder watching and
smiling before he returned to his search…
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