Seventies Bound – Crime School
August was
always a strange time at St Blazius school for Young Ladies – the fifth and
Upper Sixth forms may have been on holiday, but the examination results were
due in the middle of the month, and for Allyson Brookes, the school secretary,
that meant preparing letters to all of the pupils in those forms, explaining
either their options when they returned or offering congratulations on their
results.
She was not the
only staff member in residence – a small number of students stayed over the
summer for a variety of reasons, and for this summer of 1978 that included a
number of girls from overseas. Miss
Babcock, the headmistress, and her assistant Mrs Duncombe had taken some of
them to London for the day, but three of the girls – sisters from America – were
in the residence, Matron keeping an eye on them.
She finished
another letter off, taking it from the typewriter and pinning an addressed
envelope to it, before she placed it on a pile and stood up to stretch. A coffee break was most definitely called for
at this point. Allyson was wearing a
white and brown checked blouse over a brown turtleneck sweater, a dark grey
waistcoat over the blouse. Her light
brown hair was cut long and curled at the ends, and her olive coloured front
pleated skirt came down over her knees as she stood. The hem covered the tops of her burgundy red
leather boots, the square heels sinking into the deep pile carpet as she made
her way to the small kitchen.
Filling the
kettle, she placed it on the small ring of the cooker and turned the heat on,
putting some Maxwell House coffee into a large mug and adding some milk as the
kettle heated up, a low whistle that built in pitch and volume telling Allyson
when the water was ready. Picking up a
dish towel, she lifted the hot kettle by the handle and poured the water in,
stirring all the time, before replacing the kettle to the cool side of the hob.
Opening a tin,
she took out a couple of Jaffa Cakes and held them in one hand, the mug in the
other as she returned to the office. Putting
the mug down, she sighed as she picked up another sheet of paper – then gave a
muffled gasp as a leather gloved hand clamped itself over her mouth, and she
was pulled back.
“Not a word,
Miss – we don’t want to get hurt or into any trouble, do we?”
She didn’t
recognise the voice, but she could see another man in front of her, dressed in
a cream safari jacket and bell bottom pants with black Cuban heel boots, dark
glasses – and a very real and menacing pistol in his gloved hand. Allyson slowly nodded as the man behind her
said “good – be a darling, and when I take my hand away open your mouth as wide
as you can.”
Allyson slowly
nodded, and as the glove was taken away she opened her mouth, trying not to
retch as the balled up cloth was pushed in, forcing her tongue down to the floor
of her mouth, before the neck of her jumper was pulled up to cover her lips and
face below her nose. She could hear the
ripping sound before silver tape was wrapped tightly round her head, forcing
the cloth to her lips and silencing her completely.
She was sitting
in an old wooden chair with arm rests, and as the man in front of her walked
forward and grabbed her wrist, she saw he second man. He was dark skinned, and wearing a brown roll
neck sweater under a blue jacket with matching pants. He took her other arm and forced it palm down
onto the arm rest, taping her wrist to the wood before he passed the roll of tape
over to his colleague, and her other arm was secured in the same way.
She looked from
side to side, wondering what was going on as the tape was wound tightly round
her waist, holding her to the hair back, and then around her lap on the
seat. Finally, the man in the Safari
jacket knelt down and taped her ankles together.
“Great – these
boots are ruined,” she said to herself as the wheeled her to the supplies
cupboard and pushed her in, closing and locking the door behind her before the
two men looked at each other.
“Where next?”
“We check the
school, see who else is at home – and we keep them quiet…”
“Are you girls
going to be all right now,” Mrs Dobson said as she stood in the doorway of the
common room, looking at the three young American students in their jeans and
striped tank tops.
“We’re fine,
Matron,” one of the girls said, Mrs Dobson smiling as she closed the door and
heard the music start. She was wearing
an open necked cream silk blouse, the collar over the top of her maroon
coloured suede sleeveless dress. The
dress had buttons at the front, and matching tie belt, the pleated skirt coming
down and covering the top of her coffee coloured leather boots.
She had been
Matron at St Blazius for ten years now, since her husband had died in the accident,
and the girls were in many ways a surrogate for the children she had never
had. She wanted to care for and protect
them at all stages, make sure they came to no harm…
“Hello,
Matron.”
As she entered
her room, she saw the two men waiting, one of them pointing a gun at her as he
put his gloved finger to his lips. “Not
a word,” he said as he looked at Mrs Dobson, “our business is not with the
girls here at the moment, so as long as you do as we say, we don’t disturb
them, understand?”
“Who are you,
and what do you want?”
“Not your
problem, lady,” the man in the safari jacket said as he held up a roll of
bandage, “all you need to do is lie down on the examining table there, on your
stomach, and put your hands behind your back.”
“I have a
choice?”
“No – not
really,” the other man said as she lay down on the low table, unable to stop
them as they folded her arms behind her back, placing her elbows in the palms
of her hands, and started to secure her forearms together with the bandages. As they did so, she remembered the times she
had played similar games with her husband, using those memories to calm herself
and stop herself panicking…
“Roll over and
sit up.”
Mrs Dobson,
with some difficulty, rolled herself onto her back and sat herself up, watching
as Safari Jacket man bound her ankles tightly together with more bandages, and
his friend wrapped some around her upper arms and body to hold them into
place.
“What are you
intending to do – mummify me?”
“No – just do
enough to keep you quiet and out of the way,” Safari Jacket man said with a
smile.
“And how are
you going to keepmequweeeutehhddtskkk,” she mumbled as he pushed a folded cloth
into her mouth, and then wrapped a crepe bandage tightly round her head to
ensure it stayed firmly in place. She
watched as his companion went to the medicine cabinet, and forced it open
before he took a bottle of ether, and poured some onto a cloth.
“NNDNNTNTSSS….”
As he pressed
the damp cloth firmly over her nose, she had to breath in deeply, her eyes
flickering as she slipped into unconsciousness.
“Right – we put
the other girls to sleep, before the party arrives back…”
“All right
girls,” Natalie Duncombe said as the minibus came to a stop outside the school,
“take your bags to your rooms, and we will arrange supper later.”
“I forgot the
catering staff had the day off,” Holly Babcock, the Headmistress said as she
got out. She was wearing a grey
herringbone tweed jacket with a long matching skirt, pleated at the front, and
a dark olive green tie-neck blouse. Her
legs sat in a comfortable pair of cream leather baggy high boots, with a two
inch cork heel. Her assistant was
wearing a large checked waistcoat over a white blouse, a long red skirt and
burgundy red leather boots.
“I’ll make sure
the girls get their stuff to the room,” Natalie said, “you find out what the
state of play is and then we can take a drive out to the fish and chip shop.”
“Sounds good,”
Holly said as Natalie took the girls towards the dormitories. They spoke quietly amongst themselves as they
went to their rooms, before Natalie walked back down the corridor – and then
stopped outside one particular door. she
could hear muffled voices inside – male ones.
“Who’s in
there,” Natalie said as she put her hand on the door handle - only to fall into
the room as it was pulled inwards, and she saw a man wearing a blazer, jumper
and slacks pointing a gun at her.
“Stay quiet,”
he said as the door was closed, and someone pulled her arms behind her back,
before she felt something like rope being tied tightly round her wrists. She could feel the cords on her skin, rubbing
as they were secured more and more tightly.
A length of
white rope was then passed over her head and round her body, forcing her arms
into her sides as it went above and below her chest. She could see the room had been searched, and
a white envelope was sitting on one of the beds.
“what are you
doing here?” she said as the ropes were pulled tighter still.
“Taking a
couple of your charges for a little trip – we needed to find her medicine,” the
man said as she held up a set of inhalers.
Natalie stared at him as the ropes were pulled still tighter, and she
struggled – not just against the binding, but at the way she was starting to
feel.
“What’s wrong
teach – too tight?”
“Like you care,”
she whispered back as she was pushed onto one of the beds, and she saw the
second man, dressed in a safari jacket and pants. He walked forward and grabbed her legs,
crossing her ankles as the first man put his gun, down, took some rope from his
pocket and started to bind her ankles together.
She tried to
struggle, but that made him grip all the tighter, as she said “if you harm the
other girls…”
“Only if they
get in our way,” the man in the safari jacket said as his colleague pulled the
rope tighter between her ankles, and tied the ends off, before he pulled her
skirt up and started to bind her legs below her knees, the leather squeaking as
her legs rubbed together.
“Hey – don’t
you…”
“OH relax, will
you – we just want to keep you quiet and out of the way, not anything else,”
Safari Jacket said as the ropes were tied off, and then she was allowed to lie
on her side as his partner took from his pocket a strip of fabric sticking
plaster, tore the backing off, and pressed it firmly over Natalie’s mouth. She struggled, mumbling
“ullnffrrgtewwewffthas” as they laughed and took the inhalers with them…
“Allyson? Are you in the office?”
Holly looked round
the empty secretary’s office, before she walked to the typewriter and picked up
the mug, filled with cold coffee.
“Strange – I
wonder what happened to her,” she said as she took the mug to the kitchen, not
hearing the thumping from the store cupboard.
Allyson grunted as loudly as she could, but could not be heard…
“Mrs Babcock –
have you seen Angel and her friends?”
Holly looked at
the sixth former and said “no – I’ll go and see if Matron knows where they
are.” She walked down the corridor, her
heels clicking on the floor before she opened the door to the room, and said
“are you…”
“GTTTHLPPPPPP!”
She stared at
Mrs Dobson as she struggled on the examination table, and stepped back, not
sure of what shew as seeing – straight into Safari Jacket man as he said “oh
dear – guess we have one more person to keep quiet before we can get away.”
“Who…” Holly’s words were cut short as a rolled up
sock was pushed into her mouth, and the two men took her by the arms, frog
marching her back to the office.
“Whrrruddnnhrrr,”
she called out as she tried to spit the sock out – the man in a blazer spotting
that as he grabbed the belt from her great coat, and used it as a cleave gag,
pulling it between her lips and forcing the sock further in.
“Sit down,”
Safari Jacket man said as Holly was pushed into a chair, and his partner
wrapped a length of rope round her waist, pinning her to the chair back. Safari Jacket knelt down in front of her and
pulled her ankles to the front legs of the chair, securing them in place with
thick twine.
The men then
forced Holly to put her hands palm down on the armrests, as her arms were tied
down at the wrists and elbows. She tried
to move, to call out, but it was useless as the man said “we’ll take real good
care of the girls,” before leaving the room.
“Whtgrlllsss? Cmmbkhhrrrr?
HLPPPPPPPMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
“No sign of
them,” one of the sixth formers said to the others as the approached the room.
“It’s strange –
I thought they were – MRS DUNCOMBE!!!!”
The girls
stared at Natalie as she struggled on the bed, then one of them ran over and gingerly
pulled the sticking plaster away from her mouth.
“Quick,”
Natalie whispered, “find some scissors, and cut me free. One of you find Mrs Duncombe, we need to call
the police…”
“They were
kidnapped?”
“Indeed,” Holly
said as she sat with the other three in her office the next morning. “The police managed to intercept them, thanks
to your timely discovery Natalie. So all
is well that ends well.”
“For now –
maybe we should look at increased security,” Allyson said.
“Indeed – and
some lessons in self-defence…”
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