Cars
It’s one of the
things you hear most often on warning messages these days – be careful who you
accept a lift from, never get into a car with a stranger, things like
that. And I have to say, it is good
advice – but then, I have always preached that to do what I do, you have to get
to know the lady first. And let me
assure you, I am very very good at what I do.
Given these
straitened financial times, everyone needs a trade, a hobby – and 1977 is not
looking as if it will be a much better year than many others. But when I received the commission, I knew
just what I had to obtain, and how to get the required goods. I merely asked the client, given it was a
Thursday, to give me until Sunday night at midnight, and I would have
everything ready.
As it was, I
was fortunate – the first person I had selected was working late that very
evening, and I knew I had sufficient supplies laid in, both here and at my
base, to last until Sunday. All I had to
do was persuade her to come…
I waited until
she stood up and walked away from her workplace to the rest room, then went
over and collected her brown tartan poncho and her handbag. She was in her early twenties, with permed
dark hair, and was wearing a light brown sweater and brown tartan check plus
fours, the legs of which reached the top of a nice pair of chocolate brown
leather straight boots. As she went into
the restroom, I smiled as I made sure I had everything I needed, and then
walked in.
The look of
surprise on her face was total as I pointed my gun at her, and told her to turn
and face the wall, with her hands behind her back. She whispered, asking what it was I was going
to do, but I remained calm, my voice even, as I said she was going to take a
ride with me, and it would be fun.
She asked why I
was doing this – she knew I was a friend, but I said nothing as I took some
cord, and tied her wrists tightly together, making sure it went around and
between her arms, and keeping the final knot out of reach of her long fingers,
the nails painted red.
She started
crying then, pleading with me to stop – but I carried on, taking next a long
length of rope, and using it to secure her upper body, her arms pressed tightly
into her sides as the bands of rope encircled her chest, and I made sure they
were tight and uncomfortable.
I then made her
turn round, and told her to stop crying, everything was going to be all
right. I smiled as she nodded – and then
told her to open her mouth as wide as she could.
I had already
compressed the sponge ball as much as I could in my hand, but she still tried
to struggle as I pushed it into her mouth – then I reminded her if she
struggled and could not breath, she would die.
That was enough, as I made sure her lips were closed, and then took the
roll of clear sellotape I had purloined from her desk.
She merely
looked at me now as I tore off a strip, and pressed it firmly over her lips,
making sure there were no creases, no air bubbles. Two more strips, and unless you looked really
closely, you would never know she was gagged.
And with the poncho over her upper body, the brown tasselled fringe
covering her legs to her knees, you would not know her arms were secured
either.
I motioned with
the gun for her to come with me, and we walked down the corridor, my arm round
her as we left the exit, and walked across the parking lot to where my ’72
olive green Pontiac Ventura was parked.
I popped the trunk, and told her to sit on it while I took a second
length of cord, and tied her ankles together.
Why did nobody
see me? Well, apart from the fact it was
dark, nobody was about – so I easily secured her legs, made her lie in the
trunk, and then closed the lid before I put her handbag on the front seat of
the car, and drove off.
When I reached
my cabin, I stopped and relaxed for a moment, before I went and opened the
front door, and then the door to my cellar, before turning the lights on. Walking back to the car, I popped the trunk,
untied her ankles and helped her to get out before I walked her into the cabin,
and down into the cellar. I already had
a camp bed laid out, as I removed her poncho and made her lie down, before
using ropes this time to secure her ankles, and her legs below her knees, and
then to secure her ankles to her chest ropes in a nice, neat hog tie.
She kept trying
to talk to me through all this, but I smiled as I heard the squeak of rope and
leather, and then pulled her ankles back, securing them to the ropes round her
chest before I kissed her on the cheek.
I left her down
there, to rest for the night…
The next
morning, I took some breakfast down and untied her, allowing her to get cleaned
up and have some food and drink before I made her change into a powder blue
crop top and hot pants. She was then
tied spread eagled to the cot bed, with a knotted cleave gag, before I turned
the radio on and left her there, locking the cellar door before I locked the
cabin door and drove to work. It was
Friday now – and I knew who the next guest was going to be…
Driving down
the main street, I pulled in outside the local bookstore, watching as she
walked in. she had blonde hair cut in a
Farah Fawcett cut, with big brown sunglasses, and wore a dark brown coat with a
tartan lining, a mauve roll neck sweater, and tartan culottes with straight tan
leather boots that sported a three-inch black block heel.
The perfect
companion for my first guest.
I had placed an
order the day before, so it was not unexpected for me to walk in and ask if it
had arrived yet. She smiled at me, and
said it would be later that evening. So
I asked when they shut, and she told me it would be at eight.
Good enough for
me, as I left and went to work…
It was getting
dark by eight o’clock, so I parked in the back alley of the shop, and walked
round to go in the front door. As I came
in, the last customer was leaving, so I smiled as I held the door open for him,
and then closed the door, very quietly locking it as I did so. I knew from my previous visits she was always
alone in the store at this time of night.
She saw me and
smiled, and said my order was in the back of the store, if I would just wait a
moment? I nodded as she turned and
walked into the back of the store, and then took from my jacket pocket a small
bottle and a folded cloth.
Chloroform was
so much easier to obtain in those days than it is now – so a small amount on
the cloth, and then the pad clamped over her nose and mouth was
inevitable. She reached up and tried to
pull my hand away, and boy did she struggle – kicking back at me, so I was going
to have a few bruises there.
But I had
experience, and I held firm, as her clawing became less and less violent, and I
saw her arms drop as she slumped into my arms.
I took the cloth away and checked her pulse, then let her gently down to
the floor as I went through and opened the back door. Popping the trunk, I collected a bag and came
back in, crossing her wrists in front of her pants and lashing them tightly
together with rope, and then binding her ankles tightly together, as well as
her legs below her knees.
I then took a
roll of brown sticking plaster from the bag, tore off a strip and pressed it firmly
over her mouth, before removing her glasses and folding them, then placing them
in the bag as well. Lifting her in my
arms, I carried her out and placed her in the trunk, then went back inside and
collected my bag, as well as my book.
I wanted to
read the Illustrated History of the Motor Car that night, so I put that and the
bag in the trunk, closed it, closed and locked the back door of the book shop,
and then drove off…
She looked at
me as I came in, and set up a second cot bed, before I untied her wrists and
removed the cleave gag, allowing her to sit up and eat the McDonalds meal I had
brought with me. Oh she pleaded with me
to let her go, but I held firm, lying her down and tying her wrists to the bed,
and then covering her lips with more sticking plaster.
She could only
watch mutely as I left, returning with my second guest and laying her on the
bed, then lifting her bound wrists above her head and securing them to the camp
bed. She wanted to call out – I could
tell from her eyes – but instead she watched mutely as I turned the light off,
and closed the door again…
As I walked
down the stairs, with two bottles of fruit juice and pastries, I could hear
their muted calls, and as I looked at them they were a sight to behold. One in a top and hot pants, the other making
her boots squeak as she struggled on the bed.
So I put the foot down, took out my gun, and told them both if they
behaved, I would untie them, allow them to go to the toilet and have something
to eat and drink.
As they both
nodded, I smiled and untied my second guest, watching as she rubbed her wrists
and then yelping as I took the plaster gag away. I had a chemical toilet set up, which she ran
to and squatted over, as I told her I wanted her to strip and put on something
else. She looked at the blue cheesecloth
blouse and denim mini-skirt, then nodded as she finished and walked back to the
bed, my first watching as she changed and then stated to eat.
I let her free
– and I really should use her name. It
was Sabrina, and my second guest was Jill.
She went to the toilet, and then stripped off as she put on her own
blouse and skirt, tying the ends together under her midriff.
Jill asked me what
I was going to do, as Sabrina started to eat, but I just said they would find
out soon enough – but while I was out, I had a way to keep them
entertained. Both women looked at each
other, but I had the gun, so they finished eating.
Then Sabrina
asked if I was going to tie them up again, and I nodded, telling them both to
lie face down on the cot beds. As they
did so, I took two of a number of lengths of rope that I had, and crossed the
wrists of each girl behind their backs before lashing them tightly
together. I also crossed and bound their
ankles together, before I did something I was sure neither of them were
expecting.
I slipped a
length of rope under Jill’s waist, and took it around her waist, tying it round
her wrists and leaving a ling train down the back of her legs, then did the
same to Sabrina. I could tell from the
way they were looking at each other they were wondering what it was for…
I took care of
Sabrina first, making her sit up so that she sat on the length of rope and they
went over the edge of the cot bed, Jill turning her head and watching as I used
a longer length of rope to secure her arms to her body, the bands framing her
chest as it was forced up and out. She
glanced down as I pulled the ropes tighter, gasping as they rubbed on her and I
tied the ropes off behind her – and then really gasped as I took the ropes from
between her legs, pulled them sharply up so that they pressed on her panties,
and then tied the ends it the ropes on her chest, drawing them together in the
middle of her chest.
“Oh god,” Jill
whispered as I helped her to sit up, and then did the same thing to her, before
I made them both lie on their stomachs, pulled their ankles back and tied them
to their chest ropes. Fresh strips of
sticking plaster over their mouths, and I knew they would be entertained for
the day.
Although they
would not be alone for too long…
The campus was
quiet for a Saturday morning, but I saw the twins almost as soon as I started
work. Kelly and Kris were sophomores,
studying American Literature as their majors, and like most twins tended to
dress alike.
In order to
invite them, I borrowed an old Buick from a friend for the day – I told them I
was moving some goods. Which had the
advantage of being almost true, but I needed that large boot space.
While I was
working, I made sure to keep an eye on both of them, as they went round
photographing the campus. Today, both
were wearing crimson V-necked sleeveless tunics with a thin silver belt round
their waists, the tunics over the tops of white long sleeved tops, and white
pants with the legs tucked loosely into high burgundy leather boots.
It as the
fashion at the time – what did you expect them to be wearing in the early
spring? Anyway, as they stood discussing
what picture to take next, I walked over and said hello to them.
They said hello
back, and then asked if I had heard about Sabrina disappearing. I said I hadn’t, but I was sure she would be
all right. After all, she was unlikely
to have been kidnapped, wasn’t she?
Kris giggled at
me saying this, and said if she was ever kidnapped, she’d scream so loudly
someone would come and rescue her. Kelly
just shook her head – and then handed the camera to her twin sister, asking her
to keep an eye on it while she went to get some drinks.
As she made her
way across the square, I stood next to Kris – and then put my hand over her
mouth, listening to her muffled giggles as I said I was going to pretend to
kidnap her, and see what happened when Kelly got back.
As I hoped, she
nodded in agreement, so I walked with her across to the other side of the
square, and to the back of the Dean’s office, where I had the Buick
parked. Kris asked me if I could make it
look as if she really had been kidnapped – she said she had always wondered how
it would feel.
Well, how could
I refuse – and for some reason, the thought of me doing it made her giggle, as
I told her to turn round and put her hands behind her back. There was a roll of duct tape in the back of
the Buick, so I picked that up and taped her wrists tightly together behind her
back – and then, to her amused surprise, I wrapped the tape round her arms and
body to keep them in place there as well.
She giggled as
she twisted round, and smiled as I told her to sit in the trunk of the Buick,
then I taped her legs together above and below her knees, as well as her
ankles. She said something about her
boots, but I told her it would clean off easily. A lie, but just a small one.
As she moved
her legs up and down, the boots squeaked as well, and she asked if I was going
to keep her quiet as well. She then
watched as I tore a strip of tape off the roll, and pressed it firmly over her mouth,
before I helped her to lie down in the trunk and covered her with a blanket,
telling her to remain calm and quiet – and I’d get Kelly there as soon as I
could.
When I went
back to the square, I could see Kelly looking round, and as I came over she
asked me if I knew where Kris was. I
said I did, and handed her the camera as proof – and then she asked where her
sister was.
So I was honest
– I told her she was waiting for her to find her, because someone had made sure
she could not escape. Now I knew Kelly
was the stronger willed of the two, so she asked how she had managed that. So I told her I had used some duct tape to
secure and gag her.
Kelly stared at
me, and then laughed, saying she could get out of something like that
easily. SO I bet her fifty dollars she
could not – and she agreed, telling me to do to her what I did to Kris.
So we walked to
the Buick, I took the tape out after popping the trunk, and taped Kelly in the
same way I had taped up her sister – and then after I had covered her mouth
with tape, I uncovered Kris.
“Uswwlwlhmmsss,”
she said – and then her eyes widened as I clamped the chloroform soaked cloth
over Kelly’s nose and taped mouth, holding her as she struggled, and then her eyes
closed. “Sorry,” I said as I put her
sister on her side next to her, “but you did wonder what happened to Sabrina –
let me show you…”
When Sunday
came round, I had a little treat planned for all four of my guests, given they
would soon be leaving. So when I went
into the basement, I untied all four of them – noticing just how damp the
crotch ropes I had given all four were – and then made them all change into a
blue top, white hot pants and white knee length PVC boots.
Then, one by
one, I tied their wrists behind their backs, their arms to their sides, and
then a crotch rope in place – but before I did that, I slipped a little
something into their pants. A little
something that vibrated, and as I tied the crotch rope tightly into place made
all four fall to the floor.
They couldn’t
say much – I had pushed folded scarves into their mouths, and then wrapped
white bandages tightly round their heads to keep them in place. Once I had their ankles and legs secured, all
four were lying on mats on the cellar floor, wriggling round as I used some
more bandages to blindfold each of them.
But I wasn’t
ready for the next stage yet – while Sabrina and Jill had accepted their
situation, and merely groaned and struggled, both Kris and Kelly were
struggling like mad.
I knew they
would not get free however, as I blindfolded all of them, and then made my way
to Church. I had two tasks to perform
there…
There was a lot
of chatter about how some girls seemed to have gone away for the weekend, as I
sat and listened at the front of the church, and then heard the homily, but it
was one of the Sunday School teachers I was keeping a particular eye on. Tiffany had long natural curly brown hair,
and was wearing a white Arran sweater with a long brown skirt, the material
covered in little white polka dots. She
had a wide brown elastic belt fastened round her waist, and a pair of straight
brown leather boots on her legs.
I took note of
her as she talked to the children – she lived alone on the other side of town, and
I knew she had already due to go on holiday for a week. Very convenient…
It took a while
for the post-service meetings and greetings to be cleared out of the way, but
eventually I met Tiffany outside, and asked if she wanted to go and get a
coffee. She had put on a brown cloak
over her clothes, as well as a long knitted scarf and a woolly hat, but she
smiled and agreed as we walked towards a nearby café.
We sat, we
talked about the service that morning, some of the local gossip, as friends do –
and then, when her back was turned, I slipped a sachet of powder into her
coffee. She turned back, smiled and took
a long drink as I smiled in return – just biding my time, waiting as the drug
took effect, and she started to blink and yawn.
I asked if she
was all right, but she just looked at me as she tried to stand up. The waitress asked if I needed a hand, but I shook
my head, saying I could manage as I put her arm round my shoulders, and walked
her out to the Pontiac.
She was drowsy,
but aware of what was happening as I put her in the passenger seat, and then
drove off. She even asked where we were
going, but I told her not to panic, I was going to take her somewhere she could
have a rest.
When I got to
the cabin, I didn’t take Tiffany down to the cellar – I was going to have to
bring the other girls up soon anyway.
Instead, I half carried, half walked her in, and then sat her on a couch
while I went to fetch her going away outfit – the same clothes and boots as the
other girls were wearing.
I started by removing
her scarf, hat and cloak, and then unfastening the belt round her waist before
I eased the skirt down. After that, I pulled
down the inside zips on her boots, and eased them off, before I pulled the
white hot pants on her – but not before I gave her the same present as I had
the others.
Once the pants
were on, she started to moan softly at the buzzing, so I tied the crotch rope
on, and then opened her mouth, easing the folded cloth in and making sure her lips
were closed before I wrapped the white bandage tightly round her head.
Now that she
was a bit quieter, I had the time to slip on the white boots, and then secure her
legs at her ankles, and below her knees, and then pulled the jumper carefully
off her, over her head, and put on instead the top. Soon, I had her arms secured to her body, her
wrists tied behind her back, and then the second bandage wrapped tightly round
her head as a blindfold.
It was simple
then to put her in a hogtie on the floor, as I glanced outside and saw it was getting
dark. Leaving her to quietly enjoy
herself, I went down to the cellar, and one by one carried up the other girls,
putting them in a line as I saw the headlights through the drawn blinds.
Smiling, I went
to the kitchen and took out two bottles of beer, opening them as my client came
in the front door. We exchanged
pleasantries, had a drink, and then he walked in to look at the five wriggling –
well, four wriggling and one groaning – captives on the floor.
Nodding, he
went to the door and waved, as two men in black overalls came in and carried
them out one by one to the waiting panel van.
As Tiffany was carried out, I was handed the briefcase, smiling as I checked
the money inside and waved them off.
Naturally, the
absence of all five was noticed over the next week, and the police investigated,
and naturally I was as helpful as I could be.
After all, four were students at the University, and one was a personal
friend. How would it look if I, a woman
and the Dean, did not cooperate – even as I knew they were in good hands with
Objects of Beauty?
And, as I said,
I am very very good…
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