October, 1711 MMM/F

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Oct 09, 2011 6:14 am

I took a carriage-ride through the park near my house, when two men, none of which I knew, stopped the carriage, and ordered the driver to get out. One of them climbed up and took the reins, while the other one climbed inside, and sat next to me.

“My lady,” he said in a husky voice. “As you might have guessed, this is a hold up! As usual, we want your money, and I don’t just mean the petty cash, you might have in our purse! To ensure we get what we want, I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with us, for the time being. Right, now! I’m going to tie your hands and blindfold you, so you can’t see where we’re going. Give me your hands, please!”
Without waiting for me to do as he told me, he grabbed both my wrists with one of his hands, the size of a medium sized ham, expertly wound rope around my wrists, and then turned me around, and tied a rag over my eyes. I, naturally, was too stunned to protest, and before I had had a chance to regain my senses, he shoved another rag in my mouth, tying it in place with a strip of cloth.

After having travelled in almost total darkness for quite a while, the carriage stopped, and a hand clutched my arm. I was guided down, not too carefully, onto the ground. The blindfold was taken off, and I could see I was standing in a clearing in the forest, and in front of a small, square, timber frame house.
The man who had sat beside me led me inside, and more or less shoved me in a rickety chair by the likewise rickety table. I noticed there were only one table, two chairs and two beds, apart from a huge stove, that provided all the heat in the house.
He took a thick chain and wound it tightly around my waist, and locked it with a heavy padlock. The other end, he fastened to a ring in the floor. The chain was just long enough, for me to go almost anywhere in the house, stopping just short of the door. Only then, he released my hands.
“OK,” he said, “you’re going to write a ransom-note to your husband. I was thinking you’re worth somewhere in the region of, at least, one thousand pounds. Maybe, even two thousand? Don’t you think?”

As I was still gagged, all I could do was staring at him, but the look I gave him probably could have made a hole in a stone.
“Whoa there, my lady, easy does it! You might do well in remembering, that I’ve got the key to that there chain you’ve got around your pretty, little waist. Enough of this here idle chit-chat. I’m going to release your hands and take that there gag out of your mouth. But I don’t want to hear a sound from you, unless I want an answer to a question! And when I want you to do something, you do it, without a question. Understood?” He untied the strip of cloth around my head. Before he had a chance to take it out, I spat the rag out. He gave me a long, amused look, but proceeded to release my hands. I started to get up, but he pushed me right back, lifted my skirts up and put heavy shackles on my ankles. He also put cuffs on my hands, locking them in front of me. “Right! Now you can’t get very far, but still be useful!”

I started protesting, but he gave me such an austere look, it shut me up. “To start with, your main responsibilities will be to keep this place clean as a whistle, and to prepare food, nothing else. It’ll be early mornings and late nights from now on. When, or if, I decide you’re trustworthy, you’ll be given other chores as well. And no arguments, what so ever! You definitely wouldn’t like finding out, what happens if you start arguing!”
I humbly looked down at my shackled hands. “Sir, if I may? I’ve noticed there are only two chairs and two beds in here. Where am I supposed to eat and sleep?”
“Why, on the floor, of course, my dear! By the stove, if you behave. If not, well, there’s always plenty room in the corners. It just might be a bit chilly, though.” he said, chuckling.
I looked around, and seeing how dirty the floor was, I quickly decided it would be best to be a “good girl” (for the time being, that is).

The next few days, went by in a blur. Judging by how much time the men spent “in the forest” at any given hour, I probably wasn’t such a good cook, as I might have thought. They ate, looked at each other, shook their heads and went out, one at a time. The one who stayed behind, kept me surprisingly busy, considering it wasn’t the largest house in the world, and I couldn’t go out.

Days turned into weeks, and apparently, still no reply. One night, after I had been allowed to get some sleep, in front of the fire, I heard someone come in. I thought I recognized the footsteps, and was sure of it, when I heard the voice. It was my husband’s! The SOB must have seen me laying there on the floor, because he said; “How’s she doing? Is she giving you any trouble?” I couldn’t believe me ears, when I heard him say that. I decided, then and there, I wanted to hear more of their conversation, so I pretended to sleep. They must somehow have guessed I was awake, because I heard someone write something on a piece of paper, they laughed, and went out. They closed the door, so unfortunately, I couldn’t hear any more. But just as the door closed, I could hear my “darling” husband hiss; “Soon, my precious, soon! You just learn to do as you’re told for a bit longer, and I’ll have a truly darling, and obedient, wife. Then, I’ll take you home and pamper you.”
I could hear them talk on the front porch for a while. Then my husband left, leaving me alone with the two henchmen. I somehow managed to fall asleep, though still fuming with anger. He was in for it now, let me tell you!

One day, I seemed to, finally, get my chance. Early one morning, I was blindfolded, and the chain around my waist was taken off. I was lead out of the cabin, and helped into what must have been my carriage, which then set off. After a while, it stopped again, and I was helped out. When the blindfold was taken off, I could see I was home. The two men disappeared, and I was left to climb the stairs to the front-door all by myself, still having my wrists and ankles cuffed. Without a word, he grabbed my cuffed wrists and led me in to our bedroom. A dress was laid out on my bed, but it wasn’t one of mine! Instead, it was a maids’ dress. My husband un-cuffed my wrists, and told me to change my clothes. I had no choice, but to do as he said. From now on, I apparently was one of the staff, though sleeping in the master’s bedroom.
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Re: October, 1711 MMM/F

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Oct 11, 2011 11:16 am

Thanks. I'm sort of, kind of working on a continuation.
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Re: October, 1711 MMM/F

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:28 pm

Please do, but don't hold your breath. It might take a while!
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Re: October, 1711 MMM/F

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Oct 17, 2011 5:53 am

October 1730
pt 1
It is now nearly 20 years since I wrote that. A lot has happened in that time. I still have my wrists cuffed in front of me most of the day, and I haven’t really had my ankles free since I was abducted, so many years ago. Even the heavy chain around my waist is back. More importantly, we now have two daughters, who are 14 and 16 years old. The oldest one is married to a friend of my husband. He’s more than twice her age, so it might seem like a mismatch at first glance, but they truly love each other. He’s sent her, and her sister, off more or less to the same place I was taken too all those years ago. There they underwent the same type of training I did, with the difference they knew what happened to them. My oldest daughter was even allowed to keep a diary. Here are some excerpts:
“We got in the carriage, our father sitting beside us. Our mother had to stay behind, because the heavy chain is welded in place around her waist and then bolted to the floor, so she hasn’t left the ground-floor of house since she got there. I’m told that’ll be our fate too. In our new homes, I mean.
Anyway, when we had entered the carriage, our father tied our hands snugly behind our backs, and then we set off. After having travelled for a while, he tied scarves around our heads, so we weren’t able to see where we were going.
Suddenly we stopped, were herded out of the carriage, and the blindfolds were taken off. I saw we were standing in front of a small, timber-framed cabin, and my excitement rose. This was it! In a few moments, our life’s course would change. Our father slammed the carriage door shut, and without saying a word, he left.
A man stood in front of us and said: “Now, girls! This will be your boot camp in how to be good, and obedient, wives. It’s actually really quite simple; all we tell you to do, you do, no questions asked.” He grabbed us, and herded us inside. There he took two chains, like the one our mother had around her waist, and fastened it around us, using heavy padlocks. Like our mother’s, our chains were bolted to the middle of the room, and not quite long enough for us to leave the house. Next, our hands were untied, and put into cuffs in front of us, and cuffs were put around our ankles. From now on, we would only be able to take the smallest of steps. He told us to call him master, and therefore I henceforth shall.
Hanging from the wall in one corner, were a set of chains and cuffs. “As this is quite a small cabin, there is really only room for one of you to move around comfortably.” master said. “You will take turns, being chained to this wall. Today, it’ll be your turn,” he said, pointing at me. “Both of you will be gagged almost the entire time, as was your mother.” he said, pointing at me, while grabbing my arm, dragging me to the wall. He took my handcuffs, locked them behind my back, and then, using a sturdy padlock, to the wall. That way, he could release me from the wall, without taking the cuffs off.
It made the chain between the cuffs so short I had no choice but to stand up. He then took one piece of rope, and tied my ankles together and, lifting my skirts up, wound another one as tightly as possible around my knees a couple of times, fastening it to a ring at knee-level.

I stood like that, for a couple of hours, while I watched my sister getting her first taste of married life. I had great fun watching her being ordered about, doing this and that, while she had to look down at the floor at all times in the presence of Master. The gag luckily prevented her from giving him a cheeky answer, or two.
Although the rope around my knees had somewhat supported me, it was a relief, when the gag was taken out, I was released from the wall and could sit down for a couple of minutes at lunch time, even though I had to be spoon fed by my sister. She had been ordered to first serve Master his food, then feed me and then, but only then, eat what was left of the food. The only thing was that by then, it wasn’t much left.
While she ate, I was re-gagged and tied back to the wall, to spend the afternoon and much of the evening there, he afternoon being pretty much a repeat performance of the morning.
The evening was a much quieter affair, with him sitting in an easy-chair reading, her kneeling at his side. He absentmindedly stroked her head from time to time, as if she had been some kind of dog or cat.

Suddenly, he looked at the clock on the mantle-piece, saying it was high time time us girls went to bed. My sister was lead into the bedroom. After a while, he came back and released me from the wall, leading me as well into the bedroom. There I found my sister lying in bed, her clothes on a stool. My hands were released long enough, for me to get my dress off. My knees, obviously, were tied together the whole time. The only down-side was; we had to try to sleep, still wearing our corsets.

Master ordered me to lie down, and put my hands by my sides. He locked my wrists in cuffs attached to the bed frame, doing the same with my ankles.
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