No Go-Go (M/Fmf)

[KP Presents]

America was not having the best of evenings – and yet there was something so sickeningly familiar about what was happening now. After that, her other thought was what was going to happen when the rest of her family turned up for the themed evening she had planned.

She was seventy years old but looked twenty years younger with her long curled silver-blonde hair. She was also dressed as if she was in her twenties – a knee length blue dress with a square yoke neckline and crochet panels., red tights and white knee length leather boots which were tightly laced up the front.

She was expecting her granddaughter and her triplets to call and spend a night dancing to sixties music – so the last thing she had expected to see when she opened the door was a pair of masked men who forced her to walk back into her hallway with a pistol.

Now she was lying along her retro yellow couch, feeling the rope on her bare wrists as one of the men secured them together with thin rope, and the second used more of the rope to secure her ankles together. “Look, I don’t know what you think I have worth taking,” America finally said, “because I’m not rich…”

She then grunted as the thin rope was pulled between her ankles, making the binding there tighter, before the man tied the ends off and she was helped to sit up. “Why we’re here isn’t important,” he said as America saw more ropes in a bag, “so I don’t want to hear any more comments from…”

“Gran? What the hell is going on here?”

The three turned to see the thirty-year-old woman standing in the doorway, staring at America. She had long straw blonde hair and was wearing a cream minidress that hugged her body, the deep neckline showing the top of her breasts and the skirt barely coming halfway down her thighs. She was also wearing a pair of knee length white leather boots with a cork three-inch heel.

“Paris,” America said quietly, “I’m sorry, you’ve walked into a robbery.”

“You have,” one of the two men said as he looked at Paris, “and that means you and your gran here get to be secured as well. Hands behind your back.”

“Why should I?” Paris then looked at the gun in his hand and nodded slowly as she lowered her handbag to the floor and put her hands behind her back, biting her lower lip as the man walked behind her and she felt the thin cord rubbing on her bare wrists.

She looked at America as the second man wound a longer length of rope round her arms, forcing them against her sides as two bands framed her chest.

“That’s tight,” she said quietly, “but I’m not in a position to argue, am I?”!

“No, you’re not.” The man looked at Paris and grinned as she felt the rope tugging between her wrists, then the longer rope as her arms were forced against her sides, her chest forced out as the dress strained over it.

“How can you stay so calm,” Paris said as the man knelt in front of America and began to bind her legs together below her knees.

“Well, it’s not the first time…”

“It’s not?”

America shook her head and smiled as she said, “did I ever tell you the story of what happened the day your grandfather brought me home from our honeymoon?”

“No…”

America smiled as she said “Well, the cab dropped us off, and he unlocked the front door of our home…”


“HEY!”

America laughed as her husband lifted her in his arms and pushed the unlocked door of the bungalow open. She was wearing a pale blue jacket and hot pants, with knee length tight white leather boots, while he was wearing a dark blue jacket and dark pants with a white shirt.

“It’s tradition to carry the new bride over the threshold,” he said with a smile as he carried his new bride into the front hallway of the house, kicking the door closed with his foot before he kissed her. America returned the kiss, before she said, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Well, isn’t that nice?”

Both of them turned their heads to see the man standing there, wearing a boiler suit and a black balaclava over his head, smiling as her husband said, “who the hell, are you?”

“The man who wasn’t expecting you back until tomorrow – but you are here, so we have to make sure you cannot stop our surprise for your new neighbours. “Bring her in here, young man – you don’t want either of you to get hurt, do you?”

America then saw the gun in his gloved hand as her husband slowly carried her in, seeing the other two men there.

“What the hell – this place was meant to be empty today!”

“All right, it isn’t – get these two secured and quiet. We have a timetable to keep to.”

“What’s going on,” America whispered as her husband sat her on the couch, and then she saw one of the men walk behind him and pull his hands behind his back – as the third man walked behind her and she felt his gloved hands on her wrists, then the thin cord as they were secured tightly together.

“Please, don’t hurt us…”

“Lady,” the man behind her said as she tied the rope off, “shut up and you’ll be fine.”

“America, I’m here as well,” her husband said as they were made to sit back-to-back on the floor, the two men kneeling and securing their ankles together in the same way as their wrists.

America tried to move her legs, hearing the squeaking sound as her ankles rubbed together, and then grunted as she was forced against her husband’s back, the rope the third man was passing round them forcing her arms against her sides and the two of them together.

She felt him grab her hand with his before the rolled-up scarf was pulled between her lips and she lowered her head, the ends knotted at the base of her neck as the cloth pressed her tongue down to the roof of her mouth. She heard her husband grunt and figured he had been gagged as well as the leader of the group went and looked past the blinds lowered over the window…

“They were there to kidnap the family next door when she returned from the school run,” America said as the rope forced her legs together, while Paris was made to sit on an armchair on the other side of the room. “We were left like that until the local police found us – it took hours.”

Paris codded as she watched the man securing her ankles together, and heard the same squeaking sound as her mother was making with her legs.

“Where are they?”

Paris suddenly looked over and said “oh my god – please they’re just children…”

“Lady,” the man said as she felt the rope forcing her legs together, “who are you…”

“MUM! GreatGrammy!”

America looked over as three twelve-year-old children walked in. They were triplets and also wearing clothes reminiscent of the seventies. All three had long brown hair and were also wearing knee length white go-go boots.

“Mum?”

“Sydney,” Paris said quietly, “you can see what the masked men have done to me and Great Grandma?”

Sydney slowly nodded – she was wearing a white knee length dress with black Peace symbol, a matching scarf tied as a headband in her hair, and a black fur vest. He stood in front of the other two and said “stand behind me…”

“Brave, Kid,” the man said, “I admire that – identical triplets?”

“Not quite,” Paris said as she looked at the three new arrivals. The man walked over and looked at Sydney, before he said “Sydney – right. The other two.”

“I’m Sofia,” one of the other two children said, “and this is Vienna.” Sofia was wearing a blue, yellow and orange dress with a psychedelic print, and a blue fur vest, while Vienna was wearing a peach dress with a different pattern, and a pink fur vest. “What are you doing?”

“We’re robbing the house,” the man said, “so we need to keep you three in here and quiet as well. Kneel in front of the couch and put your hands behind your back.”

“Do as he says, girls,” America said as she was helped to lie along the couch, the triplets walking over kneeling down as the man produced more ropes from a bag. Sydney looked at his great grandmother, before saying “I’m sorry – I should be the man of the house now…”

“You’re doing fine,” she said with a smile, “be brave for your sisters, and that is the right thing to do now.”

Sydney nodded as she felt the rope forcing her wrists together and then looked down the line and saw the tears starting to form in the eyes of Vienna and Sofia.

“Hey – don’t cry,” he said quietly, “we’ll get through this together, all right?”

They both nodded as their wrists were bound, Paris smiling as she saw how brave they all were. The man then made sure their arms were secured to their sides, round their stomachs and below their elbows, before they were turned and made to sit down, their ankles and legs secured din the same way as the adults.

“Gag them.”

“We’re not going to be able to talk,” America said as she saw the roll of silver tape and heard the sound of a strip being pulled off, “just stay calm, and we’ll be fine, all right?”

Parti nodded as she saw the man press the silver tape down over her grandmother’s mouth and then felt the tug on the skin on her face as she was gaged in the same way. She then watched as the triplets were also gagged with the duct tape, before the men left them there, struggling as they searched the house and then left.

America watched them leave, and then started to try and get free, Paris singing softly through the tape as her children watched her…

[MrBind]

Really good writing...