Generations – Family Honour
The Daughter
Honouring our
elders is an important part of our society, so when it was my grandmother’s
sixty fifth birthday my mother had arranged to take her out for the day, while
I prepared a meal at our family home.
Sadly, my father and grandfather had both passed away, so it was only
going to be the three of us – but we were family, and we were together, and
that was what was important.
I had the meal
prepared, and was looking out of the window for their arrival with
anticipation. For the evening, I was
smartly if casually dressed – a black sweater, short grey herringbone skirt,
black leggings and my over the knee black leather boots. A sliver necklace with a diamond pendant was
around my neck, and I had my ring on my finger – a surprise to tell my mother
and grandmother about when they noticed.
But, as I say,
I was awaiting their arrival – only I have to say with regret they were not the
first people to come into the house and greet me that night. I heard the noise coming from the kitchen,
and wondered what had caused it as I left the front room and walked in – only
to be grabbed from behind and a leather gloved hand to be put over my mouth as
I tried to process what I was seeing.
There were
three women in the kitchen, smartly dressed in black jackets and skirts, with
white blouses, dark tights and soft leather black heels – but they also had
leather gloves on their hands, and dark glasses on. One of them, a dark skinned woman with
reddish hair, looked at me and smiled – then she raised a gun and told me to put
my hands on my head, and walk back into the front room.
Obviously, this
was some sort of robbery – but I was still surprised to see three women
performing the act, and she had a gun, so I complied, placing my hands palm
down on top of my head and then walking slowly into the front room, the three
women following. The one with the gun
spoke with a West Indian accent, but she was most persuasive.
As we walked
in, the second woman put a large bag on the floor. She was smaller, more slender with light brown
hair, and spoke with an American accent as she asked me if anyone else was in
the house. I shook my head, but I had to
be honest, so I said that although I as alone for now, I was expecting my
mother and grandmother to arrive soon.
I thought that
might make them leave, but instead the third woman, a blonde, nodded as she
said they knew – and they were ready for them, but first they had to ensure I
could not alert them to their presence.
I was then told to sit down on the couch, and put my heels up on the
coffee table, crossing my ankles as I did so.
I knew what the
implications of what they were saying was, but I had no choice, save to watch
with my hands still on my head and watch as the Burnette took from the bag a
length of white rope, doubled it over and then wrapped it round my crossed
ankles, taking the ends through the middle and then pulling back so that they
were forced together.
She worked
quickly, wrapping the rope around my ankles in neat coils, and then taking them
under the last band before she separated the ends and took them between my
legs, making the binding even tighter before she secured the ends together and
tucked them into the ropes.
I then watched
as she used a second length of rope to secure my legs together below my knees,
the rope rubbing on my boots as she wound it round. It was fascinating to watch her immobilise my
legs, taking so much of my attention I barely noticed as my arms were taken
behind my back by the blonde, and my wrists were secured in the same way as my
ankles.
I only became
aware as the ropes were tied off at my legs, an di felt my jumper been pulled
against my body – the blonde was now tying a much longer length of rope around
my upper body, below and above my chest, forcing my arms against my sides so
that I truly could not move. I did try
to wriggle round, but she was strong, so I had no choice but to wait as she
completed immobilising me.
And when they
were done, I was truly unable to move very much – if I tried to move my legs,
it was as if they were fused together, the only sound the soft squeak of
leather on leather. As for my arms, that
was useless – especially when they used two smaller lengths to tighten the
bands between my arms and my body.
They had been calm,
soft spoken, collected, and treated me with dignity – until the point where I
saw the dark skinned woman folding a large blue and gold headscarf into a pad,
and she told me to open my mouth and allow her to push that in.
I shook my head
then, but I explained I had a reason – I suffer from Asthma, and as such did not
want anything in my mouth that could prevent me breathing. The three women looked at each other, before
she shook the scarf out, rolling it instead into a thick band as she told me to
open my mouth now.
As I did, she
pulled the scarf between my lips, the soft silk pressing down on my tongue as I
closed my lips over it, and she tied it round my head, the brunette lifting my
hair out of the way as she did so. I was
grateful they had done that – I knew they had to try to silence me, but I was
afraid of what might happen if I genuinely was not able to breathe in and out
through my mouth.
The redhead
then took my legs and swung them round, the blonde moving my head so that I was
lying along the couch, my head resting on the armrest – just as the lights
shone through the curtains, and I knew I was not going to be alone for much
longer…
The Mother
“Well, I have
had a good day,” my mother said as I parked the car, and turned the engine off,
“so what awaits me for this evening?”
I smiled and
looked at her, saying “it is a surprise mother, shall we go in?” She nodded as we both got out of the car and
I wrapped my coat round myself. My coat
was purple, and I was wearing it over a brown patterned dress with short
sleeves, and a large bow at the front under the neckline. The dress had a pleated knee length skirt,
while my lower legs were in a pair of knee length brown laced boots, with a
suede leg and leather front and sole.
As for my
mother – well, turning sixty five did seem to have liberated her to be herself,
and if truth be told she was dressed more like my own daughter then me – her
hair was also dyed red as opposed to our natural black.
At any rate, I
opened the door and we walked in, my mother waiting as I closed the door behind
myself and took my coat off. “It’s very
quiet,” she said, and she was right – it was quiet, and the reason it was quiet
became very clear as we entered the main room.
My daughter was
lying on her side on the long seat, her head on the armrest, but she was not
able to say much – her lips were closed over a rolled up blue and gold scarf
which had been pulled into her mouth and tied round her head, her hair falling
over it.
That was not
all – There were bands of rope holding her arms to her sides, and her legs
together, as she looked at both of us and mumbled “hmssshreee…” Obviously, something had happened before we
retuned – and the other three women who were in the room. They were in business dress, and wore dark
glasses – a dark skinned redhead, a thin brunette and a blonde.
“Did you do
this to my daughter,” I said – and my answer was received as the blonde nodded,
and then held a gun in her gloved hand as she pointed it at me.
“I did – and I
will do the same to you, but first I need to ensure your own mother is
comfortable somewhere. Please, take her
from the room.”
“Mother…”
“It is all
right,” she said as the brunette took her by the arm, a small bag in her hand,
“we obviously have to do as they say. Do
not antagonise them.”
I nodded slowly
as she was taken out of the room and up the stairs, as the blonde sat
down. “Come with me,” the redhead said
as she picked up another bag, and took me by the arm, “I need to discuss a
small matter of business with you.”
I really had no
choice as I was walked down to the office I maintain to the rear of the house,
the woman opening the door and escorting me in before she closed the door
behind herself. I had a computer set up
at a desk there, with a seat that had a back support with a cushioned area.
“Sit down,” she
said quietly as she indicated the seat, “and put your hands on your head. I am going to secure your waist to the chair
and your legs, and then you will conduct some business for me.”
“What are you
going to do to my mother?”
“She will be
safe and secure. Now, do as I ask.”
I did as she
asked, watching as she removed from her bag a doubled over length of rope, and
wrapped it round my waist, forcing me against the chair support as it pressed
on me. She knotted then rope behind me,
an di looked down as she took my legs round wither side of the seat support,
putting my ankles together and then using the remaining rope to secure my ankles
together.
I could see my
toes pointing to the floor as the rope pressed on my ankles, and I knew I was
going to be staying in that seat for some time as she stood up and by my
side. “Now then, I want you to log into
your accounts, and then you are going to so a transfer of funds for me. While that takes place, you can also give me
the combination to your safe.”
“I have a
choice?”
“Indeed you do,
you can refuse – and then I ask my friend to have a word with your daughter…”
The threat was
implied, but I got the message, as I started to type on the keyboard and logged
in, then accessed my accounts. I was
made to transfer a not insubstantial amount to an address I was given, and then
told her the combination to the safe, watching as she opened it.
“Thank you,”
she said, and I felt she meant it, “but now, I need you to put your arms behind
you.” As I did this, she took more rope
from the bag, and tied my wrists tightly together – then ran rope from my
wrists to my ankles, so that I could not move them at all.
She then
wrapped more rope around my upper arms, forcing them against my sides, so that
I was truly immobilised – and then she took a grey scarf out and folded it into
a wad, before she told me to open my mouth.
It tasted
strange as she pushed it in, making sure the silk was behind my teeth as it
pressed down on my tongue, and I closed my lips over it. She then peeled the backing paper from a
strip of brown sticking plaster, and pressed it firmly over my mouth, the strip
going from cheek to cheek – but it kept my mouth covered, and effectively
silenced me.
I watched as
she emptied the contents of the safe – money and jewellery – into her bag, and
then looked to the door as the brunette looked in. The two women then left, and I listened as
the doors opened and closed – and then to see if there was any other noise.
Eventually, I
heard a noise on the stairs, a regular thumping, and then the sound of someone
coming as I looked to the room door…
The Grandmother
Those who speak
on European fashion are quite correct – sixty is the new forty, and I
personally believe sixty five is the new twenty.
My daughter had
taken me out to lunch and a show that afternoon, and we were heading to her
place for dinner with my granddaughter, and I was dressed as I wanted to be – a
black leather jacket over a white blouse with black polka dots, a red leather
short skirt, fishnet stockings and knee length black leather boots, as opposed to
my daughter’s brown outfit. I even had
my hair dyed a fiery red – all to advertise the fact I felt young again.
So when we
walked into the house, and I saw my granddaughter bound and gagged on the
couch, I knew it was going to be a different evening. The three women seemed to be treating her,
and us, with respect, as the brunette one took me by the arm and whispered
“come with me, honoured mother, and I will make you comfortable.”
“Mother…”
“It is all
right,” I said as I looked at my daughter, “we obviously have to do as they
say. Do not antagonise them.”
She nodded as I
walked out of the room, whispering to my captor “you show remarkable manners
for a westerner.”
“I act, on this
occasion, on behalf of one of the Honoured Fathers,” she whispered, and I
understood what she meant. She was on a
mission for one of the leaders from home, and I could only obey as we walked
into my daughter’s bedroom.
“Please, remove
your jacket,” she said as she closed the door, “and then put your hands behind
your back. It will be necessary to
ensure that, as much as possible, you stay in this room.”
“I trust you
will take due consideration of my age,” I said as she folded my arms behind me,
placing my elbows in the palms of my hands, before she used white tape to
secure my arms there, and then round my forearms. I had expected rope, but this was just as
tight, and made my hands and fingers useless.
“Well, this
will certainly be more comfortable,” I said, and I actually smiled. You see, I was finding this rather exciting,
and I was secretly hoping my daughter and granddaughter did not find out how
excited I was feeling. I watched in the
mirror as she round the tape around my upper arms and body, so that there was a
white band keeping my upper body secured.
“You are
skilled” I said as I sat on the bed, watching as she knelt down and put my
ankles together, then wound the tape round them to secure them. I recognised the tape – from a club I
sometimes attend – and was secretly grateful it would not truly damage my
boots. They cost over 500 pounds, after
all…
The brunette
also wound the tape round my feet to secure them, before she tore it, patted it
down, and then taped my legs together below my knees. “I apologise for the fact you will need new
tights,” she said as she then taped my legs together above my knees.
“A small
expense, and you show true humility in that.
I presume I am going to be kept quiet as well.”
“Yes, you are,
and I need to put something in your mouth.
Do you have any preferences?”
“I am sure you will
think of something,” I said with a smile, and watched as she selected a pair of
ankle socks from my daughter’s sock drawer, and balled them into a pad.
It tasted of
fresh lavender on my tongue as she pushed it into my mouth, the material
filling it a sit sat on my tongue and behind my teeth, and then she wrapped the
white tape tightly round my head to keep it in before she looked at me.
“My colleagues
will have finished – be of good health, honoured mother.”
I nodded as she
left the room, the door slightly ajar as I heard her walk down the stairs. There was further conversation, and then the
sound of the front door opening and closing before there was silence – and the
chance to meditate, to reflect on my position.
When I opened
my eyes, it was time to take action – so I managed to stand up and hop to the
door, the tape crinkling with each jump.
I then pushed the door open and jumped along the corridor, before
sitting at the tape and sliding down one step at a time.
When I reached
the bottom, I paused and then pushed myself up.
These were obviously professionals, so I knew the first thing to do was
to check my daughter – and she would be in her place of work.
Such was indeed
the case – they had tied her most effectively to her chair, and her mouth was
covered in brown sticking plaster, something obviously underneath. She looked at me, and nodded to show she was
all right, so I turned and made my way back to the front room.
My
granddaughter was there, not moving as the radio played, but she looked at me
and nodded. I could see the scarf
between her lips was darker, soaking wet, as I jumped over and knelt next to
her, then turned round. If someone was
going to call for help, it had to be her, and the way to do that was to try and
get the scarf from her mouth.
My hands may be
useless, but I still could try and hook a finger under to ease her gag out…
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