A Week On Tape (M/MFmf)

[KP Presents]

Sunday

“Please, John, do what they say – I don’t want you or the girls to get hurt.”

The man slowly nodded as he looked at his wife. It was early afternoon- and the family had been to a church social after the service, returning to find the three men in their home. They were smartly dressed - suits, shirts, ties, gloves, stockings over their heads, highly polished shoes – and armed, so when they told the five of them not to scream or raise the alarm. They did what they were told to do.

While John was wearing a dark grey suit, with a black tie tied under the collar of a red shirt, his wife Annabelle was wearing a sleeveless blue maxi-dress with white trim and black sandals. She was lying on her back on the bed, her bare wrist crossed at her waist and held together with thin twine. The twine then ran down her dress and held her ankles together as well.

“What have you done with my children,” she said to the man who had tied her up.

“they’re safe – with my partner…”

Annabelle looked at John as he was forced to open the safe in their wardrobe at gunpoint, and offered up a prayer for her babies…


In the next bedroom along, the third man was wrapping the end of a ball of twine round the ankles of the thirteen-year-old girl, as she looked over the bed at her twin sister. She was wearing glasses, her brown hair but in a bob, and was wearing a short sleeved green and white dress, knee length white socks and white sandals. She had her wrist crossed and bound together, and then the twine going down and round her ankles, and a strip of white tape was pressed down over her lips.

“Whlbbhhlrht,” she mumbled as she looked at the eight-year-old boy lying between the two girls. He was wearing a light blue jumper and checked bell bottom pants, but his wrists and ankles were tied in the same way, and he also had a strip of white tape pressed down over her mouth.

He slowly nodded as he watched the funny looking man peel a third strip of tape from the side of his jacket and press it down over his other sister’s mouth as he said, “lie still, don’t struggle, someone will find you soon.”



John winced as the twine was pulled tight round his wrists, and then he turned his head as he looked at Annabelle and said, “We’ll all be fine.”

She nodded, the tape covering her mouth as she watched the robbers secure her husband, then press tape down over his mouth as well before they made their way out of the room. Annabelle started to twist round, her wrists red as the twine rubbed on them, and called out “GHLLLRRLLSS!”

“JHnhshhnfwhfhsmhm,” she heard one of them call back as the front door opened and closed.

“Did you get the recording?”

“I did – let’s discuss our next move…”

Monday

The red Cortina pulled up on the driveway of the single storey house, as the doors opened, and the thirty-five-year-old woman got out. Carol was wearing a light purple dress with a paler floral print, the flared sleeves to her wrists, and white shoes.

Two younger girls got out of the back of the car. Rhoda was twelve, with longer sandy blonde hair, and was wearing a sleeveless sun dress with white and lime green alternating panels, white tights and black Mary Jane shoes. Mary was a year younger and was wearing a lighter green dress with capped sleeves, white tights and black flat shoes. Unlike her mother and sister, her hair was cut in a bob.

“All right girls,” Carol said as she put her handbag over her arm, “let’s go and see Grandma.” The family walked up to the front door, Carol knocking and going in as she called out “Mom – where are you?”

The girls came in and waited as she closed the door, before Mary called out “Grandma?” There was still no reply, so they made their way into the front room – and stopped, staring as the older woman said “Hmghhdh.”

She had grey hair styled on her head, and was wearing a grey cap sleeved dress, and black shoes – but her wrists were held to the back of the metal chair with tape, and her ankles taped to the front legs. The silver tape also covered her mouth -and she was not alone. The man standing behind her was wearing as grey blazer over a black jumper, grey pants, black shoes – and a black stocking pulled down over his head as he pointed a gun at the new arrivals.

“Don’t move,” he said quietly as their grandmother looked at them. “Gentlemen – we need three more chairs from the dining room, if you would be so kind.”

Carol slowly turned her head as she heard the footsteps, and then two identically dressed and masked men walked in, one of them carrying three more chairs and setting them down in ring as the other man said, “Sit down, hands by your side” and held up a large roll of grey tape. She looked at Rhonda and Mary, and said “Girls, better do what he says to do.”

The two girls nodded as they sat either side of their grandmother, Carol taking the final seat as the man with the roll of tape tore the end free and knelt behind her, taking her wrists and pressing it against the back of the chair before she felt the tug on her skin as it was secured into place. He then secured her other wrist in the same way, before securing her ankles to the front legs of the chair.

He then went behind Mary as the other man walked off, Carol watching as her daughters had their wrists secured to the back of the chair, and then their ankles taped together as well as their legs below their knees.

“Why are you robbing my mother,” Carol finally said as he smoothed the tape on Rhonda’s legs.

“Oh, we have our reasons,” the man standing behind her said as he looked over. “Gag them.”

“No please we’ll be quiet…”

“Yes, yes you will,” the man said as he tore strips of the silver tape off and smoothed them down over the lips of the mother and daughters, their grandmother lowering her head as he did this, the sunlight filtering through the blinds pulled down over the windows.

All they could do was look at each other and try to talk, not noticing the tape recorder that was hidden elsewhere in the room, before the three men left them to try and get free….



“Listen to their attempts to talking.”

“Indeed – it is proving educational so far. So ready to visit someone for an after school special?”

Tuesday

The yellow school bus came to a stop by the sidewalk as the doors opened at the front, the two blonde haired female students getting out and waving to their friends as tit moved off again. Cindy was fourteen years old, and was wearing a candy-striped long-sleeved dress, the arms gathered above the elbows, white knee length socks and white shoes. Her thirteen-year-old sister Skipper was wearing a green long sleeved short dress with white daisies printed on it, as well as her own white knee length socks and shoes.

“So, what assignments do you have to do,” Cindy said as they made their way along the sidewalk.

“English report and some American studies,” Skipper replied, “you?”

“Math – I HATE MATH!”

“Well, maybe Mom will cut you some slack…”

“Mom? The accountant cut me a break with Math?”

Skipper laughed as they walked through the front door of their home and put their books down on the table by the telephone.

“Cindy?”

“Yeah?” The older girl followed her sister’s eyeline and then saw the wire hanging down from the phone, the empty socket at the wall.

“What the…”

“Hello girls – your mommy wants a word.”

The girls turned round to see the casually dressed man standing there, the gin in his gloved hand as he smiled under the stocking over his head and said “she’s talking to my friend at the moment – but you two can come in here and wait.

“Now.”

The two girls swallowed as they slowly walked in, seeing a second masked man – and ropes laid out along the seat cushions of the wooden couch.

“Face down on the floor, girls,” he said, Cindy and Skipper slowly lying down as the two men took lengths of rope, and knelt beside them, crossing their wrists behind their back and securing them tightly together.

“Where is our mom,” Cindy said as the man then crossed her ankles, and she felt the rope being tied tightly round them.

“Busy = she’ll talk to you soon,” he said with a laugh as he pulled the rope between her legs and then secured the end before he lashed more rope around her legs below her knees. She looked to the side to see Skipper being bound in the same way, before they both let out a gasp as their ankles were pulled back and rope used to place them in a loose hogtie.

“MOM!”

“Kid, you need to be quiet,” the man said as Skipper watched him peel the backing paper from a strip of Elastoplast, and then press it down over Cindy’s mouth -and then felt the tug on the skin round her mouth as a strap was pressed down over there as well.

“Oh no – please, they’re don’t need to be like that…”

Both girls rolled onto their dies and looked at their mother, who was standing with a third man. She was wearing a cream linen minidress with a deep V-shaped neckline and a pleated bow below the bottom, and white flat shoes - but her hands were behind her back as she was walked in and helped to lie face down beside Cindy and Skipper.

“Are you both all right,” she whispered as she felt the rope forcing her ankles together, the two girls nodding as their mother was bound in the same way as them, and then the brown sticking plaster pressed firmly down over her mouth.

“Did you get the files?”

“I did – we got what we need now,” the third man said, and we have her jewellery as well.”

“Good- thank you ladies,” the first man said as the three of them left, the captives waiting as the door opened and closed before they started struggling…


“She had no idea she was being used to funnel that money?”

“None – and now we have it, she is free of any problems.”

“I wasn’t sure this was going to be the way to get to the root of the problem, but it is – working.”

“Good – because tomorrow, we need to take someone from their home and without upsetting some other people…”


Wednesday

Hilary was sat the kitchen table, looking round as she said, “I know they scared you boys when they came in, an di know it doesn’t sound like this is going to be fun – but we’ll try and make it as good as possible, all right?”

She looked at her sons as they sipped from their glasses, looking at each other and trying not to cry. Her oldest son, Alan, was ten years old and was wearing a red t-shirt, white shorts, white socks and brown sandals. Eight-year-old Gordan was wearing a red t-shirt and red checked bib shorts, with black sandshoes, while seven-year-old John was wearing along sleeved grey tip and blue shorts with white socks.

Their father was sat at the table, wearing a white short sleeved shirt and red tie, brown pants and black shoes, but there was real anger in his eyes as he said, “how dare you march in on our breakfast and demand I come with you.”

“Sir,” the masked man said, “you’re wrong. You’re coming with us because your family is staying here, and you don’t want them to be hurt or get into trouble – do you?”

“Alex, please…” Hilary was wearing a skort sleeved pale blue minidress and black shoes, a cloth belt tied round her waist, her dark hair pulled back. There was real concern in her eyes, however, as she looked at the three men who had just marched into their home. They were wearing blue workman’s overalls, boots, and gloves – and black balaclava masks, with guns in their gloved hands.

“What are the men going to do, Mommy,” Alan said as he looked at them.

“Keep an eye on us while Daddy goes with them,” Hilary said, Alex nodding as he stood up and said “don’t hurt them” before he left with two of the men. The third one looked at the family, before he said, “You’ll spend the morning watching television- stand up and walk into the front room, Mommy closes the blinds, while you boys sit next to each other on the couch.”

As the boys walked over, Hilary slowly walked to the large windows and pulled the curtains across them, then heard a peeling sound as she looked dover and saw the man using a roll of packing tape to secure the ankles of the three boys together. They looked up at their mother as he then taped their legs together below their knees, the tape crinkling as they moved their legs to and fro.

He then told them “put your hands together in front of yourselves,” as she watched him secure their wrists together, then wrap the tape round their arms and body so they could only twist from side to side. He then looked at Hilary, as he said, “it’s time – lie down.”

“No…”

He walked over, the roll of brown tape in his hand, and said “Lie down, on your stomach, and put young hands behind your back…” He then turned the television on, the boys watching the cartoons as their mother obeyed the man…



As the telephone rang, Hilary wriggled on the couch and looked at her sons. She also had her arms, legs and ankles taped, and brown tape was pressed down over her mouth – and also those of the boys as they tried singing along to Schoolhouse Rock.

“Mrs Baines? We’re ringing to check the boys are not ill, please call back.”

“Wonderful thing, answering machines,” the man said as he smiled, and then looked out of the window. He then picked up the bag which was behind the couch the boys were sitting on and left the family struggling in the tape.


“Interesting – I think we have the case almost built, but…”

“What?”

“Is it right to pose as criminals to do this?”

“IT’s the only way – tomorrow we have to talk to one of the main men. Get the camera ready…”


Thursday

It was a family portrait with a difference, and not the way they had expected the afternoon to go. The photographer had been booked to call in their house at 4, and they had all got ready – Roger DeBris in a grey suit, light pink shirt and striped tie, and his wife Ginny wearing a blue and green minidress with a floral pattern on the fabric in silver.

Then there were the children – thirteen-year-old Katherine was wearing a brown checked waistcoat and miniskirt over a white jumper, and brown shoes, while her twelve-year-old daughter Lorraine was also wearing a waistcoat and mini skirt with a white jumper – her outfit was grey, and she was wearing white tights with grey slippers.

Finally, there was six-year-old Mark, wearing a blue combined waistcoat and shorts with a white short sleeved shirt, black socks and black shoes. They were sitting in the front room when the doorbell rang, and Roger went to let the photographer in.

It turned out he had brought two ‘assistants’ – who were carrying guns which they pointed at the family, ordering them to be quiet as Ginny held Mark.

“All right,” her said, “we’re still going to take a family photo – just not the way you thought you were going to look. Girls – stand in front of your mother and put your hands behind your back.

“Why does Papa have his hands behind his back,” Mark asked his mother as Ginny looked at Roger. “I… I think the man has done something to make sure his hands stay there, Mark,” she finally said as she watched the two assistants take the hands of Katherine and Lorraine behind their backs, “and I think they will do the same to you and me. So, be brave, and I will be with you all the time, all right?”

Mark nodded as the two girls looked at each other, then bit their lower lips as ropes were passed round their upper bodies to keep their arms against their sides. “Do you have to do that,” Ginny said quietly as she looked at the photographer, who was forcing her husband’s arms against his sides in the same way.

“Are you girls all right,” he said as he looked at his daughters.

“I’m not sure Daddy,” Lorraine said as they both sat either side of their mother, the assistants looking at them as they said “okay – the kid comes over here while we take care of Momma.”

“NO – I want to stay with Mama.”

“Please, “Ginny said, “if you are going to do this, do it to both of us at the same time.”

The assistants looked at the photographer, who nodded as one of them stood behind Ginny, and the other knelt down behind Mark, both of them feeling the rope on their wrists as they were bound tightly together behind their back.

“You look funny Mama,” Mark whispered as he watched the man wrap the rope around Ginny’s arms and then felt the rope on his own arms as well.

“So do you,” Ginny said as the rope was pulled tighter and tighter, before they were taken to sit to where the girls were sitting, Ginny sitting down as Mark stood in front of her. The men then took more ropes from a large canvas bag, and one by one secured the ankles of the mother and daughters together, as well as their legs below their knees.

Mark was then lifted onto Ginny’s lap, watching as his own ankles and legs were secured, before Brian was walked to the back of the couch and stood behind Ginny. Hew looked down and saw the bag behind the couch and then looked at the photographer as he produced his camera.

“Time for you all to be quiet.”

The two assistants took a roll of white tape and tore strips off, one by one covering the mouths of the family, the strip stretching from ear to ear and the shape of their mouths visible underneath.

“Now smile for me?”

“Duuhrhbhst,” Roiger mumbled as the family tried to smile under the gags, Mark giggling as he looked directly at the camera. The photographer took several shots, before he said “thank you – now, I need to talk to your father. Gentlemen – make them comfortable.”

Roger was taken out of the room, as the two men looked at each other, and then one of them lifted Mark up in his arms.

“Hwhwwnhnthbhhehfhfmhmm.”

“And you will be,” the man said as the second assistant helped Ginny to stand and then frog marched her over to the other couch in the room, before sitting her in the corner. Mark was then laid down with his head on his mother’s lap, Ginny smiling down at him as Mark looked up.

“Hlhfhfhuhmhmmm.”

“Hlhhsfuhshswhl,” Ginny said as she watched the men then move Katherine and Lorriane, so their legs were next to each other on the couch, the two sisters looking at each other as they wriggled round.

It seemed like an age before the photographer came back in the room, nodding as the three men collected their bas and went out. A few minutes later, Roger jumped in, his ankles and legs secured as he said “hshshhfhhrhhnfhn?”

They all nodded as he jumped over and sat at Mark’s feet…



“So, what do you think?”

“Well – the tapes of the visits are – interesting, and it proves you knew what you were doing, but what have we discovered?”

“We have the trail of passage mapped out – none of them knew they were assisting the targets, but we have the evidence they were being used now. So, what are you going to do tomorrow?”

“We can’t move until Saturday morning -so tomorrow? Something to confuse the local authorities. We identified one of the checkout workers at the local supermarket, and we’ll pay her family a visit…”


Friday

“We don’t have anything to steal – why are you doing this?”

“We have ore reasons,” the man said as he pulled the rope tighter round Maria’s arms, forcing them against her sides as the bands framed her chest and stretched the black t-shirt he was wearing over her breasts. She had short brown hair and was wearing a pair of matching black slacks and slippers.

She watched as the other two masked men in denim helped her daughter’s friend to lie face down on the floor. They had been held at gunpoint as Yolanda, her older daughter, and Camila had their hands taken behind their backs and their wrists were secured together. Yolanda was seventeen and was wearing a long sleeved purple mini dress with white details, dark tights and knee length white leather boots which were laced up the front.

Camila was thirteen, and was wearing a white short-sleeved blouse, black hot pants and black sandals, while her classmate Sarah was wearing tie-dyed white and brown vest and skirt set, a black short sleeved blouse underneath, dark tights and flat black shoes. All the girls had their wrists secured together behind their backs, and rope framing their chests as well as holding their arms against their sides.

They looked at each other as the two men took more ropes from the bag, and secured their ankles tightly together, as well as their legs below their knees, as Maria felt the ropes tighten and then the hands moving behind her back.

“HEY!” She looked at Yolanda as her ankles were pulled back and tied to the rope round her chest, the two younger girls staying quiet as their legs were secured in the same way. The men then pushed a rolled-up sports sock into each of their mouths, before covering their lips with strips of black tape.

“Jhshsttkhshthhlshthtchlm,” Yolanda said as he looked at the two younger girls, Maria complaining as she was taken out of the room and then brought back in a short while later, black tape over her mouth now as she was made to lie next to Camila, he legs bound and then hogtied in the same way.

“Dhdhdhthrhtuhmhmh?”

Maria shook her head as the three men looked at the four of them and then left them struggling on the floor.


“All right then – we need to move on the main protagonist tomorrow. Are we ready?”


Saturday


Vicky and Zoe looked at the man, as he said, “now I promise you, there is nothing to be afraid of, if you lie still and enjoy the cartoons, all right?”

The two girls nodded as they stood in front of the couch, looking at the man wearing a blue polo shirt, jeans and trainers, as well as black gloves and a black eye mask. He and the other two men had come into the kitchen while the whole family was having breakfast, carrying guns and telling them they were going to be staring this morning, and that they were going to be made comfortable in the front room, with Saturday Morning cartoons on.

Vicky and Zoe had come in first. Six-year-old Vicky was wearing a blue button dress with white puffed sleeves and collar and knee length black leather boots, white five-year-old Zoe was wearing a blue denim dress with short white go-go boots, the top of a pair of white socks visible on her legs.

The man had already taken their hands behind their backs, and secured their wrist together, before he had tied rope round their stomachs and arms to hold them against their sides. “Sit on the couch,” he said as they pushed themselves backwards, their long brown hair falling down their heads.

As they watched and talked to each other, the man then secured their ankles together, the bands of white rope going around and between their legs, and then again below their knees. He then took a roll of white tape and peeled a length off before he pressed it gently over Vicky’s mouth, and then did the same to Zoe, before he helped them to lie along the couch, their heads resting on cushions as they saw Josie and the Pussycats start on the television.

“You can sing along if you want,” the man said as the girls nodded, and tried to sing to one of the songs.



Penelope Pitstop was just being rescued when the door to the room opened, and a second man came in with George and Penny. George was ten years old, and was wearing a mustard-coloured shirt, red pants and brown shoes, while his twelve-year-old sister Penny was wearing a red pinafore dress with a white blouse that had patterned sleeves underneath, white socks and black shoes.

“Why have you kept us in there,” George asked as the door closed. “And what have my poppa and grandpops done that you need to talk to them?”

“All in odd time,” the second man said as Penny saw the ropes, “both of you, sit in front of your sister son the floor, back-to-back, and link your arms with your hands in front of you.”

“Are you tow all right,” Penny said as she looked at Vicky and Zoe. The tow girls nodded and watched the Harlem Globetrotters as their brother and sister sat down, linking their arms and then putting their hands together as the two masked men took more ropes from a bag, and made sure they both had their wrists secured together in front of themselves.

They then put their ankles together, George and Penny watching as more ropes were used to secure their ankles, the rope going around and between their legs and then tied off behind their feet. A second length was then used to secure their legs together below their knees, before their legs were bent and their wrists tied to that second band of rope.
“Can you move,” George said as she tried to look over his shoulder.”

“Not really, Penny said as the Archies began to sing instead, Vicky and Zoe saying “Herhshshhr, Bhththshr, Vhrhnhchth. Rhsshshhr, hjhgghd, whrhruh” as George and Penny felt the rope round their arms and upper bodies, holding them together before the white tape was pressed down over their lips and chin as well.



“Shchcnbhhdhbbdh, whrhruh?”

The four children were trying to sing along now as the door opened and two more women walked in. Tonya was sixteen and was wearing a red smock top with a rustic patterned neckline, a wide collared white blouse underneath, flared jeans and brown shoes.

Their mother, Orlagh, had short dark hair and was wearing glasses, a purple dress with a knee length skirt and black high heels. The younger children could also use that they both had bands of rope around their arms, framing their chests, and their hands were behind their backs. They could also see the white tape over their mouths a swell, as they were walked over to the wooden armchairs and helped to sit down, both of them looking at the others as the two masked men secured their rankles, the flares of Tonya’s jeans flaring out under the tight band, and then their legs below their knees as well.

As Fred and the girls unmasked the villain, the men looked round the room and said “You can hum along or distract yourself in any way, but do not try to get free -we are watching you.

“All of you.”

“Whrssdhddhndghrhdndhd?”

Orlagh looked at her family, wondering why the third man had kept her husband and father in the kitchen…



“You’re joking.”

“We’re not,” the third masked man said to the two men, bound to the kitchen chairs, “we are arresting the members of your teams responsible now – and we apologize for taking this approach.”

“Why hold my family hostage?”

“Plausible deniability -you and all those we have visited this week have supported, without knowing it, this team, and now other families can rest easy.

“Well, actually, almost all the families – but they need not be your concern now. So put your lips together, and we can keep you silent when we leave.”

As both men were tape gagged, they heard the music coming from the front room, and the humming.

“Hwrrhchm, whlkkhndhnthshgrhhtt…”

[TuggyBoundMale]

Nice story, I really enjoyed reading it. Great job once again

[DGirl]

Excellent!