The Games Player: After School Special (F/Ff)

[KP Presents]

“A winter's day in a deep and dark December…”

This actually happened last December, but Steve and I were looking at presents for Tammy, and it occurred to me I hadn’t put down what had happened into the archives. This was a situation that literally snowballed – but it was a fun time for all. At least, I hope so.

It was meant to be a nice simple visit as well – Geri Allsopp is a famous writer of children’s books, and I knew for a fact she lived alone in this nice semi-detached house with her eleven-year-old daughter Marie. It was about four in the afternoon was I watched them both walk home, both wearing long padded coats but I could see the black fabric boots they were both wearing, the high heels of those Geri was wearing clicking on the pavement as the short heels of those on Marie’s legs hitting the ground as well.

I was dressed in black – jumper, gilet, jeans and boots – and I watched them enter the house before I got out of the car and walked round the side of the house. As I did so, I slipped the black leather gloves on my hands, and the black stocking down over my head – and totally missed the fact the front door opened and closed again.

You see, I was focused on going past the window of the kitchen while crouched low, and then opening the back door as Geri was standing on the other side of the room, pouring hot water into a mug. I could now see she was wearing jeans tucked into her high boots, and a khaki-coloured t-shirt over the waistband, her long dark red-brown hair falling down her back and over her shoulders.

As I closed the door, she turned and stared at me as I raised my starting pistol and said, “Hello Geri – I hope you and Marie are ready to play a game with me.”

“Play a game? What sort of person points a gun at someone and ask if they want to play a game outside of… Oh.

“OH!” Geri looked at me, and then shook her head a sshe said “I don’t think you understand what you have walked into.”

“Well,” Isaid quietly, “my understanding is you are going to tell your daughter this is a special game, and I make sure you cannot stop me robbing you.”

“Well, it’s not just me and Marie,” Gina said as she stepped to the side, and I saw two mugs with steam rising from them.

“So, I see – well, that just means more people are going to play. Who is it?”

“Marie’s friend Anne and her mother Xenia.”

“Well, please,” I said with a smile, “pick up the drinks and take them in. We’re going to have to play the game slightly differently today.”

Geri nodded as she picked the mugs up and walked to the front room in front of me. As we went in, I saw Marie, wearing a leopard print t-shirt, a knee length black skirt with a pink sash round her waist as a belt, and dark tights under her boots. Next to her was a girl a year younger, wearing a white long-sleeved top with an animals print on it, black corduroy shorts, red tights and black ankle boots. Unlike Marie’s light red hair, hers was blonde, like her mother.

Gina said, “take this Xenia, and she will explain what is going on,” handing the blonde-haired woman a mug as she sat down next to her. She was wearing a long-sleeved white top and dark jeans, the legs tucked into high burgundy leather boots.

“Gina what’s going on,” she said as Gina looked at her.

“Well,” I said as I sat down, “I have been hired by Gina to play a special game with her and Geri – but I had no idea she would have guests, so I was going to ask if you and your daughter would play along as well.”

“What sort of game Marie,” the blonde-haired girl asked.

“I don’t know Anne – what sort of game Mummy?”

Gina sighed as she said “this lady is pretending to be a robber, and she is going to make sure we cannot stop her. I suspect it will be realistic, but she is not going to do anything that hurts us – are you?”

“Of course not, Geri – this is a game after all,” I said with a smile as I opened my bag and took out two lengths of white cord. “Come over here girls, I want you to hold these for me, and tell me how they feel.”

Marie and Anne walked over and took the cords from me, holding it in their hands as Anne said, “it feels soft – why, what are you going to do with it?”

“Well, if I was to use it to make sure your wrist stayed together in front of you, do you think it would hurt?”

The two girls shook their heads as I took the rope from Marie and said, “let me show you- can you cross your wrists in front of yourself?” As she did so, I doubled the cord over and then tied her wrist snugly together, Anne watching as she said, “does it hurt?”

“No,” Marie said a sshe looked at the ropes, while I made sure Anne had her wrists tied together as well. “Now, if that didn’t hurt, would it scare you or do you think I would hurt you if I tied a longer length round your arms to keep them against your sides?”

The two girls shook their heads as I took longer lengths from my bag and tied them round their arms and stomach, making sure they stayed secured as they walked over and showed them to their mothers.

“I can see that’s comfortable,” Xenia said a sshe looked at me, “so what are you going to do to us?”

“Something similar but mums can be tempted to try and spoil the game – so I’m going to tie their wrists behind their backs before I tie their arms to their sides. Watch.”

I took more ropes and stood up, walking behind them as they put their mugs on the low table, and then Marie and Anne watched me take their mother’s hands behind their backs, making sure they were tightly secured together before I wrapped the longer ropes around their arms and upper bodies to make sure they could only twist round.

“How does it feel Mum,” Anne Asked, Xenia looking at her as she said “A bit like being hugged continuously. How do you feel Gina?”

I looked at Gina as she said, “it’s a good game – but what happens now, lady robber?”

“Well, I want the girls to sit next to you,” I said with a smile, “and I’ll make sure they have their ankles and legs tied in the same way as their arms and wrists.”

“All right,” Marie said a sshe sat next to Gina, Anne pushing herself onto the seat next to Xenia as I took more ropes from my rucksack, and bound the ankles of both girls tightly together, before securing their legs together below their knees. I did the same to Xenia as both girls twisted their legs round, Marie laughing at the squeaking sound her boots were making as they rubbed together.

“So, what happens now?”

“Well,” I said as I looked at them, “I need to take Marie’s mother out for a walk round the house, but first I need to make sure your mother stays with you Anne.” Xenia watched as I secured her ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her knees.

“Do your boots squeak as well Mummy?” Anne watched as Xenia twisted her legs round, and then giggled a sshe heard the squeaking as well.

“Good,” I said as I smiled, “now…”

Of course, that was when the doorbell rang, as Gian said, “Guess you have two more people you need to get playing the game.”

“Can you all promise me you are not going to spoil the surprise?”

As the other three nodded, I helped Gian to stand up and whispered “it’s a game, all right” as I guided her to the front door, and I opened it while she put her head round.

“Hey – coffee ready?”

“Come in, Flora, I’ll explain what’s going on. Hello Isla – the girls are in the front room.”

I watched as another woman walked in, her long red-brown hair falling over the thin yellow blouse with elbow length sleeves. The blouse was over a white top. And her jeans were tucked into a pair of knee-high brown fabric boots. With here was a ten-year-old girl, wearing a denim waistcoat over a yellow t-shirt, a pair of darker denim shorts and white leggings, as well as mid-calf chocolate brown leather boots with a flat heel.

“Aunt Gina?”

“Hello,” I said as I looked at the latest arrivals. “We’re playing a game of hostages – your friends are already playing as is Gina and Xenia.”

“So… So, I see,” the new arrival said as she looked at Gina’s bound body.

“Flora, Isla – please, join us. It’ll be fun.”

“Gina, are you sure?”

“Yes, I am – a game for the girls,” Gina said as Flora slowly nodded. “All right – what do we need to do?”

“Come into the front room,” I said, “and stand with your hands behind your back.”

“Hey Isla – come to be a hostage as well,” Marie said, the young girl nodding as she and her mother stood in front of the other two girls and Xenia.

“You’re playing along a swell,” Flora said, Xenia nodding as I took Isla’s wrists behind her back and lashed them tightly together, before forced her arms against her sides. I had never been so grateful I had packed more ropes, as I went over and di the same to Flora, making sure her wrists and arms were tightly bound.

“I need you three girls to sit on the floor,” I said to them, “so that Flora can sit next to Xenia.”

As the other two girls slipped off the couch, I helped Isla to sit next to them as Flora sat with Xenia.

“A game?”

“Treat it as one,” Xenia quietly replied as I knelt down and made sure Isla had her ankles and legs secured in the same way as the other two. I then did the same to Flora as Gina watched, then turned and whispered to her “is there anyone else coming?”

“Does that answer your question,” she said as the doorbell rang again.

“That will be Tracy and Yvette,” Gina said, “let me go and get them to play as well.”

“Remember – not a word to spoil the surprise,” I said as I walked out with Gina and opened the door. The brown-haired woman who walked in was wearing a long-sleeved brown blouse, her dark jeans tucked into knee length brown riding boots, and she was holding the hand of a five-year-old girl. She had lighter hair, held back by a white hairband, wearing a cream-coloured jacket and blue leggings tucked into mid-calf black riding boots.

She looked at me and said, “you look funny.”

“I’m supposed to,” I said with a smile, “are you Yvette?”

“Yes…”

“Well, Yvette, you and your mummy are just intime to join everyone else in a special game. It’s Hostages – and I’ve made sure all your friend and their mothers are going to stay in the front room.
“Just as I am going to do with you and your mummy. But before we go in, can you both cross your wrists in front of yourself, and I’ll make sure you cannot move your wrists apart, as I have for Gina and everyone else.”

“It won’t hurt,” Gina said as I took some more rope and made sure both the new arrivals had their wrists tied together in front of them, before we walked into the front room and Tracy said “oh my God…”

“Hey – welcome to an afternoon in,” Xenia said as I indicated Tracy should sit in the free armchair, Yvette and the girls watching as I used the ropes to secure her ankles together, and then her legs below her knees.

“Well, I guess I’m stuck here – where is Yvette going to sit?”

“On your lap – raise your hands in the air for a minute.” As Tracy did so, I lifted Yvette up and sat her on her mother’s lap, Tracy lowering her arms, so they were round her daughter while I made sure her ankles and legs were secured together in the same way as everyone else.

I then tied Yvette’s ankle to the rope below Tracy’s knees, and Tracy’s wrists to the band of rope round her daughter’s legs below her knees. As they wriggled round and made their boots squeak as well, Tracy kissed her daughter’s head while I used a last length of rope to bind them both together, Yvette’s upper arms and Tracy’s stomach.

“There now – all my hostages are going to stay where they are,” I said with a smile. “Do you all promise to not raise the alarm while Gina comes with me for a few minutes?”

“We’ll be quiet,” Marie said, “if you put on Peppa Pig.”

“Why not,” I said as I found an appropriate channel, and left with Gina. “They all seme happy,” I said, “and we’ll get a drink for the girls on the way down. For now, show me your valuables…”



“Thank you,” Yvette said as she took a drink through the straw from the juice carton as I held it. The other girls had already had a drink, but they weren’t saying much – the white tape I had pressed down over their mouths was making sure that could not happen.

I had gagged them first while the mothers talked quietly, and then I said, “have you had enough?”

“Yes – am I going to be helped to be quiet now?”

“You are indeed,” I said as I peeled a length of tape from the roll, and then pressed it gently down over her mouth, smoothing it into place with my fingers. Gian was sat on the last armchair now, twisting her legs round as the bands of rope held her ankles and legs together.

“Are you all right, Marie?”

“Hmmfhnmhm,” her daughter said a sshe sat with Anne and Isla on the floor. I had run a rope round their ankles, so they were held together as well, while Xenia and Flora sat behind them.

“It’s mummy’s turn now,” I said as Tracy pursed her lips and I smoothed the tape down over them, watching as she pressed her gagged mouth on Yvette’s head and the little girl giggled. Gina then watched as I gagged her other two friends, before walking over to her.

“Thank you for keeping them calm,” she said before I gagged her as well, and said “there now – wait at least thirty minutes, then see who can get free first. I’ll be waiting in the kitchen.”

Well, I left them trying to talk to each other as the mothers looked on – and made my exit into the now dark night, reminding myself I would need to call the police in an hour or so…