Modest Maidens (MF/F)

[KP Presents]

Tale one

The three women were members of an Anabaptist community on the outskirts of Birmingham, devout women who followed the practices of their denomination, living together in one house and sharing everything. So when the two escaped prisoners broke into the house, they were surprised to see the oldest of the tree women preparing food in the kitchen area, and she was equally surprised to see them.

She was wearing a long bleu dress with dark tights and flat black shoes, but she also had a red shawl with white stars printed on the material covering her head and shoulders, the end knotted under her chin and the ends hanging down in front of her.

She was too scared by the sudden arrival of two strange men to offer any resistance., even if she felt she was in a position to do so, so she raised her hands in the air as one of them grabbed a knife and stood in front of her, the other one grabbing a second knife and then ripping through two clean white cloths so that he had a number of strips in his hands. He then pulled a chair from the kitchen table and ordered her to take a seat, waiting as she obeyed before he pulled her hands behind the back of the chair, and used one of the strips of cloth to secure her wrists together.

He then knelt in front of her and used a second length of cloth to secure her ankles together, as his partner grabbed a white dishcloth and rolled it into a pad – a pad he then pushed into her open mouth as her eyes widened in surprise. She was ordered to keep the gag in place as she looked at the two men, and then heard the front door open and close. The one with the strips of cloth nodded as he grabbed two more pieces of cloth, and walked quickly out of the room, looking in the front room.

The middle-aged woman had curly brown hair which was covered by a blue patterned scarf, a brown and cream shawl draped over the shoulders of her green knee length dress. She had already kicked off a pair of shoes, dark hose on her legs – but she saw the man with the knife and the cloths, and slowly raised her hands in the air as she sat on a corner couch.

He told her not to move as he knelt in front of her, the knife in her line of sight before he took one of the strips of cloth and secured her wrists together in front of her. He then took a second strip and secured her ankles together, before he pushed the third cloth into her mouth, and then took her shawl, folding it into a wide band and tying it tightly over her mouth to keep the gag firmly in place.

She twisted her body round and tried to speak, but the cloth was keeping her very quiet as a second man walked in and handed his partner more strips – just as the front door opened and closed again. They stood either side of the door as the youngest of the three women who shared the house came in, stopping and staring at her bound and gagged housemate.

The new arrival had long blonde hair, which was under a pale blue headscarf, the ends hanging down the back of her neck, while under her white lab coat she was wearing a sundress of the same colour which came to just above her knees. She was barefoot – and scared, her eyes wide as one of the men stood by her with a knife in his hand, the other taking a chair from the dining table and setting it opposite the other captive as he told her to sit down and not say a word.

He took her hands behind the back of the chair and secured her wrists together with cloth, while the second man knelt and used the strips he had to secure her ankles to the front legs of the chair. She twisted round but remained silent – andthen even more silent as a white cloth was pushed into her mouth roughly, the edges sticking out from between her lips as she looked round.


The two men then left the room, returning with their housemate and sitting her down so all three could see each other as one of them sat down, smiling as his partner left the room to prepare some food for both of them. He told them not to panic – once they had eaten and night had fallen, they would be on their way.

The three women looked at each other – they were still afraid, but they closed their eyes to pray for salvation.


Tale two


“Mum – are you in?”

Mary closed the door and looked at herself in the hallway mirror, adjusting slightly the white headscarf that covered her long dark hair. The young woman was wearing a dark blue sundress, held up by a thin halter strap that went up and round her neck, the skirt coming down to her knees. She was also wearing a pair of white sandals, and smiled as she called out again “Mum?”

There was still no reply, so she walked into the main room – and then covered her mouth as her mother said “RHHNHNHHNN!”

Martha was wearing a long black leopard print dress which also had a red floral print. The dress was held up by two thin shoulder straps, but it also had sleeves which were pulled down off her shoulders, and she had matching scarf tied over her greying blonde hair. She was sitting on a chair, her hands behind her back, but she also had a large blue cloth rolled up and pushed into her mouth, keeping her quiet as her eyes widened and she shook her head.

“RRHHNNNMHHHRH!”

Mary stared at her before she felt a disc pressing on her back, and a female voice said “Well now – I see your daughter had turned up. Don’t say a word – just put your hands behind your back and do exactly what I tell you to do.”

“Who are You,” Mary whispered.

“A messenger – hands behind your back please.” Mary slowly moved her hands behind her back before she felt someone hold them together, and then heard a peeling sound before something was stuck on her wrists., and then wrapped round them to hold them together.

“A messenger from where, from who?”

“I might tell you, I might not,” the voice said as Mary was pushed over to where Martha was sitting, and then sat next to her. It was a teenage girl behind her, wearing jeans and a denim jacket, but she had a very real gun in her gloved hand, a very evil sneer on her mouth as she said, “open that mouth nice and wide – you need to be kept quiet as well.”

“Who are you? Why on ehhrrfhffhhruhdhnnths?” Mary’s words were cut off as a folded white cloth was stuffed into her mouth, and she looked at Martha.

“SShhfhrssdmhhn,” Martha said as a tear started to run down her cheek. Mary nodded as they both looked at the girl, who had a large roll of silver tape in her hand.

“Both of you, cross your ankles.” Both women did as they were ordered, watching as she knelt down and put the gun to the ground, then wrapped the tape round their ankles to hold them tightly together. She then wound the tape round their upper legs and the seat of the chair, so that they could only shift from side to side, before standing up and winding the tape round their upper arms and body to further secure them.

“Now don’t move,” the girl said before she walked out of the room. Mary tried to twist round, but there was no give, as her mother said “httssnhghhhdd.”

“Whthtshssdhwhnt?”

“Mhnnhh, jhhlhls – swhdhdnthfmsh,” Martha said quietly as the tears came again.

“Dhtntnchrmhmhmwhllbhfhn,” Mary said as she placed her head on her mother’s shoulder, Martha putting her cheek on Mary’s head as they listened to the sounds from upstairs.

When she came back down, she looked at the two women and then tore the end of the roll of tape free, lifting Martha’s head and then wrapping the tape round her head and the cloth sticking out of her mouth so that it stayed in place. She did the same thing to Mary, the two women looking at each other as theory binder left the house…



Tale three

Charlotte Bold walked into the hallway of her home, smiling as she closed the door and then slipped off her black great coat and hung it on the coat stand. The nineteen-year-old was wearing a white blouse, the shades of her black bra visible underneath, and a short red tartan skirt, a pair of black Mary Jane shoes and white ankle socks completing her outfit.

She also had a black and red scarf tied over her hair, a red bow at the base of her neck. She smiled as she walked towards the staircase -and then her eyes opened wide a damp and sweet-smelling cloth was clamped down over her nose and mouth. Her eyes immediately started to blur and lose focus as a fog seemed to enter into her mind, and her body started to relax…

The masked man held the cloth into place as Charlotte’s eyes slowly closed and she collapsed into his arms. He put the cloth to one side and checked her pulse, before dragging her into the front room and laying her down on the couch.

Rolling her over, he went to a bag and took out a length of white rope, then returned to cross her wrists in the small of her back and then binding them tightly together, the rope going around and between her arms as he did so. He then took a second length of rope and crossed her ankles before he secured them together in the same way, before he smiled and went back to the bag, returning with a long white cloth and smaller one which he folded into a pad.

He gently opened Charlotte’s mouth and pushed the smaller cloth in, before he rolled the cloth and tied a double knot in the middle. He then eased that knot between her teeth and tied the band tightly round her head, before he rolled her over, lifted her up and sat her on one of two chairs that were against the wall.

The front door opening and closing made him smile as he poured some more clear fluid on a second cloth, and waited…



Caroline Bold was wearing a blue patterned headscarf over her blonde hair, and a dark blue slip dress with matching short heels. She closed the door and set her handbag down, seeing the greatcoat on the coat stand as she hung her own mac up, and then saw the cloth which was dropped on the floor.

“What on earth is that,” she said to herself as she looked at it -and then screamed into the pad which was clamped over her own nose and mouth, the chloroform clouding her own senses as she inhaled and tried to pull the hand holding it in place away. The attempt was futile, however, as she soon fell into a deep sleep, and was dragged into the front room as well, before she was laid out on the couch.

He did to Caroline what he had done to Charlotte – rolled her over and bound her wrists and ankles, but in her case he pushed a folded white cloth into her mouth with the edges ticking out, and then tied a length of rope round her head to keep it in place before he sat her next to Charlotte on the second chair. The two women sat with their heads together as he looked at them, his eyes fixed on how Charlotte’s blouse was stretched over her black bra so that he could see it under the material.

He slowly reached over and stroked his hand over her chest, smiling as she heard her muffled moan, and then did the same to Caroline, before he moved his hands over their chests and moaned to himself.

“Hey – what do you think you are doing?”

He suddenly turned his head to see a second man standing there, frowning as he said ”they are to be treated with respect, not contempt. Finish securing them.”

He nodded as he fetched more ropes and knelt down to secure their legs together below their knees, while the second man took two longer ropes and walked over making a lasso with one of them As his partner moved from Caorline to Charlotte, he sat Carolien forward and passed the rope over her head, forcing her arms against her sides as he pulled it tight under her chest and then winding the rope round above and below her chest before he secured the ends behind her back.

“Take her out, and no more games,” he said to the first man, watching as Carolien was carried out in his arms before he passed the second rope over Charlotte’s body and secured her arms to her sides in the same way. He then left a sealed envelope on the low table and carried her out the back door to a waiting van, laying her next to her mother in the back before closing the doors.

“Ransom note left.”

“Yeah - let’s get them back to the hideout…”



Tale four

Derya watched, the anger clear in her eyes as the two masked women forced her daughter Ceren into the front room. The twenty-year-old woman was wearing a black evening dress and high heels, but she also and two headscarves tied over her head – a cream one with a fleur de lis pattern over her hair, and then a cream and red patterned oner wrapped round her head and neck.

“What’s going on,” she said as she looked at her mother. Derya was wearing a blue headscarf over her hair, and then a red patterned shawl with a darker blur trim over her head and shoulder, covering the front of her short-sleeved cream top like a poncho as well as her back. The two female intruders and surprised her in the kitchen and marched her into the room at gunpoint, then sat her on the dining chair before securing her wrists together behind her back with thin white rope.

One of them had then knelt in front of her and bound her ankles together in the same way, as well as round the cream shoes she was wearing, a long pleated cream skirt completing her outfit. They and then wrapped a longer rope round her upper body, framing her chest as her top and her shawl was stretched over her chest with bands above and below her breasts.

She wriggled round as she watched the masked woman now tying the same ropes round Ceren’s upper body. “I do not know - I believe they want your father to do something for them,” she finally said as the ropes forced her daughter’s arms against her sides, and then the rope was pulled tighter.

Both women looked at the two women. They were dressed in black, including the balaclava masks that covered their heads, and the knee length boots over their leggings. Ceren then grunted as the ropes around her body were tied off, and she was sat next to her mother on another chair.

They looked at each other as one of the women knelt down and began to bind Ceren’s ankles together, as the second answered a call on a mobile phone.

“Madame? Stage one complete – will send the photo in fifteen minutes.”

“What are your intentions towards us,” Derya said as the second woman secured Ceren’s legs together below her knees, and then stood up.

“Remain calm, do as we say, and you will come to no harm,” the woman said as she put her phone away, and then went to the bag, taking out a black cloth and folding it into a pad as she looked at Ceren.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“Gag you,” the masked woman replied as Ceren shook her head and clamped her mouth shut. The other masked woman shook her head and then pinched Ceren’s nose closed, Darya watching as her daughter struggled and then opened her mouth to breath.

“Better,” the woman said as she pushed the cloth into Ceren’s mouth, “Do not spit that out.”

“Whnnhhttt,” Ceren said as the woman folded a larger grey cloth. Darya nodded and said, “this is necessary?”

“It is – open your mouth please.”

“Mhmmdhnnhtt,” Ceren said as her mother opened her mouth and the grey cloth was pushed in, the edges sitting between her lips as they looked at each other – and then her eyes widening as a folded gold and black scarf was tied over her daughter’s eyes.

A folded blue one was then tied over hers as the two women tried to move, only to hear a voice say “sit still and don’t say a word.

They heard the click of a photo being taken, and then heard the female voice again.

“Mister Kaya? You have seen the photograph?

“Oh, be assured, we are quite serious – we are in your home, with your wife and your daughter r- and if we see any sign of the police in the vicinity, well, it will not be a happy time for them.”

Both women made muffled shouts as the women looked at them.

“Yes, that was them. So do you understand the position they are in -and what you cannot do?

“Good – someone will call on you in fifteen minutes. Do what they say, and all will be well. Remember – no police or any other form of security, Mister Kaya.”

Both Darya and Ceren struggled as the women said “remain calm – Madame has no desire for either of you to be harmed…”



Tale five

“Shhnhchffhehethdhh?”

Anne shook her head as she watched the masked man tying the rolled up white towel round her friend’s head, pushing the smaller towel which had already been pushed into her mouth further in. Sonya was wearing a pink sleeveless dress with a red flora print, a thin red leather belt round her waist, and a skirt that came to above her knees, as well as nude hose. She wore a yellow headscarf with a grey pattern over her blonde hair – and a wide-eyed expression as the cloth was tied tightly round her head.

Anne was wearing a longer sea green sleeveless dress with a floral crochet pattern at the back, her feet bare and a blue scarf with a black trim tied over her own blonde hair. She had been surprised by the man thirty minutes earlier, and her wrists were secured together behind her back with a long strip of white cloth that went round and between her arms. She also had a small blue towel pushed into her mouth, a white cloth folded into a band and tied round her head to keep the gag in place.

She had to watch as the man pulled Anne’s hands behind her back and secured them together with another length of white cloth, cinching the band between her arms as well to make it even more secure.

“There,” he said as he slapped Anne’s bottom, making her squeal, “both of you, kneel in front of the couch and put your heads on the cushion.”

“Whhttdhuhwhnt,” Sonya said as she knelt and put her head forward, Anne kneeling behind her as the two women looked at each other. He didn’t reply, but instead tore a white pillowcase into strips, and used them to secure their ankles together in the same way as their wrists. They looked at each other as the cloth was pulled tighter, and then felt another cloth being secured to their wrists before the other end was secured to their ankles.

“Hfhfhthsmhnnhthkht,” Anne said as Sonya nodded in agreement.

“This is not about money…”

“Hhhfjhlhhlhpsthrhsss.”

“I don’t want your money or jewels.”

The two women looked at each other as Sonya said “Whthdhuhwhnhht.” She then yelped as she felt the hand coming down hard on her bottom, and then Anne yelped as her bottom was smacked as well.

“WHTHTRHUDHHNHN?”

The slap came down again, and then Anen felt the same, before they both felt a belt as it was brought down on their bottoms, and then a hand rubbing them.

“UFHHHLHHNPHRHF!”

That brought another smack with the belt as both women groaned – and wondered why they felt both pain and pleasure at the smacks and caresses…

[Tiengag5]

Love the detailed descriptions of the bondage scenarios.

[AlexUSA3]

Ironically, the only teens I ever met who played TUGs of any serious nature (e.g. real binding, gags that actually silenced) were Amish-Mennonites...

[KP Presents]

Ironically, the only teens I ever met who played TUGs of any serious nature (e.g. real binding, gags that actually silenced) were Amish-Mennonites...

I can believe that...