Postby cloudy14 » Fri Apr 10, 2015 9:34 am
“Hey Abbi!” Lauren called as she closed up the file room, “Do you think I can ride with you? I took the bus this morning and really don’t know how comfortable I’d be on th...”
Lauren rounded the corner only to see a well dressed, heavy set woman pointing a small pistol directly at her face. Clutched in the woman’s other arm was Abbi, well silenced with a hand over her mouth and nose, struggling for breath.
“Mmrrrmph mmph! Hheellhhmmmph!”
“Another little bimbo dressing the part I see! I promise to have you both come out of this without a scratch...and without your dignity”, said the woman. “No shouting now, but please be seated ladies!”
She took her hand off of Abbi’s mouth and shoved her forward towards Lauren.
“I expected Sherman to have a stable of vixens around here but dressed this garishly? Honestly, I haven't a clue why I married the man. Hands behind backs now girls!”
Abbi and Lauren glanced at one another nervously, slowly putting their arms behind them as they sat on two plush reception area chairs.
“Ahh wonderful, sweet cooperation!”
Mr. Philips’ wife produced neatly wrapped coils upon coils of thin but strong white rope from her gaudy handbag and set to tying Lauren first saying, “One must always be prepared for unlikely circumstances, you know.” Both girls sat obediently as Lauren became more and more ensnared in the knots, her breasts framed and lashed, elbows and wrists secure, ropes digging into her ankles and knees as the woman placed a final knot atop the captured robber’s bare thighs. Unfortunately, the woman did fast and remarkably good ropework.
Being eternally curious despite the situation and her discomfort, Lauren couldn’t help but politely ask her captor, “W-where did you learn to tie knots like this? They look and feel rather advanced.”
“Careful eye my masked harlot! I suppose Sherman was kind enough to afford me a good many years of luxury, and sailing clubs and maritime sport are simply divine IF you can pay the dues.” As Lauren sat, she began slowing testing her bonds being careful not to struggle too much in front of her captor.
“Now for you, Spring Rabbit!” The woman approached a clearly panicking Abbi and set to work on her, Lauren thinking that maybe chatting up the woman would lend her and her coworker a more favorable fate.
“If you think we provide additional...services to your husband than just our assigned duties Mrs. Philips, you don’t need to worry, we were just on our way to a party.”
“Believable, believable, but despite this I require much more than just petty revenge on Sherman’s ‘employees’. And in any case my freckled fae, I’ve come too far to cease. Now dear, mind that tongue please.”
As this was going on, Abbi felt the hard tugs of rope across her nylon thighs and wrists and kept quiet, worrying, “Even if I get out of this alive and with my job there is no way in Hell I’m seeing Nick tonight..and to think I’d be getting tied up for the first time WITHOUT a man!”
“Splendid! Trussed and neat like two pretty packages!”
The women were absolutely a sight to savor, looking more like models for an elaborate photoshoot than two American working girls down on their luck. Lauren sat straight and tall, not moving much to conserve energy. The little ‘robber’ dress remained atop her thighs for the moment, but Lauren knew all too well this would change once she had an opportunity to act. Next to her, Abbi squirmed her hips and arms occasionally, her breasts shifting slightly higher from the corset, heels beginning to emit little squeaks as she tried to loosen her long legs. She was already becoming red of face and in the early stages of having a fit.
“Well, it was lovely to chat but I have a safe to plunder and a flight to board. A gift for each of you now as a reward for good behavior.” Mrs. Philips dug in her handbag a final time and revealed two strips of long and crisp black cloth.
“Please Mrs. Philips! No one will hear uttthhhmmmmphh! She had casually walked behind Abbi and placed the cloth over her mouth just below the nose, securely tying it across Abbi’s lips the way it was done in the old pulps and detective serials the scorned wife still enjoyed.
“At the very least this manner of silence is civilized, ladies. Let no man or woman say that Penelope-Rose Sherman left this country a barbarian!”
Lauren turned and shot a look at Abbi, silently mouthing the word “Quiet” at her partner in distress, keeping Abbi from doing any protesting at the moment. With her big doe eyes filling with tears, Abbi nodded in confirmation.
“Absolutely Mrs. Philips. Despite the awful circumstances my coworker and I are caught in, I’m glad that we are bound and gagged by a woman of class.” That last line of bullshit was Lauren’s final hope that the woman may be charmed into leaving Lauren as is.
“Bless you, dear. However, your face and manners make me think “angel” but your attire and exposure remind me of the hussy little pixie you really are.”
Well it was worth a shot. Lauren rolled her eyes and sighed with a huff of annoyance as the cloth went across her mouth. She was starting to get marginally concerned too though, since the bonds and even the gag proved extremely secure. This would be a tough scenario to get out of...
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