## House at the Lake

Post by gagged-cowboy » Sun Jul 13, 2014 11:03 pm

House at the Lake
Part I
“You’re listening to Radio Rock and this is Diamond Darby and her newest single Put Your Ropes Around Me,” said the voice of Rikki Waters, a popular presenter, after Alice turned on the radio in the car.
“Okay family, one more nasty remark about my driving and I swear I’m gonna put my ropes around you and tape your mouth shut,” giggled the beauty behind the wheel. She has just had her 21st birthday, but looked quite older with all the piercings and tattoos all over her body. She had a simple short haircut but it was impossible to remember her original color. This month she dyed it purple. Two months ago her hair was pink with green highlights. What would it be next? Nobody knew. Sunglasses covering her dark eyes were one of very few things covering her tall and curvy figure, the others being a very shortly cut denim Daisy-Dukes and a plaid blue-and-white flannel shirt knotted right under her buxom boobs. Big cleavage suggested that she had no bra underneath.
“Why tape my mouth? I said nothing about your driving, baby.”
“Because you look goddamn sexy, honey, with duct tape over your mouth,” grinned Alice at her boyfriend Riley who was sitting next to her and who without any doubt was the more obedient and submissive person in their relationship. Not only because he was one year younger and a little shorter than his girlfriend but also because he had exactly the same purple haircut and wore exactly the same blue-and-white flannel shirt over his Nirvana T-shirt. On the other hand there were no piercings or tattoos on his pale and slender body that has probably never been in a gym.
“Yes honey, you are goddamn sexy with duct tape over your mouth,” laughed Alice’s twenty-year old brother Tommy behind them. He liked to tease that couple.
“Shut up, stupid.”
“Or what? Will you tell my sister to spank me?” Just like Alice and Riley, Tommy was dressed in jeans and flannel shirt but his was black and red. He had very long straight ginger hair.
“Alice, tell him something.”
“Shut up, both of you, or I’ll really gag you with that duct tape,” silenced them Alice and pushed the volume button of the radio again.
The fourth person in the car was Alice’s and Tommy’s mother, Elaine King, a 45-year old Math teacher who was that kind of woman many ignorant people would call fat but more precise term would be voluptuous full-figured lady because Elaine managed to look really attractive and charming all the time. Quite a lot of her kids’ friends and schoolmates including Riley were having naughty fantasies of Elaine and her large firm breasts and big butt. She knew it and didn’t mind. In fact couple of her ex-boyfriends weren’t much older that her children. Elaine, dressed in a long loose denim-skirt and a green and black flannel shirt, had been reading the morning paper and not really paying much attention to the conversation which the rest of the car’s crew was having however suddenly she decided to join in:
“Speaking of duct tape, did you hear that Gina Michaels and her teenage daughter Amber got kidnapped yesterday?”
“Who is Gina Michaels, mom?” asked Alice.
“Her husband is working for the mayor of Bakersfield. I’ve met him personally couple of times.”
“Oh, poor ladies, I hope they are okay,” said Tommy.
“Yeah, I guess being a relative of a rich and important man has its disadvantages,” remarked Alice ironically.
“Luckily we are just ordinary people and nothing like that can happen to us, right?” smiled Mrs. King and put away the newspaper.
“Yeah, what a boring life,” chuckled Alice. “By the way, brother dear, when are you going to introduce us that girl with whom you are now spending all of your time?”
“Yes, Tommy, it’s a pity that she couldn’t come with us. I’d love to meet her.”
“Oh mom, there will be a lot of time for that later. It’s nothing serious you know. We’re more like friends, you know,” said Tommy with suddenly blushing with a nervous look on his face.
“Oh sure, I can imagine that kind of friendship.”
“Don’t try to be sarcastic, sister, unless you want your mouth to be taped.”
“Why are you always talking about taping someone’s mouth or tying somebody up?”
“As if you didn’t know, Riley …” laughed Alice and imitated couple of short moans pretending her mouth was taped. Riley said nothing but it seemed that her gesture made him uncomfortable.
“By the way, Tommy, you never told us her name.”
“Yeah, that’s true. What’s her name, Tommy?”
“Err …” Tommy hesitated a little but then answered: “Ash …Ashley.”
“Beautiful name, dear.”
That was close, thought Tommy. If they only knew …
Closely behind the King family’s blue Austin there was another car going in the same direction. The orange Chrysler was driven by Debbie Prince who happened to be the best friend of Elaine King. She was also her colleague, a history teacher, and very few people knew that under the penname of Angela Desmond she published a series of mystery novels about a teenage amateur detective Sherry Rathbone. The only other occupant of her car was her son, a handsome twenty-year old boy Ash. His short hair was dyed black just like his mom’s. However he had a slender figure whereas Debbie’s body was nicely full-figured just like Elaine’s.
“I don’t like this song Put Your Ropes Around Me,” said Debbie after she turned off the radio. “The lyrics gives me creeps … ‘Put your ropes around me, tie me up and gag my mouth’ … what the hell? I don’t believe this Darby person is sane.”
“It’s only a song, ma.”
“If somebody tied me up and gagged me I certainly wouldn’t sing about it.”
“How could you with the gag in your mouth.”
Debbie chuckled. “You are right, honey. Isn’t it nice that we are all going to spend six days together after such a long time? Six days without computers, internet, TV and all those silly games you play on your PC?”
“I guess so.”
“Imagine that we are going to walk through the forest, play cards and board games, swim in the lake and talk to each other. I think people lost their ability to talk. Don’t you agree?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” said Ash and tried to sound as bored as possible but only to mask his being thrilled and excited. He will spend six days with Tommy. Six long days will certainly provide lots of opportunities to sneak out somewhere to be alone to explore each other’s body and to experience endless pleasure in each other’s arms not to mention those ropes and gags they will use.
“You don’t sound like you care much about this holiday.”
“I do mom. I think it is a great idea.” Actually it was Ash’s idea. He persuaded Tommy to talk Elaine into renting a friend’s house in the country for a couple of days because it was a unique chance to see him every day and spend more private time with him the they usually did.
“That’s good sweetie. By the way you look awesome in that flannel shirt that you had bought.”
“Thanks mom.”
“I never noticed you wore flannel shirts before.”
“All the kids wear them now. I had to buy one too.” In fact Ash bought his green-and-blue flannel shirt he was wearing because Tommy wore them. All of the members of Tommy’s family were flannel shirt wearers.
“It is actually really interesting that Elaine and her kids practically don’t wear anything else, isn’t it Ash?” remarked Debbie. “When they arrived to pick us up for this trip and I saw you and all four of them wearing those I had to go back to the house and grab this faded plaid flannel shirt my ex-husband left behind.”
“You look cool in it mom but please don’t talk about him.”
“Sorry dear.”
It was shortly before noon when they arrived at the place. The mansion which was built in the 18th century was standing on one of the hills surrounding the lake. It was quite big. It had three floors with twelve rooms, the basement and the attic. The roof was red and the walls were painted white. The house was surrounded by a deep forest. There was a beautiful view of the lake underneath. The place was secluded. The nearest town was ten kilometers south and it was a horse town called New Stockholm with only 87 inhabitants.
“It’s beautiful, don’t you think,” asked Elaine when both cars stopped.
“Yeah, wonderful,” responded Debbie.
“My name is Alice, I live in palace,” shouted the girl, grabbed her boyfriend’s hand and ran to the mansion. Even though it wasn’t a palace, for somebody who spend her childhood in a ground floor semidetached house on the suburbs of Bakersfield, this building seemed like a fairytale castle.
As the cars stopped the door opened and somebody stepped out of the house.
“Hi and welcome, I’m the daughter of your landlady Mrs. Bavaglio, my name is Lucretia or you can call me Lucy. Mother asked me to take care of you during your stay,” said the beautiful Italian girl and smiled at the families making Alice immediately jealous. She really had a lot of things to envy to Lucretia whose well-tanned body was greatly shaped and her long curly hair was raven black.
“Hello Lucy, nice to finally meet you. I have known your mom for a long time, she talks a lot about you but she has never actually even shown me your photo. It’s really nice of you to spend these days with us,” greeted her Elaine and immediately introduced the rest. “I can see that you will fit in with your clothes.” This joking remark belonged to the plaid shirt with blue, white and green pattern Lucy was wearing having her sleeves rolled up and tails knotted. A pair of blue denim shorts completed her sexy outfit.
“Oh yeah, it’s quite a coincidence that I love plaid shirts as much as you do.” She had a slight Italian accent however her English was perfect. “Let’s go inside, you must be hungry.”
While the others followed her, Alice stopped her boyfriend and whispered to his ear: “You only look at that bitch and you’re dead man, do you understand?” He silently nodded and they went on.
Everybody got their own room, only Alice shared it with Riley. The bedrooms were big and comfy with some great old furniture inside them.
During the lunch that Lucy had made, she told them a brief history of the mansion. The house was built by a French aristocrat in the 18th century. Lucy’s family got it into their possession a century later when her great-great-great-grandfather bought it and had it renovated. Her mother didn’t use the house much she mostly rented it to her friends.
After they finished their meal they went outside or to their rooms to pass some time before dinner.
In the evening Ash and Tommy entered the dining room separately to conceal the fact that they had spent the whole afternoon together in the forest playing with ropes and doing other naughty things.
Everything was prepared for dinner, only Alice and Riley weren’t here.
“I wonder what happened to them,” said Elaine.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. King. They are probably hidden somewhere enjoying each other’s company and they forgot all about the meal completely.”
“You are probably right, Lucy. Now I blame myself for telling all of you to keep your mobile phones here switched off.”
“Don’t worry mom, it’s a great idea not to be bothered by some stupid text messages for a while,” chuckled Tommy and winked at Ash. “My guess is that she dragged him to the forest, tied him to a tree and …”
“Shut up, Tommy. I see what you mean.”
“Maybe they found a hidden passage or something like that and went to explore it and now they are bound and gagged in the secret room like in the old movies,” said Ash with a grin.
Elaine started to laugh. “You are probably right, this place looks like a mysterious mansion from the old movies. Stop all that being tied up nonsense and let’s start eating. They’ll come when they are hungry.”
“Or free,” remarked Tommy.
None of the people in the dining room knew that there really was a hidden passage between the walls that could have been entered from several places around the house and it led to the hidden floor under the actual basement.
None of them also knew that while they were making jokes about Alice and Riley being bound and gagged, Elaine’s daughter and her boyfriend were lying underneath them unconscious on the dusty floor of a small stuffy room and a dark shadow of a man was kneeling next to them, taking out ropes from his bag. He proceeded to tie their arms behind their backs and once he was finished with that he cinched more rope around their feet, under and above their knees and added one more extra rope around their thighs. Then he sat them up with their backs to the wall and tied more rope around their chests.
Alice was waking up but before she fully regained her consciousness the man filled her mouth with a large white rag and sealed her lips with four wide stripes of silver duct tape. Once she realized what was going on she started to struggle and moan but that was all. The captor smiled and went on to pay attention to her boyfriend that was woken by the noises that she was making. Before he could say something he was gagged in the same manner as Alice.
Without any words he left them while those two scared captives were overcoming their shock and confusion and trying to remember what had happened to them but their memories were still somehow unclear.

### Re: House at the Lake

Post by gagged-cowboy » Sun Jul 13, 2014 11:03 pm

Part II
The atmosphere at the dinner table was getting far from jolly. Alice and Riley didn’t show up and Elaine was being more and more worried and kept silent for the whole time. Tommy and Ash were tactful and didn’t make any jokes on behalf of the absent couple. The only person who tried to engage in social conversation was Debbie who was asking Lucy some questions about the house and her family. Lucy was answering politely but seemed somehow reluctant to talk more which nobody noticed because their minds were occupied with thoughts of Alice’s and Riley’s mysterious disappearance.
As soon as the company finished their meal, Lucy rose from the table. “If you excuse me, I’ll go to bed. Leave the dishes where they are. I am going to clean them tomorrow.”
They wished her good night and she left.
“Don’t worry, mom, they’ll be fine. Maybe they came back and we didn’t even notice,” made Tommy a weak effort to calm his mother down.
“Maybe it would be wise for you, Elaine, to go to bed and get some rest. You’ll see that they’ll be back in the morning,” suggested Debbie.
“Maybe it’s a good idea but I think I am going to wait a little longer. But the rest of you can go. I am not the best company anyway. You don’t have to sit here with me.”
“Okay, dear. I’ll go. If you need something let me know,” said Debbie and left the dining room. Her son followed shortly after her. Only Tommy remained.
“Are you really sure, that you don’t want me to stay with you, mom?”
“No, no dear. Get some sleep. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, good night,” said Tommy, kissed his mom and left as well.
In the corridor leading to the stairs he was suddenly grabbed from behind and a hand over his mouth prevented him from screaming.
“Mmmmph.”
“Did I scare you?” laughed Ash and loosened his grip. “Sorry I was waiting for you and I just couldn’t resist.”
“You are crazy. You’ll pay for this.”
“Okay, your room or my room?”
Tommy hesitated for a while. “My room … in fifteen minutes.”
“See you then.”
However Elaine didn’t stay at the table in the dining room. As soon as everybody left she got up and headed towards the small grey door leading to the basement. She read too many pulp novels and saw too many B-movies set in a house like this to know that something wrong was going on in this secluded mansion.
The old wooden staircase creaked with every step she made. The descent into the darkness of the basement soothed only by a dim light from the only candle she was able to find in the kitchen took her very long time since she had to walk slowly and carefully. The banister looked like it would fall apart after the next touch of her hand.
Finally she reached the floor. She crouched and shone a light on the regular big grey stones. The layers of dust were distorted by several sets of more or less visible footprints. Someone was here recently. The room itself was quite huge, filled with old furniture covered in dust and decorated with spider-webs.
Elaine walked on through the place following the footprints, trying to pay attention to every detail she was able to see. Suddenly the footprints stopped and Elaine almost bumped into the wall.
So, there must be some secret passages after all, occurred to her.
She started examining the bricks in the wall. In the movie there is always a brick which could be pushed. However after some twenty or thirty minutes of trying every brick and stone she must have admitted that this movie theory doesn’t have to always work in reality.
And then she saw it, a small wooden statue of a medieval knight standing not far from the place where the footprints disappeared. At first she thought it was just another piece of old junk like everything else but then it struck her that there was no dust on the knight’s helmet. She reached for it and tried to pull the statue. The next thing she heard was an unpleasant heavy sound of stones grinding against each other and the wall moved. Suddenly she stood in front of a dark hole. The light from the candle revealed that there was another staircase, this time spiral and stony ending somewhere down below her in the darkness.
Lucy sat in her room smoking a cigarette after cigarette and waiting for the time when everyone would go to bed and she could sneak out of her room unnoticed.
It was long after dinner when she decided to leave the room and investigate. She switched the lights in the corridor on and tried the door opposite hers, Debbie’s room. It was locked, there was no light visible through the keyhole however she heard a silent snoring. Debbie was inside sleeping.
The room next to Debbie’s belonged to Alice and her boyfriend and was empty. Another room she tried was Tommy’s – locked as well. However she saw a light under the door and heard something. This time it wasn’t snoring. The moans sounded as if too people were having wild sex. With her ear on the keyhole she heard Ash’s excited voice whispering how sexy Tommy looked all tied up and gagged to which the other boy responded agreeably with his mouth stuffed or taped with something.
So, those two hot boys have a dirty kinky secret, thought Lucy and smiled. She skipped Ash’s room and went directly to the one occupied by Elaine. The door wasn’t locked. She opened it a little and saw immediately that nobody was inside.
To her surprise she found nobody in the dining-room either. And then she spotted a tiny hole between the grey basement door and the wall. Elaine must have opened it and gone down there.
Meanwhile the staircase led Elaine to the hidden floor under the house. The candle in her hand was almost burnt out and she hoped she wouldn’t get lost down there. She found herself in a long dark corridor, end of which she didn’t see. Every now and then there was an old door or a passageway on both sides. She expected a room or two but not these catacombs. She tried a rusty doorknob on the first door. It didn’t even move. She walked on and after a while she heard some noises behind the door on her right side. It sounded as if somebody was trying to talk with a gag in their mouth. She listened carefully and after couple of seconds she was absolutely sure.
“Oh my god,” she said. “My little girl must be bound and gagged behind that door. I gotta help her.”
Before she could do anything else, a shadow emerged from a narrow passage in the opposite wall.
She was grabbed from behind by a pair of strong gloved hands. The candle fell down on the floor and the light suddenly faded. She was in the darkness struggling against the unknown assailant. She made a cry for help but a large handkerchief was stuffed in her mouth making her next cries muffled. She was thrashing around in the man’s hands as she heard a sound of the door being open. The she was dragged inside and the door behind her was slammed shut with a loud bang.
Lucy was lighting her way with a small torch in her mobile phone. As she stood in front of the same door where Elaine was grabbed some minutes ago she only hoped everything was okay. Then again, why shouldn’t it be?
Lucy opened the door and stepped into the room. A smile appeared on her face. Everything was okay. Alice and Riley were bound and gagged on the floor next to each other mumbling and moaning through their gags and Julius was just finishing tying up Elaine who was also gagged with tape holding the handkerchief in her mouth. When they all saw her they started to shout and scream because they thought she was going to be the next. Their muffled yet loud shouts meant everything from “help us” to “run and get the police” however Lucy ignored them and said only: “Hello, everybody, I hope that you are comfortable. You look lovely bound and gagged like this. I noticed that you were chatting quite a lot about people being tied up and gagged so now you have a chance to explore what it really feels like.”
The only response she got was their protests.
“I bet you have a lot of questions. All of them will be answered later, trust me. We still have several people to capture and I don’t want to repeat it over and over,” said Lucy and then she turned to her partner who just got up while Elaine was squirming trussed up on the dusty floor. The tight ropes around her waist and chest were only enhancing her plump figure making her curves even sexier. “You’ve done a great job, honey. Have you done the ransom footage of those other two?”
“Yes, I have. I think it will be a better idea if we put these three together with the rest. Easier to guard all of them.”
“Okay, I agree.”
“What about the people upstairs?”
“There is only one chubby lady like this one, and two hot sissy boys. We don’t have to worry about them now. The fat lady is sleeping and the boys are spending some quality time together.” She laughed and winked at Elaine who didn’t understand what her remark was supposed to mean and at the moment she even didn’t care.
“Okay, let’s move them to the rest of the captives then,” said Julius and grabbed Elaine, stood her up on her feet while Lucy opened the door and lit his way with her mobile phone.
The room to which they were moved was much bigger than the previous one. Once all three of them were inside Lucy and her partner lit the candles and Elaine, Alice and Riley saw the remaining prisoners who were also sitting bound and gagged on the floor. They were even blindfolded. Elaine observed that the first of them was a woman of her age and similar plump figure. She was wearing a grey satin blouse, black leather skirt, torn pantyhose and black leather boots. Her blond hair was partly covered with a black blindfold and blue bandanna tied over the woman’s mouth. Next to her a younger blonde was sitting in the same predicament. She was wearing a blue unbuttoned denim shirt with a black T-shirt under it and white jeans (now dirty from the dust of course). The last captive was a raven-haired girl wearing a denim skirt and pink-and-black plaid flannel shirt.
Lucy removed their blindfolds one by one and Elaine immediately recognized the two blondes – Gina Michaels and her daughter Amber. She read about their kidnapping during their way up here. The brunette girl she didn’t know.
“My dear prisoners meet Ms. and Mrs. Michaels, two ladies who kindly enabled this great meeting by letting themselves get kidnapped for ransom.” The blondes made some grunts showing their disapproval. “And the real Miss Lucy Bavaglio who let me assume her identity and whose mother was kindly enough to bestow us this great haunted house for our criminal activities.” The brunette in the plaid shirt started to mumble through her gag and shake her head to tell the other prisoners that she also was the victim and her mother had nothing to do with this situation. Elaine and the rest of course understood.
“Okay, honey, let them enjoy each other’s company. I am going to take care of the situation upstairs. They are going to get up soon. It is almost morning,” said the fake Lucy and left the struggling and moaning six with her partner in crime.

### Re: House at the Lake

Post by gagged-cowboy » Sun Jul 13, 2014 11:04 pm

Part III
Debbie was an early bird. Without an alarm clock she woke up shortly after daybreak, got dressed in the same clothes as yesterday and reached for her pen and notebook. During the night she got some pretty exciting ideas and wanted to write them down before forgetting them. This house was really inspiring. She went down to the living room. The house was still quiet. Everybody was sleeping and there was nobody to disturb her for couple of hours. She made her coffee strong and went outside where she sat on a wooden bench, took a long sip of her hot drink, lit a cigarette and opened her notebook. Yesterday’s mysterious disappearance of Alice and her boyfriend (she only hoped that they returned safely during the night and were now calmly sleeping in their bedroom) and all that talking about getting bound and gagged evoked some thrilling fantasies about her heroine Sherry Rathbone and her friends getting kidnapped, tied up and gagged while visiting a mysterious house in the country. She decided that all of her characters would be dressed in flannel shirts just like all of them were yesterday which reminded her to buy a shirt or two after she gets home because she really started to like this kind of clothing.
The fake Lucy, whose real name was Isabella, heard Debbie get up and leave the room. She also watched her going outside with her notebook.
After thinking of her plan to grab the lady, she went in the hall where she made sure that both boys were still asleep. She heard loud snoring behind their bedrooms’ doors. She left the mansion carrying a small bag containing stuff for capturing Debbie.
“Oh good morning Lucy,” said Debbie after spotting the girl approaching her.
“Hi, Debbie, good morning to you too.”
“You’re up quite early, aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah, what are you writing?”
“Just some notes for my future mystery novel,” replied Debbie flattered with her interest.
“That’s cool. I have always admired people who wrote stories. I was never able to write anything else than text messages myself,” chuckled Lucy/Isabella and slowly opened her bag.
“Well, I bet you have other talents, haven’t you?”
“I sure do,” said Isabella and put her right hand into her bag. “By the way did hear Alice and Riley coming yesterday?”
“No, I didn’t. Did you?”
“Yeah, they got here before midnight. I heard them talking to Elaine. They were probably having a romantic walk or something.”
“Oh, I am so glad that they are safe. I was quite worried something bad might have happened to them.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Then for a while both were just sitting watching each other and thinking of what to say when suddenly Lucy/Isabella broke the silence: “Have you ever seen these before?”
She took out a pair of solid metal handcuffs.
Debbie who often used handcuffs in her stories smiled. “Do you use them with your boyfriends?”
“Yeah, I do,” said the girl and chuckled because only she knew the true meaning of what she was saying. “Do you want to put them on, Debbie?”
“Oh no, I am little too old for playing cops and robbers.”
“You are never too old for playing cops and robbers, come on. Please.”
“Oh, alright,” giggled Debbie and put her hands behind her back. “I hope you have the key.”
“Yeah, it is somewhere, I believe. And now the gag.”
“Wait. Why? I don’t want to be gagged. Come on. Take those off. I have a lot of writing to do.”
“Sorry lady, it will have to wait,” said Isabella devilishly and without any warning stuffed Debbie’s mouth with a big folded handkerchief.
Debbie protested and moaned for help. She even tried to spit the gag out but Isabella quickly tied a red bandanna between her captive’s teeth and made a tight double knot behind her head. Then she pulled out a gun from her handbag.
“Needless to say that this is no game, Debbie. My name isn’t Lucy and all of your friends except for your son and his boyfriend are bound and gagged in the basement guarded by my boyfriend. Let’s go and join them. And don’t forget I have a gun and I won’t hesitate to use it.”
Scared and confused Debbie got up and walked reluctantly towards the house. This was like a plot from her novels. Now she really knew how Sherry and her friends who got tied up and gagged so often in her stories really felt. The fear she described on the pages of her books was nothing in comparison with that she felt. In addition she was surprised with what she heard. Why was the crazy girl talking about Ash and Tommy being boyfriends? Was she only kidding or was it true? She was a modern mother and she certainly wouldn’t mind her son having a boyfriend but she never expected to find out about it this way from somebody who had just kidnapped her.
Two hours later Tommy woke up. He was alone in his bed dressed only in his flannel shirt. Ash went back to his room during the night. They didn’t want to be found by anyone in the morning. With his mind still full of thoughts about the last night he was lying in his bed until he heard knocking.
“Yes, come in.”
The door opened.
“Good morning,” said smiling Ash.
“Oh, good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“I sure did. Let’s go downstairs and have some breakfast.”
“Hi boys, I made you some sandwiches and coffee.”
“Hi Lucy, that’s great,” replied Tommy after they came in the dining room and saw their hostess sitting at the table with breakfast on it.
“Where is everyone?” asked Ash.
“Your mothers went to the police station in New Stockholm. Alice and her boyfriend didn’t return last night. I hope they are okay.”
“That’s weird. What could happen to them?” wondered Tommy.
“Maybe they got lost in the forest or something like that during the night.”
“Maybe …”
“Come on boys, your coffee will be cold,” said Lucy/Isabella and poured nicely smelling drink into their cups.
Both started took a few sips.
“It is really good, Lucy.”
“Real Italian coffee. The best in the world,” smiled the girl. “And don’t worry about them. These forests are safe. No escaped criminals or wild animals around here.”
“I hope you are right, Lucy,” said Tommy worriedly and yawned. “Oh, I feel a little sleepy:”
At the same moment Ash made a loud yawn as well. “Me too.”
“No wonder boys after the fun you had last night.”
They stared at the girl in disbelief. “You heard us?”
“Sure. In a little while you are both going to be bound and gagged again, don’t worry. I know you like it.”
“What are you talking about?” said Tommy and covered his mouth with his hand as he started yawning again. He felt his eyes were closing.
“I put sleeping pills in your coffee. You are going to get some nice sleep and when you wake up you will be nicely bound and gagged in the basement together with your mothers, Alice and that cute boy whose name I still keep on forgetting.”
“But why Lucy?” asked Ash as he saw Tommy’s head falling on his shoulder.
“Your friend is sleeping, Ash. You might wanna take another long sip and join him.”
“Why did you do this to us, Lucy?”
“My name isn’t Lucy, dear.”
Ash didn’t understand anything. His eyes started to close and soon he was unconscious as well.
“Good night sweet prince,” said Isabella and got up. She had to tie their hands and feet in case they woke up before she could fetch her partner in crime to help her move these two to the basement.
No mother surely wants to see her children bound and gagged unless they are wild, hysterical and unmanageable. Elaine had been watching her tied up daughter for the last long hours fearing the same might happen to her son. She was sure that soon both boys will be brought here restrained and silenced. When the door opened and she saw the girl pretending to be Lucy and heard her telling her partner that the birds had been caught she knew that her fears became reality. Silently she looked at Debbie who had been led to the room tied up and gagged at the gunpoint almost three hours ago and she saw the same desperate look in her eyes. Both ladies were quiet, they had already found out that any attempts to struggle or resist are useless and so did the rest of the captives in the basement.
However they both started to try to scream and shout when the door opened again some ten or twenty minutes later and their captors brought in an unconscious tied up body. Debbie immediately recognized her son. He was carefully laid on the floor and the second both thugs left to fetch Tommy she moved towards Ash and tried to wake him up with her hands and mumbling.
The first thing Tommy felt after he came round was a taste of cloth stuffed in his mouth. He couldn’t move his tongue or jaws. He felt tape stuck on his lips and chin. His ankles, knees, wrists and chest were tightly bound with ropes. He couldn’t move. He made an attempt to talk but produced only some mumbling sound to which he got the same responses from other people in the room. He opened his eyes and saw Ash and the rest bound and gagged together with three women he didn’t know. Suddenly he remembered what happened. Lucy drugged their coffee which put him and his friend to sleep. And what was even worse she somehow found out about their secret kinky relationship. He hoped she wouldn’t tell anybody but since she was so cruel to kidnap so many people she certainly wouldn’t mind humiliating them even more by exposing their secret.
The unbearable hours full of fear were slowly passing. Exhausted, thirsty, scared and full of resignation that’s how all of the desperate occupants of the basement felt. Nobody struggled with their bonds, nobody tried to call for help through their gags, from time to time some of them made a small attempt to comfort the rest but nobody could understand or reply.
Every once in a while Isabella who had already revealed her true name to them came to check on them. Her partner didn’t show up but nobody missed him. A lot of time passed before both of them appeared in the door.
“Okay folks, Mr. Michaels paid the ransom so it’s time to give him back his wife and daughter and say goodbye to you. I hope you don’t mind staying here for couple of days before someone finds you.”
Suddenly the room was filled with terrified and muffled yet really loud screams and protests.
“I’m gonna miss you people, you were really nice,” grinned Isabella and together with her accomplice they grabbed Amber and Gina and took them away.
Elaine, Debbie, Alice, Riley, Tommy, Ash and the real Lucy were now left alone bound and gagged in a small dark room two floors under the ground with only a tiny chance of being found. All they had was their hope which was getting smaller with every minute of being down there and their fear which on the other hand wa

### Re: House at the Lake

Post by gagged-cowboy » Sun Jul 13, 2014 11:05 pm

Epilougue
One month passed and the summer was coming to its end when Ash was walking home. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and he had just finished the last day of his summer job at the gas station. He was wearing the same flannel shirt that he wore when he was captured together with the others in the house at the lake. The shirt was bringing all those memories back to him, the memories of the beautiful night with Tommy, the memories of him being bound and gagged and last but not least the memories of their rescue. Lucy’s mother, Mrs. Bavaglio after several unsuccessful attempts to phone her daughter started to suspect that something was wrong and decided to go to the lake to check things out. She saw the cars in front of the house but didn’t find a single soul inside which was weird because the main door was unlocked. She drove back to New Stockholm and informed the police.
The only two police officers in the town were skeptical about the situation however went back there with her and one of them by accident moved the statue of the knight in the basement and they all found the secret passage. Some minutes later they also discovered the bound and gagged prisoners.
Mrs. and Ms. Michaels were safely returned to Mr. Michaels who paid the ransom, Isabella was found bound and gagged in a motel and her boyfriend disappeared with all of the money.
Ash wasn’t thinking of these past events as terrible nor tried to forget them. He looked at what happened as a thrilling adventure and always got excited when he saw himself, Tommy and the others bound and gagged in the basement.
“Hi mom, I’m home.”
“Hi honey,” said the voice from the kitchen. “The dinner is in the fridge and there is a little surprise for you in your bedroom. I gotta hurry. I don’t want to get there at midnight.”
Since their return his mother started to write a new mystery novel and was now in the process of finishing it. That’s why she rented a small bungalow for this weekend. She went to the country to complete the last pages of her book without being disturbed which meant that Ash was going to be home alone for three days. The three days Tommy would be spending with him. The awesome three days.
Debbie walked out of the kitchen dressed in blue jeans, green and blue flannel shirt and a leather jacket. She had a small handbag over her shoulder.
Ash noticed that before their trip she rarely wore a flannel shirt. After they were rescued she bought at least five and practically didn’t wear anything else.
“Did you invite Tommy, honey?”
Ash hesitated. Nobody knew that Tommy would be coming over.
“It’s okay, dear. I know everything. Enjoy your weekend.”
She kissed him goodbye and after a while he heard the sound of a starting car engine.
So mom knew all the time, thought Ash. She is so cool that she doesn’t mind.
He went up to his room and there was a cardboard box on his bed. Inside there were at least ten colorful flannel shirts. He immediately took off the one he was wearing and grabbed the first one on the top and started to imagine himself bound and gagged. Then he opened his wardrobe and took out a black bag which had all of his bondage gear inside and laid all the ropes, handcuffs, scarves, bandannas, handkerchiefs, ball gags and duct tape on the bed.
After that he picked up his cell phone and sent a text message to Tommy: “Everything is clear, come asap. Ash.”
The End