Morgan's weekend FM/f

[lasse672000]

Friday afternoon: Morgan Allison, dressed in a red and white diagonally striped, long sleeved leotard, white nylon pantyhose and sneakers, was in the basement gym her parents had built in their home. She was working on her leg muscles, when a man, whom she didn't know, suddenly appeared in the door.
"Miss Morgan Allison?" he asked, in a husky voice.
"Yes," she huffed, "that's me. Who are you? And how did you get in here?"
"That's not really that important, but what I'm here to tell you is! There's been an accident at your parents work, and I need you to come with me, right now."
Morgan froze with fear. She knew her parents had extremely dangerous jobs, working with heavy machinery, and had always feared this day would come. "What kind of accident? she asked. "Are they all right?" But the man just grabbed her arm and started pulling her out of the room.
"Hey!" she protested. "Mind if I change clothes first?"
"There's no time for that, girl!" the man angrily growled. "Which part of 'right now' didn't you understand?" He dragged her up the stairs and out the door, stopping briefly at a car parked outside her house. He opened the back door and shoved her inside, where a woman sat.
"Ah, Morgan!" she established in a cold, expressionless voice, before reaching into her pocket and taking out a short piece of rope. "Please turn around and put your hands behind you back."
Too stunned to object, Morgan did as she was told, and soon her wrists had been snugly tied together. When she opened her mouth to protest, the woman simply shoved a foam rubber ball in her mouth, and tied a strip of cloth around her head to keep it in. Lastly, she took a scarf and tied it around Morgan's head, covering her eyes. Lastly, the seat belt pinned her against the back of the seat.

"Now," the woman said, as the car started rolling, "I guess you're wondering who we are, and what this has to do with your parents' accident?"
"Ng-hng!" Morgan mumbled through the gag and nodded.
"Well, I'm Mrs. Jones, and the one driving the car is my son, Tom. Those aren't our real names, of course.
As far as your parents are concerned; they're perfectly fine, and you will be too, as long as they do as they're told. You see; they've had something immensely valuable to all of us for a long lime.
Later today, I'm going to call them, and we'll have a nice, quiet chat, in which I'd like you to take part. In fact, I insist on you hearing every word."

When they arrived, Morgan had been dragged inside a house, and her wrists and waist had been tied to the back of a high-backed chair, and ropes had been tied around her legs, just above her knees, and her ankles. Then, the blindfold had been taken away.
She had looked around the room, and noticed the walls and ceiling were covered in dark brown, wood panels. A few feet in front of her was a large, dark, mahogany desk, behind which stood a leather arm chair, and a chandelier with candles hung in the middle of the room. The only thing on the desk, was an old style telephone, with a heavy-looking receiver, beside which stood a loudspeaker, and a desk lamp, both curiously modern looking, despite looking like they had been out of fashion for several decades. The walls (as far as she could see) were empty, except for a clock with a huge pendulum. When it struck, which it did every hour, the sound reverberated through her body, long after it had stopped. A large, dark, rectangular rug lay on the floor, muffling much of the sound.

She had been sitting there for a couple of hours, when a door opened, and Mrs Jones walked in. She walked slowly over to the desk, and sat down.
"Comfortable?" she asked, and Morgan shook her head.
"Well, that just might be about to change, depending on the outcome of this phone call." Mrs. Jones calmly said. She picked up the receiver, and dialled a number.
"Hello?" she said when someone answered. "Mrs Allison? I've got something of yours, and if you want it back, you do exactly as I say. Understood?"

When she hung up, she looked at Morgan and smiled. Then she walked around the table, and stood behind her, before undoing the knot in the strip, which held the rubber ball in place.
"I hope you don't mind spending the week end here?"
"Do I have to be tied up the whole time, Grandma?"
"You can be tied up, as long as you want to, dear!" Grandma assured her.
"In that case; not at all, Grandma!" Morgan beamed.

[iliketights]

Nice! I like the surprise at the end. Will we find out more about the rest of Morgan's weekend?