What If... The St Monica's Robbery Circle (MF/F)

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It has been some time since we visited the ladies of St Monica’s Church – but for this tale, we go back to the 1950s and a very special meeting of the Ladies Circle – a meeting where a whole month of events needs to be revealed…

“Whdhdhnthafachssdhwh?”

“Hdshdntfhnkshnh,” Lady Angela Baines said as she sat and looked at her personal assistant. The Lady of the Manor was wearing a taupe short sleeved dress coat, the skirt coming to just above her knees and her pearls round her neck, and matching high heels, her blonde hair held in place with pins and hairspray. Her assistant Rachel McGruder was wearing a red jacket and skirt with a thin taupe stripe, a taupe top under the jacket, and her own taupe heels – but their current situation was a – precarious one, as the two men dressed in black wrapped the rope round their arms and waist.

Both already had their wrists secured behind their backs with white ropes and their ankles secured together in the same way, while strips of white tape had been pressed firmly down over their mouths, the safe door open and the family portrait sitting on the floor. As the ropes held their arms to their waist, they twisted round and stamped their feet on the floor.

“Don’t struggle lady,” one of the men said as she secured the ropes behind Lady Angela’s back, “or it won’t end well.”

“Pleesshldhheehhnshhelh,” Rachel mumbled as she saw the second man walk round and check her ankle binding, “Whllfhthshhtfhruhrhsbhhdnhrmhn.”

Lady Angela slowly nodded as the men picked up the bag and left the house through the patio doors that they had entered through, the two women struggling as they attempted to get free, Lady Angela hoping the gardener would walk past…

“So how long was it before someone did come to rescue you,” Doris Holding said as she passed a cup of tea to Lady Angela. The vicar’s wife was wearing a black jumper and capri pants, while the Lady of the Manor was wearing a grey coat dress.

“Well, the gardener did walk past half an hour later – he had been clearing the wood clearing and saw nothing of what happened. He freed us and went to his cottage to call the police – the brutes had pulled the telephone out of the wall at the manor house.”

Doris nodded slowly as the door was opened, and the maid came in. “MRs Walker,” she said as the wife of the chair of the Village Council came in, her greying hair arranged and wearing a peach coat dress.

“Good morning,” she said as the maid left the room, “so what is the topic of discussion for the Ladies’ Circle today?”

“The fact Lady Angela was robbed,” Doris said as she poured a cup of coffee.

“You were? So was I when Esther called round.”

The two women looked at each other, then at the new arrival as Doris said “tell us more Claire…”

“Grandma, this is Alex,” Esther said as she introduced Claire Walker to her friend. Esther was wearing a black dress with a deep neckline and short sleeves, as well as matching heels, while Claire was wearing her peach coat dress and taupe heels. The twenty-year-old was wearing a set of pearls, her long brown hair styled, while Claire had a silver and sapphire pendant round her neck.

“It is a real pleasure to meet you, Mrs Walker,” Alex said. The young man was wearing a dark grey suit with a blue shirt and dark tie. “You have a very nice house here.”

“Why thank you – Esther, would you arrange some coffee while I talk to Alex.”

As Esther left the room, Alex smiled and said “actually, I do have a small favour to ask of you, Mrs Walker.”

“And that is?”

Alex smiled as she drew a gun from his jacket pocket, aimed it at her, and said “would you please sit on the couch, and not say a word while I fetch my bag in?”



“Here we go – Alex, what are you doing?”

Esther stood in the doorway, the tray in her hands as she watched Alex pass the rope round her grandmother’s upper body, forcing her arms against her sides as she sat on one end of the couch. Her hands were behind her back, and she had a worried expression as she said “Esther, how well do you know this young man?”

“Well, we work together at the showroom – oh god, no…”

“I’m afraid so Esther,” Alex said as he tied the ropes off, picked up the gun and pointed it at the younger woman, “I needed a way into the Walker house, and you have provided it. Please – sit here and put your hands behind your back – I need to tie and gag both of you so that I can steal your grandmother’s valuables.”

“Gran….”

“Do as he says,” Claire said as Esther put the tray down and walked over sitting down as Alex reached behind the couch and drew more rope out, then secured the younger woman’s wrists together behind her back before he wrapped a longer rope round her upper body, forcing her arms against her sides. He tied the rope off, then walked round and secured the ankles of both women together, as they sat with their legs to the side.

“I can’t believe I fell for your line,” Esther said as she looked at Alex.

“Ah well -don’t feel so bad,” he said as he took a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and pushed it into her mouth, “you’re not the first, you’re not the last. Now sit still.” He drew a second handkerchief from his pocket and pushed it gently into Claire’s mouth, the two women looking at each other as he removed their necklaces, earrings and rings, and then made his way out of the room.

“We had to wait there until my husband came back from the store,” Claire said with a sigh, “unable to get each other free and too scared to push the cotton out of our mouths.”

“Well, at least you survived unscathed as well,” Angela said, Doris nodding in agreement as the maid came back in.

“Mrs Payne,” she said as she stood to the side and an auburn-haired woman came in, wearing a blue roll neck dress and skirt. Rhona Payne ran the local greengrocers with her husband and was the organist for St Monica’s.

“Ladies – may I have some tea please,” she said as she sat down, looking ha little worried.

“Is everything all right, Rhona,” Doris asked.

“Not really – we had two very – polite and unexpected visitors at the house when I got back yesterday…”


“There – I trust that is not too uncomfortable, Mrs Payne?”

“Given the circumstances, I cannot complain,” Rhona said as she looked over her shoulder, her fingers feeling the band of rope that was holding her wrists together but unable to find the knot. Shew as wearing a sleeveless dark green dress and black heels, and was sitting on a dining chair, as she looked at the man standing in front of her. He was smartly dressed, wearing a black suit with a white shirt and dark tie, but he also was wearing black gloves, and had a black mask pulled down over his head so that only his eyes and mouth were visible.

His partner was standing behind Rhona, now passing rope round her waist and elbows so that they were secured in place as well, before the ends were tied to the chair back. Asa his partner walked round, he said “Mister Jones, would you please ensure that the telephone is disconnected?”

“Of course, Mr Jones,” the second man said as he walked out of the room, while Mr Smith knelt down and started to bind Rhona’s ankles together. He took the rope around and between her legs, but as he tied the ends off, he heard the front door of the house open and close, and a young female voice say “Mother, are you in?”

“Who is it,” he whispered as he looked at Rhona.

“My daughter r- please…”

He put a gloved finger to his lips and stood up, standing by the door as Rhona saw a nineteen-year-old woman walk in. She had the same colour of hair as Rhona, with a hairband holding it back, and was wearing a pink short sleeved blouse and a tight black skirt, with brown high heels. She stopped in the doorway and said “Mother?”

“Hello – and what is you name dear lady?”

The new arrival felt the gun on her head, and said “Molly…”

“Very well, Molly, slowly, go and fetch a second chair from the dining table, and set it next to your mother, then sit on it with your hands on your head.”

“Do as he says,” Rhona said quietly, Molly nodding as she walked over and collected a second chair, then set it down and took her seat as she looked at Mr Smith, He went to a bag, and took more ropes out, before he walked behind the younger woman and took her hands behind her back.

“So, we are being robbed?”

“It would appear so,” Rhona said as she watched the masked man secure her daughter’s wrists and arms, then come round and secured her ankles together, before he took her ankles to one side and tied them to the leg of the chair. He then same over and do the same to Rhona, before he used rolled up white napkins as cleave gags on both women.

“Well now – have I walked in on something?”

Both women turned their heads to see the latest arrival in the house -she was a couple of years older than Rhona, but obviously was related, wearing a brown sleeveless dress with a lighter brown pinstripe, her heels the same lighter shade of brown.

“Hnhhh – shhrhn.”

“And who do we have here, Mister Smith?”

She turned to see the second masked man, who smiled as he said, “I presume you are the sister of Mrs Payne?”

“Yes – you can call me Sharon – and I see you have my sister and niece tightly tied and gagged.”

“We have indeed – and what do you say next?”

“Make sure I’m as tightly secured and gagged.”

Rhona and Molly looked at each other as Sharon picked up a third chair and set it on the other side of Rhona, then sat down, smiling as the two masked intruders bound her in the same way as both of them.

“Shrrhrnnhuhhlrht?”

“Oh yes, sis,” Sharon sighed as she closed her eyes, “I just haven’t been secured like this for some time.”

“Htsnnthuhrfhrstthm?”

Sharon opened her eyes and looked at Molly, as she said, “oh no – relax, both of you, and enjoy the experience.” She then opened her mouth and allowed herself to be gagged in the same way before she wriggled round, the other two watching her as the masked men started to remove the silver from the display cabinets…


“I am not sure that is entirely the right thing to do,” Angela said as Rhona sipped from her cup.

“I will not condemn her…”

“OF course not,” Doris said quietly, “but what did your husband say when he came home and found you?”

“He was more worried about the sliver than us – but he’ll pay for his mistake,” Rhona said quietly as the door opened again. “Miss Young,” she said quietly as a young blonde-haired woman walked in. Marion Young was a recent arrival in the village, the secretary to the local solicitor, and smiled as she sat down.

“We have been discussing recent – intrusions in our homes,” Esther said quietly, “where we ended up unable to raise the alarm. I don’t suppose the office have been robbed, have they?”

The cloned shook her head as she said, “I suspect if we were, I would end up tied to Mister Chapman – have you seen some of the cartoons of that scenario?”

“I do not approve of that,” Rhona said, “but I understand your fear.”

“That does not mean I have not been tied up though/. Just not as part of a robbery…”


“Hello Thomas – is Jane at home?”

Marion was wearing a dark grey jacket and skirt, a grey silk tie neck blouse under the jacket, and black high heels. Thomas was the brother of her friend Kate and was wearing a light grey shirt with a blue stiped tie, dark grey trousers and black shoes.

He looked to the side and said “well, Jane is at home – but she’s a little – tied up at the moment.”

“Let Marion in, kiddo,” Marion heard Kate call out, “I could do with the company.”

“Well, she says to come in,” Thomas said as he stood to the side and Marion walked in, waiting as he closed the door before they walked into the front room.

“Hey Marion- have a seat and join me?”

Marion raised an eyebrow as she saw her friend sitting on a brown chair, wearing a blue pinstripe dress with elbow length sleeves, and black heels. What was surprising was the fact her hands were behind her back, and there was a band of rope round her waist.

“Are you tied to the chair?”

“Oh yes,” Jane said with a smile as Marion looked round her friend, seeing the knots on the rope that held her wrists behind the chair back and the band of rope round the spars in the chair back, before she said “and Thomas did this to you?”

“Oh yes – quite the Eagle Scout is Thomas. Want him to do the same to you?”

“Jane…”

“Oh, I won’t hurt you,” Thomas said as he carried a second chair over and set it down, “have a seat and put your hands behind your back.”

“Go on – it’s fun,” Jane said as Marion slowly sat down, her purse on her lap as Thomas walked behind her and guided her arms round the chair back. The rope felt soft on her wrist, but strong as he secured them together and then tied them to the chair back, before she felt the rope holding her slim waist against the chair back and smiled at her friend.

“I guess it is – nice,” she said as Thomas knelt in front of her and crossed her ankles securing them together with the white rope. She smiled at him as he did the same to Jane, both girls watching him as he stood up and looked at them.

“Now, I should keep my captives quiet…”

“Oh don’t,” Jane said, “we need to gossip.”

“All right then,” Thomas said as he left the two girls talking-to each other as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be tied up together…


“And you – enjoyed it? I’m not sure I did…”

“You had no choice, Lady Angela,” Marions aid with a smile, “I did – I guess that’s the difference.”

“It seemed as if Sharon enjoyed her captivity more than I and my daughter - Doris, are you sure you are all right?”

The vicar’s wife nodded as the maid opened the door again and said “Miss Denver.” Lynn Devon was in her mid-thirties and was the housekeeper for the novelist Barbara Chadwyck.

“Lynn – the dragon let you out for the afternoon?”

“Well, she is – on a short holiday,” Lynn said as she accepted a cup, “after a rather stressful afternoon where we had to spend some time in close company.”

“You’re her housekeeper, - doesn’t that come with the territory?”

“Not in the sense of being tied on the bed and unable to free each other - what, you ladies as well?”

“Tell us more,” Rhona said quietly…

Rhona was sorting some clean laundry out when she heard the knock on the front door. She was smartly dressed, having been a hostess for a luncheon her employer had held that day – a dark blue sleeveless dress with a brown trim on the skirt, her pearls round her neck, and black high heels.

Brushing some lint off the front of her skirt, she walked out of the room and down the stairs, the knock on the door continuing as she came down the stairs and opened the door.

“Can I help…”

She was pushed back in by the two women, one of them holding a gun against her as the other closed the door. “Where is she,” the armed girl said. Both were wearing black short sleeved blouses, jeans, flat shoes and dark glasses.

“Where is who?”

“The Chadwyck bitch – where is she?”

Lynn just looked a her, as the second girl said, “she’s not going to say anything – so we make sure she doesn’t.” There was a ripping sound, and then a length of grey tape was pressed down over Lynn’s mouth before she was turned round, and her hands pulled behind her back. She flet the rope rubbing on her wrists as they were secured together and then forcing her bare arms against her sides as a longer rope formed two bands that framed her chest. Ashe was turned and pushed forward, she heard her employer call out “where are you, Lynn?”

“Upstairs – let’s go,” the girls said as Lynn was pushed forward and made to walk up, reaching the top of the stairs as Barabara Chadwyck came out of the master bedroom. She was wearing a peach dress with thin strips and a brocade waist as well as cuffs on the short sleeves, and gold shoes.

“Lynn, I said – what the hell…”

“Shut up and get back in there,” the armed girl said as the second one grabbed Barabar by the arm and pulled her back in, Lynn following and watching as the girl took thin white cords from her pocket and secured her employer’s wrists together behind her back, then took a bag from her partner, opening it and taking out a longer length before she started to secure her arms.

As this was happening, Lynn was pushed face down on the bed and she felt the girl crossing and securing her ankles together with rope, and then her legs below her knees, as she looked at the second girl turning Barbara round and gagging her, then forcing her to lie face down next to her housekeeper.

“Rhbbhrrhee?”

Barbara nodded as both of them had their ankles pulled back and tied to the ropes round their chest, and then the two girls ransacked the room, before they ran off and left them there.

Both women started struggling, afraid to even talk to each other…


“Not the most comfortable of experiences,” Doris said as Lynn nodded, the door opening as the maid brough fresh coffee in.

“Will there be anything else, Mrs Holding?”

“No Yvonne – I will come and discuss dinner with you later.”

“Very good Mrs Holding,” Yvonne said as she left the room, but not before they exchanged a look. As the door closed, Doris said, “so I’m calling this meeting of St Monica’s Ladies Circle to order,” and they started talking, but Doris was thinking of what had happened the previous Sunday after the morning service. Her husband had had to stay to meet some of the men from the church, as she and her maid walked back to the Manse…

“Thank you for walking back with my Yvonne,” Doris said as she unlocked the Manse door. Shew as wearing a cream-coloured jacket over a slip dress, white heels on her feet and a string of pearls round her neck. “Are the jewels a present?”

“An inheritance from my grandmother,” Yvonne said with a smile. The necklace and earrings were silver, while the maid was wearing a blue pinstripe jacket and skirt with a light blue camisole, and cream-coloured high heels. “If you will allow me time to change, I will prepare some lunch for us…. Mrs Holding?”

“Yvonne, look at the telephone.” Her maid looked at the telephone, and the wire which had fallen to the floor, the ends cleanly cut…

“Damn – they’re home early.”

Both women saw the two men that came out of her husband’s study, wearing dark clothing and woollen hats. They also had gloves on, as Yvonne said, “oh my god – burglars!”

“Shut up,” one of them said as he walked over and grabbed Yvonne by the arm, the other one saying “get them both inhere- we need to make sure they can’t raise the alarm. Where are the ropes?”

“In the bag in the office – get in here,” the first man said as he grabbed Doris and pulled them both into the front room, saying as he did so “either of you make a noise, it will be the last noise you make.”

“Mrs Holding…”

“Stay calm, Yvonne,” Doris said quietly as the second man came back with a large canvas bag, both women gasping as he dropped it and they saw the ropes at the top.

“Sit down, hands behind your back, and don’t move.”

“Do as he says,” Doris whispered as they sat next to each other on the chaise longue, watching as the men took a length of rope each and walked behind them. Doris felt the rope rubbing on her wrists as they were forced together and then looked at Yvonne as a longer rope was passed round her body, forcing her arms against her sides as her jacket was forced open, her camisole stretched over her chest. She also saw a strange look in her maid’s eyes as she said, “does it have to be so tight?”

“No – ti can be tighter,” the man binding her said as he pulled the ropes tighter and then let out a gasp as he felt her own jacket open up. She looked again at Yvonne, and said “are you all right?”

“I’m not sure Mrs Holding…”

“I think., given the circumstances, you can call me Doris Yvonne.”

Yvonne nodded as she said, “can I confess something, Doris, and you won’t tell the Vicar.”

“That depends on what it is.”

Yvonne blushed as she said “well – my brothers used to tie me up, and… Well…”

“Yvonne?”

“I liked how it felt – and being tied like this makes me feel - happy. Is that wrong, Doris?”

“Well, the bible has things to say about slavery, and coveting another’ man’s wife…”

“Isn’t that a man coveting another man’s wife, Doris?”

She looked at Yvonne as she felt the rope forcing her ankles together, before she said “Yvonne, are you saying you are attracted to me?”

“Well, you do look different that way, Doris?”

Doris blushed as she said “I should be offended, but I’m not – thank you for your honesty, Yvonne. I must admit…”

“Yes?”

She looked at Yvonne as her legs were secured together below her knees, feeling the rope on her own legs as well, before she said, “there is something – attractive about you looking that way as well.”

Doris wasn’t sure what to think of that as she looked at her maid twisting her body round, but she could not deny how the ropes holding her were making her feel – but before she could say anything, a strip of cloth sticking plaster was pressed down over her mouth, and she saw the second man doing the same thing to Yvonne.

The two women looked at each other as the two men left the room, twisting round as the ropes rubbed on their tops, and then Doris said “hffhfhn?”

“Yhsss?”

“Duhffhhflhthshwhl?”

The maid blushed and nodded as they looked at each other and then shuffled closer before they were looking into each other’s eyes, before they pressed their taped lisp together and moaned softly as they moved together….


“Doris? Are you in the – oh my god!”

Doris opened her eyes to see her husband looking at both of them then saw Yvonne had her head on her shoulder as she said “chllthephllhhssss….”