The Games Players - Vacation 2025, completed (MF/MFmf)

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Monday

It was the end of July, and we had deposited Tammy with her grandparents for the week so Steve and I could spend a week just driving round and doing whatever we wanted – and for us, that meant it was going to be a slightly unplanned Busman’s holiday. We did have one or two visits planned – and as we drove through the Nottingham countryside, we approached the cottage where we had our first visit planned. A warmup for the week ahead if you like.

We have in the past, from time to time, fulfilled wishes of young boys and girls who wanted a life experience before – well, let’s not dwell on the reasons why. Suffice to say we wanted to do this for her benefit – her being twelve-year-old Olivia Duncannon.

We pulled up on the suburban street on the outskirts of town and got out – both of us were casually dressed, but as we walked up to the front door we looked along the street, before we put on our gloves and pulled down the stockings over our heads.

I looked at Steve as he knocked on the front door, wating as it was opened by a woman in her late thirties, wearing a brown roll neck sweater, black leggings and black slippers, her long brown hair swept to one side. She looked at both of us as I said “hello- why don’t we go back inside, and we can explain what is going to happen.”

“Oh my god,” she whispered as we walked in, and I closed the door. “Now,” I said quietly, “this is a robbery – but we know you have your girls, so we’re going to make this a game, all right?”

“I know,” she whispered, “but this is a game, right?”

Steve and I nodded at each other, before he said “turn round and put your hands behind your back. Once we have you secured, we’re going to go and explain what is happening. Understand, Mrs Duncannon?”

She nodded as I soto ropes from my bag and secured her wrists together behind her back as well as her arms to her sides, and then we walked into the front room. Olivia looked at us, and smiled before she said, “oh my gods – are we being robbed Mum?”

“In away – this is a surprise game – and we’re all going to play along – aren’t we Sarah?”

Olivia was wearing a white top with an elasticated waist, and flowing sleeves from her elbows, as well as a red skirt, black tights and black shoes. I presumed Sarah was her sister, an eight-year-old girl who was wearing a long pink wool dress, black leggings with grey socks and black trainers.

“So, this is Olivia and Sarah,” I said as I smiled under the stocking. “We’re going to be playing a game of robbers with you, so remain calm, and we’ll all have fun together, all right?”

“Don’t worry, sis,” Olivia said, “we’ll take care of each other., all right. I see you’ve got Mum tied up already?”

“Well, I had to go first,” her mother said with a smile as Steve took some more ropes out of his rucksack. “That means it’s time to start with both of you,” he said as he handed me two ropes, “so stand up and face each other, and we’ll make sure you are both nice and comfortable.”

I could see the excitement in Olivia’s eyes as Steve secured her wrists together behind her back, while I dealt with Sarah. We soon had them both secured, their arms snugly held against their sides, and then sitting on each end of a couch, while we secured their ankles together and then their legs below their knees.

“Now then,” Steve said, “do we have to keep you both quiet while your mother comes and shows us her pretty things?”

“We’ll call for help,” Olivia called out as she smiled at the same time – so I rolled up two scarves and cleave gagged the girls, while Steve walked their mother out of the room. I left them trying to talk to each other as I closed the door, and she said, “I don’t know how you heard, but thank you for making her wish come true.”

“Our pleasure,” I said with a smile, “so when we leave, we’ll make sure you have a way to get free when you think it’s time. For now, may we fix you a drink.”

“A cold one please,” she said as we walked to the kitchen.



When we came back, Mrs Duncannon was cleave gagged as well so that when she sat between the girls, and Steve secured her legs, they rested their heads on her body. We had loosened the ropes on her wrists so it would be easy for her to get free – but she had the decision as to how and when, so we left them to enjoy their time together, and went back to the car, driving to our overnight stop…

Tuesday

We were visiting a museum when Janna directed my attention to a family who were walking past. The mother had long dark hair and was wearing a black jumper over a white t-shirt, a blue and black scarf wrapped loosely round her neck, and black jeans tucked into grey leather boots. There were two children with her – a boy who looked to be about thirteen years old, wearing a blue and black checked shirt over a black t-shirt,, jeans and grey trainers, and a ten year old girl who had a grey hairband holding back her long light brown hair. She was wearing a white cap sleeved top with faded jeans tucked into dark grey Ugg boots.

What had attracted Janna’s attention were the bags from designer stores they were carrying – and we had agreed this visit except for a couple of occasions we would go with our gut instinct – so we followed them out of the museum and into an exclusive looking residential area, where they walked into an end terraced house.

We each were carrying a rucksack we had stocked up with supplies earlier, so we waited until the street was clear, and then walked to the front door. We were both casually dressed, but we took a moment to put on the gloves and pull the stockings down over our heads, before I knocked on the front door.

It was opened by the young boy, who stared at us as we walked in and Janna turned him round, putting her hand over his mouth as I looked at him and put a finger to my lips. He was staring at us, not sure of what to do as I closed the door, and said “hello – where are your sister and mother?”

He moved his eyes to the side as Janan said “If I take my hand away, are you going to shout and scream, or are you going to be quiet and do what my friend tells you?”

“Hlbbhghghhd,” he mumbled as Janna took her hand away and turned him round, outing her gloved hands on his shoulders and saying “good – my friend is going to make sure you can’t use your hands, and then we’ll go and see your sister, all right?” As she talked to him, I took his hands behind his back and tied his wrists tightly together, then passed a longer rope round his arms and body so that two bands formed to keep his arms in place. As I tied the ropes off, Janna said “is it too tight?”

“No…”

“Good – what is your name?”

“Toby…”

“And your sister?”

“Gemma…”

“Well, let’s go and see Gemma,” she said as she turned him round and he walked in front of us, waiting as I opened the door to the front room before we walked in. Gemma was alone in the room, as she looked at us and said, “oh my god – what is this?”

“Well,” I said as I closed the door, “this is a surprise game your mother has booked. We’re robbers, and we have to make sure nobody can stop us stealing things – but it is just a game, I promise you. Toby here is already playing – and now it is your turn.”

“So, this isn’t a real robbery,” Toby said as he looked at Janna.

“No,” she said with a smile, “but we make it very lifelike, so you sit on the chair and my friend will finish by tying your legs, while Gemma is taken care of by me.”

“Okay,” Toby said as he sat down, and I helped Gemma to stand up, turning her and securing her wrists and arms with ropes from my own bag. She then sat on her own chair again, watching as Janna used the thin white rope to secure her ankles and how the binding sank into the soft grey fabric of her boots, and then used another length of rope to secure her legs below her knees.

As we both watched them twisting their legs round, the door to the room opened and their mother came in, carrying a tray with two glasses and a plate of biscuits.

“So who was at the door Toby,” she said as she turned round – and stood still as I took the tray and set it down, Steve saying “Thank you – and thank you for booking us to play this surprise game with your children. As you can see, they are playing Robbery already – but my friend can make sure they get a drink while you join in as well.

“Game? Wha…” She looked at both of us, and then said, “I had forgotten – Toby, Gemma, drink carefully while the bad robber takes care of me, all right?” they both nodded as Janna helped them to have a drink, while I took her hands behind her back and secured her wrists tightly together and then passed the rope round her arms and framed her chest with the binding.

“I am going to take your mother round the house,” I said as I opened the door, “but my friend is going to take care of both of you, all right?” The two children nodded as I took their mother out and closed the door before I said “Well done – so long as they believe this is a game, they are happy and won’t panic. Your job is to keep the pretence up when we come back, and after we are gone, all right?”

“You’re not going to hurt any of us?”

“Not beyond being secured and kept quiet no – so, shall we start in your bedroom?”

We took in every room of the house, and found some very nice items to take, before I said “we’re going to go back and join your children now – and you are going to be quiet when you go in.” From the rucksack, I took a roll of white tape and peeled a length from the end, before I said, “put your lips together.” As she did so, I covered them with the tape and then walked her back to the front room. As we walked in, we saw Toby and Gemma lying on their stomachs on the floor, their ankles bent back and secured to their chest ropes, and white tape over their mouths as well. Their heads were resting on cushions, and Janna had laid out another one out for their mother to put her head on a sshe lay on her stomach, the three of them trying to talk as I secured her ankles and legs and then hogtied her as well.

“Now,” I said, “stay still for an hour, then try and get free – the winner comes to the kitchen.” All three nodded as we left the room, closed the door, and left the house…

Wednesday

How did it happen? Well, I was just working at home on an article while my girls were watching television downstairs. I have two daughters – Lavinia is ten, and Celeste six. We all like to dress in a similar way – which made the way we were left actually, looking back, quite a picture…

Anyway, as I said I was working in my office. I write books and design clothes, and today I had my black hair swept back in and was wearing a dusky pink wool dress with a cowl neck that came to just above my knees. I was also wearing a pair of over the knee black fabric boots.

As I said, I was working, but I knew it was coming up to lunchtime, so when the door opened, I said, “don’t worry Lavinia, I am coming to prepare some lunch now” and turned round.

It wasn’t Lavinia I saw – not unless Lavinia had turned into a man wearing a black jumper and pants, black leather gloves - and a stocking pulled down over his face as a mask.

“Hello,” he said quietly as I stared at him, “I need you to listen very carefully. We are here to rob you, but to do so, we have to make sure you and your daughters do not stop us or have the opportunity to raise the alarm.”

“My… Oh no, where are they?”

“My friend is talking to them,” he said as he put a rucksack down, “and telling them this is a game you have arranged, to help with one of your projects. They think this is a game – do you understand what I am saying?”

“I think so – you’re that Games player, aren’t you?”

“We both are – so I need you to keep telling them this is a game, so they are not scared, and that way everyone has a good time. Now, where is your mobile phone – we already disconnected the internet.”

I slowly passed him my bag, which he opened and removed the phone form. As he turned it off, he said “thank you – now open your safe, then stand with your hands behind your back.”

I slowly stood up and opened my safe, then stood still as he drew a length of white rope from the bag and walked behind me. I had to bite my lower lip as I felt the rope rubbing on my wrists as he secured them together, then tried to find the knot – with no luck as he drew a longer length of rope out and doubled it over, before he passed it round my arms and body and pulled it tight under my chest. I gasped as he took it round me again above my chest, feeling my arms as they were forced against my sides and the rope stretched my dress over my chest.

When he had tied that off, he said “sit down for a moment” which I did, watching as he emptied my safe of my valuables, and then he took me to the bedroom.

“Where are my girls,” I said as I watched him search for my jewellery.

“As Is aid, my friend is taking good care of them,” he said as he emptied trays of my rings and other items into his bag and then said “we can go and join them now. Just remember – they think this is a game.”

I knew I had to keep them calm as we walked down to the front room, and we walked in. the first thing I saw was Lavinia stretched out along the smaller of our two couches, smiling as she said, “look at me Mum!” Her black hair was held back with a black satin bow, and she was wearing a light pink dress with a knee length pleated skirt, and knee high black suede boots – but I could see her hands were behind her back, and there were two bands of rope holding her arms against her sides, as well as her ankles together and her legs below her knees.

“Ah – so this is your mother? Well, Lavinia is ready, and I’m just making sure Celeste is ready to join you in the game.”

The woman who talked was also dress in black, with her pants tucked into knee length leather boots – but she also had a stocking pulled down over her head, and as she stood up I saw Celeste lying on her back, smiling as she said “I’m going to be with you Mamma.” She had a black band holding her hair back, and was wearing her own light pink dress – but she had her wrists crossed and tied together in front of herself, with rope round her waist and her arms, her ankles and her legs below her knees, the white band on the black leather of her short boots.

“Now then,” the man said, “if you will hold Olivia for a moment, we’ll make her mother nice and comfortable and then she can rest her head on Mamma’s lap.”

Are you both enjoying the game,” I said as I sat down and watched the man take more rope from his rucksack before he sat down and passed it round my ankles the white cords sinking into the fabric of my boots.

“Yes, Mum – it was a bit scary when they came in, but once they told us this was a surprise game you had planned, we knew nothing bad was going to happen to us.”

“no nothing bad is going to happen,” I said with a smile as he took the rope between my legs and tied the ends off, then did the same thing to my legs below my knees, before the masked woman lay Celeste down with her head on my lap.

“Now, we need to make sure none of you can raise the alarm,” the man said as the woman folded tow small cloths and pushed them gently into the mouths of my daughters before she covered their lips with grey tape. The man folded a cloth and pushed it into my mouth as well, the pad pushing my tongue down before he pressed the tape down over my mouth. It tugged a little on the skin round my lips, but it wasn’t too bad, and I could ee the girls were not complaining.

Even if they could…

“Now,” the woman said as she turned on a Blu-Ray player and started a film, “enjoy the game – you need to stay as you are until the film finishes, and then you can try to get free.”

They both left as I sat still, watching the girls as their eyes slowly closed while the film played, and then started to wonder just how we were going to get free and raise the alarm…

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Amazing! I hope the week continues… maybe even with a other boy

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Thursday

Janna and I were having lunch in a local café when we were witness to a – well, a very loud disagreement between a family at a nearby table and the waitress. The mother looked as if she was in her early thirties, long straggly brown hair dyed lighter at the ends with a red sleeveless top and tight blue jeans with red slippers.

She was loudly complaining about the food and service, but she was baked up the two little princesses with her. Princesses in their belligerent look, and princesses in the way they were dressed – I guessed the oldest was ten and had her blonde hair in a bun with a pink ribbon round it – the same shade of pink as the princess dress she was wearing. It had elbow length sleeves which flared out, a lace underskirt, and she had gold slippers on her feet.

The younger girl was about eight, and dressed as Snow Whitem, complete with the yellow skirt and puffed sleeves on the dress, and a red bow in her hair, with red slippers. All three had earrings, bracelets, and attitude which they were certainly demonstrating.

I looked at Janna, Janna looked at me, and as they left, we stood, left some money on the table, and followed them along the road. They deserved a little lesson in our mind…



We watched as they went into a block of flats, and then walk along to a door on the second floor, the mother letting them in. It was obvious there was no way we could quietly slip in, this would have to be a little bit more – direct – so we walked up and I knocked on the front door, then I stood to one side and Steve to the other, pulling balaclavas down over our heads - this was not going to be a Games Player situation. This sometimes happened, and neither of us really liked it, but this family at that time deserved it…

It was the younger girl who opened the door and looked out, turning her head from side to side – then staring at Janna as I hand gagged her and lifted her up, her legs kicking as I carried her back into the house and she followed.

“What’s all the racket about,” I heard the mother say and then she came out of the kitchen, looking at me holding her daughter as she put her hands to her mouth and – well she would have screamed if Janna had not put the starting pistol we used to her head and told her not to make a sound, then told her daughter to stop struggling or she was going to hurt herself.

“Well, the string of expletives that came out of her mother’s mouth – and then Janna just said “Feel better? Good – because we are taking your two princesses hostage and you are going to have to pay the ransom. Where is the other young lady?”

“MUM! What’s all the ohbloodyhellwhatsgonigon?”

“Well,” I said as I looked at her, “we hear there are two spoiled little princesses here that need to have a forced time out – looks like we were right – so don’t scream, and walk back in, both of you, with your hands in the air.”

They both walked in as I carried the other daughter in, and said “close the curtains, then kneel down and put your hands behind your back.” As their mother did so, Janna forced the other girl to kneel down, and I made her sister kneel next to her, before her mother came over and knelt next to them.

“Don’t move unless we tell you to,” Janna said as she covered them, and I opened my bag up, taking out a roll of white tape and making sure all three of them had their wrist and hands taped tightly together behind their backs, then wound a band of tape round their waist to make sure they really could not move their arms.

As Janne then made the girls stand up, I told their mother to lie face down on the couch, and she watched as Janna covered their mouths with strips of the white tape, telling them not to panic or struggle before she walked them out of the room, taking the tape from me first. As they walked out, I knelt next to their mother and said, “I think some time out will help all three of you to consider when you need to be grateful.” I then removed her earrings and necklace, before I taped her ankles together and her legs above and below her knees, then rolled her over and taped over her mouth as well.

“Uhfffbhsthredds,” she mumbled as the tape crinkled over her lips.

“No – but you keep thinking that, you keep struggling, and you may start to cough – and that tape means you cannot cough anything up. A nasty way to leave this earth…”

The implication hit her like a cannonball as I stood up and walked to a bedroom. Janna had the two girls lying on a bed, looking at each other with their ankles and legs taped as well, while she had taken their jewellery as well.

“They stay there until the ransom is paid,” I said, Janna nodding as we walked out of the flat and left them to learn their lesson…


Friday

There was a second visit we had planned this week, and this was a rather unusual one. The person we were going to see was a successful authoress called Marjorie White – Steve was a great fan of her work, and when we researched her we found out she was bringing up her three grandchildren – twelve year old Diane, eleven year old Anne and ten year old Simon. Their parents had died in a crash, and she had brought them up since then.

The family lived in a farmhouse in the Northumberland countryside, so we drove up and parked outside, watching from the side of the house as a bus drew up and the three children got out, walking up the pathway to the front door. They walked in, while Steve and I pulled the stockings down over our heads and then tucked them under the neck of the roll neck sweaters we were both wearing. We adjusted the gloves we had on our hands and made our way to the rear of the house letting ourselves into the kitchen. I could see the sandwiches and finger food laid out on trays, but the filling was things like Spam and potted meat – very old fashioned.

There was also a large jug of orange squash – and then into the kitchen came Marjorie White. She had brown hair styled in a bob, and was wearing large glasses with tinted lenses, while she was wearing a Laura Ashley long sleeved dress with a pink and white fern design, dark tights and black high heeled sandals – and a shocked expression as she said “oh my god…”

“Now, Marjorie,” Steve said quietly, “please do not scream or shout – we don’t want to upset your grandchildren, do you? After all, you need them to stay calm and happy.”

“I like your dress,” I said as I looked at her, “is it an original?”

“Sorry – yes, from the early seventies – are you robbing me?”

“We are,” I said quietly, “and we need you to…”

“Convince my children this is a game I’ve organized.” I was surprised to see her smile as she said “well, that might be easier than you think. You see, we like to play a type of dress up after school – and today we’re dressing as if it is the seventies, when I was their age. I have some old programs for them to watch – so I think telling them this is one of those stories where the family are held hostage by armed robbers might be something they can play along with.”

“So, you will do that,” Steve said.

“Yes – but if we are going to be tied up, let them have their tea before you make sure they cannot use their hands please.”

I looked at Steve and nodded as he said, “all right – if we help you carry these through, then we secure your legs first, understood?”

“Acceptable,” Marjorie said as I took one tray, Steve another and she took the jug of squash and some glasses and we took them into the front room, laying them down on the low table as I looked at the DVD box.

“The Goodies?”

“A favourite of mine,” Marjorie said as she sat in an armchair, and said “you may as well get me ready before the first of them comes down – they have to finish their homework before they change anyway.”

Stev knelt in front of her and took a length of rope from his bag, doubling it over and using it to secure her ankles together, before he folded back the hem of her skirt and di the same thing to her legs below her knees.

As he folded back the skirt of her dress, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, so I stood to the side of the door as Stave stood behind Marjorie, watching as Diane came in. She was wearing her brown hair in a bob, while her dress had a white lace top with a red ribbon tied round her waist and a red bow at her neck, and a red gypsy style skirt with a white band near the bottom. She was also wearing a pair of seventies style knee length black boots with a short square heel – and a surprised look as she said “Gran, what’s going on?”

“Well, we’re still having our tea and watching the show,” Marjorie said, “but as an additional treat, I’ve arranged it so that we are a family being held hostage by two armed robbers. Come and look at the way they have tied my legs.”

As Diane came over and looked, Marjorie said “they are going to do the same to you and the others, while we have our tea and watch a program – but eventually, we’ll also have our wrists and arms tied up, and something to stop us talking for a while.”

“Just like that show you let us watch – Freewheelers?”

“Just like that – so sit on the couch, and let the masked leader secure your ankles and legs as well, then when the others come down, we can all eat, drink and have fun, all right?”

“All right Gran – but when Simon…”

“When Simon comes down, he will be just like you, me and Anne, all right?” I let Diane sit down and took some ropes out of my bag, before I knelt down and wound one length tightly round the young girl’s ankles, making the leather squeak as it went round and between before I tied the ends off. I then folded back the skirt of her dress and secured her legs together on top of the boots, before I said, “Would you like a sandwich and a glass of squash?”

“Please,” Diane said as I gave her a plate with some food and a drink – then looked at Anne as she came in. She was wearing her blonde hair long and was wearing a Laura Ashley dress as well. Hers had a brown pattern at the top, with long sleeves and a bow at her throat, while the skirt was a pleated one with stripes halfway down and a spotted lower half of the pleats. She was also wearing boots -in her case tight chocolate brown ones, as she said “Wow – is this a game Gran?”

“It is Anne dear – sit next to Diane, and let the masked lady secure your legs as well while I explain what is going to happen.” She kept talking as Anne sat down and pushed herself back, watching as I secured her ankles and legs as well and then gave her some sandwiches and a glass of squash.

That was the moment when Simon walked in and said “Are… Are we being robbed.”

“Looks like it Simone – you’d better join your sisters,” Marjorie said as Steve and I looked at the youngest grandchild. He was wearing a long-sleeved white blouse and a short pleated dark brown skirt, with knee length chocolate brown boots, and a brown wig on his head.

“So, you are Simone,” I eventually said as Steve walked over. “Well, we are playing a game where my friend an di are holding the Seventies family hostage – so sit there, he will bind your legs and give you some food, while I give your grandmother some and then start The Goodies.”

Marjorie nodded as Simon – sorry, Simone pushed himse… herself back on the couch and watched Steve pull the rope round her ankles, while I put some food on a plate and handed it to Marjorie, raising an eyebrow as I did so.

“Her choice,” she said quietly, “and I love all my grandchildren equally.”

I nodded as I said “I understand – well, we need to keep these three girls, and their grandmother distracted while they eat, and we look for valuables. Let me turn the television on.” I turned on the screen and started the DVD, the three of them twisting their legs round and making the leather squeak as they ate, drank and watched Kitten Kong…


Eventually, I said “so who are we going to secure first?” The three children looked at each other before Marjorie said, “Take care of me first.” I took her plate and glass and then helped her to lean forward as she put her hands behind her back, while Steve doubled over another rope and started to bind her wrists together. The girls watched as Steve then wound the longest rope round her upper body, as I took some rope and walked over to stand behind Simone.

“Youngest first – lean forward and put your hands behind your back” I said, Siane and Anne watching as I crossed and bound her wrists tightly together, then used the second rope I had to hold her arms against her sides, forming two bands so she looked like her grandmother.

“It’s like being hugged,” Simone said, “not scary at all.” Diane and Anne looked at each other as I went behind Anne, and Steve behind Diane, and a few minutes later they both had their wrists and arms secured as tightly as Simone and Marjorie.

As all three wriggled round, I said “now, in a minute we need to make sure none of you can raise the alarm – you can still watch the program, but try to remain nice and still, all right?” They all nodded as Steve took from the bag a roll of grey tape, tore a long wide strip off, and pressed it firmly down over Marjorie’s mouth, before he did the same to the three girls. I started the next DVD as Marjorie said “whllbhfhfnghllssshmhnwhlfhndhss.”

“Hfchcrwshllghrhnthasahgm,” Simone said as the other two nodded, me watching them while Steve raided the house, and then I skipped quietly out with him…

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Also really cool. Hopefully the boy‘s appearances continue haha. And who knows, maybe there’s even going to be another hogtie

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Saturday

Dad had taken me, my twin brother Steve and my younger brother David to see Superman, and we had really enjoyed the film. Steve and I are eleven, both of us with short hair and glasses, and we were wearing grey jackets over blue shirts grey pants and trainers, while David was wearing a grey shirt and pants with his shoes. He’s six, and Dad was wearing a grey jumper, pants and shoes.

When we drove into the garage, as always, we waited for Dad to turn the engine off, before we all got out as the door closed behind us. We went in through the kitchen, and it was quiet – very quiet, given we had left Mum and our older sister Janice at home. So we made our way through and entered the main room…

Mum and Janice were sitting next to each other on the couch, their eyes wide open as they tried to talk – but the white tape that covered their mouths meant all we heard was a low mumble. Janice is fourteen, and was wearing a peach jacket over a peach and brown top, the legs of her jeans tucked into her white socks and brown boots, while Mum was wearing a peach cardigan over a floral blouse, jeans and her high tan leather boots - but I could see the rope round their ankles, their legs below their knees, their arms and chest as they twisted round.

“Well now – I see the rest of the family have come home to play the game with you.”

“Who are you,” Dad said as we all turned to see a man and woman there, both wearing blue denim jackets and jeans, but with what looked like one of Mum’s pairs of tights pulled down over their heads. They also were wearing gloves, and I could see what looked like a water pistol in the man’s hand.

“Game? What sort of game?”

The woman smiled at Dad as she said “well, the game of robbers – we thought it was only going to be your wife and daughter playing, but now you’re back, you can all play as well.”

We all turned and looked at Dad, who was staring at the couple before he looked at Mum and watched as she slowly nodded, Janice closing her eyes as her head fell back.

“Well,” Dad finally said, “I guess the bad robbers have found us as well. What are you going to do to us?”

“Well, we have to tie you all up, make sure you cannot raise the alarm…”

“I don’t want to be tied up,” David said quietly as he looked at Dad.

“I know,” Dad said quietly, “would it be less scary if I did it to you, while they take care of your brothers and then me?”

David slowly nodded as Dad looked at the man and said “give me some ropes – I’ll do the same to him as you do to the boys. Boys, do what they tell you, and we’ll all play, all right?”

We both nodded as the masked woman said, “put your hands behind your back” and the man gave Dad a length of white rope. We watched as he doubled it over as the masked man said and then used it to make sure David’s wrists stayed behind his back – as both of us felt the rope forcing our own wrists together as well.

It was a strange feeling, as we saw how the ropes holding Mum and Janice’s arms to their sides framed their chests – and then it felt even stranger as two bands of rope went round our bodies and did the same to us. We could see Dad talking to David as he did it to him, telling him it would be just like we were being hugged, and then Steve and I looked at each other – and I could see he was thinking the same thing as me.

This was – exciting!

Anyway, the lady then told us to lie on our stomachs on the floor, while Dad helped David to lie on the couch, and I felt the rope going round my ankles to hold them firmly together as well. I looked over as the woman started to bind his ankles as well, then to the couch as Dad tied rope round David’s ankles, and then his legs below his knees – something that happened to both of us as well a few minutes later.

Steve and I wriggled round for a few minutes while Dad kissed David on the head then allowed the masked man to use even more rope to secure his wrists behind his back, and his arms to his sides, before he sat down on the couch. At the same time, the masked woman knelt beside Steve and pulled his ankles back before tying them to the ropes round his arms. She then peeled a length of white tape from a roll and pressed it down over his mouth, before he looked at me and smiled.

The man was tying rope round Dad’s legs below his knees, as I felt her pull my own legs back and then the tug of the tape on the skin round my mouth. I rolled onto my side and watched as Dad was silenced as well, before David was moved so that his head was on his lap – and then they left after telling us we had to wait half an hour and then try to get free.

I looked at Steve as we wriggled round, while Dad watched David slowly close his eyes – and ten we heard Janice say, “oh thank god – they were real robbers!” I rolled over to see she had managed to peel the tape form her mouth onto Mum’s shoulder, and she was nodding as well as Dad said “wshlldhhnnnhchllfrhhllp….”


Sunday

We had been invited as we were in the aera to have Sunday lunch with my sister Jennifer and her family. I don’t think I’ve mentioned Jennifer before – she and her husband live and work from a large house in the North of England, and they have five children – Keith is twelve, Emma eleven, Suzanne nine, Ellie eight and Jack is seven.

There is one other thing about Jennifer and her husband Sam – they played tie=up games as kids, and I knew for a fact they played them with their children as well, so as we sat round the dinner table, I saw Jennifer and Sam look at each other - and then Sam asked if we could help them by making sure the whole family had a tie=up game that afternoon.

Now, Jennifer does not know what Janna and I do, but we agreed and asked them what they wanted to do – Keith and Jack said they wanted to play their PlayStation in Keith’s room, while the girls said they wanted to watch a film – and Jennfier and Sam said they wanted a time out in their bedroom.

We looked at each other, before I said if they had enough supplies, we might be able to help – something that made all five of the kids smile. So we finished our meal, and said the girls should go to the toilet and then come into the front room. Emma was the first back in, wearing a blue denim blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, black leggings and brown Ugg boots. I watched Janna as she doubled a length of rope from a box over, and then secured her wrists together behind her back, before Suzanne came in.

The middle daughter had lighter brown hair, with a ribbon tied in it, and was wearing a denim skirt with white tights and dark brown boots. Janna made sure her wrists were tied behind her back as well as we were joined by Ellie, whose light brown hair was in held back by a pink bow clasp, wearing a dark blue tunic with light blue birds, jeans and her own pink Ugg boots.

Soon all three girls had their wrists tied behind their backs, as they sat on the floor while Janna used more rope to secure their ankles together, the tight bands sinking into the soft fabric of the Ugg boots and squeaking on Suzanne’s ankles, and then she secured their legs together below their knees as well. Finally, she used lengths of rope to secure their arms to each other at the elbows, before she asked how they wanted to be kept quiet.

As one, they said “CLEAVE GAGS!” so she rolled up a white scarf and pulled it between each of their lips, securing the ends at the base of their necks, before we put on a film for them to watch and walked out of the room with Jennifer, Sam and the boys.

They were next – Keith was wearing a blue and white checked shirt, khaki pants and black trainers, while Jack was wearing a yellow checked shirt with jeans and brown shoes. We went into their bedroom, and they sat on the side of the bed, watching as I took some ropes and crossed their ankles before binding them together, and then securing their legs together below their knees, while Sam started up the PlayStation. I then bound their wrists together in front of them, so that they were secured but also, they could hold the controllers and then wrapped ropes round their upper arms and body to hold them in place.

They thanked me for doing this before I used duct tape to keep both of them quiet, and they started to play the game while Janna and I walked with Jennifer and Sam to their bedroom. Jennifer was wearing a black cardigan over a yellow patterned top, her jeans tucked into knee length burgundy boots, while Sam was wearing a blue shirt over a white t-shirt, jeans and brown shoes.

I asked Jannifer how they wanted to be tied – and she smiled as she said she wanted us to make sure they were together and could not move or call for help. I asked how tightly, and her exact words were “as if a burglar had secured us.”

So Janna went behind Jennifer, and I went behind Sam, taking their wrists behind their backs and binding them with the rope, before we passed longer ropes round both of them and secured their arms to their sides – and then taking the rope under one arm, up and around the back of their necks, and then under the other arm, before tying it off.

“Snug,” was Sams only comment as we helped them to sit on the bed, the two of them watching as we secured their ankles and then their legs below their knees. As I took the rope between Sam’s legs, I asked how long they wanted to be left for.

“Wait until the girls have finished their film, then you can untie us last,” he said as Janna pressed a length of white tape down over my sister’s mouth and then helped her to lie on her side before she hogtied her. Sam was on his side, looking at her over his own taped lips a few minutes later, as the two of them pushed themselves closer, and started to kiss as I closed the door, Janna and I trying not to laugh as went to get some coffee…

[TuggyBoundMale]

Amazing. I love it.

I really love your writing style and pretty much all of your stories. Once again great job KP

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Week 2
Monday

Our plan had been to drive back after Sunday dinner with Steve’s sister and her family – and they enjoyed our visit – but before we left, we got a call from my parents to say Tammy could stay another week if we wanted some more time away – and the freedom to do whatever we want had been a refreshing change, so instead of heading home we booked into a hotel in Shrewsbury, and spent a pleasant night there.

It was when we were having breakfast in a café that I saw this woman with a twelve-year-old girl. The woman had long dark brown hair and was wearing a long grey sweater with jeans tucked into knee length brown leather boots. The girl had light curly hair, and was wearing a grey jersey dress, purple leggings and a pair of mid-calf teal coloured biker boots.

They were laughing and talking about what they were going to do with their father at the golf club for the day – and I wondered what would happen if they had an unexpected visitor.

“Hey.”

I turned my head to look at Steve, who smiled and said he would not mind if I wanted to do something myself today, while he checked something out for later in the week. So as they got up and left, I left with them, ducking into a hardware store while they did some food shopping, and then following them to a housing estate on the outskirts of the town.

I watched as they walked into their house, then looked to see if anyone else was coming, before I slipped up to the front door and let myself in. I was casually dressed, but I had time to slip the stocking down over my head with my gloved hands before the woman came out, saw me – and was about to scream when I looked at her and said “don’t – you don’t want your daughter to be upset, do you?”

She closed her mouth, and shook her head as I said “Good – so we’re going to play a little game with you and your daughter, and you’re going to make sure she enjoys it – right?”

“What sort of game…”

“Oh, Cops and Robbers – without the cops,” I said with a smile, “where is she?”

“She went to the front room – please, don’t hurt us?”

“I won’t hurt wither of you – nut I do need to make sure neither of you can raise the alarm,” I said as I slipped my shoulder bag off, and pulled from it the roll of duct tape I had bought earlier. “So, turn round, put your hands behind your back, and tell me your daughter’s name.”

“Lucy – it’s Lucy,” she said as she turned round, looking over her shoulder as I wound the tape tightly round her wrists to hold them together,, and then wound it round her stomach and arms, and round her upper arms, so that the two bands held her arms where she could not move them.

“Now,” I said quietly, “let’s go and make sure Lucy is snug and safe with you.” As the woman nodded, she walked to a door, waiting until I opened it and she walked in, followed by me as the young girl said “Mum? What’s going on?”

“Well,” she said as I closed the door, “what does it look like?”

“It looks like we are being robbed, and the robber has made sure you can’t raise the alarm,” she said quietly.

“Well, that is what is happening,” she said as she looked at me, “so I don’t want you to be scared when I say the lady is going to make sure we are both going to have to stay in one place, and we won’t be able to talk. Don’t be scared – I really do think if you do as she says, we’ll be fine?”

Lucy looked at me and said, “what do you want me to do, robber lady?”

“Well, just sit where you are while I make sure your mother stays in this seat,” I said as I indicated she should sit at one end of the couch, and I bent down smiling at Lucy as I taped her mother’s ankles together, and then her legs above and below her knees.

Lucy watched as her mother twisted her legs round and kept talking to her while I made sure her wrists were held together behind her back, and bands of tape held her arms against her sides. I then helped her to sit next to her mother, and she watched me as I taped her ankles and legs in the same way.

I then pressed the tape down over their mouths before I helped Lucy to lie with her head on her mother’s lap, thew two of them trying to talk to each other as I left them to search the house, and then make my exit – hoping Steve would not mind if I had a day to myself tomorrow as well…



Tuesday

When Janna and I had breakfast the next morning, she said she wanted to do a couple of things herself that day, so we made out way to a little place called Burton on the Water, and she went towards some craft shops while I went for a walk along the river.

As I passed a camp site, I saw a family sitting outside a camper van, having a meal and talking to each other. The father was wearing a white shirt and jeans, while the mother was wearing a red cowl necked sweater with her jeans over burgundy leather boots.

There were three girls sat at the table was well – the oldest looked to be about thirteen, wearing a blue denim jacket over a red dress, white tights and ankle boots the same colour as her mother’s. The middle girl was maybe a year younger, wearing a black and white striped jumper over a blue top, a darker blue denim skirt, white tights and brown ankle boots.

The third girl looked to be about wight years old and was wearing a long-sleeved denim blouse with a pleated lace skirt, her own white tights and mid-calf brown leather boots. She had a ribbon tied in her blonde hair, the other two letting their hair hang loose.

They had a very nice caravan, and it was obvious they had some resources of their own but I wasn’t going to do anything about it – until their mother said it was time for their afternoon quiet time, and the girls walked into the caravan with her. She came out half an hour later and went for a walk with her husband – so I figured I had an opportunity to see if the girls would play a game of Robbers with me.

I walked up to the caravan and let myself in – but the girls were not in a position to say anything when I went in with the stocking down over my head. They were lying on the couch that went round the windows at the rear of the caravan – each of them with their hands behind their backs, their ankles tied together, and a rolled-up scarf pulled between their lips to keep them quiet.

“Well now,” I said as I came in, “I see I don’t have to do too much to keep the three princesses from stopping me robbing their castle.”

“Hmmghhddd,” the oldest girl said as she looked at me, “hrrhlrhnbbhrrr?”

“Well, not really – I was asked by your parents to come and play a game of Robbery with you, but she didn’t mention you would be half prepared already.”

“Hlfffphrohrhd?”

I looked at the other two girls and nodded as I said “Well, yes – I have to make sure none of you can get off the couch, so do me a favour and roll over onto your stomach for a moment.”

The three girls looked at each other and then rolled over as I slipped my rucksack off and too three lengths of thin cord from inside. I used one on each of them as I pulled their ankles back and secured them to their wrists, then made sur ethe gags were tightened before they rolled back over onto their sides.

“There - now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to make sure your parents contribute to my retirement fund.”

The three girls nodded as I went to the front of the caravan and had a look round, wondering what their mother was going to say when she got back – a question that was answered a few minutes later when I heard their mother say “what the…. Who did this to you?”

“Thmshshkdmhn.”

“What masked mahhhhnwhshthr” she said as I hand gagged her from behind, the girls grinning over their cleave gags as I said “Well now, looks as if your mother has come home – just in time to be like all of you. Is your husband coming home soon?”

“Hsghnnsshphhhnhn…”

“Good – are you going to scram if I take my hand away?”

“Hthssphrthftheghmhm,” the youngest girl said as I felt her nod, and then took my hand away as I said, “lie face down on the floor, and put your hands behind your back.”

I waited as she did so, the girls watching as I crossed and secured her wrists together behind her back and then crossed and bound her ankles tightly together as well, before pulling them back and tying them to her wrists. I then rolled up a tea towel, and gagged her with that, as the girls tried to talk to her.

“Whllwhrrhlchphtfhnh,” she said as she looked up, the three girls nodding as I left them to enjoy their afternoon time out together…

Wednesday

I have four daughters – January is six, April seven, May ten and June 13 – and I love them very much. And after we had those visitors, I was so proud of them…

It was a Wednesday, and unseasonably cold, so I said we would all go for a country walk in half an hour. If they could be ready. As they went off, I pulled my brown boots up over the legs of the jeans I was wearing, and went into the hallway, zipping up the white fleeced I was wearing and wrapping the long thin blue scarf round my neck – and that was when a very different afternoon started, as I saw the two strangers behind me.

They were wearing black fleeces over roll necked sweaters, pants and shoe s- and gloves, and stockings pulled down over their heads as the woman smiled and said they wanted to have a word with me.

I nodded and suggested we went into the front room, which we did – and as the man closed the door, the woman said what I had already figured out. That they were going to rob me, and that they had to make sure I could not raise the alarm.

I told them I had four daughters who were expecting to go for a walk – the man smiled, and said they were going to play a game instead, and I suddenly realized who they were.

There was a very long couch in our front room, that we all liked to sit on while watching something on the television, so when the woman said I had to tell my daughters this was a game they were all going to play, I knew what it was we were going to do. I promised to tell them where to look, in return for the five of us staying together and being the same, and when they both nodded, I said to tie me in a particular way…

June was the first to come in, a ling grey scarf wrapped round the neck of her black sweater, her black leggings tucked into a pair of knee length burgundy leather boot s- and a shocked expression as she saw me sat at one end of the couch, bands of roe holding my arms against my sides, ropes around my ankles and my legs below my knees, and my bound wrists tied down to my legs as well.

I looked at her and told her we were enow going to playa game of hostages instead of going for a walk – I had booked this and forgotten it was going to be today. She looked at me, raised an eyebrow as she looked at the two intruders – and then said that would work for the other girls, but she knew what was going on, and would play along.

The masked woman nodded and said she was glad Juen was going to do this, as she wrapped a long rope round her upper body and arms and formed two bands that held them against her sides.

She then sat next to me and watched as the girl – she was young – tied her wrist together while the man knelt down and used more rope to secure her ankles together, the rope squeaking on the leather, and then her legs below her knees before she secured June’s wrist to that band of rope. As she did this, the door opened, and May came in.

“What’s going on,” she said as she stood there, a red and green scarf tied round her neck and hanging down her white jumper, her jeans tucked into lighter brown mid-calf leather boots.

“We’re being held as hostages for a game,” June said with a smile, “come over and see what they have done to Mum and me, and then you can play along as well.”

“Really?”

I could only watch the grin on her face as a few minutes later she was tied as tightly as me and June, trying to move her legs and laughing at the squeaking all the of us were making. That was when both April and January came into the room and looked at all three of us.

Like May, they were wearing white jumpers, and jeans tucked not leather boots – their boots were a darker brown, and while April had a white scarf round her neck, January was wearing a black one.

And then minutes later, we were all sitting in a row on the couch, April and January’s legs hanging down as they swung their legs up and down, the bands of white rope round their ankles clearly visible as we talked to each other, while the woman turned the television on and said we could watch something while I watched her partner slip out – and that was when January said ”if we are really hostages, are you going to make stay quiet?”

I looked at her, wondering what she was going to say - and the masked woman smiled, nodded and said inf act, we already had the things she was going to use to keep them quiet, and she would show her by doing it to me.

She walked behind me, took the scarf which was round my neck, and told me to open my mouth. As I did, she pulled the scarf in between my lips, then wrapped it round my head twice as I closed my lips over it and secured the ends at the base of my neck.

I looked at the girls and nodded as she gagged June, her lips resting on the thick scarf that filled her mouth, before she worked her way down the line, gagging each of us with the scarf they were wearing, before her partner came back in and suggested we watch Tangled.

Which we did as I looked at my daughters, the scarf pulling back the corners of their mouth as they hummed along, while the two intruders left….

[TuggyBoundMale]

Loved it!

Lots of cleave gags and again some hogties. Beautiful.

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Thursday

When they left, I looked at my mother and my sister, and I was smiling – and I could see they were smiling as well, because we were all the same…

Rebecca is my twin sister – we’re both ten – and when Mum brought us home from the cinema, she said we could change so that we were just like her as well. She has long dark brown hair, like Rebecca, and she was wearing a long sand coloured woollen dress with ribs on the material, the skirt coming down almost to the floor and covering her brown suede ankle boots.

So, we ran off to our room and put on our dresses – ours were the same colour of brown, and just as long on us, and as we checked each other I realized how much like Mum Rebecca looks, especially with her long hair - and the fact she was also wearing brown suede ankle boots.

Anyway, we called out for Mum, and she told us to come to our parent’s bedroom – but when we walked in, she looked very different, and there were two people in the room with her. They were wearing leather jackets and jeans, but they also had something pulled down over their heads, so they looked funny.

So did Mum – she was sitting on the bed, and there were two bands of white rope round her body, holding her arms against her chest and she had her hands behind her back – and as she looked at us, she looked scared for a moment, then she smiled and said she was all right – and that we were both going to be just like her in a few minutes.

I asked her why, and she said the other two with the thins over their heads were actors who were pretending to rob her, which meant we all had to be kept in one place so we could not raise the alarm. The masked woman then looked at us, and said she was going to make sure our hands and arms were just like Mum’s.

Well, it sounded fun, so she told us both to put our hands behind our backs, and she went there as well. Rebeca and I looked at each other as I felt her cross my wrists, and then the rope as she tied it round them. It was soft, but she was strong and pulled it tight, so that when she was done all I could do was wriggle my fingers.

I watched he tie Rebecca’s wrists together behind her back and then saw the rope as it went round her body and kept her arms against her sides, making two bands just like with Mum. She then did the same to me, as we looked at each other and Rebecca giggled.

By this time the man had helped Mum toile on the centre of the bed, and I saw that he had tied more rope round her ankles to hold them together, then bent her knees so that he could tie rope round her legs above and below her knees, holding the skirt of her dress against them. He lowered her legs down as the woman pulled the rope tighter round me, and he told Rebecca to come and lie by Mum.

As she lay down, Mum kissed her non the forehead, the two of them watching as the man took more rope and started to tie Rebecca’s ankles in the same way as Mum. The masked woman then helped me to lie on the other side of Mum, and she kissed me on the forehead as well before I felt the rope pulling my ankles together.

I wasn’t wearing boots – I had kept on my jeans and blue trainers – but I had to admit to feeling a little thrilled as he took the rope around and between my ankles to hold them together – and then she did the same as the man did to Rebecca, bending my legs and using more ropes to hold the skirt of my dress against my legs above and below my knees.

When she lowered them and I stretched them out, I wriggled my legs round – and so did Mum and Rebecca, because we were all the same – a family tied up and unable to move and wearing what we wanted to wear. We didn’t even mind as the woman smoothed strips of white tape down over our mouths to keep us quiet, and we snuggled into Mum as well- it was a fun game for all of us to play.

It was only when Dad found us and freed us, we discovered the truth…


Friday

When I was twelve years old, my mother, grandmother and I came home from a trip to the theatre to find armed men in the house, who tied us up and then robbed the place while we sat in the front room. Right now, the memory of that day is coming back as I look at my daughter, and tell her this is going to be a fun game to play…

Lizzie, I and Mum had been out for a walk in the woods and had come home to have some lunch. Lizzie was wearing a denim jacket over a yellow knee length dress, and brown suede ankle boots, while I was wearing a grey dress and matching ankle boots. Mum was wearing a red smock top, black pants and black flat shoes.

Anyway, we got home, and while Mum went to make some coffee for both of us Lizzie went up to her room, and I walked into the front room – to be stopped by a woman I had never met before. She was casually dressed – but she had a stocking pulled down over her head, and as she looked at me, she raised a gun in her gloved hand and told me not to panic or make any loud noises.

I was surprised – but, like I said, it wasn’t my first robbery, so I asked her exactly what she wanted me and Mum to do. She looked at me, and then at the door as Mum brought through two mugs of coffee, looked at the masked woman, and said four words.

“Oh no, not again…”

The woman smiled and asked us both to sit down on the couch and drink our coffee. Mum sat down and handed me my mug, as the woman said she was going to rob the house – but she had heard Lizzie upstairs, so to make sure she did not get upset we were going to pretend this was a fun game we were all playing. That’s when I realized who she was – and Mum said this was not the first time both of us had been tied up as a family, but that time it was frightening.

The woman nodded, and said she understood, which is why we had to make this a game. I looked at Mum, Mum looked at me, and we both agreed to what she said. She then told us to put our feet up on the coffee table and cross our ankles while she slipped off the rucksack she was wearing and drew several lengths of white cord out.

As we drank our coffee, we watched her as she bound our ankles tightly together, and then our legs below out knees, before we both lowered our legs and looked at her. That was the moment Lizzie chose to come into the room – and stared at us both and the woman as she looked at me.

So, I told Lizzie this was a surprise game, and her grandmother and I were not hurt, but we were not going to get off the couch – and the lady was going to make sure she stayed there as well. I had to admit, I wasn’t as scared as I was when I was Lizzie’s age, and neither was Mum, so Lizzie said she wanted to play as well, so the masked woman told her to put her hands behind her back, and she would make sure she could not use her arms before she did the same to us.

It was the strangest of feelings - I clearly remember crying when the masked man tied my wrists tightly together behind my back, and I was sure this woman was securing Lizzie’s wrists just as tightly, but she was s- smiling. She wasn’t scared at all, not even when the longer rope was passed around her upper body and pulled tight under her chest, then taken round her upper arms so that she was unable to do more than twist round.

The woman then took our coffee mugs and put them down on the table, before she walked behind us and guided my hands behind my back, securing them together and then forcing my arms against my sides with the longer rope. She tied the ends off, then started to do the same to Mum as Lizzie asked me where she was going to be. The woman smiled as I heard Mum grunt softly and looked at Lizzie as she said she could be anywhere she wanted to be. Lizzie smiled and said she wanted to be with her mum and Gran, so once she had tied Mum’s arms the two of us moved to the side of the couch and allowed Lizzie to sit between us, the three of us talking to each other as the woman knelt down and secured my daughter’s ankles and legs.

I remember sitting on the floor, crying as Mum lay on the floor and my grandmother along the couch – but we were laughing, we were joking – and as the woman said she would be back later, I kissed lizzie’s head knowing full well she was stealing my valuables.

When she came back, she checked the ropes, and then pressed lengths of sticking plaster down over our mouths to keep us quiet, all three of us letting her do that without complaint – even as I knew she was going to leave us to try and get free…



Saturday

We had a very special visit planned for the last day of our vacation, having spent a few days planning for both Saturday and Sunday – but as Janna had to make sure we had sufficient supplies for the Sunday, I called in on the home of an actress called Floella Grace.

She lived on the outskirts of oxford with her two daughters – thirteen-year-old Josie and eleven-year-old Lola. Her husband was abroad filming, and I knew from our research that on a Saturday evening their grandmother always visited – so there was a window of opportunity that lunchtime which I was going to make use of.

I parked a mile away from their cottage and walked along the back roads, letting myself into the back garden and then slipping along the side of the yard. I paused to put on my gloves and the mask, before opening the back door and letting myself in, closing the door and listening.

All seemed quiet, as I walked along the corridor and looked in the front room to see Josie sitting there. She was wearing a long-sleeved white top and a black leather knee length skirt, with black leggings which were tucked into mid-calf black felt boots. She had a brown felt headband over her shirt black hair and was reading a book – at least until I went up behind her and put a hand over her mouth.

“Hello,” I said quietly, “now don’t panic, I’m not going to hurt you – your mum has invited me to come and play a game with you, your sister and her to help her prepare for an upcoming role where she is a mother whose family are held hostage.”

“Hghhhmmm?”

“That’s right – but it does mean I have to stop you spoiling the surprise for your sister and your mother, so I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do, all right?”

She nodded as I said “good – that means I have to keep you quiet, so when I take my hand away. Say nothing and just open your mouth nice and wide.”

I took my hand away and took a black bandana from my rucksack, rolling to and then pulling it between her lower lips as she sat there. Securing the ends at the base of her neck, I then took her hands behind her back and secured them together with cord, before I knelt in front of her and secured her ankles in the same way, the thin rope sinking into the material of her boots as it did what it needed to do.

She looked down at then at me, and then to the door as I heard a young girl say “what the…” I stood up and turned to see Lola standing there, a white beaded headband holding her hair back, and wearing a long-sleeved orange top with capped shoulders, a pleated black leather skirt, black leggings and flat shoes with white ankle socks.

“Hllhlhhhlhhkhtmh,” Josie said as her younger sister slowly walked in, looking at her as I said “we’re playing a game your mother has organized to help her – and now it’s your turn to be nice and quiet. Put your hands behind your back please Lola…”


When Floella walked into the front room, she was greeted by the sight of her daughters sitting next to each other, their hands behind their back and white cords holding their ankles together, and a black bandana pulled between their lips and tied round their heads.

“What… Who…”

“Hello Ms Grace,” I said as I pressed the barrel of my starting pistol against her back, “thank you for using my agency to stage this game with you and your daughters. They are eager to help you with getting ready for your next part, aren’t you girls?

She saw Lola and Josie both nod as she stood there, her black dreadlocks bleached at the tips, and then said “well, thank you girls – I need to talk to this actress for a minute, all right?”

Both girls nodded as we went into the corridor, and she looked at me before she said, “you’re the Games Player, aren’t you?”

“That’s right,” I said quietly, “so make sure your daughters don’t panic by playing along with this. For now, we go in and I secure your arms, and then we take a walk round the house, all right?”

Floella looked at me and nodded as we went back in, the girls seeing her smile as she said, “he hasn’t hurt you, has he?” they both shook their heads as I took her hands behind her back and crossed her wrists before tying them tightly together. Floella was wearing a long-sleeved jumper with black, cream, light brown and pink panels, a short black leather skirt, dark tights and knee length black leather boots.

“Don’t worry, I think we will be together,” she said as I pulled the rope tight and secured the ends together out of range of her fingers, then took a longer rope and tied it round her arms and body to hold them in place.

“Dwhwhghtthhswhl,” Josie said as she looked at me.

“In a way – before I go, you two will sit back-to-back and I’ll use the long rope then. Right now, you’re fine as you are, all right?”

Both girls nodded as I pulled the ropes tight and secured them, then said “now, you can watch television for a while, while your mother comes with me, all right?”

They both nodded as I took Floella out of the room, and said “now, we start in your bedroom…”



When we came back, Floella was gagged in the same way as the two girls, watching as I helped them both to sit on the floor and used the longer rope to secure the two of them together back-to-back. I then helped Floella to lie on the couch, securing her ankles and her legs below her knees, before I said, “enjoy the rest of your afternoon,” and left them to try and get free….



Sunday

The noted industrialist David Redwood had two sons, Brian and Ian, both in their late thirties. When they were at college, they met the daughters of the violin virtuoso Ludmilla Kornikova, Alina and Ilina, and they fell in love. David married Alina, and they have two daughters, nine-year-old Sasha and seven-year-old Kira. As for Ian and Ilina, they have two sons, twelve-year-old Philip and eight-year-old Larry.

So, two families who lived close to each other – and Steve and I knew that this particular Sunday, Ian, Ilina and their boys would be visiting David, Alina and the girls in their home. A home with many treasures, and one where they were going to have a very special time after lunch…


It was about two in the afternoon when Janna and I pulled up outside the Redwood house. We were both dressed in black – rollneck sweaters, pants, and while Steve was wearing black shoes the boots I was wearing where pulled up over my knees. We were also wearing black leather gloves – and as we stepped out, we pulled the black stockings down over our heads before we both knocked on the front door.

It was David Redwood who answered the door, wearing a pale grey shirt over a black t-shirt, blue jeans and brown shoes. He said, “Can I help you?” and then walked backwards, his hands in the air as I closed the door, while Steve said, “yes you can – tell me where the rest of the family are?”

“Who are you, what do you want?” he said as he looked at us, the guns in our hands.

“All in good time, Mister Redwood,” I said with a smile, “where are the rest of your family?”

“David, who was – oh my god…”

I looked over to see Alina come out of the main room, wearing a short sleeved black velvet dress with the top zip opened, dark tights and fawn knee length boots. I smiled as I pointed my gun at her and said “let’s not panic anyone, Mrs Redwood – we are here to rob you, and we are going to make sure nobody can stop us or raise the alarm – but to do that, that means you, your family, and the others are all going to have to be bound and secured.”

“Oh god, no the others…”

“We do all we can to keep them calm,” Steve said with a smile, “but to do that, you need to play your part – you need to tell the children this is a game you are all playing, and that way you will all be the same, all right?”

David and Alina looked at each other, before they nodded and said, “what is going to happen?”

“We start with both of you,” Steve said as he slipped his rucksack off, and opened the top, “slowly, turn round and put your hands behind your back, and I will secure your wrists together…”

Steve was quick but efficient, as we walked them into the front room to a chorus of exclamations and screams. Sasha and Kira were sitting on the floor, Sasha wearing a purple dress with elbow length sleeves and black leggings, and Kira a white cardigan over her red dress and black leggings. They both were also wearing black Ugg boots and were staring at their mother.

Ian and Ilina Redwood were sitting on a couch, Ian wearing a yellow rugby shirt over a grey t-shirt, jeans and black shoes, and Ilina a grey wrap top over a yellow t-shirt, her jeans tucked into a pair of knee length black leather boots with grey socks over the top.

On another couch were their sons. Philip was wearing a red sweatshirt over a brown shirt, grey trousers and back shoes, while Larry was wearing a brown checked shirt and jeans with brown shoes. They were staring at their uncle and aunt as I said, “hello there everyone – welcome to the game of Home Invasion.”

“Home Invasion? What do you mean…”

“Ian,” David said “please – listen to what they say, and we’ll all play along.” His brother looked to the side and saw the gun I had against Alina’s back, then nodded as he said, “so if this is a game of Home Invasion, and it is David’s home that is being invaded, what are you going to do with us?”

“Now that is a good question,” I said as I looked at Ian. “here’s what is going to happen – we are the home invaders, and we have to make sure nobody can stop us-. If you girls will come and look at your mother and father, you can see the first thing we have done.”

“Come and look girls, it’s all right,” Alina said, so Sasha and Kira got up and looked at the way we had secured their parent’s wrists together behind their back.

“Dose it hurt,” Saha asked her mother.

“No – but the lady is going to do the same to both of you now.” I took some cords out of my rucksack as Steve looked at the others and said, “I need all of you to sit with your hands on your heads – your turn will come soon.”

“Do… Do as the masked man says. We won’t get hurt – it’s just a game,” Ilina said, the boys nodding as they watched me secure the wrists of the two girls together behind their backs, so that they could only wriggle their fingers. Steve then indicated that David and Alina should sit in an armchair each, kneeling down and using more cords to secure their ankles together, before I walked the girls over and helped Sasha to sit on her father’s lap, and Lira on her mother’s before I secured their ankles together, the tight band sinking into the material of their boots.

“There now,” I said as I tied the knot behind Kira’s ankles, “not too bad, is it?”

“No,” Kira said as she rested her head on Alin’s chest, while Steve looked at the other family.

“Stay seated, boys,” he said as he indicated to Ian and Ilina to stand up and turn round, both of them watching as I secured their mother’s wrists behind her back, and Steve took care of their father. They then sat down and watched as we secured their ankles together, the rope squeaking on Ilina’s boots, the boys staring at her as I did so.

“Your turn now boys,” Steve said, “I want you to stand up and put your hands behind your backs, while my friend takes care of making sure your cousins really are secure.”

“What are you going to do,” Alina said as I came back over with more ropes and then knelt down to secure the legs of her daughters together below their knees. David and Alina looked at each other as the girls twisted their legs round, while I took some longer ropes out of my bag and passed them round the girls. Bodie to secure their arms to their sides, one band round their stomach and another round their upper arms.

“Feels like you’re hugging me Mummy,” Kira said as she looked at Alina, her mother nodding and kissing her on the forehead as Steve made sure the boys had their arms secured to their sides as well, before the boys were helped to sit on the floor. While Steve knelt down and began to secure their ankles and legs, I walked over and passed a longer rope round Ilina’s upper body and forced her arms against her sides, Ian looking over and saying, “I guess we are going to be unable to move easily for some time.”

Ilina nodded as I pulled the ropes tighter and looked over at her sister. “Together?”

“Together,” Alina said as Steve stood up and went behind Ian, securing his upper body while I went round and knelt down to secure Ilina’s legs together below her knees.

“Now, we need to make sure all of you are in a comfortable and secure position,” Steve said as he bound Ian’s legs together below his knees. Taking two cushions from the armchairs, he placed them on the floor and then helped Philip and Larry to lie on their stomachs, their heads on the cushions as he pulled their ankles back and tied them to their chest ropes.

While he did this, I walked over and secured the legs of David and Alina together below their knees and then bound the girls’ mother’s arms to their sides after Steve had picked Kira up and sat her on an armchair, tucking her legs to the side and tying a rope from her ankles to the rope holding her arms to her chest. He then did the same for Sasha while I secure David’s arms to his sides, before helping Arina to go across the floor and lie on one couch, then helping Ilina to lie along the other one.

Finally, the two fathers were helped to lie on the floor and found themselves hogtied as well, before I went round the room, starting with Sasha and Kira. I started by pushing a small sponge ball into their mouths and then covering their chins with white micropore tape to keep them nice and quiet, then did the same to Alina and Ilina.

As Steve gagged the boys and the fathers, I went outside and disconnected the phone and internet, before I made my way upstairs and started to rob the house…



When I cam back, Steve searched downstairs as I watched the two families, before we told them to lie still for an hour and then see if they could get free. We left the house – the newspapers described how they were found by their cleaner the next morning, by which time we were back with Tammy…

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