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.