Emilia's abduction

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:57 am

This summer I went to live with my cousin Dick. He and his family lives in his fathers’ parents house, an old farm way out in the countryside, miles from anyone or anything remotely resembling civilisation.

One day, Dick and I went exploring. In the loft of an old barn, quite close to the house, we found a door. When we tried to open it, we found it was locked, but the lock was so old it broke when we shoved a bit harder. Inside, the walls were covered with shelves stacked high with chains and ropes, and the stone-walls had rings embedded in them. From the rings, more chains hung. Some kind of wide bracelets were attached to all the chains. Some bracelets were wide, some narrow. There were even some, which were huge, and looked more like something you could wear around the neck. In a drawer, we found lots of locks and keys. When we tried them, they worked surprisingly well, considering their apparent age. In fact, everything seemed to be very well maintained, as if someone were up there on a regular basis.
“What a strange room filled with strange things!” Dick said as he picked through all the stuff. ”I wonder if dad even knows it’s here? Let’s ask him.”
When we did, he denied any knowledge of it. He claimed to have been over every inch of the farm many times as a boy, and had never come across such a room as we described; not ever. We showed it to him, and asked if we could use it as our hang-out, when the weather was bad. He said we could.

One such day, we went up there again. We had originally planned to go swimming in a pond on the property, but were surprised by a sudden rainstorm. We were therefore dressed in our bathing clothes; well, I was dressed in a proper bathing-suit, white, with pale blue, vertical stripes and pink flowers; he was dressed in a pair of old track-and-field shorts, which he now used as bathing-trunks.
“Everything in here,” he said, pointing at the chains on the wall, “almost looks like things you would normally find in a medieval dungeon. Hey, that gives me an idea! How about we play a “damsel in distress”-game, where you’re for obvious reasons the damsel, and I’m the bad guy?”
“That sounds great!” I agreed. “But, aren’t you forgetting something; if you’re playing the bad guy, and I’m the damsel; who is going to play the good guy?”
“Ah, well, um: I don’t know!” he admitted, looking rather foolish.
They were startled when they heard a voice behind them. “How about me? I could be the best ‘good guy’ you’ve ever seen!”
When they turned around, they saw Dick’s father Patrick, who had followed them inside. “Are you sure?” Dick asked.
“Course I’m sure!” Patrick boasted. “You chain Emilia” that’s me, “to the wall, and I’ll try to rescue her.” He started walking down the ladder again. “Give me a shout, when you’re done!” were his fare-well words.

Dick grabbed my arm and led me to the wall, and locked two of the rings around my wrists. When I tried to yank my wrists free, I found the rings were just wide enough to hold them without being painful, but not so wide, I could get my hands out. I was now trapped against the wall, with my arms raised high above my head.
“OK!” Dick said triumphantly. “Let’s see if anyone can set you free!” He went away, presumably to get his father, leaving me all alone.
As I stood there, I could hear mice rustling in the straw.
“PLEASE, get me out of here, soon!” I thought. “I don’t like mice!”
It must have stopped raining while I stood there, because a faint ray of sunlight appeared on the floor in front of me. The ray moved slowly across the floor, and still no one appeared to rescue me. When it had finally reached the corner, I could hear someone coming up the ladder. The door swung open and an unknown man stood there, watching me.

“Who are you?”he asked.
“I’m Emilia.” I introduced myself. “Who are you? And what are you doing here?”
“Who I am, and what I’m doing here, are two things that are none of your business, Emilia!”
He seemed to be very familiar with the place, because he went straight for the drawer with the keys and took some out. But instead of unlocking me from the cuffs, he took another pair and put them around my ankles. Only then did he unlock my wrist-cuffs.
“Start climbing!” he ordered. Hard as it was, naturally I did as he said, and when we were safely down on the ground, he took out a pair of hand-cuffs and locked my wrists behind my back. In a swift move, he grabbed me around the waist, threw me over his shoulder, and walked out of the barn. He carried me to a car, threw me into the back-seat, slammed the door shut, and drove off.
Now, I was indeed a “Damsel-in-distress”!
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Re: Emilia's abduction

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:43 pm

As I lay there, I could hear him muttering.
“You young ladies don’t know how to dress yourselves these days. Running around wearing next to nothing like that! When I was her age, the girls knew how to dress properly, even if they didn’t know anything else!” And things like that.
Suddenly he stepped hard on the brake, and I flew into the back of the seats in front of me.
“OUCH!” I moaned.
“Now you be quiet, Emilia!” he snapped, “or I’ll have to gag you, ahead of time.”
‘Ahead of time’? What did he mean by that? Was all of this prearranged? If it was, Dick and his dad had a lot of explaining to do!

The man went round and opened the door, dragged me out of the car and on my feet, and led me inside an old house. He pointed at a poofy, high-necked and long-sleeved, ankle-long, purple dress, made of thick velvet, with lacing in the back, and told me to take the bathing-suit off, go into the next room and put the dress on instead.
“How am I supposed to do that,” I asked, “with my hands are trapped behind my back?”
He took out the key he had taken from the barn, and unlocked the handcuffs. “Now, hurry up and change your clothes. I’ll help you lace it, when you’re done.”

“Now, that’s more like it!” the man said, a while later. When I looked at myself in a mirror, I could hardly recognize myself. The dress had ruffles at the neck and cuffs, and the neck was so stiff, I could hardly look down. From the waist up, it was so tight I had trouble breathing, much less bend over. “That’s because of the built-in corset.” he explained. “Now, sit down!”
He took the ankle cuffs off, put a pair of socks on my feet, followed by a pair of boots, and then put the cuffs back on.

While he was busy doing this, the door opened and a lady entered.
“Is Emilia ready yet?” she asked. They’re waiting for her!”
“Does everyone know my name around here?” I muttered in despair.
“Yes, we do.” the lady said. “Now stand up and put your hands behind your back, please.”
“And if I don’t?” I defiantly asked. “Then, what?”
“I can force you to do as I say, don’t you worry about that. But it would be so much easier if you did as you were told right away, without causing any trouble. The more obedient you are, the easier you will find this.”

I thought about it for a second, and then decided to do as she wanted. She cuffed me, and put a ball-gag in my mouth, which she strapped tightly behind my head, and led me into yet another, but much bigger, room.
Four men were sitting in easy-chairs around a stage. I was pushed onto it, and they started commenting my appearance.
“Kind of small isn’t she?” one of them said.
“She’s got very chubby cheeks, though.” another one noted. Ouch, that really hurt. I’ve always tried to eat things which don’t make me gain weight. Well, most of the time, anyway.
The third one took a stick and lifted the heavy skirts up. “She’s been out in the sun too much. Look, she’s even got tanned legs!” he complained. “On the bright side: that’s something that’ll disappear over time, thank God! I do so hate it when girls get a tan! The paler the better, if you ask me.”
“No one has, but nevertheless, I agree with you.” man no 2 grunted. “A girl should, preferably, be as white as a sheet. How old is the little lass?”
“‘Little lass?’ He’s getting cheekier by the minute!” I thought, as I felt the tears well up.
“I’m not certain,” the woman admitted,” but judging from her height and figure, or lack thereof, I’d guess she’s around 13. No more than 17, at any rate.” She was pretty close; I’m 14.

The comments about me continued for quite a while, but I noticed the fourth man never said a word, he just looked at me.
The man who had brought me to the house finally raised his hand, and the comments died down.
“Right, gentlemen! Let’s get down to business, shall we? Raise your hand if you want her.” No one did, except no 4.
“Ah, excellent! Excellent!” my kidnapper exclaimed. “A very good choice, even if I say so myself! I trust you will take good care of her?”
I was dragged off the stage, and the man impatiently answered:” Of course I will! Much better than any of you would have, that’s for sure!” He pushed me outside and into the back of a van. He made me sit down on a seat, (not an easy thing, when being trapped in a tight corset), blindfolded me, slammed the door shut, and drove off at high speed.
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Re: Emilia's abduction

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Nov 10, 2012 1:47 am

very good Story, I wait to read what come next. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Emilia's abduction

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Nov 11, 2012 6:04 am

The van stopped outside a big house, and he helped me to get out. Once inside, he turned to me and explained that he was going to have a party for all his friends in a couple of days. I was to be the waitress. He had a room available for me to use, for as long as I was to stay there. “Serving drinks and food can’t be that hard. I think I’ll survive this.” I thought. “I wonder, though, when he’s going to remove the cuffs?”
Then he said: “That ball-gag’s not very comfortable, is it?”
I shook my head, and he made me promise not to say a word, when he took it off. Again I nodded, and he replaced the ball with a bunched up cloth, instead. That was, for now, as far as he would go to make me comfortable, he said. He grabbed my arm and took me to a tiny room in the basement.
In there was a narrow bed, a chair and a wardrobe were several more dresses, exactly like the one I was wearing. These were, apart from another purple one, three green ones and as many blue ones, and even a black one, making the grand total of dresses nine, all of them made of thick velvet, apparently with a corset sewn into each one, poofy, long-sleeved and high-necked, and all of them way too hot for any summer’s day.

“Do you like them?” he asked.
I looked at him, as if he had just asked me if I liked walking on hot coals. “Ngo, a ongk!” (No, I don’t!) I mumbled through my gag. I shook my head violently, just to be on the safe side.
“Ah, you do! Good!” he said. Whether he really didn’t understand me, or just pretended he didn’t, I don’t know. He opened a drawer and showed me several more hand- and ankle-cuffs, as well as several more ball-gaggers, handkerchiefs, and strips of linen.
“Am I not just about the nicest guy you’ve ever known?” he asked. “I got all of these dresses and the other stuff, just so you would really feel at home!”
I stared at him in disbelief. Did he really think I walked around like this when I was at home, or was he joking? Unfortunately, he looked as if he really had meant what he just said.
“NNNNGGGG!” I hollered, stomping my foot so the chain rattled loudly.
“Easy girl, easy!” he said with a smile, trying to calm me down. “I’ll leave you here to settle down.” He once again grabbed my arm, and forced me to sit down in a wooden chair, with my arms behind the back-rest. He took a heavy chain, and wrapped it a couple of times around my waist and the back-rest.
He took a step back. “There,” he said. “I think that’ll hold you for now. I’ll be back in a while, to see how you’re doing.” And he closed the door.
“Well, that’s MIGHTY nice of you!” I grumpily thought.
I looked around the room, and realized I’d get claustrophobic very quickly, if I had to spend much time in here.
Unfortunately, I had to; during the days being chained to the chair. During the nights, I wore an over-sized, grey woolly night-gown. Because the door was always locked at night that was the only time I wasn’t cuffed or chained to anything. My hands were nearly always cuffed, except when I changed clothes, and my ankles always were. The room had no windows, so the only way out was through the door.

So one afternoon came the big moment, when he came and told me I was going to get out of the room! Well, for a couple of hours, at least. He told me to put on the black dress. He laced it in the back, and gave me an apron to wear. He cuffed my hands in front of me, and we went upstairs.
He gave a tray to hold, and pad-locked my cuffs to it. He put glasses on it and filled them with drinks, which made it very heavy. He positioned me in a corner on the opposite side to the entrance. As there was no chair, not even a stool, I had to stand there, and wait for the guests to arrive.

Shortly before they did, he put a bonnet on my head, which had a mask attached to it, and tied it under my chin.
“The mask is a one-way mirror. You can see everything and everyone, without anyone seeing your face. When we have these kinds of functions, we don’t like to really see the servants, but at the same time we obviously don’t want them to fall into things, and cause a disturbance. It is also soundproof, but as you’re already gagged, it’s not really necessary, is it? You’re such a nice girl you wouldn’t make a sound, even if it wasn’t. Would you?”
I shook my head, and he left me once again.

When the guests arrived, they hung up their coats and grabbed their drinks. I had an eerie feeling of being there, and at the same time not. One or two of them even commented on what a lifelike statue he had, standing in the corner, holding the tray, a comment to which he only smiled.
The evening continued, and I served their dinner, and drinks afterwards. The ones, who had commented on me being such a lifelike statue, got kind of a chock, when they saw me moving.
He was right, though. No one recognized me, but I recognized the other three, who had had such rude comments about me, before I got here.
The evening ended and the guests went home around midnight, and after having done the washing-up, I finally got to bed around 1 in the morning.

When he woke me up the next morning, he told me to get ready quickly, because he had to return me before noon, and it was now 10 o’clock. I chose one of the blue dresses, put it on and he laced up in the back, before cuffing my hands behind my back and gagging me.
I kept hoping he’d take me back to where I lived, and was very disappointed, when he drove me back to the house, where he had picked me up.
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Re: Emilia's abduction

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Nov 11, 2012 12:28 pm

This time, it was the man who had made such rude comments about my tanned legs, which incidentally weren’t so tanned anymore, who picked me up. After having driven me to his home, he took me to a room, uncuffed me, and told me to get changed. On the bed was a beige one-piece suit, with a hood attached. I got out of the dress and with a little difficulty into the suit. It had sewn-on gloves and ended in a pair of high-heeled boots, also sewn on.
It was really tight-fitting, and the hood had goggles made of the same one-way material as the mask I had worn at the first man’s place. The hood had one good thing going for it, though; it had an easy-to-use draw-string closing, which meant my hair would be gathered on my back, in a kind of loose pony-tail. The best thing of all: the suit had no corset. Oh, what a relief that was, to be able to breathe freely again!

I looked in the full-length mirror, which was fixed to the wall, and saw the suit was so tight it left very little, if anything, to the imagination. I know I do have small breasts and narrow, boyish hips, but wearing this suit really made me realize just how small the breasts and how narrow the hips really were. Then I looked at the mask, and noticed it looked kind of funny, where my mouth ought to be. I tried to say something, but it came out as;”MMMPH”. I realized it did have one thing built in, and that one thing was a muffler.
“OK”, I thought, “no talking here either, then! These guys really do like their girls quiet. Only head-shakes and nods are allowed, apparently. But that only gives me more time to gather as much information as I possibly can, and to think out some way to get all of them, and get them good! Ideally, all at once if I can.”

At that moment, my new “owner” opened the door.
“Splendid!” he said. “Not a speck of unhealthily tanned skin in sight!” He took out a small padlock, which he used on the hood. Now, I wouldn’t be able to get it off, without his approval. He then showed me a coil of rope and told me to put my hands behind my back. I did, and he tied them snugly together.
“Mmmph”, I moaned.
“Oh poor baby, did I hurt you?” he sarcastically asked. “If you don’t behave while you’re here, I’ll hurt you even more. Now, come on!” he menacingly continued, grabbed my arm, and pulled me back to the entrance. He freed my arms just long enough to position me, with my back against a post, and retie them behind it. He tied another rope around my waist and a third one around my knees, and left me standing there. He left me standing there for the rest of the day, in fact.

When he released me from the post that evening, I was so weak I could hardly stand. But he, apparently, wasn’t finished with me yet. He more or less dragged me into the dining room, and tied me to another post, so he could look at me, while he ate, and let me tell you: he ate like a pig! It was not a pretty sight. When he was finished, he untied me and I was allowed to go back to my room, where I was treated to a bowl of porridge. In fact, porridge was the only thing I was allowed to eat, while I was in his “care”.
During the days, wherever he went in the house, I had to follow. He tied me to posts in every room in the house, “so I can keep an eye on you”, as he said. When he had to go out, he tied me to the post in front of the door, and I was never allowed to sit down more than a few moments at a time.
At last, after a week of having endured this, he drove me back. By then I really needed a shower, and a change of clothes, as I hadn’t had one since I got there.
At the “sales house” they even commented on the fact I smelled bad.
“Now, we have to give her a shower, before handing her over to the next person!” they complained.
“As if I would care!” the shabby man snorted.

When I got out of the shower, and a much longed-for one it was too, there was a new dress for me to take on, waiting on a stool.
“Good! “ I thought. “That probably means no more hoods for a while! But I do wish they’d take me home soon! Or at least tell me why they’re doing this.”
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Re: Emilia's abduction

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Nov 11, 2012 1:19 pm

So far, no. But the doors are locked.
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Re: Emilia's abduction

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Nov 13, 2012 12:45 pm

I woke up, at first not knowing where I was. Then I felt the fleece hood that had been placed over my head, and remembered: I had been sold to, or given away to whatever you want to to call it, yet another man.
I wondered what this week had in store for me. Because I was convinced I would only have to stay here, wherever ‘here’ was, no more than a week, and hoped and prayed he wasn’t a sleaze, like the previous one had been.
When he had returned me, they were appalled at how I looked, and told him never to set foot in there again, to which he responded:
“Gladly! You’ve got nothing in here I want, anyway.” and stormed out, loudly slamming the door shut behind him as he left.
“My, my, my, what a bad temper he’s got!” the lady commented, with bucket-loads of ice in her voice. “Oh, well, never mind! I’ll see to it he won’t cause any trouble, for any of us.”
“Maybe he won’t, but I will!” I thought.

I had been collected by my new “owner” a while later, and driven to his place. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to see where he lived, though, because he blindfolded me even before we got to the car.
“I know how you girls’ work.” he whispered in my ear, “Always looking for ways to cause trouble! Well, let me tell you right now, missy; you won’t cause any for me! Not now, not ever!”
He drove me to his home, and kept a close eye on me all day.

When the night came, I was taken to a door-less room.
“I know there’s no door to the room, and that may very well tempt you to try to run away. If it does, consider this: you will be much better off not trying to run. Here, let me show you the alternatives.” he said and opened the doors to a gigantic wardrobe. It was filled with the most wonderful and expensive, ankle-long dresses you could ever imagine. “A selection of these will be yours to wear this week, if you behave. If you don’t,” he opened another, much smaller wardrobe with two simple, grey knee-long, wool dresses, “these will be. To top it all off: you get the lifestyle that goes along with the clothes. It’s your choice!”
Talk about a dilemma: on one hand; I so wanted to wear anyone of the beautiful dresses it hurt, on the other hand; I so wanted this to end and go back to my family, I felt I had to try to run away.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he said, “I don’t like long hair. If you had been mine to keep, I would have cut it off, and shaved your head. As it is, you’ll have to wear this.” he threw me the beige fleece hood. I put it on, and made sure every last strand of my hair, was tucked inside it. It wasn’t easy, as it was a real tight fit. Thank God my hair isn’t all that long, only shoulder-length. ”That’s the way to wear it! Make sure to keep it on at all times, even when you’re in bed.”
He stood and watched as I changed into a tent-like night-gown. The last thing he did, before leaving me to get some sleep, was to comment on how skinny I was.
“Wonderful,” I thought, “he’s an asshole AND a bully! What a great combination, albeit not an uncommon one! You claim to know girls? Well this one, you don’t! I HAVE to get out of here tonight, if at all possible.”

I lay in the bed, waiting for him to turn off the lights and go to bed. I noticed he didn’t even lock the front door, so sure was he that I could be bribed into staying by showing me those dresses.
When the lights had been turned out, I waited about two hours before quietly slipping out of bed, and towards the door. I had my hand on the handle, tasting and smelling freedom, when the lights went back on, and he stood there, fully dressed.
“I thought you might try something like that, if I was your last stop on the trial-run. I obviously can’t bribe you with those dresses, so it’s back to my original plan for you.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me back to bed. On his way there, he opened a drawer in the wardrobe and took out some rope, which he used to tie my arms and legs snugly to the bed-frame. When I groaned in protest, he simply told me to be quiet.
“You could have had it so much easier, if you hadn’t tried to run away. Oh well, have it your way!”

That was the situation, when I woke up. I lay there, feeling sorry for myself, wondering what would become of me. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. He gave me the dirtiest jobs he could find, such as being on my knees scrubbing floors, and washing really dirty dishes.
Well; I can only take so much. At the end of the day, when he uncuffed me for a while, to let me change to my nightclothes, I snapped.
I started waving with my hands, trying to scratch him wherever I could; preferably in the eyes, or at least his face.
“I can’t stand it anymore!” I yelled. “I’m sick of being hauled around, being treated almost like an animal! You either treat me with the respect I deserve, or take me back to my parents! You hear me?”
“Oh, I hear you, all right!” he huffed, exhausted after having to try to avoid my razor-sharp, long nails. To my utter satisfaction, I saw he hadn’t quite managed; he had scratch-marks all over his face, alas; none were even remotely close to the eyes. “For crying out loud; people in the next county can hear you, loud and clear! Tell you what; I can’t have a girl with a temperament such as yours in my house! I might as well return you at once!” And so he did.

The owners of the house where I kept changing “owners” weren’t all too pleased to be woken up at that hour, but when he explained what had happened, they took me back.
The lady came into the cell, where they kept me.
“You want to go home, do you?” she said, her voice filled with icicles.
Undaunted, I looked her straight in the eye. “If I had struck fear in the mind of that guy, who was at least twice her size and weight, I will be damned if I wouldn’t succeed with her.” I thought, with new-found confidence.
And, lo and behold, it happened again! She diverted her gazing eyes, just for a second, but I knew I had won. I was going home! Or, so I thought.
“Hmph!” she snorted. “I’ve made some calls, and I’m afraid I can’t let you go home, at least not yet, but what I can do, is sending you back to the first man, who took you in. For some reason, he seems to think you are nice. He will pick you up, first thing in the morning!”

What did she mean by “can’t go home yet”? Oh, well; time will tell, as they say. At least I now knew I was going back to the place with the fancy, poofy dresses, which I loved. Having to wear a corset all the time, as well as all the other inconveniences, was something I would just have to learn to live with.
But I still wanted to go home so badly, it ached.
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Re: Emilia's abduction

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Nov 14, 2012 12:56 pm

I'm working on the next part. It might, or might not, surprise you, though. :D
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Re: Emilia's abduction

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Nov 15, 2012 7:17 am

I’ve been back here for about a month, and have gotten used to being completely covered in high-necked, ankle long dresses, wearing elbow-long gloves and corsets, and being gagged when I’m awake. In fact, I’ve almost forgotten how the sun and wind feels against the skin. I look at myself in a mirror every night, and I’ve noticed myself getting paler and paler. Very soon I’ll be as pale as Sam wants me to be.
Who Sam is? Why, that’s the name of my “owner”, of course. That is one of the advantages, maybe the only advantage, with wearing a mask. Going around serving people drinks and food and being generally ignored lets you hear things that you’re maybe not supposed to hear.
Naturally, it was Sam’s idea to begin with; me being the ultimate spy. At parties I go round being unnoticed listening in on peoples’ conversations, and later on leaving him written accounts about what had been said, and who had said it; on top of which I also have an excellent memory when it comes to things I’ve seen, which also goes into my report.
How is that possible, you might ask, when the mask is sound-proof? Well, it still is; but the bonnet isn’t, right? It’s a mistake most guests make; they assume that just because they can’t hear me, I can’t hear them! And you might remember that it also works as a one-way mirror? I can see things, but no one can see me! For the sole purpose of being a spy, he’s trained me to glide silently around any size room, no matter how crowded or cluttered, even though I’m heavily shackled.

At one such party, I got a nasty shock, though. I saw my cousin and his family, at one of the parties. What he was doing here, being only 15 at the time, I don’t know. Anyway; I decided to try to listen in on their conversation, with another guest. I missed the first part, but this is what I heard:
Uncle: “... daughter who visited us earlier in the year.”
Other guest: “Oh? Where is she? I’d like to meet her.”
Uncle: “She’s gone somewhere; probably back home. To tell you the truth; I don’t really care, because she was a royal pain in the back-side, if you know what I mean. My brother hasn’t even called to thank us for taking care of her! That’s gratitude for you!”
My heart sank like a ton of bricks, when I heard he didn’t care about me, or MY family, enough to be at least a bit concerned!
Other guest, with a sigh:”Oh well, youngsters these days! They’re so ungrateful!”
Uncle:”Mm. They sure are!”
Other guest:”I have to move on, I’m afraid. Nice talking to you!”
Uncle:”Likewise, I’m sure. Hope to see you again someday.”
Then to his wife:”Really nice fellow that was. By the way, it’s really nice of Sam to place these trays with drinks in here. The stand’s a bit too life-like for my taste, but hey; you can’t have it all, can you?”
“No dear,” she timidly said, “of course you can’t. Maybe we can get one just like this? I’ll ask Sam what he paid for this one.” They all slowly walked away.

With tears burning in my eyes, I walked over to Sam, to see if I could somehow be excused. I got there at the same time as my uncle and his family.
Uncle:”Ah! I see you have one over here, too. If I wanted to buy one; how much would it cost? I really do like those female curves, you see!”
Sam, raising an eye-brow, asked:” Excuse me? What are you...,” looking in my direction, immediately realizing what he was talking about,” Ah! You mean the tray-stands, do you? I’m afraid they’re not for sale. Precious family heirlooms, you know. But I have some other stuff that might interest you; if you’d like to come this way, please?” He grabbed my uncle by the arm and dragged him away. His wife took another glass of wine, from my tray and she and their son, went after them.
I continued walking around, serving drinks to the guests, but with a heavy heart. Luckily, I wasn’t required to make any drinks, just walk around like a kind of “bar-on-legs”, stopping wherever I was needed.

As I walked around, I felt someone grabbing my arm. It was Sam, who had sought me out to take me aside. He looked straight into my face-plate, and tender-heartedly asked: “Those people made you sad, did they?”
I bowed my head in response meaning: ‘yes, they did’.
He changed my cuffs, so I could write down what had happened.
“He is your uncle, is he? And they’re going round, spreading nasty lies about you, are they? M-hmm, I see! I wonder, what would happen if...?” and then, in a complete change of subject:” Tell me Emilia, would you like to go home for a while?” I was completely taken by surprise. What kind of a silly question was that? Of course I would like to go home! Once again, I bowed my head.
“Mm, thought so!” he said and nodded. “How about I send you home tomorrow to be with your own family for a while; and then I come and bring you back here?”
I bowed several times and so deeply, my head almost hit the floor, each time. I once again grabbed the pen and started scribbling;”I have a younger sister, Laura. She’s a year younger than me. Would you consider taking her as well?”
“Taking your younger sister? You mean as in ‘me kidnapping her’, as they kidnapped you?” Sam looked at me with raised eyebrows, though I could see in his eyes he had swallowed the bait; hook, line and sinker. I was glad the visor was “one-way”, so he couldn’t see my broad grin at that moment.
I bowed.
“Mm; we’ll see. But if I do, I’m going to have to keep you separated, when you’re not masked and gagged.”

The next day, I was sent home, wearing one of the red velvet corset-dresses, which were in my wardrobe, and several more packed in a suit-case.
Sam’s final words to me, before he closed the door was;” Come back to me soon, won’t you? Just call the number I gave you, and I’ll come and pick you up.”
As I hadn’t been able to use my voice for so long, I could only just whisper:” Of course I will! And I’ll bring my sister along, I promise!”
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Re: Emilia's abduction

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Nov 15, 2012 8:50 am

Hallo again nice part. But not really understand why he want that
“Mm; we’ll see. But if I do, I’m going to have to keep you separated, when you’re not masked and gagged.”

It interesting what family say abut?
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Re: Emilia's abduction

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Nov 18, 2012 7:47 am

The two girls stood with their hands cuffed high above their heads, against opposite walls of the small room. They were similarly dressed in ankle-long, poofy, velvet corset-dresses with sewn-on gloves, hoods, ball-gaggers and face-masks.
After having been tightly laced into their dresses, the girls had had their hands cuffed together in front of them, and then locked onto chains hanging from the wall. Then the ball gags had been put in place and strapped on, followed by the white bonnets and face-masks. To finish it all off, they had heavy steel-cuffs and –chains around their ankles too.

Emilia looked at her sister, wondering if they both enjoyed the situation as much. “Only time, will tell.” she concluded. She looked at the clock on the wall over the door. One more hour, then they’d be released from the cuffs. If she had had her way, they’d be cuffed like this for much longer, but as her younger sister wasn’t as used to this as she was, she had to settle for a relatively short period. She hoped they’d have their hands cuffed behind their backs next.
She looked at her sister one more time, looking for the slightest evidence of wanting to give up, but couldn’t find any.
“That’s awesome! She’s every bit as tough as I am! We’re going to have a fun time together, she and I!” Emilia thought.

Laura looked at her sister through the one-way mask, wondering what she was thinking about, and why she had been so reluctant to share these fun activities. Come to think of it; it wasn’t that hard to understand her sister’s reluctance; it was way too much fun, to be willingly shared with anyone. OK, it was a bit tough on the legs, having to stand pretty much all the time; but on the other hand, it was a very good work-out session for the thighs! And being corseted this tightly, and dragging around these heavy chains probably meant she’d lose a lot of weight very quickly! No, she corrected herself, not ‘probably’ but ‘absolutely’; and that must be a good thing. Mustn’t it? To put it nicely; she did have rather a roundish figure.
“Oh honey, it’s only your baby-fat! It’ll disappear as you get older. You’ll see.” their mother used to say, every time she complained about it.

Suddenly the door opened, and Sam walked in. Emilia had told Laura his name, but had said neither girl was supposed to know it.
“OK,” he said. “Let’s see if you’re as good a spy, and as agile, as your sister.” He unlocked Laura’s handcuffs from the wall, and led her outside. He took her to the kitchen where he changed her cuffs to those with the tray attached. He loaded it up, and told her to go and serve the guests. As Sam watched her walk away, he was struck by her natural grace; although wearing leg-cuffs Laura was still much more graceful than Emilia. Quietly he went back and released Emilia, so she could also serve drinks.

At the end of the night, both of the girls got so much praise, Sam decided to keep them both.
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