## Grease is the word (3rd and final chapter added)

Post by jennybond » Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:32 am

Chapter 1
“Has anyone seen Becky?” Alison Fisher the director and producer of Millbrook Youth Theatre’s latest production Grease, called out to the girls in the dressing room.
“No” All the girls replied.
“Natalie, Olivia go and see if she’s in the toilets she may be having first night nerves.” Alison told two of girls already changed into their pink lady costumes.
A short while later the two girls returned
“She isn’t there Alison.” Natalie told the stressed woman.
“I can do without this, twenty minutes to curtain up and my Sandy is missing. I can’t wait any longer Julie get changed it looks like tonight is going to be your big chance. Are sure you know all your lines?” Alison asked sixteen year old Julie Nolan, Becky’s understudy.
“Becky and I have been rehearsing together I know the part as well as she does.” Julie replied.
“Good girl, hurry get changed and then get yourself into make-up.”
Julie smiled an evil smile to herself as she changed out of her pink lady costume and into the long flowing fifties style yellow skirt and white short sleeved blouse that Becky was supposed to wear as Sandy.
Seventeen year old Becky Story lay sobbing on small hard bed in dimly lit room; her wrists had been crossed above her head and tied very tightly to the wooden headboard, more rope had been tightly tied around her ankles and knees over her jeans binding her legs tightly together. A mystery woman dressed all in black and wearing a black ski mask was tying a scarf tightly in her mouth that had already been stuffed with some kind of foul tasting rubber ball.
“You won’t be singing for a while, my pretty.” The woman laughed as she knotted the gag.
Earlier that evening pretty blonde Becky was on her way to the theatre, even though she had plenty of time she still took her usual short cut through the park, it was already beginning to go dark and the park was empty. She was so busy running through her lines and songs in her head as she walked that she never really noticed the white van parked up ahead of her. As she passed the van the side door burst open and some kind of sack or large cloth bag was thrown over her head, and a number of pairs of strong hands bundled the stunned girl inside, before the van drove off at great speed.
After one final check of Becky’s bonds the masked woman left the room, leaving Becky alone sobbing in the dark. The woman went into the next room and removed her mask, she was about four five years old with greying collar length hair, she put on a pair of gold rimmed spectacles before turning to two more girls in the room who were sitting watching television. These were her dark haired eighteen year old twin daughters Clare and Anne-Marie.
“If I hurry I should just make it the theatre in time for your sister’s big night. You two make sure keep an eye on that girl in there, don’t let her escape. Remember if either of you have to go in there make sure you put your masks on.”
“What about us Ma? When will we get to see the show?” Anne-Marie asked.
“It runs all week you’ll get your chance.” Ma replied.
“You mean you plan to keep her here all week.”
“Of course my dear.” Ma said with a wicked smile.
“Can’t we just blindfold her Ma? I hate wearing this mask.” Clare replied.
“Look I don’t care what you do, just as long as she doesn’t escape, I have to dash I’ll catch you later, remember lock the door when I’ve gone and don’t open it to anyone I’ll phone you when I get back so you can let me and Julie in.”
Ma left the house and made the short walk to the theatre as she walked she made a phone call on her mobile.
“Julie its Ma, everything went perfectly, your sisters are babysitting the girl, and I’m on my way to the theatre now. Are they asking questions about the missing girl?
"No Ma, Scatty Alison seems more concerned about the show I don't think she's even called her home, but I'm sure once the show is over they'll be an inquest about why she never turned up."
"That good. It was an excellent idea of yours dear. Good luck with the show honey. As they say in show business break leg. I’ll see you afterwards. ”
Last edited by jennybond on Mon Mar 12, 2012 1:32 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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### Re: Grease is the word

Post by The Black Falcon » Wed Mar 07, 2012 8:48 am

Great beginning! I have to say, Grease is probably among my least favorite musicals, but at least we get to see Becky in distress again!
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### Re: Grease is the word

Post by jennybond » Sat Mar 10, 2012 11:32 am

Chapter 2
Becky had no idea how long she’d been left bound and gagged in the dark, she’d given up struggling to free herself, whoever had tied her had done an expert job she resigned herself to the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere. As she lay sobbing in the dark all kinds of thought were going through her mind. Who were these people? Why had they kidnapped her? Surely it couldn’t be ransom she lives alone with her mum who doesn’t have much money. So what is their motive? How long were they planning to keep her tied up like this?
The two twins were sat in the next room drinking wine and watching television.
“One of us should go and check on the girl.” Clare said when a commercial break in their program came on.
“You go, I need to go to the bathroom this wine is going right through me.” Anne-Marie replied.
“Very well.” Claire said getting up and heading towards the door.
“Don’t forget this you dopey mare.” Anne-Marie called out throwing her sister one of the ski masks.
“I’ll be needing this too.” Claire said with a wicked grin taking a silk scarf from her jacket pocket that was hung over the back of a chair.
Becky watched as the door to her room opened and the masked girl entered.
“I'm hopelessly devoted to you.
But now there's nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside
I'm not in my head,
Hopelessly devoted to you
hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you.”
Claire sang as she checked the tightness of Becky’s bonds and gag.
“I’d have made a good Sandy don’t you think?”
Becky nodded not wanting to upset the masked kidnapper. She watched as the masked girl pulled the silk scarf from the pocket of her jeans and folded it into a long band.
“What was she planning to do with that, surely she wasn’t going to gag her even more?” Becky thought to herself as the girl held the scarf up to her face.
She struggled and tried to resist as the girl placed the scarf over her beautiful big blue eyes that were now red and bloodshot through crying, but her struggles were in vain she couldn’t stop the girl knotting the scarf behind her head over her long blonde hair plunging her into a frightening darkness.
“Now we don’t have to wear these stupid masks anymore.” Claire said pulling the ski mask off.
Just then Anne –Marie walked in the room.
“How’s she doing?” She asked.
“She’s still all tied up nice and tight, and she thinks I’d make a good Sandy.” Claire replied.
“Sandy, can't you see
I'm in misery?
You made a start, now we're apart
there’s nothing left for me
Love has flown all alone
I sit and wonder why, oh?
Why you left me, oh Sandy”
Anne – Marie sang teasing her sister.
“Come on the program has started again.” Anne-Marie told Claire.
“We’ll be back to check on you shortly bitch, don’t go away now.” Claire said patting Becky’s head before they left her alone again.
Left alone Becky’s mind began to wonder she was certain she recognized the voices of the two girls, surely not. Why would her best friends sisters do this to her? What harm had she ever done them?
A couple of hours later Mrs. Nolan arrived home with Julie.
“How did it go?” Anne-Marie asked.
“Your sister is a little star; everyone said how good she was. Didn’t they dear?” Mum replied.
Julie blushed but never replied
“Where they asking you questions about the girl” Claire asked.
“The cops arrived after the show and asked all questions but I’m sure they don’t suspect anything.” Julie told her.
“Talking of the girl have you two been keeping an eye on her?” Mum asked.
“Yes mum we’ve been in a few times she’s ok.” Claire replied.
“I’ll go and see. I don’t suppose you’ve given her anything to eat or drink have you?” Mum said picking up her ski mask.
“You won’t be needing that mum, and no we’ve not fed her.” Anne-Marie told her.
“Alright one of you go and make her a sandwich, while I go and check on her.”
“I’ll do it; these two are too drunk to use a knife.” Julie replied.
Mum entered the room where Becky was being held, Becky thought it was one of the twins checking the tightness of her bonds again until the woman spoke.
“If you promise not to call out Rebecca I’ll take your gag off for a while and you can have some food you must be starving.”
Becky nodded.
The woman untied the scarf from Becky’s mouth and helped her spit the small rubber ball out, Becky was relieved to have her mouth free again and moved her aching jaws up and down a few times before saying.
“You might as well take the blindfold off too I know who you are Mrs. Nolan and the twins Claire and Anne-Marie are helping you too. Why are you doing this? Julie is my best friend. Please let me go I won’t tell anyone about this I promise.”
Mrs Nolan knew it was no good keeping Becky blindfolded anymore and removed the scarf from her eyes Just then Julie walked in carrying the sandwich on a small plate.
“JULIE I thought you were my best friend? Why are you doing this to me?” Becky cried.
“Because she’s sick and tired of you sucking up to that Alison woman and getting all the leading parts in the shows. She proved tonight that she’s far better than you, she’s not going to be an understudy anymore.” Mrs Nolan replied.
“Mum why’ve you taken her blindfold off?” Julie asked in puzzled tone.
“She guessed who we are dear.”
“Please let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.” Becky tearfully begged again.
“How on earth can we let you go now Rebecca now you know our identities? You shouldn’t have said anything you stupid girl.” Mrs Nolan told her.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

### Re: Grease is the word (Chapter 2 added)

Post by dreadnaught3200 » Sat Mar 10, 2012 10:24 pm

Very nice Jenny. A classic damsel situation!
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

### Re: Grease is the word (Chapter 2 added)

Post by jennybond » Mon Mar 12, 2012 1:31 pm

Chapter 3
Becky was untied allowed to have her food and drink watched all the time by Mrs. Nolan and her daughters. Once she had finished Mrs Nolan had the twins take her to the bathroom, and warned them not to let her out of their sight. When they returned Becky was taken back into the tiny bedroom where Mrs Nolan and Julie were waiting. Mrs Nolan wasted no time in pulling Becky’s arms behind her back and tying her wrists tightly together.
“ARGHH that’s too tight. Is this really necessary? Can’t you just lock the door or something?” Becky protested as Mrs Nolan pulled the rope binding her wrists as tight as she could.
“Of course its necessary Becky we can’t have you running away during the night can we? Don’t worry mum as lots of experience of tying girls up don’t you mum?” Julie replied with smile.
Mrs Nolan never replied she just roughly pushed Becky face down onto the bed and began tying her ankles tightly together, while her mum was doing this Julie picked up the two scarves off the bed.
“I can’t let you have all the fun mum.” She said with wicked grin as she scrunched one of the scarves up into a tight ball.
Mrs Nolan smiled as she continued to bind Becky’s ankles and knees.
“Open wide bitch.” Julie said holding the balled up silk scarf to Becky’s mouth.
“Please Julie nommmmppphhh.”
Becky was cut off in mid sentence as Julie stuffed the scarf in her mouth, she watched as Julie folded the other scarf into a long thin band and tied a large double knot in the centre of it. Julie forced the knot into Becky’s already full mouth and tied the two loose ends behind her head over her long blonde hair.
“What are doing now?” Julie asked her mum who was joining Becky’s bound ankles to her wrists with a short length of rope.
“It’s called a hogtie dear, we used to do it all the time to the girls at the camp.” Her mum replied.
“It looks cruel and so uncomfortable.” Julie said.
Her mum never replied she just grinned.
Becky moaned into her gag as Mrs Nolan finished tying the tight hogtie and rolled her on her side.
“There now that should stop you from sleepwalking tonight. Come along Julie we need to talk.”
Becky watched through tear filled eyes as Julie and her mum left the room switching the light off behind them. She screamed into her gag with frustration as she struggled to find a comfortable position to lie, she found lying on her side was the most comfortable. As she lay she began to wonder what Julie meant when she said her mum had lots of experience of tying girls up, and what was this camp her mum mentioned?
Mrs Nolan sat in the next room with her daughters
“We have to discuss what we’re going to do with her; we can’t keep her tied up in that room forever.” Mrs Nolan said.
“Anne-Marie and I could always tie a lead weight around her neck and throw her in the boating lake.” Claire said bursting into laughter.
“If you’ve nothing serious to say then keep your mouth shut.” Her mum snapped.
“I know someone that may be able to help us, Jane Hannigan who I worked with at Brat Camp, now owns a correction centre of her own a place where unruly teenage girls are sent, a most unpleasant place by all accounts girls have been known to go into that place and not come out, maybe she could take her off our hands she owes me a big favour so I think it’s time to call it in. I’ll give her a call first thing in the morning.” Mum explained.
“Do you think she will mum?” Julie asked.
“She has no choice if doesn’t want the cops to find out how she got the money to build that centre of hers.”
“You’re so wicked mum.” Julie said giving her mum a hug.
Becky’s night was long, uncomfortable and pretty much sleepless as she worried what this evil family were plotting to do with her.
The following morning she was relieved to be untied by the twins and taken to the bathroom, when they returned Julie was waiting in the bedroom with breakfast which consisted of a bowl of cereal and couple of slices of toast. Once Becky had finished her breakfast Mrs Nolan came into the room.
“I’ve just come off the phone to Jane Hannigan, she agreed to take her.” She told her daughters
“Take me where? Where am I going?” Becky cried.
“You’re going on a little trip Rebecca.” Mrs Nolan said with a smile.
“And you’re not coming back.” Julie continued with menace in her voice.
“NOOOOOO!!!” Becky screamed getting to her feet and trying to run to the open door, but she was grabbed by the twins before she'd got very far and pushed back down onto the bed.
“Jane Hannigan is sending someone to collect her later today, until then keep her tied up and gagged in here.” Mrs Nolan told her daughters.
“Julie what’s happening? Where am I being taken? Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone.” Becky sobbed as Julie and the twins began tying her up again
“Julie shut her up; I’ve had enough of her whining.” Mrs Nolan instructed her daughter.
“You heard mum. Open wide.” Julie said taking the sodden scarf that was balled up in Becky’s mouth earlier.
“Please Julie help memmmmmppphhhh.” Julie ignored Becky’s sobbed pleas and gagged in exactly the same fashion she had done the night before.
Becky lay on the bed crying her wrists and pulled above her head and tied to the headboard of the bed by Claire, while Anne-Marie had pulled her legs wide apart and tied her ankles one to each corner post at the foot of the bed. Mrs Nolan checked her daughters work and once she was satisfied Becky couldn’t get free, the four of them left the room to sound of gagged sobs. The day was long Becky lay in fear worrying about where she was going to be taken, and what was going to happen to her, every so often the door would open and Mrs Nolan or one of her daughters would come in and check on her.
It was now early evening and Becky could see it beginning to go dark outside through the tiny window of her room. The door to the room opened and Mrs Nolan entered accompanied by two women both dressed exactly the same in what looked like some kind of white nurse’s uniform.
“These ladies are here to take you on your trip Rebecca.” Mrs Nolan said.
One of the women who was tall and slim possibly in her late twenties with black hair that was tied up into ponytail smiled at the bound girl.
“My, she must have been a real handful for you to have had to restrain her like this Mrs Nolan.” She said.
“Oh yes, she’s a real bad lot. I’d advise you to keep her restrained all the time too.” Mrs Nolan replied.
“We’ve just the thing for girls like her.” The other nurse, who again looked to be in her twenties, but with blonde hair, much bigger build than her partner, said holding up a strange black leather garment which Mrs Nolan recognized instantly as being a straight jacket.
“You did right bringing that.” She said with an evil grin.
Mrs Nolan watched with a huge grin on her face as the nurses get about untying the crying girl. Once she was untied they pulled her to her feet and the blonde held open the straight jacket.
“Put your arms in the sleeves for us Rebecca.” The dark haired nurse instructed the girl.
Becky screamed into her gag and shook her head.
“Don’t make us have to use force dear, we can do this the easy way or the hard way the choice is yours. Either way you’ll be going out of this room wearing this.” The blonde told her.
Becky knew it was hopeless to resist anymore and reluctantly put her arms in the sealed sleeves. The dark haired nurse wasted no time in tightly buckling up six straps at the back of the jacket, once she had done this the blonde passed a strap that was dangling at the front of the jacket through Becky’s legs to her partner who pulled it as tight as she could before buckling it causing Becky to moan into her gag as the strap dug into her crotch. Finally between them the two nurses crossed Becky’s arms across her chest, and fastened the straps that hung from the ends of the sleeves to buckles at the sides of the leather jacket. The dark haired nurse then began to untie Becky’s gag and helped her spit out the sodden scarf.
“Please I haven’t done anything, she kidnapped me.” Becky sobbed.
“Wicked girl. She tells such terrible lies.” Mrs Nolan said with a smile.
“It’s truummmmppphhh.” Becky was cut off in mid sentence as the blonde nurse forced a big red ball gag in her mouth and buckled it behind her head.
“I think that’s everything Mrs Nolan. Don’t worry Miss Hannigan will know exactly the best way to treat this little Madame .” The dark haired nurse said as the two nurses took a firm grip of Becky.
“I know she will, Jane Hannigan and I go back a long away. Good Bye Rebecca, and Julie asked me to say good bye too she's so sorry she couldn’t be here to see you off but as you know she has a show this evening.”
Mrs Nolan watched from the door as Becky was placed in the back a waiting car and the two nurses also got in the back of the car one on either side of Becky and it drove off.
The End.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

### Re: Grease is the word (3rd and final chapter added)

Post by mattbind1974 » Tue Mar 13, 2012 11:39 am

jen do a story where becky gets out and goes for mrs nolan and her daughters ...

### Re: Grease is the word (3rd and final chapter added)

Post by jennybond » Tue Mar 13, 2012 11:43 am

> mattbind1974 wrote:jen do a story where becky gets out and goes for mrs nolan and her daughters ...

Thanks for your kind words on both stories.
I am planning a squeal to this story, we can't leave poor Becky in this nightmare situation can we?
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

### Re: Grease is the word (3rd and final chapter added)

Post by mattbind1974 » Tue Mar 13, 2012 11:45 am

lovely ... would be appropriate to give mrs nolan a taste of the other side ...

### Re: Grease is the word (3rd and final chapter added)

Post by The Black Falcon » Wed Mar 14, 2012 12:53 pm

Miss Hannigan....as in Miss Hannigan from Annie?
I see what you did there.
Now let's just hope poor Becky finds some rescue, or at least an opportunity for escape!
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