Happy Together (MF/fF)
Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2025 3:32 pm
Sunday
We were just sitting watching television when the man came into the room and told us both to keep our hands where he could see them. I was wearing a white top with black stripes and my old blue jeans with white socks, while Kirsty had on a white t-shirt, jeans and socks.
The man was wearing casual clothes, and looked surprised to see us, but I could also see he had taken a knife from the set in the kitchen and was holding it, so I told Kirsty to do what the man said and put my hands together on my lap, Kirsty doing the same as she asked him what he wanted. A brave thing for an eleven-year-old girl to say…
He looked at me and then tossed me a roll of brown packing tape and told me to “tie your kid up.” I felt I really had no choice, but I told Kirsty to put her hands together in prayer and used the tape to hold her wrists together. He then made mew wrap the tape round her arms, her ankles and her legs, as Kirsty smiled and said it made a funny sound when she tried to move. I then had to let him do the same to me, before he pressed the tape down over our mouths and told us not to move.
Well, we looked at each other as he left us alone, and of course we tried to talk, the tape crinkling over our mouths as we did so, but the tape held firm and we couldn’t really get our hands high enough to take the tape off our mouths not until the man came back, made sure we were still ‘secured’ and then dropped the knife before he ran off with a bag. I then rubbed my body against Kirsty’s and started to tickle her sides, making her laugh, and helping the tape to come away so that she would be happier…
Monday
“I’ll be ready in a few minutes, Mama,” I said as I came out of the bathroom and went to my room. I’m Casandra, and I’m twelve – but I love dressing like Mama and being with her. So, when I got to my room, I dried my long dark hair off and then put on my blue denim blouse, fastening it up before I pulled on my jean leggings and tucked the blouse in. The final touch was the blook red Dr Marten boots I put on, and I was ready to join Mama in her bedroom before we went out for the day.
When I went into the room, though, I saw Mama was not alone. There was another woman there, wearing a black jumper and tight leggings, while Mama was wearing a blue denim blouse with the sleeves rolled back, jeans with the legs rolled up, and red Chelsea boots – but there was something holding her arms against her sides, and as I watched the stranger was using some white rope to secure her wrists together in front of her.
She turned and looked at me through a mask and told me to come over and stand on the other side of the bed where she could keep an eye on me. As I walked past, I saw the way she looked at me, and I was worried as the estrange woman helped Mama to lie on the bed, her head on a pillow, and used more ropes to secure her legs together as well as her ankles.
She then rolled up a sock and pushed it into her mouth, before she looked at me and told me to stand with my hands together in front of me. As I did, I saw her reach into a bag and take out more ropes, Mama looking at me as she did so, and then she came over and passed a rope round my arms and stomach, pulling it tight so that my arms were held against my sides. She then used more rope to tie my wrists together, and lifted me onto the bed, Mama looking at me as she tied my ankles and legs just like hers.
Then she told me to open my mouth, and she pushed the other sock in so that I could not talk at all – I could only look at her as she searched Mama’s room and then took some things before she left.
I wasn’t really scared though because I was with Mama, we were the same, and we were together. And that’s what I really wanted as she looked at me and nodded…
Tuesday
“These are lovely cookies Mum,” Linda said as she looked at Diana. The ten-year-old girl was wearing a grey jumper with a Nordic pattern, and purple corduroy pants, while her mother was wearing a white jumper and jeans, both of them barefoot as they sat under a set of lights that were wrapped round a teepee set up in the cellar of their house.
“Thank you,” Diaan said with a smile as Linda sat across her lap, “but take your time, enjoy them.” As she did, she watched the masked man as he put her daughter’s bare ankles together and started to use a length of white rope to secure them together – in the same way he had already secured her own ankles, as well as her legs below her knees.
When the gang had come into the house and told her their intentions, Diana had only thought of how to keep Linda calm and came up with the idea of the two of them having some “quality time” in the cellar. She could hear the other gang members moving round upstairs but smiled at Linda as she picked up another cookie, not noticing the man as he took the rope between her legs and secured the ends together.
“Why don’t we take a selfie of ourselves,” Diana said, “Linda nodding as she held her camera up and put her arm round her daughter distracting her as the man began to secure Linda’s legs together below her knees. Linda giggled as she felt her mother’s head on her own, and her kiss on her hair, before she was embraced in Diana’s arms. No noticing as the man crossed her mother’s wrists at her side and started to bind them together as well.
“Have you had enough for now?”
Linda nodded as Diana said “well, the man is going to make sure your wrists are like mine, so let him do that for me, all right?”
“Okay Mum,” Linda said as she watched the man, the smile on his face as he used the soft white roe to bind her wrists together and then tied the ends of the rope round her legs as well. He then went behind Diana, her mother smiling and opening her mouth as he pulled the rolled up white cloth between her lips and tied the band round her head, trapping her long dark brown hair against her neck as he did so.
Linda looked at her mother as she felt the cloth going into her mouth as well, the band pressing on her cheeks as it was tightly tied, and then she rested her head on her mother’s chest as Diaan kissed her head again, feeling the cloth gag getting wetter and wetter as the noise continued upstairs, and the man watched both of them…
Wednesday
Fiona held her daughter against her as they sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the young couple who had walked into the bedroom and taken them both by surprise. She was in her late twenties, her dark hair arranged in two buns on her head, and wearing a long-sleeved camouflage style dress that came to her knees, as well as white sneakers.
“I’m afraid the Saturday morning film is cancelled,” the female said to her daughter “but we’re going to have an exciting time here instead.” Astrid was six years old and was exactly like her mother – her lighter brown hair in two bunches, the camouflage dress in beige and olive instead of grey and olive, and white sneakers.
“How,” she said quietly as the man opened a bag, and took out a large roll of white tape.
“Let me show you on your mummy,” the man said as he motioned to Fiona to stand up. “Watch and don’t be afraid,” she said, smiling at Astrid as the man tore the end of the roll free.
“It sounds funny,” Astrid giggled as he took Fiona’s hands behind her back and then taped her wrists tightly together before he wound the tape round her arms and upper body, making two bands that framed her chest.
“It feels funny as well,” Fiona said with a laugh as she twisted round, “want to be like me?”
Astrid nodded and stood up as the young man taped her in the same way, giggling as she tried to move before the young woman picked her up and laid her on the bed, Fiona lying next to her and smiling as she felt the tape holding her ankles together, and then her legs below her knees.
He then peeled a length of the tape away, Fiona looking at him and then at Astrid as she said, “we’re not going to be able to talk for a while, but you’re not scared, are you?”
Astrid shook her head as she watched the man press the tape down over her mother’s mouth and then watched the young woman as she took the tape and secured her ankles and legs together, then peeled a length of the tape away and pressed it down over her mouth as she watched.
“Lie still, don’t struggle, you’ll be fine,” she said, Astrid nodding as Fiona pressed her taped lips on her head and then watched her daughter wriggle on the bed, before pushing herself over and rubbing her head on her mother’s side…
Thursday
I did not want them to hurt Ayesha, but at the same time I did not want them to hurt me either – so the best thing I could do was let them tie us up side by side on the couch in the front room. We both were dressed in dark green shalwar kameez with gold trim, my kameez coming down to my knees while my daughter’s came halfway down to her knees, both of us with salwar that came to above our ankles, as well as the gold dupatta that was around our necks and hanging down our backs.
Well, my daughter’s was – mine had been pulled between my lips and passed round my head before going into my mouth again, the ends knotted and the short lengths hanging down my back. She was looking at me as one of the masked men tied my wrists together in front of me and then tied them down to the rope that held my legs together below my knees – another length was holding my ankles together as well.
“Why did you do this to Ammi and me,” she said as she watched the second man tying the rope round her own legs, holding them together below her knees. She’s only eleven, but she has a mind of her own does Ayesha.
“Well, we need to make sure you and your Ammi cannot tell anyone we have been here for a while – robbing you means the police come after us,” he said as he pulled the ends of the rope between her legs and tied them off. She wriggled her legs round, and then said, “so why are you robbing Ammi and Abbu?”
“Well, they have a lot of nice things, and we like nice things,” the man said as he put Ayesha’s hands together and bound her wrists with more rope, and then tied them to her legs, “but I need to make sure it’s more difficult for you to talk now. It feels funny to begin with, but you will get used to it, won’t she Ammi?”
I nodded – the cloth was getting damp in my mouth, and although the corners of my mouth ad been pulled back I had got used to it, so I watched as he took Ayesha’s dupatta and pulled it between her lips, then took it round and crossed it between her lips as well before taking the end behind her head and tying them together at the base of her neck.
“Hmmlhkuhnnhhnnhm,” she said as she looked at me, and I nodded in agreement, glad she was being so brave and now panicking as the one of the men sat to watch us, the other one going to join their partner upstairs. I wriggled round as Ayesha did as well, as I watched the yellow at the corners of her mouth start to get darker and rubbed against her. We were stuck here until Abbu came home now…
Friday
It was about five in the afternoon, and my husband and sons had not come home yet, so it was my fourteen-year-old daughter Rebecca and I who had to face the home invaders. We were wearing similar outfits, perhaps not the most orthodox of clothing, but we liked them. The dresses were lime green with a floral print – Rebecca’s was styled like a tunic with short, puffed sleeves and a knee length skirt with a round collar, while mine had a deep square collar and styled more like a Tudor dress at the front, and a puffball skirt.
Anyway, as is aid, we were alone when the home invaders came in – a young couple who held us at gunpoint and told us to do exactly what they said and not try and resist. Well, they had guns – did they think we were going to fight back, me and my daughter?
One of them held the gun in front of us while the other one walked behind us and used zip ties to hold our wrists together behind our backs - I could feel the thin plastic strip on my bare wrists as it was pulled tight. Rebecca grunted as she was bound – and then we were made to walk into the front room and sat on the floor watching as the young woman used more zip ties to secure our ankles together, as well as our legs below our knees.
The nylon strips dug into the flesh of my wrists and ankles, but I wanted to make sure Rebecca was kept safe, so I said nothing as the young woman emptied my handbag into her own larger bag, and then peeled the backing away from a strip of brown sticking plaster – which she then pressed firmly down over Rebecca’s mouth and chin, her eyebrows rising higher as it was pressed into place. She tried to talk, but nothing was coming out of her mouth - or out of mine as a second strip was used to quite effectively gag me as well.
I looked at Rebecca, her feet in the white sandshoes, and then my own feet in my cream sandals, before I started to mumble a prayer for rescue.
“Bhlsshdhrughghdrhllhnshphrrthfthunifrs
whrrhwhrdsthehndshrrfhfnhnwhfghhdnhss,
hdnhhhsrhrwhrdhdhdmwhfghdhdnhsss.”
I then smiled under the plaster as I heard Rebecca respond.
“Hmhhn, mhthhnhrhwhrdhdhduhwhfhlghhdnhs
chnthnhhssthrhshrhduhwhffhnlghhdnhssm shlh!”
I knew then we would both be blessed, happy together and rescued by the Almighty…
Saturday
Saturday was my day with my granddaughter, and nothing was going to spoil it- not even the masked man who surprised me in my kitchen and told me he was going to rob me before the doorbell ang.
I was wearing a white t-shirt, tan pants and whiter socks, while the man was in black including the mask pulled down over his head so I could only see his eyes and mouth. But the knife he had was very real, as he marched me to the front door and told me to let her in.
Casey is twelve and has black hair down to her neck. She was wearing a peach long sleeved top white joggers and pink socks with white trainer s- and a scared look when I closed the door, and she saw the man.
He then made us go up to my bedroom and lie face down on the bed. I told Casey this was going to be like a game for us – he wasn’t that robber, but it seemed the right thing to do – especially when he opened his rucksack, took out some rope, and started to bind my wrists together behind my back before he did the same to Casey.
He then made us both kneel and used longer ropes to fix our arms against our sides before we lay face down again and I felt him cross my ankles and bind them, then my legs below my knees. I talked to Casey the whole time, telling her we were going to be all right and he would not really hurt us – even when he bound her ankles and legs, and then pulled her ankles back and put her into a hogtie with her ankles tied to the ropes round her arms.
He did the same to me, so we rolled onto our sides and talked to each other about what we were going to do when we got free – for as long as we could, before he pressed white tape down over our mouths, and all we could do was mmph along to the music on the radio while he robbed me…
We were just sitting watching television when the man came into the room and told us both to keep our hands where he could see them. I was wearing a white top with black stripes and my old blue jeans with white socks, while Kirsty had on a white t-shirt, jeans and socks.
The man was wearing casual clothes, and looked surprised to see us, but I could also see he had taken a knife from the set in the kitchen and was holding it, so I told Kirsty to do what the man said and put my hands together on my lap, Kirsty doing the same as she asked him what he wanted. A brave thing for an eleven-year-old girl to say…
He looked at me and then tossed me a roll of brown packing tape and told me to “tie your kid up.” I felt I really had no choice, but I told Kirsty to put her hands together in prayer and used the tape to hold her wrists together. He then made mew wrap the tape round her arms, her ankles and her legs, as Kirsty smiled and said it made a funny sound when she tried to move. I then had to let him do the same to me, before he pressed the tape down over our mouths and told us not to move.
Well, we looked at each other as he left us alone, and of course we tried to talk, the tape crinkling over our mouths as we did so, but the tape held firm and we couldn’t really get our hands high enough to take the tape off our mouths not until the man came back, made sure we were still ‘secured’ and then dropped the knife before he ran off with a bag. I then rubbed my body against Kirsty’s and started to tickle her sides, making her laugh, and helping the tape to come away so that she would be happier…
Monday
“I’ll be ready in a few minutes, Mama,” I said as I came out of the bathroom and went to my room. I’m Casandra, and I’m twelve – but I love dressing like Mama and being with her. So, when I got to my room, I dried my long dark hair off and then put on my blue denim blouse, fastening it up before I pulled on my jean leggings and tucked the blouse in. The final touch was the blook red Dr Marten boots I put on, and I was ready to join Mama in her bedroom before we went out for the day.
When I went into the room, though, I saw Mama was not alone. There was another woman there, wearing a black jumper and tight leggings, while Mama was wearing a blue denim blouse with the sleeves rolled back, jeans with the legs rolled up, and red Chelsea boots – but there was something holding her arms against her sides, and as I watched the stranger was using some white rope to secure her wrists together in front of her.
She turned and looked at me through a mask and told me to come over and stand on the other side of the bed where she could keep an eye on me. As I walked past, I saw the way she looked at me, and I was worried as the estrange woman helped Mama to lie on the bed, her head on a pillow, and used more ropes to secure her legs together as well as her ankles.
She then rolled up a sock and pushed it into her mouth, before she looked at me and told me to stand with my hands together in front of me. As I did, I saw her reach into a bag and take out more ropes, Mama looking at me as she did so, and then she came over and passed a rope round my arms and stomach, pulling it tight so that my arms were held against my sides. She then used more rope to tie my wrists together, and lifted me onto the bed, Mama looking at me as she tied my ankles and legs just like hers.
Then she told me to open my mouth, and she pushed the other sock in so that I could not talk at all – I could only look at her as she searched Mama’s room and then took some things before she left.
I wasn’t really scared though because I was with Mama, we were the same, and we were together. And that’s what I really wanted as she looked at me and nodded…
Tuesday
“These are lovely cookies Mum,” Linda said as she looked at Diana. The ten-year-old girl was wearing a grey jumper with a Nordic pattern, and purple corduroy pants, while her mother was wearing a white jumper and jeans, both of them barefoot as they sat under a set of lights that were wrapped round a teepee set up in the cellar of their house.
“Thank you,” Diaan said with a smile as Linda sat across her lap, “but take your time, enjoy them.” As she did, she watched the masked man as he put her daughter’s bare ankles together and started to use a length of white rope to secure them together – in the same way he had already secured her own ankles, as well as her legs below her knees.
When the gang had come into the house and told her their intentions, Diana had only thought of how to keep Linda calm and came up with the idea of the two of them having some “quality time” in the cellar. She could hear the other gang members moving round upstairs but smiled at Linda as she picked up another cookie, not noticing the man as he took the rope between her legs and secured the ends together.
“Why don’t we take a selfie of ourselves,” Diana said, “Linda nodding as she held her camera up and put her arm round her daughter distracting her as the man began to secure Linda’s legs together below her knees. Linda giggled as she felt her mother’s head on her own, and her kiss on her hair, before she was embraced in Diana’s arms. No noticing as the man crossed her mother’s wrists at her side and started to bind them together as well.
“Have you had enough for now?”
Linda nodded as Diana said “well, the man is going to make sure your wrists are like mine, so let him do that for me, all right?”
“Okay Mum,” Linda said as she watched the man, the smile on his face as he used the soft white roe to bind her wrists together and then tied the ends of the rope round her legs as well. He then went behind Diana, her mother smiling and opening her mouth as he pulled the rolled up white cloth between her lips and tied the band round her head, trapping her long dark brown hair against her neck as he did so.
Linda looked at her mother as she felt the cloth going into her mouth as well, the band pressing on her cheeks as it was tightly tied, and then she rested her head on her mother’s chest as Diaan kissed her head again, feeling the cloth gag getting wetter and wetter as the noise continued upstairs, and the man watched both of them…
Wednesday
Fiona held her daughter against her as they sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the young couple who had walked into the bedroom and taken them both by surprise. She was in her late twenties, her dark hair arranged in two buns on her head, and wearing a long-sleeved camouflage style dress that came to her knees, as well as white sneakers.
“I’m afraid the Saturday morning film is cancelled,” the female said to her daughter “but we’re going to have an exciting time here instead.” Astrid was six years old and was exactly like her mother – her lighter brown hair in two bunches, the camouflage dress in beige and olive instead of grey and olive, and white sneakers.
“How,” she said quietly as the man opened a bag, and took out a large roll of white tape.
“Let me show you on your mummy,” the man said as he motioned to Fiona to stand up. “Watch and don’t be afraid,” she said, smiling at Astrid as the man tore the end of the roll free.
“It sounds funny,” Astrid giggled as he took Fiona’s hands behind her back and then taped her wrists tightly together before he wound the tape round her arms and upper body, making two bands that framed her chest.
“It feels funny as well,” Fiona said with a laugh as she twisted round, “want to be like me?”
Astrid nodded and stood up as the young man taped her in the same way, giggling as she tried to move before the young woman picked her up and laid her on the bed, Fiona lying next to her and smiling as she felt the tape holding her ankles together, and then her legs below her knees.
He then peeled a length of the tape away, Fiona looking at him and then at Astrid as she said, “we’re not going to be able to talk for a while, but you’re not scared, are you?”
Astrid shook her head as she watched the man press the tape down over her mother’s mouth and then watched the young woman as she took the tape and secured her ankles and legs together, then peeled a length of the tape away and pressed it down over her mouth as she watched.
“Lie still, don’t struggle, you’ll be fine,” she said, Astrid nodding as Fiona pressed her taped lips on her head and then watched her daughter wriggle on the bed, before pushing herself over and rubbing her head on her mother’s side…
Thursday
I did not want them to hurt Ayesha, but at the same time I did not want them to hurt me either – so the best thing I could do was let them tie us up side by side on the couch in the front room. We both were dressed in dark green shalwar kameez with gold trim, my kameez coming down to my knees while my daughter’s came halfway down to her knees, both of us with salwar that came to above our ankles, as well as the gold dupatta that was around our necks and hanging down our backs.
Well, my daughter’s was – mine had been pulled between my lips and passed round my head before going into my mouth again, the ends knotted and the short lengths hanging down my back. She was looking at me as one of the masked men tied my wrists together in front of me and then tied them down to the rope that held my legs together below my knees – another length was holding my ankles together as well.
“Why did you do this to Ammi and me,” she said as she watched the second man tying the rope round her own legs, holding them together below her knees. She’s only eleven, but she has a mind of her own does Ayesha.
“Well, we need to make sure you and your Ammi cannot tell anyone we have been here for a while – robbing you means the police come after us,” he said as he pulled the ends of the rope between her legs and tied them off. She wriggled her legs round, and then said, “so why are you robbing Ammi and Abbu?”
“Well, they have a lot of nice things, and we like nice things,” the man said as he put Ayesha’s hands together and bound her wrists with more rope, and then tied them to her legs, “but I need to make sure it’s more difficult for you to talk now. It feels funny to begin with, but you will get used to it, won’t she Ammi?”
I nodded – the cloth was getting damp in my mouth, and although the corners of my mouth ad been pulled back I had got used to it, so I watched as he took Ayesha’s dupatta and pulled it between her lips, then took it round and crossed it between her lips as well before taking the end behind her head and tying them together at the base of her neck.
“Hmmlhkuhnnhhnnhm,” she said as she looked at me, and I nodded in agreement, glad she was being so brave and now panicking as the one of the men sat to watch us, the other one going to join their partner upstairs. I wriggled round as Ayesha did as well, as I watched the yellow at the corners of her mouth start to get darker and rubbed against her. We were stuck here until Abbu came home now…
Friday
It was about five in the afternoon, and my husband and sons had not come home yet, so it was my fourteen-year-old daughter Rebecca and I who had to face the home invaders. We were wearing similar outfits, perhaps not the most orthodox of clothing, but we liked them. The dresses were lime green with a floral print – Rebecca’s was styled like a tunic with short, puffed sleeves and a knee length skirt with a round collar, while mine had a deep square collar and styled more like a Tudor dress at the front, and a puffball skirt.
Anyway, as is aid, we were alone when the home invaders came in – a young couple who held us at gunpoint and told us to do exactly what they said and not try and resist. Well, they had guns – did they think we were going to fight back, me and my daughter?
One of them held the gun in front of us while the other one walked behind us and used zip ties to hold our wrists together behind our backs - I could feel the thin plastic strip on my bare wrists as it was pulled tight. Rebecca grunted as she was bound – and then we were made to walk into the front room and sat on the floor watching as the young woman used more zip ties to secure our ankles together, as well as our legs below our knees.
The nylon strips dug into the flesh of my wrists and ankles, but I wanted to make sure Rebecca was kept safe, so I said nothing as the young woman emptied my handbag into her own larger bag, and then peeled the backing away from a strip of brown sticking plaster – which she then pressed firmly down over Rebecca’s mouth and chin, her eyebrows rising higher as it was pressed into place. She tried to talk, but nothing was coming out of her mouth - or out of mine as a second strip was used to quite effectively gag me as well.
I looked at Rebecca, her feet in the white sandshoes, and then my own feet in my cream sandals, before I started to mumble a prayer for rescue.
“Bhlsshdhrughghdrhllhnshphrrthfthunifrs
whrrhwhrdsthehndshrrfhfnhnwhfghhdnhss,
hdnhhhsrhrwhrdhdhdmwhfghdhdnhsss.”
I then smiled under the plaster as I heard Rebecca respond.
“Hmhhn, mhthhnhrhwhrdhdhduhwhfhlghhdnhs
chnthnhhssthrhshrhduhwhffhnlghhdnhssm shlh!”
I knew then we would both be blessed, happy together and rescued by the Almighty…
Saturday
Saturday was my day with my granddaughter, and nothing was going to spoil it- not even the masked man who surprised me in my kitchen and told me he was going to rob me before the doorbell ang.
I was wearing a white t-shirt, tan pants and whiter socks, while the man was in black including the mask pulled down over his head so I could only see his eyes and mouth. But the knife he had was very real, as he marched me to the front door and told me to let her in.
Casey is twelve and has black hair down to her neck. She was wearing a peach long sleeved top white joggers and pink socks with white trainer s- and a scared look when I closed the door, and she saw the man.
He then made us go up to my bedroom and lie face down on the bed. I told Casey this was going to be like a game for us – he wasn’t that robber, but it seemed the right thing to do – especially when he opened his rucksack, took out some rope, and started to bind my wrists together behind my back before he did the same to Casey.
He then made us both kneel and used longer ropes to fix our arms against our sides before we lay face down again and I felt him cross my ankles and bind them, then my legs below my knees. I talked to Casey the whole time, telling her we were going to be all right and he would not really hurt us – even when he bound her ankles and legs, and then pulled her ankles back and put her into a hogtie with her ankles tied to the ropes round her arms.
He did the same to me, so we rolled onto our sides and talked to each other about what we were going to do when we got free – for as long as we could, before he pressed white tape down over our mouths, and all we could do was mmph along to the music on the radio while he robbed me…