## Staying at the mansion

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Apr 17, 2013 4:32 am

13 year old Alana and her best friend, Lena 14, had planned to go to the dance class early, so they would have plenty of time to do their warm-up routine. They had changed at Alana’s, and were wearing their pantyhose and sleeveless leotards, but no shoes, when the door-bell rang.
“I wonder who it is.” Alana said, as she went to answer the door. “I’m not expecting anyone. I hope it doesn’t take too long; otherwise we’ll be late for class.” She opened, and saw two men standing outside. They looked to be in their late twenties. Both were blonde, tall, tanned, muscular, and looked like twins.
“I’m Carl,” one of the men politely introduced himself.
“And I’m Peter,” the other one said.”I’m guessing you must be Alana. Is Lena here?”
Perplexed, Alana confirmed her identity, and that Lena was indeed there.
‘Who are these guys, and how do they know our names?’ she thought.
When she saw the gun in Peter’s hand, she let out a faint: “Oh,” and started walking backwards into the apartment, with her hands in the air.
Lena came out of Alana’s room, to see what was happening.
“Ah, there you are,” the man calling himself Carl relieved said. “We’ve been looking all over town for you, young lady. There’s been a change of plans, I’m afraid, and we need to go right now.”
“O.K, just let me change, and then we can go.” Lena said, seemingly not at all confused or scared.
“No time for that, I’m afraid,” Carl said. He looked at Alana, and added;
“Now, if you would be so kind as to cross your hands in front of you, please.” Still confused, Alana did as he asked, and he took out a long piece of rope from his pocket, and tied them together, snugly. Then he asked her to open her mouth, so he could gag her.
Lena put her shoes on and helped Alana put on hers, and then they walked out of the apartment.
“You are probably wondering,” Lena said, “What is going on?”
Alana nodded, and Lena explained that the two men were her guardians, and that she and they were going to visit a man they all knew in another town, for a couple of weeks. The reason they brought Alana was that Lena didn’t want to be alone, and the reason they had tied her hands and gagged her, were that this man, they were going to visit, didn’t want anyone messing with his things, and didn’t want to listen to girls talking all day long; he just wanted to enjoy their silent company.
They reached the car, a Volvo estate, and the girls were told to sit in the luggage compartment. They climbed in, and Peter tied Lena’s crossed hands together in front of her and gagged her. Then the car started, and they were on their way.
‘So far, so good,’ Alana thought. Up until now, their plan had worked out perfectly. The girls’ parents of course knew they were going to be away, possibly for a few weeks; they just didn’t know there would be a kidnapping involved. You see, the girls had kind of “forgotten” to tell them about that part.
Eventually, the car stopped outside a castle-like, medieval mansion, and the girls were let out and led up a grand staircase. Inside, the house was as grandiose as it had been on the outside. There were dark oak-panelling on the walls, and the floor was made of big, dark marble slabs. The ceiling must have been at least three meters above their heads.
Suddenly, they heard a creaky, old-mans’ voice behind them: “Ah, there you are, children! At last, I’ve been waiting for hours for your arrival! But what are you wearing, children? Leotards and pantyhose; that won’t do! It won’t do at all! In your rooms there are more appropriate clothes waiting for you. I will have some maids come and help you get changed!”
He rang a little silver bell and, as if by magic, two maids wearing black ankle-long dresses appeared.
The girls were led up a spiral stair-case in one of the towers, and into circular room at the top. There their hands were freed and they were ordered to take their leotards off. Meanwhile one of the maids took out two long-sleeved knee-long dresses with the girls names embroidered on them.
Alana and Lena looked around. There weren’t actually much to see, except for two beds, with bars as gavels, two wardrobes and two chests of drawers, one for each girl.
‘So, this is where we’re going to sleep, for the time being, is it,’ they both thought, ‘Not much of a room, I must say, except for the size. Mum and dad are going to freak out, big time, when I tell them about it!
I bet you anything at least one of the drawers contains more rope, or at least cuffs and chains. I would be very disappointed if they weren’t heavy and medieval-looking. It would certainly be in keeping with the rest of this place.’
They looked at each other and, as soon as their hands had been tied together in front of them again, they hurried over to the chests, and started opening the drawers.
They hit the Jack-pot already when opening the top drawers. They were packed, almost to bursting-point with cuffs, chains, different lengths of rope, and gaggers. Lena picked up a pair of cuffs, at the same time as Alana picked up a piece of chain, and were pleasantly surprised. The chain and cuffs were really heavy.
They looked at each other and smiled. This looked like it was going to be a stay they both would remember, fondly!
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Staying at the mansion

Post by Tugsfan » Sun Apr 21, 2013 6:31 pm

Great story, more please
A very good roleplayer, waiting for play with you