Ashley and John

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Mar 09, 2013 4:37 am

It was a couple of days after Christmas.
John looked down at his sister Ashley, sitting in a chair in the TV-room. She had big, brown eyes and black waist-long hair; thick, straight and shiny, at the moment put in a long, heavy braid.
She was dressed in an ankle-long, red plush dress, with wide, white lace ribbons around the cuffs and neck and a zipper in the back, tight-fitting from the neck to the waist, with several layers of white wool petticoats, and white, wool pantyhose, red plush gloves sewn onto the tight-fitting sleeves, but no shoes.
Her wrists were crossed and held together behind the back of the chair, and her legs to the chair’s legs, by generous amounts of brown duct tape. The lower half of her face were covered in a wide strip of wool cloth and, again, generous amounts of the same type of tape, securely sealing a bunched up handkerchief inside her mouth. Tape had also been tightly wound around her, from hips to chest.
He was dressed in a tight-fitting red, plush jump-suit, also with wide, white lace cuffs and neckline, and a red zipper in the back. He wore white, knitted wool socks, red plush gloves sewn onto the sleeves and was without shoes. As his sister, he had thick black hair, his being shoulder-length and combed back.
“Are you comfy like that?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Are you sure you’re comfy?” he innocently again asked, just to tease her.
She glowered angrily at him.
“Are you absolutely, positively, sure you’re comfy?”
“AAAHH!” she managed to roar through her gag.
“I’m SO glad you’re comfy,” John sniggered, “because you’re going to be sitting there for the next hour or so!” If he had his way though, it would be more like two maybe, with a bit of luck, even three.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door and John went to open it. When he came back, he had his arms in the air. Behind him a man and a woman walked, the Man holding a very real-looking, very big gun in his hand.
“My, my, my,” the Woman said, in a glass-shatteringly shrill voice; “what do we have here; Santa and his little missus playing tie-ups? Looks like you’ve done half the job for us already, Santa! Now, where’s the rest of the stuff?”
“It’s over there on the table,” John told her.
The Man walked over and got a roll of tape, another strip of cloth and a handkerchief, while John sat in a chair beside his sister. Within minutes, he was taped and gagged the same way she was, and then the two intruders/captors began looking around the house.

“You haven’t got much stuff, have you?” the Man noted, his deep voice seemingly coming from his toes, somewhere. “Have you just moved in; or what?”
The red-dressed siblings just looked at him, not knowing which question to answer.
“Well, of course they have!” the Woman snapped. “We helped their parents carry the stuff in; remember?”
“Oh, yes you’re right; so we did.” the Man said, looking sheepish.
“So kids,” the Woman said. “How do you want to do this? Do you:
A, want us just to take pictures of you and then leave you alone, and try to get free on your own?
Or B, want us to take pictures of you, wait here till just before your parents come back in a couple of hours, before leaving you alone and leave it up to them to get you free?
One nod for option A, or the quickie-version; and two for option B, the safe-version, please.”
The first time, Ashley nodded one time, (because she wanted to get out as soon as possible) and John twice (because he wanted to stay taped up for as long as possible). The second time around Ashley shrugged before nodding twice, as her brother had done both times.
“O.K,” the Man said, “as you’re going to be sitting there for quite some time, I think I have to make sure, you can’t get free on your own!” He grabbed the only untouched roll of tape, and told the kids to make fists, which he then covered with tape.

The Woman took out a camera and started taking pictures, from just about every angle. When she was finally done, the Man turned the siblings’ chairs towards the TV-screen and turned it on. The camera was hooked up to the TV, and they all looked at the photos.
Afterwards the Woman asked if they liked what they had seen, and they nodded. She joked and said she was going to put the pictures on her website. When she saw their horrified reactions, she only laughed and said she had been joking, but Ashley thought she saw the two grown-ups exchanging glances.
The Woman put a DVD in the player, and turned it on. It was an almost two hour long film and not one of their favourites, but because they were so firmly taped to the chairs, they had no choice but to watch it anyway.

Just as the film ended, their parents came back home and found a note on the inside of the front-door, written by the Man, which explained what had happened. Horrified, they grabbed a pair of scissors each, and rushed into the TV-room. There they cut the tape off from their kids’ mouths, ankles and wrists, and were about to start on the tape on their torsos, when John stopped them by saying he’d like to be taped to the chair a little while longer. Ideally, he would like to have his wrists and ankles taped the way they were too. At least till bedtime.
Ashley said she too wanted to be taped to the chair a little while longer, but not just yet; she badly needed to use the bathroom.

Just as she came back, their dad put a handkerchief in John’s mouth and was about to tie a bandana around his head
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Ashley and John

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Mar 10, 2013 1:36 pm

Early the next morning: Ashley, after having turned on every light in the room, woke John up by shaking his shoulder, till he showed signs of being alive.
“Wha...” he grunted.
“Wake up! Wake up! I wanna do it again!” she said, over and over again, in a shrill, baby-girls’, voice, bouncing up and down on her bare feet.
He squinted and looked at her, standing there in a white ankle-long, over-sized wool nightgown, with wrist-long plain pink sleeves, strawberries and raspberries dotted all over the rest it.
“What are you on about? Do what again? What time is it?” John asked, still squinting. The early hour made him hoarse.
“Well, I don’t know, do I? I think it’s a little after five! The clock says so, anyway! But the sun’s up! Look!” she said, drew the curtain to one side and pointed out the window.
“No, it isn’t!” he growled. “It’s the neighbour’s porch-light, and you know it!”
“Yea, suppose so!” she said, looking glum. But then, suddenly cheering up, she added: “But it soon will!”
“Yea,” he groaned, “in about three hours, it will!”

After having pestered him for another couple of minutes, Ashley knew she had won the fight when John, with a deep moan, and a few, heartfelt but whispered curses, pulled back his duvet and slowly got out of bed, revealing a bright red cotton footy onesie with mint-green cuffs.

Quietly so they, hopefully, wouldn’t wake their parents, they walked into Ashley’s room.
Still quiet she sat on the edge of her bed and pointed at some bandanas and a roll of duct tape on her bed-side table. Using a sort of sign-language, she explained she wanted to be gagged with it. When he had wound the bandanas and tape around her head as well as under her chin (using a generous amount of the latter), the only part of her that was still visible the tip of her nose. John thought like kind of looked like someone, with a severe injury to her head. He got up, walked over to her closet, opened it and took out a plastic bag, from which he took out four small rolls of rope.
He walked back to her bed and placed one roll in each corner, before telling her to lie down on her back, and spread her arms and legs.

When he was done, he explained that he had tied the knot in the ropes around her wrists where she, in case of emergency, easily could reach them. She made some sounds of protest, but then realized it was just a precaution.
She tried to pull down her hands to show him that having done so automatically meant she wasn’t securely tied.
“I said they were easy for you to reach, not that they were sloppily done!”
He then went back to his own room, turned off all the lights and fell asleep.

He was awakened by someone having, yet again, turned on all the lights and who was now shaking his shoulder.
“What time is it, and what is it, sis?” he groggily asked, still half asleep.
“It’s a couple of minutes after ten, and I’m not your sister!” his mother said. “What in heaven’s name have you done to her, by the way? She’s lying in her bed, like some Idon’tknowwhat!”
“Wha..?” John groggily, and more than a little grumpily, said. He had never liked being awakened by anyone, and being awakened twice in a couple of hours was almost twice too many.
“The little brat asked for it! She came and pestered me, before the sun was up! You know what she’s like! When she wants something, she won’t take no for an answer; not from you or dad, and certainly not from me! If I hadn’t done it, she would’ve screamed till she awakened the whole neighbourhood!”
“Mm, suppose you’re right.” his mother agreed. “But that still doesn’t give you the right to tie her, so she can’t free herself, if she has to.”
“I did no such thing!” By now, John was getting real angry. He was obviously about to get into a whole heap of trouble, thanks to his stupid sister! Right then, it was a good thing she wasn’t there, because he would have strangled her! “I made damned sure she could get out of at least the ties around her wrists without too much trouble, when or if she had to! And as for the gag; she again wanted me to! O.K, I admit; I might have gone slightly over-board when I also covered her eyes, but I was angry at her! Remember?”
“Mm, suppose you were, and rightly so. I know I would have, had I been you,” she again agreed. “She can be a bit of a pain in the backside sometimes, I’ll give you that. Now; get out of bed and use the bathroom, because I’m about to reunite you two. Then you can have a really long conversation about the virtues of leaving your sibling alone, versus pestering him or her!”

When he came back she had collected several bandanas and rolls of duct tape from somewhere, and put them on the bed. Beside them were several coils of rope. She told him to sit down, and wrapped the bandanas and tape around his head, the same way he had wrapped his sister’s. Then she snugly tied his hands behind his back, grabbed his arm and led him to Ashley’s room; where she had already untied her daughter, instead tying her arms behind her back, and then her waist and legs to a chair, still being gagged and blindfolded. She now tied her son’s waist and legs to another chair.
“O.K, listen up you two!” she said in a stern voice. “I’m going to leave you like this until you are ready to forgive one another, for what you did. I’m going to check in on you on a regular basis, to see if you’re ready and willing, to forgive one another.”

Two hours later, when they had both said: “I’m sorry,” (without really meaning it) and changed into their day-clothes, John whispered in Ashley’s ear:
“You’re in so much trouble now! You know that? Brat!”
She just nodded, but worryingly enough; she smiled, as if to say:”Just bring it on, bro! You might regret it!”
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Ashley and John

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Mar 11, 2013 10:16 am

After lunch their father said he had some things to do in town.
“Please dad,” Ashley begged;” can I come with you? I’ve got some things to take care of myself, and it would be so much easier if I could hitch a ride!”
“Sure,” he said. “Have you got any particular place in mind?”
“Yea!” she replied as she hurriedly got into her pink one-piece snow-suit and pink leather boots. She put on a pink knitted scarf, a knitted, multicoloured, thickly padded hat with earflaps and braids which she, very carefully, tied together under her chin. Lastly, she put on a pair of knitted, multicoloured thickly padded mittens. “Somewhere close to the mall would be fine!”
“So, you want to go to the mall, huh? What a coincidence; that’s where I’m going, too!”
John thought they looked like a pair of conspirators smiling at each other, as they closed the door.
They came back a couple of hours later, carrying several heavy-looking plastic bags each.

“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours!” their dad said.
“Well, all right then!” Ashley impatiently said, opening up her bags, so he could have a look.
After having had a very close look he told her he had, more or less, bought the same things. When John wanted to have a look too, they both quickly closed their bags, and told him not to be so nosey.
Their mother gave first her husband (who gave her a small, but not-so-discrete nod), then her daughter, and lastly her son a very detailed look.
“What would you say,” she asked her son, “if I asked you if you wanted to come with me to the mall? Like within the next five or ten minutes?”
“I’d say; let’s go!” He hurriedly put on his own one-piece snow-suit, knitted and padded hat, scarf and padded mittens, which were all red, except for the hat, which like Ashley’s was multicoloured.

They went out to the car and his mother fastened the five-point seat-belt around him, not forgetting to carefully buckle, and snugly tighten the strap between his legs. There was another five-point seat-belt on the other side of the back-seat, for when the kids were in the car together. In fact, all the seats in the car had similar restraints.
She got in the driver’s seat, put her own seat-belt on, and drove off. Her husband had often complained about the exaggeration, but because it was her car, they stayed.

When they got to the mall, she helped John get out of the belt, and together they walked inside.
“I think I know which shop they went to.” she told him. “Do you want to go there, too?”
“I have got a pretty good hunch myself, and I can bet you just about anything, we’re right.”
They walked across the mall to the hardware store, and there they went all the way into the back; where the things were kept which were of interest today.

John and his mother tested several gaggers and leather blindfolds, both adult and kid’s sizes, and agreed on a kids’ set with cute flower- and “My little pony” motifs all over them, containing an inflatable gag, and a sleeping-mask.
When asked, John, who obviously had tested the kids’ set, thought the balloon-gag was very comfortable, yet very effective (the wearer couldn’t say a word), as was the mask, which effectively blocked out even the brightest of lights. They also ended up buying several types of adjustable cuffs, including wrist-, ankle-, and waist-cuffs, and several hundred feet of chain and rope, and padlocks.

On the way out of the store, John met Rick and Andy, his class-mates. Rick told John he had seen Ashley and her father coming out of that same store, not half an hour ago.
“Yea, I had a sneaky suspicion they were in there,” John replied, “and I think I know what they bought. I hope she will be as delighted from what I bought as I will be from what she bought. I think it’s a great gift, anyway.”
“Mm,” Andy said, “she thought so too.”
The three of them waved Good-bye, and John watched them walk away, one wearing a navy-blue one-piece ski-suit, and the other one a light blue one.

They walked out to the car, and his mother once again strapped him, and herself, in before starting the engine and driving off.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Ashley and John

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Mar 11, 2013 10:41 am

Hallo lasse, wait Ashley about think the John has buy and other way round. Where is this town? That have such things in children size. OK I before read here I never hear about safety harness for child if not me what you use for toddler. By way children size would not fit me any more but adult size with children pattern I would love but it should limed with soft plush and I would more take female version.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Ashley and John

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Mar 14, 2013 6:51 am

They walked out to the car, and his mother once again tightly strapped him, and herself, in before starting the engine and driving off.

Already when they opened the door Ashley had changed to a purple, high-necked ankle-long velvet dress with long, tight sleeves, and a wide skirt. Now she threw herself at John demanding to know what he had bought for her.
“Take it easy, sis!” he laughingly said. “If you can stand waiting just a little while longer, we’ll show you! I’m just as eager to know what you’ve bought.”
They went in to Ashley’s room, with all their bags. John poured the contents of his bags on her bed and as soon as she saw the inflatable gag, she wanted to try it.
“I’ve never seen anything like it before!” she said, holding it in her hands.
“I guess you put this in your mouth,” she said, pointing at the deflated ball, “And you strap it behind your head, but it doesn’t seem to be very effective. You would still be perfectly heard and understood, with it on.”
“No you wouldn’t!” John explained. “I tried it in the shop, and mum could barely hear me, much less understand what I said! Ask her, if you don’t believe me.
But one thing I CAN tell you right now, is that when it is inflated, it’s much more comfortable than most, if not all, other ball-gaggers. It is soft and spongy, so the jaws doesn’t hurt as much, it fills your mouth to capacity, without giving you the feeling you’re about to throw up, and you’d need very sharp set of teeth and jaws to puncture it. I doubt even a dog could do it!
Last, but not least; it holds your tongue firmly to the bottom of your mouth. You can still breathe; not easily, but still.
And the blindfold,” he held said item up for her to inspect,” is just as effective at blocking out all the light! I didn’t buy any earplugs, but you don’t need them; you never listen to a word I’m saying, anyway.”
“Oh yes, I do!” Ashley huffily said. “When you talk sense, I do! It’s just that you so often don’t!”
Before she had the chance to annoy him further, he put the gag in her mouth, strapped it tightly behind her head, and inflated it as much as her mouth could take. Then he asked her if she too thought it was comfortable. She nodded and when she tried to say something, and found she couldn’t, she started making faint noises, as if she was quite amused.

He blindfolded her, walked behind her and cuffed her hands behind her back, and guided her to a chair. He gently pushed her, so he sat down, bent over and cuffed her feet together, and took one of the long chains and wound it several times around her waist, before locking it together in front of her.
He sat down in a chair beside her, took another pair of ankle-cuffs, and put them on himself. He wound a chain around his waist and just as he had done to his sister, locked it together in front of him.
He put a sleeping-mask over his eyes, and hollered: “MUM, DAD; COULD YOU COME IN HERE FOR A MINUTE, PLEASE?”

When they entered the room, he asked his mother what time dinner would be ready. When she told him it would be ready in about an hour, he explained what he had done, and was about to do.
As he spoke, he tried to lock the handcuffs on his wrists, behind his back. When he couldn’t, his father offered to do it for him, and his mother offered to gag him; offers which he gladly accepted.
Sadly, the only gag left was a standard one with a hard rubber-ball.
“I’m sorry about the gag, son,” his father apologized, “but when Ash and I were in there, we couldn’t find any other gaggers! You two must have looked very hard indeed!”
“Mm; we sure did! We finally found them WAY back in the store.” his wife said.
“Are you, and do you think you will you be comfortable like that, until we release you?” she asked both children, who nodded. Their father told them, he’d check on them from time to time, just to see they still were O.K.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Ashley and John

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Mar 14, 2013 9:00 am

Hallo Lasse short nice part. Now I wait read what was in Ashley bage. :) I wished had someone I could play with.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Ashley and John

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Mar 18, 2013 7:56 am

Sometime later, the doorbell rang, and the siblings could hear their father opening the door and letting someone in. John panicked big time, when he heard Andy’s voice asking if John was at home, and his father replying he and his sister were ‘stuck in her room’ at the moment.
The panic became even greater, when he heard the door open, and Andy saying:
“Oh, I see what you mean, sir! Hello, guys; comfortable, are we?”
John could only imagine the look on Andy’s face at the sight that met him; his best friend and his sister sitting cuffed to chairs, gagged and blindfolded! Then he heard a surprising sound, one which he, under the circumstances, never thought he would hear; Andy giggled!
“Oh, man!” he gasped. “I knew you were strange, but not this strange! You should see yourselves; sitting there, like a pair of Idon’tknowwhats!” Then continuing on a more serious note: “Where did you get this idea from? Ah, that’s right; you can’t answer me, can you? Not with those gaggers in your mouths. Here; let me take one of them out, for the moment!”

John heard a faint “PSH” and then Ashley saying; “Thank you, Andy!” and her telling him all about how John liked to tie her up, her not minding it at all, and her planning to get back at him, but that he, as usual had got there first. Not an entirely true account of what had happened, but as John was gagged, he couldn’t put the story straight.
“So, let me just see if I got this right: John cuffed you to the chair; then he blindfolded and gagged you. Is that right?” Andy asked.
“M-hm; yes it is.” Ashley confirmed.
“O.K, good! Now, open wide!” John could hear Ashley’s gag being re-inflated, and then he felt his own being unbuckled and taken out.
“I assume,” Andy said, “her story is correct?”
“Yes, that’s pretty much what happened.” John agreed.
“O.K, that’s good! Now, how about you? You couldn’t very well have done all this to yourself, now could you?” Andy sounded very sceptical.
“I did do most of it myself!” John defended himself. “But it proved too difficult to cuff myself behind my back, so I had to ask for help from our parents. Mum gagged me and Dad cuffed my hands. I think I heard them put the keys somewhere on that bed-side table over there. They told us, they’d unlock the cuffs in time for dinner. By the way; what time is it now?”

Andy told him and he realized their parents would come for them any minute now. Sadly, their hour of captivity was almost up.
“Our parents will come any minute now, to free us, and I’m not so sure I want them to!” he complained.
“Ash’s looking sad and shaking her head, so I assume that goes for both of you. Tell you what; I’m going to take some things with me, and go home now. You eat your dinner, and when you’re finished come over to my place, you and Ash.”
“O.K!” John said, and Ashley nodded.
After dinner, Ashley changed from her dress to a very loose-fitting, grey plush sweater-and-trouser combination with knitted white-and-black stripes around the cuffs and waist. They quickly put on their ski-suits, scarves, hats, mittens and boots, and walked as fast as they dared, because of the icy and slippery conditions, the few blocks that separated their apartment-building from the one where Andy lived.

The ambush was located just a few meters from the front door.
The kids were walking across the small parking lot, which separated the building from the street, when the side-door to a white van opened and two men jumped out, grabbed them by their waists, dragged them inside the van, and slammed the door shut. There the kids’ hands were quickly tied together behind their backs, blindfolds and gaggers were put on, and their legs were tied together.
“Ha, ha,” one of the men exclaimed, delighted, “at last; we’ve got you! This is the moment our great leader has been hoping for, for so long! Now we will finally be filthy rich!”
‘What the hell’s he on about?’ Ashley thought. ‘We don’t have any money! This must be a severe case of mistaken identities!’

And sure enough; when the van stopped, and they were carried inside, thrown over some seriously strong shoulders, the first thing they heard was an ice-cold voice asking who these kids were, and their captors answering that they were the Johnson kids.
“No, they’re not!” the voice snapped, “You fools, you’ve got the wrong kids!”
“But Mr. Snape, sir, they are dressed just as you told us the Johnson kids were, and they were walking towards the right house! They just gotta be the right kids!”
“Haven’t you noticed?” the one they called Mr. Snape again snapped, “Everyone in this town wear one-piece ski-suits in winter till they reach 18! It is, for some reason, a mandatory rule of theirs! That is why I gave you pictures to look at; so you’d recognize them, when you saw them. Obviously you didn’t, so now we have to think of a way to put things right again, and you will just have to try again. But this time, remember; failure to comply will NOT be tolerated a second time!”

John and Ashley were carried in to a large room, and dumped on the floor. Their blindfolds and gaggers were taken off, and they were left alone for a while.
“Are you O.K?” John asked his sister, who just grunted affirmatively, as she tried furiously to free herself, something John didn’t bother doing, as he had already come to the conclusion it was an impossible task. She tried and tried, over and over again, but in the end had to give up.
“OHA!” she screamed out loud. “The knot’s just too expertly done, and in a place where I just can’t get at it! Besides, my mittens make it even harder, if not impossible!”
“Could have told you so a long time ago!” he grinned, something which made her even angrier.
“Then, why didn’t you?” she snapped.
John just laughed, and said he was having too much fun, watching her try and fail, to which Ashley said: “Just you wait till we get back home.”

Days seemed to pass by. The kids sat there not knowing when; or indeed if, they were going to get out of there.
Suddenly, the door swung open so hard, it crashed into the wall, and a tall man slowly walked in, looking very regal. He had piercing, blue eyes, a pointy nose, his long, oily, white hair was combed back and he was dressed in black.
With his ice cold voice, he told them four things:
1. His name was Snape.
2. They were to be sent home, shortly.
3. Once they were returned home, they shouldn’t bother looking for him or his companions. They would be long gone, by the time the search got under way.
4. Any descriptions they could give to the police would be useless because, when Ashley and John had been dumped, the whole gang would change their appearances.
Just as Snape finished talking, two very big men came into the room, threw first Ashley, and then John over their shoulders and carried them to a van, and driven to a location not far from their home.

As they were dumped in the snow; Ashley asked them how they were supposed to go anywhere, as they still had their ankles tied together.
“Not our problem; is it?” one of the men grunted. “You seem to be two resourceful kids, I’m sure you’ll eventually think of a way.” With that he and his accomplice closed all the doors on the van and drove off.
Half an hour later, an elderly man heard their screams for help and came to their rescue.
Whazzzz up!.