Seventies Bound: Squeak
Hamburg
1978
Greta smiled as
she left the University library, and made her way across the courtyard, knowing
the way some of the young men were looking at her. She was twenty years old, and supremely self-confident
– to the extent that she dressed exactly the way she wanted to. She felt it made a statement about her, and besides
– she liked the feel of leather on her skin.
Hence the tight
black leather treasures she was wearing, the lower legs tucked into an equally
tight pair of black leather boots which came up just over her knees, the short
heels clicking on the concrete ground. A
think black leather belt was fastened round her waist, with a silver buckle at
the front.
She was also
wearing a V-necked sweater in black, with grey shoulders, just enough of her chest
showing to entice others. Her chestnut
red hair was cut into a bob, as she looked out through thin steel rimmed
glasses.
The cool breeze
refreshed her as she made her way towards the U-Bahn, her books cradled in her
arms as she made her way along…
“Mother? I’m
home?”
“Hello
darling,” Anna said as she looked out from the kitchen to see Greta come
in. “I’m just cooking some food before I
get ready for work.”
“You are the
manager at the club tonight?”
“I am – so I
need to be suitably attired,” Anna said as she dried her hands. She was wearing a white blouse and jeans, as
Greta sat down and she handed her a plate of food. “So eat up, while I go and start to get
ready.”
Greta nodded as
her mother walked up the stairs, and she heard the water running for her bath,
before she continued to eat her meal. If
her mother was getting ready to do her job as a club manager, then she would
not be the only one wearing leather tonight.
Anna smiled as
she slipped into the scented bath water, smiling as she relaxed. Once she had bathed, she would dry herself
off, apply the scented talcum powder, and then don the uniform…
Greta smiled as
she put the LP onto the turntable, putting the needle down on the first groove
as the sound of the Stranglers came out of the large speakers, before she lay
on her side on the floor and opened her first text book. She could hear her mother moving upstairs,
but needed to make a start on her next assignment.
She was soon
engrossed in the work, concentrating as the music filled her ears – so the
first she knew of the turn the evening would take was when the heavy gloved
hand was clamped over her mouth and she was rolled onto her back. As she looked up, she saw the two men standing
there, wearing black leather jackets and dark trousers – and balaclava masks
over their heads.
“Not a word,”
one of the men said as she looked at him, seeing the menace in his eyes as his
partner kept his gloved hand over her mouth.
“Where is your mother?” Greta glanced
upstairs as the second man said “we need to keep you quiet and down here – so
when I take my hand away, open your mouth.”
Greta slowly
nodded as he took the gloved hand away, opening her mouth and then surprised as
he pushed a red rubber ball between her teeth, and then pressed a length of
brown sticking plaster down over her mouth, covering the ball and her lips.
“Whttdhuhwhnt,”
Greta mumbled, surprised at how effectively she had been silenced as she was
forced to her knees, one of the masked men kneeling behind her and pulling her
arms behind her as she felt some form of rope being used to force her wrists
together. It was rough, and rubbed on
her bare flesh, but he was strong, and the binding was tight…
She grunted as
the rope was pulled tight once more, and then called out as she saw the rough
brown rope around her body, pulled tight as her arms were forced into her sides
and then even more tightly held as a second band was formed above her chest. The rope went round and round, pressing down
and forcing her chest up and out, her jumper stretching over her chest as the
bands got tighter and tighter…
“Whhruuhhh,”
she moaned as she felt the bands tighten even more, and then the rope as it
went under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and under the other
arm. She groaned as she wriggled round,
the tight bands of rough rope rubbing on her as she did so, and she wondered
what they would do next.
What Greta was
not expecting was the band of thicker white rope that the other man tied round
her waist leaving a long length in front of her – and then watched as he tied
the rope round a small white lozenge shaped object.
“Whttsthttt,”
Greta mumbled – and then she saw a hand appear between her legs, and the rope
pulled quickly between them as the object was pressed down over her trousers
between her legs – but she could feel the strange vibrations against the
leather as the rope was pulled up, and wondered why it felt so good as the rope
was tied around the bands holding her arms in place.
It was the
strangest of feelings – pleasant, and distracting, as the Stranglers continued
to play, and she was forced to lie face down on the floor, one of the men
holding her legs up and crossing her ankles as the other one started to bind
them tightly together with more of the brown rope.
That buzzing
was having the strangest effect on her, it felt so nice and yet she was being
immobilised, as the man took another length of the rope and secure her legs
together below her knees, taking the rope between her legs and making it even
tighter. There was something else – a
soft fire that was starting to burn inside her, and she was not sure why.
Btu as her
ankles were pulled further back, she felt them been secured to another rope –
and as she tried to move that rope, she heard the soft squeaking sound of
leather rubbing on leather, the rope rubbing her between her legs and the
device moving over her as her eyes opened wide.
“Hdhrrlhrdd”
Greta moaned as her body started to twitch, the men leaving her lying on her
side on the mat as they both left and walked up the stairs…
Anna smiled as
she looked at herself in the mirror, turning from side to side as the soft red
leather moved with her. The leather cat suit
was open at the front, the collar turned up and a peek of her black bra
visible, her wavy brown hair falling over the shoulders.
The legs of her
cat suit were tucked into a pair of thigh high black leather boots with a four
inch heel – the club she was the manageress of required their staff to be
appropriately dressed. She nodded as she
turned round – and then saw the two men wearing balaclava masks standing there,
one holding a bag as the other said “not a word lady – your daughter is already
secured downstairs, and you don’t want her to be hurt, do you?”
Anna slowly
shook her head, the scent of the talcum powder she had used to ease her
dressing heavy in the air as the masked man put his bag on the bed, and took
out a length of brown rope, walking behind the woman and pulling her arms
behind her back before he wrapped it round her arms at the elbows before they
were forced together.
“What do you
want,” she said quietly as she felt the rope around and between her arms, binding
them tightly together before the man took a second length of rope and started to
bind her wrists together.
“Two things
really,” the other man said with a smile as he looked at her, “your jewels, and
the keys to the club safe.” Anna grunted
as the rope rubbed on her bare wrists, before she said “and if I give you them,
you will leave us unharmed.”
“If you don’t I
cannot guarantee anything,” he said quietly, Anna grunting again as the rope
was tied off, and then a much longer length was passed round her body. The brown contrasted with the deep crimson
red of her catsuit, and the rope squeaked as it rubbed on her while it was pulled
tight, her arms forced even more against her back as her chest was forced up
and out.
More worryingly
for her, she could hear the zip lower slightly in front of her, the rough rope
rubbing on the top of her chest as it was made far more prominent in front of
her. It was made worse when the man took
the rope over one shoulder and handed it to his partner, who fed the rope under
the lower band between her breasts and handed it back. As it was pulled up, her chest was gripped
more firmly, Anna gasping at the sensations that started to run through her as
the rope got tighter and tighter.
“In… In the drawer and in… In the bag,” she gasped as she tried to
control the sensations that were starting to run through her. She wondered what had happened to Greta, as
another length of rope was tied round her waist – and then she saw the red lozenge
that the masked man was tying to the rope in front of her.
“Oh my god,”
she whispered, “You can’t be serious, can you?”
He just looked
at her and smiled, before a hand reached round and gripped her chest firmly. Anna opened her mouth to scream – but the
sound was muffled as a black ball was pushed into her mouth, the leather straps
taken round her head and secured at the base of her neck as she struggled.
It was useless,
however, as a hand went between her legs and pulled the rope up, the red device
pressed firmly on the leather between her legs as the ends were secured to the
rope around her elbows. Anna squirmed
round, the sound of leather rubbing under rope now added to by the soft bussing
sound she could hear – and the buzz of the device as it moved on the leather…
The way it was
making her feel as she was pushed face down on the bed, and she looked back, a
line of drool starting to run down her cheek as one of the masked men crossed
her ankles, and the other started to bind her ankles together with the brown
rope.
Greta wasn’t
sure what was happening, as her body started to shake. She twisted round, the squeak from the leather
increasing with each struggle, but whatever that device was, it was making her
feel so strange, so different, and there was nothing she could do to stop
it. She was also aware of a dampness
between her legs, a new sensation for her, and it just seemed to add to her
awareness, her struggles, her…
“HSWHTHLHRRRDD”
Greta’s eyes
opened wide as her whole body started to shake, and she screamed out into the
gag, unable to make much more sound as a fire swept over her and she shook, twisted,
convulsed - and then collapsed into a heap, panting through her nose as the
buzzing continued…
“Hshwwhtlhrrddd”
Anna grunted as
her ankles were pulled back, the ropes around her ankles and below her knees
holding her legs firmly together, while the man used another length of rope to secure
her ankles to the rope running between her legs. She tried to move them, but it made the rope
rub on her, the device rub on her, the squeaking get louder – and she was aware
of the effect the device was having on her as she let out a long, loud moan.
“Get the
jewels,” the man said as Anna fell over onto her side, watching as one of the
masked men raided her drawers, while the other looked in her bag. The ropes were holding her tight, as she
twisted round, but it was the one between her legs, the one with that small,
powerful device on it, that was giving her the most distraction…
Her body
started to shake as the zip moved further and further down with her struggling,
exposing more of her bra as the ropes rubbed on her flesh, then her panties as
she kept twisting round – and the device pressed on the silk as a soft cloud of
talcum powder slowly rose from the bed.
She was unable
to stop them as they walked out of the room, before the rope started to rub on
her there, the device as well, and her whole body started to shake and quiver
in response…
One month later
Great and Anna
watched the reconstruction on Aktenzeichen XY, with one or two details changed,
before the descriptions of the two men went up, Eduard Zimmermann describing
what the police wanted.
“How much did
they get away with from the club, Mother?”
“Five thousand
Marks – and my jewels, but… That wasn’t
the worst thing?”
Greta nodded as
she said “what was?”
“They ruined my
boots and catsuit – want to go shopping this weekend for both of us?”
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