Helping Daddy
“Katherine? Get a move on – the girls will be here soon
and you haven’t finished your breakfast yet!”
“Coming Mum,”
Katherine Baker called back down from her room as she listened to Noel Edmonds
on the radio. The eighteen year old was
in her final term at Mowden Grammar School, and said to herself “only a few
weeks and I can ditch this forever” as she knotted the gold and black tie and
turned down the collar of her white blouse.
She then put on the blue cardigan, checking her permed red-brown hair
looked good before she looked at herself.
Her regulation skirt came to just above her knees, but the thing she
really was proud of were her knee length burgundy red suede boots – brand new,
and a concession to Upper Sixth girls rather than the plain Mary Jane shoes.
Walking quickly
down the stairs, she smiled as she said “sorry Mum” and sat at the table,
eating her toast as her mother handed her a mug of tea. Mrs Baker was in her early fifties, with grey
hair, and was wearing a short sleeved dark grey corduroy dress over a black
roll neck sweater, and long black boots.
“Daddy gone to
work?”
“You know your
father – first in the bank, and last out,” she said with a sigh as there was a
knock on the front door. Walking out of
the kitchen, she opened the door, Katherine haring her say “come in girls –
she’s just finishing her breakfast” before Suzanne and Emily joined her. Suzanne was wearing a short sleeved blue
cardigan over a mustard coloured blouse with a wing collar, the sleeves visible
from below her elbow, and black knee length leather boots with a two inch square
heel. Her long dark hair fell in soft
waves over her shoulders, as did Emily’s brown hair. She was dressed like Katherine, except for
the stack heel and soled black leather boots.
“Ready for
another day at the coal face,” Emily said as Katherine swallowed the last of
her tea.
“Not really,
but we don’t have a choice, do we,” she said with a sigh as she picked up a
brown leather bag. “I’ll see you later
tonight mum.”
“Have a good
day,” Mrs Baker called out as Katherine left the kitchen with Emily and
Suzanne, and she turned her attention back to the washing up as the footsteps
retreated down the hallway, before the front door opened.
“MUM!!!”
Mrs Baker
turned as she heard Katherine shout, and then a male voice say “get the fuck
back in there, you stupid little girls,” before all three of them ran back into
the kitchen – followed by two men whose faces were hidden by black balaclavas,
only their eyes and mouths showing. Each
was wearing a blue boiler suit, black workmen’s boots, and black leather gloves
– and each was carrying a sawn-off shotgun in one hand, one of the men carrying
a large leather bag in the other.
“Right,” the
other man said, “all four of you, sit down at the table, hands on your heads,
and keep those fucking mouths shut! If
ANY of you make a move, or speak too loudly, you all die. Do you fucking understand?”
The three girls
sat themselves down, looking at each other as Mrs Baker said “who the…”
“I told you to
sit down and shut the FUCK UP!” The man
grabbed Katherine’s mother and pulled her over to the seat as the other three
sat down, Suzanne and Emily crying as they did so.
“Stop the tears
or I stop them for you,” the man with the bag said as he put it down. “We’re in charge here, so you do EXACTLY what
we tell you to do, got it?”
As the girls
slowly nodded, Mrs Baker looked at the men as she said “what is this about?”
“You’ll find
out soon enough,” the man said as he put the bag in the table. “I will be known as Mister Blue, and he is
Mister Black. We’re going to be staying
here with you for a few hours, so let me set the ground rules.
“You do what we
tell you to do, when we tell you to do it.
“If anyone
calls, you answer, and unless they ask to speak to one of us, you make an
excuse and end the call.
“If anyone knocks
on the door, you get rid of them.
“If you try and
raise the alarm, or shout, or do anything out of turn…” Mr Blue nodded as Mr Black put the end of his
gun against Katherine’s head, as she whispered “mummy…”
“All right –
all right, we’ll do as you ask us.
Girls, we all need to be brave now, and try not to panic, do you
understand?”
As all three
nodded, Mr Blue walked to a basket of clean washing, and took from the top
three pairs of panties, one of which he handed to each of the girls.
“What do you
want me to do with these,” Katherine said as she looked at the blue silk
panties in her hands.
“I want you,
and your friends,” Mr Blue said, “to put them in your mouths. That way, you all stay quiet. Do you have a problem with that? Because if any of you do, you can take off
the panties you are wearing now and use them instead.”
Katherine shook
her head as she watched Emily fold the white panties, and Suzanne the red ones,
and then folded her own before each of them opened their mouths. She could taste the detergent as she pushed
them in, as well as the pressure on her tongue.
“Good – ow take
off those ties you have on, and pull them between your lips, before you tie
them tightly round our heads. And make
sure it is tight – or I will.”
“why are you
doing this,” Mrs Baker said as she started to stand up – and then sat back down
again as Mr Black put the gun to her head.
“Shhlrhhtmmeeelldeet,”
Katherine said as she nodded to the other three girls, and then took her tie
off, opening her mouth and putting the centre of the tie between her lips
before she tied it round her head. As
she did so, she felt the corners of her mouth pull back, and her cheeks as they
were pressed in, before she knotted the ends together at the base of her head.
As the other
two followed suit, Mr Black made her mother stand up as he said “right Mummy –
go into the front room and draw the curtains over the windows. And remember – they are in here with Mister
Blue.”
“Whtsshpnnnenkthreen,”
Suzanne mumbled, Katherine shaking her head as she watched her mother leave,
and then they heard the masked Mr Black saying “right – get them in here.”
“Walk,” he said
as they slowly stood up, Katherine looking at Suanne as her tie held her hair
to the head, before they all walked in, Mrs Baker watching as she sat in a
brown leather armchair.
“You – sit
down, hands on your head,” Mr Black said to Suzanne as he waved his gun to one
end of a matching long settee, Suzanne nodding as she sat down. Mr Blue put his bag down, opened it, and
handed a length of white cord to Emily.
“Hands behind
your back,” Mr Black said to Katherine, and as she did so she heard Mr Blue say
“tie her wrists together the way I tell you to – and no mistakes, understand?”
“Enndrrstunndd,”
Emily said as she doubled the rope over under his instruction, and then wrapped
it around Katherine’s wrists, pulling them firmly together as the rope went
around and between her arms, and then was tied off. She was then pushed to the other side of the
couch, Mrs Baker saying “please, don’t hurt her,” as she fell heavily into the
seat.
“Now her
ankles,” Mr Blue said as he handed Emily a second length of rope, the girl
nodding as she knelt down and whispered “msrreee” as she tied her friend’s
ankles together. Katherine watched as
the rope seemed to sink into the soft suede, as Emily took it around and
between both legs, and then tied it off behind her.
She tried to move
her ankles, but they were held firmly together, as the masked men made Suzanne
bind Emily’s wrists and ankles in the same way, and then she in turn was tied
by Mr Black, all three of them sitting side by side on the couch as they tried
to move. The sound of leather squeaking
on leather made Mr Blue laugh, as he said “sit still girlies – or we may have
to make sure you really cannot move.”
“Why are you
doing this,” Mrs Baker asked, and Mr Black smiled as he said “we’ll tell you
later. Right now…”
The doorbell
ringing made both me n look up, as Mr Blue stood behind the three girls, the
shotgun in his hands as he said “whoever they are, get rid of them – quickly.”
As she nodded
and stood up, the three girls looked at each other, too scared to do anything
as they heard Mrs Baker open the front door, talk for a few minutes, and then
come in holding various letters.
“It was just
the postman,” she whispered as she put them on a side table.
“Right then,”
Mr Black said as he sat down, the shotgun on his lap, “we could do with a cup
of tea. Go with Mr Blue and make a pot,
will you love?”
The clock was
showing eleven am as Katherine tried moving again, to little avail, when the
telephone rang.
“Keep fucking
quiet,” Mr Black growled as Mrs Baker slowly stood up, and walked to the
telephone in the front hall.
“Black
residence?”
As Katherine
watched, her mother came back in and said “they want to talk to Mr Blue.” He nodded as he stood up and went outside.
“Hello?
“No, we’re all
good here. How about at your location?
“Understood. We’ll get her to make the call in thirty
minutes, and then we move on.”
“Whhhrrthtlknntt,”
Emily mumbled as she looked at Katherine, but the young girl shook her head as
she tried to move her wrists.
“Understood –
we’ll await your call,” Mr Blue said before the phone went dead. As he came back in, Mrs Baker said “look, just
take what you want and go…”
“Oh we are
going to take what we want before we go,” Mr Blue said as the other masked man
snorted, “but what we want is not here, it is at your husband’s place of work.”
“My…”
“That’s right,”
Mr Blue said with a smile, “and you get to tell him.”
“I won’t do
it…”
“Oh dear,” Mr
Blue said as Mr Black stood up, and walked over to Katherine, “I thought we had
established the ground rules Mrs Baker.
Do we need to remind you – or rather, do your daughter or one of her
friends…”
“Mmeednnntt,”
Katherine called out, shaking her head as she looked at Mr Black. The panties were now a wet sodden mass on her
tongue, and her jaws ached from the pressure her tie was exerting on them.
“All right, all
right,” the older woman said quietly, “what do you want me to say?”
“We’ll tell you
when the time comes – but now, it’s time to make the teenagers more
secure. Mr Black – bind their legs.”
Suzanne watched
as the masked man took three lengths of rope from the bag, and knelt down
beside her, doubling one length over and then passing it round her legs below
her knees. As she watched, he forced
them together, the band of rope sitting above the top of her boots as he passed
it round several times, then took the ends between her legs before ting the
ends off behind her knees.
He moved over
and did the same to Emily, and then to Katherine, all three of them struggling
more as their legs were held together, leather, suede and rope rubbing on
leather and suede.
“Why are you
doing this?”
“Because,” Mr
Blue sneered as he looked at Mrs Baker, “because we have the guns and because
we fucking well CAN! Now, any more smart
arse comments? No? GOOD!”
Katherine
watched her mother as she looked at the three girls – and then gasped as Mr
Black took a long length of rope, and passed it round her upper body, pulling
her arms into her sides as it sat under her chest. When she had removed her tie, she had left
the top button on her blouse undone, but as he wrapped the rope around her he
framed her chest in two bands of rope, pulling her cardigan to the sides and
stretching her blouse as her breasts were forced up and out.
“Hmmmgdddd,”
she groaned as the ropes rubbed on her, before Mr Black tied the ends off, and
then used two smaller lengths between her arms and her body, making the
bindings even tighter as the second button on her blouse came undone, revealing
the top of her bra.
“Please,
they’re just babies,” Mrs Baker said as he moved over to Emily, and started to
bind her upper bod in the same way as her friend.
“They’re not
really babies,” Mr Blue said quietly, “they are young women – and unless you want
us to get really rough with them, you’ll keep quiet. Now, this is what you are going to say…”
The clock was
showing two as Katherine heard her mother on the phone.
“That’s right
Donald – there are two armed men in the house, and they are holding me,
Katherine and two of her friends hostage.
They said someone is going to call in fifteen minutes, and unless you do
as they say, we’ll be hurt.
“We’re all fine
at the moment – Katherine cannot speak to you, but she and her friends are
unhurt. Please, do as they say Donald –
I don’t want you or any of us to get hurt in any way.
“They say if
the police turn up, there or here, or they hear they have been called, they…”
Katherine saw
her mother look in, the handset to her head, as she said “All right then – I
love you Donald.” She was then pushed
back into the room, as Mr Black took more rope from the bag, and pulled her
arms behind her back.
“Sssdeddelrhttmmee,”
Katherine mumbled as she watched the masked man tie her mother’s wrists
together behind her back. Mrs Baker
nodded as she said “he is – e says you need to be brave for a little while
longer.”
The three girls
nodded, sweat stains appearing at their chests, as they watched the masked man
take a longer length of rope, and bind Mrs Baker’s arms tightly to her sides,
the ropes stretching her dress as he chest was forced up and out as well. As he did this, Mr Blue went to the bag, and
took out a roll of brown sticking plaster, about two inches wide.
“What – what is
that for,” she asked as she felt the rope tighten even more, as the end was fed
under her left arm, up and around the back of her neck, and then under the
right arm as the three younger girls squirmed in their seats.
“to make sure you
all stay fucking quiet,” Mr Blue said as he quickly tore a long strip off, and
pressed it over Katherine’s mouth, covering and sealing her lips as she said
“hmmggddnnnn…” He did the same to the
other two teenagers, as Mr Black made Mrs Baker kneel, and then lie face down
on the sheepskin rug on the floor, crossing her ankles before he started to bind
them together.
“and unless you
want these little ladies to be the same as you, you’ll shut the fuck up as
well,” Mr Blue snarled as the older woman’s ankles and legs were tied together,
then her legs bent as her ankles were tied to the chest ropes with a last piece
of rope.
“Open wide,” Mr
Blue said as he pulled back on Mrs Baker’s hair, the three girls giving muffled
screams as they watched him push a pair of panties into the older woman’s
mouth, and then covering her lips with a strip of sticking plaster before they
both sat down. Mrs Baker rolled onto her
side, looking at the three teenagers as she said “jsttbbrrfffelttlwhllngr…”
“Right,” Mr
Black said as he sat down again, “now we wait…”
The grandfather
clock in the hallway struck four as the telephone rang once, went quiet, and
then rang again. Mr Blue walked out and
picked it up on the third ring.
“Yes?
“Good – make
sure he knows not to raise the alarm for thirty minutes, and get out of there.”
Mrs Baker rolled
over and watched as the call ended, and then the masked man walked back in,
dropping the telephone set on the chair as the end of the wire fell onto the
floor.
Katherine’s
eyes were red from the crying now, as she mumbled “ssttfrrr?”
Suzanne and
Emily both watched as the masked men looked at each other, and then left the
room, closing the door behind themselves before all four heard the front door
open and close. Emily started to wriggle
round, the ropes rubbing on her as her blouse came undone, trying to find some give
in the ropes as the others followed suit, trying to call for help as the ropes
rubbed, the sound of leather filling the air…
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