Bandits Pt.1 (fm/m)

Postby mordazaplease » Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:57 am

That happened when I was about nine years. I was staying with my best friend (I will call him John) and his little sister (Mary) at their summer house. It was a very large house, surrounded by a thick grove of pine trees that completely isolated it from our neighbours. It was a perfect place to play and run outdoors. One warm evening of August, we decided to play "bandits", as we called it. In the game, two of us -in that case, Mary and John- were the robbers and had to steal and rob the victim, my role that day.

The game began. I started walking through the woods wearing shorts and a red shirt. Then, upon reaching some bushes, Mary appeared in front of me with a scarf over her nose and mouth pointing a plastic gun towards me. Stop there! - Said her in a forceful voice. Simultaneously, a hand was firmly clamped over my mouth and somebody whispered in my ear: - Do not say a word! - It was John, with a scarf on his face like that of Mary and a gun in the free hand pointing to my head, he had come behind me and I was caught completely out of ward. The way I had been caught caused a strong impression to me; maybe that explains why I did not made any attempt to escape. From that magical moment I became their captive without hesitations. –Look for the money! - Ordered John to his sister who quickly began to look in my pockets and touch every inch of my whole body. I blushed and muttered a slight groan to which John replied with a strong: -Say something and I kill you! So I remained silent. – No money! – announced Mary –So, he will come with us.- replied John -His family will pay a huge ransom for him. Put your hands behind you!- I obeyed submissively. Mary then ran behind the bushes and came back with a piece of white cotton rope in her hands and a long colourful scarf. They had everything planned! She tied my hands with the piece of rope and then took the scarf, plied it meticulously in front of me, John always keeping his hand firmly over my mouth. Then she gagged me with the scarf over my lips (in a detective gag) knotted tightly at the back of my head. I checked my bonds; it was a great job, no way to free myself. I remembered that Mary was in the Scouts and concluded that she had well learned how to make good knots. The gag was not as effective, but for me, subdued for the situation and completely stuck in my role, I felt that gag soft, smooth and slightly perfumed, completely sealing my lips and putting myself more helpless in my sweet captivity.

Then we started heading towards the house. It had two entries, the main door and a back one. That day, John and Mary’s parents were painting some pieces of furniture near the main door so we went to the other, passing through the kitchen, to the rooms upstairs without being seen. I still remember that weird feeling, like butterflies in my stomach, going without been seen near John’s parents. I could not see them too because we were hiding behind the walls of the house, but I could clearly hear their voices talking quietly, ignorant of what was happening to me. The situation of being unable to free myself or, at least, cry for help increased the exciting feeling of pleasure that was running through my body: the pleasure of submission.

My friend pushed me upstairs while his sister run to our bedroom to arrange everything. So when we arrived I found Mary placing a chair in the middle of the room. She made me sit there with my hands behind the back of the chair and began tying my torso while John thoroughly devoted to tie my legs: knees and ankles solidly together and tied to one of the chair’s legs. Finishing, both brothers put themselves in front of me and admired their work, proud of their extraordinary success. Then I made the huge mistake of trying to say through my gag: - And now, what? - You can not talk! You are gagged! – Yelled Maria -Let me fix this- replied John with an enigmatic smile. He removed my scarf from my mouth and went behind me as I tried in vain to apologize: "Sorry, I thought tha… MPHHHHH! - I could not finish the sentence because John had just put a pair of socks rolled up into my mouth. -That will keep you silent! - Said, while with them, completely filled my mouth. Then he took the scarf again and put it over my lips and tied on the back of my head with a double knot to prevent I spit it out. -MPHHHHHHHH! - It's the only thing that came out from my mouth ...