Samantha and Harold were sound asleep on a Sunday morning. The two masked figures moved through the house silently, knowing exactly what they were going to do. The two figures slipped into the bedrooms, and quickly twisted Samantha and Harold's arms behind their backs. The couple woke up immediately, and started to scream for help. After the two masked figures bound their hands, they ball gagged the two hostages, and began to tie their ankles.
"We just wanted to thank you," Said the first masked figure, "for so willingly giving us your house."
He took off his mask to reveal a clean shaven, well groomed face. His accomplice also took off her mask, revealing a young attractive female with thick brown hair.
"Yeah," she said. "We really appreciate it."
"Let's lay down the ground rules," the man said, as he went through their drawers. "We own your house now, and everything in it."
"That includes you two. Rule two: No names. We already know who you are, you are simply to refer to us as your king and queen."
"Rule three," The King continued. "You do whatever we tell you to do. There are no other options and there are no negotiations."
"You guys are our little slaves for as long as we want!" She laughed heartily. "Now, what do you think we should do with them?"
"I'm thinking we tie them up a little bit better before we make ourselves more comfortable."
"You folks have a lovely house," The Queen sighed. "I guess I should say, WE have a lovely house, right, hun?"
"You got that right, babe. Now, we're gonna do this with no fighting, you go it?"
Both Samantha and Harold nodded. The King walked over to Harold as the Queen began untying Samantha's wrists.
"Leave the gags in, what do you think?" The King asked.
"Most definitely. Sammy here looks just so adorable in this gag. I could just eat her up," The Queen teased.
After The King untied Harold's wrists, Harold jumped up, and tried to attack him. The King leveled him with a punch, and Sammy screamed into her gag.
"Oh, shut up," The Queen pulled Sammy's hair. "He knew the rules."
"Yeah, and now, he's gonna regret it."
The King bent down, and forcefully jerked Harolds hands behind his back. He grabbed a roll of duct tape off of a clip on his belt, and tightly and quickly wrapped his wrists and hands with it. He pulled him to his feet, and brought him to the closet of the bedroom. He forced him to bend over, and wrapped his hands to one of the clothes racks with duct tape. He also wrapped his feet more heavily, and then wrapped tape around his head, over his ball gag as well.
"Now, she gets punished, too," He came out of the closet, and grabbed her. "Let's go out to the garage."
After they set Samantha down on a stool in the garage, The Queen went back inside while The King went out to their van to get more rope.
"We're gonna teach you and your husband some respect," he said as he came back and started tying her wrists. "And I really hope it takes a long time to do so."
After he tied her elbows as close as they could be and wrapped rope around her chest, pinning her arms, he laid her down flat on the floor. He pulled her legs up and tied her in a strict hogtie, also tying her long red hair into the design. After he was finished, he picked her up by the rope, which pulled her hair, making her shriek, and put her in the trunk of her own car.
"You can sit in here for a couple hours, and think about how you can respect us better. Got it, slave?"
Samantha just whimpered into her gag.
The King slammed the trunk, and went back inside.
To be continued.