Captivepenny edited: Of Robbery and Revenge


I should have known something was up when Carol and Lisa both showed up at Erin’s that Saturday. Carol was quiet, looking around the room at various bric a brac as Lisa pawed through Erin’s CD collection, making small talk. I eyed the two blue plastic bags carol had brought with her suspiciously.

Carol walked over to the hope chest at the foot of Erin’s bed and I saw my chance. I sidled up to the bags and kicked one with my toe. Out spilled a neatly rolled coil of thin blue nylon rope.

Erin saw it and did a double take.

“What’s going on ?”
“Oh we’re here to rob you.” Lisa said casually.
“You’re what ?”
Erin was new to our games and wasn’t familiar with the aspect of the “friendly robbery.” Generally speaking the robber would come to the victim’s house and want something from them. If the victim decided not to give the item or items to the would-be robber, there would be a duel. In this case it was a double duel, with me pitting my skill against Lisa and Erin commiting to her first gunfight with Carol, our resident gunslinger.

“That’s a little unfair.” I said as guns were passed to all participants, ” It’s Erin’s first gunfight. Carol’s a shark, even Charlotte won’t duel with you too often anymore.”

“She’s just a sore loser.” Carol said smugly, hefting her gun.

“I can take her Missy Ma’am.” Erin said with a thick western drawl, tugging on the brim an imaginary stetson.

I was less than confident about that statement, but her mind was made up. Lisa and I squared off as Erin and Carol met eye to eye. We had agreed to a coin toss to determine who dueled first with the winner of that taking all.

Frankly I SUCK at the duelling thing, so I was hoping that Erin and Carol would go first and double-hoping she would win . It was a meek hope at best, but it was all that stood between us and a dozen or so tight knots.

“Heads,” I said with more confidence than I felt as Lisa flipped the coin.

The quarter pirouetted through the air and landed on the shag carpet on tails. I breathed a sigh of relief as it read tails. Carol retrieved the coin and palmed it. I had a sick feeling in my gut.

“Heads,” Erin said ,locking eyes with Carol. She grinned broadly and flipped the coin. She caught it in one smooth motion. She opened her palm.

“Heads it is,” she declared.

Erin flexed her hands nervously, the gun tucked neatly into the waistband of her cut-offs. Carol stood there, hands out to her sides, not moving. I almost expected to see a tumbleweed pass between them in a cloud of dust.

“Draw !” Carol cried. Erin’s hand flew to her gun just as Carol pressed her nose back with the barrel of hers.

“You have got to be kidding. “Erin said, pouting.
“I told you.” I said raising my hand.
“Raise ‘em high Erin.” Carol said, waving the gun. Erin did as she was told.

“So what do you guys want ?” Erin asked.
“Plenty of time to discuss that after we get you two tied up nice and tight.” Lisa said firmly.

“Yep.” Carol added, emptying the two plastic bags she had brought with her onto the floor. Inside were some coils of thin blue nylon cord and two pairs of panties, possibly her own. I hope they were clean. Lisa backed us up to the bedposts, keeping the gun trained on us as Carol hefted the ropes and the cloths. She stuffed the panties in to her right pocket.

“Hands around the back of the post,” Carol instructed. she tied Erin’s wrists first, eliciting a few complaints as she worked.

“No demon knots. ” I said flatly.
“Demon knots ?” Erin asked.

“Yeah, Carol’s uncle taught her all these sailor’s knots. She’s really good at them too.”
“I am indeed. ” Carol said smiling.

She finished tying Erin’s hands and started looping ropes around her body. She started at her boobs and worked down. She made another looping of rope and tied it off behind her. She stopped at her waist and made a complicated knot somewhere behind her back. Erin tugged experimentally and nothing moved.

“Cripes.” Erin said, squirming in her bonds, ” Can’t you guys just borrow stuff like normal people ? ”

“Your turn, Penny.” Carol said and began tying my hands behind me. I knew better than to resist her efforts. Carol had a few tricks with noose-knots that would make the ropes tighten up if you pulled too hard. she passed the ropes around my wrists five times and made a knot. She looped rope around a indentation in the bedpost and tied a knot. I could feel he fat thing pressing against my spine, caught between it and the post. with the additional loopings of ropes she was planning around my body, the knot would be trapped there.

She finished her devilish ropework and started from just below my shoulders, looping cord. she made four or five passes around me and the pole, tied a knot then moved down. like Erin, she stopped at my waist and made another big knot behind my back.

Carol bundled up one of the panties, ” Open up, Penny.” she said. I took the gag into my mouth, grimacing as she forced it in. She gagged Erin next. Erin tugged at the ropes pinning her to the bedpost.

“Nnn-mmph !!” she muttered, glaring at Carol. Erin tossed her head back and forth, trying to dislodge the underwear. I flexed my hands behind my back, feeling the ropes dig into my wrists. Erin struggled mightily, tugging at the tight circles of rope securing her firmly to the bedpost.

As we struggled firmly tied, Carol and Lisa loaded up two plastic bags with Erin’s CDs and a few other odds and ends ‘just for fun’.

“Thanks for your donation, Erin.” Lisa said with a grin.

“Yeah, next time just give us the stuff.” Carol added. Laughing, the two robbers left, closing the door behind them.

Erin looked at me. Here we were tied firmly to her bedposts with Lisa and Carol making off with half of her CD collection, and she was looking to me for a way out. I squirmed in the rope’s embrace, finding only tight coils with no leverage to use on them. Erin pulled her wrists this way and that, having no luck at all. she tried feeling around for the key knot and found only smooth tight coils of cord. Carol had tied her hands the same way she ahd tied mine, with the key knot tied behind the small of her back, then trapping it by winding ropes around her body.

“Honey I’m home !!” Erin’s mom called from down below. Erin looked at me in horror. We were about to get caught in a rather compromising position- again. she pulled furiously at the ropes, trying to dislodge anything. Feet pounded up the stairs. A hand went over the knob. The door popped open moments later.

“Honey I….” the greeting died on her lips as Mrs. Farrell walked in, eyes bulging at the sight of the pair of us tied to her daughter’s bed. we mmphed emphatically and she came over and removed the gags and wasn’t really surprised as we spat out the underwear. A smile crept over her face.

“So who did it to you this time ?” she asked indulgently.
“Lisa and Carol.” we chorused (more or less).
“What on earth for ?”
“They wanted to rob me.” Erin said.

Mrs. Farrell shook her head,” Well that makes sense to me.” she said sarcastically, ” Can’t you all ever borrow each other’s stuff without it being a damsel in distress moment ?”

“Yeah, but that’s not nearly as much fun. ” Erin said. Mrs. Farrell snickered under her breath as she looked over the various loops and knots tying her daughter to the post. she grabbed a handful of cord and tugged. Nothing happened. She picked at a few knots here and there.

“These are the damndest things I’ve ever seen.” she said, shaking her head,” I’ll have to get some scissors and cut you two loose.” she ran lightly downstairs, leaving Erin and I to discuss things.

“I want my CDs back.” Erin said grimly,” And some payback would be nice too.”
“I’m with you, Erin. Do you have a plan ?”
“Not yet.”

Mrs. Farrell came back with scissors and cut us loose. As the last bit of rope fell away she made us re-tell the whole story. By the end she was laughing.

“Now we want to get them back.” Erin said as she finished the story.
“Don’t you think enough’s enough ?” her mom asked.
“Nope. They stole my Metallica CD.”
“You mean the new one I just bought you for your birthday ?”
“Yep.”
“Well, in that case.” she said conspiratorially.

A few weeks later, I got a call from Carol, who sounded only slightly apologetic about what had happened.

“You didn’t have to tie us so mean !” I snapped, not thinking of any real reason to be so angry. We had all done this to each other often enough, it was accepted but I hated to think she was still so smug about her victory.

“Well I’ve called to give the stuff back to you.” she said.
“Really ? Then why didn’t you just come over with it ?”
“And let you set up an ambush ? No way !”
“Hmm. How about Erin’s house ?”

“Double-no for the same reason. That house has more ambush spots than you can shake a stick at. Neutral territory or it’s no dice.”

“Okay. How about her mom’s bookstore ? It’s a public place. You’ll be perfectly safe there.”

I could hear the gears turning inside her head.

“Okay. Deal. ” she said.

“See you tomorrow then ?” I offered, hoping the additional time would put her at ease.

“Sure.” she said and we hung up. I grinned as I dialed Erin’s number. She got it on the second ring.

“She went for it.” I said excitedly,” Are you sure your mom’s okay with this ?”

“Okay ? She almost insisted. She’s pretty peeved about that CD.”

“I can understand that.’ I said,” Carol’s so sure she’ll be safe at the store.”

“I know. It’s perfect, ” Erin said giggling, “What about Lisa ?”

“What about Lisa ?” I repeated.
“Better have guns ready in case she tries a fast one.”
“Already got ‘em. Loaded and in my backpack along with some ropes and stuff.”
“Cool, Better bring them over here though.”
“Why ?”
“So mom can take it in with her when she opens. If Carol or Lisa see us arriving with backpacks, they’ll bolt.”
“True. I’ll be there in fifteen.”
“C-ya !”

I wrestled the overpacked bag out from under my bed and threw it over my shoulder. On a hot day, a fifteen minute walk felt like a half-hour. The point was about to become very moot however as Lisa pulled up alongside me in her little red car, Carol in the passenger seat.

“Aw crap !’ I yelled and ran as hard as I could. the pair climbed out of the vehicle with a shout and ran after me. I dumped the pack on the ground and kept running. I felt a hand brush my shoulder. I didn’t dare look back, dodged around a shade tree , leapt a shrub and kept running. Lisa and Carol were laughing. I sensed rather than saw Carol to the left of me, Lisa to the right.

I shuddering impact ended the race. Lisa was on top of me as we hit the ground, rolling, kicking, fighting. Lisa heaved me me bodily over her hip, pinning me to the ground. She crossed my arms over my breasts, trapping the wrists. Carol stood over us, sorely out of breath.

“Well, well Penny. ” she said when she had breath to speak,” Where were you going in such a hurry ?”

They got me to my feet and escorted me to the car. As Lisa stuffed me in the backseat, Carol went back and retrieved the backpack.

” Nerf guns, rope, duct tape, and enough panties here to gag an an army !!” she cried, shaking a fistful of the stuff in my face,” Some neutral territory. You were planning to ambush me inside the store, weren’t you ?”

I said nothing, crossed my arms and sat back in a bruised sort of huff.

“She won’t talk.” Lisa apprised.
“Then we’ll make her talk.” Carol said, with an evil grin.
“Sounds like fun to me.’ Lisa replied.

Carol and she got back in the car and we sped off.

We arrived at Carol’s house a few minutes later and they bundled me out of the car. Lisa retrieved the bag full of tying stuff I had thoughtfully provided them and they escorted me into the house and down into the basement. Sparing barely a glance at her mother, Carol pressed me down the stairs and into the workroom area, Lisa behind her.

Carol pushed me into a heavily made wooden chair her father had been rebuilding as Lisa turned and locked the door. She dumped the bag at my feet.

“Are you ready to talk ?” Carol asked haughtily .
“Nope.” I said flatly.
“Good,” Lisa said smiling,” I hate it when people make it easy.”

So they set to work. My wrists and elbows were tied to armrests. A broad coil of rope encircled my waist, pinning me back into the chair. A matching one crossed my shoulders. My knees and ankles were tightly fastened to their corresponding chair legs with fat demon knots.

“Don’t gag her just yet.’ Carol said,” I want her to be able to talk- for now.”
“Sure thing. What do you have in mind ?”
“Something nasty.” Carol replied with a dramatic flourish and dashed upstairs.

“You better talk, Penny.” Lisa advised.
“Is this good cop, bad cop now ?” I asked sarcastically, “You can forget it.”
“Very well. then you’ll have to deal with whatever torture Carol creates.”
“I’m trembling.” I snapped, rolling my eyes.

Carol came back with a big metal mixing bowl. There was a big clear plastic bag on the top, but she held it at such an angle I couldn’t tell what was inside.

“Blindfold her.”  Carol commanded with a sinister grin. I flinched at that. Lisa smiled as she saw my expression change, but nonetheless fetched a length of torn cloth from the stash and tied it tightly over my eyes. I heard the bowl clang off of the cold concrete floor.

I flexed uselessly, grumbling as they removed my shoes and socks one by one. The chair suddenly tipped back.

“What are you doing ?” I asked, gasping with fright. Instead of answering, they did it. A big drop of icy water hit the middle of my right foot and I gasped.

“Ve haf vays of making you talk.” Carol said in a goofy German accent. A fistful if cold ice scraped wetly across the bottom of my barefoot. I bit my lip, fighting the icy sensation crawling up my leg.

“Do we have your attention now, Penny ?” Lisa asked. I nodded.
“Then you’re going to tell us everything, aren’t you ?” she pressed. I shook my head resolutely no.

“Dammit !” Carol spat,” Maybe this will loosen you tongue ?” She wedged a piece of ice around my big toe and began dragging it slowly across the skin. A little moan escaped my lips but I remained silent.

“She can’t keep this up forever.” Lisa assured,” gimme some of that ice !” now there were two of them working over my feet with handfuls of cold wet ice, rubbing it over the more sensitive areas of my soles, the toes the ankles. Everywhere. the problem with this sort of ice torture is it tends to numbed the parts you want to torture, so the longer they went, the less I felt. After a few minutes I felt nothing but cold.

“This isn’t working.” Carol said disgustedly.
“So what you wanna do now ?” Lisa asked.
“I say we let her go.” I muttered in a high pitched voice.

Carol laughed,” You don’t get a vote in this, Penny.”

“Let’s get Erin !” Lisa said in a positively evil tone.

“Yeah, she hates to be ice tortured !” Carol said with a dreadful laugh,” Put Penny in quiet time, we’ll drive over to her house and bring her back.”

“What if she resists?” Lisa asked with glee.
“All the better.” Carol replied.

Quiet time meant gag time. Lisa brought out one of my own panties and bundled it up,” Open wide, Penny.” she instructed. I accepted the gag reluctantly and Lisa stuffed it up, sealing it with tape.

“Mmpph-frr-bemmmph.” I muttered (roughly translated- I’ll get you for this.) Lisa and Carol packed up the rest of the tying stuff Erin and I had intended for them then went off to capture Erin.

I spent about twenty minutes in worthless struggling when I heard something. It was upstairs. footsteps. I stopped wriggling around and waiting for Lisa and Carol to come back downstairs, with Erin in tow, but they never did. they seemed to be walking around, almost in circles.

I strained my ears to listen. the door upstairs creaked slowly open. I heard someone call softly, but it was too faint to understand them. They called again,” Penny…” almost so quietly I’d never hear them. Gagged, there was little I could do to draw the caller (whose voice I didn’t recognize).

Since the ropes were meant to keep me in the chair, it might help me move the darn thing. I shoved left and right, throwing all of my body weight behind it. First the chair shook, then quivered, finally it hopped- CLACK !!

“Penny ?” Erin called from above.
I kept shaking the chair- CLACK-CLACK !!

Feet pounded down the stairs and the door flew open. Erin gasped as she looked at me,” Criminy they didn’t want you to get away, did they ?” She removed the gag.

“Nope. Carol’s used her demon knots all over the place, you’ll never get me loose.”

Erin smiled as she removed and unfolded her jack-knife,” Oh ye of little faith.” she said shaking her head. She had just begun sawing through the ropes when we both heard the front door open and slam shut.

“Crap !” I cried,” They’re back already.”
“What do I do ?” erin gasped, panicking.
“Hide !” I yelped and she dashed off into the shadows.

“Uh, gag…” I called after her. Erin stopped, spun around took two steps back toward me. The door popped open and she ducked back in the shadows once more. Carol and Lisa walked in looking very unhappy.

“Erin wasn’t there.” Lisa said, frowning.
“Don’t know where she is.” Carol added.
“We tried the shop, tried the house and no sign of her.”
I bit my lip and said nothing.

“Looks like we got back in time though, Penny. You worked your gag loose.” Carol said.

“Loose ? More like totally off !” Lisa grabbed the discarded undies out of the crack between me and the chair and wadded it in her hand.

Carol’s eyes narrowed dangerously and she looked around,” Here kitty kitty, kitty.” she called with saccharine sweetness. She scanned the basement area, probing every nook and cranny. Lisa followed her lead and they began searching . Tied firmly in place, I could only crane my neck and watch with helpless dread. If I called to Erin, the jig was up. I hoped she had found a hiding spot sufficiently deep to avoid the girls’ efforts.

Lisa and Carol poked through every nook and cranny, flipped over every empty box and stabbed unter the cumbersome workbench with broomstick before they gave up their search and came back to deal with me. Carol untied my left wrist as Lisa, under her instruction, untied my right. I swallowed in a dry throat As I considered the possible horrors they could inflict on me. Carol’s demon knots were as strong and harsh as ever, so it was entirely feasible they could hold me prisoner for quite some time.

They had just begun to work on my feet when Erin detached herself from the shadows and crept silently behind them. She winked at me as she moved closer, pressing her finger to her lips as she bent near Lisa and deftly plucked the nerf pistol from her waistband !

“Hey !” Lisa cried, turning to stare down the yellow plastic barrel,”Oh boy.” she muttered. Carol dived behind my chair and fired a loose volley of shots around my left side. Erin, quick as ever, pulled Lisa into the line of fire.

“Augh !” Lisa took two hits and fell to the floor, feigning unconsciousness.
Erin ducked under the short-lived barrage. Carol’s gun clacked loudly, empty.

“Crap !” she threw the gun aside and pressed herself tightly behind the chair.

“C’mon out Carol.” Erin teased, trying to see around the chair,”One shot, nice and quick.”
“I don’t think so.” Carol said.
“You’re out of ammo and you don’t have a spare so just come on out.”
“Forget it, Red.” Carol spat.

It was a Mexican stand-off. Carol in hiding behind my chair ( to which I was still more or less tied) and Erin, gun in hand trying to coax her out for one hit. Lisa lay there, idly scratching her nose but otherwise obeying the rules.

“C’mon Carol !” she yelled, eyes closed,”This floor is dirty.”
Carol refused to budge.

I racked my brain for some way to end the standoff. Carol was stubborn, Erin was patient, Lisa was getting dirty and frankly I was tired of being tied to this chair. I planted my fett and shoved as hard as I could. Carol yelled and tumbled out of her crouch into Erin’s line of sight. She peppered her with three shots and Carol slumped to the floor unconscious.

Erin used her little knife to cut me loose and we collected our two prisoners.

“What you wanna do with them ” Erin asked,”Tie em to the post ?”
“Done that.” I said, looking around. There were no other chairs to tie Lisa to, so that left that out. I spotted a huge wooden box standing upright far to the left of where we were and grinned wickedly.

“What is it ?” Erin asked, eyes dancing.
“That !” I said and pointed.

An old wardrobe stood well in the back of the basement so we led them over to it. It was handmade,utilitarian really, fashioned from pine with twin sliding doors that met in the center. Inside, a single long iron bar ran just over shoulder height to hang clothes on. A wide shelf underneath was meant to serve for shoes and other misc items. Some loose piles of old clothes sat on the shelf and a few hangers jangled as we opened the doors. We removed them and motioned for Lisa and Carol to take their places.

“You can’t put us in there !” Carol cried.

“Yeah, it’s inhuman .” Lisa added.

“Right,’ Erin said sarcastically,”No more so than using those fancy-smancy knots to tie us up, not to mention kidnapping Penny and stealing MY new Metallica CD.”

“Well, you were the ones who wanted to get us inside your mom’s bookstore.” Lisa defended.

“That’s right” Carol affirmed,” You wanted to meet on neutral ground and set a trap instead.”

“That trap was my mother’s idea.” Erin said, eyes hard,” she was pretty teed-off that you two stole the same CD she had given to me for my birthday.”

“Your….mom ?” Carol whimpered.

“Yep. She wanted us to get you back in the worst way and volunteered her storage area in back in case you got frisky.”

“So which would you prefer,” I asked,” a little sojourn inside a wardrobe, or a lengthy term inside an old bookstore after hours.”

Lisa and Carol looked at each other.

“The wardrobe.” Lisa stated eagerly.

” Ditto.” Carol agreed,”Besides Penny, you two can’t tie for crap.”

” Oh really !!” We chorused.

Erin and I decided to avoid the ropes and go straight to the duct tape. As we finished each part, we would pass the roll back to the other. Crossing the girls’ hands over the metal bar we wrapped the wrists together with tape. There was about a quarter of an inch gap above their bound hands, forcing them to hold the bar, further inhibiting any movement. Next we taped their knees together then the ankles.We taped the toes of their sneakers together for added security.

Lisa and Carol squirmed, testing their restraints.

“This isn’t remotely fair.” Lisa grumbled, flexing in the tape.

” Didn’t they just sing this song ?” Erin asked over her shoulder as she finished taping Carol’s sneakered toes together.

“I believe so.” I said, with an evil grin,” Let’s gag them, nice and tight.”

“Oh come on, Penny.” Carol, complained fidgeting in her bonds,” this is too much.”

I dug out some more of my panties from the backpack and tossed them to Erin. She gathered them just as I crossed back over to where We had be tying Up Carol and Lisa.

A little wad of undies in each mouth, followed by a strip of cloth between the teeth, tightly tied behind their heads. Erin grinned, picked up the duct tape once more and smeared a single strip over their disbelieving mouths. For my part, I folded two wide strips of cloth into thick, muffling over the mouth pieces.

The girls protested as well as they could through their bi-level silencers as I crouched and pressed the third layer of their gags into place. Carol, turned her head this way and that, trying to avoid the final part of her gagging. Erin grabbed her head and held her still as I pulled the ends of the thick cloth around her head and tied them snugly together.

With Carol quieted, Lisa surrendered but remained defiant. Her eyes said it all,”I’ll get you for this.” I tied the third part of her gag in place tightly around her head. With our captives soundly trussed and gagged, Erin and I got up to leave.

Lisa and Carol eyed us frantically, twisting their taped hands over their heads, tossing their heavily gagged faces back and forth, bumping the walls of their prison.

I had a wicked idea, and charged upstairs without a word. I returned later with a large familiar looking metal bowl in my hands. lisa and CArol struggled frantically to avoid their fate. The wooden double doors ground together a few moments later, sealing the two squirming captives in darkness, to silently contemplate the cold wetness of the ice stuffed inside their tops.

Erin and I went back upstairs to Carol’s room and retreived all of the stolen stuff, including her treasured Cd. We walked out of the house giggling. We got perhaps half way to her house when she suddenly reached for her waistband.

“What is it ?”

“Crap, I left my knife downstairs in the basement.”

“Left ? ” I asked suspiciously.

“Okay , more like stuck it in Carol’s top when you weren’t looking. I wanted to give them a chance. we had them pretty good, y’know ?”

“Believe me, Erin. If there’s a hope of getting out of that closet, Carol will find it, with or without your help.”

We walked on to her house, happy we had won the day.

Meanwhile, down in Carol’s basement, a metal bar clanged on the concrete floor. It had been shoved through the open hole in the left side of the wardrobe by someone inside it. A fingernail pried and pushed a little gap open before fingertips pressed the right hand door all the way open.

Carol threw herself out of the wardrobe, wrists crossed and taped in front of her, mouth gagged heavily. She plucked a folding knife out of her soaking wet top and cut the tape binding her feet and legs before she cut her hands free. She untied and peeled the layers of gag from her angry face then opened the other side of her former prison. She carefully cut Lisa out of her restraints.

The girls sat there, grimacing, gulping air, rubbing the kinks out from their ordeal.

“How did you know about that wardrobe ? ” Lisa asked,” I thought we’d never get loose.”

“Are you kidding ? My uncle built it, he used to tie me up inside it all the time. That bar’s always been loose enough to work free. that and stupid Erin stuck this knife on me. Guess she felt sorry for us.”

“Well, Their long gone by now.” Lisa observed,”but I’d love to pay them back for this anyway.”

“I know, but we can afford to be patient. We’ll wait for a while.”

Captivepenny edited: Kidnapping Carol


Lisa called me on a Wednesday with a bit of a problem.

“She’s driving me crazy! Every time I see her she keeps asking me if we’re going to do it. Are we going to get tied up today?”

I had to laugh. Lisa’s friend Carol had only just been introduced to our tie up games and she was obviously anxious to get involved.

“Why don’t we just kidnap her?” I asked. “Get it out of her system.”

“Sounds good to me. But how?”

I thought about it for a moment.

“Why not take her to the mall. Have your mom drop you off, tell her I’ll come pick you up. Just don’t tell Carol I’m picking you up. When you all are finished shopping, we’ll stuff her in the car and abduct her somewhere.”

“She’s been wanting to shop anyway. Her defenses will be down. Where do you want to make the pick up?”

“The back side of the mall, where there isn’t as much traffic. It’ll feel more real to her that way. Bring your handcuffs, and be sure to bring your gun.”

“I will,” Lisa said reassuringly. “This is going to be so much fun. She’s going to freak! Where do you want to take her?”

“Let me talk to Asha. Maybe we can use the storage building again.”

“It’s 100 degrees outside. I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“True…” I thought for a moment. “I guess we’ll have to bring her here. Mom and Dad are working and Todd is gone too. We’ll tie her up in the basement, It’s dank enough for a kidnapper’s lair.”

“Cool!” Lisa said. “Then it’s a date. Come and get us around 3 this afternoon,” she said laughing. Lisa hung up and I returned to my reading. As 2:00 approached, I called Debra.

“We’re kidnapping Carol, are you in?”

“Carol? Sure! Do you want me to be the kidnapper or the rescuer?”

“Rescuer. You still have some of that play money?”

“Sure do. This’ll be fun. Are you going to try to capture me too?”

“Of course…”

“Even better,” she said giggling. “It’s been almost a week without anyone tying me up. I think I miss it.” I laughed at that. “Just don’t let us capture you, make it real, this is Carol’s first kidnapping we have to make it fun for her.”

“I will. You’ll have to work for it, sweetie. Where are you keeping her?”

“Now THAT’S cheating. You know I can’t tell you until the ransom call.”

“Very well…” she sounded disappointed. “I’ll phone you when we have her in our clutches.” “Don’t you DARE hurt her, you fiend!” Debra threw in dramatically.

I laughed and hung up.

I called Charlotte next and got the answering machine. I left a general message for her to call back as soon as possible, then dialled up Asha.

“HI!” she said brightly.

“Hello, we’re kidnapping Carol today, are you in?”

Asha laughed for a bit.

“Are you serious?” I gave her the lowdown on Carol pestering Lisa.

She thought for a moment. “Carol? Sure. You want me to rescue her or what?”

“Rescue committee. Definitely. We’re not planning on moving her, so be ready to get captured.”

“I always am.” Asha said.

“Call Debra, she’s on the rescue committee too, you two can make plans together.”

“Debra?! Where’s Charlotte?”

“She’s out, I guess. I left a message. C’mon Give Debra a break, Asha. She can pull off a good rescue every once in a while.”

“Name one!”

“Well… this might be her first. You never know.”

“If she gets me hog-tied, she’ll regret it.”

“But you’re in?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said grimly.

“Relax, Asha, you two will do just fine.”

I hung up. The dreaded hour drew nearer and I got my tying up stuff and chose a few items. After I changed into my all-black kidnapper outfit I got my keys and headed toward the car.

It took perhaps twenty minutes to get to the mall from the house considering the traffic and such. I pulled around the back of the building and looked around. I got out a roll of clear packing tape and tore off two strips, sticking them to the dashboard. I got out the special sunglasses that Charlotte had prepared for my abduction at one time. They were cheap and all dark plastic. The lenses were painted in solid black with an indelible ink marker so you couldn’t see through them. It acted just like a blindfold but it wasn’t obvious to the outside world. Neither Carol nor Lisa were around so I decided to drive around once more.

It was almost too perfect. Lisa and Carol came out of the Sears exit, Carol had a pink plastic shopping bag draped over her shoulder. She was looking around confused. Lisa struck with wicked efficiency, pressing her gun into Carol’s side and herding her quickly toward the car. Lisa opened the back door and stuffed Carol inside then climbed in beside her.

“What are you doing?” Carol asked emphatically.

“Shut up!” I warned, “You’re being kidnapped.”

Her annoyance turned to shock and delight. She clapped her hands and hopped up and down for a moment in her glee, giggling. Lisa seized her hands and slapped the cuffs on her.

“Shut her up,” I said, passing Lisa the pieces of tape. Lisa stuffed a pair of panties into her mouth and pressed the tape over Carol’s mouth, sealing it. Just like her blindfold, from a distance it wasn’t obvious she had been gagged. Lisa put the glasses on her and pulled the seat belt up over her arms and clipped it shut, strapping her into her seat. Lisa threw the shopping bag across Carol, covering her cuffed hands and I stepped on the gas. Carol struggled fitfully under the bag and the belt, moaning through her gag. Lisa gripped her by the back of the neck. “Just keep still and you won’t get hurt.” Carol giggled, she was so happy to be in a game at last.

Lisa shook her a bit. “Got it?” Carol took on a somber look under the tape and glasses. She was assuming her role. She nodded.

We drove on quietly and I pulled the car around the back of the house. I got out and together Lisa and I got Carol out of the seat belt and pulled her into the basement. Carol actually let out a few experimental cries through the panty gag.

I dragged an old wooden chair out from under a tarpaulin and Lisa shoved Carol down into the seat. It creaked ominously under her weight, but didn’t give. Carol mumbled under the tape, twisting her hands in the cuff. I tossed Lisa a coil of rope and she started tying Carol to her chair. she made a double loop and dropped it down over her breasts and the chair back. she pulled it tight and brought the ends around her about three times before tying a knot behind her.

I uncuffed Carol’s hands and brought them around behind the back of the chair. I took out another little coil of rope and tied her wrists together, the palms out. Lisa had her feet tied a few moments later. I slowly peeled off the tape gag and extracted the panties. Carol winced and licked her lips.

“What do you want from me?” she asked defiantly.

“Shut up!” Lisa yelled. “We’ll ask the questions here, little girl.”

Carol bit her lip.

“You’re Carol Winthrop right?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Sister to Debra Winthrop the famous actress?”

That seemed to confuse her a bit. Debra?? A light dawned on her.She nodded, trying to suppress a smile.
“Well if she wants you back in one recognizable chunk, she’s going to have to pay big, GREAT BIG!”

Lisa and I laughed our best villain laughs. Carol drew back in terror.

“The cops will make you sorry for this. My sister is so famous they’ll spare no expense to get you!!”

“Shut her up!” I said, sounding annoyed.

Lisa took another pair of panties from her pocked and stuffed Carol’s mouth, slapping a piece of tape in place. Carol grumbled around the gag, twisting back and forth in the ropes.

“You watch her,” I told Lisa. “I’m making the ransom call.”

Lisa nodded sternly and I went upstairs to call Debra. She answered on the third ring.
“Hello?”

“Is this Debra Winthrop?” I growled.

“Yes,” she said, trying hard not to sound excited.

“We have your sister Carol. If you want to see her alive again, you’re going to have to pay us 50 thousand dollars…”

“Uhhh, Penny..”

“What?”

“The play money only adds up to 5 thousand.”

Leave it to Debra to kill the mood.

“Who gives a rat’s butt. This is just pretend. It’ll do.”

“Okay. You better not hurt her, her bastards!” she shrilled.

“That’s entirely up to you. Fifty grand for your sister. No tricks, no cops or you’ll get her back in band-aid boxes a piece at a time.”

“Ick!” Debra gasped
.
I had to giggle at that.

“Where did you come up with that idea?” she asked.

“I read it in a book once, The Solid Gold Kid.”

“Kay.” She dropped back into character. “I want to speak to her. I need to know she’s alright.”

“She’s alright.” I said viciously.

“I WANT to hear her voice!”
“Very well.”

I carried the portable phone downstairs with me. Carol was laughing spasmodically through her gag. Lisa turned and looked at me. She was on the floor, she had removed one of Carol’s shoes and as tickling her foot mercilessly. I shook my head. Poor Carol.

“Remove her gag,” I ordered. Lisa got up and took panties out of Carol’s mouth. She was still laughing.

“Carol, it’s your sister on the phone,” I said. That sorta sobered her up
.
I pressed the phone to her ear. I heard the buzz of Debra’s voice
.
“Please, Debra, PLEASE give them the money!!” Carol whined piteously. I yanked the phone away from her and Lisa stuffed the gag back in place.

“Satisfied ?”
“You bastards. I’ll pay you the money. Just give me back my sister!!”

“We will, just remember the deal. Drop the money off at that little red brick building across town. After we have the cash, we’ll release the girl unharmed.”

“How do I know you won’t trick me?”
“You don’t,” I said with finality and hung up. The game was now truly set in motion….

“Well, either Debra or Asha will be delivering the ransom in the next fifteen minutes or so.”
“Where are they going to make the drop?” Lisa asked.

“Behind that storage building behind Asha’s house.”
“Good, you want to make the pick up or shall I?”

“You can go. I’ll watch little Miss Perfect.”
“Kay. Tickle her feet if she gets out of line she hates that.”

Carol was shaking her head violently, grunting through her gag. She definitely did NOT want to be tickled. I chuckled and stroked my chin thoughtfully, “I’ll consider that.” I said with a sinister grin. Carol muttered something evil at me behind her gag.

“You watch your language, little missy!” I said to her.

“Do you still have your nerf gun, Penny?’

“Yep, that little one, the two shot. It’s on my desk.”

“Good. I’ll need it. They might try to ambush me.”
“Smart thinking. Asha loves to try prisoner exchanges, so she can squirm out of ransoms,” I explained to Carol, who nodded.

Lisa went upstairs to get my gun.
“The ammo is in the second drawer on the left!” I called after her.
“Thank you!” she yelled back.

That was when it happened. I turned my back on Carol for perhaps five seconds to call to Lisa when her hand closed over my mouth. Surprised, I didn’t even think to call out before Carol swept my legs out from under me with her own and she was sitting on my back. The bruising impact knocked the breath out of me. Using the coiled rope we had used to tie her in the chair, Carol began desperately to tie my left hand behind my back.

I twisted and rocked under her, but she locked her knees around my waist, planting her weight firmly on top of me, pinning me to the hard concrete. She grabbed my other hand and began pulling it behind me. I kicked, flailing with my feet, hitting her back more than once, but she scooted forward out of reach.

Despite what was happening, I was laughing. Carol had slipped her ropes and pulling the fastest role-reversal yet. I tried to call Lisa for help, but I heard the outside door close. She had gone. Carol laughed behind me, working on getting both hands tied behind me. She wasn’t tying so much as entangling them. The sound was muffled, she was apparently still gagged.

After getting my hands wound up, she stretched out and reached for something on the floor. in an instant I knew what it was. the handcuffs. I wriggled feverishly under her weight, trying to throw her off. I flipped hard to the right. Carol tumbled onto the ground. I barely managed to get my feet under me before her hand closed over the handcuffs.

I backed away from her. “Oh no you don’t!”
We were circling each other. I pulled my wrists apart in the coiled and tangled mesh of ropes she had made. They were still caught.
“Oh yes I do,” she replied after pulling her gag off.
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Uhhh…. truce?” I said pleadingly.

Carol laughed wickedly, enjoying this to the hilt. She had outsmarted me. I pulled my right hand out of the coils and knots just as she came at me.
We hit the floor pretty hard once more. Fortunately, we landed partially on a pile of mom’s old clothes that dad had neglected to box up. Carol and I wrestled back and forth, she trying to put the cuffs on me, I trying to evade the embrace of inescapable steel.

If I could keep her occupied for a bit longer, Lisa was bound to get back and help recapture her. We rolled back and forth alternately laughing and cursing as we banged into boxes, the tool table, and even the chair to which Carol had formerly been tied. I felt rather than saw the steel ring close around my right wrist. I winced as Carol pulled.

“I give, I give!” I called. Better to surrender than to have Carol dislocate my hand. I rubbed my sore wrist.
“Are you okay?” Carol asked, genuinely concerned.
“Yeah, just go easy on those cuffs. It’s die-cast metal, but good enough.”
“Sorry about that.”

“It’s alright, that was fun. So now what are you going to do with me?”
“What do you think?” she said, grinning malefically.

We got up and I allowed Carol to cuff my hands behind my back. She led me over to the chair and righted it.
“Your throne awaits, your majesty,” she said mockingly. I sat down and draped my arms around the back of the chair. Carol gathered the various pieces of rope we had used to tie her up. She untied and untangled them.

“You look shocked, Penny. Haven’t you ever had someone escape a kidnapping?
“Yeah but never so quickly.”
“You didn’t exactly tie my hands that tight.”
“It’s your first kidnapping. We save the rougher stuff for later.”
“So I was supposed to pretend I was securely tied, even if I wasn’t?”
“Well, yeah.”

Carol thought about that. For a moment I thought she might reconsider and let me loose. But she kept untying the last cluster of ropes in her hands.
“Oh well, my bad. Besides, I like this game. Charlette tied me far meaner than you all did. I was kinda expecting more of the same.”
“I’ll remember that next time.”
“I’m sure you will,” she replied smiling. “Shall we begin?”
“Sure.”

The first coil of rope went around my waist. She made three loops and tied a fat, complicated knot in front of me. So much for trying to pick that one loose. The second went over my thighs, tying me down in the seat. The knot went over to the side.

“Feet together or apart?” I offered.
“Apart. I want to tie them to the chair legs. Where are the keys to the handcuffs?”
“In the pocket of my jeans. Why ?”

“You’ll see,” she said and started tying my left ankle solidly to the base of the chair leg. She tied the right one in more or less the same way. The knot was heavy and convoluted like the one cinching my waist against the back of the chair.

“Where did you learn to tie knots like that?” I asked.
“Oh, my uncle was a sailor. He used to tie me up too once in a while. He taught me a few knots. He says they are almost unpickable.”

“Great,” I muttered. Carol was proceeding slowly, but surely, tying me in place with care. I was hoping she’d take so long that Lisa would be back and put an end to her foolishness. I pulled experimentally at the cords holding my ankles to the chair legs. Almost no movement.

Carol got up and slid a double loop of rope under my left arm, drew it across my chest, over the bust line and pulled it snug. She tied a knot back there and repeated the same, under both arms, across my chest under the bust line.

“Now I’m going to uncuff your hands from behind you,” she explained. ” I want you to place your hands on the armrests and keep them there.”
“And if I don’t?” I asked imperiously. Instead of answering, she pulled my t-shirt up exposing my tummy and tickled me for five minutes.

“Alright, alright I’ll do it!!!” I screamed.

She fished the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the cuffs. True to my word, I popped the kinks out of my wrist joints then put them on the armrests. She started by tying my elbows to the upper joint of the chair where the armrest meets the back the chair. Even if she wasn’t going to tie my wrists to the armrests (which was unlikely), escape was a very small, fleeting, impossible hope with this tie. Carol tied my wrists to their component armrests, with two complex sailor’s knots tied well back away from wriggling questing fingers.

I pulled here and there. Like my ankles, there was next to no movement, but there wasn’t any harsh pressure pinning me in the ropes either. I was simply not going anywhere.
“Now I need to gag you,” Carol said. She untied the bandanna we had used on her from around her neck.

“Please don’t use that. That’s gross!”
“I don’t have germs,” Carol replied.
“I know, but that’s been in your mouth for such a long time.”
“Alright then I’ll use the packing tape,” she said and grabbed it.
“Wait, I have a whole lot of gagging stuff in a box under my bed. You can use anything there.”
“You all are really into this stuff, aren’t you? Alrighty then.”

Carol ran upstairs to find a suitable gag from my stash of tying stuff. I tugged at the ropes, but they remained immovable. It was like being stuck in glue. The places I was tied simply would not, could not be moved. “Hurry, Lisa, hurry!!” I prayed.

I heard Carol open the door to the basement. I heard another door open. Carol screamed. There was a thump, a bang then a bang-thump. Something was half tumbling half sliding down the stairs. I could hear them laughing.

Carol and lisa’s heads slid into view through the open door leading to where I was tied up. They were wrestling furiously. Lisa strivng to bring her nerf gun to bear, Carol trying in vain keep the weapon from her. Lisa’s first shot went wide, ricochetting off the floor in front of me. One shot left. Lisa bent her wrist at a nearly impossible angle and fired once more clipping Carol lightly in the shoulder. Carol gasped, then sagged, going limp and “unconscious”.

“What the hell happened to you?” we both asked. Lisa explained first. “I walked straight into an ambush. Debra was there with the ransom and Asha came up out of the bushes like she did when we were doing that Mad Doctor game with Charlette. I heard a twig snap and pulled Debra right into Asha’s line of fire. Debra got shot three times and hit the ground. Asha almost tripped over her climbing out of the shrubs.

“I grabbed the briefcase with the money in it and ran. Asha chased me. We’ve been in a running gun battle ever since. She stopped when I reached the door. I ran into the house and found Carol in the hall way. She had a foam rubber ball and duct tape in her hands. I figured she must have gotten the drop on you and we wrestled up there for a moment. then we kinda fell down the stairs. She’s one helluva fighter.”

“I know,” I said grimly. I explained our fight as Lisa tried to pick my knots apart. It was quite impossible it seemed. Carol giggled, still feigning unconsciousness.
“Tell you what Carol. If you untie me, we’ll call off the rest of this game and you can go home the winner. You outsmarted me fair and square.”

“And if I don’t?”
“We’ll tie you up in duct tape, gag you with that foam rubber ball and make you listen to my mom’s country albums all day.”

Carol shuddered . She did it, with no small amount of difficulty herself. Once I was loose, Lisa gave her the ransom money and Carol ran out of the house, anxious to crow about her victory.

The End.

Caught Snooping

In her dreadful castle hidden in a murky ,haunted wood, the fiendish mad doctor toils in her laboratory….

Actually it was just Charlette, dressed in a lab coat and spectacles working over several beakers filled with boiling colored liquids. She cackled madly to herself. No flame was evident, she must have been using dry ice in the beakers. Of more important concern was Lisa’s friend Carol sitting bound, gagged and tied to a chair behind our friend turned mad scientist. Debra, Lisa and I formed the rescue party.

To recap: I was reading in my bedroom when I got a phone call. I picked it up on the fourth ring. It was Lisa, she sounded out of breath.
“Penny could you come over to the house , like right now?”
“Sure, what’s up ?”
“It’s … too difficult to explain over the phone, just get over here fast.”
“Sure thing.” I hung up the phone. I went downstairs, grabbed my keys, got into the car and drove over to Lisa’s house. The door was standing wide open. I had sick feeling in my stomach.

I knocked on the open door and called Lisa.
“In here,” she yelled.
I ran to her bedroom. The room had been rifled. Lisa was lying tied up on the floor with the phone next to her, the receiver was still off the hook bleeping crazily. A cloth gag was draped around her neck.

“What happened?” I asked, even though I knew.
“Charlette, of course. She tied me up and took my silver medallion. I managed to kick the phone off the desk and work the gag loose and call you.”
“Why would she take your medallion?” I asked untying the ropes on her wrists.
“Well my friend Carol had just left when I heard the doorbell ring. It was Charlette all dressed like a scientist. she said she had a new game she wanted us to try. I said fine, then she taps me on the back of the head with a little plastic baseball bat she had behind her back.”

“The old ‘ knocked on the head and unconscious ‘ ploy.” I said.
“Yep. I was kinda annoyed, but I played along. We went to my bedroom and she tied me up and gagged me too. Then she went around trashing my room before she took my medallion. There’s an envelope on the bed, she said it would explain everything.”

I found the envelope and opened it. Inside was a folded paper and a few polaroid snapshots. Lisa took the paper while I looked through the pictures. The first showed the storage building behind Asha’s house. The second was of Charlette as the mad doctor in mid-cackle. I chuckled. What a ham!

“Listen to this,” Lisa said, ‘The mad inventor Charlette Webb has escaped from the mental ward for the criminally insane. The evil doctor Webb was once an employee of the NSA before being fired for overzealous behavior”. Not content to pursue more common sorts of research the insane doctor has instead focused on a so-called super solder catalyst. With this, the fiendish scientist plans to take over the world. The doctor has been seen in this area, possibly combing for a new victim to try the catalyst on.'”

“Lisa, look at this.” I showed her the next picture in the series. It was Carol, being held in the clutches of Asha, who had a hand clamped over the girl’s mouth. Carol looked both amused and a little worried.

Lisa shook her head, “Oh great, she’s kidnapped Carol. Carol’s never played a tie up game before.”
“Well it looks like she’s about to experience her first one.” I said smiling ruefully.
“I better call up Debra and get the posse started, assuming she hasn’t been kidnapped too.”

Debra had managed to avoid Doctor Webb’s clutches and joined us over at Lisa’s house a few minutes later. Lisa got the guns out while we organized the battle plan….

This all leads us back to the scene described earlier. Charlette as the mad Doctor Webb working on the super soldier thingy with Carol tied up in a chair behind her. We were all watching through the front window, at a crouch. Charlette clearly saw us but pretended to not to. She was too busy playing her part, I think. Carol was playing hers as well, acting every bit like a struggling damsel in distress from a old movie.  Whenever Charlette got near her she’s draw back in horror, moaning through her gag. charlette continued to cackle madly, pretending to do this or that to Lisa’s necklace.

“If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.’ Lisa said hotly.
Charlette broke character for a moment, ” Where’s the fun in that ? ” then she returned to the necklace, muttering to herself.

“Well now what Nancy Drew?” Debra asked. I scratched my head for a moment. Charlette was pretending we weren’t around, but Asha was no where to be seen. That had me worried.
“If we go in the back way, will you still pretend not to hear or see us ?” I asked. Charlette paused in her “work” to nod sharply.

We pretended to sneak around the back. The door was unlocked. Lisa opened it and I heard a twig snap. Asha came out of the shrubs in back, dressed in black, nerf gun blazing.
“Stun gun!” she called firing wildly. Debra screamed and ran away. Lisa stood her ground for a fatal split second and got hit in the shoulder. She went down like a sack of potatoes, feigning unconsciousness. I was hit not long after. I staggered, but didn’t fall. Asha shot me again. I went to my knees. She shot me a third time and I collapsed.

“Relax Penny. I’ll send you the Oscar….” Asha quipped,” Hey Doctor!!!”
“Yes??” charlette said after opening the back door.
“I found these girls snooping around your lab. The third one got away though.”

“Excellent!” she chuckled in her throat, ” Help me get these two inside, they’ll make fine test subjects for my super soldier catalyst. Then go after the third one!”

“Yes doctor.”
Lisa and I acted like total dead weight so Asha and Charlette really had to work to carry us inside the building. They were alternately mad, then giggling, but they got it done. We were thrown on top of a wooden table on our backs. There was a thin layer of cloth beneath us. Lisa muttered a soft ‘ow’ beside me.

I heard before I felt the duct tape going around my wrists, which were stretched over my head. My feet were taped together next. My wrists were placed in front of me. A broad band of duct tape was stretched over us just above the bust line. Asha or whoever must have wrapped the tape five times around us and the table before tearing it off. She did the same thing below as well.

“Get me another roll, ” Asha said quietly, ” this one is done.” There was a pause before she did the same thing across our bellies, then above and below our knees and across our already bound feet. We were now solidly taped down to that table.

“Give me a hand with this.” charlette said. The foot end of the table jerked upward. What were they doing? There was a pounding underneath us then the foot end of the table dropped to the floor. Lisa shrieked and I opened my eyes in terror.

The ‘table’ we were taped to was actually a wide slab of plywood on top of some sawhorses with a linen table cloth draped over it. With the foot end support removed, it inclined like a mad doctor’s operating table. Asha shored up the other end with weights, boxes and whatever else she could find while the good doctor spoke to us…

“Ah, finally awake are we?” she said rubbing her hands.
“What are you doing to us? “Lisa asked sounding frightened, “Let us go!”
“Nein fraulien!” Charlette shrieked, “You have ..errr.. volunteered to be the subject of a great experiment.”

“Volunteered my butt!” I yelled, Let me out of this!” Lisa and I were wrenching at the tape pinning us to the table, but it was obviously no use.
We started yelling for help.

“Igor! Gag them,” Charlette cried. All Mad doctor’s assistants are named Igor, it’s in the Constitution.

Try as we might, Lisa and I couldn’t avoid the sticky kiss of duct tape being pressed over our mouths to silence us. Appropriately gagged with four strips apiece, we struggled in our bindings in mute protest to our fate.

Asha left to go capture Debra. Charlette returned to working on the soldier catalyst. Carol, who had been watching the whole proceedings from her place tied to a chair motioned for Charlette to remove her gag. Charlette untied the cloth covering her mouth. Charlette gave her some water to drink.
“You guys really take this stuff seriously, don’t you? ”
Lisa and I nodded.
“We do this stuff all the time, ” Charlette said mildly. ” Sometimes there’s a plot. This time we’re playing like an old monster movie. Other times it’s just us playing with ropes and stuff and having fun.”
“Like an escape artist?” Carol asked.
We nodded.
“What do you think? ” Charlette asked.
Carol thought for a moment.
“Well it is kinda fun. When you asked me to play your hostage I didn’t know you were really going to tie me up like this until you got out that box of ropes. I was scared at first, but then it all just helped me to be the part you wanted me to play. It’s cool.”
“So you want to play this some other time ?” Charlette pressed.Carol thought for another moment, “Sure! Do I always have to get tied up?”
“Not all the time. ” Charlette said. “If you create the game you get to do the tying some of the time.”

Gagged, Lisa and I couldn’t tell Carol the absolute truth. If Carol joined the games, she was probably going to spend as much time, if not more, being on the receiving end as we did if Charlette had anything to say about it.

“You mean I get to tie you all up as well?” Carol asked disbelieving. Charlette nodded , we didn’t. It was iffy at best.
“Then I’m definitely in!”

Lisa and I looked at each other. Charlette had recruited another girl for the game of ropes and gags.

Carol happily submitted to the gag once more, and returned to her role as the mad doctor’s prisoner. Time passed with us struggling in our bonds, grunting through our gags, as the doctor worked on her new weapon. Debra and Asha had yet to return.

An hour passed before Debra walked quietly into the building waving a white flag.
“Guys, I hate to be a party pooper, but I can’t think of a way to rescue you. I’m sorry, but can we call this one off for today.”

There were disappointed groans all around. Even Carol looked crestfallen. Asha untied Carol then all of them set to work untying us from the table. I was sore and stiff from lying immobile on that hard table. The game done, we went our separate ways.

Later that night I called Lisa. She answered on the third ring.
“Is Carol still going to play with us?
“Yep. Don’t worry, I set her straight about a few things. She’s not worried, she’s buying her gun tomorrow morning. She kept asking me why I never told her about this.”
“What did you tell her?”
Lisa was silent for a moment.
“I said that I liked having a diversion that was just mine.”

The End

Captivepenny edited: Coup Detat


It was on a particularly muggy July night when the front door of a lovely four bedroom home opened then slammed shut once more. It opened again, clumsily and a cute blonde girl stumbled onto the porch. She was 13 at the oldest, dressed in a dorm shirt, blue panties and little white ankle socks that were progressively getting dirtier under current conditions. Her hands were bound behind her back with gray adhesive tape. The same sort of tape also sealed her mouth with another pair of her panties in her mouth. They herded their young hostage into the back of a metallic purple van with tinted windows. One joined her in the back while the other assumed the driver’s seat. Jodi managed a faint groan of protest before the doors slammed shut and the van sped off.

Upstairs, inside the house her older sister Lisa struggled on her bedroom floor. Like Jodi, she too had been bound and gagged with adhesive tape and her own clean panties in her mouth. The girls who had attacked them had put Lisa in a fairly compact hog-tie using what felt like miles of duct tape.

Jodi looked over her shoulder at her two masked captors. They were older girls, taller. Under normal circumstances, friends but these were not normal circumstances. The attack had come without warning. Lisa and Jodi had spent most of the night watching TV and decided to turn in early. While Lisa got ready for bed, Jodi headed downstairs to lock the front door. Their parents were out for the whole night and they always insisted the girls keep the house secure.

There was a tapping sound at the screen door. Jodi opened it peered out. They were dressed head to toe in black, their ski masks in one hand, heavy bags at their waist. Jodi smiled.

“What are you two doing here this late ?”

“We’re here to kidnap you.”

“Not tonight, okay ? I’m kinda tired .”

“Ah, c’mon it’ll be fun .”

“Not tonight, tomorrow okay ?”

“We’ll get your sister in trouble…” the one on the right offered.

“How so ?”

“Imagine trying to explain why you’re all tied up and your baby sister is missing.”

Jodi grinned impishly,” Okay sure tie me up.”

That was the last coherent thing Jodi said before she was escorted back upstairs, with her mouth taped, an additional blinfold that to ensure she couldn’t identify her two captors to her sister.

Lisa felt a thrill of genuine terror to see her sister gagged and being guided upstairs by two ominously silent girls in black ski masks until one of them presented her with a loaded nerf pistol. She waved for Lisa to stand up. With a suppressed annoyance, Lisa got to her feet and raised her hands. The one not holding the gun moved forward, grabbed Lisa’s hands one by one and began taping them solidly together behind her back. Lisa winced as she felt the pull tight against her skin.

“So what’s the game this time, Charlotte ?”

Silence. They presented her with a 3×5 card with note on it.

“I see, very funny. But there’s a problem with that, you see she has to be home in the morning when mom and dad get back.”

The one taping her hands had moved to her arms, encircling her arms and torso in tight constraining bands of silver tape. Another card was held up in front of her face.

Lisa twisted in her restraints. By now it was too late though, her hands and arms were rendered useless by the tape. The second kidnapper helped push Lisa on her knees on the floor and while the one taped her feet and knees together, the other applied a tape gag over Lisa’s panty-filled mouth. A second layer was added to make her truly silent while they compressed her into a fairly potent duct tape hog-tie. Once Lisa was secured, they took Jodi with them without uttering another word.

Some fairly diligent struggling had snapped the bands holding Lisa’s hands close to her feet, leaving her still bound at hands, feet arms and legs. Lisa rolled around in the dark, inching her strictly bound body over toward the bed. underneath was her box of tying stuff and a pair of scissors were wedged in the top. lisa got her legs under the bed and after a few minutes wriggling, she got her knees around the box and pulled her feet toward her butt.

The box caught on the bed frame the slid out from under it. Lisa kicked the box viciously, knocking it sideways. She got her toes under the lid and flipped it across the room. A sliver of moonlight caught the gleam of sharp steel. Lisa flipped rolled and pressed herself backward, scrabbling for the scissors.

Her index finger hooked an oblong of of metal and she dragged it toward her. After a bit of fidgeting, she had the scissors in place and began the slow delicate process of clipping herself loose.

Meanwhile Jodi sat in the back of a moving van tautly bound and gagged. Her feet were taped together now and a few wraps of tape added to her torso, pinning her arms at her sides. Jodi squirmed around as the van rolled on down the road and made a sharp turn. By the lights coming across the windshield, Jodi sensed they were headed toward the highway. the vehicle lurched up a ramp, paused and made another turn. A figure in the dark slid into her, mmphing quietly around her panty gag. Whoever it was they must have been wearing a whole lot of gag because they barely made a sound even when they were close enough for her to hear.

A street light illuminated the scene. There were two other girls sitting on the floor bound with tape. Like Jodi, they were dressed for bed, unlike her however each wore what looked like a pillowcase over their heads which was fixed under their chins with big safety pins. A wide fat lump above the tight fitting cloth suggested the heavy gags silencing the two prisoners.

Jodi made a querying noise at her captor in the back of the van, who said nothing but instead readied a similar pillowcase for her head. Jodi launched herself back, shaking her head, but the girl simply grabbed her ankle and dragged her back. She twisted Jodi around into her lap and stuffed the pillowcase over her head.

‘You’ve seen enough kid.” the girl said curtly as she brought the fabric together and pinned it under Jodi’s chin. Hooded and gagged, Jodi was pushed alongside the other hostages as the van moved steadily on.

Lisa wrenched the last of the tape off and untied her gag. She peeled off the layer of tape underneath and spat out the panties. she moved quickly to the window, grimacing. Nothing out there. she had faintly heard a vehicle pull away so either they left by foot and it was a coincidence or they had a get away car.

Lisa stuffed herself into a skirt, pantyhose and a t-shirt and put on her sneakers. She loaded her nerf gun and packed some extra loads in a small fanny pack. It had taken about fifteen minutes for her to get loose so Jodi’s kidnappers had more than a little head start. She charged down the stairs and out the door.

Lisa checked her watch. Kidnapping Jodi so late at night had all but eliminated using the phone to find out who took her, so Lisa determined to employ a bit of catburgulary to investigate. It was still summer so late night visits between friends were expected more or less. Since her friends all lived within a few blocks of each other, travelling by night would also not be viewed as suspicious by the authorities.

Lisa pressed off toward Asha’s house which was closer and all lit up like a Christmas tree. there were no cars in the drive, which meant that at least most of the family was out. Lisa hoped Asha was still home as she picked up a small stone off the ground and hurled it at her window. Lisa did so again. And again. Nothing.

Lisa slipped quietly up to the door and knocked. There was no answer so she popped the door open and looked around. There was no one home, but she heard music coming from Asha’s upstairs bedroom. with s inking feeling, Lisa climbed the stairs carefully, silently. The music got louder as she got close to Asha’s closed bedroom door. Lisa put her hand on the panel and felt the volume hammering on the opposite side. She gripped the knob gently and turned it.

Lisa peered around the corner to find her friend struggling bound and gagged on her bed. Asha had been tied spread-eagle, a thick whit cloth tied over her mouth. The volume on the stereo had been turned sky-high so that the pictures practically shook off the walls. Lisa quickly turned the music down and ran to Asha’s side. The pretty blonde mmphed emphatically around her gag. Lisa pulled off the outer cloth and revealed a second gag layer of duct tape underneath. Lisa carefully removed the tape. Asha wet her lips, gasping for breath.

“It’s a trap !” she cried.

Lisa felt rather than heard the board creak behind her moment before a yellow plastic baseball bat slapped the back of her head.

Lisa looked over her shoulder at the dark clad girl behind her and collapsed on the floor. By the rules, she had been knocked unconscious and had to play the part. The girl behind her stepped forward to re-gag Asha.

“It’s Pen-mpph.’ Asha garbled just before new duct tape could be pressed over her mouth. the second layer of gag was tied back in place. Asha growled, shaking her bound hands in frustration.

“Who talked you into this, Penny? Was it Charlette ?”
The figure moving refused to answer but stepped behind her instead.

“Where’s my sister ?” Lisa dared to ask.

“Shhhh…” the masked girl rasped as she pulled a short coil of rope out of the back of her belt. Lisa’s hands were pulled behind her back and tied firmly together. A silky light blue scarf was tied across her mouth. Her new captor pulled her up to her feet and pressed her back against the bedpost by Asha’s feet. She dug out another piece of rope and wrapped it around Lisa’s waist and torso. She made a knot over her left shoulder. Lisa pulled, shaking the bed but failing to move the ropes.

With Lisa and Asha captured, the figure strolled over the stereo and turned the volume up again. She waved farewell to the struggling pair and left them to their thoughts.
Jodi felt the van come to a halt. A door opened and closed. Her captors giggled.
“Did you get her ?”
“Yep. Tied her to the bed and gagged her with the music up as loud as it will go. If they don’t get out…”
“They ?”
“Dammit, Lisa must have pried her way out of that duct tape !”
“Yeah, she came in for the big rescue, so I hid in Asha’s closet and clopped her over the head with that hollow bat she has in there. Asha tried to tell her it was Penny doing it, so I gagged her again to make it look real. Lisa probably bought it.’

“Good. So who’s next ?”
“Oh like you don’t know.” the driver said.
The other girls laughed.
” Right, right.”

” So what do you want to do with these three ?”
” Ah, we’re saving them for the grand finale.”
” Which is ?”
” Wouldn’t you like to know ?”

The van rolled on.

Lisa twisted herself left and right trying to pull her hands loose from the ropes. Asha flexed, arching her back, tugging mightily  but failed to loosen anything. Lisa found a center knot just over her right wrist and fumbled at it. Penny or whoever had tied them up had made a mistake she could profit from. Lisa reversed strategy and pressed her wrist tightly together trying to squeeze another millimeter of slack from the ropes.

The knot drooped down just barely and lisa hooked her index fingernail into it and began the slow process of working it apart. For such a cunning trap, this was a pretty simple escape. Obviously whoever was behind this whole mess was trying to blow their cover and reveal the games. Lisa grunted in frustration as the knot held.

The van stopped. Feet shuffled. A door was opened. Someone to the left of her shrieked into her gag as she was lifted to her feet and escorted out of the van. There was a second muffled outcry before gloved hands gripped her shoulders and directed her out of the van. With the pillowcases over their heads, Jodi and the others could only guess at their location. A dog barked crazily in the distance. Their captors pulled the girls up a slope and a sidewalk before pressing them against a brick wall.

Hurried footsteps. Scuffling sounds.

“It’s all clear, Charlotte’s alone.”

The three girls laughed with evil anticipation.

“The coup de tat.” one of them said.

Jodi recognized Debra’s voice.

” You two get up inside the house and I’ll hold them here. After you’ve grabbed Charlette, let me know. I’ll bring them up and we’ll have a regular rope and gag festival !”

The other two chuckled in the base of their throats before they trotted of. A door was pressed quietly open. Debra herded her captives into a shadowy corner to await the sign.
Lisa untied Asha’s gag and peeled the duct tape off. She got the girl untied in record time,” So Penny tied you up ?”

“I think so. I just saw some blonde hair.”
“That could be Carol or hell, even Jodi for all we know.”
“You mean she’s caught up in this too ?”
“The first one kidnapped. They tied me up and took her.”
“As far as we know, she’s the first.”
“What do you mean as far as we know?”
“Well assuming Penny wasn’t the one who got to me, how do we know where she is ?”

Two dark clad girls forced Charlotte and I to our knees. Our hands were already bound behind us with duct tape, our feet likewise bound together as well. They had come in like catburgulars. I had just finished in the bathroom when a small hand clamped over my mouth in the dark, stifling my startled shriek. I was pinned against a wall so my hands could be taped behind me and then forced into Charlotte’s room.

“Look out !!’ I cried as my captors sprang at her. She put up a hell of a fight before they tackled her, pinned her on the bed and taped her wrists behind her back. They pulled our heads back one by one and layered red duct tape over our mouths. Charlette shook free of their grip and landed on her butt on the floor. She launched an angry double kick at them. They laughed. Judging by the voices it had to be Charlotte’s cousins, Brianna and Sara.

One of them flicked the lights on and off. Debra, outside and down below saw the flashing lights and began escorting Jodi and the other captives up inside the house. I heard the slow shuffling steps and tensed immediately. The door flicked open and in walked three bound prisoners with pillowcases pinned over their heads. They were well-tied with tape. Their escort pressed them each into a sitting position on the floor which they achieved clumsily. The captives moaned behind their gags.

Our captors looked at each other giggling.

” Should I ?” Debra teased.

She went to each captive and unpinned the pillowcases. She removed them one by one with flourish revealing Carol, Jodi and (to my shock) Angela. The girls blinked at the sudden light, surveying their new situation. Angela and Carol were gagged quite tightly with with circles of layered gauze around their heads, taped in place on the right or left cheek. The gauze pressed so tightly, their cheeks were flushed. Jodi had a thickly folded white cloth tied over her mouth. It wasn’t nearly so tight as the other girls but it was just as silencing.

We were herded together at the base of Charlette’s bed so were were easier to keep an eye on. Debra, Brianna and Sara removed their hoods. They taped our feet together, literally. Mine were taped with Jodi to my right and Charlette to my left. Angela and Carol had their feet taped to each other as well. Debra folded two of the pillowcases and tied them over Charlette’s and mine’s taped mouths. Charlette muttered something ugly at her.

” Shut up, Charlette.” Debra said, kicking her feet. Charlette flexed her bound hands behind her back, the tape creaked but didn’t give an inch. She was mad as hell but helpless to do anything about it.

“Do we have anymore duct tape ?” Brianna asked, ” Let’s get them really taped up.”

Gagged protests and angry struggles all around at that suggestion.

“I’m sure Charlette has some more in her collection.” Sara said.

Brianna went to Charlette’s cache of tying stuff and started digging around. She tossed out one… two… three fat rolls of silver gray tape onto the floor at our feet. Debra and the other girls laughed as their bound hostages squirmed fitfully on the floor, swapping desperate looks.

Lisa ran back to Asha looking upset.
” What’s up ?”
” Penny isn’t home. Her mom said she was spending the night at Charlette’s house.”
” So she is behind this.” Asha cried.
” Maybe, but there’s something interesting. She said Brianna came looking for her around 9 or so tonight.”
” Brianna ? Charlette’s cousin ? ”
” Yeah, it must have been Bree and Sara who nailed Jodi and me tonight.’
” So who got me ? I mean if they were looking to kidnap Penny at 9 from here, and she was at Charlette’s this whole time, that means she couldn’t have been at my house to tie me up.”
“Yeah, well look at it logically. We know that Bree and Sara are in on it. You said you saw blonde hair…”
“Think I saw blonde hair.”

” Whatever, blonde hair which leads me to Carol.”
” But Carol likes to use rope and she’d never make a mistake to let you escape like she did.’
” Unless she wanted us to escape.”
” True, but..”
” Beats me then, let’s get the guns and get over to Charlette’s”
” Sure sure.”

Lisa hopped in the car and they sped back to her house.
At Charlette’s, there were four girls lying at the foot of her bed partially mummified in duct tape from the shoulders down. We made them work for it though. Sara and Bree sat rubbing bruises here and there from well-placed kicks. There was so much tape it was hard to tell where one of us began and the other ended. The only thing that differentiated us were four bobbing, twisting half-faces over tight heavy white gags. The tape popped and squeaked with every move (what little movement was left to us.)

Debra tore off the last of the tape securing my feet to Charlette and Jodi’s. she tossed the spent roll over on the floor, looked at us and smirked,” I suppose you’re all wondering why we brought you here today.” she started with a dreadful laugh.

Lisa and Asha moved quietly around Charlotte’s house. There were hardly any lights on inside and there was metallic purple van parked in the drive. That meant Charlotte’s cousins were involved too, whether as captors or hostages would be determined when they got inside. They crept around to the back side of the hose. Asha made her way over to the cellar door and tried the knob. it was unlocked.

The girls went inside and hit their flashlights. Lisa shined her beam here and there blazing a trail to the inside basement door. If the door was locked, they’d have to try their assault from he front door and that was a losing proposition. Charlotte and her cousins knew the house too well and if they were in collaboration, they’d capture them pretty quickly.

“Lisa, over here.” Asha called softly from the back.
“What is it ?”
“Just come here.” she hissed.

Lisa made her way to where Asha was. Asha directed her maglight’s beam toward a large grey steel panel and smiled. It was the fuse box. Lisa popped it open and began reading the chart inside.

“It’s a revolution and we’re taking over.” Brianna said, breaking Debra’s dramatic speech. Debra glared at her angrily.

“Well it is.” Brianna returned coldly.
“Yeah but I wanted to tell them.” Debra snapped.
“So tell them.”

Debra looked at her. Her thunder was effectively stolen as she repeated the words. The prisoners looked at each other uncertainly. What did this have to do with us ? If they wanted to assume control of the games, all they had to do was capture Charlotte and make her kowtow to them. But instead they decided to capture almost everyone.

“Every time we’re doing what Charlotte wants when Charlotte wants and there are some of us who are sick of it. Be we needed to make a statement. We had to prove our superiority over the old regime. So we decided to kidnap everyone, something Charlotte would never think of doing.”

Charlotte shook her head. Whether to disapprove of her captivity or to disagree I can’t be sure.

” But we’ll put it up to a vote. If you want us in charge. I’ll point to you and you’ll nod. If you don’t agree, then you’ll shake your head no.”

“But if you decide to vote against us,” Sara warned,” We’ll take you up to the cabin by the lake and keep you there until you change your mind.”

“And you’ll be tied up every second you’re there.” Brianna added.

“That wasn’t part of the plan.” Debra said angrily,” We’re just going to humiliate them, remember?”
“That was the old plan.” Brianna said.
“Well I don’t like it.” Debra said hotly.
“But we do.” Sara replied.

Sara and Brianna tackled Debra and wrestled her to the floor. They laughed, cussed and fought. Debra had the upper hand for a few precious moments before Brianna put some sort of vulcan-malachi nerve pinch move on her and forced her to put her hands behind her back. Sara grabbed some rope and tied Debra’s hands at the small of her back. Debra screamed and kicked her feet.

“What the hell is going on up there ?” Lisa said when the faint thumps reached her ears.
“Who cares, just throw the switch.”

They tossed Debra bound and gagged at our feet. She was far from happy. She made some ugly sounding noises at the two girls just as the lights went out.

“What the hell ?” Sara gasped.

Brianna and Sara froze, then scrambled for their guns. One of them tripped and fell in the dark. The door opened and feet pounded down the hall. There was some hurried conversation in the hall, but it was too far away to hear. All we could do was sit there struggling in our semi-cocoon and await the newest outcome to our captivity.

I surmised it had to be either Lisa or Asha who had put the lights out since they were the only two of the bunch who wasn’t taped and tied up. I heard some footsteps and the occasional crash. Charlette winced.

I heard girls laughing and yelling.
Sara cried out, “Dammit!!”

It was dead silent then the lights came back on. There were four sets of feet making their way up the stairs. We tensed and waited.

Sara and Brianna walked in, hands tied behind them, bandanas tied over their mouths. Asha and Lisa were right behind them, guns leveled at the prisoners’ backs. They made them kneel on the floor ankles crossed like in some military movie.

” Someone call for a rescue team ?” Lisa asked brightly.

Lisa cut us loose from all that tape and set us free from out individual bonds and gags. Angela and Carol rubbed their jaws in disbelief at having been so tightly, totally gagged for so long. They had to drink a lot of water before they could talk above a whisper.

“So they weren’t out to expose us, they just wanted to take over the games ?” Lisa asked after we told them the story. Debra, Sara and Brianna decided that neither Lisa nor Asha would go along with the takeover so they thought it best to humiliate them by leaving them tied and gagged so they could be found later by their parents. However Sara and Brianna came up with the idea of taking us to the cabin for re-education on their own. Debra didn’t want to got along with that idea, so they turned on her.

“So what do you want to do with them?” Asha asked.
Charlottelaughed fiendishly.

The next morning was bright and sunny. Charlotte called me and asked if I could possibly arrange for a weekend away from the house. I found that mom and Dad were more than anxious to get me out of the house and I told her it would be fine.

When I got there, Asha, Lisa , Carol and Angela were there tossed their bags inside the back of the van. I heard a slight moan as Carol threw her bag inside with a vengeance. They waved at me.

“Jeeze is everyone going ?” I asked.
“Yep.” Charlotte replied from her perch on top, strapping a big box in place on the roof.
“So what did Sara and Brianna say when you asked to borrow the van ?”
“Oh nothing really. After all, they owe me.”

Lisa and the others giggled, exchanging weird looks.
“What?” I asked.
They didn’t answer me.
“What ?” I demanded.

Asha made a come hither gesture and pointed inside the van. I walked over and looked inside. Sara, Brianna and Debra sat tied and gagged in swimsuits, half-buried under all the luggage.

“Oh this is going to be one hell of a trip.” I said.

Captivepenny edited: Detective Hammond Strikes out


‘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.

Captivepenny edited: Jodi’s Journey


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.”

GDIT edited: Sleepover Hostages


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?”

“No, look.”

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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GDIT Dickesian Night edited


Stopping only to change back into my street clothes and grab my rucksack from my closet I cycled across town to Moriarty High.

Unlike us their students were in school today, mainly because various ASBOs* prevented most of them from actually taking part in tonight’s festivities. Somehow I had to sneak in, get the document and make my escape without anyone noticing me.

As I approached the school I saw the answer, as luck would have it a group of year 10or 11 girls were in the playing fields adjacent to the school-playing hockey. It must be their sports lesson. I watched them for a few minutes, they were all dressed in canary yellow T-shirts, burgundy pleated sports skirts, white knee socks and black trainers There were thin girls, fat girls, small girls and tall girls, at least three of them looked to be roughly the same height and size as me.

Of course the best way to get around the school unnoticed would be by blending in and to do that I needed a uniform. Keeping close to the walls in the hope I wouldn’t be seen I made my way to the girl’s changing room and slipped inside. There was a short passageway through to the changing room itself, the only way in or out.

Perfect, at least 30 uniforms hung on pegs or – in most cases – lay strewn on the floor. I began trying on blouses looking for one that fitted. I finally found one and hastily began to change, stuffing my own clothes into the rucksack.

Maybe it was just an in-built prejudice but I didn’t like the uniform. The beige, almost transparent blouse was a bit garish, Then there was the black skirt which in the case of whoever I was borrowing this particular uniform from was little bigger than some of my belts. (Gosh, that makes me sound like mum – it’s true though the skirt was tiny.) I fought tights,  hoping they were clean and pulled them on. Shoes and just as I was finishing off the Windsor knot in my borrowed red & blue Moriarty school tie I heard voices and froze. Someone was outside.

“Do you want me to come in with you Vicki? That ankle looks pretty bad.”

“No, you get back out on the field. I’ll be fine from here. I think it’s just a sprain. I’m just going to sit in the changing rooms and rest it for a bit.”

“Are you sure?”

“Course I’m sure. Tell you what, if it’s no better by the end of practice you can help me to the nurses office okay?”

“Okay” I heard footsteps in the doorway. Now I was in trouble – I was cornered and in a few seconds this Vicki would see me and raise the alarm. I’d be lucky to get out of there alive.

“Hey Vicki” I heaved a sigh of relief as her friend called out to her again, but I knew I only had a moment’s respite.
“Yeah?” Vicki had paused, taken a couple of steps back towards the door even.
“Do you want me to get Suzie back for you?”
“Yeah, break the bitch’s kneecaps – both of them.”

I realised that I had two advantages; one was that Vicki was apparently injured while I was (reasonably) fit; the other was one of surprise. The other was that while I knew she was coming, she didn’t know I was waiting for her.

I desperately looked round for something to disguise myself with; a pair ofdark blue tights lay on a bench to one side. I gave them a quick sniff; they smelt of sweat but weren’t too bad. Trying my best not to breathe in I pulled one leg over my head. Everything took on a slightly fuzzy blue hue but a quick glance in a nearby wall mirror confirmed that my face was sufficiently disguised. Not that I expected this girl to recognise me but if I managed to pull off what I intended I didn’t want my description being circulated among the year 10 girls. There were at least two girls here who knew me by sight and I didn’t want either of them recognising my description.

Quickly grabbing a handful of neckties from the hooks around me I crossed the room and pressed my back to the wall, hiding myself as best as I could. The doorway was to my right and my best hope was that the girl would walk in and head straight for the benches without looking round. It was a mad crazy gamble but it was better than getting my face smashed to a pulp.

The inner door swung open and the girl limped in using her hockey stick as a crutch. As I’d hoped she didn’t bother looking round just made her way carefully to the bench closest to the door. I took a moment to assess her before pouncing; she was about 170cm, skinny with a long neck and bleached blonde hair tied in bunches. She was dressed as all the other girls had been in a yellow T-shirt, short pleated burgundy sports skirt and white knee socks. There were no trainers on her feet and I guessed she’d taken them off, perhaps to make her bad ankle more comfortable.

Reaching the bench Vicki set down her hockey stick and made to sit down. This was it, now or never, while her back was to me. There was no time for stealth, I just had to leap on her and get this over with.

With a hearty cry of – of something or other I’ve no idea now, I just remember running out screaming – I ran towards the unsuspecting girl and pinned her face down on the bench. She struggled and lashed out but with her nose pressed against the wooden bench she couldn’t do much.

Now came the tricky part, I had to secure my captive, something I hadn’t done before. Well, once but that was a friend of Dippy’s and it was hardly a fair fight, she was barely half my size. Oh, and I had plenty of experience of being tied up but when it comes to tying up other people, well I wasn’t really sure how to begin. For the moment I had her tightly pined to the bench but I knew I had to move to start tying her and that was where I risked her getting loose, perhaps even gaining the upper hand. If that happened I was a goner.

Still, I couldn’t sit on her indefinitely; I had to do something. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Vicki’s discarded hockey stick.The benches in this room were placed back to back in 3 columns like supermarket aisles and along the back of the benches separating them was a wire mesh, like chicken wire. I grabbed the hockey stick with my free hand and experimentally placed it along side the wire; excellent, the holes in the wire were just large enough to fit the handle through.

Resting the hockey stick against the back of Vicki’s neck I pushed it through the net until the head was pressing against the side of her neck. There now she was pinned down. I could relax a little and ease up. First though I fumbled for her arms. Grabbing her bony wrists I pulled them together behind her back and began to tie them together with one of the neckties I’d picked up. All the time I could hear her cursing me and threatening to get even but her words were muffled by the wooden bench kissing her mouth. Just to be extra careful I tied her wrists again with a second neck tie just above the first. I didn’t want to risk her getting loose.

The tights over my head were getting uncomfortably sweaty, I had to take them off but I couldn’t risk Vicki seeing my face. Luckily there was a towel hanging from one of the hooks over my head, I grabbed it and folded it as neatly as I could before wrapping it around her eyes and tying it at the back of her head.

Satisfied she couldn’t see me I pulled the blue nylon mask off of my head. My face felt moist and clammy and my hair was sticking up in clumps, I was going to have to freshen myself up before I left. First things first though. Very carefully I removed the hockey stick from the back of Vicki’s neck and taking her by the shoulders helped her to sit up. With her hands tied behind her back there was little she could do to protest.
“Why you little bi-mmph” she started to say before I managed to wad the smelly blue tights in her mouth. I used another necktie to secure the gag in place. Great another hosiery gag.

“Can you walk?” I asked softly trying to keep my voice low and disguise my accent at the same time. She shook her head meekly, I was a little surprised, from what I knew of Moriarty girls they didn’t normally give in this easily.

“Well you’d better try” I demanded standing up and pulling her with me. I’d spied a janitor’s closet set into one wall and I figured that would be the best place to stash her so she wouldn’t be found straight away. I began to walk forcing Vicki to walk with me.

After a couple of steps she faltered, screaming with pain through her gag and her legs started to buckle. Instinctively I tried to help her and that was my big mistake. I struggled to get a hold of her by the shoulders but Vicki suddenly and unexpectedly lashed out. She head butted me on the chin and pulled away, apparently intending to make a run for it. I staggered back letting go and she started to run, only to collapse with a (heavily muffled) yelp, this time of genuine pain.

I had no time to feel sympathy for the girl though. Reeling and shaking my head to clear it I leapt on top of her again, this time sitting on her stomach. Grabbing her kicking legs and reaching for more ties from my small collection I tied them together above and below the knee. Despite her escape attempt I felt sorry enough for her not to tie her ankles, the last thing I wanted to do was aggravate a genuine injury.

When I was done I stood up again, I watched the captive Vicky for a moment, she lay on her back, Blindfolded, gagged and bound, giving little feeble kicks with her good foot at where she imagined I might be. It felt strangely empowering to be on the other end for once.

I checked my watch. It was 2.20, time was running out. Grabbing Vicki by the collar of her T-shirt I dragged the struggling, mmpphing girl towards the closet, she was heavy and she put up a struggle but for once I had the advantage of not being the one tied up.

Reaching the closet I opened the door and rolled her inside before closing it again. I listened carefully at the door, she was still shouting and cursing at me through her gag but it was barely audible. Good, with 30 odd girls in here all shouting and screaming there was little chance they’d hear her cries for help from in there.

I fished a comb from my rucksack, wetted it and combed back my hair. Then I wetted my face to make myself more presentable.
I had to get to the library but I had no idea where that was, leaving the changing rooms as casually as I could manage – not easy when your heart’s beating at 10 times the normal rate – I headed across the courtyard into the main school building.

I looked round and she had already turned her back to me. I noticed that her cardigan was rather big for her and hung slightly off her shoulders. Before I knew what I was doing I had grabbed her cardigan by the collar and pulled it down about her elbows, the cardigan had buttons up the front, about half of which were fastened and my action succeeded in trapping her arms against her sides.

I honestly expected her to start screaming at this point and calling for help but she was surprisingly calm and detached.

“Vicki” she said and I had to remind myself she was talking to me “What do you think you’re doing? Let me go at once. This isn’t funny.”
She struggled a bit testing her restraints and fumbled for the buttons on her cardigan. Not daring to speak in case my voice betrayed me I grabbed her hands and held them together in front of her, Miss Harris had surprisingly slender wrists and while I don’t have big hands I found I could just about hold both her wrists in my left hand while I used my right one to undo the belt that was loosely tied around the waist of her cardigan.

Taking one end of the belt I wound it around her wrists three times knotting it securely, I still had more than half the belt left. I forced Miss Harris to sit on a chair and pulling her bound wrists forward I wound the free end around both her ankles. When I was finished she was stooped forwards in the chair, unable to lift her wrists any higher than her knees.
All the time she was talking to me (to Vicki, even now I find it hard to credit myself with what happened in the library), reasoning with me, calmly demanding to be untied.
In the end I couldn’t listen to her any more, I spied a white lace handkerchief poking out of the corner of her cardigan pocket and I grabbed it, wadded it up into a ball and stuffed it in her mouth, cutting her off mid speech.

The woman continued to talk although her speech was less coherent now. I could see her tongue was already working at the gag trying to push it free, before she could do so I whipped off my Moriarty High neck tie and wound it round and round her mouth before knotting it between her teeth. Finally she fell silent; her big brown eyes looked up at me with a mix of trepidation and anger as she tried to maintain her authority status despite the circumstances.

I smiled at her apologetically “I-I’m truly sorry about this,” I managed to say, then I grabbed my rucksack and ran for the exit.

“Hang on in there” I whispered. “I’ve got the ransom. You’ll be free in no time.”
Giving the boot what I hoped would come across as a reassuring pat I took my torch and the documents and entered the stone shelter. Inside it was surprising well lit. Lanterns hung from the walls illuminating the open barn-like space. In the centre of the barn was a wooden chair and sat in that chair was Kelly Macintosh. Her hands were tied around the back of the chair and criss-crossing white ropes covered her chest and legs; from shoulders to ankles there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t covered in rope and her mouth was sealed with black tape.
Her head hung forward against her chest and at first I wondered if she might be unconscious, but then she groaned slightly and her eyelids flickered open. Her eyes widened when she saw me and I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile.
From behind me came a slow handclap.
“So the legendary Charlotte Angel saves the day again” A familiar female voice purred.
Slowly I turned round. In the doorway stood the Cat, exactly as I remembered from Halloween Night, she was dressed in the same black leather jump-suit and pixie boots, her face and hair were hidden under a pink motorcycle helmet with a tinted visor. Who is this girl? I asked myself. And how does she know so much about me?
“You bought the item I requested?” It was more a statement than a question.
“Of course” I waved the document by way of proof “Now let Kelly go and you can have it”
“I’m sorry. You seem to have forgotten I call the shots here” she replied coldly. She clicked her fingers and a man in a black motorcycle helmet appeared from the shadows snatching the documents from my hand. He took them to the masked woman and she perused them briefly.
Apparently satisfied she nodded and handed the papers back to her henchman.
“Okay let’s go” she said and snapped her fingers again. There was the roar of engines starting up and two motorbikes appeared in the open doorway. Breaking into a run the Cat and her associate hopped onto the back of the bikes and the drivers sped off.
By the time I got to the door of the barn they were gone.
Behind me Kelly let out a low moan through her gag and I hurried back to where she was tied in the centre of the barn.
Removing the tape from her mouth, a pairs of knickers fell out. I turned my attention to the ropes that held her in the chair, whoever had tied her had done a good job, I’d never seen so much rope used on one person and there were knots everywhere. I fished in my rucksack for a penknife and as I did so I asked Kelly to tell me what had happened.

Friday December 5th 2003 was a night I’m not likely to forget in a hurry. With three weeks to go before Christmas Crooksville was hosting it’s annual ‘Dickensian’ evening – a mix of late night shopping and charity fund raising. I’d been looking forward to it, even though I was going to be working in Mr Keats’s bookstore all night. Then my elder sister Verity had volunteered me to be ‘kidnapped’ by the local Pixies. The Pixies are a bit like the Brownies, they are a group for 7-12 year old girls where they can socially interact with each other and earn merits for different skills. I hope they don’t give merits for knot tying I thought grimly as I walked round the market place waiting for the girls to find me.
I felt a bit self-conscious especially as I was dressed as a Victorian street urchin. I was wearing a black jacket with tails, white crinkled shirt, grey checked trousers and black brogues, with a grey cap and grey wool scarf. I also had on a pair of white pop socks under my shoes, just because they were comfortable (hey my underwear was anachronistic too, no one said I had to be 100% Victorian).
” Excuse me are you Charlotte Angel” asked a voice. I looked round and saw two girls in the bright pink uniforms of the Pixies, it consists of a high collar jacket, T-shirt and below the knee pencil skirt in an old fashioned style that I think must date back to the 1940s at least. I wouldn’t be seen dead in an outfit like that I thought. The girl who had spoken was of Asian descent with shoulder length hair tied in plaits behind her ears. She wore a pair of black trainers with her uniform and had a coil of white rope slung over one shoulder. The second girl was white with close cut blonde hair and wore pink calf boots.
I nodded and smiled at them “Please, call me Charlie”
The blonde girl grabbed my arm “Come with us” she said without returning my smile.
The two girls led me through the square and down a side road. The shoppers bustled about us, most ignored us but a few people stopped to watch, a couple even cheered the girls on. I saw my friends, Roxy and Laura, stop to stare and gave them a friendly wave.
“Stop that” Snapped the Asian girl “No one is going to rescue you.”
“Wh- What are you going to do with me?” I played along fighting back a fit of the giggles.
“We’re going to take you to our hideout and hold you for ransom” the blonde girl said.
The girls stopped in a side road “Put your hands in front of you” said the Asian girl. I did so and she wound the rope around them knotting it securely.
“Ow, does it have to be that tight?” I asked lamely.
“Silence Prisoner” she said harshly “Or you will be gagged”.
Her blonde accomplice produced a pink wool scarf and I crouched down so she could tie it round my eyes. As she did so she whispered in my ear. “You’re lucky it’s Anna. Our pack leader’s much worse. She’s got merits for knot tying”
Oh, goody I thought what have I let myself in for? I am so going to have words with Verity when this is over.
Blindfolded and unable to see I was led by my bound wrists for what felt like 20 minutes. The longer we walked the less noise I could hear and it was obvious we were getting further and further from the town centre. The concrete beneath my brogues gave way to grass and I suspected given the general direction we’d been walking in, that we must be in the park. Finally I heard a door creak open and I was led in to a wooden building.
“Okay sit down.” said a voice, I think it was Anna’s but I’m not sure. Obediently I let myself be guided to a wooden chair and sat down. Immediately I felt more rope being wound around my waist securing me to the chair. At the same time someone was at my feet tying my legs together at the ankle.
“Right Lucy, pass me the camera”
I heard the click and whirl of a Polaroid camera thought about smiling for the picture but decided it might be better for the cause if I at least tried to look scared instead. Another photo was taken and a third.
“Okay Lucy I’m going to start collecting the ransom. You stay and guard the prisoner till Pack Leader gets here”
I heard the door to the clubhouse, or barn – wherever it was I was being held – swing open and close again. Anna had gone, I wondered idly how much I was worth to the citizens of Crooksville, I wasn’t exactly in Kelly Macintosh’s league but I was a bit of a local celebrity, albeit a reluctant one. In the 4 months that I’d been here I’d witnessed and even thwarted several crimes, and got my picture in the Oxford Mail twice. Having said that I was still a relative outsider.
After a few minutes I could bear the silence no longer. “Hello” I said, “Lucy is it?”
“I’m not supposed to speak to you” She said, “Pack leader wouldn’t like it”
“I won’t tell if you don’t”
“She’ll find out. She always does. She scares me”
“What’s to be scared of? What can she do to you?”
“She’ll punish me, like she did before”
I began to feel slightly uneasy, was this girl being bullied?
Before I could press her any further the door creaked open again
“What’s going on here Anna? Why isn’t the prisoner gagged?” I guessed this was the pack leader, there was something familiar about her voice, why did I recognise it? I didn’t know any young girls in this village, did I?
“S-Sorry Pack Leader. We didn’t think we needed to, she came quietly”
“Never mind, go and stand guard outside, I’m expecting a visitor, Don’t let anyone through without the password, right?”
“Y-yes, pack leader” There was an uncomfortable silence that I could sense even through the blindfold “Er – pack leader?”
“Yes”
“What is the password?”
“What it’s always been – ‘Pixies Forever'”
I heard Lucy open the door and go outside. The Pack Leader turned her attention to me.
“Hello Auntie Lotte” she chirped and for a moment my blood ran cold. It was Amber Matthews, my kid sister’s best friend. She was a horror and a brat; I hadn’t seen her since the previous Friday when I’d been baby sitting her and Dippy. They’d tricked me and tied me up but with a little help from my boyfriend Mark I’d managed to turn the tables on them. Amber had been pretty angry with me for getting the better of her and had sworn her revenge. Had I realised she was a Pixie I doubt I would have agreed to this kidnap stunt.
“Hello Amber” I replied keeping my voice steady “I would say it’s nice to see you but I can’t see anything just at the moment”
Ignoring my attempt at humour Amber continued “You humiliated me last week, in 6 years no one has ever managed to tie me up like that, Never”
“What can I say, maybe I know more about ropes than yo-ow” I let out an involuntary yelp of pain as Amber tightened the ropes that held me in the chair “What are you doing? I’m not planing to escape”
“Better safe than sorry”
I bit back a fit of the giggles as it dawned on me that Amber was almost inevitably wearing the same prim pink uniform as the girls who had ‘kidnapped’ me. Somehow it didn’t seem to fit with her tough tomboy image.
“Why don’t you take the blindfold off Amber?” I asked “I’d love to see you in your Pixie uniform. Tell me Amber are you a pretty little Pixie? I’ll bet you are. Why I’d bet anything you look cute as a button, all in pink”

“Shut up” She snapped “Don’t diss the uniform, no one disses the Pixie uniform. You say another word and I’ll make you regret it”

“Oooh, I’m scared Amber” A favourite tune of dad’s came to mind, Pretty in Pink, I think it was by the Psychedelic Furs but they were a bit before my time. I hummed a few bars of it for Amber’s benefit and I swear I could feel her blush.

“You won’t be laughing when your visitor gets here” Amber scolded, although I thought I heard a slight waver in her voice. I guess I got to her but it was a hollow victory, she’d gotten to me as well.

“Visitor? What visitor?” I asked. Despite myself I felt a little scared, just how vindictive was Amber? Tied to a chair and blindfolded I was completely at her mercy; she could let anyone in to get at me. I thought back to earlier that day and the Moriarty student I’d left bound and gagged in the girl’s changing rooms. Could she have worked out who I was? Would she be out for revenge? She wasn’t my only enemy either though most of them were in borstal or prison.

“Let’s just say an anonymous party offered us a considerable donation in exchange for some time alone with you.”

“And was that a donation to the charity or to you personally”
“Both” Well at least she was honest about it.
I heard the door open again, the newcomer didn’t speak but Amber did.
“You got here then. Have you got my money?” I heard a rustle of notes and wondered how much Amber was getting. “Spot on, well she’s all yours. I’ll be outside, just shout when you’re done.”
The door creaked shut and a silence fell on the room. I had no idea who was in the hut with me. Part of me was terrified.
Finally after what felt like an age the person spoke “Charlotte Angel we meet again” a feminine voice purred. The cat, my arch enemy. Of course it had to be her.
“So we do” I replied doing my best to hide the fear in my voice “And to what do I owe this honour?”
“Oh I think you know, Charlotte. Do you honestly think I’d let you get away with keeping copies of that document? I told you to steal it for me not for you”
“Copies? What copies?” It was a weak bluff but worth a try I thought.
The Cat laughed “Nice try but didn’t your parents ever tell you never kid a kidder? I’ve played poker with professional gamblers, I can spot a weak bluff like yours a mile off. And besides that I know how you think Charlie – you don’t mind if I call you Charlie do you? -I know you wouldn’t let a clue as important as this slip through your fingers, not if you had the choice. Well, sorry Charlie I can’t take that risk, as soon as you left the house for our rendezvous this afternoon I had someone go into your house and relieve your sister of the copies.”
“Serendipity!” I screamed “What have you done to her you- you..” My voice trailed off as I fought back tears.
“Oh, don’t worry she’s fine.” the Cat purred “although you might want to check your wardrobe when you get home tonight. From what I hear it’s a bit cramped in there”
I pulled angrily at the ropes that held me to the chair but it was hopeless, I was too well tied.
“Relax Charlie, you’ll hurt yourself”
“Don’t call me Charlie,” I said through gritted teeth “Only my friends call me Charlie. You call me Charlotte. Got that Delores!”

The Cat froze, even through my blindfold I could sense her eyeing me up and down. Then she started clapping her hands together slowly.
“So you finally worked it out did you?” She said at length. “What gave me away?”
I had her full attention now, I thought about it carefully before answering “It’s been bothering me all day, Why would the Cat kidnap Kelly Macintosh just to get at me? It would have been far easier to snatch Serendipity or Leona, any one of my friends. Taking Kelly required a lot of planning what with getting her driver out of the way first. There had to be more to it. You specifically targeted Kelly because you wanted to get back at her as well as at me. She stole your boyfriend so you thought you’d punish her for it.
“You know I might not have made the connection even then, but you slashed her dress. That’s when I knew for certain it wasn’t a random kidnap and that Kelly had been deliberately targeted. I realised then I’d seen you driving the limo earlier, you slipped up. You’re hair was peaking out from under the cap. Red hair. All the clues were there – I just needed to piece them together.”
“Well I can’t say I’m impressed Charlie. To be honest I thought you would have got it weeks ago, maybe you’re not as smart as I thought you were”
“I still reckon I’m smart enough to bring you to justice” I retorted
She laughed coldly “I doubt it, I’ve been committing crimes a lot longer than you’ve been solving them and believe me knowing who I am and proving it are two entirely different things.”
She was right of course, no matter what I thought I knew I had no evidence. I hadn’t even realised I knew who the Cat was until a moment before I said her name out loud but suddenly 5 weeks of investigation had paid off. The stupid thing was the answer had been right under my nose all the time, at the same time I’d had my first run in with the Cat, Delores DeMontford had suddenly started stalking me. I’d been treating these as two separate mysteries; who was the Cat and why was Delores so interested in me when in reality each question answered the other.
“I’ll find a way to prove it” I told her feeling defiant “and when I do your feet won’t touch the ground, you’ll be sitting your GCSEs in a young offenders institute.”
“Ooh, fighting talk. Now I’m scared” There was a silence then she spoke again. “Still it wouldn’t hurt to teach you a lesson, just like I did Miss Big-Time Celebrity.
“You know” she added “that Pixie girl, – What’s her name? Amber? – She shows a lot of spunk, reminds me of myself at that age. Maybe I should take her under my wing. Show her the ropes so to speak. What do you reckon Charlie? Good idea? No, you’re right. I should test her first, give her a little challenge, If she comes through I may make her my protege. I’ll go talk to her now. Thanks Charlie, it’s been a blast talking to you. Now don’t go anywhere”
“Where am I gonna go?” I retorted “Ipswich”
The Cat laughed coldly. “That’s what I love about you Charlie. You have such a good sense of humour”
I heard the door open and close and realised I was alone in the hut. I pulled at the ropes that held me to the chair wishing I’d never agreed to be kidnapped, even if it was in a good cause. It was hopeless, I was securely fastened and with my arms tied down I couldn’t even reach up and remove the blindfold.

I don’t know how long I sat in that chair; no one came in to check on me. My stomach rumbled loudly and I realised I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. It had been a strange and hectic day.
Finally the door opened and I heard at least three voices chattering excitedly.
“The ransoms been collected now” said a voice I think was Lucy’s
“Was I worth much?” I asked
“Two hundred and Twenty Seven Pounds fifty-four pence. A new record. The most we ever got before was £93.06 and that was for the mayor”
I nodded impressed, then I asked myself how much of that was from Delores and I felt a little sick
“I take it you girls are letting me going now then,” I asked, not unreasonably I thought.
There was a pause before a voice I recognised as Amber’s replied “Not exactly. We’ve been offered another £25.00 if we… Well you’ll find out.”

I didn’t like the sound of that; I opened my mouth to protest but one of the girls forced a cloth into my mouth ( I think it was!) and a moment later a strip of tape held it in place.

The door to the hut creaked open yet again and I heard Amber’s voice “Okay lady, she’s all yours.”
My heart leapt into my mouth as stiletto heeled footsteps entered the hut. At the same time I could hear the girls leaving, they sounded slightly nervous. This was not good.
A surprisingly smooth hand brushed my face, inspecting my gag and blindfold to see they were secure.
“So this is the girl the boss wants humiliated?” It was a question more than a statement

“That’s her” I was surprised to realise Amber was still in the room. Was this the test the Cat had intended for her? “Her name’s Charlotte and she thinks she’s some great detective. It’s pathetic really. I mean look at her, does she look like Nancy Drew to you?”

“Don’t know” the older woman replied “I was more into the Famous Five myself. Come on let’s get her ready to move”

I heard a noise like plastic snapping and a sickly sweet aroma pervaded my senses.

“The boss invented them” I heard the woman explain to Amber “Chloroform phials, you crack them open, hold them under the nose and Hey Presto.”

“So, she’s unconscious?”

No I thought, I can hear every word you say.

“Not exactly. As I understand it she’ll still be able to hear us for a while. The drug paralyses at first, sleep comes a little later. It will knock the fight out of her though so it’s safe to untie her.”

Sure enough I felt the ropes fall away from my arms, legs and finally my wrists but I felt as limp as a rag doll. I just slumped in the chair.

“Right” said the woman “I’ll hold her up while you undress her.”

Undress me? No way. I have to fight this. It was no use my muscles remained frustratingly uncooperative. I felt my jacket pulled from my shoulders, then my shirt and skirt. If I was paralysed, I would have shivered and turned bright red being exposed

“Now, quickly, tape this over her crotch. She’ll be wetting her herself because of the drug.”

Tape this? My eyesight was fuzzy as I heard the sound of adhesive but due to the lost of my sense of touch I couldn’t tell what they were doing.

What was probably hours later, I heard a voice cry out, “Miss, are you ok? Oh my gosh, you’re bound!” Seconds later, I felt hands work around my wrists and the rope I found myself bound in was free. The stranger’s hands like wise remove the rest of my leg and knee bounds and then carefully pulled away the tape. Out of my mouth came a pair of knickers–yucks!

“Here, miss, take my coat. You must be cold, al’ naked,” I looked down and gave a yelp: My bra was missing and I was wearing…oh my gosh! A nappy! I turned a beetroot red.

“Miss, let me call the coppers,” he said, yamking out his mobile.

Suddenly, the events of the past few hours flooded back to me. “No, no, there no time! Do you have a car? Can you quickly drop me at…” I gave him my address.

Fishing my front door key from a mat (luckily mum kept such a key) I let myself into the house. “Serendipity!” I called out her name again “Serendipity!”

No reply. I cast my mind back to my conversation with Delores earlier. ‘Best check your wardrobe’ She’d said. I took the stairs two at a time and threw open my bedroom door.

“Serendipity are you in here?” I shouted

A soft thud from inside the wardrobe was my only response.

Hastily I made my way to the far side of the room and turned the key, opening the wardrobe door. A small pink and blue bundle fell out at my feet.

It was Serendipity! her clothes were removed and she was wearing only her blue knickers and training bra. Her wrists had been handcuffed behind her back and she was tape gagged. I peeled the gag from her lips an another pair of knickers fell out.

“Dippy can you tell me what happened?”

“I-I’m not sure. It all happened so fast. Amber came round and I was showing her the information I’d gotten for you. Then she had to go to this Dickensian thing. Next thing I know there’s this big woman in a ski mask stood over me, don’t know how she got in. She makes me hand over the disc and the copies of that document you bought back earlier. Then she does something to the computer, drags me up here and ties me up, stuffs me in the closet. Oh, Lotte, I’ve never been so scared. Wait, why are you naked and wearing a nappy?”

***

“You bitch,” I used the

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