Chapter 1
Eighteen year old spoilt rich socialite Tara Hilton stormed out of the house after another blazing row with her millionaire parents about her monthly allowance
Even though she hadn’t passed her driving test yet, she still got behind the wheel of her mums brand new BMW sports car, and screeched off at speed to Richard her boyfriend’s home, she pulled out of the long drive way, and on to the busy main road immediately she took a wrong turn.
She knew right away that the scenery was all wrong and this wasn’t the way to Richard’s
When a sharp bend came up too quickly for the inexperienced driver to handle she lost control and the car went skidding off the road, and planted itself into a hedge, with Tara shaken up badly, but otherwise unhurt.
She could see she had come to rest outside of one of the countless mansions in an area known as millionaire’s row a leafy suburb on the edge of town.
Groggily she opened the door she was so shaken up she was physically sick at the side of the road,
She groped around for her purse and phone, but could not find them under the seat of the car where they had fallen. Then she noticed someone was coming towards her from the house, Tara waited patiently for whoever it was to arrive and help her.
A tall slim attractive dark haired woman wearing a black knee length skirt and a white silk blouse appeared in front of her, Tara guessed she was probably in her mid-thirties
“Are you ok dear?” The woman asked.
Tara nodded.
“Was there anyone else with you? Are you all by yourself?" The woman asked.
Tara couldn’t be doing with all these questions she just wanted to be left alone to recover, so again she just nodded.
“Oh come on a pretty little thing like you must have someone with you.”
Tara spoke for the first time.
“Just help me find my phone, I have to call my boyfriend, and leave me alone I’ll be fine.”
The woman reached under Tara’s arm and helped her to her feet.
“Come inside dear your in shock, you can use my phone.” The woman said kindly.
“No leave please me alone, I need to call my boyfriend and get him to move the car before the cops come, if I get in trouble with the cops again I’ll go to prison for at least six months this time I’m sure I'm already on probation.”
The woman’s eyes lit up earing this.
“It’s alright dear I’ll have my driver move your car. Come along inside dear and when you’ve calmed down you can call your boyfriend.”
After a few moments they were inside the massive house, and the woman sat Tara down on a huge sofa.
“Stay right here I'll make you a strong coffee and bring you the phone.” The woman said patting Tara’s head.
When the woman left the room Tara looked around she immediately could tell from the décor and artwork on the walls this woman was rich and possibly worth millions.
The woman returned and handed Tara a china cup filled with strong coffee.
“Drink this dear it I’ve put a little brandy in it to calm you down you’ve had a terrible shock, then you can phone your boyfriend.”
As Tara slowly drunk her coffee to her horror the woman came and sat really close up next to her on the huge sofa, she ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.
“You have beautiful hair.” She said softly as she stroked.
Tara was beginning to feel uneasy and drunk the hot coffee as fast as she possibly could, it was only then she spotted the phone a table on the other side of the room.
“Please I have to call Richard.” She said getting to her feet.
But soon flopped back down on the sofa
“What’s the matter dear?” The woman asked.
“I feel really dizzy I don’t think I can stand up, please pass me the phone.”
The woman brought the phone to Tara and placed it in her hand, but her vision was now blurred and she couldn’t see the numbers to dial and her hands were now unable to keep hold of the phone and she dropped it, her mouth now felt numb and rubbery like she had just come from the dentist, she opened it to speak but just an embarrassing slobbering sound came out.
The woman gently laid Tara down on the sofa and removed her high heels. She knelt down besides the sofa and ran her fingers along Tara’s cheek.
“You certainly are a very pretty girl. I just knew from the first moment I set eyes on you I just had to have you.”
Tara wondered if she was still in a state of shock or had she heard the woman correctly.
“Don’t worry the drug I gave you will wear off shortly, but it’s served its purpose which is to allow me to restrain you.”
Tara once more tried to protest but just a series of whimpers and murmurs came out of her mouth which seem to delight the woman.
The woman stood up and bent over she reached inside her skirt and removed the suspender belt she was wearing.
Tara watched in horror as the woman slowly peeled off the nylon stockings she was wearing.
These are very expensive, but only the best for you my pretty.”
The woman rolled Tara over so she lay on her tummy, she was helpless to stop the woman from pulling her arms behind her back, and crossing her wrists.
The woman quickly and efficiently bound Tara’s wrists tightly together with one of the stockings.
She then used her other stocking to bind Tara’s elbows tightly together so the touched.
She then sat Tara up on the sofa and too Tara’s horror she reached up inside her short dress.
“An old fashioned girl just like myself, but somehow I knew that.” She laughed as she felt the suspender belt Tara was wearing.
Tara felt her suspender belt being unclipped and the woman removed her stockings too.
“Well I suppose I’m going to have to do something with that pretty mouth of yours, not that anyone will hear you if you scream, but I do love a nice tight gag don’t you dear?”
Tara watched as the woman balled up one of her stockings.
“You’ll probably find this unusual and uncomfortable at first but you’ll soon get used to it I can assure you.”
The woman reached behind Tara’s head and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled the girl’s head back, the effects of the drug kept her mouth open to allow the woman to force the stocking in her mouth and past her teeth.
A dull moan was all Tara could manage as the woman, as the woman held her head firmly with one hand and worked the nylon deeper into her mouth with the other causing her cheeks to bulge.
She then took the remaining stocking, and wrapped it around her captive's head, she pulled the two ends through Tara’s stuffed mouth, and tied three tight, strong knots, one on top of the other, adding to the wad that already bulged in her mouth.
Tara realized that, even if her hands were free, she'd never be able to untie the stocking: her tight gag would need to be cut off to free her mouth.
The woman then rang a little silver hand bell that was close by on the table.
After a few moments a large stern looking grey haired woman wearing a navy blue uniform similar to nurses or matron’s uniform entered the room, Tara guessed she was in her late forties or early fifties
“This is Mrs Davies my housekeeper, she’ll take you up to your room now and I’ll be along to see you later.
Mrs Davies reached down and took Tara’s arm.
“Up you come dear, you should have recovered enough to be able to walk by now.”
That was true, but only just her legs still felt like rubber and she knew any chance of escaping was impossible while she was like this.
Mrs Davies took the weak girl out of the room and helped her up the stairs.
“You really picked the wrong house to crash into my dear, now I’m afraid you are going to be madams little plaything for a lot longer than six months prison sentence you are so desperate to avoid.” Mrs Davies told her as they walked.
Mrs Davies took Tara into a large bedroom, in the centre of the room was a beautiful large four poster bed, but Tara’s eyes were more drawn to the bars on the large windows.
She watched as Mrs Davies went over to bedside table and took out a pair of large scissor which she used to cut off Tara’s little yellow dress, leaving in her wearing only her white bra, panties and suspender belt.
By this time Tara had regained her senses enough to be able to pull hard on the stockings binding her arms, but the sheer nylon might just as well have been iron bands as they wouldn’t budge causing her to scream into her gag with frustration.
Mrs Davies saw this and told her.
“Save your energy honey you’re going to need it every last bit of it, when madam ties a girl she stays tied.”
Mrs Davies laid Tara face down on the bed, she took two patterned silk scarves from a draw by the bed.
“Hermes, only the very best for madams little pets.”
She used the first scarf to tightly bind Tara’s ankles together, then she bent Tara’s legs up so her heels almost touched her bottom, and used the second scarf to join her bound ankles to her wrists allowing no slack, to make a very tight cruel hogtie.
Tara watched through tear filled eyes as Mrs Davies picked up a telephone in the room and dialled a number.
“The girl is ready when you are madam, I’ll return to my duties.”
Tara watched as Mrs Davies left the room leaving her alone with her thoughts
“Who were these crazy women? What where they planning to do with her?”