“MARK!! KRISTEN!! I want both of you down here, right now!!”
We both walked out of our bedrooms and looked at each other, wondering what had got Mum so upset with us. It was about seven in the evening, and I had been trying to finish off an assignment that was due in the day after tomorrow - Friday. It was a warm evening, so I was wearing a striped polo shirt and khaki shorts.
Kristen was wearing a white vest top, and matching shorts over some tan hose. “Any idea what’s happened,” she said, but I just shook my head, before saying “We’d better go down and find out.”
Mum was standing in the front room, tapping her foot with her arms folded as she looked at us. She was still wearing her work outfit of a short sleeved blue silk blouse, knee length straight grey skirt and heels.
“Well,” she said as she held out a letter, “Do one of you want to explain this?”
Kristen shuffled her feet, and then said “Is it something to do with the order I placed on line for a few small things?”
“No - but you can tell me about that as well,” Mum said quietly, but with real venom. “This letter is from Mrs Brown down the road - did you two do a prank phone call on her?”
“Ah,” I said as I looked up, “I cannot tell a lie - it was Kristen.”
“You little...” Her attempt to slap me up the right side of the head was stopped by Mum saying “All right - both of you, upstairs, now. If you’re not going to tell me, you can take the punishment while I go and sort this out with her.”
“Nice going, Mark,” Kristen mumbled through clenched teeth to me as Mum made us go up to my bedroom, and closed the door behind her. “Your supplies, Mark - now,” she said, and I knew she meant it, so I went to the cupboard and took out my stash of ropes and tape.
“Assume the position,” she said as she picked up two lengths. We had been playing the games for some considerable time now, but this was probably the first time Mum had used it to punish us. All I had done was phone her claiming she had won a small prize on a radio show, after all.
Although, as I knelt in front of the bed and crossed my wrist behind my back, I did realize that perhaps $500 was a little too much to trick someone over. “All right, I admit it, I’m sorry,” I said as I felt my wrists being pulled tightly together, “but you don’t need to punish Kristen for that.”
“I’m not,” Mum said as she cinched the coils by passing the rope between my arms, and then started to bind Kristen’s wrists together, “this is for owning up to the fact it was her who placed that order on Amazon for the supplies.”
“Well, I thought we might need them?”
“We do - but you should have used your card, not mine,” Mum said as she tied the rope off between my sister’s arms, and then bound us both around the chest and arms with more coils.
“Well, can’t say fairer than that,” Kristen admitted with a shrug as we both stood up and sat on the bed, watching as she crossed and bound our ankles together. “So, how long this time?”
“Until you free yourselves,” Mum said as she wrapped rope around my legs below my knees, and then did the same for Kristen. “I’ll leave some scissors where you can sue them - eventually. Now, both of you face down on the bed.”
“OH come on, Mum,” I said as I looked at her, “At least leave one of us on the floor.”
“Want me to add blindfolds?”
We looked at each other and shook our heads, then lay on our stomachs while Mum placed us each into a hogtie. Picking up two of my hankies and the roll of tape, she then wasted no time in gagging us before saying “I’m going to talk to Mrs Brown - have fun.”
We turned our heads and watched as she walked out and closed the door, then took a few minutes to preserve our strength and devise a plan of attack for the scissors she had left on the other side of the room.
As it was, it was Kristen who eventually executed an escape plan, by wriggling over and starting to push me towards the edge of the bed.
“Hhwhtrudng,” I mumbled as she started to push me over.
“Ucsdths, ufiskt,” she mumbled in return as I got closer and closer to the edge of the bed.
“Lllrrt, lttrrtt,” I said as I turned myself round and slid off the bed, landing on my knees as I heard the front door opening and closing. I kept my thoughts to myself after that as I positioned myself with my knees on the rug, and used my bound feet to start to push my body across the room, the rug providing some protection to my knees as I slowly made my way across.
I wasn’t sure how long had passed - I know it was enough time for Kristen to start to sweat a little as she lay watching - but eventually I managed to reach the scissors, turn round and start to saw away at the rope holding my wrists to my ankles. I know Mum meant for me to do this, or she would have tied my ankles so far back my heels would have rested on my cheeks.
The rope soon parted, and after a few more minutes I managed to free my wrists. Working my arms round, I peeled the strips of tape away from my mouth and spat the hankie out, before untying myself and then taking care of Kirsten.
“I am so going to get you for that,” she said as she left the room with me, and then walked into her own. For my part, I had a far more pressing need to deal with, as I headed to the bathroom to take care of a pressing internal matter.
Fifteen minutes and considerably less troubled later, I flushed and washed my hands before leaving the room. Kristen’s door was still closed, and there was no sound coming from downstairs either, so I made my way down to see if Mum had come back yet. As I looked in the living room, however, I began to wonder if Mum had ever actually got out of the front door.
Mum was lying on her side on the couch, looking at me over the large silk knot that was forcing her lisp apart. That knot had been tied in a large red and gold scarf, which had been rolled into a band and then pulled into her mouth, the ends going round her head and trapping her hair.
That was not all that was trapped - there were coils of rope around her chest, above and below her breasts and pulling the silk over them, and her waist. Her arms were behind her back, and given the rope there as well as around her ankles and legs I could only assume her wrists were secured there as well.
“MRK!!! GTTUTFHR!!!”
“I didn’t know Kristen could work that fast,” I said as I stepped in, which was my big mistake. Mum’s eyes widened and she started to struggle, but before I could get away I was grabbed from behind and a gloved hand was placed over my mouth.
The strange thing was, this leather gloved hand smelt of fine perfume, and it was small, but very strong. For a moment, I could not believe what was happening, but when a soft voice whispered into my ear “Oh has the big brave man come to rescue his mummy? I do so love a hero,” I realised that I was being held by a woman.
“Now then, big boy, kneel down in front of your mother, put your head on the cushion, and put your hands behind your back,” the voice said as I was frogmarched forwards. Her grip, whoever she was, was like iron, so I was powerless to do anything except walk forward and kneel as she said, then move my hands as she had commanded.
I knelt there, expecting to feel something against my wrists, but instead the mystery woman wrapped rope around my arms, just below my elbows, and pulled them tightly together, making me gasp as she secured them before she secured my wrists with my palms together. I had seen pictures on lien of women tied like this, but it had never been done to me before, and it felt - strange.
Mind you, being tied up by a woman over than Mum or Kristen.... Where was Kristen anyway?
“Your sister has probably met my friends,” the voice whispered into my ear, and looking at Mum I saw her nod her head to confirm this was not the only one in the house. I groaned as I was made to kneel straight up, and I watched the gloved hands passing a coil of rope round me. I could see now the gloves were short leather ones, and the mystery woman had a black leather jacket on as well.
Not that fashion sense mattered, as she tied my arms tightly into my side, and then started to massage my chest with her hands between the two coils of rope. “Hmmm - so strong for one so young. I like it,” she whispered before I felt her lips on my neck, and then her hands crossing my ankles.
By all rights I should have been petrified by this time, but - look, I’m not ashamed to admit it. I was excited. Whoever this was knew what she was doing, as my ankles and then my legs were tied tightly together, and then she made me turn and sit on my bottom so that I could get my first look at her.
She wasn’t much taller than me, and had short light coloured hair - at least I presumed it was, as the stocking that was pulled over her head made it difficult to see. She was indeed wearing a tight leather jacket and black leggings with knee length soft leather boots.
“You’re cute,” she said as she looked at me and out her finger on my lips, “I’m going to enjoy spending the night with you and your family.”
This gave me the chance to ask the obvious question - “Who are you and what’s going on?”
“Good - you got him. We can keep all three of them in here for now.”
I looked to the door to see Kirsten looking at me, her vest pulled tightly over her chest by the ropes that held her arms to her side. She was just as securely bound as I was, but she also had one of her large black scarves pulled into her mouth - by the way her cheeks were bulging, it was keeping something in there.
She was being frogmarched by two other women, dressed in leather and holding her arms. One was in red clothing, the other in tan - but both had stocking masks over their heads.
“He’s not going to cause us any trouble, is he?”
“No, he’s not,” the black clad woman said as she stroked her finger over my lips. “Are you sweetie?”
“So long as you don’t hurt my mum and sister, I’ll do whatever you say,” I said as I looked at you. “Who are you?”
“You can call me Miss Black,” the one who had bound me said, “and my friends are Miss Scarlett and Miss Brown. We’re going to be staying the night, and then you mum is going to do what we tell her to do, aren’t you Mummy?”
Mum nodded and looked at both of us, saying “Msree” as she did so.
“Now,” Miss Scarlett said as she made Kristen sit in a chair, and then looked at me, “You do what we say, all right?”
I nodded and then said “What do you want Mum for?”
“You don’t need to know,” Miss Brown said as she left the room. “Do as you’re told, we’ll feed you and maybe even have a little fun. Fight us, and we hurt you. Clear?”
We all nodded at that as we watched Miss Brown leave the room, and then return with our telephone which she had pulled away from the wall. “Right,” she said as she looked at me, “Names, please.”
“I’m Mark,” I said as I looked at her, “and this is my sister Kristen and my mum.”
“First time tied up?”
“No - but first time by a female robber.”
She nodded and said “Well, we’ll give you a real treat later. Right now, do you have any beers?”
“I don’t know - I don’t drink.”
Miss Scarlett looked at Mum, who mumbled “nthfrij” as she looked at her.
“Very good - fetch three bottles and see if they have a menu for a Chinese restaurant or something. You’re going to feed us tonight.”
I looked at Kirsten as she squirmed round in the chair, and had to stop myself for a moment from wishing I was tied up next to her. Something told me I was going to have a long night...
I opened the door to see Johnny, a friend from school, standing there.
“Hey Mark - didn’t know this was your place. I’ve got your order from the China Delight for you.”
“Thanks,” I said as I opened the door a little and took the packages from him. “I didn’t know you did a delivery round.”
“Just started - pays some bills.” He held his hand out, and I slipped him a ten.
“See you tomorrow,” he said as I closed the door, and looked at Miss Brown standing next to me, with a pistol pointing at me.
“Nice job, Mark,” she said as I picked up the box, “Let’s go.” I walked in front of her into the dining room, where Mum and Kristen were already sat in two chairs. They were held to them by the ropes that went around their waists and chest, while their ankles and knees were tied tightly to the front legs of the chairs.
“That smells good,” Miss Black said as I put the box on the table, and sat in the chair she was behind. “Hands on your head Mark - my friends will make sure you all get enough to eat.”
“Who the hell are you three anyway?” Kristen said as Miss Scarlett laid some plates out.
“We’re the ones in charge - now shut up or I tape your mouth over and you get to watch while the rest of us eat.”
As I was bound to the chair, I looked at the trio of home invaders. Miss Brown was dark skinned, with curly hair that was held down by the stocking over her head, while Miss Scarlett looked and sounded as if she was Chinese or Japanese. She was smaller than the other two, but obviously the leader.
“I’ll do whatever you say,” Mum said as some food was put on the plate in front of her, “Just leave my family out of it.”
“No can do,” Miss Black said as she tied my left ankle to the chair. “We’re making sure you do what we say. Right now, however - eat.”
Well, what else were we going to do - dance around? As Miss Black pushed me under the table, we shared out the Chinese banquet Miss Brown had ordered - using Mum’s credit card - and I tried to absorb what was going on. We had been held hostage in our own home before, but never by three women - and especially three women whose leather outfits accented every curve of their body.
Miss Scarlett must have noticed it as well, as she swallowed some chow mein and said “It’s all right, Mark - you can look, but you can’t touch.”
“Well, maybe we can touch him later - or make him touch something.”
“Who knows - he might even enjoy it.”
I must have blushed, because Kristen said “Great - now everyone knows we like playing tie up games.” She then realised what she had just said, as she looked at me and Mum, then at the three intruders.
“Really? Well, that explains why you didn’t struggle too much. Once we’ve eaten, Brown, go upstairs and see what you can find.”
I saw Miss Brown nod, and then swallowed what I had - I had not cleaned my room up after the earlier incident, and looking at Mum and Kristen I could see they both knew it as well.
“Got something to hide, Mark?”
I shook my head and concentrated on eating, as Miss Scarlett said “You’ve embarrassed him, Black - I think he does have something to hide.”
“Just don’t hurt us,” Kristen said, “Please?”
“Hurt you? My dear little girl, we’re going to make you very comfortable once you’ve eaten - you and your mother, and then your brother.”