Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Mar 15, 2014 1:21 pm

Frida, dressed in a black cat-suit, black thin gloves and a balaclava, pressed her back against the wall and tried to peer through the curtains which blocked her view. As the room was dark and appeared to be empty, she decided to take a chance. She slowly pressed on the door-handle, and to her surprise found the patio-door unlocked.
“That was a bit careless of them!” she thought. “Serves them right if I help myself to some of their things then, doesn’t it?”
She opened the door, crept in, and stopped dead. The room she thought was the living-room was actually a bed-room, and in the bed a girl was fast asleep!
Frida whispered a curse, and started thinking things over.
“Right,” she thought, “that girl will be an asset in that she will help me find out where all the valuables are.” With that in mind, she went to work.

She carefully clamped a hand over the girl’s mouth, and when she opened her eyes, put a finger over her mouth and whispered; “Shh, don’t say a word, just nod or shake your head; Are your parents at home?” The girl shook her head.
“O.K, good; Do you know where they keep their valuables?” This time, the answer was a nod.
“Fine; now for some real tricky questions: could you show me where they are, and do you have any old sheets?” Once again, the girl nodded.
“Right; show me where the sheets are first, and we’ll take it from there. Slowly, get out of bed and start walking.”
She did as she was told, revealing a pink flannel, footed onesie, with the picture of a horse on the front, the zipper in the back, and a green, ribbed collar and cuffs.
The girl directed Frida to a cupboard just outside the door, and selected a sheet which she gave to the intruder, who instructed her to tear it into strips. Frida then took one of the strips, then crossed and tied the girl’s wrists securely behind her back. Having had her wrists tied, she guided Frida to a large picture hanging on the wall just inside the front door. It didn’t take her long to work out it was mounted on hinges, and that the safe was hidden behind it. She also noticed someone had written down the combination on a piece of paper and, using sticky-tape, had put it on the back.
“Fine; that’s really all I needed to know! I’ll take you back to your room now and make you comfortable, before helping myself to whatever’s inside this safe.”

Once back in the girl’s room, she freed her hands and down on her back on the bed. Frida tied her wrists to either end of the head-board, before tying her ankles together and putting the duvet back over the girl. She took one last strip and tied it over the girl’s eyes.
Before she left, she whispered in the girl’s ear:
“You’ve been a really good girl, and I’m sure someone will come and set you free in the morning. You try to go back to sleep, I’ll get what I came for and get out of here. I’ll try not to disturb you anymore; I promise.”

Later that morning, Frida finished washing up the cup and plate she had used, before going in to wake Sahra up.
“Good morning, sleepy-head,” she lovingly said, as she took the blindfold off, “how did you enjoy your night being tied to the bed?”
“Oh, I enjoyed it all right,” she glanced towards an old, kid-sized rocking-chair which stood in the corner,” and I have just had an idea for tonight!”

Officer Frida burst through the front-door with the gun in her hand.
“FREEZE; POLICE;”she barked as she looked around the room, a gun in her hand and ready to confront any criminal. Suddenly, she heard a muffled scream, coming from a nearby room. Cautiously she walked towards the door, and opened it slightly, still with her gun ready. The room was a bed-room, but the bed was empty. When she opened the door some more, she discovered a girl sitting in a rocking-chair, her hands tied to the arm-rests, and her ankles separately to the front-legs, gagged and blindfolded. She was dressed in a pink flannel, footed onesie, with the picture of a horse on the front, the zipper in the back, and a green, ribbed collar and cuffs.
Frida quickly removed the gag and blindfold, introduced herself, and asked the little girl who she was, and if she was all right.
She said her name was Sahra and that she was all right, though still a bit scared.
“Mm, I can imagine,” officer Frida softly said. “Did you recognize the person who did this?”
“No,” Sahra sobbed,” I didn’t. All I saw before she blindfolded me was a tall woman wearing a black cat-suit, and a black ski-mask.” Then, she burst into tears. When she had calmed down a bit, she asked officer Frida if she wasn’t going to release her from the chair.
“Yes, I will,” the police-woman answered. “But before I do, I’m going to thoroughly search the house; top to bottom, to be real sure there’s no one here but us. I don’t know ‘bout you, but I for one REALLY don’t like nasty surprises.”
Sahra smiled through her tears, “Me neither. You go ahead and search all you have to, and don’t worry ‘bout me; I’ll be O.K,” she perkily said. “I’m not scared anymore, now that I know you’re in the house!”
When Frida returned half an hour later as herself, Sahra had fallen asleep in the chair. She smiled tenderly at what she saw, released the girl from the chair, and carried her to her bed. After having put her to bed, she returned to the rocking-chair and got two of the strips, which she used to tie the younger girl’s wrists together in front of her, and then the ankles.
As she closed the door, she thought: “What an imagination that girl has! I wonder what plans she has for tomorrow?” and shook her head.

Sahra woke up early, and tried to get out of bed. The first thing she noticed was her hands had been tied together in front of her, the second thing she only realized when she tried to walk.
“What in the name of all good things and bad,” she thought. “I’m tied up!”
Then she remembered what happened last night, and a slow smile spread across her face. After having fumbled around for a while, she located the knot in the strip around her ankles, and managed to undo it. Then she tried to free her hands, but noticed that although she found the knot easily, she couldn’t undo it.
“I must have tightened it in my sleep by accident!” she realized, and went to find Frida, whom she found in the kitchen, preparing their breakfast, so she could help her get free.
“Need any help with that?” she said, nodding towards Sahra’s tied hands.
“Yes please,” Sahra said, “but not just yet. Let’s have some breakfast first; I’m starving!”
“Do you think you can eat with you hands tied together?” Frida wondered.
“Dunno,” Sahra shrugged, “never tried before.”
“You are wacky; you know that, don’t you?” Frida smiled.
“Mm I know; completely.” Sahra smiled back. “Now, let’s eat already!”
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby LordNelson » Sat Mar 15, 2014 2:05 pm

It looks like these two know how to have fun. I look forward to being able to enjoy more of their imaginative adventures.

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Mar 15, 2014 2:09 pm

Hello Lasse it was bit long that hear form your. I like this mother daughter team. Sahra seam very creative and hand very much luck her accepted it. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Mar 15, 2014 2:22 pm

I'm not so sure they are a mother/daughter team, Andrew, I never meant them to be one, at least.
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Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Mar 15, 2014 3:16 pm

for me it sound at least like Frida is person having the care and custody of Sahra, if is by law or by crime is for dispensable. Or is least pay for do it.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby hujikelmop » Sun Mar 16, 2014 1:39 am

That was fantastic! Hope there's more to come

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby hafnermg » Sun Mar 16, 2014 11:32 pm

Awesome story lass! You just have a knack for doing this so well.

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Mar 18, 2014 5:47 am

Sahra sat with her back pressed against the wall of the small cave. She was still wearing the light blue-and-white-chequered, knee-length cotton dress, white, frilly ankle-socks, and black patent leather shoes she wore when she was taken from her home. Her wrists were tied together behind her back and her ankles were tied together, and she was gagged. Her kidnapper, a woman a few years older than she, held out her hands and warmed them over the fire.
“Sure you don’t want anything to eat?” Sahra nodded, even though her stomach rumbled like crazy. Instead, she started thinking about how she got to where she was.

A couple of hours ago: She and Frida had been walking in the forest, when it started raining. Frida saw this cave; not much bigger than a crack in the wall, really. They got down on their hands and knees and partly snaked, partly crawled inside. They realized there was no room to stand up anywhere, but by the time they reached the back wall, Sahra had her plan ready.
Frida gave her a disciplinary look:” Now, what?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing.” Sahra innocently said.
“Oh, don’t give me that “nothing”-crap, will you!” Frida hissed. ” I know you far too well to fall for that; remember? I could almost see your imagination kick into overdrive the minute you came in here.”
Oh, all right,” Sahra sighed, “you win. You obviously know me too well. This cave, or whatever you want to call it, gave me an idea for a game. How about you tie me up and you can be my kidnapper for as long as it is raining, and when it stops, I somehow ‘manage to escape’?” Sahra’s eyes shone like beacons when she told her friend about her idea.
“O.K sure; I can do that. Beats sitting around in this cramped space doing nothing, that’s for sure. But I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; you are a strange girl!” It was a good plan, even though Frida had a somewhat different ending to it.
“There is one problem, however; and it’s a whopper,” Frida thoughtfully continued.
“Oh, what’s that?” Sahra wanted to know.
“Well, as far as I know, we didn’t bring anything to tie you up with!”
“Oh yes, we did!” Sahra triumphantly said, and pulled some rolled up strips of the sheet she and Frida had torn apart a few weeks ago, out of a cleverly concealed pocked in her dress. Then, she crossed her hands behind her back, and ordered:

“Now, start tying! And don’t forget to gag me, whatever you do!”
Frida sighed, but did as she was told.

Back to the present:
Frida cocked up her ears: “I think it has stopped raining,” she thoughtfully said. Wait here while I go check it out, will you?”
“As if I have a choice?” Sahra thought. She saw Frida crawl out of the little hollow, and moments later hear her yell: “It really has stopped raining. You can come out now!”
That was all the incentive Sahra needed. At first, she found it a bit difficult to find the knot her friend had made in the strip around her wrists, let alone undo it, but she soon got it figured out; but from then on, it was only a matter of time before she was free, and on her way out, too.

After she got to her feet and brushed the dirt off her knees, she started walking back.
”Not so fast, young lady,” Frida barked. “Where do you think you’re going like that?”
Sahra stopped dead in her tracks. “What do you mean? I’m going home, of course,” she said, adding: “And who are you to call me ‘young lady’, anyway? You’re younger than me; not by much, but still!”
Frida approached her friend, holding one of the strips, in her hands, saying: “Yes, we are going home; and yes, I am younger than you, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still my hostage, and I can’t risk having you running around the forest loose and fancy free! So; hands behind your back; NOW!”
Shocked, Sahra automatically did as she was told, and Frida retied them, making real sure that this time she wouldn’t be able to reach the knot, no matter how hard she tried.
“Right; let’s go home, and have something proper to eat,” she grabbed her arm, and they started walking back.

They were sitting at the table, eating and talking when the door suddenly opened.
“Oh, shit,” Sahra hissed, “mum’s back! Quick, untie my hands and hide the strip!” But it was too late! Emmy, Sahra’s mum, was already standing in the kitchen.
“What are you doing, and why are Sahra’s hands tied behind her back?” she asked in a surprised voice.
“Well, ah, erhm,” Frida stuttered, so Sahra replied instead.
“Question one: we’re having lunch, and two: Frida has tied them together!” she cheerfully said, adding when she saw the growing crease on her mothers’ forehead:”Oh, don’t worry; I wanted her to!”
Emmy plumped down on a chair: “You WHAT? Is that true, Frida? Did she want you to tie her hands?”
Frida swallowed the big lump of fear which had suddenly lodged itself in her throat, and cautiously answered:
“Yes ma’m, it is true; she wanted me to tie her up. In fact, I already have for a couple of weeks now, on and off.”
“M-hm, I see!” Emmy nodded. “Well, I’m afraid it has to stop right now, unless...”she had to raise her voice, to be heard over her daughter’s disappointed moans, “unless I can’t be in on the fun too, from time to time.”
Now, it was Sahra’s turn to be surprised.
“Wha---, well, yes of course you can. But; why?”
“Well, why should Frida have all the fun? Huh? And I promise I won’t tie you unless you really want it, and only the way you want. In fact, I’m already getting some ideas, which might involve the both of you. If you’re interested, that is?”
“Yea, like what?” Sahra wanted to know.
“That remains to be seen.” Emmy said, looking cunning. “But, I’ll give you a clue; I am a cop, after all.”
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Mar 18, 2014 6:00 am

That give a hole new light on it. I like the mother want play with both.:)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby hujikelmop » Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:50 am

Excellent, another twist to the story :)

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby LordNelson » Tue Mar 18, 2014 12:41 pm

it's amazing how much fun mom's can be if you just invite them to play the right games!

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Mar 18, 2014 2:15 pm

A mom who is a cop, with all the possibilities to get into "trouble" that brings! :evil: :lol:
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Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Mar 24, 2014 1:27 pm

When Sahra and Frida came home from school one day, they noticed a police car being parked outside Sahra’s house. Her mother stepped out, in her uniform, and approached them.
“Hi, mum,” Sahra greeted her. “What are you doing home so early?”
“Well, I thought I’d see to that you got home from school all right, and take you down to the precinct, so you can study there. Frida, you can come too, if you want.”
“Sure,” Frida said. “Do we get to go in the squad-car?”
“Of course you do.” Emmy replied. Then she reached for her belt. “However, for you to do so, I have to put you in cuffs. I am sorry, but rules are rules. Put you hands behind your back, please.” She clicked the cuffs snugly in place, but not painfully so.
”Wow,” Frida breathed, “I can tell you’ve done this before.”
“Well; it sort of does come with the job,” Emmy sarcastically replied. “Now get in the car; I haven’t got all day, you know!”
She drove the two ‘delinquents’, along with their bags, to the station, and herded them inside. She stopped them beside a desk, surrounded by bullet-proof glass, behind which an elderly officer stood.
“Right; talk to me! What have you got?” he said in a blasé voice, hardly lifting his head from the ledger to look at the party.
Emmy said her name, adding: “I have brought two dangerous criminals, who need to be locked up for a while for the greater good of our community!”
“M-hm; is that so?” he said, still sounding blasé. “Well, there are two empty cells at the end of the corridor you can put them in for the time being.”
Frida and Sahra looked at each other and smiled, although the smiles were a bit forced, to say the least.

Emmy took them to the empty cells, opened the doors, removed the hand-cuffs and pushed them inside, throwing their bags in after them.
“Well, at least there is a desk and a chair in here!” Sahra said, as she sat down and opened her books. To her amazement, she noticed the desk, as well as the chair, were fitted with cuffs.
“I’ve never actually had my wrists cuffed to a desk before; let alone my ankles to a chair, but hey; I might as well use them as long as they’re there!” she thought.
Suddenly, she thought could hear Fridas’ voice saying:
“Oh, I wish Sahra was here! I have feeling I’m going to need her help doing the homework.”
“Frida,” Sahra shouted. ”Is that you? Can you hear me?”
“Yes, I can! There’s no need for you to shout like that! If you look in one of the corners, you’ll see they’ve installed intercoms in our cells, so I’m guessing these aren’t cells at all; not to begin with, anyway.”
“Yea, yea; whatever!” Sahra impatiently said.” Let’s get on with the studying, shall we?” And so they did, but not before Sahra had asked Frida, if her desk was fitted with cuffs too?
Frida said they were, but that she wasn’t using hers.
Before long, Sahra heard a key being put in the lock of her cell, and the door swung open. A muscular officer entered, holding a belt with two cuffs attached to it, in his hand. He unlocked the cuffs and ordered her to stand, the belt was put around her waist, and her wrists were locked in the cuffs. Leg-cuffs were put on her ankles, and she was pushed outside, where Frida was already waiting, however not cuffed. When Sahra asked about it, she remarked it would be a difficult job just to explain to her parents why she arrived home in a squad car. Doing so in cuffs was simply beyond her.

Days turned into weeks, and then into months, as the autumn dragged on and slowly but surely turned into winter. Sahra was taken down to the station a couple of times and locked in the cell, sometimes with Frida, but mostly alone.

One Friday, just before Christmas, Frida asked if Sahra wanted to spend the weekend with her.
“Sure,” Sahra said.
“Good! Don’t forget to bring your pink footy pyjamas, and lots of rope!”
“No, I won’t; but why do I need to bring rope?” Sahra was suspicious.
“So I can tie you up, of course; silly!” Frida beamed. “I can’t risk having you running around the house loose and fancy free in the middle of the night; now can I?”
“No, s’pose you’re right.” Sahra sighed. Then she thought of something Frida seemingly hadn’t. “But, what about your parents; won’t they think it kind of odd seeing me tied to the guest bed?”
“No, they won’t, because I’ve told them all about it, already. And just being tied to a bed will be the least of your worries! Don’t forget I know all of your weak spots.”

“Now, I AM worried!” The girls smiled, Frida with just a hint of smugness. “And so you should,” she said, in a sinister voice, “so you should. Pick you up you in a couple of hours then, shall I?”
Yup; can’t wait!”
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby hafnermg » Tue Mar 25, 2014 1:59 am

ooh can't wait to find out what happens. excellent work as usual lass672000!

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Mar 25, 2014 3:14 am

Yes very nice and I wait what get as presents for Christmas. Perhaps get both belt with two cuffs and Leg-cuffs. Sahra mother had convince Frida`s parents that even she like to put in. Frida`s parents gift her daughter chair and desk with cuffs to make that she make her homework an study enough for school. She found out that is way improve Frida`s school grade.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Tue Mar 25, 2014 5:59 pm

Some cute twists in this tale, lasse! And such a cooperative police barracks!... :big:
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Re: Frida and Sahra F/F

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Mar 26, 2014 3:20 am

Hallo perhaps she lives a small village where the police have nothing to do. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show