Postby KP Presents » Thu Aug 24, 2017 5:39 am
As Maria cleared the breakfast things away, Veronica said “Maria, perhaps you can arrange it so my guests have a surprise when they wake up.”
“Certainly Miss Veronica,” the maid said, “what do you have in mind?”
“Something appropriate to the day – fetch the supplies please.”
“Of course,” Maria said a sshe tried her hands, and walked to the utility room, returning with a clear Perspex box as Victoria sat on the couch. Opening the box, she took out several lengths of red nylon rope.
“Very apropriate,” she said as Maria made a lasso from the rope, and passed it over her employer’s head, pulling it tight so that her arms were forced into her sides while the ropesat under her chest. She watched as her maid wound the rope round more, above and below her chest, so that it formed two bands before she tied the rope off.
“If you wuld pray please, Miss,” Maria said, Veronica nodding as she put her hands together in prayer while the older woman tied her wrists firmly together, and hten tied her arms together below her elbows. Veronica lay on her back and watched as Maria crossed and secured her ankles together, and then her legs below her knees.
“Red White and Blue – excellent,” she said with a smile. “I think the patriotic tape.”
“Of course, Miss Veronica,” she said as she tore a strip from the blue tape roll and pressed it over Veronica’s mouth, the white stars acrinkling as she smiled. “If you will excuse me now, I will go and make sure some food is prepared for our guests when they awake.”
“Fcrrssmrerea,” Veronica said as she settled on the couch, listening to the sound of the music as Maria worked in the kitchen. She didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs until she heard a voice say in a cultured tone “now why doesn’t this surprise me…”
Anne Duncombe’s home
“Hey sleepy head – how are you this morning,” Anne said with a smile as she stood at the breakfast bar, looking at the blonde who walked into the room.
“All the better for seeing you,” Kayla Smith said with a smile, pulling her dressing gown around herself. She accepted the mug of coffee, taking a sip before she said “so when does Sue get here?”
“She should be arriving any time now,” Anne said quietly, “she was due to come last night, but something came up.” She put her mug down, walked over and kissed Kayla, before saying “did you check our other guest?”
“I did – she was still asleep, but we can check her in…”
“Hey Sis – sorry I was later in coming.”
“That’s fine – you made it anyway,” Anne said to the smaller, dark haired womana s she came in, wearing a grey leather jacket over a blue dress. She hugged Anne and Kayla, before saying “if that coffee is hot, I’ll have some.”
“There you go Sue,” Kayla said as she handed her a mug, “so why the delay?”
“Well, it will be public knowledge in a week or so, but I got promoted and a new assignment.”
“Well done,” Anne said, “Where to?”
“Buffalo.”
“Buffalo? After the crap that went down there?”
“Yup – the interim AD they put in during the investigation has finished his work, and I start there in August. Gonna be a challenge.”
“And Project Red Widow?”
“I keep control of that, but from Bufallo now. On which note – where is she?”
“In here,” Anne said as they went into the front room. A dark haired girl was lying face down on the floor, wearing a red v-necked sweater and denim sorts overblack leggings. A pair of knee length striped socks and a pair of Dr Marten boots completed her outfit, as a red woollen scarf lay in the seat.
She was trussed tightly, ropes holding her arms to her sides and her legs together, her ankles pulled back and tied to the ropes around her wrists, and a band of white tape was wrapped round her head, covering her mouth.
“How long?”
“An hour – okay Chloe, do it.”
The girl nodded as she pressed the fingers fo her glove into the palms of her hands, the dial on her watch face turning slowly from green to red as Kayla picked up an aerosol can. As they watched, she relaxed for a few minutes, and then broke the ropes holding her bound with a few shrugs, standing up as Kalya sprayed her with the contents of the can.
“Good – the delivery system is working well,” Kayla said as Anne took a pair of scissors and ct the tape away from her head. The young woman spat a cloth out o fhe rmouth, before she said “Bien sur – all is well. Good morning Sue.”
“Hey Chloe,” Sue said with a smile, “when you’re ready, come through. We’ll talk before we head to the farm…”
Heather’s Farm
“That’s better,” Katherine said as she pushed her plate away, smiling at her sister and mother as they sat round the wooden table. “I have to admit, having a quiet night here, just the three of us, before the maelstrom falls was a great idea Heather.”
“Of course it was,” Heather said with a smile. She was dressed in her usual way, with a pair of old denim dungarees over a white top, and her feet bare. While Heather was wearing a white blouse and pants, and their mother Roberta a grey jumper and skirt, both were also bare footed.
“Have you heard from Nats yet?”
Looking at her watch, Katherine said “not a chance – you’ll be lucky if they are free yet.”
“Right – so when are the first people due to arrive?”
“Brian and Sarah are bringing the twins just after lunch – what can we do in the meantime?”
“Start to set out some tables,” Heather said with a smile, “while I finish something off in the barn. Can you get the others free?”
Katherine nodded as she stood up and walked up to the second floor, smiling as she entered one of the bedrooms. A young woman was lying on the bed, wearing a sleepsuit designed to look like a cow, her hands covered in mittens that looked like hooves. She was on her side, her wrists secured together behind her back, and ropes around her ankles, legs and chest. A black blindfold covered her eyes, and a black band around her head covered her mouth, the band over the hood of the suit.
Removing the blindfold, Katherine smiled as she said “hey Andrea – time to get ready.”
“Fnkkuu,” Andrea Blackwood said as she blinked…
Roberta looked at the two women bound together on the bed, their mouths linked by a double ball gag with a thin chain between the balls, their bodies secured tightly.
“Fun time’s over girls,” she said to Joanne and Alexa, “time to get to work…”