The Foot Bandits (MF/Ffm)

[KP Presents]

The four friends were sat round the table in the quiet corner of the cafeteria, looking at each other as James said, “so the same gang has robbed all of us?”

“It sounds like it,” Savannah said as she looked across the table, “and I think it’s important we talk about how it felt.” She had long sandy blonde hair cut with a fringe over her eyes, while James had lighter blonde hair cut in a bowl cut. Next to him at the table was Sophie, nervously holding her juice box as her long brown hair was set back from her eyes by a hairband. Finally, there was Aaron, his dark hair cut short. All of them were wearing polo shirts and knee length cargo shorts.

“James, you were the first – you go first.”

The twelve-year-old nodded as he said “well, it was when I got home two weeks past Friday…”

“Mum, I’m home,” James said as he closed the front door to their house and put his bag down on the floor. He was wearing a V-necked top with a pale blue body, black coloured sleeves to above his elbows, and white on the rest of his sleeves and collar, along with brown cargo shorts and brown trainers.

“Mum?” There was no reply, and James figured she just was not back yet. His older sister Madison would not be back from college for some time, so he figured a bowl of something, a cold drink, and he could watch some television.

Walking to the kitchen, he poured some milk into a glass and some potato crisps into a bowl, and then walked into the front room- only to stop as he saw his mother and sister sitting on the couch, the glass and plate falling from his hands.

Heather Harris was wearing a black cardigan over a patterned black top, and long pants, her red-brown hair hanging down the back of her head, while his eighteen year old sister Madison was wearing a grey cropped top with a design on the front, and jeans which were ripped down the front of the legs. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, the dark roots showing with the top dyed lighter brown – but what James noticed most was both of them had their feet up on the coffee table as they sat side by side, their wrists behind their back – and he could see the bands of brown rope holding their ankles together, their feet uncovered.

“Oh god, no – please don’t hurt my boy,” Heather said as Madison stared at James. She could not say much – a folded white scarf was pulled tightly round her head, covering her mouth as the ends hung at the base of her neck.

“Mum, what’s goinghhnnn…” James’s words were cut off as a gloved hand was clamped over his mouth, and then he realized there was at least one other person in the room – a tall man, with a black balaclava pulled over his head, and a gun in his gloved hand.

“Nonsense – he can join you. Tie the kid up, and get his feet uncovered.”

“James, just stay calm,” Heather said as the hand was taken away, and the young boy felt whoever had held him pulling his hands behind his back, before he felt the rope round his bare wrists as they were secured together.

He was then pushed over and made to sit next to Madison, as he saw the second masked man, smiling as he said, “feet up on the table kid – your mummy is not going to stop you today.” James put his fete up, watching as the man pulled his shoes off, and then used more brown rope to tie his ankles together as well.

“Don’t hurt me,” he said quietly as the ropes was tied off, and then he saw the folded cloth in the man’s gloved hand. “Open wide” je said, James slowly opening his mouth as the tape was pushed in, and then a second folded scarf tied tightly round his head to keep that gag in place.

He and Madison looked at Heather as the first man said “now Mrs Harris – safe combination, or we do something to make you talk.

“No,” she said, the man nodding to his partner as he took from a pocket an electric toothbrush and started to run it over the barre soles of her children. She saw them both squirm and start to call out, as the man said, “if he keeps this up, they may start to cough – and I am not removing the gags.”

“All right – all right, I’ll talk,” Heather said as she gave a sequence of numbers, before a cloth was pushed into her mouth and the scarf tied round her head. She looked at Madison and James, nodding as the first man left the room, the other one sitting and watching them…

“They left an hour later,” James said as he picked at his lunch, “but it was a couple of hours before Dad got home. We just sat there – the ropes were too tight to get free, and we could not call for help with that stuff in and over our mouths.”

“They tickled your feet to get your mum to open her safe,” Savannah said.

“Yeah…”

“Well, they did something to my big sister to get her to do what they wanted as well – after I walked in on them on the Saturday morning…”

Savannah slowly opened her eyes and looked round her bedroom, taking a few minutes to come to. She lived in the flat with her big sister Tiffany – she was twenty years old, and a student at the local college – as well as Tiffany’s girlfriend Mickie. It had been a year since their parents had died in the accident, and it had taken a while for the young girl to move on – but she had done so, and she was looking forward to going out that day with her friends.

She got up and stretched, then looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a pink short sleeved top along with purple and pink checked pyjama bottoms, but she had plenty of time to shower and change for later. Yawning, she walked out of her bedroom and into the front room of the flat – only to stop as Tiffany saw her and called out “GHHTUUUHUUHTHFHHUR!”

Her sister was wearing a black vest top and shorts, while Mickie was wearing a white vest and grey shorts - but both of them were lying face down on the wooden floor. They had their wrists crossed and secured together with grey rope behind their backs, and there was also rope holding their bare ankles together – and there was rope holding their ankles to their wrists, their legs bent at the knees.

Mickie looked at Savannah, her eyes wide and a folded red bandana tied tightly round her head and covering her mouth, while Tiffany’s mouth was covered with a die strip of silver tape. Her eyes were wide open, streaks from her mascara rubbing down her cheeks, as she said again “RRHNNNN!”

Before Savannah could say anything, however, she felt something against her back as a man said “no, don’t run – lie between these two, and put your hands behind your back.

“Don’t hurt me mister,” Savannah whispered as she raised her hands in the air. “I won’t stop you.”

“I know you won’t,” the voice said as she was pushed forward, and lay down, Mickie and Tiffany watching as she felt whoever it was taking her hands behind her back, and the rope on her bare wrists as they were bound together.

“Well now – I see little sis woke up.”

“Yup,” the voice behind Savannah said as she looked up and saw the masked man standing over her. She then grunted as her ankles were secured together, and then they were pulled back as she felt the tension on her wrists when they were secured as well.

Her head was then lifted up, as a folded white scarf was tied tightly round her head, stifling any calls she could make as she rolled over, the fingers of her hands brushing over the heels of her bare feet as she tried to move - with no success.

“Dhnnuhdhrrhhthr,” Tiffany growled as Savannah looked back at the two masked men.

“Well, you cooperated – thank you for the nice jewels,” the first mans aid as he looked at his partner. “Take the kid back to her room, leave her on her bed.”

“Nnhhwhntthshttwhfmhshhshthr.”

Tiffany looked at her little sister and said “whlbhhlrht” as Savannah was picked up and carried back to her room, left lying on her side as she watched the man walk out of the room. She then heard muffled moans from her sister and Mickie, wondering what was going on…

“I never found out why they both moaned – when Tiff eventually got free and came to me, she just hugged me and said she was very proud of me,” Savannah said as she looked round the table.

“Wow,” Sophie said quietly, “at least when they robbed me and my mum, we were allowed to stay together, although they did tie us up more tightly.”

“How,” Aaron said as he looked over.

“Will you see who that is,” Farrah called out form the kitchen as the front doorbell rang again.

“Sure Mum,” Sophie said as she came down the stairs. She had a red hairband holding back her long brown hair and was wearing a short sleeved grey crop top with a picture of a bee on the front, and grey shorts.

She smiled as she opened the door – and then her scream was muffled as the man grabbed her and clamped a gloved hand down over her mouth. There were two of them – big, strong, and both dressed in black with black hoods covering their heads, only their eyes and mouths visible.

“Ltthmhmghghghgh” she called out as he tried to struggle, - and then the man who was not holding her looked at her and put a gloved finger to his lips as she saw the gun in his other hand. The colour drained from her face as she was carried into the front room, before she heard her mother say, “what the – SOPHIE!”

“Your kid is fine,” the man said, “but if you don’t do as we say…”

“Kid, stop struggling - it will be a lot better for you if you do,” the man holding her said as Sophie calmed down. “Good – now just stand still,” he said as the gloved hand was taken away, and then Sophie felt the hands pulling her own wrists behind her back, and the rope rubbing on her skin as they were bound tightly together.

“That hurts,” she whispered as more rope was tied round her arms and body, forcing them against her sides before she was walked over to where a white couch sat in front of a low table.

“Sit down,” the man said, and as Sophie sat down, she watched him put her feet onto the table, and then use some brown rope to secure her bare ankles tightly together. Another length of rope was used to secure her legs together below her knees – and then he started to lightly tickle the soles of her feet with his gloved fingers.

“Hey -t hat’s ticklish,” Sophie giggled as she twisted round, before she heard her mother say, “get your hands off my daughter.” Farrah had dark hair with blonde ends and was wearing a black crop top with a sports design in grey on the front, and blue jeans. Sophie could see she also had her hands behind her back, and a band of rope tied round her arms and body as well.

“Oh calm down mummy, we’re not going to hurt her,” the second masked man said as he walked Farrah over to sit at the end of the couch next to Sophie, “after all, you told us where you keep your nice things, so there’s no need to do anything expect stop both of you raising the alarm.”

“And how do you propose to do that,” Farrah said as she watched the masked man secure her ankles in the same way as her daughter. The ropes were tight, but she could see Sophie was – coping.

And then she heard the ripping sound, and saw the silver tape, which was pressed firmly down over Sophie’s mouth, her eyes wide as she looked at her mother.

“Try to keep calm,” Farrah said, as she watched the second intruder tear a second long strip fromteh roll, and then felt the tug on the skin around her own mouth as it was pressed into place. Sophie put her head against her mother, Farrah putting hers on Sophie’s, as the two men looked at them – and then started to squeeze their toes, the mother and daughter looking at each other.

“They… Why did they do that?”

“No idea – they did it for ten minutes, then just left us,” Sophie said as Aaron shook his head.

“They only played with your toes,” he said quietly, “they did much more to Ana and me…”

“Thanks for letting me watch the game here Ana,” Aaron said as he sat on the couch, lifting his feet up and down. The young boy was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, his feet in white ankle socks.

“Well, I want to watch as well,” Ana said as she carried a tray with drinks and snacks in. She was in her early twenties, with long light brown hair, and was wearing a fawn coloured sweater and blue leggings, her feet in a pair of thronged sandals.

“So, what do you think the result will be,” Aaron said as he took a drink.

“The right one,” Ana said with a smile as she heard the front doorbell ring. Standing up, she left the room as Aaron turned the television on and watched the punditry before the game.

“Hey kid – don’t make a sound.”

Aaron looked to the door to see Ana with three masked people – two men, one woman – dressed in black. Ana had a worried look on her face, as she said “Aaron, just do what they say, all right?”

“But they…”

“I don’t want you to get hurt – jhust do as they say,” Ana repeated, Aaron nodding as the woman said “good – face down on the floor, both of you, and put your hands behind your back.”

“Lie with me,” Ana said as she went to the side of the table and lay on the wooden floor, Aaron lying next to her as the second man opened a bag and took out two long lengths of rope. He handed one to the masked woman as they knelt next to Aan and Aaron, and then started to bind their wrists tightly together with one end of the rope.

“Are they robbers, Ana,” Aaron asked as he felt the rope rubbing on his wrists, and then felt the woman pulling his ankles back, pulling the rope tight in the other direction before she started to use it to secure his ankles together. He watched the man do the same thing to his cousin. She flexed her fingers as she looked over and said “I have no idea what they want – but I don’t want either of us to ger hurt or worse. Understand?”

Aaron nodded slowly as he heard a ripping sound, and then saw the duct tape as it was pressed down over his cousin’s mouth. She looked over and nodded as the tape was then pressed down over the boy’s mouth, before they looked at the trio who had come in.

“I’ll look round,” one of them said as the other two looked at each other, and then knelt behind Aaron and Ana, both of them, wondering why they were removing his socks and her sandals. They wriggled their toes – and then they both looked at each other as they felt the kiss on their toes, and the lips enclosing and sucking on them.

“Whhtthruhdhhn,” Aaron said as she looked back to see the masked woman sucking on his toes, the man doing the same to Ana as she closed her eyes and shook her head. Nobody had ever down that to him, and yet…

“OI! What are you two doing?”

“Oh, come on d…”

“Not another word,” the man said as he looked at them, “come on. We’re getting out of here.” Hew picked up the bag as the three left, Ana and Aaron shaking on the floor.


“There was three of them,” Sophie said, “a woman as well?”

“Yeah – but it was two men as well. The same two men, I think. There must be a gang in the area, targeting families – and for some reason they leave you bare footed.”

The bell ringing made Sophie and Savannah look up, as James and Aaron collected the rubbish. “See you in class,” they said as they ran off.

“You didn’t tell them,” Aaron said as he looked at James.

“Tell them what?”

“What happened when we went to spend the afternoon with your neighbour…”


“In there, all of you,” the masked woman said as she opened the door to the cellar, and the three twelve-year-olds walked in. James was wearing a black t-shirt with a pattern on the front and grey knee length cargo shorts, while Aaron was wearing a plain black t-shirt and faded jeans.

“You know this woman,” the girl with them said as they walked in. She had long black hair platted into two pigtails, and was wearing a green, blue and white polo shirt with sea blue shorts.

“No,” James said, “I know the men, but there wasn’t a woman when they robbed us.”

“There was when they robbed my cousin and me,” Aaron said as they walked over to the wall and sat down, feeling the black tape that held their wrists behind their backs as they did so.

“One week in the house, and we’re robbed…”

“I know Indy – but if we remain calm, we’ll get through this.”

“And making us take our shoes and socks off?”

“The papers called them the Foot Bandits Indy – this is why,” Aaron said as she woman knelt down, and taped their ankles together, as well as their legs below their knees. She then took the roll and used it to make sure their big toes stayed together, the three youngsters looking at each other.

“While my – friends deal with your parents,” she said as she looked at them, “it’s my job to keep you three – distracted.”

“How,” James asked as she took out a wider roll of black tape.

“Guess,” the masked woman said as one by one she gagged James, Aaron and Indy with black tape, stretched from cheek to cheek, covering their mouths and keeping them quiet as she smiled and looked down.

“Hnnhhn-nhghgghn,” Aaron then said as she started to suck on his topes, closing his eyes as Aaron and Indy looked at her -before she sucked on Indy’s toes, and the boys heard her groan in response.





“I’m glad I wasn’t alone,” Indy said as she sat in the front room of her house – the police had arrived some hours later, and brought the kids up to see Indy’s parents taped back to back on the floor, the gags hanging from their cheeks as they talked to the officers.

“Well,” Aaron said, “you were very brave as well – even when she…”

Indy blushed as James shook his head. “I need to get going,” he said as he stood up, “Jennie has asked me to come round and spend the evening with her.”

“How did the night with Jennie go anyway,” Aaron said as they left the dining hall.

James blushed, as he smiled as well. Aaron really did not need to know what had happened…

“A game? What sort of game?”

James smiled as he looked at his friend, Jennie wearing a grey crop top with a unicorn on the front and blue denim shorts as her long white hair fell down over her shoulders.

“Well, my big sister does like to – well, tie me up,” Jennie said, “and something told me you know how that feels?”

“And if I do?”

“Then I want you to be a hostage with me. Is that all right?”

“Sure,” James said as he stood up. He was now wearing a crimson red t-shirt and grey shorts with a red tartan print, “what sort of hostages?”

“Come with me,” Jennie said as she took his hand, and they walked into the garage…



“Hmmsshnhtshbhd,” James said as he looked over his shoulder at Jennie. Her sister had placed two high backed wooden seats with red cushions on the garage floor, and then taking the arms of each of them round the back before taping their wrists together with light grey tape, and then the chairs had been turned back-to-back. James felt Jennie’s fingers as she held his, watching as her sister taped their ankles together with the grey tape, then taped their big toes together.

“This is like earlier,” James said as he heard the peeling noise.

What hsssmmm,” Jennie said as the tape was pressed down over her mouth, and then she heard more tape being peeled away before James fell silent. He twisted round as her sister smiled, and then kneeled down, winking at him as she started to suck on his toes, and James opened his eyes wide…

[TuggyMale]

Wonderful Story. So many different scenarios and perspectives. And yet all the kids are so young. And some even got hogtied. I Love it

I‘d love to see more parts of this. Maybe with some younger or older children…

[MisterB]

Wow! A big departure from your usual, and a great one too! Hope you keep going with these