That was
Then, This is Now – Hippie Chix
2021
“Hey Gran –
where are you?”
“I’m in the
conservatory,” Zoe called out as she heard the voice of her sixteen year old
granddaughter Clare, “is your mother there as well?”
“Nope – she had
to go to work,” Clare called back, “can I get a drink?”
“In the
fridge,” Zoe said as she sat back on the chair, looking at the screen of her
laptop. For a woman in her mid-sixties,
she still looked good, with her long light brown hair falling over the shoulders
of the brown leather jacket she was wearing over a dusky pink top. The jacket was fastened with three buttons at
the front, the gold design clearly visible, while over the legs of her faded
blue jeans she was wearing a pair of thigh high burgundy red leather boots.
As she typed,
she heard the footsteps on the wooden floor, and then looked up as Clare came
into the rear room, the square heels of her own over the knee black leather
boots sounding on the floor. She had
long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and was wearing a black t-shirt with
a sequined design, as well as denim hot pants over purple tights, the boots
pulled up over them.
“Let me guess,
your mother is in business dress, and is not happy with thew way you have
dressed today?”
“How could you
tell,” Clare giggled as she sat down, taking a drink from her bottle.
“Your mother is
– not the free spirit I am, or you are,” Zoe said with a smile, “but I still
love her, and I am sure you love her as well, despite everything. So school out for the summer?”
“Yeah – wish we
could go to the festivals again this year, but…”
“I know – third
time’s a charm,” Zoe said with a smile as she lowered the lid of her
laptop. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t
have some fun here as well. Come on –
let’s put some music on.”
She stood up,
her granddaughter following her as she made her way to the front room, and
switched on the record player. She
selected a black vinyl disc and put it on the turntable, the sound of Joni
Mitchell filling the air.
“You need to
get some CDs, gran,” Clare said with a smile.
“Nope – it sounds
more real this way, the crackles, not as if it was a hospital corridor.”
Clare shook her
head before she said “well, it sounds amazing any… Who are you?”
Zoe turned
suddenly to see a middle aged man standing behind her, smiling as he said
“Me? A lover of all things seventies –
and you have a fine collection which I want some of lady.”
He was wearing
a denim jacket and jeans, with a blue shirt underneath – and then he produced
from the pocket of the jacket a gun with his free hand, both Zoe and Clare
noticing for the first time the large canvas bag he was holding in his other
gloved hand.
“shit…”
“Now, you two
ladies are going to do exactly what I say, aren’t you?”
“Gran?”
Zoe looked at
Clare, before she said “don’t be afraid, Clare – I think we need to do what he
says. What do you want us to do?”
The man looked
round the room before he said “kid, kneel in front of the couch, and put your
hands on your head. Your gran is going
to pull the curtains closed over the widow, and then she’s going to kneel
behind you.”
Clare slowly
walked across the room and knelt, as Zoe walked over and pulled the curtains
across, the sound of Joni continuing to fill the room as she knelt next to her
granddaughter.
“I’m scared, Gran…”
“I know,” Zoe
whispered as the man knelt behind her, and she saw him out the bag on the
floor, open it and then remove a length of white rope from it. “I am as well, but it’s not the first time
this has happened to me.”
“It’s not?”
“no,” Zoe said
with a smile as he crossed her wrists behind her back, and she felt the rope
rubbing on her skin as it was used to bind them together. “I was the same age as you that time…”
Clare watched
as the man took the rope between her grandmother’s arms and tied the ends off
out of reach of her long fingers, and then moved behind her with a second
length. “What happened,” she said
quietly as she felt her own hands being taken behind her back.
“Well, it was a
very hot summer…”
1971
“Mum? I’m going to meet some friends at the café.”
“All right
Zoe,” Crystal said as she sat in the garden, the orange scarf with the ethnic
print tied as a turban over her long brown hair. The mini dress she was wearing had the same design,
the sleeves flowing out from her elbows and covering her hands, the plunging
neckline revealing her alabaster smooth skin.
The skirt came halfway down her thighs, her lower legs encased in a pair
of knee length laced brown leather boots.
“What are
you doing this afternoon,” her daughter asked as she looked out of the back
door. She was wearing a green blouse
with elbow length puffed sleeves, the ends tied together in front of her under
her chest so that her belly was bare, and a pair of high waisted bellbottom
pants made form lilac coloured cotton. A
pair of gold strapped sandals were on her feet.
“Enjoy the
sun,” Crystal said with a smile, “so go – have fun.”
Zoe shook
her head, her chestnut permed hair moving over her shoulders as she did so, and
walked towards the front door, picking up her purse and slinging it over her
shoulder as she did so. Opening the
front door, she smiled and went to step out – only to be pushed back in as a leather
gloved hand covered her mouth, a man looking at her as he said “you’re not
going to scream, are you?”
Zoe shook her
head as a younger man walked in as well – both men were wearing blue boiler
suits and balaclava masks, only their eyes and mouths showing. The younger man put down a black canvas bag,
and then removed from his pocket a roll of brown sticking plaster.
“Keep that
mouth shut,” the older man said, Zoe nodding as she watched the other intruder
tear a strip of plaster free from the roll.
The leather gloved hand was removed, but before she could say anything
the material was pressed down over her mouth, the adhesive tugging on the skin
as it was smoothed into place.
“Hrruhhh,”
she mumbled, the plaster muffling any sounds as she was turned round, and her
arms were pulled behind her back. She
felt the roughness of the rope as it was passed round her arms, pulling her
elbows together as she stared at the wall, As the ropes grew tighter round her
arms, and then she felt the man take them down to secure her wrists together,
she struggled bot to cry – and wondered what her mother was going to say.
“That her
secured?”
She felt the
final tug of the rope between her wrists, and then the pressure as it was tied
off, and then saw how her chest had been pushed out, the material straining now
to continue to cover her chest.
Zoe grunted
as she was pulled back, and then pushed in front of the two men, back through
the house and then into the garden as Crystal looked at the trio. Zoe sighed as she saw the lighted hand made
cigarette in the ashtray, as Crystal looked at them.
“Oh man –
what sort of friends were you meeting, Zoe?”
“Thrrnhtmhfhrhnddsmhmm,”
Zoe mumbled as she heard the men laugh.
“Well, are
we nice and relaxed,” the grey haired one said as Zoe was made to lie on a
recliner next to her mother, the younger man putting the bag down before she
saw him take out two lengths of brown rope.
He handed one to the other man, before he wrapped the rope round her
legs and forced them together below her knees.
She glanced
over as the second intruder took her mother’s arms behind her back, Crystal
giggling as she said “oh wow – kinky.”
She could see how her own mother’s dress was stretched over her chest as
her arms were bound, not noticing that her own legs were now been secured, the
rope going round and between her legs at her ankles as the bottoms of her pant
legs flared out under the tension of the bands.
It was the
strangest feeling – the rough rope was under her fingertips, but the knot well
out of reach, and glancing down at her legs she could see there was no way she
was going to be going anywhere for a while.
Her mother’s giggles were still audible – and they suddenly became
muffled, and she saw thew strip of brown fabric over her mouth as the masked
man secured her legs together with a second length of rope as well.
Crystal
twisted round, wondering what was happening as the two men stood back. “Search the place,” he said as the second man
walked off, and he picked up the cigarette, drawing it in as the tip glowed
red.
“Good stuff
– you take it girlie?”
Zoe shook
her head as the man smiled. “I can
understand that – but there are worse things out there. Now, you both just relax – we’ll be gone
soon, and then you can have fun getting free.”
Zoe nodded
as she twisted round 0 the rope was rubbing on her arms and against her back,
but there was no give in it- and she realised it was probably bruising and marking
her skin as well.
She had
other concerns, however, as Crystal slowly closed her eyes. The masked man walked over and checked her
pulse. “don’t worry, she’s asleep – and
her breathing is fine,” he said with a grin as Zoe watched him.
“Typical,”
she thought to herself as she looked down the long garden, the high fences cutting
off the view of the houses on either side.
The second man came back in and nodded, placing a pillow sack into his
bag before he picked it up, and said “you’re cute – wish we could have some fun
together.”
“No he
doesn’t” the other man said before they both left, Zoe wondering how she was
going to get free…
2021
“wow,” Clare
said as the masked man wrapped a doubled over length of rope round her body and
pulled it tight, forcing her arms against her back as she flexed her fingers,
“what happened?”
“we were found
by my friends an hour or so later,” Zoe said as she wriggled round. Her own arms were now secured to her body,
the bands of rope rubbing on her chest above and below. They had been tightened still further by
small lengths of rope drawling the bands together between her arms and body –
and as she looked at her sixteen year old daughter, she could see the same
thing was been done to her, her t-shirt stretched over her chest,
“How… How are you feeling,” she asked as the man took
smaller lengths of rope form the bag, and did the same thing to Clare.
“I should be scared,
but I’m not really,” she said as the ropes were tightened, “not with you here
as well Gran.”
“Okay – sit
down and stretch your legs out.”
Both of them
managed to sit with their backs against the couch, watching as he removed more
ropes from the back, and crossed Clare’s ankles before he doubled one length
over and passed it round her ankles. The
young girl watched as he secured them, feeling the rope through the supple
leather as the bands were added to, and then cinched with the rope between her legs. The man tied the ends off, and then repeated
the process below her knees, the leather making a soft squeaking sound as the
rope rubbed on the boots.
“It does sound
funny, doesn’t it? I remember when my
mother came to, she started struggling, and the boots made this amazing sound
as if she was skidding along a linoleum covered floor.”
“I wish I had
met her,” Clare said quietly as the man made his way over to Zoe, crossing her
ankles and starting to bind them as Clare moved her legs from side to side.
“Yeah – you
remind me a bit of her.”
“I’m nor
smoking a joint!”
“In other
ways,” Zoe said with a smile as the man secured her legs together below her
knees, and then stood up, looking at them before he went back to his bag, and
took out a wide roll of white tape.
Tearing a long strip off, he said “keep your lips together.”
“Is this like
sticking plaster Gran?”
“I think so – a
little bit anyway. We can talk later,”
she said as she watched the man press the white tape over Clare’s mouth,
forming it to the shape of her chin before she turned to look at Zoe. The shape of her lips was clearly visible
under the white strip, but as she tried to speak all she heard was” hmhhghddh…”
“Yeah – very
like the brown fabric,” Zoe said quietly as she heard again the peeling and
ripping sound, before the man pressed the material over her own mouth. It wasn’t as harsh, but it still tugged on
the skin as it was smoothed into place, she nodded as the man left them sitting
there, Clare putting her head on her grandmother’s shoulder as Zoe rubbed her
cheek on her head.
“Dhtntwhrhrr,
whrrhnthsthgfhr” she mumbled as she twisted round, Clare nodding as they looked
to the door, wondering when the man would go, and they could try to free each other…
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