Playing With Dolls (M/Ff)

[KP Presents]

“Is her dress ready yet Mummy?”

Andrea smiled as she looked at her ten-year-old daughter kneeling on the floor of her spotless kitchen, wearing a red and grey checked dress with short sleeves and skirt that came down to her knees. It had white cuffs on the short sleeves, a white peter pan collar and a short button line down, while the young girl was wearing black Mary Jane shoes, her light brown hair swept back.

“Let me look,” Andrea said as she opened the door to her new heated drying machine and took out a short sleeved pink doll’s dress. “There – do you think Mabel will like wearing this, Audrey?”

“Yes Mum,” Audrey said as she took the dress and put it on the brown-haired doll she had been holding on her lap. The doll already had a nappy on, as well as white shoes and socks, Andrea smiling as Audrey then stood up and went to the front room. The forty-year-old housewife was wearing a white apron over a blue dress with sleeves that came just over her elbows, her own light brown hair held in its place by hairspray, her feet insensible black shoes.

“When is Aunt Jean coming round?”

“In a little while, so keep Mabel amused,” Andrea called back as she turned to keep removing and folding the clothes from the dryer, placing them in the basket as she did so. It was a school holiday, and her sister was going to call round with her daughter Janice so the girls could play together while they drank coffee and talked.

As she glanced out of the kitchen window, she smiled and turned away – not seeing the shadows that flited across the grass or hearing the soft click of the door to the back garden as it was opened. The first she was aware of anything being wrong as when she was grabbed from behind and a rough, calloused hand was pressed down over her mouth.

“WHHHTHTHHHH…” She reached up to try and pull the hand down, but then she heard a young man say “lady, if you know what is good for you, stop struggling and look to your side.” As she did, she saw the man – well, not much more than a boy – wearing a blue shirt and pants, but with one of her kitchen knives in his hand as he said, “are you going to calm down and keep quiet?”

“Phlldddhnhthtrhths…”

“Do what we tell you, nobody gets hurt – if my friend takes his hand away, are you going to be quiet?”

Andreea slowly nodded as the hand was taken away, and a deeper, older voice behind her said “Very quietly, who else is at home just now.”

“Just… Just my little girl Audrey. Please, don’t hurt us – I’ll do whatever you tell me to do…”

“Tempting – but the kid and I just need a place to get cleaned up and some clothes. Where’s your husband?”

“At… At work…”

“Works hard and late, does he?”

Andrea slowly nodded as the voice said “good – we make sure you and the kid are comfortable while we do what we need to do, and then we leave you be. Are you expecting anyone else?”

“Just… Just my sister and her daughter?”

“Well then, we need to be sure you and the kid are ready. Kid – take that knife and tear a couple of those nice clean white pillowcases into strips. Then see if you can find some rope or twine.”

“Oh god you’re not going to tie us up, are you?”

“How else do you think we can make sure you stay comfortable and can’t stop us, lady?”

Andrea started to shiver as she saw the younger man take some pillowcases from the bag and tear them into strips with the knife, then look in the cupboard and take out a ball of thin brown twine, as well as a coil of washing line.

“Good - cut me a length of the line and keep the rest with you.”

He cut a length of the washing line free and handed it over, Andrea feeling the man behind her grab her wrists and force them behind her back before she felt the rope robbing on them as he used it to secure them tightly together.

“There,” he said as he pulled the rope between her arms and then secured the ends together, “where’s your kid?”

“In the front room…”

“Let’s go,” he said as Andrea felt the push against her back, the younger man following her as they approached the door. He opened it and Andrea was pushed in as Audrey looked up and said “Mummy?”

“Audrey,” Andrea said quietly, “I need you to be very brave and listen to me. These – men – are going to spend some time with us, and they have promised me you are going to stay with me all the time, no matter what happens?”

“What about Mabel?”

“Is Mabel your baby,” the younger man said as he squatted down and stroked Audrey’s hair, looking at the brown-haired doll.

“Yes…”

“Well,” he said with a smile as Andrea was made to sit on one side of a two seat couch, “I don’t see why Mabel cannot stay with you, and you with your mummy, but she is going to have to be the same as you, all right?”

“What…. what are you going to do?”

“Well, let me show you on Mabel,” he said as both Andrea and Audrey looked at the older man. He was dressed in the same way and had short grey hair as well as stubble on his chin. He as about the same height and build as his younger partner.

“Well, first tell Mabel I’m not going to hurt her,” the young man said, “and then can you put her hands together in front of her, as if she is praying?”

Audrey nodded as she said “be brave, Mabel” and kissed the doll’s head before she out the hands together, watching as the young man took the twine and made a small loop at the end, then put it over Mabel’s hands and pulled them together before he took the twine around and between her arms. He then played it out and did the same thing around the doll’s ankles, before cutting the twine free and tying a knot with the end.

“There – is Mabel scared or upset?”

Audrey looked at the doll and said “no – so are you going to that to me as well?”

“I am – so go and sit next to your mummy.”

“Come and sit next to me,” Andrea said as her daughter came over, “and rest Mabel on my lap until you are ready to take her back.” Her daughter nodded as she placed the doll on the apron, then watched the young man as he gently put her hands together and then used the twine to secure them together, then took it down and secured her ankles together in the same way. He then handed the knife to the older man, who cut another length of the washing lien away and knelt down to secure Andrea’s ankles together, while his partner took Mabel and gently placed her on Audrey’s lap so that her head rested on her arm.

“We’ll be brave together,” Audrey said as Andrea smiled – and then he saw the younger man pick up a length of the pillowcase.

“What is that for,” Audrey asked.

“Well, we have to make sure you and your mummy can’t tell anyone that we are here – and Mabel has to be the same as you, doesn’t she? Watch.” They both watched as he raised the doll’s head and passed the length of material round her head, covering her mouth and tying the ends at the base of her neck. He then picked up another length, and said “Mabel has the cloth over her mouth to stop her talking – I want you to open your mouth as wide as you can, and then I’ll use one of the lengths to make it difficult for you to talk as well.”

“Mummy?”

“It’ll be all right,” Andrea said as Audrey opened her mouth, and the man pulled the cloth strip between her lips before tying it tightly rounds her head. As she watched, she realized the older man had balled one of the strips up and was holding it in his hand as he said, “open your mouth.” She allowed him to push the cloth in, and then use a second strip between her lips, the ends knotted at the base of her neck as she looked at Audrey and said “Whllthrwhhr?”

“Yhhsmhmhm – whrfhn,” Audrey said as the older man turned the radio on and said, “keep an eye on them – I’m going to see what we can have to eat.”

“Got it,” the young man said as he sat down, watching as Audrey leant her head against her mother’s arm – and then they both looked up as a voice called out “We’re here?”

“Hnhhh,” Andrea mumbled as the young man stood up and waited by the door. As it opened, her sister Jean walking in with a ten-year-old girl holding her hand. Jean had tightly permed curly brown hair, and was wearing a short sleaved red blouse, black pants and red socks with black shoes.

“What on earth…”

“MHMMM!”

Jean turned to see the young man with his hand over her daughter’s mouth, smiling as he said, “you must be the sister – what’s your kid’s name?”

“Cindy…” The ten-year-old had blonde hair and was wearing a black short sleeved dress with a pink bow on the right side of the skirt, and a pink poodle on the front on the left, as well as a pink lace trim to the pleated skirt. She had pink short socks on with white shoes and was holding her own doll.

“Cindy if I take my hand away, are you going to shout or call out?”

As she shook her head, the hand was taken away and she hugged her doll against herself. The doll had blonde hair tied into a pigtail with a pink ribbon, a pink short sleeved blouse and a black poodle skirt with the poodle on the other side of the skirt, as well as white socks and black shoes.

“And what’s your baby’s name?”

“Jemima,” Cindy said quietly. “Who are you and whys is my auntie like that?”

“Well, my friend and I are staying for a few hours,” the man said, “so I need to make sure you and your mummy – and your baby – are just like them.”

“Ah – more visitors?”

Jean saw the older man come in and whispered “I… I heard the news today…”

“Well, you know where we have come from – but behave, do what we say, nobody gets hurt. Both of you, sit down over there – my young friend here will take care of the kid and her doll, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Do as he says, Cindy,” Jean whispered as she put her arm round her daughter’s shoulders, and they both walked over to a second couch, Andrea and Audrey watching as the older man cut two lengths of the washing lien free, and then made Jean lean over and put her hands behind her back while the younger man knelt in front of Cindy.

“Can you give Jemima a hug, and then put her hands together for me?”

The young girl looked at Audrey, seeing the darker grey material at the corners of her mouth, and then nodded as she watched him slip the loop of twine over her doll’s hands and bring her wrists together. He then took the twine down and secured Jemima’s ankles together, cutting the twine free and securing the end, before he took one of the strips of the pillowcases and tied it round her head to cover her mouth.

“There – she’s all right, isn’t she?”

“She’s scared…”

“I know – but if you can be brave for her, then she’ll be fine. Let her rest on Mummy’s lap and I’ll take care of you?”

Cindy nodded as he placed Jemima on Jean’s lap, the watched the young man secure her own wrists and ankles as the older man knelt down and brought her mother’s ankles together as well. As Jean twisted her ankles from side to side, the young man then put Jemima carefully on Cindy’s lap – before he pulled the strip of cloth between her lips and gagged her as well. She didn’t notice the older man pushing a wadded-up cloth into her mother’s mouth before she was cleave gagged as well, Audrey nodding at Cindy as the girl felt the strip pressing her tongue down.

“Right kid – you go and get cleaned up, see what you can find to wear, and I’ll keep an eye on them,” the older man said as he sat down, watching the two mothers struggling in the chair, their daughters looking at their own babies and sitting as still as they could, not afraid to move, but not wanting to disturb their own girls as they lay there…



“There – are the girls all right?”

“Yhhsdhsthhr,” Audrey said as she looked at Cindy. The two men had changed into some of Audrey’s father’s clothes, and had now moved the two girls so they were sat side by side on one of the couches, while their mothers were now face down on the floor, their ankles pulled back and secured to their wrists with more of the washing line. They rolled onto their sides, Andrea looking at Audrey and Jean at Cindy, as Andrea said “Jsdhsstshhthtrrhgrls – hhrrhthebhhbhes?”

“Slhhphhn,” Cindy said, Audrey nodding as she felt how damp the cloth was in her mouth and saw how grey the white material was at the corners of the mouths of her cousin and the two adults.

“Both of you are very brave girls,” the young man said as he squatted in front of them and made sure the twine was keeping them secured. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and pants while the older man was wearing jeans and a jumper. He looked out of the window and said, “we need to get going.”

He nodded as he stood up, the two of them walking out as Jean rolled over and looked at her sister.

“Chnnufhnddklnht?”

“Nhhh – whtdhwhdh?”

“Whht….”

[MildManneredBondager]

I didn't quite know what to expect when I started reading this, but quickly figured it out...

This one was clever, and pretty realistic. I can see this happening.