The Gathering (MF/MF?)

[KP Presents]

Objects of Beauty

“I understand,” George said as he sat at his desk, “and your request will be fulfilled as soon as possible. Thank you for considering Objects of Beauty for this request, Your Highness – we will be in touch when we are ready to deliver.”

Putting the phone down, he pressed a button on a panel at his desk and said “ask John to come in please.” A few minutes later, the head of Procurement came in and said “you wished to see me George?”

“Indeed - we have had an order from one of our Middle Eastern clients – six new staff members to fulfil various roles, but he has two specific conditions.”

“And they are?”

“First, they must be mature ladies.”

“Not a problem – and the second?”

George handed John the order sheet, his procurer raising an eyebrow as he said “I see – all right, we’ll check our surveillance files, and get to work on this.”

“As soon as you can please John - he is a good client, even if he has specialised tastes.”




Rachel

The group of men and women were leaving the temple, as Rachel stood and talked with some of those who had invited her to attend as part of the inter-faith event. She was wearing a purple salwar kameez, the long tunic trimmed at the bottom with a gold and purple design which was also at the end of the short sleeves, the pantaloons gathered at her ankles while she was wearing silver flat slippers. She was also wearing a long, wide cream scarf with brown crosses printed on it around her neck and shoulders, her brown hair framing her smiling face.

“Thank you for the welcome and the invitation,” she said as she bowed, her palms together in front of her, and then made her way towards where her car was parked. She had a church management committee meeting that night, which meant she had to deal with her vicar – a man who had still not adjusted to Rachel.

Unlocking the car, she got behind the wheel and started the car – then opened her eyes wide as a damp sweet smelling cloth was clamped down over her nose and mouth. Rachel opened her mouth to scream, but that meant she inhaled and her mind started to fog over, her eyelids slowly closing as the cloth was held in place.

The black clad man nodded as Rachel’s head slumped to the side, another two men helping her out of the driver seat and laying her out on the back seat as they crossed her wrist behind her back and used a plastic zip tie to hold them together. A second tie secured her ankles, before she was tolled over and strips of white tape pressed down over her eyes and mouth.

“Take her keys,” the man said as he handed her handbag to a similarly clad second man, and clear her flat. We’ll take her in and process her…”



Debbie

As she walked to answer the ring on the doorbell, Debbie looked at themselves in the mirror. Her long brown hair fell over the shoulders of her camel sweater, while the long matching pleated leather skirt fell down over her knees, covering the tops of her tight tan leather knee length boots.

She adjusted the thin patterned scarf, which was tied round her neck, and then opened the door as she said “Can I help you?”

“Sorry, I was looking for Dennis Compton?”

“I am – Deborah Compton,” Debbie said quietly, “how can I help you?”

The man in the black overalls looked at her, and said “I see – well, I have this package for Dennis Compton. Are you happy to receive it?”

Debbie raised a sculpted eyebrow as she said “of course – bring it in,” opening the door as the man wheeled in a large packing case. As she closed the door, she said “so what is it?”

“No idea – if you can sign for the parcel here, I can open the crate for you and you can take a look.”

Shrugging her shoulders Debbie took the clipboard and signed, then waited as the man unlocked and opened the crate. Looking in, Debbie was puzzled as she said “it’s empty.”

“Indeed – but it will not be when I leave.” She felt the small disk pressing against her back and swallowed as the man said “do nothing, say nothing – just put your hands behind your back.”

“This is a robbery?”

“Just do as I say, Den… Deborah.” She slowly put her hands behind her back and then grunted as she felt the thin rope forcing them together, going around and between her arms.

“That hurts,” she said quietly as the rope was tied off, and then she saw the rope going round her upper body, feeling it force her arms against her sides. As it was tied off, the man said “in the front room, and lie face down on the couch.”

“What are you going to do,” Debbie said quietly as she walked into the front room and lay along the white leather couch, looking back as the man took more white rope and lashed it round her ankles, binding them tightly together as she tried to move her legs – only to hear the squeaking. She then felt her legs being brought together and looked back to see he had folded her skirt back, binding her legs below her knees and then doling the skirt back before she was rolled over.

“Just take my money and valuables,” Debbie said as she watched the man untie the scarf from round her neck and then fold it into a pad.

“Oh I indeed to take the most valuable things here – now open your mouth it’s time to be quiet.” Debbie swallowed again as he noticed the Adam’s apple move, and then allowed him to push the scarf into her mouth, and then cover her mouth with silver tape.

“Now close your eyes.”

“Hnnhhnphlsnh…”

“Dennis – close your eyes.” Debbie slowly closed her eyes as she felt the tape pressing down on her eyelids, then grunted as she was picked up and then sat somewhere – before she heard something slam shut and then whatever she was sitting on start to move…



Brooke

She watched the secretaries through the glass wall of her office, wondering just how much longer it was going to be before she got the call. Her dark hair was style din a bob, and she was wearing a tight red sweater, a long soft brown leather skirt and lighter brown leather boots.

The phone ringing made her turn as she picked up the handset and said “yes?

“There is a woman in the lobby who wants to see me? Who does she represent?

“I see – bring her up please.” Ending the call, she stood up nd walked over to the glass wall, pulling the blinds closed over them and blocking the view from outside before there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

“Miss Hildatochter from Do Shaul Noa Inc,” the secretary said as she escorted in a tall blonde-haired woman, wearing a black trouser suit and silk blouse with stiletto heeled leather shoes.

“Miss Ellis? Agnetha Hildatochter – my apologies we have not been in touch before.”

“Have a seat,” Brooke said as she sized up the new arrival, looking through her tortoiseshell glasses.

“Well,” Agnetha said as she sat down, and opened a slipcase, “I have some news for you – we would like to offer you the position of office manager for the new branch we are opening.”

“Well, that is good news,” Brooke said with a smile, “and where is this new branch?”

“Oh it is in a very special location,” Agnetha said as she looked in her slipcase for something, “and we wish to make arrangements for you to start there as soon as humanly possible. We will, of course cover all expenses and relocation efforts.”

“Relocation? I thought this was a local job?”

“Ah – I am afraid not,” Agnetha said as she drew the dart gun from her case and fired two darts into Brooke, watching as her eyes opened wide and then she slumped forward on the desk. Standing up, she walked round and checked her pulse, before sitting the unconscious woman up and removing from the case a roll of brown tape.

“Let’s get you nice and ready for transport when the office closes,” she said with a smile as she tore the end of the roll free, stuck it against Brooke’s arm at her shoulder, and started to wind the tape tightly round her body…

Raquel

It was Friday night and Raquel was sat on a wooden chair, looking over her shoulder as the young man used the thin blue cord to secure her wrists tightly together behind her back. She was wearing a red low-cut top with purple leaves in a print on the material, a black leather skirt, dark hose and over the knee black leather boots, the brown wig that covered her hair falling down the back of her head.

“There – nice and tight?”

“Oh yes – when you came and said Dave was sick, I was worried, but you are just as good a shim,” Raquel said with a smile as she tried to move her wrists, but they were secured together and to the back of the chair.

“So why do you book this weekly?”

“Honestly?” Raquel felt the blue rope round her waist, forcing her against the chair back, and said “I work as a cook all week – and I get a lot of stress from the job and – others. This is my weekly way of venting and letting go.”

“I can understand that” she said as he then took her left ankle to the side and bound it to the front leg of the chair with rope. Repeating the process on the other side, he stood up and said “well, as I understand it, I gag you with this black tape, and then you vent, right?”

Raqual nodded as he peeled a length of the black tape from the roll, and then pressed it firmly down over her mouth, before he said “Well, I have been asked to do two other things – if you are willing.”

“Whtstht?”

“First, to secure you more tightly to the chair,” he said as he took a longer blue rope and passed it round her upper body, forcing her arms against her sides as he wound it through the chair back as well. Raquel wriggled round and said “Hmmshnhshshndtht. Hnddhthfhrthn?”

“To invite you to take a trip.”

Raquel stared at him as he pulled the black hood over her head, screaming into her gag as he loosely secured it round her neck to let her breathe, and then opened the front door. Two more men dressed in black walked in and picked Raquel up in the chair, carrying her out as she struggled and tried to call for help…



Christine

She walked into the back room of the store, her hands in the air as the armed woman smiled, her partner closing and locking the front door before putting the sign to “CLOSED”.

“Look, just take what’s in the till,” Christine said as she stopped. The older woman was pleasantly rounded, with short grey hair, and was wearing a white blouse and a knee length black skirt with black heels. “Lock me in here, I won’t raise the alarm, give you time to get away.”

She looked over her shoulder to see the second woman open the till – and the first one drop the bag she was carrying, open it, and remove a long length of rope. Swallowing, she lowered her hands and put them behind her back – this was not her first robbery, she knew what was coming.

As the rope rubbed on her wrists, she bit her lower lip – this woman knew what she was doing, as the rope went around and between her limbs, keeping her wrists firmly together. The woman tied the ends off on top of the binding, and then she felt the rope forcing her arms against her sides.

As it was tied off, the second woman came in and closed the door. Pulling a chair over she said to Christine “sit down,” watching as the grey-haired woman did so and then taking a large black scarf from the bag, rolling it into a band.

As her binder knelt down and started to secure her ankles together, the second woman held the rolled-up scarf in front of Christine’s mouth.

“Great,” she said quietly before the scarf was pulled between her lips and tied tightly round her head, while the binder took more rope and secured her legs together, both above and below her knees, trapping the skirt around her limbs as she struggled in the chair.

“There,” she said as she tied the knot off and stood up, “now we have one further thing to take from this store Christine.”

Christine looked at her and said “Whhhtt? Hnndhhdhduhknhmhnhm?”

The chloroform-soaked cloth was pressed firmly over her nose and mouth, Christine breathing in the fumes as her eyes slowly closed, and her head fell to the side. As the rear door to the store opened, Christine was picked up and carried out, the two women following…



Tina

She opened the door and saw the smartly dressed man standing there, smiling a ssh stood to the side and said “come in John – what can I do for you?”

“Tina,” John said as he closed the door, “I have a question to ask of you.”

“Oh – and what is that?”

“The retirement option we discussed has become available – if you are still interested?”

“I see – some coffee?”

John nodded as they made their way to the kitchen…

“So when do I leave?”

“Today – the same way as the others, to protect your identity. We will ensure your estate and belongings are taken care of.”

Tina looked at John, sipping her coffee as he said “Well, I am ready – this second life is proving boring, it needs the spice I used to have in the job.”

“But you decided to be Tina, not Tony.”

Tina nodded – she was wearing a blonde wig a grey patterned sleeveless top and a short black leather skirt, with black high heels. “And the other members of the party?”

“Like you – although they are not willing volunteers, as you will understand?”

“Well, I can act the part,” Tian said, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses. “Where?”

“Middle East – are you ready?”

Tina nodded as she put her cup down and stood up, John opening his bag and taking out a large roll of silver tape. “You will make sure my family get the proceeds?”

“George guarantees it,” John said as tina put her hands to her sides, and he tore the end of the roll free, wrapping it round her wrists and body before he started to take the tape up to her neck.


Fifteen minutes later, Tina was twisting round, her body in a silver sheath from ankles to neck, as John tore a long strip from the roll.

“Enjoy your retirement, Tina.”

“Good luck with the future John,” Tina said before she was tape gagged, and John went to the door, two men dressed in black walking in and carrying the mummified woman out.



Objects of Beauty

John looked round the container, feeling the air as it circulated and looking at the six bound and gagged captives. He nodded to Tina, who nodded back before she closed her eyes and George came in.

“Ready to move out George.”

“Excellent – Tina will take lead on delivery,” George said as they both stepped out, the driver closing the doors before he got into the cab and drove off…