Games Through The Ages (MF/Fmf)

[KP Presents]

“So, they are not the first people who have played these games with others Mummy?”

“Oh no, my dear – when I was your age, my mother told me stories of other people who had played roles like these. One I always remember was one who pretended to be a vicar and liked to visit the families in his parish and play this game…”

“There – now you are in the perfect position to quietly offer your prayers to the Lord God in Heaven.”

The ten-year-old twins nodded as they looked at the tall man, wearing a dark suit and black shirt with a white dog collar. George was wearing a red Pringle sweater, tan pants and brown shoes, while Alice was wearing a red dress with a white Peter pan collar, white tights and white booties.

Their mother watched them as they closed their eyes, their chins resting on their hands which were together in front of them. Looking at the minister, she quietly said “thank you” as she put her own hands together in prayer and watched as he used the thin twine to secure her wrists together.

She had opened the door, believing he was the new pastor at their church, but when he produced the handgun she had quickly realized what was happening – but she did not want her children to be scared, so she had lied to them that he had come to pray with all of them, and was going to show them a new way to prayer. So, she had to watch as he secured the wrists of her son and daughter together in front of her, their hands palms together, and then as they raised them, he tied twine round their upper arms to keep them in place.

She was wearing a short sleeved dress – designed like a red waistcoat and skirt with a white top and red buttons, and knee length red leather boots which squeaked as she tried to move her legs – her ankles were secured with the twine as well, before he had helped the children to kneel facing the couch and secured their ankles as well, running the twine up to their backs where the band held their arms against their sides.

“No, thank you,” he said quietly as he bent her arms up and then secured the twine round her upper body to keep them under her chin as well. He then rolled up a clean white cloth and said, “open wide.”

She looked at Alice as her daughter turned her head to her, the rolled up white cloth sticking out from inside her mouth, and nodded before the cloth was pushed into her own mouth as well, leaving her unable to do anything but offer up her own muffed prayers as the minister left the room. She managed to kneel on the floor and shuffle over to the couch, joining the twins in their prayers, and adding her own ones for a quick release…

“Wow – and they really did not know that was a robbery?”

“No, they didn’t – they weren’t scared at all and when they found out, they thanked their mum for making it less scary. How are you?”

“I’m fine Mummy, it’s not so bad. So were there others?”

“Well, your grandmother did tell me of what happened to one of her friends when a woman called to ‘collect’ presents for a Church event…”

“These are for you,” Anna said with a sweet smile as she handed the brightly wrapped parcels over to the young woman. She was wearing a light blue jacket and skirt with a white top underneath, white gloves and a white hat, and smiled as she took the presents from the young girl.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile, “but it’s time for the special game your mother said you are both going to play. Can you see who your mummy is now?”

Anna looked over to see her mother who was sitting on the couch. She was wearing a short sleeved green dress with a thin belt round her waist, and she smiled as she nodded to the young girl.

“All right - so what do I do first?”

“Put your hands behind your back,” the woman said as she held up a length of red ribbon, Anan nodding as she turned round and then felt the silky material holding her wrists together. Sher was wearing a white cardigan over a two-layer dress – the outer dress was a white pinafore dress with a blue cornflower pattern, and under that was a short sleeved blue dress with a white collar. White ankle socks and black Mary Jane shoes completed her outfit.

“There – that feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“It does - does it feel nice Mummy?”

Her mother nodded as she watched the woman help Anna to sit next to her on the couch, and then she knelt down before using a second red ribbon to secure the young girl’s ankles together.

Standing up after she had secured the ends, she took a third ribbon and said, “there now – open your mouth nice and wide for me.”

Anna looked at her mother, who smiled as the blue ribbon pulled back the corners of her mouth, and then allowed the woman to pull the red ribbon between her lips and tie it round her head. Her mother also had a blue ribbon holding her ankles together, and a third one holding her wrists together behind her back.

“Fhnnhuhfhrphlhhhnthsghm,” Anna said as she looked at the woman.

“No, thank you – for your most generous gifts,” the woman said as she looked at both of them, and ten left, her handbag holding the money from the other woman’s purse as she silently walked up the stairs…


“How do you feel Mummy?”

“Not so bad – it’s like I am being hugged, right?”

“Yeah – so what other stories did you hear?”

“Well, how about a photographer…”

“And hold that pose…

Claire turned her head to the side and smiled as she sat on her armchair, wearing a sleeveless dress with a white top and then black and red stripes, a pair of black kitten heels on her feet. Her youngest daughter Rhonda was sitting on the table on the left of her seat, the young girl’s right arm round her mother’s shoulder. She was wearing a light blue dress, sheer white tights and brown shoes, a thin blue hairband holding back her long black hair.

The next oldest girl, Fiona, sat next to Rhonda. She had a white ribbon tied in her hair, and was wearing a long sleeve electric blue blouse, a white skirt with blue trim, white tights and bleu and white shoes. Claire’s oldest daughter, Ruth, was kneeling on the floor on the other side of her, wearing a blue dress with a tie neck, dark tights and black sandals.

“There,” the photographer said as he took the picture. He was wearing a black jacket over a bleu roll neck sweater, dark pants and shoes, and had a pair of sunglasses on. He had said he had an eye problem, but the shoot had gone ahead anyway.

“Thank you,” Claire said as she the telephone rang, and she went to answer it.

“Hello?

“I don’t understand – if you’re there, then…” She then turned to see the photographer standing there, smiling as he pointed a gun at her and said, “hang up.”

“That’s fine – we’ll reschedule,” she said quietly as she saw her daughters were standing with their hands on their heads, so she put the receiver down and then raised her own hands as the man pulled the telephone cord from the wall.

H motioned with the gun and made Claire walk over before he reached into his bag and took out a large roll of silver tape, smiling as he tossed it to Fiona.

“What… What do you want me to do with this?”

“Tape the kid up,” he said as he looked at Rohnda, “hands behind her back, ankles, and over her mouth. And make sure it’s tight – you don’t want me doing it, do you?”

Anna had to watch as Fiona secured her younger sister, letting her sit on the couch before she taped her ankles, and then covered her mouth with the silver tape.

“Good – now give the roll to big sister. It’s your turn.”

Fiona handed the roll of tape to Ruth, then stood with her hands behind her back as the tape end was ripped from the roll, and she felt it holding her own wrists together behind her back. A few minutes later, she was looking at Rhonda, before they both watched their mother secure their older sister and she sat next to them.

Anna then handed the roll to the photographer as he put the gun down, and secured the mother’s wrists behind her back before she sat on the armchair, watching as her own ankles were taped together, then feeling the tug on the skin round her mouth as she was gagged as well.

The photographer then picked up the camera, and took one more shot before he went to search the house…




“That wasn’t the funniest one I heard about though. Did you know at one time mothers would make all the clothes for themselves and their family?”

“Really? Why don’t you Mummy?”

“I was never taught how to – but another friend of your grandmother did tell me about when they came back from a party, to find – well, are you ready for this?”

Ashley unlocked the front door and stood to one side as her daughters walked in, wearing the outfits she had made for them to wear to the social. Hannah was seventeen, and was wearing a yellow, blue and white plaid jacket with a wide collar over a red dress, red socks and black sandals. Fifteen year old Kate followed her in, wearing a blue, red, yellow and white tartan patterned jacket over a purple blouse, a white skirt, pale blue knee length socks and black shoes.

Thirteen year old Denise was wearing a purple, blue and white tartan design jacket over a white camisole, a blue wrap skirt and purple socks with black and white shoes, while ten year old Lesley was wearing a yellow jacket with a black, red and white check, a black skirt, black socks and black and white shoes.

Ashley followed them in and closed the door, looking at herself in the hallway mirror as she did so. Her outfit was a pick checked jacket and skirt, fastened with a single button over a pink camisole, and white shoes.

“Does anyone want some coffee?”

“Mum – Mum get in here.”

Ashley walked in the front room and stopped as she saw four men in there – four men wearing black eye masks and dressed like the Bay City Rollers.

“Mum, did you hire a band to play a game of hostages with us? That’s what the band leader said.”

Ashley looked at the masked man, who nodded as she swallowed and said “yes – after we watched that film last week, you all wondered what it would be like to be hostages. Well, now you find out – so do whatever they say, all right?”

“Good – I am going to go with Mummy. You three make sure these girls get the full experience.”

The three tartan clad men nodded as Ashley was taken by the arm and walked out of the room. “No screaming, no noise,” the leader said, “show me your valuables.”



When he brought Ashely back into the room, she saw that Denise and Lesley were sitting back-to-back, bands of brown rope holding their upper arms to their sides and their waist together, as well as their ankle and their legs below their knees. Hannah and Kate were also sat back-to-back, bound in the same way, while all four of them had brown sticking plaster pressed down over their mouths.

“MHMHMMMM!”

Ashley looked at them and said, “so is it exciting being hostages?” She smiled as all four of them nodded, Hannah almost swooning as she looked at the three masked intruders.

Ashley herself had her wrists secured together behind her back, and bands of rope framed her chest as they held her arms together against her sides. The leader made her walk to a long couch and lie down, Ashley watching as her ankles and legs were secured together, before a strip of Elastoplast was pressed down over her mouth as well.

The leader then put on an LP, the girls singing along as they group left them.

“Ghhfhlththlhf, thkhlhttlhlhf
Bhphrhphrhdthfhrshkkhkhtthlhf”

“They really sang Mummy? Do you think we will be able to sing too?”

“Well, let’s see what happens, all right? But you’re not scared, are you?”

“No Mummy, but what happens now?”

“Well, in a minute I will go with the woman – but I have one other tale to tell you first. This one was a family affair…”

The bedroom door opened as Emily walked in, her hands in the air as she was followed by ten-year-old Ethel and twelve-year-old Jim. Emily had long blonde hair and was wearing a fawn-coloured corduroy pinafore dress over a short sleeved white top, and knee length brown leather boots.

Ethel had her light brown hair in two bunches on her head, and was wearing a white roll neck sweater, a short tan corduroy skirt, white tights and black flat shoes. Finally, Jim was wearing a red t-shirt and brown corduroy pants the lower legs tucked into a pair of knee-high black wellington boots.

The man who followed them in was wearing a black t-shirt and pants, black gloves, and had a black stocking pulled down over his head. “Right,” he said, “mummy, sit on the edge of the bed, hands on your head. Kids, stand still in front of her, and put your hands behind your backs.”

“Do as he says,” Emily said as she sat down watching as the man put a bag down and drew out from it lengths of white washing line which he had cut earlier. The kids looked at each other as he took their hands behind their backs, and they felt the rope rubbing on her wrists as they were bound tightly together – and then the rope forcing their arms against their sides as he tied it round their upper bodies.

“All right – you two sit on the bed, Mummy stand up and come over here.”

Emily nodded as she stood up, watching as Jim and Ethel walked over and pushed themselves on the bed, taking quietly to each other as they wriggled their upper bodies. She soon felt the rope as her own wrists were secured together behind her back, and then the bands pressing her arms against her sides as they framed her chest.

The rope squeaked as it rubbed on the material of her dress, making both Ethal and Jim giggle as the man tied off the ropes, and then walked over to the bed, Emily watching as he took more ropes from the bag and secured the ankles of both of them together, and then their legs below their knees, Jim’s pants squeaking as well as his legs rubbed together.

“Sit down Mummy.”

Emily walked over and sat next to Ethel as the man then secured her own ankles together.

“Your botos squeak as well Mummy,” Jim said as he tied to move his legs, Emily nodding in agreement as her own leather boots squeak while the man secured her legs together below her knees.

The man then went into the wardrobe and brought out a long patterned scarf, rolling it up and using tit to gag Jim before he picked him up and took him to one side of the bed, laying him on his side and pulling his ankles back before securing them to the ropes round his arms and chest. He watched as the man then helped his mother to lie in the centre of the bed – but only after she had been gagged with a patterned headscarf, her head resting on the pillows as she watched the man secure her ankles to the foot of the bed.

Finally, he helped Ethel to lie facing her mother after gagging her with a black scarf and then hogtied her as well before he said, “now stay there” and left them with the radio on.

Closing the door, he heard them trying to talk to each other and pulled the stocking off his head. He would leave them a while to play, and then be the heroic dad rescuing the robbery captives…

“Okay, so you will be back and we play the rest of the game?”

“In a few minutes my dear – you watch the television and I will be back soon.”

She smiled as she slowly stood up, the bands of rope that framed her chest rubbing on the bare skin of her arms as she did so. She was wearing a sleeveless dress with a deep neckline, brown circles on white before becoming brown, and with a brown sash tied round her waist. She wriggled her fingers behind her back, where her wrists were secured together with the soft white rope, and watched as the woman pressed the white tape gently down over her daughter’s mouth.

The young girl was wearing a Minnie Mouse dress – a black body with a picture of Minnie and the name on the front, a red collar, and a white skirt and puffed sleeves with red polka dots. The woman had secured her wrists together behind her back and her arms to her sides like her mother, but she also had white rope holding her ankles together and her legs below her knees. She wasn’t scared – she knew when the woman brought her mummy back, they would both be the same.

She looked at the woman, the stocking pulled down over her head, and mumbled “Fhnkuh” as she took her mother out of the room. This really was a fun game to play…