Collect From Home
As she sat in her comfortable armchair, reading the
paper, Hazel was looking forward to a nice, quiet, peaceful day. Her vacation week was only just starting, and
as soon as her sister Flora arrived, then a shopping trip to the mall beckoned
for both of them.
She was all ready to go as well – her long silver
blonde hair fell over the shoulders of
her cap sleeved grey blouse, the top buttons open to reveal the edge of her
white bra, while her legs were encased in brown hose, and a pair of tight over
the knee dark brown suede boots. Her
attire was completed by the brown suede mini skirt she was wearing.
“There is absolutely nothing in this news,” Hazel
finally said to herself as she threw the paper to the side, and stood up,
looking out of the window. “Come on
Flora, I need something to make this day fun,” she whispered to herself before
she turned and walked to the kitchen.
“Perhaps some coffee will make this day go better,” she said to herself
as she picked up the kettle, filled it with water and switched it on.
“Let’s see, let’s see – ah there it is,” she said as
she searched in the lower cabinets, and took out the cafetiere. As the kettle came to the boil, she warmed
the glass jar, then scooped some ground coffee in and added the hot water. Stirring it round, she put the plunger into
place, smiled, and turned round to get a mug.
“What the…”
“Hello – now, no screaming or calling for help
please,” the man standing in front of her said, “finish making your coffee –
and pour a cup for both of us as well…”
Getting down from the bus, Flora looked round and
then adjusted the strap of her shoulder bag.
The black leather collarless jacket she was wearing kept some of the early
spring chill off her arms, as she made her way along the high street, and turned
towards her sister’s home.
The brunette was wearing under her jacket a purple
dress, with elbow length sleeves and a deep v-shaped front, a satin belt tied
loosely round her waist. Her legs were
protected in a pair of sheer black leggings, a pair of knee length black
leather boots on her lower legs.
She had a definite plan in mind for the day – drive
to the mall, grab some lunch, then visit the dress shops so she could find
something to wear to the upcoming happy event.
An event she was looking forward very much to attending.
She soon arrived at the front door of Hazel’s house
and let herself in, smiling as she hung up her coat and called out “Hey – you
in the front room?”
“Yeah – can you come in a minute?”
“I hope you’re ready to go, because…” Flora stopped and stared as she saw her
sister sitting in a chair, her wrists crossed and tied tightly together in
front of her with rope, and then tied down to a second length of rope which was
securing her legs together below her knees.
“Hello,” a male voice said behind Flora as she
stared at her sister, “do as you’re told, you and your sister will be just
fine. Very slowly, put your hands behind
your back.”
“What’s going on,” Flora said quietly as she moved
her hands behind her back, and she felt someone cross them before the rope was
pulled tightly around them.
“I don’t know,” Hazel said as she twisted her
wrists round, “they surprised me an hour ago, tied me, and I’ve been sat here
ever since.”
“They?”
Flora looked over her shoulder and saw the man standing there, smartly
dressed, short hair, and dark glasses covering his eyes as he wrapped the rope
around and between her wrists. “Who else
is here?”
“Ah – your charming sister, I take it?”
Flora looked to the door that led to the dining
room, to see a second smartly dressed man standing there, sipping coffee from a
cup as he looked over. “Secure her arms,
please.”
“Look, if this is a robbery, I understand why you
are tying me up,” Hazel said, “but just tell us why?”
Flora grunted as rope was passed round her body,
pulling her arms to her sides as the band sat under her chest, and then it was
wrapped above her chest, the bands pressing on and forcing her breasts out as
it was tightened and added to. At the
same time, the second man picked up a coil of rope and walked behind Hazel,
wrapping it round her upper arms and body as they were forced into her own
body.
“That hurts,” she whispered as the ropes were
pulled tighter and tighter, and then she heard Flora moan as her ropes were
secured behind her back, and then tightened with two short lengths of rope
between her arms and body. She then
grunted as the same thing was done to her, while Flora was walked over to the
chair opposite her and made to sit down.
“We’re going to be here a while longer,” the man
with Flora said as he knelt down, crossed her ankles and started to bind them
tightly together. As she heard the
squeak of leather on her legs as they rubbed together, she said “Okay – not
going to the mall, are we?”
“I’m afraid not,” the man said as he tied Hazel’s
ankles together, the rope sinking into the soft brown suede. “I also apologise for the fact you are going
to be restrained, but it is necessary.”
“Why?”
“It is,” the second man said as he pulled the rope
tight between Flora’s legs, forcing them together as well before he ran another
length of rope between her legs, and then tied the other end to the rope around
her chest. “It is also going to be
necessary to silence you.”
“Silence – oh god no,” Flora said as she struggled,
“I promise you, I’ll be quiet, you don’t have to dthhsssmmmhhmm.” The sudden change in tone was instigated by
the silk knot the man pushed into her mouth, before he tied the rest of the
scarf tightly round her head, trapping her brown hair as he did so.
Hazel was equally unable to respond, as she felt
the knot in her own gag pushing her tongue down, filling her mouth as the red
scarf was tied tightly round her own head.
She could feel the knot getting heavier as it started to soak up the
saliva, looking at Flora as the knot in her mouth started to slowly turn from
white to dark grey.
She tried moving her wrists again, grunting as the
ropes rubbed on her bare wrists, and her legs moved up and down in response to
the twisting. The ropes also were
rubbing on her chest, which was infuriating her as well.
Flora was sat still, too afraid to move – it was
bad enough with the pressure on her arms and chest, but if she moved, it got
worse – and she did not want to feel any worse than it already did. She glanced over at her sister, who nodded
slightly as the two men stood watching them, not saying a word.
It was several hours later that the men looked at
each other, and then one quickly closed the door to the room they were on, the
other standing in front of both Hazel and Flora and putting a gloved finger to
his lips. The two women looked at each
other as they heard a younger female voice say “I’ll be in my room” and then
footsteps on the stairs.
“Stay with them,” one of the men said as he picked
up a holdall and walked out of the room, the second man smiling as he stood
there…
Slowly, quietly, he walked up the staircase and
looked in the bedroom, where a tall, thin woman was standing, her long dark
hair falling over the shoulders of her white blouse. A pair of black leather boots were over her
lower legs and knees, covering the black skin tight satin leggings she was
wearing.
She was looking in her wardrobe, blissfully unaware
of what was happening – until she was grabbed from behind, and she both tasted
and smelt the leather glove as it was pressed firmly over her mouth.
“Not a word, young lady,” she heard the man say
from behind her, “just open your mouth.”
She thought for a moment, considering her options, and
then slowly opened her mouth, trying to gag as the folded cloth was pushed into
her mouth, pressing her tongue down and filling the space behind her
teeth. Closing her lips, she kept
herself calm as she heard the ripping sound, and the pressure, the pulling on
her moth and lips as the tape was pressed firmly over them.
“There – now you can be nice and quiet,” the man
said as he held her arms, “now, put your hands behind your back. Nice and slowly – no tricks.”
Nodding, breathing slowly through her nose, she
moved her hands behind, trying not think of what might happen as her wrists
were secured together with rope – and other length then pulling her arms into
her sides as it went around her, framing her chest as she tried to process what
was happening.
She felt the bands tighten behind her, and then his
hands as he fed the rope under one arm, pulling it up and around the back of
her neck, and then under the other arm, making the chest ropes even tighter,
the buttons threatening to burst open at the top of her blouse.
This was made worse as he then took the rope over one
shoulder, under the lower band of rope and pulled it up, then over her other
shoulder. She could barely move for the
way the ropes now framed and rubbed on her breasts – especially when he reached
round and gently caressed her breasts in his gloved hands, making her moan.
She could hear and sense rather than see him kneel
behind her, as a length of rope was secured between her legs, just above her
knees – not holding them together, but with a length of a couple of inches
between them. Finally, he folded a black
silk scarf and tied it tightly over her eyes, cutting any light or sight.
She was aware of him leading her out of the room,
and guiding her down the stairs, and then waiting as he opened a door and said
“we’re going.” She could hear two other
muffled voices, and then a second set of footsteps as a door opened. From there, she was walked a short distance,
and then helped to sit down before a different door shut – a car door. Two more, and then they moved off.
Hazel looked at her wrists, and then slowly leaned
forward, Flora watching as she managed to hook her finger under the band of
silk around her head, slowly and carefully easing the knot out before she let
it fall on her chest. Taking a few
moments to gather her breath, she then lifted her wrists up, banding and raising
her legs before she began to work on the knot with her teeth.
“Let me get out of this,” she said as she looked at
her sister, “and then I need to make a phone call, before I explain everything…”
“We’re here.”
The two men got out of the car, looking round
before they helped their captive to get out, and walked with her across the
darkened parking area. They stood in the
shadows as one of them got a key from his pocket, and opened the door, all
three going in as the light was turned on.
“Well, we did it,” the first man said as they both
removed their sunglasses, and then the blindfold from the woman. She looked at both of them, and then said
“mggnneeklluu.”
“Probably,” he said as he peeled the tape from her
mouth, and then eased the cloth out, before kissing her, “but you did say you
wanted a surprise start to the weekend.”
“I know – Mum and Aunt Flora?”
“Your mum knew, and she’ll explain to Flora. So – welcome to Gretna Green lover. Ready for our wedding tomorrow?”
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