Sunshine (M/F)

[KP Presents]

this is a request story for @CathD

It was a warm August evening, and as Cath towelled herself off, she was looking forward to the party she and her younger sister were going to. She stood at five foot five inches tall, with long blonde hair, but as she went to pick up the dress she had selected she said to herself “you are going to look fantastic tonight.”

The dress itself was made of a light fabric, with an abstract pattern of brown, peach and ink shapes, with a skirt that came to above her knees and a top which was gathered in a wide collar round her neck, leaving her back bare. Smiling, she sat on the edge of the bed and slipped on the gold sandals with the three-inch heels. IT added a little extra height and made her feel good to wear, as she fastened the ankle straps round her slim legs.

She stood up and did a twirl, the material of her skirt rising up slightly as she did so, and then picked up her purse as she walked out of the bedroom and stepped quietly down the stairs. The knock on the door made her smile as she opened it and said, “hey sis -ready for a good time?”

“I think so,” her younger sister Joanna said as she came into the house. She had slightly darker blonde hair and was wearing a green halter neck mini dress, the thin straps tied at the back of her neck as it showed the top of her breasts. She was also wearing gold sandals with high heels, so that she was the same height as her sister, with thin straps fastened round her ankles.

“Got time for a drink?”

“I think so,” Joanna relied with a smile as they walked into the front room and sat down, Cath watching as her sister put her clutch bag to her side and then walking to a drinks cabinet. She took two glasses and poured some vodka into the glasses, and added Coca Cola before she put some ice in, and handed one to Joanna before she sat down.

“You’re going to tip that ice bucket out in the morning, right?”

“Of course I am,” Cath said with a smile as she held her glass up, “cheers.”

“Cheers – got to admit, Cath, that dress does work on you.”

“Thanks – I think it does as well,” Cath said as she crossed her legs. Joanna took another sip, and then looked to the doorway.

“Joanna?”

“Er… Cath…”

“Please forgive your sister Cath – I think we may have taken her by surprise with our unexpected entrance.”

“Who…” Cath’s eyes widened as a man walked in, dressed in black – black leather jacket, black jumper, black trousers, black shoes, black leather gloves, black balaclava mask covering his head so she could only see his eyes and lips…

“Who… How… Why…”

The man smiled as Cath stood up, and she could see he was only a little taller than her. “Well, my name is Mister Small, and this is my partner Mister Tall.” Joanna watched as a second man walked in, identically dressed, but at least a foot taller. “How – I regret to say you may need to have a locksmith repair the door from the back garden into your kitchen. And Why – well, put simply, we are here to rob you.”

Cath looked at the two men, and then burst out laughing as she said, “you’re not serious, are you?”

“Cath…”

“I mean, you walk in, tell me you are going to rob us, but do it so politely that you can’t be telling the truth…”

“Cath!”

“I mean, if you were real robbers, you would have a gun or a knife and be threatening us with it…”

“CATH!”

“What is it, Joanna,” Cath said – and then her face blanched as she saw the gun in the taller man’s hand, pointing at her sister.

“As I was saying, Cath,” Mister Small continued, “we are here to rob you, and for your own health and comfort, I encourage you to accept that I am perfectly serious when I say that.”

“Oh my god,” Cath whispered as she slowly sat down, Joanna shivering as Mister Tall said “having said which, we have absolutely no desire to cause you nay harm that can be avoided. Do as we say, and the worst you will experience is some time unable to move and speak.”

Joanna hugged herself as she said, “you’re going to tie us up.”

“We are professionals, Joanna,” Mister Tall said, “of course we will ensure you cannot raise the alarm – but we will ensure that you are comfortable, and that, if necessary, someone is alerted to your situation.”

“Once we have had sufficient time to get away,” Mister Small said with a smile. “And with that, we need to begin – I must ask you first to hand to me your mobile phones.”

Joanna nodded as she opened her clutch bag, and handed over her iPhone, Cath opening her own bag and handing her phone over to Mister Small, who switched them off and handed them to Mister Tall.

“Thank you,” he said as he opened a bag he had placed on the floor and took out a small velvet bag. “Now, if you would be so kind, remove your jewellery, watches and rings, and place them in the sack.”

Cath slowly shook her head as she said, “you have to be the strangest armed robbers around,” before she removed her valuables and placed them in the sack, Joanna doing the same.

“Again, I thank you,” Mister Small said as he put the sack back into the bag, and then drew out two lengths of white rope. “Joanna, please come over and stand in front of me, and put your hands behind your back.”

Joanna looked at Cath, and said “well there goes the party,” before she stood up and walked over turning as she said, “I hope the rope is not rough.”

“My dear Joanna, we take every move required to make you as comfortable as possible,” Mister Small said as he guided her wrists behind her back and crossed them, then wrapped the rope round them and pulled them together.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” Joanna said as the masked intruder took the rope round and between her arms, “it is soft – but he is making sure it is tight. I don’t think I can move them once he is finished.”

“Be assured, you will not,” Mister Tall said as she continued to cover the two women with his gun, while Mister Small tied the ends off out of reach of Joana’s fingers. He then took the second, longer length of rope and wrapped it round Joanna’s body, pulling it tight under her chest before he made a second pass round her upper arms.

“That’s – different,” Joanna whispered as the bands were built on, pulled tighter each time, before the ends were secured and she walked over sitting next to Cath as she wriggled round.

“Cath – would you kindly come and join me please?”

“Its’s not that bad,” Joanna said as Cath slowly stood and walked over, looking at her sister and biting her lower lip as her arms were taken behind her back, and then she felt the rope forcing her wrists together.

“That is soft – what are these ropes made of?”

“Silk – we find it strong but soft,” Mister Tall said as Cath felt the rope between her wrists, making the binding tighter before Mister Small tied the ends off.

“Mister Tall – I believe these ladies are safe with me for the moment. Would you be so kind as to make sure the internet and any other forms of communication are disabled?”

“Of course,” the taller man said as he left the room for a few minutes, Cath letting out a soft gasp as the ropes framed her chest, and she felt them rubbing on her back as well as on her breasts as her dress was stretched tightly over her breasts.

“Sis?”

“Hmmm,” Cath said as she looked down, fascinated at the way she was looking as the bands were pulled together behind her back.

“Are you all right?”

“Hmm – sorry, just remembering something.”

“Tom and Dave?”

“Yeah – but they used scarves…”

“That sounds like an interesting tale for another time,” Mister Small said, “but I regret this is not the time to hear it. Please, come with me to your bedroom Cath.”

“Why? Oh god no…”

“Cath, Joanna,” Mister Tall said as he walked back in, “we do not even give any thought to the consideration of that. We merely feel you will be more comfortable on a bed than down here. So please come with us.”

The two girls breathed a sigh of relief as Joanna stood herself up, and then the two girls followed Mister Tall, Mister Small picking up the bag and following behind them as they climbed the staircase, and then entered Cath’s bedroom.

“Very tasteful,” Mister Small said with a smile. “Cath, you will assist Mister Tall by ensuring no mess is made and telling him where you keep your valuables. Wall the places. Joanna, please sit on the edge of the bed and cross your ankles.”

“If you’re going to do this,” Cath said as she looked at her sister, “then I’ll help. Open the wardrobe and take the black box down from the shelf.”

As Mister Tall opened the doors, Mister Small drew another length of rope from the bag, and started to bind Joanna’s ankles together as she watched him. He was fast, but he knew what he was doing as he took the rope between her legs, and then round her shoes before he secured the ends against the soles of her sandals.

He then took more rope and wrapped it round her legs, securing them together below her knees as Mister Tall emptied the contents of the box into a sack. She felt his gloved hand stroking her legs, but somehow knew this was a necessity, not an attempt at anything.

As he pulled the rope tighter between her legs, she turned them round, marvelling at how something so soft could be so tight.

“Thank you, Cath,” Mister Tall said as he replaced the box. “Now, where else do I look?”

“Top drawer of the bureau…”

Joanna turned her head and watched as Cath sat on the other side of the bed, before she heard Mister Small say “time for you to be quiet.”

“What is he doing to you,” Cath asked as she watched Mister Tall collecting her other jewellery.

“Joanna?”

She heard a sound like backing paper being peeled from a roll, before there was a muffled sigh. Mister Tall closed the drawer and said, “is there anything else?”

“No…”

“Mister Small, would you please check their purses downstairs and also discreetly conduct a search?”

“Of course,” she heard Mister Small say as there was movement behind her, and then she watched the taller of the two Gentlemen as he went to the bag and came back with three lengths of rope and two other things. He knelt down and crossed her ankles before she felt the rope bringing them together.

“Joanna?”

“Your sister is not in a position to answer at the moment.,” Mister Tall said as he took the rope between her legs and around her own sandals, and then secured the ends, before he took the second length and bound her legs together below her knees.

“I suppose I should say thank you,” Cath said as she saw the band round her legs, getting tighter with each pass.

“For what?”

“For actually being Gentlemen?”

“We find Manners Maketh Man to be a truth that should be universally acknowledged,” the masked man said as he pulled the rope between her legs and secured the ends, “but now, with regret, you nee dot be quiet.” He picked up the black silk square and folded before he said, “open your mouth please.”

“Is this what your partner did to keep Joanna quiet?”

Mister Tall nodded as Cath opened her mouth, and then tasted the silk on the tongue as it was pushed gently into her mouth. She then watched as he took what looked like a plaster, and then peeled the end free, before he stuck it to her cheek and peeled the backing paper off as it was pressed down over her mouth.

“Whthhfuhdhn,” she mumbled – but Mister Tall smiled as he said, “Allow me to help you to lie down and roll over.” She nodded as she swung her bound legs and lay on her back, then rolled onto her side - to see Joanna looking at her, clear tape covering her lips and her cheeks puffed out.

“Hmmghhdhdthshhhlhk?”

“Hyhsss,” Joanna nodded as Cath felt Mister Tall bend her ankles slightly back, and the tension as he secured her ankles to the ropes framing her chest. He then adjusted her dress, so her modesty was protected, as Mister Small came back in.

“Allow us to thank you for your cooperation,” Mister Tall said as he bowed, and Mister Small picked up the bag. “The Gentlemen Robbers bid you adieu – may we never meet again.”

Joanna and Cath watched the two masked men as they walked out, the sunlight filtering through the blinds that had been pulled down over the windows, and then listened to the footsteps descending to the ground floor. They grew fainter as Cath tried to move – and then stopped.

“Ththtth?”

“Yhss – hdn mhskhrht…”

Joanna nodded as she looked at how dress, the skirt straightened over her upper legs, and said “duhfhfhnhkthllchllshmehn?”

“Hhhphhshhh.”

“Swwhthdhwhdhnhhh?”

Cath looked over and said “Hspsphewhfmhlhttlhlhr…”

[tickletied84]

Lovely! Well written, loved the politeness of both the captives and captors!

Let's hope Cath approves

[laz]

that was nice of you to write for her

[KP Presents]

Jo was really braver.

The Gentlemen Robbers complement you both on your bravery.