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Name: Ayla Judson
Known for: Acting as a young girl forced to wear diapers in the short film “Redemption” (see http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x11v80x_redemption-bedwetting-and-consequences_creation )
January 9, 2014
‘Twas a dark and stormy night….. Actually it was a warm and sunny pre-fall afternoon, but who wants to read that as the first line in a story ?
‘Twas a dark and stormy night and Doctor Charlotte Webb, villainess extraordinaire, cackled with particularly fiendish glee as her henchlings secured two struggling captives inside the closet of a huge abandoned mansion. The girls were young, pretty and defiant even as they stood there in their slips and pantyhose, hands bound with rope.
The mad doctor exhorted his goons to tie them tighter, to that end they tied the girls’ hands over the closet bar then tied their knees and ankles together. They bound the hostages together at the waist so they stood back to back unable to help each other.
“There you are me proud beauties,” the Doctor purred venomously,” that should hold you until your fathers pay the ransom I’ve demanded.”
“You’ll never get away with this !” cried Penny Pendergast, daughter of Vincent Pendergast a wealthy oil magnate. ” My father will have your heads !”
“My father will hunt you down like dogs !” added Carol Crystalheart, daughter of Cavanaugh Crystalheart, the diamond merchant. ” Detective Lisa Hammond will get you !!”
The evil doctor leered at her two bound captives, ” I wouldn’t waste time waiting for the good detective to save you. My assistants have already taken care of her.”
Back at Hammond Investigations, Lisa Hammond struggled bound, gagged and tied to her desk chair, staring straight into the merciless face of a time-bomb that was winding itself down to zero. She had gotten maybe 5 steps inside her office when the goons jumped her and played a duet on her skull with billyclubs.
Lisa planted her feet firmly and kicked out, pushing the rolling chair hard into the little table by her desk. A tiny vase on top of it wobbled, but didn’t fall. She did it again and again. the vase tottered off the edge and smashed into a thousand pieces on the floor.
“Dammit Hammond,” Debra Duche snapped,” My mother bought me that vase !” The pretty secretary stood framed in the office doorway, entirely too long, a fact that the trussed up detective tried to make known past the layers of cloth tied over her mouth.
Debra crossed the room, got a broom and dustpan and calmly swept up the fragments as her erstwhile boos grunted around her gag, nodding desperately in the direction of the bomb squatting on her desk.
” I swear sometimes I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes.” she said wearily, dumping the bits into the trash can,” After all, I have feelings too, y’know ?”
Lisa let out a long plaintive moan. Debra looked at her, followed the jerking head toward the desk, saw the package of wired TNT and promptly fainted.
Doctor Webb stood on the balcony and watched a plume of flame rip the sky. She set down her binoculars and smiled,” So much for Detective Hammond.”
Penny and Carol winced at the sudden light intruding into their prison. Doctor Webb smirked at her two squirming prisoners as they stood there tautly bound and gagged. The pretty girls mmphed quietly behind their gags, tugging at the ropes.
‘Ah poor little girls,’ she purred,” Detective Hammond has had a rather explosive accident. Now no one can save you.” The girls mmphed in feverish protest as their captor closed the door once more.
“Dammit Hammond, I liked that office. ” Debra Duche said beating the dust from he battered pillbox hat, ” Was it absolutely necessary that you blow it up ?”
“If that bomb hadn’t gone off, Doctor Webb would have sent more goons to finish us off. She shouldn’t notice that it exploded a little later than it was set for. She’s probably busy dealing with her new cash cows.”
“I thought they locked her up in the loony bin after she kidnapped those two society dames.”
“They did. She escaped and kidnapped them again. The Doc hates unfinished business.”
“So why did she come after you ?”
“Because I busted her the last time, remember ? she wants me dead so this scheme can go off without a hitch.”
“And now you are dead.”
“Or so they think. The Doc will believe I’m dead, so now I can go after her and save those girls. She won’t suspect a thing.”
“I better go with you. Those goons jumped you pretty quick, ya know.”
“But this time they won’t know I’m coming. I’ll pick them off one by one, then I’ll deal with the Doctor.”
“So you want me to just hold down the office ?”
“Ha-ha. just lay low and wait for my call.”
Debra rolled her eyes, ” Sure whatever boss.”
“Good girl. Well I’m off.”
Detective Hammond leapt into her car and sped off. She pulled her hat down another notch and set her teeth grimly. The thought of that mad doctor holding those two innocent girls hostage filled her with angry resolve. Win or lose, Doctor Webb’s reign of terror would end tonight.
Hammond pressed the accelerator down harder as she drove down a country highway toward the Doctor’s last known hideout. She might have been an evil genius, but she was also predictable. this whole crime centred around her completing the failed abduction, so it was more than likely that she’d return to the exact same locations.
Last time the good doctor had his minions kidnap the girls right out of their bedrooms as they were getting ready for bed. Some chloroformed rags clamped over startled mouths had made them more pliable to being bound hand and foot and lowered out the window to a waiting vehicle. Once secured in the car trunk, the girls were taken to an old mansion on the south edge of town.
The house had been a centre of local legend. Everything from UFO sightings to cannibalistic ritual sex murders had supposedly taken place there at one time or another. The people in the area avoided the house like the plague, so it was perfect for holding two frightened socialites captive.
Detective Hammond urged her roadster to greater speed….
Penny and Carol struggled helplessly, futilely. The ransoms had arrived by a special courier, now since executed by the Doctor’s thugs, who no longer had any use for them. They were untied, except for their hands and escorted from their closet prison down into the cellar in the bowels of the mansion.
It was low roofed and dank, with cobwebs and a musty sour odour that seemed to crawl up their noses. The girls were forced across the hard dirt floor and made to lay down on two low wooden benches. the goons brought our fresh ropes and began tying them down tightly. Doctor Webb crossed the room to a dark corner and wheeled a dark grey device over close to where they were being bound.
” Relax, dear ladies.” The Doctor soothed,” Soon your troubles will be over. I’ve attached a timer to this device. Once we have made our escape, it will activate, filling this room with a deadly gas. If it’s any consolation to you, it’s allegedly painless.”
The girls fought the ropes pinning them, moaning and struggling for all their worth. It was less than useless, they had been securely fastened in this death trap. The goon binding Carol made a final knot.
“Excellent, no go gather my ransom and prepare the car. I want to be gone in less than five minutes.”
“Sure thing boss.” the thug replied and headed upstairs. Detective Hammond smacked the back of the goon’s head the moment it came into view. the goon collapsed into her arms and she dragged her into the kitchen. Lisa grabbed a coil of rope off the floor and tied the henchwoman hand and foot. She then pulled off her scarf, folded it into a thick band and tied it over the girl’s mouth.
“One down, two to go.” the detective whispered, patting her unconscious captive on the back. Lisa hefted her pistol, readied another coil of rope and a gag and hide herself once more.
Doctor Webb paced and glanced at the cellar door. Her assistant should have been back before now. The other goon looked at her nervously.
“You want me to check it out , Boss ?”
The doctor’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her two struggling captives, lying bound on their benches.
“Yes, why don’t you go do that …”
Lisa started as she heard the slow steady tread lurching up the cellar stairs. The pressed herself against the wall, the gun raised high to smash the goon’s skull. they came slowly, cautiously. Did the Doctor suspect something ?
Hammond risked a peek around the corner and saw the derby hat and trench coat. She slipped back and waited. The figure came through the door and around the corner. Lisa’s gun came down…
The girl slumped to the floor, her hat tumbling across the wood floor, revealing long blonde hair over an ugly purple bruise where the gun hit . A white cloth had been tied over her mouth, her hands were bound, hidden by the folds of the trench coat. Penny Pendergast lay unconscious at her feet.
Lisa raised her hands as the gun cocked behind her head. The real goon relieved her of her pistol and ordered the stunned detective back downstairs. Doctor Webb smirked at her as she entered the cellar at gun point. Carol whimpered under her gag.
“Well, well, well Detective Lisa Hammond “unkilled” by the time bomb.”
“Doctor Webb,” Lisa said evenly,” I knew you were behind all this. So why kidnap the same girls ? There are plenty of kids out there with rich parents for you to pilfer.”
“I’m well aware of that, but I hate unfinished business. These little hussies got away from me and YOU got me committed to an insane asylum. You kept me from my rightful money last time Detective, so now I’m getting even.”
” You’re a f@#@ing lunatic Doctor Webb.”
Doctor Webb froze, glaring at her with venomous hatred,” Tie the Detective to Penny’s bench. Make the ropes excruciatingly tight.”
Lisa laid own on the bench as she was ordered and put her hands together in front of her. No sense putting Carol in danger. the goon worked quickly; winding ropes, knotting them, repeating the performance. In moments the detective found herself helplessly tied alongside the girl she was trying to save.
“Comfortable ?” the Doctor asked lightly,” Good, then you can share these tramps fate. I’m going to gas you all !!”
“You’re still a lunatic doctor, whether we’re alive or dead !”
“GAG HER !!” the doctor shrilled.
The goon took out a white pair of panties from her pocket, folded it and stuffed Lisa’s mouth. The Detective garbled something angry at her, fidgeting in her bonds.
“Now go bring Penny back down here and see what happened to the other one. I want to be on the road in seconds.” the doctor ordered. The goon nodded and trotted upstairs. She returned with Penny over one shoulder and dumped her unceremoniously on her belly on the floor. she tied the still unconscious girl’s hands behind her back, bound her ankles and secured the gag.
Doctor Webb set the timer for six minutes and pressed a button. The machine leaped to life.
“There. I’ll leave you three to your gaseous end. If the idea of slowly suffocating to death seems too cruel, just take deep cleansing breaths. Good-bye forever, Detective !!!”
Doctor Webb laughed throatily and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her. Lisa and Carol wriggled inside the ropes holding them, finding little purchase. Lisa twisted her hands back and forth inside the fat coils of rope. The goon had followed the Doctor’s orders too well however. Minutes ticked by.
The machine kicked into higher gear, a trickle of white gas rolled out, pooled on the floor and spilled out in all directions. A thick tendril of deadly fumes slithered across the dirt toward Penny.
The semi-conscious girl wrinkled her nose at the heavy sickly sweet odour. She moaned quietly behind her gag, hands flexing behind her back. Penny’s eyes flickered to life. The girl saw the fiendish gas flowing toward her and tried to jerk herself upright. The effort slapped her back down hard onto the floor, forcing air from her lungs. Instintively, the girl took in a deep breath and started choking.
The machine opened up full, blasting a fat cone of white doom across the floor. Penny moaned pitifully, trying to wrench herself upright, away from the floating, sliding death coming to embrace her.
the door flew open, feet pounded down the stairs. Lisa and Carol craned their heads in that direction. Debra duche stood framed in the doorway, pillbox hat tilted jauntily to one side, a gun in her right hand.
“Bet you’re glad I didn’t lie low aren’t you, Boss ?”
Doctor Webb and her goons sat bound and gagged against the far wall of the kitchen, looking more than a little unhappy. The bags of ransom money lay piled at their feet. Doctor Webb kicked one of the bags across the floor. The heroes laughed.
“How did you know where to find me ?” Lisa asked her secretary who sat filing her nails.
“Oh I hid in the trunk of you car. Once you went inside the house, i just followed you in.”
“And you didn’t let me know ?”
“Oh like you’d bother to notice me!”
“So anyway, ” Penny threw in,” could you tell us about the rescue ?”
” Sure thing, doll. I was hiding in the kitchen pantry when the boss here drags one of the Doctor’s goons in and ties her up, nice and tight. She’s waiting for the next one, but it ain’t her it’s Miss Pendergast dressed up like her, but the boss doesn’t see it and hits her anyway.”
“That part I remember.’ Penny said, rubbing the lump on her forehead.
“Sorry about that, kid.” Lisa said.
“No problem, Hammond I’ll just deduct my medical bills from your reward money.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“So anyway, the boss gets captured, right ? So I figured I’d wait and see if that wacky doctor would check on her other goon. Lo and behold, she sends up the other one. After she took Miss Pendergast downstairs she came up once more to untie her friend and I just beaned her over the head. The doctor came up afterwards and I nailed her too.”
“So what took you so long ? We could have suffocated down there.”
“Well i had to tie them up nice and tight so they wouldn’t get away…”
“And..” Carol asked.
“And I had to make an appropriately dramatic entrance.”
“Oh…. you… imposssible….” Lisa sputtered.
The authorities were summoned and Doctor Webb and her cohorts were arrested and put in maximum security. Detective Hammond got a fat reward from the girls’ fathers (minus Penny’s medical bills, she wasn’t kidding) and Debra Duche got a fat raise and her name added to the new office glass.
January 9, 2014
So I edited it. In any case, it’s almost impossible to find the original story with has typos–fixed here.
“What the hell are you doing ?”
Perhaps the six deadliest words that can be uttered when you are sitting tied back to back with the older sister of the girl who just said them. But that was the situation I was in. Lisa and I were tied pretty tightly back to back, our arms around each other, gagged with matching blue bandanas around our lips and our mouths stuffed with something very private. Jodi, her younger sister stood framed in the doorway, staring in disbelief.
It had all began rather innocently. Lisa, Charlotte and I were hanging out in Lisa’s room when Charlotte began digging around in Lisa’s CD collection.
“So, did you get that new Christina Aguilera album ?”
“Maybe.” Lisa said grinning.
“So maybe you should let me borrow it.”
“So maybe you should go buy your own.”
“So maybe I should steal it from you instead.”
“Kinda hard with me standing here.”
“Then you better draw for it, pilgrim.”
Lisa and Charlette faced each other in their mock duel. I almost expected a tumbleweed to roll across the floor between them. They went for their guns. Lisa drew first and for a brief moment, knew victory. But she snapped her arm out too hard and fast and the gun slipped out of her hand, spun counter-clockwise in the air and hit the floor. Charlotte raised her gun, grinning fiendishly as we raised our hands overhead.
Now that we were effectively her prisoners, Charlette made that point more evident by getting out Lisa’s tying stuff. she had us sit on the edge of Lisa’s bed back to back, our arms around each other’s waist. she pulled out a fat wad of torn-up bed sheets from Lisa’s stash and began tying us up.
She worked fast, tying the wrists together first, palms out, then looping coil after coil of white cloth strips around our bodies and made some fat knots. After we were plentifully tied at the waist and shoulders, she tied our feet and knees.
While we wiggled and squirmed, testing the restraints, Charlotte crouched down and fetched two pairs of panties out of Lisa’s drawer.
“Open wide, Lisa.” she said cheerfully as she presented her with the neatly made stuffing. Lisa sighed and reluctantly and accepted the underwear. It was held in place with another strip of cloth.
“Your turn Penny.” she said and I regretably accepted the underwear.
Then Jodi opened the door to Lisa’s room and all hell broke loose.
“What the hell are you doing ?” she asked as she stared at me and Lisa sitting bound and gagged on the bed. We froze. Even without the gags it was going to be hard to explain why we were in this position.
Charlotte, clever as always did something unexpected and told her- the truth.” I’m stealing your sister’s CDs, so I had to tie up her and Penny so they couldn’t stop me.”
Jodi almost laughed, ” What if they get loose ?”
“They won’t.” Charlotte said confidently,” but you see, I have a new problem.” Lisa let out a warning growl.
“What ?” Jodi asked.
“There’s another witness and I simply CAN’T have any witnesses.”
Jodi’s eyes widened.
“Oh I see.. so you think you’re going to tie me up too ?”
“That’s the idea. Stick ‘em up.”
Charlotte raised her gun at Jodi. At that moment I expected her to just roll her eyes and walk out of the room.
Jodi rolled her eyes…. and raised her hands over her head. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room slowly as Charlotte directed. Charlotte had her climb onto the bed and lay on her belly. Jodi placed her hands behind her back and awaited the first knots. Charlette fetched some new cloth strips to tie her up with.
“So this is what you all do whenever I’m not around ?” she asked as Charlotte tied her hands, palms out.
” And sometimes when you are.” Charlotte said smiling.
” That explains the weird noises I keep hearing in here on weekends.”
” Yes, we get a little rope-happy around each other by the end of the week.”
Jodi giggled,” You all are definitely the goofiest.”
Charlotte tied Jodi’s feet together next, side by side. not a complex tie-up t all. The first one never is. After that though … Charlette bent over the edge of the bed and dug around, she produced one sock and the duct tape. “MMmm….” I groaned. Lucky, Jodi, she doesn’t get a panty gag.
“Newbie,” Charlotte explained and gagged Jodi. Jodi mmphed experimentally. Charlette proceeded to tear of another strip and stretched it over the first one for emphasis. Jodi mumbled angrily at her. Charlette threw Jodi back onto her belly. The girl twisted and flexed in he restraints, air whistling through her nose.
Charlotte checked the knots holding all of us before she rifled Lisa’s CD collection. She plucked out the aforementioned Christina Ag CD and closed the box.
“You know Lisa, it would be so much easier if you had let me borrow the damn thing. Welcome to the party, Jodi. Enjoy yourselves.”
Lisa and I let out a single whine of protest. Charlette stopped in mid-exit and looked at us. She slapped her forehead, ” Sorry guys.” she said and plucked Lisa’s Metallica black album from the collection. Lisa snarled fiercely.
“”Just teasing.” Charlotte cooed, putting the CD back in place. She hated metal anyway, but it was a good bluff. Charlette pulled along pair of scissors out of Lisa’s box and tossed them on the floor far away from us.
“There ya go.” she said with a sly wink. She turned and bounced out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Lisa and I began struggling in earnest, pulling, tugging, flexing this way and that inside the cloth strips pinning us together. Jodi rolled over onto her side and watched, snickering behind her gag.
I gave her a harsh, warning glare. She just rolled her eyes then puffed out her cheeks as full as she could. the tape gave with a snap and a rush of air. Her stuffing came out as well as she rubbed the remainder off onto the bed covers. Jodi licked her lips,” Was that really supposed to keep me quiet ?”
She flipped over onto he back and slid off the bed onto her feet. She hopped across the room toward the far wall, turned and slid down onto her butt, then rolled across the carpet toward the scissors lying only 30 or so feet away.
After a few near misses, Jodi grabbed them, inverted the blades and cut her hands free. She snipped her feet loose next and stood up. Impressive, it had taken her about 20 seconds to get loose. Lisa and I made urgent noises through our gags.
“Maybe I ought to leave you there until mom gets home.” Jodi sneered.
Lisa eyes gave the look and she groaned through her gag,” Do that and you’ll never see daylight again !”
Jodi was silent for a moment then cut us loose. After that, she was one-million-questions girl. She wanted to know everything. How we got started. When we “did this stuff”; the whole thing. We filled her in.
“So this is what you guys do when you get together ?” she asked at the end.
“Usually.” I replied.
“Sounds like fun.”
January 9, 2014
My sixteenth birthday was approaching and what should have been a landmark birthday was marred by the fact that it was also my first birthday without dad who was away in Russia. Mum did her best to make the day as special as she could but although none of us said anything I know we all felt there was something missing.
In the evening mum treated us all to a meal at Solihull’s top Italian restaurant. We got home around 9:30 and checking my texts I squealed again “Oh wow. Joanna’s coming down to see me this weekend. That’s so mega. Excellent! I can’t wait to introduce her to all my new friends; they are going to love her. Hey mum, do you think I could have a slumber party Friday night? Have a few of the girls over from school?”
“I don’t know about that, I don’t mind Joanna being here, she’s a sensible responsible girl but I’m not to sure about you having a party, not when I won’t be here.”
Shoot! In my excitement I’d forgotten that mum had to go down to London Friday to sort out our old flat. A few days ago the estate agent had rung to say he now had a buyer and mum was going up to take care of the paperwork in person. She’d arranged to stay over night with Dad’s sister and wasn’t coming back until late Saturday afternoon. After much convincing and promising that I’ll look after Catherine, my younger sister, or Cate, she agreed.
I was excited now, I hadn’t seen Joanna since we’d moved from London to Solihull, though I e-mailed her often and tried to speak to her on skype at least once a week. Jo’s family had lived in the same apartment building as us and we’d been inseparable for over 10 years. She was three months older than me and subsequently had been a year above me all through school, now while I was struggling with school she was in the first term of Beauty college. In many ways Beauty college was Joanna’s calling, she’d always been far more feminine than me, constantly experimenting with make up and hairstyles. I wondered idly what she’d look like when I saw her on Friday.
Friday came and I was extremely excited both about the sleepover and seeing Jo. The house had been a bustle of activity that morning, mum had been getting ready to catch the train to London. There was a bus stop round the corner from the school, I searched through my purse and managed to scrape together just enough change for a single child’s fare to the bus station. The buses were just unloading their passengers when I got there. Desperately I searched through the crowds for a familiar face, but I couldn’t see Joanna anywhere. Where could she be?
A voice in my ear made me jump “Alright Chelle?” I swung round and there was Joanna stood behind me holding a big green rucksack, a stupid grin on her face. We hugged and kissed each other on both cheeks, and then we both took a step back and looked each other up and down.
“Chelle, you better change out of that the instant we’re at your house.” My friends always called me Chelle, alright my parents used Michelle while Cate used Mich.
I blushed, I’d momentarily forgotten I was still in my school uniform – a blue blazer, white blouse, and pleated dark blue knee length skirt along with black tights and black loafers – certainly I didn’t look anywhere near as cool or as beautiful as Joanna. She was wearing a stonewashed blue denim jacket over a pink crew neck t-shirt with ‘Miami’ in white letters across the chest, a figure hugging red lycra mini skirt, blue tights and pink mid-calf boots. Her hair was a mass of golden blonde curls loose about her shoulders, a floppy fringe hanging down over her eyes. At 177cm Jo was much taller than I was but I felt the same age as Catherine stood next to her.
“You like?” she asked giving me a little jokey twirl “I should hope so, this outfit cost me a small fortune. Feel my tights, go on, feel ‘em.” She lifted one leg and I reluctantly stroked it, it felt so incredibly soft. “Very nice” I admitted. “Pure 100% silk” She said proudly “But that’s nothing. You remember I was always scared of getting my ears pierced? Well…” She reached up with magenta nails and brushed her hair back behind her ears, large gold hoops hung from each lobe and there was an additional stud in her upper left ear.
“Wow!” I gasped “Are they real? What happened?” Jo laughed “Beauty school happened, that’s what. We did piercing in class a few weeks ago and I agreed to let the teacher demonstrate on me” she indicated the stud in her left ear “Once I’d had this one done I realised there was nothing to be frightened off so the very next day I went out and got my lobes done too.” I absently fingered the silver studs in my own ears as I explained to Joanna that had no money for the bus back to home.
“Don’t sweat it Chelle”, she laughed “I’m working four nights a week at a cinema near the college, it’s good pay too. I think I can swing to a taxi.” Joanna hoisted her rucksack up onto her back and followed me through the station to the taxi rank.
The taxi driver was listening to Radio Solihull and I shushed Joanna when the 5 o’clock news came on, my attention caught by the lead news item.”Excuse me could you turn the radio up a moment please” I asked, the driver did so and I listened carefully to the remainder of the item.”… the man who is believed to be armed and highly dangerous remains at large after escaping from prison this morning. He is described as Caucasian, over 6 feet tall with a bald head and black beard. He was last seen wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt, there is a scar down his left cheek and a tattoo of a heart with ‘mum’ written across it on his lower right arm. Residents of Solihull are warned not to approach this man but to call the police immediately if they think they see him. In other news….”
Joanna giggled nervously. “Oh great so there’s an armed maniac on the loose in Solihull is there? And to think people say London is dangerous.” I shrugged “I wouldn’t worry about it. He’s probably well out of the area by now.” Still I couldn’t help worrying. What if Cate had run into the man on her way home? She could be his hostage now, or worse…
I unlocked the front door and showed Jo inside. Cate’s jacket was hanging on the end of the banister while her ankle boots lay discarded on the floor just inside the door. I called out to her but she didn’t reply. Taking Joanna’s denim jacket I hung it up in the hallway alongside my school blazer. Joanna sat down on the stairs, resting her rucksack against the wall, and pulled off her pink boots. Kicking off my own school loafers I prepared to go upstairs and change into something a little more comfortable. First though I pointed Joanna in the direction of the kitchen and urged her to go and fix herself something to eat and drink. Halfway up the stairs Joanna called me back “Err…Chelle, I think you’d better come and see this” There was a nervousness to her voice that I hadn’t heard before so I turned round and walked back down the stairs.
“What’s the problem, Jo?” I asked “Spider in the kitchen?”
I gave an involuntary gasp as I followed her finger. In the far corner of the kitchen, half hidden behind the table was Cate. She lay on her side her back to us, apparently unconscious, still dressed in her black T-Shirt and trousers, white pop socks on her feet. We could tell she hadn’t just fainted but her wrists and ankles were bound with plastic ties. I rushed up and knelt over her, saw that duct tape had been wrapped around her head and mouth, what was more her cheeks were swollen under the tape as if something had been stuffed into her mouth before the gag were applied.
Cate lay so still I was worried she might have choked on her gag but she let out a low moan and I knew that though only just conscious she was alive. Before I could do anything however I heard a gruff voice behind me.
“Okay missy, that’s enough. Stand up and turn round slowly.”
Terrified I did as I was told, and came face to face with a bald, bearded man wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He sported a scar down his left cheek and had his right arm locked around Joanna’s neck, an arm that proudly displayed a ‘daggar tattoo. A pistol with a silencer was pressed against her head.
“You!” I said recognising him straight away from the description on the radio “You’re the man who escaped from prison.”
“That’s me” he retorted.
“What are you doing in our house?” I demanded a bravado to my voice which I really did not feel. At the same time I was walking slowly towards the man though I had no idea what I hoped to achieve.
“Don’t sweat it kid, I ain’t looking to hurt no-one, yet” His words made me flinch, I hate people using double negatives like that. I wondered what he meant by that but a moment later I found out. Releasing his hold on Joanna’s neck he pushed her towards me
“Catch your friend.”
Joanna skidded across the kitchen, her silk tights slipping against the well polished linoleum floor and tumbled into my arms nearly toppling us both over. I held my friend tightly, looked into her frightened eyes, she was almost in tears. “Don’t you dare cry” I whispered “You’ll ruin your mascara” she laughed at that and I knew if I could show I was calm she’d be okay.
“Catch,” The guy said, and I caught a small bundle. Insider were plastic ties and a roll of tape. Secure your friend like I did to the little one,” he ordered.I considered defying him but what good would that do? The both of us would probably shot or injured by him. At least while we were awake we had a fighting chance.
Joanna seemed to read my mind “Best do as he says Chelle” She whispered. Turning so her back was to me she crossed her hands behind her back and offered them up to me. Reluctantly I wrapped the plastic ties around her slender wrists. “No, another tie around her wrists,” he said, the gun pressed against me. Thus, Jo’s hands were bound with the ties in a cross like manner.
“Now, catch this, lass,” he said and I felt something cotton-like in my hands. It was one of my own knickers.
“You pervert. What are you doing with my underwear?” I asked.
“It’s what you’ll be doing hun. Now, stuff thme in your pretty friend’s mouth.”
“What???!!! You’re sick. No!” This I’ll definitely not do.
He calmly shifted his aim towards my sister and that did it. “Ok, ok, you win. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Sorry, Jo,” I said as I raised my own undies to her lips.
“All the way in” he ordered sharply. “Uh-Uh” the man reprimanded twirling his index finger in a clockwise direction as I plastered a piece of tape, condemning my friend to sucking my own under “Right round the head, just like I did with Blondie there” He indicated the still unconscious Cate. Lifting as much of Joanna’s curly blonde hair out of the way as possible I pulled the tape round against the back of her neck, then up onto her cheek again and across the first layer so her mouth was covered not once but twice. Although I succeeded in keeping most of Joanna’s hair out of the way of the tape I unfortunately managed to snag one of her large hoop earrings and it became trapped against her left cheek.
“Okay, that should be enough” I felt relieved when the intruder stopped me and cut the tape from the roll. “Wait, don’t tell me you gagged Cate with my underwear too?” I remarked.
“Nah, that’s only for you teens. I used a piece of cloth.” That was some comfort.
“Well, I guess it’s my turn now is it?” I asked annoyed that my voice was so obviously full of fear. “
He sneered “Put your hands behind your back.” I did as I was told but before he could even begin to tie me the doorbell rang. The man froze “Who’s at the door?” he demanded.
I had a fairly good idea it would be one of the other girls I’d invited over but I wasn’t going to tell him that “I-I don’t know. I can’t see from here”.
“Very funny” The man grabbed me roughly by the arm and pressed the pistol against my back “Let’s go and see shall we.”
‘The Intruder’ marched me back out into the hall and up to the front door. Through the frosted glass I could make out at least two figures on the far side of the door and for a moment my heart soared. Could it be the police? Had someone seen the man enter our home and reported it?
“Who are they?” he hissed As I’d feared it was the girls I’d invited to my sleepover. They must have met up on the way over. It seemed I had no choice but to tell the truth.
“They’re friends of mine. They’re here for a slumber party”
“A slumber party? Like a sleepover you mean? So their parents think they’re spending the night here?”
I realised then I’d said the wrong thing. If everyone thought my friends were spending the night here there was no way any of us were going to missed before morning at the very earliest. On the other hand if I sent them away it might have aroused suspicions.
Sure enough he seemed to have come to the same conclusion. “Best let them in then.” he whispered “Careful though, no tricks. Remember I’ve got two hostages in the kitchen and I will hurt them if I have to.”
Forcing myself to smile I opened the door “Hi girls, glad you could all make it.”
Jenn was first through the door. She was wearing a white denim jacket, orange shoulder strap top, cropped navy blue jeans and white trainers with white ankle socks, an orange head scarf covered her close cropped hair. Behind her was Lin 166cm tall and growing taller. She also has the most vibrant infectious personality, you can’t help but like her. This evening she’d tied her hair in a French plait. Lin was wearing a black leather bomber jacket, a low cut yellow t-shirt and a red tartan mini skirt. Her legs were sheathed in red nylons and a pair of black open toed strap ups added a good 10-15cm to her height. Leanne was behind her Last but not least there was Leanne, whose black hair is not as long as Lin’s but still falls a good 20-25 centimeters below her shoulders. Tonight her hair was loose, tucked back neatly behind her ears. She wore a white hooded fleece over a white vest, a khaki skirt and a pair of black calf high slouch boots. At 173cm she was the tallest of the trio.
I ushered the girls into the hall. Accepting the wrapped presents each gave me and placing them on the telephone table.
“Why have you still got your uniform on Chelle?” Jenn asked “I thought you’d be dressed up to the nines and ready to party.” She pronounced the last word part-ay.
The front door slammed shut making us all jump “Hello” said a voice. The girls turned around and Lin and Jenn screamed with fright as they recognised the man who stood behind them pointing his pistol at us. “Okay ladies, let’s move it, through to the kitchen if you please.” With me leading the way we walked through the hall to the kitchen where we found Cate and Jo back to back, with Jo trying to peel off Cate’s gag.
“Thought you be trying to do that, girl,” he sneered, using his feet to pry them away. He then opened up his back pack and motioned to Jenn and Lin. “Ok, shortie and you, on the floor, hands behind your back.” Leanne and I were then given similar material to bound our friends. Yet again, the escaped convict produced several pairs of my knickers for us to stuff their mouths. He must have raided my cupboard and the laundry. Pevert, Super Pevert, I thought, as I regrettably gagged my friend. Leanne was then finally trussed and gagged.
“Can I expect any more visitors this evening?” He asked. I shook my head, offering up a silent prayer that mum was safe.
“Chelle is it? Is that what your friend called you?”
“My friends call me Chelle” I corrected him trying to maintain the façade that I wasn’t scared “You may call me Michelle”.
“Alrighttt… Michelle, You’re friends may be pretty and dressed up, but you’re hot. Now, let’s go upstairs to your room shall we?”
The gun told me all I needed to know. Still, As I was forced up, I muttered, “Your quite a perverted person, using my knickers as gags.”
The gun was pushed against my back, “Silence, or you’ll get it”. I obeyed.
In my room, I was forced to my knees and like my sister and unsuspecting friends, he drew out one of my black bikini knickers and stuffed it in my mouth, sealing it with tape. What came next was a surprise: Instead of trussing me up, he reached behind and struck me on my neck. I saw stars and fell unconscious.
My eyes were cloudy and finally my eye sight returned, only to see a pitch blackness. “Mmmmpph” I cried, realising that I was still gagged. I attempted to move, but something was crushing my arms, which seemed pinned behind my back. Half a minute later, I discovered that I was in some sort of trunk, my wrists and ankles bound behind my back with the plastic ties he used on my sister and friends.
I’m not claustrophobic or anything but being trapped in the space was too much for me.
“MMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPmmmPPP!!” I cried many times. All of a sudden, as if my cries were heard, clicking noises broke through my screams and suddenly the top popped open, revealing faces.
“It’s alright missy, we’re the police,” one began and slowly, I was helped out of what finally appeared to be a car’s boot—my mother’s car. As I was freed, the story was related to me. Cate was the one who somehow managed to reach her mobile and call the police, yelling through her gag. All of them were freed and it appeared that the convict used my mom’s car as a getway vehicle, hiding my unconscious body inside the trunk.
The guy somehow was never found and while the case remained open, my friends and i made up for the “interruption” by having a proper sleepover several weeks after.
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