Young 70s Damsels (MF/Fmf)

[KP Presents]

Day 1

“No, you’re not going to go to school today,” Martha said as she looked at her children, “the man wants us to stay here while I call your father, so we’re going to be kept together, all right? Now finish your breakfast.” She tried to smile as she looked at her three children. Chuck was twelve and was wearing a black jacket over a red jumper and pants, with brown shoes, while nine-year-old Emily was wearing a red knee length dress with a brown blouse underneath, and black knee length leather boots. Seven-year-old Tom was just staring at the man who had interrupted their breakfast, with his brown bomber jacket fastened up, blue jeans, red socks and trainers.

Martha herself was wearing a white top, and a short pale blue skirt with knee length black leather boots and had been planning to go to work after dropping the kids off – but the man had made it clear that was not going to happen, as they sat round the table. He was wearing a black jumper, woolen hat and pants, and he just looked at them before he pointed to the telephone on the wall.

“All right -call him.”




As Martha’s husband held the telephone receiver to his head, he glanced at the blonde-haired woman smiling at him, dark glasses over her eyes, and slowly nodded as he said, “I understand – I’ll do what they say.” Putting the phone down, he said “what do you want?”

“Open the safe,” the woman said as she held up a brown shoulder bag, “and fill this with the money inside.”




“Will you be all right Mummy,” Emily said as she looked at Martha. They had been forced to walk up to her parent’s bedroom, and the three of them had watched as the man had taken their mother’s hands behind her back and somehow stopped them from coming back round.

Chuck was the first of them to find out how that had happened, as he was told to lie on his back on the bed, and then the man crossed his wrists before he tied thin twine around and between his arms to hold them together. He then played the twine out and bound the young boy’s ankles tightly together, before cutting the twine with the knife and then telling Emily to lie next to her brother.

“we’ll be fine,” Martha said as she watched the man binding her daughter in the same way as Chuck, the twine making the leather of her boots squeak as they were forced together at her ankles, and then she saw him bind Tom in the same way as all three of them looked at each other.

The man then looked at Martha and said, “sit down,” waiting as she sat against the wall before he tied twine around her own ankles to hold them together as well, and tied her legs together above her knees so that she could only twist her legs round. He then took a white handkerchief from his pocket, folded it and pushed it into her mouth, saying “keep that in there or I make sure it cannot come out, understand?”

“Ehhdndhrhshtnd,” Martha said as one by one he pushed a handkerchief into the mouths of each of her children as well, before he looked out of the window. “Don’t struggle, just stay still,” he said as he walked out of the house, Martha looking at his children as they listened to the front door open and close, and then heard a car drive off.

Chuck then started to struggle and try to get free, as Martha felt the cloth in her mouth get damper as it soaked up the saliva in her mouth, before she heard Emily say “chnnwhpshtthshtnhmhm?” She nodded as Emily pushed the wet cloth out of her mouth, and said “what do we do now?”

“Jhhsskhssthhkhndwhhttt…”


Day 2

“Mom? I’m home – can I get a glass of milk?”

Sean closed the kitchen door and put his books on the table, before he shrugged at the lack of reply and opened the icebox, taking the milk out and pouring some into a glass before he found some cookies. Putting the milk back and closing the door, he called out again “Mom? Sis?”

There still was no reply, so he walked into the front room – and then stared at his mother and sister. His sister was a year older, her blond hair in pigtails, and she was wearing a red PVC pinafore dress laced up the front over a white blouse with elbow length sleeves, and black knee length boots. She was sat on a chair, swinging her legs to and fro - legs which had bands of white rope holding them together at her ankles and below her knees, while another band of rope was tied round her waist and the chair back. Her arms were also behind her back, and she had white tape pressed down over her mouth, the shape of her lips visible underneath.

His mother was sat in another chair next to his sister – she was wearing an orange shiny waistcoat and long skirt with a short sleeved white top, and white knee length boots, but she had her ankles tied together and to the lg of the chair, her own legs secured below her knees, and bands of rope framing her chest as her arms went round the chair back. She stared at Sean, her eyes wide as she tried to speak, her own lips moving under the tap that covered her mouth.

“RHN! GTHHLP!”

“Mom? Mom what happened thuhhwhtth….” He was surprised by the leather gloved hand that was pressed down over his own mouth, and the soft female voice that said “what do we have here? Are you going to try to escape, young man, or are you going to do what I tell you to do?”

“Whhhttdhuhwhnht?”

“Right now,” the voice said, “I want you to walk with me, lie face down on the long seat, and put your hands behind your back – and keep those lips closed. Think you can do that?”

Sean nodded as he watched his sister squirming on the chair, and his mother – and heard the funny squeaking sound as they both did so, before he was frog marched over and forced to lie down, the gloved hands taking his hands behind his back before he felt the rough rope as they were forced tightly together.

“Why did you do that to my mom and sister?”

“Same reason we’re doing it to you kid – we’re robbing you and we need you to keep quiet and not stop us,” the woman said as he felt the hands crossing his ankles, and the rope binding them tightly together, before his legs were secured below his knees as well. He looked at his family int eh chairs, the worry in his mother’s eyes, and the – the excitement in his sister’s eyes? She seemed to be enjoying this, as his ankles were pulled back and he felt them secured to his wrists as well.

And he had to admit, even as he was scared, he was curious as to what this felt like, especially when the tape was pressed down over his own mouth to keep him quiet, and he rolled onto his side to see the young black clad woman checking the other two members of his family.

“Chnnuhnhf,” his mother said, and Sean tried to move, but the ropes were too tight, so he shook his head as he wondered why he felt so different about this. He twisted round as well as a second young woman came down the stairs, looking at him before she said, “let’s go” and the two women left them to try and get free….



Day 3

“All right girls – I am sorry that I have to do this to both of you, but I promise you I will not hurt you, all right?”

“We know Mum – the bad man is making you do this to us, and then he will do it to you,” Gail said as she and her younger sister Alice looked at Belle. Gail was ten years old and was wearing a tartan mini dress over a white blouse with elbow length sleeves, and red knee length leather go-go boots. Alice had slightly shorter brown hair than her sister and was wearing a white lace dress over a black pinafore dress with an animal pattern. The tops of her over the knee white socks could be seen above her own red go-go boots.

“All right mummy,” the man said, “start by making sure their hands stay behind their backs.”

Belle nodded as the girls stood in front of her, and put their hands behind their backs, listening to the sound of the silver tape as it was pulled free of the roll before it was used to secure their wrists together behind their backs. The two girls looked at each other as they felt the tug on the skin of their wrists, before they sat back to back on the floor, the man watching as their mother used the silver tape to secure their ankles together, as well as their legs below their knees, and then wrapped the tape round their wrists as Alice felt Gail giving her hand a squeeze.

“All right, I’ve made sure the girls stay here,” Belel said as she tore the tape free and patted it down, before she stood up, “now what?” Her long dark brown hair was falling over the shoulders of her cream long sleeved blouse with a floral print, her own red leather boots hugging the lower half of her legs while the black miniskirt completed her outfit.

“Now you show me your jewelry” the man said, “once you turn the television on to keep your girls occupied – and make sure they can’t call for help.”

“Oh god no – please, they’ll be quiet…”

“Lady I’m not going to take that risk – now turn the television on and put some tape over their mouths.”

“But what happens if…”

He looked at Gail and Alice, before he said, “sit quietly and still, and don’t struggle – if you do that, nothing bad is going to happen, all right?” Both girls nodded, seeing the tear in their mother’s eye as she pressed the tape down over their mouths, and then turned the television on. As Scooby Doo started, the man took Belle by the arm and led her out of the room, the two girls watching the television instead.



A short whole later, their mother came back in – but they could see the silver tape over her mouth and around her arms and body, as the man made her sit on the floor and then wrapped the tape around her ankles and below her knees as well.
“Hrruhghrlshlrht,” she mumbled, Alice and Gail nodding as the man checked them, and then heard the car horn outside. He left the family there as the next cartoon started, Belle trying to get free from the tape as her daughters watched her, too scared still to try to get free…




Day 4

Cilla watched as her baby boy continued to drink from the bottle, smiling as he did so. The young mother had dark brown hair in a beehive and was wearing a black and grey vertically striped dress with a white collar and cuffs, as well as knee length black leather boots.

“Mummy, it feels funny?”

“I know it does, Susan,” Cilla said as she looked at her eight-year-old daughter, “I know it does, but it feels funny to me as well – even if it is only my legs.” She looked down at the bands of white rope that held her legs together at her ankles and below her knees, before she looked again at Susan. The blonde-haired girl was wearing a pale blue velvet minidress with long sleeves, and a white trim at the neck, the skirt hem and the flared cuffs of the sleeves. She was also wearing white tights and black shoes, but at that exact moment of time her attention was being taken by the bands of white rope which the young woman was tying round her arms and body, making the material of her dress seem a lighter shade of blue as her arms were forced against her sides. Her wrists were already crossed and tied tightly together as they sat on her lap.

The woman then knelt down and passed white rope around her ankles, forcing then together as a man came in, and said “I want the combination to your safe, or…”

“I’ll give you it,” Cilla said quietly as her son let go of the teat of the bottle, the light filtering through from the brown curtains which were pulled closed over the large windows. They had come back from the walk to find the intruders in their house, but at least they had allowed her to feed her baby while they tied her legs and then tied Susan up.

As the man took note of the numbers, the woman finished tying Susan’s legs together below her knees, and then secured her wrists to that rope, before she picked up a white towel and put it over Cilla’s shoulder so that she could wind her son. As she rubbed his back, she smiled at Susan and said, “don’t be afraid – we’ll get through this together.”

Susan smiled and nodded as the woman rolled up a white toweling strip and tied a knot in the middle, before she gently eased the knot past the teeth of the young girl and then tied the toweling band tightly round her head. As she tied the ends off, they all hear the burp as Cilla took her son in her arms and kissed her head before she allowed the woman to put him in the cot on the floor, Susan smiling over the gag at him as Cilla allowed her to take her hands behind her back and bind her wrists together.

As the rope forced her arms against her sides, Cilla started to rock the cot with her feet, smiling as he closed his eyes and fell asleep – just as eh was gagged with a second toweling strip pulled between her teeth.

“He’ll be all right now,” the woman said as Cilla nodded, and then she leaned over and kissed Susan on the head as the young girl looked over.

“Whllbhffhnrhtmhmh?”

“Whllbhjhstfhnnn,” Cilla mumbled in reply as the man came back down, and the robbers left them alone…




Day 5

The three girls were dressed very differently – the oldest, April, was twelve years old, and was wearing a short dress with wide short sleeves, cream with an abstract each and pink pattern, and knee length brown laced boots over grey socks. May was eleven and was wearing a white and red maxi dress – a short sleeved white top with a red cheesecloth design skirt, and a darker red sash round her waist, and white shoes. Finally, ten-year-old June was wearing a knee length red tartan pinafore dress over a mustard-coloured blouse, knee length white socks and black shoes.

I myself was wearing a long-sleeved brown dress with a floral pattern, and tight tan leather boots with a three-inch square stack heel – but I wasn’t able to say very much as I watched the man telling the girls what they had to. That was because I was lying on my side on one of the long seats in the room, tightly bound – my wrists behind my back, and bands of rope round ym arms and body, my waist, my legs above and below my knees, and my ankles. There was also a rolled-up scarf pulled between my lips, tied at the base of my neck and getting wetter with each passing minute.

The girls had been dropped off after a party, with no way of warning them what was going on – so I just had to hope they dd what he said, as he walked behind them, and one by one gagged them with their own rolled up scarves.

He then took some ropes from a bag, and one by one made sure their wrists were secured together behind their backs, and then rope was tied round their waists to keep their hands at the small of their backs. He then told May toile down on the other long seat, and April and Juen to sit in the armchairs. They walked over and did what he told them to do, before he made sure all of them had their ankles tied together as well, and then their legs – below their knees for April and June and then trapping the skirt of May’s dress round her legs with a band above her knees.

I watched May as she squirmed round, the scar getting darker at the corners of her mouth, and then the others as they sat quietly watching me while the man went back to opening the safe behind our family portrait, emptying the contents into a bag as I said “Jhhsshshtqhhthlyfhrnhphlhshs.”

“Whahahbhtwhnthegh,” April said as she looked at me.

“Jhssstwhht…”


It was another hour, the girls suddenly opening their eyes as the young woman came into the room and deposited a pillowcase into their bag, before the two of them left. We sat and lay in silence for a little while, before I nodded to April and she pushed herself forward, getting onto her feet as the other two girls watched, and then jumping over until she stood in front of my head. She then turned slowly and looked over her shoulder as she hooked her fingers under the cotton band and slowly eased the wet knot of my mouth.

“Thank you,” I said as I breathed in, “I never thought the games we played would actually prove to be useful.”

“Chnnuhfhrrmhmhm,” April said as she looked over her shoulder and wriggled her fingers.

“I think so – if I do, untie yourself and go next door to raise the alarm, then get Mr. Jenkins to come and free us, all right?”

She nodded, May and June watching a is started to pick at the knot of the rope holding April’s wrists together behind her back and try to loosen it enough for her to free her hands…



Day 6

“LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!”

“Shout again, and they get hurt.” The man said as he stood with his hand over the mouth of eleven-year-old Robert, the young boy wearing a green waistcoat over a yellow jumper, green pants and black shoes. The woman was also standing there, her hand over the mouth of twelve-year-old Amy. The young girl had her blonder hair in pigtails and was wearing a pink dress with elbow length sleeves and a sash round her waist, as well as white laced knee length boots.

“Keep calm, nobody gest hurt,” the woman said as Amy looked at her mother. Zara was wearing a long-sleeved green dress with a circular design and a pleated mini skirt, and black tight leather boots that came up over he knees – just, with a buckle on the side.

“All right,” Zara said quietly, “please, don’t hurt them.”

“Better,” the man said as Amy was pushed toward shim, and he gagged her with his other hand, “put your hands behind your back.”

Robert and Amy had to watch as the woman took lengths of cord from a bag, leaving the bag on a chair before she walked behind their mother and pulled her hands behind her back. Zara grunted as she felt the thin cords rubbing on her wrists as they were secured tightly together, and then she was forced to lie face down on the wooden couch.

“If I take my hands away, are you two going to scream?” The man watched Robert and Amy as they shook their heads and smiled as he said “good – kneel down facing each other and then hug each other.”

“Don’t hurt them,” Zara said quietly as she felt the rope forcing her ankles together, and then her legs below her knees.

“What’s he doing,” Robert said as he looked at his sister, and felt the man doing something behind his back. Amy looked over and said, “it looks like he’s tying my wrists together behind your back - guess he’ll do the same for you as well.” Robert bit his lower lips as he felt the rope round his ankles, forcing them together, and then a third length lining is sister’s wrists to his ankles.

As he moved behind Amy, and started to bind Robert’s wrists together, Zara grunted as her ankles were pulled back and tied to her wrists, before she was rolled onto her side, and she saw the woman take from the bag a roll of brown sticking plaster. As Amy felt the rope round her own ankles, and then the way they felt as her brother’s wrists were tied to them, the plaster was pressed down over Zara’s mouth to silence her.

The woman then passed the roll to her partner before she walked to the corridor, pulling the telephone wire from the wall as she did so, before he tore two strips of fabric from the roll and gage the two children as well. They looked at each other, Robert blushing as he saw the brown fabric over Amys mouth, and he tried ot move his hands - only to stop as he felt Amy’s ankles rise and fall as well.

“Whtddhwhdhmhm,” he said as he looked dover to the couch as Zaar tried to move, the squeaking sound of her boots filling the air.

“Shthtcholmhndwht,” she said, hoping her husband would not be late home…

[TuggyBoundMale]

Amazing stories yet again. The one with Sean was probably my favorite. But all are great as always