Postby KP Presents » Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:19 am
“Where do you think Fiona’s got to?”
I looked over at Rachel and Patty, and said “I wouldn’t worry – she probably just went to get a OHMYGODLOOK!!”
The other two screamed as the masked figure appeared behind the boy, our minds completely taken off wherever Fiona had got to.
A few minutes later, Rachel stood up. “My turn – if I see her, I’ll chase her back.”
“Hurry up – I think the really good bit is coming.”
“It’s Rachel,” Charlie said with a grin as he looked at me, “allow me.”
“All yours,” I said quietly as she went into the bathroom. He sneaked towards the door, and waited for a moment with the cloth in his hand until he heard the water running.
As she came out, Charlie grabbed her, pushing the cloth into her mouth before she had a chance to call for help. I watched her struggle under his grip, before he leaned over and whispered something into her ear.
I swear, I have never seen anyone melt so quickly as Rachel, as she nodded and Charlie motioned to both of us. I handed him a knotted strip of towel, and he pulled it into her mouth and around her head before cuffing her wrists behind her back.
“Let’s get her upstairs,” I said.
“We can out her with Fiona, make it easier to watch them both.
“Not a good idea,” Frank whispered, “we haven’t covered their hands or taped their fingers. I bet they could get free, even with cuffs.”
“All right – we use Louise’s room,” I said as we walked upstairs, and went into her bedroom. I pulled the chair away from her desk, and soon little Rachel was sitting there, looking at us as Charlie started to bind her ankles.
“I think we can take it from here,” I said as I looked at Frank, “you go downstairs, give us a signal if one of them leaves the room.”
“I’ll check Fiona before I go down, but I need the toilet first,” Frank said as he left us, closing the door behind himself.
“Patty, something’s not quite right here?”
“I know,” Patty said as she grabbed another handful of popcorn, “none of them are obeying the rules.”
“That’s not what I mean Doofus,” I said as I punched her, “I meant Fiona and Rachel. Where are they?”
“Toilet?”
“For this long – something’s going on,” I said as I stood up, “come on.”
“What?”
“Leave the film running – I have a feeling we’re not the only ones in the house, and I’m not talking about Mum and Dad.”
Leaving the front room, we closed the door behind ourselves and walked down to the kitchen. Everything looked all right, but I then heard a noise in the downstairs toilet. Putting my finger to my lips, I motioned to Patty to join me by the door, as we both looked through the crack.
I think you can imagine my surprise – well, nor surprise, amusement when I saw Frank Cottrell come out, and head to the stairs.
“I knew it,” I said quietly, “the boys are here?”
“Boys, plural?”
“Come on –can you imagine Frank being here on his own?”
“You have something there,” Patty whispered, “so what now?”
“Now – let’s see where he goes,” I said as we sneaked along the corridor, following Frank as he walked up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, we watched as Frank passed Freddie's door, and then heard him say “Now what have we got here.” He walked in, and we walked quickly behind him to see him standing in front of Fiona, a pair of handcuffs round her left wrists, as she leaned down to try and untie her ankles.
“Well now, I guess I’ll have to really make sure you can’t get away,” we heard Frank say – which we took as our cue to walk in, grabbing Frank by the arms as I said “On the other hand, you could tell us what’s going on.”
“Turrtmm,” Fiona said as she finished untying her legs, and then walked over to close the door before she looked at us.
“Sorry – we were watching a film,” I said as Patty held Frank. “Now then, young Master Cottrell, why don’t you tell us what’s going on here?”
Frank just looked at the three of us, not saying a word.
“Come on Frank – if you’re here, Charlie and Freddie must be here with you. Where are they?”
Frank stayed silent, blushing redder than a Riding Hood.
“Oh they’re here all right,” Patty said. “Do you see Rachel in here? Where do you keep ropes, Louise?”
“Under the bed, why?”
“Because,” she said as she reached under and pulled out a bag, “we’re going to make sure Frank stays here, and capture the boys ourselves.”
“Oh yeah,” Fiona finally said as she spat the cloth out.
“I’m not worried – they’ll get you before you know it.”
“Good – thanks for confirming they are here,” Patty said as she took a length of rope out, “now lie down, hands behind your back, or we start the tickle torture...”
“There we go,” I said as I stood back, “all snug and cosy.”
“Hrddhrrr,” Rachel said as she struggled in the chair. Like Fiona, we had bound her ankles to the front leg, and tied her legs together, folding the skirt of her nightdress up and then back once they were secured. One of my belts had been used to secure her to the chair back. “Whtruflkssgnnss?”
“Hopefully, we’ll have all four of you before they find out,” I said as Charlie patted our captive’s head. The band of white tape round her head was helping to keep her even more silent.
“Two down, two to go. Where’s Frank?”
“He’ll be fine – come on, let’s leave her here.”
I watched as Charlie looked round the room, and then grabbed a set of keys.
“What do you want with them?”
“Making sure she can’t get out if she gets free,” Charlie said as we went out, and he locked her bedroom door.
“Okay then – you go and check on Fiona, and I’ll head down and join Frank.”
“Gotcha,” Charlie whispered as I headed down the staircase. The film was still going, but I couldn’t hear them, probably because they were so scared. More to the point, where was Freddie? He was supposed to have been by the bathroom door!
Shaking my head, I went back to the kitchen and kept watch.
“There – doesn’t that look better?”
Fiona nodded as she pulled the rope between Frank’s legs, cinching the binding she was applying below his knees. He already had his wrists tied together behind his back, and ropes around his arms and chest, while the white tape was now wrapped around his head, keeping the towel strip and sponge in place.
“Now then,” I said as I pulled his ankles back, holding them in place as Fiona tied them to his chest ropes, “since you won’t tell us, we’ll just have to...”
I stopped as I heard footsteps outside the door, and nodded to Fiona and Patty, who stood either side, the three of us waiting.
“Now then, young Fiona,” Charlie said as he came in, “how are you... Ah. Oh dear.”
“That,” Patty said as she closed the door, “is a very good thing to say, young Charles. Now, are you going to do what we tell you to do, or do we have to make things difficult?”
I looked up at Charlie as he took in the scene, and then said “It’s a fair cop,”
“Hands behind your back, there’s a good little captive,” Fiona said, as she tied his wrists together behind his back, and then wrapped the rope around his waist to keep them in place.
“Now then,” I said as Patty wrapped rope around his arms and chest. “Where are Rachel and Freddie?”
“Who?”
“Very funny,” Patty said as she pulled the rope tight. “Where are they?”
“I don’t know,” Charlie said as he smiled at all of us. “Now, why don’t we...”
“Oh no,” Fiona said as she pushed the sponge ball into his mouth, and then peeled the end of the roll of tape free, “you can stay real quiet. I know how persuasive you can be, given half a chance.”
“Hmmm?”
“Yes you,” Patty said as they helped him to lie down, and then tied his ankles and legs, before hogtying him.
“Now then, where do you think Freddie is,” I said as I looked at the other two.
“Where the heck is Frank,” I thought as I looked at the door. “More to the point, surely one of them would need the toilet by now...”
Looking at the door again, I decided to take a look, see what was keeping them so engrossed. I listened once more, and then slowly opened the door – only to find the room empty, the film starting again.
I stood there for a moment, looking at the couch, the bowl of popcorn on the table in front of it, and slowly shook my head. “Oh sis, sis, sis – you are the cunning one, aren’t you,” I said to myself, but then closed the door and looked to the staircase.
Walking up, I put my ear to the closed door of Louise’s room, and then my own, before I walked over to the linen closet and walked in, closing the door behind me.
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KP Presents on Fri Jun 05, 2015 7:38 am, edited 1 time in total.