Yeah, Steve told me about what he did that afternoon, and it made me think about one of the visits I’d made before we headed over here. I’d picked up a few things about planning from him, and this particular home near me had caught my eye a few weeks ago, when I saw the mum bringing in some very expensive looking items from her car.
I found out she ran a fashion boutique in town, and she lived with her eleven and ten year old daughters – no man about the house, which was a help to someone like me. So I decided to pay them a visit on the Sunday before we flew out. I spent the time learning their names – the mum was Tammy, and her daughters Nikki and Anna.
So I drove round to their house on the Sunday, parking my car a few streets away and walking along the street. I had a black leather biker’s jacket over a roll neck sweater, tight leggings and knee length leather boots, with a small grey rucksack on my back, containing everything I thought I’d need.
I could see the house with the Mercedes parked outside, and smiled as I slipped up the side, stopping to pull the stocking down over my head and tuck it into the neck of my jumper, and then my gloves, before I tried the back door. Saying a silent prayer of thanks that it was open, I slipped in and closed the door silently behind me.
I could hear the television on in a downstairs room, but I wanted to try and find the mother and make sure she understood what was going on before we got going, so I slowly made my way along and looked in. The two girls were sitting watching television, their legs kicking up and down on the couch.
Eleven year old Nikki was wearing a pink and grey striped hoodie, with the hem of a yellow top sticking out from underneath, a blue denim skirt and blue leggings with white polka dots, while her ten year old sister Anna was wearing a green and grey short sleeved smock top which had a pleated button strip and a tie belt around her waist. The tartan print top came to just above her knees, and she was wearing a pair of jeans underneath. Both girls were barefoot, with long light brown hair.
I contemplated for a moment whether or not I should start with them, given their mother wasn’t in the room with them, but then I watched Anna say “When is mum’s ‘alone time’ in her bedroom over – I’m getting bored and I want her to come down.”
Nikki looked over at what I presume was a clock and said “about another forty five minutes – I’m sure she’ll make up to us for having to wait.”
Well, now I was intrigued, so I decided to leave them alone, and made my way up the stairs, taking care not to raise the alarm and make any noise. I made my way along the upstairs hallway to where I thought the master bedroom would be, and quietly opened the door to look in.
Mum was there all right – but not asleep or resting as I had expected. Well, she was resting, but – let me just describe her and you make up your own mind.
She had her light blonde hair pulled back, and was wearing a crimson top with elbow length sleeves and a darker red patch on her left shoulder. The legs of her faded blue jeans were tucked into a pair of black leather boots with a short heel – and her ankles were tied tightly together with rope, as were her legs above and below her knees. A band of rope held her arms to her sides, and her hands were behind her back, held together palm to palm with the rope that went from them to her ankles, slackening as she kicked her legs to and fro.
She looked up as I closed the door, and said “hmgddd” through the folded scarf that was tied over her mouth. As I looked at the ropes, I had to admit she’d done a very good job of tying herself up – the question was, why?
“Htthrllrru,” she said as she wriggled round, and I could see she was worried, so I said “calm down, I’m not going to hurt you – although you will hurt yourself if you keep doing that.”
I reached down and untied the scarf, allowing her to gasp and say “Oh god – just rob me, but please don’t let them find me like this!”
“Take a deep breath,” I said, “and tell me why you did this to yourself.”
“You’ll think I’m a weirdo…”
“Hello – stocking mask on and intending to rob you? Why did you do this to yourself?”
“Well – promise you won’t tell anyone?”
I nodded as she said “I’ve always liked being tied up – ever since I was a kid, and my former husband used to do it all the time. But after the divorce, we moved here, and I haven’t really had a chance to make many friends – never mind one who can do this. So I tell the girls to leave me alone for a while, and…” She wriggled round and gave a sad little smile.
“Well, you’re very good at it,” I said quietly, “but why don’t you play with the girls?”
“No – they’ll think their mum’s not right, and they’ve had enough hurt. I don’t think they’ll like it.”
“You’ll never know if you don’t ask,” I said as I looked at her, “but I am going to rob you, and I am going to…”
I stopped for a moment, and then said “I usually ask the mums to say this is a game, to get the kids to play along and make it less scary.” I untied her ankles from her wrists, letting her put her legs down while I untied her wrists, crossed them and re-secured them properly, taking the rope around and between her arms.
“Oh that does feel nice,” she said.
“It’s Tammy, right,” I said as I tied the rope off, and then helped her to sit up, taking some rope around her waist to hold her wrists against her back.
“Yeah – how did you… Never mind, stupid question. What are you going to do?”
“Tie you up properly,” I said as I doubled over the rope I had taken from my bag, “but I want you to tell the girls that this is a secret surprise that a neighbour dreamed up. I agreed to pretend to break in, tie all three of you up and gag you, and then rob you. It’s all a big game, of course, and if you do that they might end up liking it.”
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” Tammy said as I pulled her arms into her sides, wrapping the rope above and below her chest and tying it off behind her back.
“There – how does that feel,” I said as I looked at her.
“Very very nice – I know I could never do this myself, but it does feel good.” She watched as I untied her legs and ankles, and said “I’m going to remove your boots – then you’ll be the same as the girls.”
“Well, I’m wearing tights, but I know what you mean,” she said as I unzipped her boots and slipped them off, then crossed and tied her ankles tightly together. I then secured her legs together below her knees, making sure I cinched it by taking the rope between her legs as well.
“You’re not going to tie my legs above my knees?”
“No – I am going to hogtie you, and trust me you don’t need it. Now, will you play along and see how the girls like it?”
“I will,” Tammy said.
“Good, lie on your stomach, head towards the door.” I waited until she had done that, and then pulled her ankles back, securing them to her chest ropes and then watching as she wriggled round.
“Oh that is good,” she said as I opened the door, and whispered “Call them upstairs, and remember what we agreed.”
She nodded and called out “Nikki? Anna? Can you come up to mummy’s room please?”
“Coming,” I heard them call, and I stood to the side of the door as they came in.
“Hey mum, what’s… Mum, what happened!”
“It’s all right,” Tammy said as she smiled, “This is a very special surprise, I was just waiting for our neighbour to sneak in and start with me.”
“Hi,” I said as I closed the door, and the two girls looked at me, “listen to what your mum’s going to say.”
“Girls,” Tammy said, “this lady said she sometimes does these games with the other families in the area. She pretends to be a robber who ties up the families, stops them speaking, and then lets them try to free each other while she pretends to rob the place. She’s already started with me, and now it’s your turn.”
“Does it hurt mummy,” Anna said as she looked at her.
“No – it’s actually quite nice, but you won’t find out if you don’t try.”
The two girls looked at each other, and I could see they were worried, so I said “let’s take it one stage at a time, girls. Why don’t you stand in front of your mum, and let me tie your wrists together first.”
The girls nodded as I took their hands behind their back, and tied their wrists while their mum explained that I was going to do this to stop them from raising the alarm and keep them in one place.
“It feels funny,” Nikki said as I tied the rope between her wrists, “but it doesn’t hurt. What next?”
I tied the rope around their waists to keep them secure, and then tied the rope around their arms and chest, keeping them tightly in place as they wriggled round.
“See? It’s not so bad, is it?”
“No, it isn’t,” Anna said. “How does it feel to you mum?”
“Honestly? It feels secure and safe,” she said as I helped the girls to lie down beside her, one on each side, and then secured their ankles and legs before I hogtied them.
“So do you think you can move now,” I said as I stood back, watching the family wriggle round.
“No – and is it meant to be exciting as well? Because I feel all tingly,” Nikki said as she looked at her mother.
“It can be fun as well, if a little scary,” Tammy said quietly as I searched the room, putting jewellery into a bag as they talked to each other. A few minutes later, I stood at the end of the bed and said “Now, this bad old robber has to make sure you cannot raise the alarm. Now, you all need to open your mouths nice and wide, and do what I tell you, okay?”
“Please can we play this game again soon? Maybe she can come again?”
“Well, I only come once, but you can play with each other,” I said as I took three cloths from my bag and folded them.
“All right, we’ll play this again,” Tammy said, Anna nodding as she opened her mouth and I pushed the folded cloth in, doing the same for the two girls as they closed their lips over the stuffing. I then took from my bag a roll of white medical tape, and wrapped it round their heads, covering their mouths as they tried talking to each other.
“Now, I’m going to look round, so give yourselves ten minutes and start trying to get free,” I said as I looked at them, all three nodding as Tammy said “Fnku” through her gag. I left them alone, helped myself to the cash from Tammy’s purse, and then made my escape, making sure I was well away before they started to try to escape.
I called the police to make sure they were rescued – which is what happened. I know because when Steve showed me the Games Player Board, the two girls had become regulars, describing the games they played with their mum, taking turns as the victim and the robbers.
Pepper Holt was a reasonably well known actress, who also happened to be co-owner of one of those insurance companies you hear about on the television in the afternoon. As you can imagine, I had been planning this one for some time, preferably when she was at home and her husband, the other director of the company, was at work.
Anyway, a window of opportunity presented itself, one Saturday when I was watching the house and I saw him drive off – and I knew Pepper and their eight year old daughter were still at home. Making one of those snap decisions I have sometimes come to regret, I got out of the car, grabbed my rucksack and made my way across the road, putting on my gloves as I looked in the downstairs window. There did not appear to be anybody in the room, so I managed to open the front door and slip in, before pulling the stocking down over my head.
There was no sight or sound of anybody downstairs, but when I looked into the kitchen I saw there was a conservatory at the back, and Pepper was sitting there with little Primrose Holt on a swing chair. Primrose was wearing a sleeveless summer dress, a light blue background with a floral print top and a fringed skirt, with a pair of white Jelly sandals – and she also had a large pink cotton scarf tied like a bandana round her neck, the point reaching down to her waist at the front.
As for Pepper, she was wearing a blue two layered sleeveless smock top, the blue lace over a white underbody, held up by white straps over her shoulders. She was also wearing a pair of white pants, and brown sandals, while a purple scarf with coloured stripes hung loosely round her neck.
They were reading a book, so I decided to leave them to that for a few minutes, as I searched downstairs. Pepper’s purse was very full – until I took the notes – and I also found some rings and other jewellery, but I knew the real pickings would be in the safe I found in the study – and for that, I would need to play the game.
So I went back to the kitchen door, and waited until I heard Pepper say “let’s have a drink” and watched her come into the kitchen. I walked in as quickly as I could, hand gagged her from behind, and said “Don’t struggle – I promise you I won’t hurt you or Primrose if you play along with the game I’m going to take you through.”
She nodded as I removed my hand, and said “You’re him aren’t you – the Games Player.”
“That’s right,” I said, “so will you do what I tell you, to make it less scary for your daughter?”
“All right,” she said, “what are you going to do?”
“You’ll see,” I said as I pulled her scarf up and over her mouth, “just nod when I say so, all right?”
As I pulled her scarf tightly over her mouth, she grunted and nodded as I tied it to her head, and then took her by the arm and led her into the conservatory with the drink.
“Hello Primrose,” I said as she looked at me, “Mummy would like you to play a special game with her and me, once you have had your drink.”
“Is that right, mummy,” she said as she looked at Pepper, who nodded and said “Thstrhhtprmrs – jstagmmfrbbrs.”
“All right,” she said as she sipped her drink, “what are you going to do?”
“Well, I am the bad robber who has broken in and wants mummy to open her safe, but she won’t do it – until I find you and tell her to open it while I stop you from stopping her.”
“And when she does?”
“I’m going to make sure you and mummy are really comfortable and close together. Now, are you going to play?”
“All right – what happens now?”
“Well. Mummy is going to watch while I tape your wrists and arms,” I said as I took out a roll of wide black tape, “but I also need to keep you quiet. Which will it be first?”
“QUIET” Primrose said, so I untied the scarf from round her neck, folded it into a band and tied it over her mouth, keeping her long brown hair out of the way. I then crossed her wrists in front of her and taped them tightly together, before I wrapped some tape around her forearms and body to keep them in place.
“All right, mummy,” I said as I held Primrose by the shoulders, “let’s go through to your office, and I want you to open and empty the safe contents into this bag here.”
“Rullrrttmswt,” Pepper said, Primrose nodding as we walked through and she opened the safe up, both of us watching as she loaded her jewellery and other valuables into the bag.
“Is that everything,” I said as she closed the bag, Pepper nodding as Primrose giggled.
“Good – now, let’s go to mummy’s room, and then I’ll show you what we’re going to do.”
“Thssfnmmee,” Primrose giggled under her over the mouth gag as she tried to move her hands, the tape crinkling as she did so.
“Right,” I said as we went in, “I want mummy to sit on the bed, with her legs apart, and then you Primrose get to sit in front of her as she gives you a great big hug.”
“Cmnndrlnn,” Pepper said as she sat with her back against her headboard, and Primrose sat on the mattress in front of her, giggling as her mother wrapped her arms round her – and I wrapped tape around her forearms as they sat across her daughter’s stomach to keep them together. I also wrapped tape around both of them, securing Pepper’s arms above her elbows to her daughter as I held their upper bodies together.
“Elkktthshss,” Primrose said as she cuddled into her mother, before I said “now, I’m going to take the gags down for a few minutes, but keep nice and quiet as you talk, all right?”
They both nodded as I pulled the scarves down, and then straightened the skirt of Primrose’s dress, before I taped her legs together below her knees, and then her ankles side by side.
“We’re really close together, like he promised, aren’t we mummy,” Primrose said as she watched me wrap the black tape around her ankles.
“Yes we are – and in a minute, he’ll tape my ankles together as well,” she said.
“That’s right,” I said as I crossed her ankles, lifting Primrose’s legs up so her heels sat on Pepper’s thighs, and then taped them tightly together, before one more band secured the young girl’s calves to her mother’s thighs.
“Now then,” I said, “I need to make sure you both stay really quiet, so I’m going to ask you both to open your mouths while I use the scarf to stop you talking clearly. See how it works with mummy, Primrose.”
As Pepper opened her mouth wide, I pulled her scarf between her teeth, and watched as she said “wcntlkkrlffnneenw.”
“All right,” Primrose said as I cleave gagged her as well, and looked at both of them.
“Now then,” I said, “I’m going to pretend to go now – so enjoy your time together.”
“Fnksmstrrbbrrr” Primrose said as she wriggled her fingers at me, her mother nodding as I left them to enjoy the afternoon – and get the heck out of there.
It’s often in the simplest of things I find the sweetest of pictures. Let me illustrate with a recent tale. I had been looking into this family for some time, he was a moderately successful author, and had a lovely wife and a cute eight year old daughter. The mum was about five ten, with long blonde hair, while her daughter had lighter blonde hair.
The day I had decided to visit, I knew daddy was away on an overnight trip to promote a new book, so I had plenty of time to visit late afternoon, and make sure they were found before it was too late. I was parked outside their nice house when they pulled in from a shopping trip, and saw them get out. Mum was wearing a black leather jacket, jeans and flat shoes, while their little girl was wearing a long duffel coat and black boots.
Anyway, I watched them go into the house, and allowed them some time to get settled, before I got out of the car, collected my bag and walked quickly up to the front door. Putting a gloved hand on the door handle, I smiled as it opened and I slipped quickly inside.
I could hear music playing upstairs, so I took a moment to pull the stocking down over my head, and then walked slowly down the corridor, checking the rooms to make sure they were not in there, and then walked up the staircase. As I was halfway up, I heard a door open, and lay flat, watching as the daughter ran past in a dressing gown and went into a room.
“Not that one then,” I said to myself as I stood up. For this particular visit, I was wearing a black leather jacket and pants, with leather gloves as well, so I made as little noise as possible as I made my way along the corridor, and peeped into another bedroom. The mum was sitting on the bed, her back to the door, as she pulled on a pair of black leather boots and zipped them up the inside of her legs, covering the bottom half of her black leggings.
As she stood up, her maroon dress fell down to her knees, held up by the thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders. She walked over to the full length mirror in her wardrobe and looked at herself through her glasses, before she stopped and stared at the reflection.
The reflection that showed me standing in the doorway, smiling as I watched. “Please,” I said as I came in and closed the door, “don’t scream – remember you have an eight year old girl just down the corridor.”
She put her hands on her head, and said “oh god – please, don’t…”
“No, I’m not going to do that,” I said as I walked towards her, “all I want are your valuables, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to spend some time unable to move or speak. Just stay calm, and we’re going to have a good time.”
“What about Emily…”
I slipped off my rucksack and said “Look, I’m afraid she will be tied up with you, but if you pretend this is a game, it will help her to stay calm. You never know, she might even enjoy it.”
“Enjoy it? She’ll be terrified – I’m terrified…”
“Trust me, and help her to believe it’s a game, and you’ll be just fine.” I looked at her, and said “were you going out?”
“A mother and daughter evening,” she said as the door opened, and eight year old Emily came in. She was wearing an identical dress to her mother, which came over her knees, and a pair of brown leather boots with a floral print on the side.
“Hey mum – who is this?”
She looked at me, and said “this man is a friend from work – I asked him to come and play a special game with us before we go to the party.”
“Oh I like games,” Emily said, “why is he wearing a mask?”
“I’m a very bed man who has come to see what he can find in your home,” I said with a smile, “so I’m afraid you and mummy are going to have to be kept nice and safe in the same place. Don’t worry, it will be fun.”
“Okay – mum, can you do my hair for me?”
“Of course I can,” she said as Emily walked over to her, and put her light blonde hair into two little pigtails on top of her head.
“Okay,” I said quietly, “why don’t you come over here and sit on the side of mummy’s bed, and then put your hands together in front of you.”
As they did so, I took a length of cord from my rucksack, and crossed her mother’s wrists in front of her, Emily watching as I took the rope around and between her wrists. As I tied it off, she said “Will you do that to me as well?”
“That’s right, “I said, “don’t be scared, it won’t hurt.”
Once I had her wrists tied together in front of her, I took another length of rope and tied it round her waist, making sure it kept her wrists in front of her as she smiled at me.
“Right – Mum’s going to lie down on the bed, and I’m going to make sure she can’t move her wrists, and then you get to lie next to her, all right?”
Emily nodded as her mum lay on her back, her head resting on a pillow while I took her bound wrists above her head and tied them to the headboard. As she tried to move, Emily said “you look nice like that mummy?”
“Thanks sweetheart,” she said as Emily lay down next to her and put her head on her mum’s chest, watching as I tied her ankles tightly together, the rope going between her legs, and then tied her legs together below her knees.
“Will you do that to me as well,” she said as she listened to the sound of her mum’s leather boots squeaking while she rubbed her legs together.
“I will – and it’s not uncomfortable is it?”
Her mum shook her head, and smiled – a real, genuine smile as I took some more cord and tied Emily’s ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her knees, folding her skirt up a little to do so before I folded it back down again. I then took one last length of rope, and tied Emily’s ankles to her mother’s knees.
“All right then,” I said as I returned to my bag, “I want you both to close your eyes and pretend that you cannot see.”
“Let’s play this together,” her mum said as they both closed their eyes and talked quietly to each other, the only other sound the squeak of leather as I carefully searched the room and pocketed some very nice items of jewellery.
“Okay,” I said eventually, “the masked man has come to make sure you’re still unable to move, so you can open your eyes now.”
As they did so, they saw I had a wide roll of brown sticking plaster in my hand. “You both need to stay nice and quiet now,” I said with a smile as I removed the mother’s glasses, “while you both stay here. So give me a big smile, and then keep your lips together.”
I tore a long strip off, and smiled at Emily, laughing as she stuck her tongue out and then allowed me to smooth the fabric over her mouth.
“Just relax – someone will be along eventually,” I said quietly as I tore off a second strip.
“Thank you,” her mum said before I gagged her, and she rubbed her cheek on Emily’s head, the two of them watching as I left the room, and searched the rest of the house.
That smile though – it stays in the mind…
A year or two back, I was in Nottingham, preparing to visit the home of a local jeweller. He actually lived in a town called Alfreton, but I was working in the city – well, you know how it can be.
I had to take special care on this one, as I happened to know his wife was pregnant. That mean I would need to be prepared to take special care of her, to make sure the baby was not distressed, but I had an idea of how to do that.
Anyway, this was during the Easter holidays, so I was outside the house watching as Daddy dearest drove off. From my research, I knew their eleven year old daughter Debbie was likely to be at home, and the signs were they were there for the morning, so I got out of the car and slipped on my leather gloves, before walking round the side of the house and quietly opening the back door.
I was wearing a black leather jacket, jeans and trainers that day, as well as the usual stocking pulled down over my head, and as I closed the door to I could certainly hear the sounds of talking, so I took a moment to decide where I was going to go first. A question that was answered for me when I heard two people walking towards the kitchen, so I hid behind the door and slipped my gun out of my pocket.
I had expected Debbie and her mother, but what I saw instead was her mother and an older woman, in her late fifties, who I guessed was Debbie’s grandmother. Her mum was wearing a grey wide jumper over a light blue denim blouse, jeans and tan knee length leather boots, as well as a sizable bump, while Granny was wearing a short sleeved top with a paisley pattern and a wrap effect neck, and light blue trousers, the legs tucked into a pair of black leather boots.
“We need to get going soon mum,” the younger woman said as she ran her hair through her long light brown hair, “Abby is…”
That was when she turned and saw me, smiling under the stocking as her mother turned and looked as well. “I’m afraid you’ll need to call and cancel,” I said very quietly and calmly, “you’re going to be tied up with other matters this morning.”
“Oh god,” she said quietly, “who are you?”
“I’m your burglar for today, and I regret to say I’ll be tying you, you and your daughter up. But we don’t want to scare young Debbie too much, so you need to pretend this is part of a game. I won’t cause you any more discomfort than necessary, but I do need you to do this for your own sakes.”
“We need to do as he says, Carol,” the older woman said, “I think he means what he says.”
“He also has a gun,” Carol replied, “so we don’t have a choice, do we Mum?”
“Not really – but do as I ask, and it can be fun for you and your daughter.” I looked at the older woman, and said “What’s your name?”
“All right, Coral,” I said quietly, “sit down on that chair, very slowly, and put your hands on your head.”
As she did so, I took my rucksack off, stood in front of Carol and said “Call your friend, tell her you can’t make it now, and you’ll call her later.”
While she did that, I took some cord out, guided Coral’s wrists behind her back, crossed them and tied them tightly together with the cord.
“I know, and I’m sorry Abby, but Debbie’s unwell, and I can’t leave her like this,” I heard Carol say as I used more rope to tie her mother’s arms to her sides, under her chest. “I’ll call you later on – bye.”
“Very good,” I said as she ended the call, “now put the phone down, and stand in front of me.” I took some more cord out, and tied her wrists together in front of her, before taking the rope around her waist and tying it off behind her back.
“Stand up, please,” I said to Coral, and then to Carol “tell your daughter this is part of a surprise game, and you want her to play with you and granny. Tell her it won’t hurt her, but she has to do what I say.”
“All right – just don’t hurt us,” she said as we walked in to see Debbie in the front room, reading while the radio was on. The young girl was wearing a purple lace tunic top, with a slip visible underneath, black skinny leg jeans and purple socks with blue moccasins. She looked at her mother and grandmother, with their arms tied, and said 2what’s going on Mum?”
“We’re going to play a game of robbers,” Carol said, “the bad man is a friend of mine, and he’s already stopped me and Granny from using our hands. He’s going to stop you as well, okay?”
“So he’s going to tie us up like a real robber?”
“That’s right, but it’s a game…”
“No it’s not.”
I looked at Coral, who said “it’s wrong to lie to children. Debbie, he’s a real robber, but he wants us to think of this as a game, so will you do that for us?”
Debbie looked at me, and said “are you a real robber?”
“Yes I am,” I said quietly, “does that frighten you?”
“A little – but do you promise you won’t hurt us?”
“I have to tie you all up, and stop you calling for help or the police, but that’s all. If you treat it like a game, it won’t be as scary, I promise.”
Debbie nodded as she said “All right – what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to close the curtains across the windows,” I said as I looked over, “and then come and sit next to your granny. I need to make sure your mum is comfortable, and unable to move.”
As Debbie walked over and pulled the curtains over the windows, I indicated that Coral should sit on the long couch, while I helped Carol to sit in a recliner chair. Debbie came back and sat next to her grandmother while I tied her mother’s ankles tightly together with rope, and then her legs below her knees, the band sitting on top of her boots while I took the rope between her legs.
As she tried to move her legs, the rope squeaking on the leather, I helped her to sit forward and put a cushion in the small of her back, and then reclined the chair, putting a second pillow behind her head.
“Now then, young lady,” I said as I looked at Debbie, “hold this for me for a moment.” I gave her a length of the cord to hold, then knelt down and tied her granny’s ankles tightly together, the rope going around and between her legs, before using a third length around her legs below her knees.
“Does seeing this frighten you,” I said as I looked at Debbie.
“A little – does it hurt?”
“No not really,” Coral said as she looked at her, “it’s just a little awkward, that’s all.”
Carol looked over and said “we’ll be all right honey – just do what the man tells you.”
“Now Debbie, cross your wrists in front of you in the same way your granny did.” As she did so, I tied her wrists together, and then passed the rope around her waist to hold them in place.
As I tied her ankles and legs together, she looked at me and said “why haven’t you tied my arms to my sides like mummy and granny?”
“I’m going to,” I said with a smile, “but in a minute. Once I’ve tied this off, I’m going to get you to sit in front of your granny’s legs, all right?”
“Why – oh, I think I can guess,” she said as I helped her slide off the couch and wriggle round. Kneeling next to her, I did indeed tie her forearms to her side at her stomach, and then tied the rope around Coral’s legs, so that her granddaughter was secured to her as well.
“Now then,” I said with a smile, “this is the point where I have to keep you all quiet.” I took three bandanas out of my bag, rolled them into bands and tied knots in the middle, and said “Open wide now.”
“Tffllsfnne,” Debbie said as I tied the cloth into her mouth, the other two agreeing as I cleave gagged them, before saying “Just stay there – the radio is on, and I’ll be back to check you once I have searched the house.”
I left them talking – well, mumbling to each other while I searched the house and found several valuable items, which I placed in my bag. Coming back down, I was amused to see that Debbie had managed to push the knot out of her mouth, and when she saw me she giggled, saying “Not good enough, mister burglar.”
“I can do better,” I said as I replaced the scarf, and then took my roll of white micropore tape out, wrapping it round her head to cover the cleave gag and keep it in place. I did the same for Coral, but when I said to Carol “Will you behave and keep that in,” she nodded, so I put the tape away, and closed my rucksack.
“I’ll let someone know about your predicament,” I said as I left them, all three trying to free themselves from the ropes…
Recently, I had the chance to combine the way I used to work, back when I started, with the more considered approach I take now to my visits. I had been planning for a while to visit the family of a bank manager in a nearby town – he had a very pretty wife and two daughters, aged ten and eleven. Naturally, I had made sure I was not related, nor was Janna, in any way personal or business wise to the family. In fact, I had planned to visit later this particular week, but as I dropped Janna off to head into the city to do some shopping, I saw them standing at the station entrance.
The mum, Elaine, was wearing a long ducky pink coat with a black scarf round her neck, blue jeans and knee length tan leather boots, her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail that hung over her shoulder. She kissed her husband and waved him off, before she got back into her car and drove off, the two girls sitting in the back.
Well, I decided to seize the moment, and followed them back to their house on the outskirts of town. The entrance was a gated one, so I parked a little way back up the road, collected my rucksack from the back, and walked to the house, climbing over the wall at the rear and making my way across the garden.
Pausing only to put on the stocking mask and my black leather gloves, I used a lock pick to open the old wooden back door, and slipped in, closing the door behind me. I could see the coat hanging up on a coatstand in the hallway, so I took a moment to consider what I would do first.
“All right you two,” I then heard Elaine say, “if you are going to be fashion models, then I guess I need to make sure you look the part.” I watched as she headed up the stairs, her v-necked blue jumper now visible, and sneaked along the corridor, looking into the front room. There were her two daughters, walking around and looking out of the window.
Yvette was the older girl at eleven, and was wearing a green dress with a black waist and collar. The dress had a mosaic pattern on it, and the sleeves came to a little way above her wrists. She was also wearing a pair of black leggings, her light brown hair falling down her back.
Linda, the ten year old, was wearing a black dress with a faux leather top. The sleeves came to her elbows. The layered skirt came to her knees, but she was also wearing a pair of purple leggings and matching jelly sandals, her dark hair falling loosely as well.
Both girls turned at the same time, and looked at me as I said “so these are the two famous models I’ve been asked to help prepare for a shoot by their mother?”
“Who are you? Are you a robber,” Linda asked.
“Not really – but your mother asked if I’d come today, when you told her you wanted to play his game. I’m going to pretend to kidnap you and your makeup artist, and hold you all for ransom. Would you both like to play that game?”
“Yes please,” Yvette said as I slipped my rucksack off. “Good,” I said quietly, “then this is what I need you both to do for me…”
“All right, you two – I have my make up kit, and now I…”
As Elaine came in, she saw her two daughters standing in front of her, beaming broadly with their hands behind their backs. She looked at them wondering what was going on until she felt my hand over her mouth, and heard me say “Well, well – it appears your makeup artist had arrived a little too early. I guess she’ll have to come with both of you, won’t she?”
“Yes she will,” Yvette said as she and her sister nodded and smiled, Elaine looking at me and saying “whstggnnnn?”
“This is a game of kidnap, which you helped set up, remember?”
She looked at her daughters, and then slowly nodded as I said “Good – now, I am going to take my hand away, and I want you to very carefully set your make up case on the coffee table. Then your two young charges are going to stand in front of you while you do their makeup, as you were going to. Once that is done, I’m going to make sure you can’t raise the alarm while I send the ransom demand.”
“See,” Linda said as she turned round and showed her mother how I had already crossed and tied her wrists tightly together behind her back, “he’s already started with us, and it doesn’t hurt.”
As I took my hand away, she turned and looked at me before whispering “You’re him, aren’t you?”
“that’s right – so just keep pretending this is a game, and they won’t get scared, and then they won’t hurt themselves.”
Nodding, she turned around and said “all right, ladies – let’s just do as the masked man said. Come and stand in front of me.”
The two girls walked quickly over and stood in front of their mother as she started to use blusher, eye shadow and lipstick on their faces, while I watched from the side, smiling as she kept talking to them and explaining what she was doing.
After a little while, they turned and smiled at me. Elaine had done a very good job on them, as they said “Don’t we look beautiful.”
“You both look like super models,” I said with a smile as I took some more rope from my rucksack, “so now you get to walk round the living room while I start to make sure the makeup lady cannot get free.” Walking over, I stood behind Elaine and moved her hands behind her back, crossing and securing her wrists together before I used a longer length of rope to tie her arms to her side, going as always above and below her chest, and then under her arms and around the back of her neck.
“All right models,” I then said quietly, “come back over here and stand in front of your mum for a minute. I need to secure your arms to your sides, and then I want you both to sit on the floor, back to back.”
I used two lengths of rope in double figure of eights to secure their lower arms to their stomachs, and then helped them to sit on the floor, while I used another length of rope to tie their upper bodies together. I then tied their ankles together as they stretched their legs out in front of themselves, as well as their legs below their knees.
“Mummy’s turn now,” I said as I went over to Elaine, and pulled the rope tightly round her ankles, the girls giggling as they heard the squeak of rope on leather. I made sure the rope went between her legs, as I had done with the girls, and then tied her legs together below her knees as well, before going back to my rucksack and taking out three large headscarves, one black, one green, and one blue.
They watched as I rolled them into bands, and then tied a knot in the middle of each band, before using the blue one on Elaine, the knot sitting in her mouth as I tied the band around her head.
“Tsllrrtgrlsjststclm,” she mumbled as I used the other two scarves on Yvette and Linda, and then helped Elaine to lie down, a cushion under her head.
“Now, you need to wait here while I make the ransom demand – don’t go anywhere.”
I left them in the room while I searched the house, coming back and smiling as I found they had hardly moved. “the good news is the ransom has been paid,” I said, “but the bad news is you must stay here until they come to collect you. Be brave – it won’t be very long.”
And it wasn’t – I called the police ten minutes after leaving…