The Ocean View
“All right,
darling, I’ll admit it – this is a wonderful view.”
“Thanks Mom,”
Casey said as she stood by her mother, looking out over the Atlantic as the
waves gently rolled up the shore. She
had moved to Manchester from New York six months previously, partly to start
anew after the death of her husband in a car crash, but mainly because she had
had enough of the city lifestyle.
She ran her
hand through her light brown hair before sitting on the low wall, looking at
her mother. Alex was in her early sixties
now, and like her daughter was a widower.
She was wearing a white blouse, open at the neck and with a wide brown leather
belt around her waist, a pair of trousers with a green and brown sail and rope
pattern on white which came to just above her ankles, and gold open toed
sandals. The slight wind was making her
short cut white hair move as she looked at her daughter.
Casey had
long light brown hair, and was wearing a round necked sleeveless white dress,
with horizontal black stripes on the skirt and a blue stripe at the hem just
above her knees. A white jacket was over
her arms, open a the front, while her feet were in a pair of white sandal held
by a thin white strap between her big and second toe, as well as around her
ankle.
“Well, I
really enjoyed lunch,” Alex said, “so where do we go to now?”
“I need to
pick some groceries up – do you mind if we stop off on the way back?”
“No – no
problem,” Alex said as Casey looked in her red purse, and retrieved her car
keys.
“Milk... Pastries... Lamb... Zucchini...”
As Casey
watched the clerk pass the goods down, and they were packed into the brown
bags, Alex looked round the store. “Nice
and quiet – you really can get used to this, can’t you?”
“Oh yes,”
Casey said as she paid the bill, and then took two of the bags, Alex carrying
the other two as they headed out to the parked car outside. As she approached, she used the fob on her
car keys to pop the trunk, the lid swinging open as they got closer.
“Well, let’s
get these to the house,” Casey said as she put her bags in, “and then we can
relax for the rest of the day.”
“Sounds good
to me,” Alex said as she put her bags in and straightened up.
“Casey?”
“Mom, what’s
wrong,” Casey said as she closed the trunk and turned to face her mother – and
the fair haired man who was standing behind them.
“No funny
stuff,” he said quietly, “I have a knife against your mother’s back. Nice and naturally, get behind the wheel and
your mom will sit in the back with me, understand?”
Casey nodded
slowly as she opened the driver’s door and got in, Alex getting into the back
of the car and moving along as the man got in beside her. The older woman glanced down at the thin
blade in the man’s hand as Casey said “Look, I’ll do whatever you want, just
don’t hurt my mother.”
“Good – drive
to your house, just as you were planning to do,” he said as he looked round.
“Who... Who
are you?”
“Just someone
who needs a place to wash and rest up.
Do as I say, you won’t get hurt.
Now – drive.”
Casey started
the engine and moved off, wondering if anyone would notice the extra passenger
in her car, and alert the authorities....
That wish was
not fulfilled, as she pulled into the driveway of her ocean facing house, and
waited for the doors to open before she drove in.
“Okay –
what’s your name,” the man said as she looked over.
“I’m Casey.”
“All right
Casey – out, and open the door, and then stand with your hands on your head.”
As she did
this, the man got out and made Alex follow her, looking round as Casey unlocked
the door to the house.
“Close the
garage door,” he said as he held Alex’s arm, having picked something up off the
shelf first. As the garage door swung
down, he waited until it was closed before he said “Good – inside.”
The two women
walked in front of him as he looked round the kitchen, and then walked them into
the dining room, the ocean view through the large glass doors greeting them.
“Right,” he
said as he looked at Casey, “Pull two chairs out, and then sit down, hands on your
head.”
“What are you
going to do,” Alex said as she was sat in the other chair.
“Make sure
you two stay here for a while,” the man said as he showed them the roll of duct
tape he had picked up, “and then I’ll bring your groceries in and out things
away for you. Don’t want them to go off,
do we?”
Casey watched
as he put her mother’s arms to the side of the chair, and then taped her wrists
and arms tightly to the wooden back. He
then wrapped tape around her arms, body and the chair back, before doing the
same to her.
As he knelt
in front of Alex, and taped her ankles to the chair legs, she said “What is it
you want from us?”
“I told you –
a place to rest up, get something to eat, and then move on later.”
As he taped Casey’s
ankles to the chair legs, he said “You live here alone?”
“Yes,” she
whispered as he tore the tape odd and smoothed it down.
“Don’t worry
– once I’ve gone I’ll let someone know where you are. Now, put your lips together – I need to make
sure you two stay quiet for a little while.”
The two women
looked at each other as he tore several strips of the tape off, and smoothed
them over their mouths, before he went out, both of them looking mutely over
the ocean through the windows.
For the next
half hour, they could hear him moving round, as Casey tried to pull her wrists
free with little success. Eventually,
their captor came back, smiling as he said “I’ve put your groceries away.” Looking out of the window, he said
“Impressive view – certainly better than the one from my cell wall.”
“Uffscdfrmprsn?”
“Yeah – so I
need you both to behave and do what I tell you, because I have no intention of
going back,” he said quietly. Looking at
Alex, he said “So, I’m going to cut you free, and allow you to go to the
toilet, and then I’ll re-tie you in the front room. Your daughter can then prepare some supper
for all three of us, and then I’ll make sure you’re both really comfortable
before I go. Understood?”
Both women
nodded as he took his knife, and cut Alex from the chair. “The tape gag stays for now,” he said as she
reached up to remove it, watching as she nodded and he took her to the
bathroom. Casey could hear her going in,
and then the sound of flushing, before there were footsteps behind her.
As Alex
walked into the front room, she saw several lengths of rope neatly arranged on
the coffee table. “I want you to kneel
in front of the long couch,” the man whispered into her ear, “and put your
hands behind your back.”
Nodding, Alex
knelt on the wooden floor, looking straight ahead as she felt the young man
cross her wrists behind her back, and start to bind them together with rope.
“I meant to
ask, what’s your name?”
“Lxxx,” she
said as she felt the rope pull her wrists together.
“Sorry,” he
said as he tied the rope between her arms, and then removed the tape, “what did
you say?”
“Alex – and
does it have to be so tight?”
“Yes it
does,” he said as he took a longer length of rope, and moved back, crossing her
ankles and then binding them together in the same way. “So you are Casey’s mother?”
“Yes,” she
whispered as she felt the rope around her bare legs, “why?”
“You’re both
good looking women – I see the resemblance,” he said as he took a longer length
of rope, and started to bind Alex’s arms to her side, winding it above and
below her chest as her blouse stretched over her breasts. As the ropes tightened, they rubbed on the
older woman, making her feel very strange.
“Why... Why do you...
Why do you have to do this,” she gasped as he tied the ropes off behind
her, and then passed the ends under her left arm, below the lower band.
“To make sure
you can’t move,” he said as he pulled it up, Alex gasping as the ropes
tightened on that side, and then he passed the rope around the back of her neck
and under her other arm, before securing it behind her back.
“What... What have you done to me,” Alex gasped as he
helped her to lie face down on the long couch, and then started to tie her legs
together below her knees.
“Why – does
it feel uncomfortable?”
“No,” Alex
whispered, “I... I can’t put words to
it...”
“Then don’t
try,” he said as he pulled her ankles back, and tied them to her chest
ropes. He then picked up a white cloth,
and folded it as he said “Open your mouth.”
Alex shook
her head and closed her lips together, but the man just smiled as he reached
around her and started to massage her chest.
Alex’s eyes shot wide open, as this was the first time a man had done
this for – for decades. She tried to
keep her mouth shut, but as his fingers massaged and squeezed her chest, she
started moaning, and eventually had to open her mouth to let out a long, loud
moan.
“Mmmm?”
“Hmgddd,”
Alex said as she felt the cloth on her tongue, and then the man smoothing the
grey tape over her lips again, before he smacked her bottom and said “stay
there now,” walking back to the dining room and removing the tape from Casey’s
mouth.
“What did you
do to my mother,” she gasped as he cut her free from the chair.
“Made her
comfortable,” he said as he took Casey to the front room, the young woman
gasping as she saw her mother roll onto her side.
“You are both
very fine women,” he said quietly, “so you don’t want her to get hurt, do you?”
Casey shook
her head as the man said “Good – sit down.”
As she did so, he took two lengths of rope and secure her ankles, and
her legs below her knees, allowing a short length of rope between them.
“Up,” he said
as he made Casey stand, and she walked with short steps, “time to prepare
supper.”
She could see
the sun starting to set on the horizon, as Alex struggled on the couch. Her blouse had started to come undone, which
only made matters worse as the rope bands rubbed on her bare chest and under
her bra, but more disturbing were the feelings that had been building inside
her for the last half hour. The feeling
that she was enjoying this, and that somehow she was been slowly, slowly
aroused by being unable to move, unable to speak...
“Well now,”
the man said as he walked into the room, laying some plates down on the low
coffee table, “I hope you’re hungry. I’m
starving.”
Casey
followed, bringing a bottle of wine and three glasses as she said “mom – I’m
allowed to untie your arms and remove the gag, but your legs need to stay tied,
all right?”
Alex nodded
as Casey released her ankles, and then helped her to sit up, untying the ropes
that held her arms and wrists before Alex peeled the tape away from her mouth,
and spat out the cloth.
“Here,” the
man said as he handed her some water in a glass, and made Casey sit next to
her, “drink this, and then you can eat.”
“How much
longer are you going to be here,” Alex asked as the man sat down.
“Not much
longer – once it gets dark, I’ll be on my way.
Did you enjoy your time in here?”
Casey
expected her mother to say no, so when she was silent she turned and said
“Mom?”
“I’m sorry,
darling,” Alex said, “I can’t say I didn’t totally enjoy it, but as time wore
on...” She buttoned her blouse and
looked at the man as he smiled.
“What
happened?”
“The ropes –
when they rubbed on me, well...”
“Don’t worry,
Casey, before I go I’ll make sure you both feel that sensation,” the man said,
“so eat up – enjoy your meal and drink.”
Casey looked
at him, the knife in his hand, and then at her mother before she began eating.
“What... What are you going to do to us,” Alex said as
she sipped her drink.
“Make sure
you are occupied before I leave,” the man said with a smile, as she slowly ate
some food.
The sun had
set even more, a red line on the horizon, as he said “Well, time to get
started. Alex, I wish you to lie face
down where you are, hands on your head, while I take care of your charming
daughter. Casey, put your hands on your
head, and your legs on the coffee table.”
As both women
moved, the man started by untying the rope under Casey’s knees, and then
re-tying it, forcing her legs together as she watched. Her jacket was on a chair in the kitchen, her
bare arms visible as her legs, and then her ankles, were secured with rope
around and between her limbs.
Alex could
only watch as he made Casey stand up, and then moved her hands behind her back,
holding her wrists as he slowly unzipped her dress and allowed it to drop down
to her waist before he took a length of rope, and pulled her arms together
behind her back, securing them just below her elbows.
“Oh my god,”
Casey whispered as she felt her shoulder blades drawn back, her chest forced
out, her cream silk bra straining as the man then bound her wrists tightly
together as well, before he wrapped the rope around her, framing her chest in
the bands, and then tightening it the way he had for Alex earlier.
He then walked
behind Alex, her daughter watching as he unfastened her belt and removed it,
and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse, Alex gasping at the feel of his fingers
on her white bra as he pulled her blouse off, and then proceeded to bind her arms
and chest in the same way as Casey.
While he did this, Casey tried to move, the ropes rubbing on her as she
began slowly to realise what her mother had been talking about...
Alex could do
nothing as he made her stand as well, her blouse falling to the floor, and look
at Casey in her bra and panties. To the
side, he picked up another length of rope and stood in front of the younger
woman, her gasps getting louder as he tied one need between her breasts and
brought the bands even more firmly together around her.
The ropes
caressed her, aroused her as he pulled the band down, and then between her
legs, the feeling on her panties as it was forced against her crotch
instantaneous as she almost buckled at the sensations. As he secured it to her elbows behind her, he
looked over at Alex, smiling as he said “You next.”
She nodded,
almost eager with anticipation as he slowly made Casey lie face down on the
floor, pulling her ankles back and securing them to the rope that ran from her
crotch to her elbows, before he tied and secured her mother in the same way next
to her. As they raised their heads, they
saw the sky darken at the rear of the house, while allowing him to stuff new
cloths into their mouths, and then cover their mouths with strips of duct tape.
“There now,”
he said as he gently pulled on the hogtie ropes, both women gasping as they
felt the dampness between their legs, “I’m going to get cleaned up, and then
take your car, Casey. Do enjoy
yourselves.”
As they heard
him walk out, they tried to struggle, at first in an attempt to escape, and
slowly, slowly that turned into a desire to increase the pressure on their
bodies, Alex groaning as she felt the dampness on her trousers, her breasts
throbbing as the rope rubbed on them, the ecstasy building until her could not
hold it in any more...
As she screamed
and writhed round, Casey arched her back and let out a long, low, muffled groan
as she felt the first orgasm, wondering if it would be the last, and praying
that was not the case...
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