The Danish Affair
As Clara
looked round the living room of her house, set in the suburbs of Aarhus, she
smiled to herself. Her husband was out,
and she was all set for her friends to visit and talk over their plans for the
upcoming festival.
Picking up
the paper, she read briefly the article on the Montreal Olympics, sitting in
the low couch as she did so. The coffee
was brewing in the kitchen, and she was wearing a brand new outfit she had purchased
a few weeks before. It consisted of a
brown sweater with a folded neck, a small waistcoat with black stripes on the
brown material, and a matching knee length skirt with a silver buckle on the
belt.
Her reading
was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Standing up, she walked to the door and opened it.
“Sonja – come
in, come in please,” she said as she stood to one side, allowing Sonja to come
in. The tall blonde was wearing a long
brown dress, with an open collar and a row of buttons down from the neck, but
actually fastened by a short zip which ended at the waist. Clara could see the brown suede hot pants her
friend was wearing underneath, as she walked in, her wedge sandals hitting the
wooden floor.
“How could I
refuse an invitation to coffee and cake,” Sonja said with a smile as she went
and sat down. As she crossed her legs,
the dress parted, her modesty only protected by the tight suede shorts.
“Here we go,”
Clara said as she handed her friend a small cup of black coffee, and then
turned as the doorbell rang. “One
moment,” she said as she went to the door, returning with a third woman with long
brown hair, her gentle curls falling down her back.
“Astrid, you
made it,” Sonja said as she stood up and hugged the new arrival. She was wearing a high necked jersey dress,
with horizontal brown and coloured stripes.
The skirt of the dress came to below her knees, but there was a brown
stripe with buttons from her navel to the hem, the lower buttons undone to
allow her to move. She also wore a pair
of knee length laced suede boots in grey and white.
“So what
cakes do we have today,” Astrid said as she sat down, smiling as Clara handed
her a coffee.
“We have the
usual selection,” she said as she sat as well, “but I want to catch up on the
gossip first. Is it true about the
Mordens?”
“It is – I understand
a quiet wedding for their little girl is imminent, and the other family will
keep them right.”
“And we are
meant to be the liberated generation?”
“We reap what
we sow dear,” Astrid said with a laugh.
“Come on Clara bring out the cakes.”
“All right,
all right, I’ll go and...” As Clara
stood up, she looked out of the large windows behind her two guests, her face
paling as her coffee cup dropped to the floor.
“Clara, what
is....
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Shut the
hell up,” the masked man said as he walked in, pointing a sawn off shotgun at
the three women as two others followed him in.
They wore black sweaters and jeans, their masks balaclavas that only
showed their eyes and mouths, black gloves on their hands – and two were armed
with the shotguns, the barrels cut to the hilt.
Astrid and
Sonja slowly stood up and joined Clara as the man smiled. “Right,” he said as a large canvas bag was
dropped on the floor. “Just keep fucking
quiet, and do as you’re fucking told, got it?”
The three
whimpered and nodded as they held each other.
“Right – you two, get their arms secured”
“Who are
you,” Astrid finally whispered as one of the men yanked her arms behind her
back, and she felt rough rope as it was pulled tightly around her crossed
wrists. “Hey – that hurts!”
“Shut it,”
the man behind Sonja growled as she bound her wrists tightly, “or I’ll shut it
for you.”
“You wouldn’t
dare,” Astrid said, “you’re just big fucnkgkgnsarwddssswhttthhhh.” Her mumbled curses were quietened by the
large cloth the man had stuffed into her mouth, the red edges sticking out from
between her lips as the shotgun was pointed at her head.
“Keep that in
there, or you die,” he whispered quietly, Astrid nodding as a tear started to
move down her cheek.
“Please,”
Clara said quietly as the man secured her wrists, “what is this about?”
“Good
question, baby – tie their arms now.”
“oh god,”
Sonja whispered as the man wound rough brown rope around her upper body,
trapping her arms to her sides as it went above and below her chest, forcing
her breasts out as the zip fastening parted slightly.
“Something to
say, bitch?”
Looking at
Astrid, Sonja slowly shook her head, not wanting to say exactly how those ropes
were making her feel at that point – or how she felt as she watched Astrid’s
chest been thrust out as her arms were bound to her chest in the same way.
“You’re
coming with me,” the man facing them said as he grabbed Clara by the arm and
forced her to follow him, “keep them occupied, and rip the telephone from the
wall.”
As one of the
remaining men ripped the telephone from the wall, the other one reached round,
groping Astrid’s chest as he looked at Sonja.
The woman heard her friend’s muted gasps and groans, as he said “this is
turning you on, isn’t it?”
“Please, don’t
hurt her...”
“Interesting
– you said her, not us. Give her a
reward.”
Sonja felt
the rope pass round her waist, forcing her wrists against her back, and then as
he walked round and bound it at the front, she wondered what was
happening. As he knelt down, she felt
his hand on her bare thighs, and then said “Oh merciful lord...” as he pulled
the rope between her legs, the rear of her skirt pulled up as it pressed down
on her hot pants, the pressure making her moan out loud as it rubbed against
her.
“Whtruddngnthrrr,”
Astrid mumbled as she looked at the expression in her friend’s eyes, while the
man tied the rope to her back.
“Let me show
you,” the man behind her said as he tied a crotch rope on her as well, making the
skirt ride up as it pressed against her bare clit. She closed her eyes as he pulled the rope
tight, and then opened them again, seeing the way Sonja was looking at her.
“Well, now, I
think these two want to be together,” the masked man chuckled as he pulled open
their skirts. Pressing the ropes against
their crotches, they listened to their moans as he said “Oh yes – let’s keep
them together.”
“No –
please....”
“Shhh,” the
man said as he pushed a cloth into Sonja’s mouth, and both women then heard the
sound of sticking plaster as it was ripped off a roll, and pressed firmly down
over their lips, and they were forced to kneel in front of each other.
“Please, I’ve
opened the safe, what else do you want me to do,” Clara sobbed as the man
emptied the contents quickly into his bag, “please...”
“Keep quiet,”
he growled as he looked at the young woman.
Carla was sat in an office chair, her breasts bouncing in the bands of
rope as she struggled to get free. As he
looked over, he licked his lips slightly, Clara stopping as she saw the way he
looked at him.
“What... Why are you looking at me like that...”
The man
walked over as she tried to push herself back, and then pressed his hands into
her chest, as eh roughly kissed her neck and chest.
As she felt
the pressure, his fingers groping, squeezing, she started to scream out
“NOOOOOO!!! PLEASE GOD DON’T DO THIS!!!”
“You have no
choice in the matter,” he growled as he pushed his hand under her skirt,
feeling her crotch as she wriggled round.
With one movement, he ripped her panties off, and then stuffed them into
her mouth, grabbing a roll of clear tape from the office desk and wrapping it
tightly round her head to keep them in.
“Hwttrllrdddplsnnnn”
she said as he pulled her to the floor, pulling her skirt up as he used his
finger on her, making her scream out as the gag muffled her fears, her
struggles only seeming to excite him as he unbuckled his own pants...
Sonja and
Astrid moaned as they rubbed against each other, the chests pressed tightly
together by the rope around their bodies.
They were
lying on the floor, their legs wrapped around each other and their ankles
bound, while their legs were secured together at their knees. As they wriggled round, their pants grew
louder, as the ropes rubbed on those parts of their body that were incredibly, ridiculously
sensitive bodies.
Astrid looked
into Sonja’s eyes, a smile under the tape as she nodded, her eyes closing as
Sonja gently pressed her gagged lips against Astrid’s. They both moaned as they rubbed their mouths
together, their bodies heating up as they moved together, the ropes taking them
to a height neither had experienced in their lives.
Astrid voted
about her husband, and what he might say.
Sonja was thinking about Michel, and what he might have to say, but as
they moved closer and closer they gave into their base instincts. Their eyes shot open as they shook, and then
collapsed, unaware of the two men watching over them.
Carla sobbed
as the man stood up, having tied her legs tightly together. “Your husband is a real lucky guy,” he said
as he brushed her hair back, and left her alone.
She could
hear the house fall silent, and rolled over and sat herself up, pushing herself
along the wooden floor to where her friends were lying on the floor, moaning
quietly as they pulled on their ropes...
“Oh this is ridiculous – this passed
for entertainment at the time?”
“Hey,” Joann said as she stopped the
DVD, “this was considered a real classic of the time.”
“When our grandparents were that age,
yes,” Sasha said quietly. “But the
violence, the guns...”
“It was the only way it could get made
as a mainstream film – the rest of the film is her getting her revenge.”
Sasha shook her head as she pulled on
the ropes holding her wrists to the armrests.
Her ankles were tightly tied together over her black boots, her legs
secured below her knees, the red tights compressed underneath.
“I’m going to be forced to watch this
now, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are,” Joann said as she
pressed the micropore tape over Sasha’s mouth, and then started the film
again. “And when you get excited, I’ll
help...”
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