Gentle Family Persuasion (M/F)

[KP Presents]

“So, shall we begin and be about our work?”

The other man looked out and along the road, before he said, “I think we should be – are we prepared?”

“We are indeed – and so, to work…”




“Thanks,” Tricia Hopkins said as she accepted the mug of coffee from her daughter Cher. The forty-five-year-old had long brown hair and was wearing a long brown woollen coat over a black scoop necked top, her jeans tucked into a pair of high chocolate brown leather boot. Taking a drink, she smiled as she said, “so no college classes today?”

“Not until this afternoon,” Cher said as she sat on the other armchair. Her oldest daughter was twenty, and was wearing a grey college sweatshirt, grey checked pyjama bottoms and black socks.

“Which is why you still have to shower and get changed?”

“Coffee first then shower,” Cher said with a smile as she took a sip from her own mug. “Where are my sisters anyway?”

“Dolly is meeting a friend for coffee,” Tricia said as she took another drink from her mug, “and as for Chrissy, she is at school. I will head into town in a little while – are you expecting a delivery?”

Both of them heard the doorbell ring, Cher shaking her head as she said, “no I’m not – want me to go and see who it is?”

“No, I’ll go,” Tricia said as she stood up, putting her mug down on the coffee table before she made her way out of the room and to the front door. Opening it, she smiled as she said “Hello, how can I help you?”

“Well, ym dear Tricia, you can start by slowly walking back into the house and making sure you keep your hands where I can see them. Do that, and we will be off to the most sensible of starts.”

“Mum who is it,” Cher said as she came out to see her mother slowly walking back, her hand sin the air as two men came in, the shorter of the two closing the door behind himself. They were identically dressed – black leather jackets over jumpers, pants, shoes, gloves, balaclava masks…

“Ah,” the taller of the two said as he looked over “I see your oldest daughter is still at home. Hello Cher – please walk back into the front room, and draw the curtains closed over the main windows.

“Why the hell should I?”

“Cher,” Tricia said quietly, “he has a gun.” Her daughter saw the pistol in the taller man’s gloved hand, and then nodded as she walked into the room, standing at the window and wondering if she should raise the alarm.

“I know what you are thinking,” the other man said as he placed a large bag on the floor,” but I assure you, it would be a regrettable move, and neither of us have any wish to cause undue stress. Please, do as my friend asked, and close the curtains.”

As she pulled the curtains together, Cher said “who the hell are you anyway?”

“Where are my manners? You may call me Mister Small, and my friend is Mister Tall. Now, would you be so kind as to hand me your mobile phone?”

Cher slowly nodded as she walked back to her seat and took her phone out of her bag as Tricia walked back in with the second masked man.

“Let me guess - he’s Mister Tall because he is taller than you?”

“Ah the wit of youth,” Mister Tall said with a smile, “most refreshing. But be assured, young Cher, neither of us have any desire to cause you or your mother undue distress. So please, have a seat, finish your drink, while we make sure neither of you will be taking any walks for the near future.”

“And how are you going to do that,” Cher said angrily, “tie us up?”

“Yes – Mister Small, would you please ensure the telephone and internet are disconnected?”

“OF course, Mister Tall,” the second man said as he left the room.

“Good – now I invite you both to put your feet up on the coffee table while you drink and cross your ankles.”

“Better do as he says,” Tricia said, Cher nodding as the two women sat on the same couch and sipped from their mugs while they placed their feet on the table. Mister Tall took two lengths of rope from the bag and knelt next to Cher, the girl watching as he put the gum where they could both see it and doubling the first length over before he passed it round her ankles and pulled tight, winding the remaining rope around and between her legs as they were secured together. He then took the second length and secured her legs together below her knees, cinching the binding by taking the rope between her legs before he tied the ends off.

“How does it feel,” Tricia said as Cher looked down, while Mister Tall went and collected more ropes before he knelt next to the older woman.

“Tight – but I can live with this for the moment,” Cher said quietly as she watched Mister Tall binding her mother’s ankles and legs, before he stood up and said, “thank you, you may lower your legs now.”

Tricia was taken by surprise as her leg binding tightened just from lowering her legs, as Cher said, “maybe I should cancel my classes this afternoon.”

“I think they will understand if you cannot go,” Tricia said as Mister Small came back in, taking some ropes from Mister Tall and then taking the mug from Cher. He placed it on the table, then walked behind her and guided her wrists behind her back before he started to bind them together. As he did so, Mister Tall took Tricia’s hands behind her back, the two women looking at each other.

“I don’t understand, I don’t have many valuables - – why visit us,” Tricia said as the longer rope went round her body and was pulled tighter under her chest, forcing her arms against her sides.

“Does it have to be so tight,” Cher said as her own arms were forced against her sides.

“It is tight, but trust me when I say,” Mister Small said as he wound the rope round the young woman’s body again, “it is better to be tight and keep in one place than loose, and possibly causing you harm later.”

Cher looked at the masked man, as she said “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Mister Tall said as he tied the ropes holding her mother off, “your safety and security are our primary concern. Now, it is time to….”

All of them looked over as the door opened and closed, and a nineteen-year-old girl came in, her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail which fell over the shoulder of her grey jumper, her dark leggings sitting on top of her Dr Marten boots. She saw the other two women, then the masked men, then dropped her bags as she stood there shaking.

“Dolly,” Tricia said quietly, “I know it looks bad, but believe me – they have not hurt me or your sister. Just do what they say, because I don’t want you to be hurt either.”

“But who are they?”

“The papers call them the Gentlemen Robbers – I recognised their names,” Cher said as she twisted her legs round, “and – well, they have been gentlemen so far at least.”

“But they tied you up…”

“And, my dear young Dolly, we are going to secure you as well, as soon as you hand your phone to my friend Mister Small here.”

Dolly looked at the taller of the two masked men, and then handed her phone over before Mister Tall took her hands behind her back and secured her wrists together. As he wound a rope round her arms and stomach, he said “now, once we have these fine young ladies comfortable, you will come on a tour of the house with me, Tricia, and all will be explained.”

“Why us?”

“Why you,” Mister tall said as Dolly felt her arms being forced against the sides, and then the tension as the ropes were tied off, before she was walked over to an armchair and helped to sit down. As Mister Small knelt down and crossed her ankles, then started to secure them together, Mister Tall helped Tricia to stand and said, “come with me please.”

“Cher, what the hell are they after? We don’t have much.”

“I don’t know,” Cher said as Mister Small stood up, “I just know somehow I feel – safe with them.”

“Time,” Mister Small said, “to ensure your silence ladies…”


As Mister Tall helped her to jump into her youngest daughter’s bedroom, Tricia said “but she’s only eighteen - her most valuable thing is her Pandora charm bracelet.”

“Oh, I believe you,” Mister Tall said as he sat her on her daughter’s chair, “and I am not here for her jewellery. Do not get me wrong, we will avail ourselves of the opportunity to see what you and her older sisters have – but the genuine prize is in this room.”

“I don’t know what you mean…”

“You have lived in this house for four years since your husband’s death, correct?”

As Tricia nodded, Mister Tall opened the wardrobe and felt round the inside. “What do you know of the previous owners?”

“Not a lot – we had to downsize quickly, and it was an auction deal. Why – don’t tell me they were bank robbers?”

“All right, I won’t.”

Tricia stared at him before he said, “no they were not bank robbers - ah.” She heard a click as the masked man smiled and reached further into the wardrobe, taking out a velvet sack which he placed on the bed.

“What the hell is that?”

“This – oh it’s the Brigstock jewels.”

Tricia looked at him, the confusion clear in her eyes as Mister Tall smiled. “The previous owner was a fine cat burglar,” he said, “but the day after his last job, he died of a heart attack with no family. The proceeds of that visit were never recovered – well, not until a few minutes ago.”

“You are kidding…”

“WHAT THE HELL!”

Trica looked at Mister Tall and then said “oh no – Chrissy. Please, don’t hurt her…”

“Now why should we do that – shall we move on to Dolly’s bedroom?”



As Tricia walked back into the main room, she sighed as she said “Chrissy, are you all right?”

“Hmmhlrhtt,” her youngest daughter said through the silver tape that covered her mouth. Her long light brown hair fell down the back of her long sleeved orange top, her bare feet peeking out from the bottoms of her jeans – but the bands of rope holding her arms, wrists; ankles and legs were clearly visible as she twisted round between her sisters. They were also gagged, looking at their mother as she jumped over and sat herself down on the armchair.

“Now, our work here is almost done,” Mister Tall said as Mister Small tore a strip of grey tape from the roll, and then pressed it down over Tricia’s mouth, “we will arrange for someone to come and rescue you in due course.”

“Whtddhdhthwhntmhm,” Cher said as she looked over.

“Uwwhshshdnhthhlfhhfmh.”

“Nhhh?”

Tricia watched as Mister Small picked up the bag, the two men stopping as Mister Tall said “The Gentlemen Robbers bid you ladies adieu, may we never meet again.”

The two men left the room, Tricia looking over as she said “hnnhhwhntthphllhhsph?”

[GreyLord]

Well done,@KP Presents. Everyone is staying cool, so far. I do hope there will be a continuation.

[Ovi1]

I like the story, but it feels familiar somehow. Have we read about the Gentlemen robbers before?

[JulieG]

I know the gentleman robbers of old, a recurring pair like the games player/s


But when i last looked at kppresents.com all pages were unavailable.

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I know the gentleman robbers of old, a recurring pair like the games player/s


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