Pollyanna

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Jul 26, 2013 5:36 am

Pollyanna stood in the middle of a bridge, looking down into the goldfish-pond beneath. She was dressed in a deep-blue, long-sleeved knee-length satin dress, with several layers of tulle underneath and lace on the collar and wrists; a white ribbon was tied in her shoulder-length dark-brown hair, forming a bow behind her head and a much longer, much wider white ribbon was wound several times tightly around her waist, and tied together behind her back in a huge bow-tie. Her legs were covered in white over the knee cotton stockings, and she wore black leather ankle-boots.
She supported her elbows on the rail, and held her chin in her hands, as she longingly watched the other kids, mostly dressed in swim-trunks and bathing-suits, some with tank-tops, others without, all of them bare-foot, run around playing in the grass, or taking a swim in a nearby pool.
She heard someone come onto the bridge and stand beside her.
“You long to be one of them kids, eh? Just for an hour, or maybe even only fifteen minutes,” Harry said, with a deep voice. He was a giant of a man in his late fifties, gardener, and her closest confidante, whom she trusted completely.
“Yes,” she sighed deeply, “yes I do, but I know Mrs. Hodgkin never would allow it.”
Harry grunted and she could hear him turn around to face her.
“Who said anything about asking her for permission?” He winked at her, suddenly having a prankish look in his eyes. “You come down to my cabin tonight miss, and I can guarantee you’ll be having as much fun as them kids, if not more.”

Mrs. Hodgkin, who had been hired to look after the young girl as her parents were on a long trip abroad, looked at the watch on the mantle and said; “It’s late, dear; off to bed, you have a busy day ahead of you.”
“Yes, Mrs. Hodgkin!” Pollyanna politely answered, but in reality she was close to tears as she knew Mrs. Hodgkin’s idea of ‘being busy’ was spending the day reading boring books or playing pointless card-games, and the night doing needle-work, with only oil-lamps to light up the room! They of course had electricity, but as soon as they were alone, Mrs. Hodgkin had turned the master-switch off saying she believed electric light was bad for her eyes.

Pollyanna lay fully clothed in her bed waiting to hear Mrs. Hodgkin go to bed. Then she waited a bit longer, just to be sure, and sneaked out of the house. She ran down to Harrys’ cabin and knocked on the door.
“I thought she’d never go to bed,” she gasped when it opened, “but here I am; finally!”
“I can see that, miss!” Harry grunted.
He showed her inside, with a wave of his giant hand. Hanging from the back of a chair in the small living-room/kitchen were some bundles of rope, and on the table were bandanas and handkerchiefs. When she asked him what the rope was used for, he told her it was used to tie things together.
“I’ll show you, miss,” he said. “Hold out your hands and put the palms together.”
She did as he told her and he took a piece of rope, and wound it loosely around her wrists.
“How’s that, miss?” he asked.
She looked at her hands and thought for a moment.
“It feels kind of nice actually,” she replied. “Can you do it again, but firmer this time?”
“Sure can, miss. You just tell me if it gets uncomfortable.” He took off the rope and wound it around her wrists again, tighter this time.
“That’s more like it! Mmm, I really like it! Now, could you tie them together behind my back?”
“I sure can!” Harry was secretly delighted the poor young girl had found something that could make her miserable life in the house more bearable.

They experimented for quite a while with different ties, some Pollyanna thought were nice, others not so much, before she asked:
“Could you put one of those handkerchiefs in my mouth? I’ve seen it done on TV, and I’ve been dying to try! It looks uncomfortable, but you make such funny noises with one stuffed in your mouth.”
He did as she asked, then said: “A bandana is used to be extra sure it stays in, and is not accidentally pushed out.” He took one from the table, and wound it around her head, knotting it off behind it.
He checked she could breathe all right; then asked:
“Would you like me to tie your hands behind your back again?”
She looked at him, wide-eyed. What was he up to, really? She decided he was what he appeared to be; a harmless gardener helping her have a good time; which she undoubtedly had!
Now, he said: “Tell you what, miss; if you sit down in that chair over there I could tie your knees and feet together, and a blindfold over your eyes and you can pretend you’re kidnapped. “
Hesitantly, she nodded, and let him tie her up and put a bandana over her eyes.

To her horror, she suddenly heard the door open and Mrs. Hodgkin’s voice saying:
“So; there you are Pollyanna. I’ve been looking all over for you! I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your touch, Harry. Could you please carry her up to the house and put her on her bed? I will talk to her in the morning. Oh, and don’t forget to bring some extra rope.”
Harry carried her up to the house, and put her on her bed, as he was told to. She expected him to take the ropes binding her off, which he did; but then he tied her hands in front of her and made her lift them over her head, before tying them to the bars in the head-board. He stretched her legs out, took her boots off, and tied her ankles together and to the bars at the foot-end. Before he left, he took the gag out. “It’s much too dangerous to have something loose in your mouth, while you sleep.” he explained.

She tried to move around, but found that she couldn’t.
She could hear him chuckle: “I’ve done a proper job this time, miss. You’re not likely to get out of that bed until Mrs. Hodgkin comes and sets you free in the morning. If she sets you free, that is! And don’t worry; I’ll explain everything to her.” She could hear him stomp out of the room and close the door.
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Re: Pollyanna

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Jul 28, 2013 6:28 am

The next morning, Mrs. Hodgkin came and freed Pollyanna from the bed and took off the blindfold. When she returned to her room after having used the bath-room, she found the older woman, as usual, had put a long-sleeved satin dress, this one lemony-yellow with white dots all over it, on her bed together with the usual amount of tulle petticoats and white cotton over-the-knee stockings and her black ankle-boots.
She tied her hair back with the ribbon, and went to get Mrs. Hodgkin’s help to wind the ribbon around her waist and tie it in a bow.

When they sat at the table, Mrs. Hodgkin started muttering. Then she said:
“I had hoped to be the one to introduce you to the world of ropes and chains! But as Harry seems to have beaten me to it, I might as well continue where he left off. I saw he had tied your hands, knees and feet. Did you enjoy that, child?”
“Yes, I did Mrs. Hodgkin,” Pollyanna politely replied, “very much.”
Mrs. Hodgkin snorted and looked sternly at the young girl.
“When you have finished wolfing down your breakfast, I want you to go into the living-room, and sit down in the high-backed chair. I will have to go into town and pick up a few things; for that reason I will have to tie you to the chair, blindfold and gag you and call Harry to come and watch you. The trip shouldn’t take more than one hour, and when I come back, I will have him install a few things, before I release you. But before you do, you will tell me why you went down to see him last night.”
“I was bored,” Pollyanna answered and shivered. “He told me he’d give me a good time; and he did!”
“That’s pretty much what he told me, too. Very well then, child; if you have finished, go and do as you’re told!”
Pollyanna left the table and walked hesitantly out of the room, followed by the stern old lady.

When her wrists and ankles had been tied to the frame of the chair, and a gag and blindfold put in place, she heard Mrs. Hodgkin pick up the phone and dial a number. After a few seconds, she overheard this semi-conversation:
“Harry? Could you come up to the house at once and guard the girl, while I go into town? Your attempt to cheer her up last night has forced me to go ahead with my plan much quicker than I would have liked. Furthermore; the things I said I wanted installed in the house: I want them put in place today, but not until I return. Yes, she is tied to a chair, and wearing a gag, and blindfold.”
Then the door opened and closed, and Pollyanna was alone. But not for long: a very short while later it opened again, and she heard heavy footsteps.
“Ah; there you are!” she heard the familiar voice of Harry. She heard him sit down, and they started talking about last night. Well, obviously he talked; she nodded, shook her head, or just shrugged, in response to his questions.

Eventually Mrs. Hodgkin returned, and seemed to dump several boxes and bags on the floor. Then, the following conversation took place:
Harry: “Did you really have to get them antiquities out of storage, Liza?”
Mrs. Hodgkin: “Yes, because of you, I did! But don’t worry; in a couple of days she will get new ones. And it’s Mrs. Hodgkin nowadays, thank you!”
Harry (groaning): “I sure hope so. And I also hope, for her sake, they’re lighter than these! These, you thought, were too heavy for you and you were older, and had quite a bit more muscles than she to begin with.”
Mrs. Hodgkin:” They ought to be. Let’s make a deal: if either you or I notice her being really uncomfortable during the day, we tell the other one and switch back to ropes; at least for a while. How does that sound?”
Harry:” Sounds good to me. I’ll put these in her room then, shall I?”
Mrs. Hodgkin:” Yes. No, not those; those are for the bath-room; remember?”
Harry (in dreamy voice): “Mm: how could I ever forget? *sigh*”
Mrs. Hodgkin (giggling): “You are nothing but a naughty little boy, Harry; and for that, I love you!”
Harry:” The feeling is mutual, Li--, um Mrs. Hodgkin, I mean! I’ll leave you two alone for while then. Maybe you could put those on her, while I put these where they’re supposed to be.”
Mrs. Hodgkin: “You do that, Harry. I think the holes for the hooks are still where your dad put them, if my late husband hasn’t filled them with something.”
Harry: “Not to worry. I still remember, roughly, where they were.”
Mrs. Hodgkin: “You very well should! You made use of those hooks often enough!”
Harry (laughing):” Yes that’s right, I did; didn’t I? But I don’t seem to remember you protesting.” Then, the door closed.

Pollyanna could hear Mrs. Hodgkin move around the room for a while, before getting close to her chair.
“Now, child; I am going to free you from the chair. When you are free, you will stand up, take a step away from it, put your hands together in front of you, and spread your legs a bit.”
Pollyanna did as she was told, and felt something cold and heavy being put on her wrists and ankles. Something heavy was locked around her waist, and she was suddenly unable to move her wrists away from her body.
Mrs. Hodgkin grabbed her arm and made her walk a few steps, which was hard as whatever it was around her ankles was very heavy.
“Now,” she said,” I am going to take that makeshift gag out of your mouth. You will not speak, or make a sound of any kind. I will replace it with something else, after I have let you have a glass of water. I will also take the blindfold off and replace it with something else, but not until tonight, when you have gone to bed. Nod if I have made myself clear.”
Pollyanna nodded, and the gag was removed, and a straw put between her lips. She took a few sips of the liquid, which turned out to be water, and then something heavy and metallic was placed around her head, under her nose. She tried to open her mouth, but found she couldn’t; then she “hmm”; d louder and louder, only to find that although she could feel the vibrations in her throat, she could barely hear a thing.
“It is quite effective. Don’t you think so?” Mrs. Hodgkin said. “It certainly kept me quiet during most of my teenage years. Now I will take the blindfold off. Right in front of you is a mirror. What you are about to see in it, or some variation thereof, is what you will see every time you pass a mirror from now on.”
The blindfold was removed, and Pollyanna saw for the first time, a sight she would have to get used to.
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