A slumber party gone wrong

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:22 am

13 year old Rebecca got an invitation through the mail. She opened the envelope and quickly read through it. Then she yelled: “DAD! MUM! CAN I GO TO A SLUMBERPARTY ON FRIDAY? PLEASE? I’VE GOT AN INVITATION FROM FRIDA!”
She handed the letter to her parents, and they read through it a bit more carefully than their impulsive daughter had.
It said:
“You have been chosen for a girls-only slumber-party on Friday.
You are welcome at 6.30 PM, wearing a thick diaper and dressed in a night-gown, dressing-gown, bed-socks and slippers, to this address:
14, Midnight road, Darksville
Be prepared for a fun-filled night. Please bring extra diapers, just in case, and a sleeping bag.” And it was signed only with an “X”.
“Oh, I don’t know, hunny!” her father, as ever the cautious one, said. “For one thing; Darksville’s a long way away. I don’t think I’m prepared to let my precious little daughter be so far away from her family!”
“BAH; that’s a shed-load of nonsense, and you know it, Thomas Parkinson!” her mother, who was a much more adventurous kind of person, snorted. “You just don’t like her being in a situation, which is totally out of your control!” Then, she turned to her daughter:” Don’t pay any attention to what your father says! You know what he’s like. Of course we’ll let you go. I’ll even drive you there myself!”
Once again defeated by the women in the household Tom slouched away, muttering to himself.

6.29 PM, Friday; Rebecca stood outside the door of 14, Midnight Road, Darksville. It was dark blue, and had yellow stains on it, which Rebecca supposed would symbolize the stars. She knocked on the door, and when she was let in she turned around and waved “Good bye” to her mother.
She was dressed in a night gown made of wool. Quite by chance, it too was dark blue with yellow stars, and had wide, white frill, sewn on around the hem, cuffs and neck. Over that, she wore a pink fluffy, plush dressing gown. She was also wearing the thickest diaper she and her mother could find at the store and she carried a plastic bag with a pillow and a few more diapers. A pink sleeping bag was rolled up and tucked under her arm.

In the room where they were supposed to sleep, she was told by Frida: “Just put your sleeping bag where ever you want to.” She did, and then went to talk to the other girls. She soon noticed that although they all wore voluminous night gowns and thick diapers, hers were, by far, the most voluminous and thickest.
Besides Frida and Rebecca there were also Josephine, who was wearing a lime green fleece night gown and Steffi, who was wearing a strawberry-red wool night gown. Frida wore an off-white woolly one, dotted with small light blue, green and pink flowers. All of the gowns were ankle-long and long-sleeved, and they all had very pink, very fluffy, over the knee woolly bed socks.

It was well past midnight, before they finally fell asleep. They had been chatting exclusively about boys, horses and clothes, ever since they got together.
About two hours later, they were woken by the door crashing into the wall, and two men rushing in. They were ordered to lie on their stomachs and put their hands behind their backs.
Dazed and confused, they did as they were told, and Rebecca felt her wrists and ankles being snugly tied together by a coarse rope. Then a big piece of cloth was pushed between her teeth, filling the entire mouth and a wide ribbon was tied around her head to keep her from spitting it out.
Frida and Josephine were put back to back, and a long piece of rope was wound several times around their waist, to stop them helping each other to get free, and tied off out of reach of any of them. Steffi had her arms tied to her waist, and laid on her stomach, beside them.
“Go and check if the van’s here!” one of the men said. As it apparently was, Rebecca was thrown over one of the men’s shoulder. As he put a hand on her backside, he commented on how he thought she was wearing a thick diaper. For some reason, they took her bag with them, as they left.
She was carried outside, and dumped in the back. The door was slammed shut, and the van started moving.

After a very uncomfortable ride, the van stopped and she was carried to a small cave and dumped on the bare, stony floor. As it was a cold night, and there was no fire, she was glad she wore the warm night gown and socks.
“M-hm; and now what do we do, Mr. I-know-all?” One of the men angrily snorted.
“How should I know? Let me think, will you. And besides, it was your idea to take her in the first place. You said she could come in handy one of these days. Now I ask you: in what way will she come in handy? Huh?
Are we going to use her as hostage? Are we, or are we ever likely to be, in a situation where we possibly would need a hostage?
The answer to that ought to be: ‘NO, we’re not’!
The truth is that we’ve now have become kidnappers! It’s as plain and simple as that! And I don’t like being a kidnapper! I’ve seen what they do to kidnappers in jail, and let me tell you; it ain’t pretty!”

While the men had been arguing, Rebecca’s mind had been hard at work.
“This” she realized,” has quickly gone from being a friendly slumber party, to something far more complicated, and potentially dangerous. If I’m to survive this, or at least get out of it with my dignity still somewhat intact, I quickly need to take charge of the situation. And I think I know just how to do it, and have some fun at the same time.”
She started” M-ph”-ing louder and louder, until one of the arguing men turned to her, growling:” Yea, yea, we hear you! What do you want?”
“Please, dear sirs! I think I know how to turn this situation around, so you maybe get some money, and I definitely get some fun, at the end of it!” Rebecca said, while thinking: “A bit of grovelling never hurt anyone; has it? I’ll soon get these bozos sorted out!”
“Oh, yea; and how do you suppose that’ll happen?”
“Well, if you let me sit up, maybe in a chair or something, I could tell you. I tend to think better when I sit up, and the floor is rather cold.”

The villains got a wooden chair, and lifted her into it. It was somewhat rickety, but was a hell of a lot better than lying on the floor.
“First things first; let’s introduce ourselves. I’m Rebecca, and you are...?”
The men introduced themselves as Sam and Will.
“OK; introductions over! Let’s get to the next bit. As I think you noticed before, Will, I am wearing a diaper. I don’t usually do that, but for now it is perfect, and I’m actually starting to enjoy it. The thing is; I don’t that many, so if I’m to be your hostage, or whatever you want to call it, one of you will have to go and buy some more. Two more packs should get me through this, I suppose.”
Then, she realized something else. “Look; nice as it is around here, we can’t stay cooped up in this little cave for long. It is far too cold, and I don’t know about you two, but I don’t want to catch a cold or something worse. I’m an only child, and my parents will be out of town for the next week or so, on a business-trip. You could use my house as a hide-out, and I’ll have a dry and warm place to be a hostage in. What do you say?”

Will and Sam walked over to the wall and started whispering. Eventually they came back, and Will said with a cunning look in his eyes: “You’re a clever little girl, you are. Let’s say, just for the sake of argument, we go along with your plan. What would stop you from calling the police, the minute we leave you unguarded?”
Now, Rebecca really needed to think fast, but luckily, she had never wasted time thinking about trivialities. “Well, you could start by having me gagged, and my hands and feet tied to a chair during the days, except when I’m in the bathroom a couple of times a day changing my diaper, or eating. Then one of you could stand guard outside the bathroom-door, which could be left a bit ajar, and I could maybe have a rope tied around my waist or something. I could also have my hands and feet tied to my bed at night, somehow. And one of you would of course have to stay and watch me, at all times. Maybe you could take turns, doing that?”
“Well,” Will said, suddenly looking very unsure, “you see the thing is that this is only supposed to last until tonight, and then we will set you free, no harm done.”
“M-hm,” Rebecca nodded. “Yes, I see! Well boys, you seem to have a change of plans on your hands. You will take me from this dark, damp and cold place, and keep me as your prisoner in my own warm, dry and well-lit home, until I say otherwise.” She stressed the word “I”.
Oh, yea?” Sam snorted. “Since when did you become our leader? We’re supposed to tell you, what to do; not the other way around!”
“Yes, well, if that’s the way you want it. But let me tell you something; if you go along with my revised plan, I won’t turn you in. If you don’t; well then you’ll be in the slammer by this time tomorrow!” Rebecca tried to look as menacing as she could, and it seemed to work, because the men went along with her plan.
“Anywhere’s better than this place, let me tell you.” as Will put it.
“Well then! Sam, you put the gag back in my mouth, and let’s go! This early, there won’t be many people around seeing you carry me into my house.” Rebecca ordered.

They arrived at her house at 6 a.m, and she was thrown over Wills’ shoulder; carried inside and tied to a wooden -chair, while Sam went to Fridas’ house to pick up her stuff, and to tell the other girls she was all right, and that she had now become their leader/hostage.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: A slumber party gone wrong

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Apr 08, 2013 7:28 am

Nice story, amazing that kidnapper let them rule by 13 old girl that must absolute beginners. If was planed for sleep over than the would sure not broking that the girls awake.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: A slumber party gone wrong

Postby PiggyBoy » Mon Apr 08, 2013 8:56 am

Good start. Can't wait to hear more.
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Re: A slumber party gone wrong

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Apr 09, 2013 2:12 am

They arrived at her house at 6 a.m, and she was thrown over Wills’ shoulder; carried inside and tied to a wooden-chair, while Sam went to Fridas’ house to pick up her stuff, and to tell the other girls she was all right, and that she had now become their leader/hostage.

At the house, Rebecca started “M-PH”-ing again, and Will took her gag out.
“What do you want?” he asked in an irritated voice; he wasn’t at all happy being appointed her “babysitter”.
“Please,” Rebecca said,” I need to change my diaper. Could you get a long piece of rope (I think there’s some in the garage) and tie it around my waist. Then, I’d also like to get out of my night-gown, and into something else. I can wear the gag, while I’m in the bathroom, if you like.”
Will snorted, but put the gag back in her mouth, and went to the garage to get the rope.

When he came back, he had a 25 meter long coil of coarse rope in his hands. He lifted her night-gown just high enough to tie one end of it around her waist, and then he untied her feet, so she could walk to the bathroom. He untied her hands and instead tied them in front of her, and she got off the chair and walked over to the closet, where she picked out some underwear, grey over-the-knee woolly socks from her extensive collection, and a grey sweat-suit, all of which had seen better days.
In the bathroom, she took the night gown and the used diaper off and put the diaper in the garbage. She used a damp ferry cloth to get reasonably clean, brushed her hair as much as she could, and then started to get dressed. She got a bit of a problem getting the sweater over her head without disturbing the gag too much, but eventually she managed.

She took a good look at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
“I actually don’t look too bad!” she thought,” as long as you don’t mind the ribbon covering my bulging cheeks, and that I have to waddle a bit, when I walk. I actually think I’ll ask mum and dad, if they would consider tying me up, gag me and sometimes diaper me. Yea,” she decided,” I will, as soon as possible!”
She opened the door, and she and Will went back to the chair, where he once again tied her hands behind her back. Then he used the rope, which he had tied around her waist, to pin her waist to the back of the chair, before tying her legs together again. The last thing he did, before leaving her alone for a while, was to check that her gag was securely tied in place.
Satisfied it was, he left the room.

Just as he did, the front door opened and Sam came in. He had brought Frida with him. When he swathe somewhat shocked look in Rebecca’s eyes, he tried to calm her down by saying:
“It’s OK! I haven’t kidnapped her or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. She just wanted to see for herself that you were OK! If you want to, I can take your gag off, so you can have a little chat.”
Rebecca shook her head, at the same time as Frida said:” Thanks, but that won’t be necessary. I just wanted to see for myself she was OK.” Then she turned directly to her friend:” You’re still wearing a diaper, I see. Comfy, I guess?”
Rebecca nodded, and Will said, quite sourly:” Yea, she is. And she’s just changed it, and put on some decent clothes. Running around in night-gowns like that! Just so you know; if you had been my daughters, I wouldn’t have allowed it!”
“Then,” Frida very calmly said, “I’m very glad we’re not!”

The day dragged on. Rebecca only allowed herself a few breaks from being tied to the chair, and having her hands tied behind her back. She then, by using signs, asked them to tie her hands in front of her so she could use the bathroom.
After one such break, Sam said: “Look; the sun is shining. Instead of tying you back in the chair in here, why don’t I tie you to that metal-pole out there,” he pointed to a part, way in the back of the back-yard, where she would be sheltered, both from the rather chilly wind and where none of the neighbours could see her, “so you could maybe soak up some sun, for a while? We could check on you, both by going out and ask you, and by just looking at you through the window.”
She thought about it: ‘I’ve just changed my diaper, and it’s getting kind of boring sitting inside all day.” She nodded, he grabbed the rope hanging from her waist, and together they walked outside. She tried to walk as slowly as she could, just to see if anyone in the surrounding houses would react, but apparently no one did. They reached the pole, and Sam, for the moment, untied her, so she could take her sweat-suit off.
He tied her hands back together again in front of her, and then told her to put them as high up as she could. He tied them to the pole, and then bent down and tied her knees and ankles to it.
Then he took a couple of steps back, and looked at her. What he saw was a girl; dark, straight, thick hair down to the middle of her hips, fringe being cut straight off just over her eyebrows, about 1 meter 30, wearing only a white sleeve-less t-shirt, dotted with pale pink rose-buds, grey over-the-knee socks, and a very thick diaper. Her wrists tied together as high up on a pole as she could reach, and her ankles tied together. Her mouth stuffed to capacity, another wide strip of fabric tied around her head to prevent the stuffing from falling out.
“Are you going to be OK like that?” he asked. She nodded and he returned to the house.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: A slumber party gone wrong

Postby SelenaGfan » Tue Apr 09, 2013 2:29 am

I'll never understand the diaper fetish,but good story otherwise.