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If I may have your attention, and be serious for a moment?


Thank you.


Now, I am what could loosely be termed a writer, and I write stories in which women are bound, gagged, and at the mercy of whichever party has committed the deed.  Sometimes, it is at their own suggestion and it is someone they trust who does it.  More often than not, it is a criminal who does so.


And yes, there are stories of mine where the woman who is bound and gagged has other things happen – up to and including sex in some way or another.  And yes, sometimes that is against the will of the victim.


When I do those stories, however, I hope that my emphasis is on the feelings, thoughts and emotions of the person it is happening to, rather than the person performing the act.  The Chase Files stories, for example, are written with Chase herself, so she knows what goes into them and approves the story before I publish it.


I am, however, a writer, and the stories I write are just that – stories.  They are fictions, work of my admittedly slightly warped imagination – they are not real acts.  I hope I never cross the line too much in what I write – which is why I say that the current movement by the likes of Roosh V and others is so totally and completely wrong.


I write stories with sexual content, but I do not condone rape, in any circumstance, and whether it happens in public or in private is not the point.  So, and I apologise if it appears I am being hypocritical to some, I do NOT support the Make Rape Legal movement or anything this so called “Return of Kings” site promotes. 


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“And you’re listening to W-TOR at 6 pm on the 30th of November.  After the news and headlines, we have some more from The Boss and Debbie Harry...”

As she drove down the main road, Terri Smith was looking forward to a nice, quite night at home.   The problem with the firm she worked for was, owned as it was by a McLeod, he insisted on this day in the year his staff dressed in an appropriate way, so today she had on a white blouse under a red cardigan, and a red tartan kilt held to the side by a pin.  Her usual dark hose and instead of her preferred heels, a pair of grey laced brogues.

This was not how she felt a realtor should dress, but she liked McLeod, so she played along for this one day.  They didn’t need to know the other reason she preferred to be alone tonight – the anniversary of her husband been killed.

As she pulled into the driveway of her house, she sighed before getting out, retrieving her bag from the trunk of the car and then walking into the house.  Turning the light on, she put her bag down and then checked her messages.

“Hey Mum – just calling to make sure you are all right.  If you need to call me, you know where I’ll be.”

She smiled as she listened to her daughter, but she knew it was a courtesy, nothing more.  They had a rule to spend this night alone – so she went to the kitchen and took a bottle of wine, pouring a glass and then standing there for a moment.

“I really wish you were here,” she said quietly as she took a sip, and put the glass down – then gasped as a large leather gloved hand was clamped over her mouth, and she felt a small metal disc pressed into her back.

“Don’t scream, don’t shout,” a deep male voice said behind her, “do exactly what I say, and you won’t get hurt.  Nod if you understand.”

“Hrrruuu,” Terri mumbled as she slowly nodded her head up and down.

“Never mind that – we’re going to go to your bedroom, and you will do what I say, all right?”

She nodded again as he said “I’m going to take my hand away – are you going to scream?”


“Good,” he said as the hand was taken away.  “Walk in front of me.”

“Who are you,” Terri whispered as they walked up the staircase, wondering how the intruder had got in.

“Don’t speak,” was his only response until they walked into her bedroom, and she sat on a chair by the bed, taking a look at the intruder.  He was tall – at least six foot six, and dressed head to toe in black.

Literally head to toe – a black balaclava covered his head, only allowing his bright blue eyes and thin lips to be seen, leather jacket, jeans, sneakers, gloves.  He also had a pistol in his hand, and a black rucksack on his back.

“Sit, relax,” he said as Terri crossed her legs.  “Do as I say, you’ll be fine.”

“What is this, a robbery?”

“You’ll see,” he said as he took the rucksack from his back, opening it and taking out a roll of white tape, “take off your cardigan please.”

As she slipped the red cardigan off, she wondered what his intentions were, what was going to happen to her, so when he said “put your hands behind your back, “ she knew at least what the first thing would be.

He walked behind her, Terri looking straight ahead as she heard the sound like wallpaper been taken off a wall, and then the pressure on her wrists as he tightly taped her wrists together.

“Good,” he said as he turned her round and knelt down.  Terri put her head back, accepting the situation as he crossed and taped her ankles tightly together.

As she felt him move her skirt, he said “you are a very attractive woman – what’s your name?”


“All right Terri,” he said as she felt him wrap the tape round her legs below her knees, securing them tightly together, and then her legs above her knees, “Don’t be afraid – as I said, you do as I say, I’m not going to harm you.”

Terri lifted her head and nodded as she watched him look through her drawers, taking her jewellery boxes out and looking through them.  He then took a white cloth from his bag, folded in neatly and said “I need you to be quite now Terri – open your mouth.”

“You don’t have to gag me, I’ll be...”

“Hush,” he said quietly, “and open your mouth.”  Terri knew she had no choice, as he pushed the cloth into her mouth, waiting as she closed her lips and then smoothed several strips of white tape over her mouth.  She looked at him as he smiled, and then said “Well, Terri, I hope you are ready for a fun evening.

“Whtddummnnn,” Terri mumbled as she watched him kneel in front of her, his gloved hands gently stroking her legs as he opened her skirt up and moved it to the side, the smile growing on his lips as he saw her hose over her body.  He then stood up and slowly opened her blouse, her ivory bra revealed little by little as she closed her eyes, wondering why she was feeling the way she was as he did this.

“Hmmgdddd,” Terri mumbled as he removed her skirt, letting it hang down from the back of the seat, and then he kissed her cheeks, Terri turning her head away out of fear as to what this could lead to.  She then felt his gloved hand on her cheek, turning her head back as he gently pressed his lips to her taped mouth.

She was unable to stop herself from moaning as he did this, old feelings stirring in her as he lifted her legs onto the bed, and then pulled her blouse down her arms.  The feel of his hand as his finger stroked up her crotch was also just as exciting, as she let her head fall back and he heard her moan.

“You like this, don’t you,” he said, and Terri had to nod as his lips started to caress her own neck, the top of her chest, his gloved finger still stroking her clit over the hose, and he could feel how damp she was getting.  

Terri knew as well, despite the way she was, as she felt her chest firming to the touch of his lips, and then the touch of his hands, as he slowly, carefully began to stroke and caress them.  There was a fire building inside her, one she knew so well, but he was a masked intruder, dare she...

“Hmmmflssgddd,” she heard herself say as he began to press gently on her chest, and then she felt him ease the cups of her bra down, one at a time, and the feel of his lips on her erect, firm nipples.

“Hswetlrrdd,,mmmmmgmggggmmmmmmmmmsgddddddddddd,” she moaned out loud as she closed her eyes, the fire suddenly igniting on her as she wriggled to his touch, his caress – even when he started to run his tongue over her nipples, and even when he gently nibbled on them, it only seemed to add to the excitement of her situation, and the desire, the longing, the aching...

“You are a very naughty girl, do you know that Terri?”

She slowly lifted her head and nodded as the man said “stand up.”  She managed to uncross her ankles and push herself up, watching him as he looked for something in the bag.

“Bend over the bed.”

As she leaned over, she glanced over to the side, and her eyes widened as she saw the leather paddle he took out.


“Ah, but you have been a naughty girl, so I must,” he said as he brought the paddle down hard on her bottom.  Terri gasped and then moaned as she felt his hand caress her bottom, then cried out again as he smacked her again.

“A very, very naughty girl,” he said as he continued to smack and caress her, Terri’s yelps of pain slowly turning into long, deep moans of pleasure as he continued to smack and caress her.  How long this went on for she wasn’t sure, but she knew she was getting incredibly turned on by this.

So when he put the paddle down, and she felt him pull her hose down, she wondered what was going to come next, the feel of his gloved hand on her warm, red, throbbing bottom?

Instead, she heard a zip being pulled down, a pair of trousers drop, and then his hands as he reached down and pressed hard on her chest, kneading her breasts as they firmed up, feeling him as he rubbed against her bottom, and just how hard the organ he was rubbing against her was...


Terri screamed into her gag as he pinched her nipples, and at the same time forced himself into her rear passage, the pain passing as she felt the throbbing inside her rear passage while he began to thrust in and out.  

She was under his total control now, unable to do more than respond with her own body as she felt the throbbing intensify, and she moved in time with him.





She screamed out as she felt him growing larger and larger in her, and she also felt the fire between her own loins, the feelings as he pinched and pulled on her nipples, his lips on her neck and shoulders, the pressure, the growing, insane, wonderful pressure....


She felt him cum inside her as she had an orgasm, her body shaking as the juices flowed from between her legs, the fire enveloping and consuming her as she felt the pleasure, until she collapsed on the bed and rolled over.

She watched as he pulled up his pants, and said “don’t move.”  Terri nodded slowly, watching as he went to the bag and removed several lengths of rope, as well as a yellow ball with two leather straps running from it, and a pair of scissors.

The masked intruder smiled as he placed them on the foot of the bed, and then rolled he rover onto her stomach, cutting the tape away from her wrists and pulling her blouse and bra off before he reached for a length of white rope, and bind her wrists tightly together.  She was still covering from the reverie of what had happened, as h lashed her wrists tightly together, taking the white cords around and between her arms before he tied the ends off, and then eased her hose back up over her sex.

She felt the tape part as he cut it away from her ankles and legs, and then lifted her legs up and removed her shoes, the rope pulling her ankles together as he applied it as tightly as the rope around her wrists.

She lifted her legs up and down as he walked to the other side of the bed, peeling the tape away from her mouth and removing the soaking wet cloth from her mouth.

“What do you wish to say to me Terri?”

“That was...  Was...”

“My pleasure – and now I want you to say thank you in the appropriate way.”

“And that is...”

Terri looked up as he unzipped his trousers, and eased his cock out again, surprised to find herself licking her lips as she looked at how large and strong it was again.

“You want me to...”

The masked man merely nodded as he stood in front of her, watching as he began to gently kiss the tip and side of his member.  He had cleaned himself, so it tasted of soap and water, but also of something else, in particular when she kissed the tip again.


She opened her mouth and took the tip in, moaning “utsstswt” as she looked at hm.

“Thank you – continue.”

Terri nodded as she placed her lips round the tip, stroking with the tip of her tongue as she tasted him anew, and then slowly slid her lips down, taking him into her mouth as she felt his cock on her tongue.  She started to work it round him, feeling the slight throbbing as it expanded.


“Hmmm,” the intruder said as she pulled her lips back, making them pop as she let him go, and then looked at him as she took him in her mouth again, this time forming a seal as she gently ran her tongue over him.  She could feel him expanding now, pressing down on her tongue, the throbbing intensifying as he grew in her mouth and he placed his gloved hands on her head.


“I am Terri, but keep going.”

“Yssmstrrr,” she moaned as she felt him expand more and more, the throbbing intensifying as she licked and sucked, pushing him in and out of her mouth as her lips formed a tight seal around him.  It was as if she wanted this more than anything, as his caressed her hair and she moaned “hmmsswtlrdddmmmmsgsddddcmmmnnnn”

“Patience...  Patience...”

The throbbing was incredible as he felt the pressure start to build, and as Terri wriggled round she felt the fire starting to burn within her as well, making her groan as she wondered how long it was going to be, how much more she wanted to taste his sweet and salty fluid in her mouth, how much she wanted to give him pleasure.


It happened suddenly as she heard him gasp, and then the flow began, hot, sticky, and so good as it flowed down her throat and she tried to swallow everything, milking him for everything he had as she drank deep.  This was right, this was good, and it didn’t matter at that moment that he had tied her up, that he had forced her to do this – the thing was, she was enjoying every single second of it.

Eventually, she felt his hands move, and she slid her mouth off, her lips popping as she looked at his smile in the balaclava.

“Thank you, Terri.”

“No – thank you,” she said with a smile, and then she opened her mouth, her eyes focusing on the large yellow ball.

“Of course,” he said as he eased the rubber ball between her teeth, Teri closing her eyes as she willing submitted herself to being gagged as the straps were taken round her head, and knotted together at the base of her neck.  As he rolled her over, and knelt astride her, she looked up as he began to kiss her neck again, moving down as his lips enclosed and gently sucked on her firm and sensitive nipples.


He said nothing, instead using his tongue and his lips to pull and force her nipples out, making her groan and moan even more, as she felt the fire once again in her crotch, inside her passage.

He seemed to sense this as he slipped his hand into her hose, and she felt his gloved finger directly on her damp clit, stroking on it as she moaned “Hmmffkngggdgddmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”

“You like this, don’t you Terri?”

She took a moment with her eyes closed to try and remember she was bound hand and foot, and gagged with a yellow ball held in place by two leather straps round her head – but as he gently pressed on her mound, that flew out of the window as she said “Hgdddddddddddddddfkkkkkkkkkmmmmmmmmmmm”

“Soon, soon – the anticipation is part of the fun,” he said before he returned to contusing his assault on her nipples, giggles and moans of pleasure escaping from the ball as he slipped her hose down, and then he nibbled on her.


He looked up and smiled as he made his way down, kissing her belly and licking round the little indentation with his tongue, before he eased her legs apart, and she felt his lips kissing her lips between her legs, gently teasing, gently pressing...


She pushed her hips up to meet his kiss, his caress, his tongue, his tease, and as he made her open up and her petals part, she felt the fire in her as his tongue slipped inside, stroking, easing, teasing...


“Is that what you want Terri?”

She looked at him with misty eyes and nodded as she saw him pull his pants down again, saw his erect, form, large, engorged cock as he moved between her legs, and then slipped in.

She was ready, her passage moist, her petals open and inviting as he entered her, filling her as she felt him on the walls, sliding in and pressing on the most sensitive spots as she pressed herself up and gripped him inside.


She smiled over the gag as she knew she had him, and she moved up and down, feeling him respond as well as he pushed harder in, making her scream with the way he made her feel as he expanded, the juices starting to flow for her as well as she felt the orgasm build inside.


The masked man slowed down, still pushing as hard, but helping her more and more as she started to pant and moan, pant and moan, louder, louder, louder...


When it came, it came in a way that completely overwhelmed her, as he gave all he had inside her as well, Terri using her muscles to milk him as dry as she had with her mouth.

He gasped as well as he gave all he had, before Terri collapsed onto the bed and he slipped out.

“Fnkuuu,” she whispered as he rolled her over, pulled her ankles back and tied them to her wrists with more rope. He then wrapped some rope around her arms at her elbows, securing them as well as she panted out.

“Now, I want you to wait there,” he said as he pulled his pants up again, and fastened them.  Terri nodded, wondering what he was going to do as he collected her jewel boxes and left the room.

After a few minutes, she rolled onto her side and lay there, listening to the sounds downstairs – the sounds of someone setting a table, and then opening and closing a door.

A few moments later, she rolled onto her stomach and looked up as the masked intruder came back into the room.


Terri smiled and nodded as he smiled in return.

“Good – I’ll untie you, and you can ungag yourself.”

Terri nodded and waited until he had released her, before she went to the bathroom.

As she came down the stairs, wearing a white dressing gown, she saw the Chinese food laid out on the table, a bottle of white wine opened as the man poured it into two glasses.  He had removed his gloves and balaclava, as he looked at Terri, smiled and said “you wore the outfit.”

“I thought you might appreciate it – after all, it was similar to what I wore that first time – Micky.”

The soldier smiled as he passed her a glass.  “IT seems – well, it was a lifetime ago,” he said with a smile, “but I hope I made tonight special.”

“You did – thank you,” Terri said with a smile.  “Do you go home?”

“To see my mother, yes – why?”

“I’m heading up to see the girls in a few weeks time – will you be there?”

“I need to check my orders,” Micky said, “but you never know.  Right now – let’s eat.”

Terri nodded as she sat down, and they started to talk of St Jeromes...
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8 pm

They made a striking quartet as they walked down the street.  The tallest of the women had jet black hair, and was wearing a black leather jacket with trousers that left nothing to the imagination.  Then there was the brunette, in her red jumper and blue jeans, her height added to by her stiletto heeled sandals.  She was looking round as she walked, as if she was experiencing the looks and smiles for the first time in a while.

Then there were the two smaller women, wearing grey leather jackets, white jeans and knee length grey boots with four inch heels.  The smaller was a redhead, the taller with chestnut brown hair, as they walked arm in arm.

“Do you get the scent, cousin,” the black haired woman said as she inhaled.

“I do indeed,” the brunette said, “ripe and ready for the hunt.”

“Remember we hunt as a pack tonight,” the redhead said, “this is for our benefit, and it gives my love a chance to see what we do.”

“Oh i am ready for some fun as well – even if I have to watch what I am doing,” the fourth woman said as she looked round.  Each of the women carried a large shoulder bag with them, as they moved into a wine bar.

When they left twenty minutes later, they looked at each other.  “All either not suitable, or unwell,” the redhead said as she looked at them.

“What about over there,” the black haired woman said as she pointed to a nightclub, with “THE SPEAKEASY” in neon lights by the door.

“Now that may show some promise,” the taller woman said, “shall we ladies?”

As they walked into the nightclub the dark haired woman sighed.  “Ah, now this is more like it,” she said as a tall thin blonde walked over, wearing a silver flapper dress.

“Hello ladies – can i get you a table?”

“By all means,” the tallest woman said as she walked over, all four looking round as they sat in a corner.

“What will it be?”

“Four Sidecars.”

“Coming right up – I’m Louise, if you need any more drinks, just call.”

“Who are they,” Tracey said as Louise came to the bar?”

“Out of towners I think – can’t fault their clothes sense though.  Or their taste in drinks – I need four Sidecars, Jed.”

“Coming up,” the barman said as he reached for the Cointreau and Cognac.

“I like the atmosphere,” Gale whispered as she looked round the room, “those seeking a long lost time, or seeking to lose themselves.”

“Indeed,” Natalya said as she looked round from under the black fringe, “but there is something else – can you feel it?”

Carina nodded as she looked at Annie.  “It’s as if there si something else here, something that appeals to me as well as making me cautious.  I wonder what it could be?”

Annie looked round and glanced at the table to the back, raised up with a group of women sitting round it.  She turned back and indicated to Carina, who nodded to show she had seen.

“IT may be the atmosphere, it may be the owner,” she said as Louise brought the drinks over.

“My thanks,” Natalia said as she paid Louise, and then looked at Carina.  “What do you think?”

“I think the staff are off limits – they are busy, they will be missed – and also that table over there.  The scent from there is power – they possibly own and run this establishment.”

“You speak wisely,” Natalia said as she sipped her drink, and then looked at it.   “They know their cocktails, at any rate.  Annie, my dear, I ask you to allow us to hunt, but you will be part of the – entertainment after that.”

“Of course,” Annie said quietly as she poured her drink into the other three glasses, and slipped some diet coke from her bag into her glass.  “I need something given what I cannot do.”

“And you will have that as well, Monster Momma,” Carina whispered.  “You have been patient, and that needs to be rewarded.”

“So how does this work?”

“We sit, we watch, we select, and we invite,” Natalia said, “patience, my friends – they will come to us...”

Miss Lynx walked from the raised table towards the bar, where Louise was talking to Jed.

"Who are the four strangers?"

Louise looked over and smiled as she said "Mantraps on the prowl."

"Aha, well some guy or guys are going to get VERY lucky tonight."

"Yeah, I checked hands when one removed her gloves, little marks where her wedding ring usually sits."

"I wonder if her husband knows she's out looking for some casual sex?"

"What do you think?" Louise smiled.

“Okay – boss lady says keep the customers happy...”

“Do you see them?”

Natalia looked in the direction Gale was looking, and saw the two young men standing by the bar.   They were wearing suits with open necked shirts, and they were trying hard not to look as if they were looking.

“What do you think cousin?”

“They do indeed look suitable – we watch for a while, as I am sure you used to, make sure they are alone.”

“They’re not alone, not in that sense anyway.”

Carina looked over as Annie noticed the two younger men joining them, and then looking in their direction.

“So they are a group of four, we are a group of four.  Waitress?”

“Yes ladies,” Louise said as she came over, “what can I get for you?”

“Three more Sidecars, but my friend here is feeling somewhat the worse for wear,” Natalia said as she looked at Annie, “so a club soda as well.”

“Got it,” Louise said as she looked at Carina.  “the four guys?”

“Do you know anything of them?”

“Local jocks, come in because they think it makes them look big.”

“Thank you,” Gale said, Louise shivering a little at the way she said it, before she walked back to the bar.

“Three Sidecars and a Club Soda.”

“One enough for one of them?”

Louise nodded.  “They asked about the kids over there.”

“Cougars?  Well, good luck to them...”


Carina looked up at the young man as he stood next to her.

“Hello – can I help you?”

“Well – it’s just my friends and I saw you sitting here.  Visitors?”

“Could be,” Gale said as she looked at him, “why?”

“Well, we’re locals, we could show you a good time if you wanted...”

“Intriguing – why don’t you come and join us,” Natalia said, the man waving to his three friends as they came over and sat at the table, talking to the women...


“According to Louise, they’re four women from out of town and on the prowl.”

Miss Panther looked at the group as the four man talked to the well dressed women.

“So nothing to worry about?”

"No - I guess I'm getting paranoid about undercover agents watching us?"

"Well,” Miss Panther said, “tomorrow we turn the tables and we put someone close to Janice Carter and her daughter."

"And how did you arrange that?"

"Let's just say a friend in Los Angeles arranged for someone to have an accident on the basketball court."

"Meaning what?"

"That come tomorrow night we will have a far better idea what we are dealing with in Miss Janice Carter."

“So,” one of the men said, “would you be up to going somewhere else?”

“Oh,” Gale said quietly, “got somewhere in mind?”

“Well, that would depend on what you want?”

Carina smiled as she said “I don’t know – the four of us were looking for a little excitement, a little danger...”

“Oh?  What sort of danger?”

“No – you’re nice boys, you wouldn’t want to know...”

“Try us?”

“Well,” Natalia said in her East Coast accent, “we are mature ladies, we like thing s a little – adventurous.”

“Well,” another of the men said with a smile, “I think we can accommodate that.”

“But it would need to be somewhere quiet, dscrete,” Annie said, “to spare embarrassment on both sides.”

“We could use the basement at the church hall – nobody would be there now.”

“You can do that?”

“Sure – we’ll make sure you all have a real good time.”

The for women looked at each other, before Carina said “okay then – you lead the way.”

“Well, looks like they got lucky,” Maria said as she and Louise watched the group leave the nightclub.

“I’ll clear the table,” Louise said as she walked over, smiling as she picked up the fifty, and then saw the note left under it.  Picking it up, she read quickly and then picked the glasses up, placing them on the tray.

“Better clean these now Jed – we may have a new influx in a little while,” she said as she thought of the note.

“Thank you Louise – The Hidden Hand sends her regards.”

5.30 pm Pacific Time
Nob Hill

As the cab headed North and West, David and Mary looked out at the apartment blocks, “I don’t think I’ve ever been up California Hill,” David said as the cab continued the climb.

“Well, this is the way we have to go,” Trina said as the cab turned and ran along the edge of Huntington Park, David looking at the Victorian mansions that ran along the road there.

“this is the place folks,” the cab drive reventually said as he pulled into a driveway, going between two metal gates as he approached the ornate entrance, the columns holding the cover over the stairs.

"This is where Trina lives?" David looked overwhelmed as the cab let them off at the Culver Mansion.

"Yeah,” Mary said, “we certainly aren't in the 'hood here David."

"Why did the House say we'd have the lesson here?"

"So he could work on my dancing as well." Trina laughed as she came down the front steps to welcome her guests, "and we drove in from school together."

"Didn't I once hear you call this place a shack?" Mary shook her head as she lifted up the bag with her things in.

“Well, it is – sorta – come on in, we’re in the main room for this...”

Mary and David walked in, looking at the marbled hallway as they came into a large open room.  House was standing at one end, putting a CD into the player as he looked round.

“Ah – hi.  Big, isn’t it?”

“Is your home this big?”

“My home?  Oh no, I am nowhere near the same league as Trina – so the three of us can be overawed at the same time.  Deal?”

9.30 pm

“Well, it’s basic, but it’s quiet,” he said as he turned the lights on, Natalia leading the women in as the other three men followed them.   She looked at the camp beds that were standing in the corridor, and smiled as she said “a church basement – definitely a new one for us, isn’t that right girls?”

“Indeed,” Gale said as she looked at the man next to her.  “You never told us your names?”

“Mine’s Steve – the one next to the black haired friend of yours is Bob, then there’s Derek and Clive.”

“Well, you seem strong young men,” Annie said as she looked at Clive, “so I’m sure we’re going to have a wonderful time here.”

“Oh yes,” Natalia said as she looked at Gale and Carina, “this will be perfect, but we have one request of you fine, strong, young gentlemen.”

“Oh yeah,” Derek said, “and that is?”

Carina smiled as she said “Get on your knees and put your hands on your heads.”

“I beg youoooommppffffff.”

Derek collapsed to the floor as Carina’s gloved fist drove into his stomach, and her knee into his groin, the other three looking on dumbfounded as Annie said “my friend asked nicely, get on your knees and get your hands on your heads.”

“Who the fuck are you,” Clive gasped.

“The night of your lives, boys,” Gale said as she reached into her large bag, and drew out a Magnum, pointing it at the other three as she said “now, get on your fucking knees, before I blow them away.”

“Oh shit,” Bob said as he looked at Natalia, and then dropped to his own knees, an acrid smell filling the air as the other two followed suit.

“Now that’s better,” Annie said as she put her bag down, and pulled four industrial zipties from her bag, walking behind each of the boys in turn and securign their wrists together behind their backs.  “We promised you a night full of new experiences, and this is just the first of them.”

“Who the hell are you,” Steve said as Gale stroked his cheek with her gloved hand.

“Well, that is for you to discover – and i promise you, it will be a voyage of discovery,” she said with a smile, before she shoved a red rubber ball into his mouth, and fastened the straps tightly round his head.  Carina and Natalia gagged Bob and Derek in the same way, as Clive whispered “oh God, please...”

“Hush,” Annie said as she shoved the ball into hsi mouth, and fastened the straps round his head, “I think we should start with a little game.”

“Oh – what did you have in mind?”

“Did you bring them with you,” Annie said as she looked at Gale, who nodded as she took four riding crops out of her bag.

“Thank you,” Natalia said as she accepted one, and then walked behind Bob, pulling his shirt open and yanking it down his arms so that it hung loosely on his secured wrists.  The other three felt their tops part as Carina used a hunting knife to cut them away, before they were made to kneel facing each other.

“Let’s see which of them faints first, but backs only” Annie said, the other three nodding as the four men looked at each other – and then screamed as the riding crops were brought down on their backs by the four women...

“Plssstpppp,” Bob whimpered as the crop came down between his shoulders again, Natalia smiling as she said “Oh, have you had enough?  Would you like to try something stronger?”

Bob nodded and then whimpered as Natalia pushed him over, and pulled his shoes and socks off, bringing the crop down on the soles of his feet as the other three continued to whip the three men, the red weals starting to bleed.

“Well, that’s got me warmed up,” Carina said with a smile as she put the crop down, and took a bottle of clear liquid from her bag, as well as a cloth, “but that’s some nasty little cuts you have there.  Let me clean them up for you.”

“SHTTTTTTTTNHLLLLLLLLLLLL!”  Derek screamed as she pressed the vinegar soaked cloth onto his back, almost passing out from the pain as Gale kept whipping Steve.

“Plslstptppp,” Clive whispered as the droll ran down his chin.  “Well, I think you are the winner of that game,” Annie said as she looked at Gale, then knelt behind Clive and put her hand between his legs.  “My my – you found that exciting didn’t you?”

“Whrrddndtmmm,” Clive said as she felt Annie’s gloved hand massage his groin, and to hsi shame felt himself stiffen.  “Hmm – I knew you would be excited.  What about you ladies?”

“Well, now that his back is nice and clean,” Carina said with a smile, “I guess we can find out.”  She slipped her hand between Derek’s legs and smiled as she said “Oh yes – what about you, sister?”

Natalia looked at Bob, his feet raw and red, and nodded as she forced him to his knees again.  “They all seem so strong, but I wonder how strong they are.  Get them on their feet.”

The four men whimpered – well, three whimpered, and Bob cried as his soles were made to stand on the floor, before all four pulled their trousers and underwear down.  They then gasped as the gloved hands massaged their cock and ball sac, realising through the pain that they were been turned on.

“Make sure all four are primed,” Natalia said as they looked at each other, and then they worked their cocks until all four could feel them throbbing.


Bob screamed as he felt the clamps fasten onto his ball sac, the other three following suit as they stood facign each other, and swa the weight shanging between the legs of their friends.

“Whoever moves first, will earn the fourth prize, and so on,” Natalia said as the four women stood, watching the pain, the fear, the torture in the faces of their four victims.  Carina walked to the side and set out four camp beds, then came back as they looked at each other.

“Who do you think will fall first,” Gale said as she looked at Carina.

“Oh i think it will be a close run thing,” she said as she looked at Derek, his sac turning purple as the weights pulled down on him.  He looked at the small woman with pleading eyes – but only saw a cold, gleaming look in them, one of enjoyment as he groaned, and looked at the others.

“Hffkkkkk,” he finally said as he crumpled to his knees, Gale walking over and pulling his head beck by the hair and slapping his cheek.  “No stamina – what is his reward?”

Annie picked up the hunting knife, Derek watching as she flashed the blade in front of him, and then pulled it down his torso in a vertical line, the blood starting to run as she carved two slanted lines into his chest as well.

“Number four – very appropriate,” Carina said as she lifted his chin up.  “Bring him over to the bed.”

Gale forced him to his feet, the other three watching as Derek was frogmarched to one of the camp beds, and then his wrists cut free as he was forced to lie on his back.  The rough cotton of the cloth rubbed on his red raw back as his wrists and ankles were lashed to the sides fo the camp bed with thin rope, before Carina stroked his cheek.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered as she took from her bag a leather purse, and opened it up, before she took out a pair of pliers.  Derek shook his head as she knelt by the bed, and held his left hand in her gloved one, before the first nail was wrenched from the nail bed...

“You see, boys,” Natalia said as she looked at Bob, Steve and Clive, “we all have our preferences.  So, who is going to be next?”

“I think we have an answer soon,” Annie said as Derek screamed again, and Steve dropped to his knees.  “Oh goody,” Gale said with a smile as she pulled his head back, and Annie carved three straight lines into the young man’s chest.  She then pulled him to a second bed, adn tied him down to it, before picking up the riding crop again.

“Oh, does it hurt,” she whispered as she caressed his swollen sac, Steve nodding and praying it would soon be over.

“Not nearly enough.”

Steve’s eyes almost popped out of his head as she brought the crop down between his legs, then rolled back as Gale continued to hit him there, while Natalia and Annie watched the other two – Bob noticing the bump in Annie’s stomach as she removed her jacket.


“Oh yes,” Annie said with a smile, “so who will be next?”

Bob and Clive looked at each other, before Derek and Steve screamed again – and Bob fainted.  Natalia and Annie carried him between them to a bed, and then tied hm down, before Annie carved two lines into his chest, Natalia watching as he barely whimpered.

“Would you help me,” Annie said as she looked at the older woman, Natalia nodding as she helped her carry Clive to the final bed, and tie him down.  She watced as Annie smiled, and drew a deep, red, single line down his chest.


“Oh dear – does it hurt here,” Annie said as she looked at his crotch, clive slowly nodding.

“Would you like me to make it stop hurting?”


“Well, you won that challenge, so you deserve a reward,” Annie said, smiling as she looked at him, and then picked the knife up.”


“There,” Annie said as she held up the weights, the ball sac still attached to it, “all gone...”

“Oh dear – all out of nails,” Carina sang as she pulled the nail from Derek’s big toe.  She looked at him as he tried to raise his head, and then poured some more of the vinegar onto the exposed nail bed, laughing as he squealed and tired to move.

“But we’ve only just started,” she said as she looked at her gloved hands, the blood on them, and licked it off her finger.  “Now, what shall we do next – oh I know.”

She took from the purse a small tazer, turning it on as the sparks started to fly.  Derek shook his head, and then arched his back as she pressed the device to his abdomen.

“Go on, you can scream for me,” she whispered, “it makes it so much more exciting...”

Gale was hot, sweating, and incredibly aroused as she looked at the black and blue body of Steve.  He looked at her through swollen eyes, and whispered “pllssnmmrrr...”

“Oh I agree,” she said as she threw the riding crop down, and took a knife from her bag, “I think i need to get up close and personal on you now.”  He barely whimpered as the knife cut into his flesh, Gale laughing as she stroked it down his side.

Bob looked at Natalia as she tapped the needle, and then stuck it into the side of his neck, the clear fluid flowing into his body as she said “this is a blood thinner.  IT will make what is about to happen much easier.”

“Whtrgntdttmmm,” he said as he looked at the bamboo slivers stuck under his fingers and toes, and the tight leather strap around the base of his already engorged cock.

“Show you true ecstasy,” Natalia said as she showed him the cannula, and then stuck it into his jugular vein, his head jerking as he felt the device going on, and then watched as she slowly opened the tap on the side, his blood slowly dripping into the goblet...

And Clive?  Clive was slowly slipping into unconsciousness as Annie pulled the hunting knife across his abdomen, smiling as she kissed the ball gag at the same time...


Carina threw her head back and gasped as she experienced a true orgasm, and picked up the gun, laughing as she pressed the barrel against Derek’s crotch and fired off a single shit, watching him as his head fell back and his eyes rolled into his head, so delirious was he from pain.

“Are we feeling better Cousin?” Natalia said

“Very much so,” she said as she pulled the safety back, and fired a second shot into his head, laughing as it exploded in grey and red.

“Then come join me,” she said as she started to fill a second goblet, and then let the blood flow from Bob’s neck.  He was feeling strange, light headed, ecstatic as she handed the goblet to Carina.

“So that is how you do it,” she said as she sipped the drink.  “Unusual taste.”

“It takes time to develop the desire,” Natalia said as she looked at Gale and Annie.

“Thank you, but no,” Gale said as she looked at Steve, and then slit his throat – as Annie decapitated Bob, both of them looking at each other and then giving a shout of pure sexual delight at the sight of the mutilated and eviscerated bodies.

“I think we will all feel better for that,” Carina said as she walked over, kissing Annie as they embraced.

“As much as I know your desire,” Natalia said, “we must wait for later.  We need to move the beds together, and then we need to change.”  She attached a tube to Bob’s neck and started to fill bottles as they brought the other three over.

Thirty minutes later, the four women looked at the bodies, their outfits laid on them as Carina poured petrol over the group.

“I do feel so much better,” Annie said as they stood back, and Carina lit a rag, tossing it to the pile as the four of them walked out and onto the main street.

As they walked away, the fire started burning, as Gale looked at Carina and Natalia.

“Until next time?”

“Until next time, cousin,” Natalia said as Annie watched all three close their eyes, and then open them again.

“How long will the stock last you,” Carina said as she heard the bottles in Natalia’s bag.

“Enough time – but now we go to rest.”

As they walked along, Natalia whispered to Carina, “young Annie is indeed a monster like us, is she not?”

Carina nodded.  “It’s hard to think that two years ago, she was my math teacher.  But since then she has become a true sadist, a stone cold killer – and I love her more each day for it.”

She looked at Annie as she joked with Gale, and smiled, knowing the new life in her was in safe hands...

Saturday 30th January
10 am
The Huntingdown Apartment


“Well hello there,” Ingrid said as she came out of the kitchen, seeing Carina coming in with Judith as Annie closed the door.  “How are you little one?”

“Good,” Judith said, giggling as Ingrid kissed her.

"So how was your girls night out?" Ingy asked as Annie and her sister carried Judith into the kitchen.

"Great,” Carina said, “but little one here was happy to see us this morning."

"I miss my Mama's." Judith said in a definitive tone as her Mom sat her in the high chair.

"So where are Klaus and Juliette?" asked Annie as she took her jacket off.

"Moms is dropping into her office,” Ingy said, “and Pop is visiting this damn film maker."

"I take it then he's still keen?"

"He is Annie, and he will not take no for an answer."

"Mom said we needed to talk it out this weekend." Cari slumped into a chair.

"There's coffee in the pot."

"Okay," Annie poured cups for herself and Car, and gave Judith her milk.

“How do you feel about it?”

“It depends – if he’s focusing on Brigitte or the dark side, it’s not on.  If the estate, you know who he has to deal with.”

“So long as he doesn’t interfere in April.”

“Amen to that,” Cari said as she drank her coffee.

11 am
Village Studios

“This has got to be the strangest day I have spent in a long time,” Adam said as he and Jan watched Katy sitting in the chair.

“I know,” Jan said with a smile, “but the rules are she needs responsible adults nearby.”

“So why are we here?”

“Well, I’m her mother, and you’re the responsible one,” Jan said as she looked over.

"Now with the bare minimum of makeup," Lori the makeup artist stepped backwards.  “I think that’s it.”

"She looks perfect." Nina Schmidt the stylist replied.

"I feel NAKED!" Katy looked at her reflection and scowled, "I wear more makeup then this for school."

"Just remember these dresses are for a niche market please Katy, 13 year old girls wearing them for a very important time in their spiritual lives." Nina smiled as Katy got out of the chair, wearing the short sleeved white dress.

"You look angelic darling." Jan smiled.

"I look like a dork Mom."

"Is she ready?" Thomas Veret the photographer asked.

"Unhappy, but yes ready." Jan answered.

"Okay, now Katy remember what we talked about?"


"I've seen some of your other pictures...these must be totally sexless."

"I know," Katy said aloud, "the things I do in the name of modeling."

She walked into the studio, took a deep breath and smiled, a simple smile as Thomas said “perfect – here we go...”

1 pm
The Huntingdown Apartment

“Fakew Grammy,” Judith said as Juliette passed her a sandwich, and then looked round the table.

“He’s serious,” Klaus said, “Not even Frau Strecher could dissuade him from the idea.”

“So I guess the question is, Pops, will you let him,” Carina said as she sipped her coffee.

“A film crew following us around all the time?  I don’t know...”

“I’ve asked him for a detailed outline of what he is planning,” Klaus said, “but if he does do this, he has already indicated he wants to cover the wedding as part of it.”

“Wonderful,” Ingrid said, “it’s bad enough that most of Europe’s Paparazzi will be covering the event...”

“Talking of the wedding,” Annie said, “When is the next fitting for your gowns?”

“Alice is in town tomorrow, to deliver the gowns to Diana and Abby, so we’re meeting up here tomorrow afternoon.  Hopefully Katy will have recovered from the shoot today by then.”

“Has she dropped any hints?”

“Not really – i think tomorrow is to check her measurements and try some simple gowns on.”

“Well, I think I will make myself scarce at that point,” Klaus said, “it will be the last opportunity I have for a while to meet up with John and Jack.”

“Ah yes – man talk,” Carina said with a laugh.

“We will talk of manly things,” Klaus said with a smile.

The telephone rang, and as Juliette went to answer it Klaus looked at her granddaughter.

“So what will you be wearing for the wedding, little one?”

Judith looked at her mothers, and then said “pretty dress, grappy.”

“Of course it will be,” Carina said with a smile.
Happy Families - part 10
So Carina, Gale, Annie and Natalia go for a night out in Buffalo.

Seriously - do I need to say more?

If I may have your attention, and be serious for a moment?


Thank you.


Now, I am what could loosely be termed a writer, and I write stories in which women are bound, gagged, and at the mercy of whichever party has committed the deed.  Sometimes, it is at their own suggestion and it is someone they trust who does it.  More often than not, it is a criminal who does so.


And yes, there are stories of mine where the woman who is bound and gagged has other things happen – up to and including sex in some way or another.  And yes, sometimes that is against the will of the victim.


When I do those stories, however, I hope that my emphasis is on the feelings, thoughts and emotions of the person it is happening to, rather than the person performing the act.  The Chase Files stories, for example, are written with Chase herself, so she knows what goes into them and approves the story before I publish it.


I am, however, a writer, and the stories I write are just that – stories.  They are fictions, work of my admittedly slightly warped imagination – they are not real acts.  I hope I never cross the line too much in what I write – which is why I say that the current movement by the likes of Roosh V and others is so totally and completely wrong.


I write stories with sexual content, but I do not condone rape, in any circumstance, and whether it happens in public or in private is not the point.  So, and I apologise if it appears I am being hypocritical to some, I do NOT support the Make Rape Legal movement or anything this so called “Return of Kings” site promotes. 


Thank you, we return you now to your regular silliness.

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Kildare Street

The winter sun shone down on St Stephen’s Green, as the two men sat on a bench, quietly watching the world go by as they looked at the buildings opposite.  They looked like everyone else, casually dressed, the only striking thing being the disparity in height between the two of them – while one was about five foot seven, the other was at least a foot taller, noticeable even as they smiled at the people going by.

“You know,” the taller man said eventually, “there is something especially peaceful about this location.”

“I know what you mean – it’s a similar feeling to that you get when you visit Durham Cathedral, or something like that.”

“Indeed – a spirituality that comes only from a deep sense of history and pride in that history.  On which note, what do you think?”

“Well,” the smaller man said as he looked across the road at the three storey house, “I suggest entry through the basement.  Then make our way up and make anyone in the house comfortable before we go about our work.  Given the residents, I anticipate at least a housekeeper, if not more.”

“Well, according to the social calendar, the Duke and Duchess of Landarn are due at a dinner at nine, so I think moving in at eight forty five should be sufficient.”

“I agree – so shall we find somewhere to relax and then convene at eight?”

“I think so – give me a chance to visit the Guinness building.”

“Why exactly have we been given this commission anyway?”

“Because we provide discretion and a guarantee of delivery?”  The two men stood up and made their way along the path, talking quietly to each other.

“And what exactly is the charity this dinner is supporting,” Tom Gaunt, Duke of Landarn, said as he buttoned his shirt.

“The Irish Youth Foundation,” Paula said as she sat at her dressing table, adjusting her necklace as she looked in the mirror.  She was wearing a black halter neck dress, which as she stood up fell so that the skirt fell to the floor, her blonde hair falling over the halter straps.

“Well, a worthy cause,” Tom said as he fastened the cufflinks into his sleeves, and picked up his black tie.  “So we go in, shake some hands, have some reasonably edible food, and generally have a good time?”

“That is what I love about you, Tom me boy,” Paula laughed.  “You always put an honest view on a situation.”

On the ground floor, Mrs Gray, the housekeeper was making her way along the hallway when she heard the knock on the front door.  She turned and checked her reflection in the mirror, smoothing down her grey coat dress as she did so.  She then walked to the door, looking through the spyhole to see the liveried driver standing outside.

Taking a moment, she unlocked and opened the door, saying “Good evening.  If you would care to...”

“Shut your mouth, you fucking English lover,” the man said as he walked in, sticking the business end of a sawn off shotgun into her stomach as he was followed in by three other men, “we’re in charge.  Where are they?”

“I don’t know who you...”

“The fucking Irish hating Gaunts.  WHERE ARE THEY?”

Mrs Gray indicated the stairway with her head, as the driver smiled.  “Get her out of the way – make sure she can’t do anything.  We’re going to invite those bastards to come down for a chat.”

“May I say you look positively radiant tonight my dear,” Tom said as he leaned over and kissed Paula.

“Indeed – but then you are biased, aren’t you?”

“But of course I am my dear.  

“In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eye on sweet Paula de Gaul...”

Paula smiled as Tom kept singing “and she walked down the Liffe, with a smile sweet and twinkling, singing...”

“Get on the fucking floor, hands behind you fucking heads, you Irish hating Orange bastards!”

Tom turned suddenly to see the two men, one holding a shotgun in his direction as he grinned, an evil grin.

“What the hell...”

“Did I say you could talk?  Get on the fucking floor or there’s going to be a fucking hole where that well fed English stomach currently is!”

Paula stood slowly, unsure of quite what was happening as Tom glanced to the side.

“My friends downstairs just cut the phone lines, and disabled the alarm.  We are calling on you to stand to account, Gaunt, for the sins of your family against the Irish people.”

“Oh for the love of...”

“Tom,” Paula said quietly, “they have guns.”

“That’s right, you protestant cow...”

Tom sprinted forward, the anger clear in his eyes, but then he fell to the ground as the second man hit him in the stomach, Paula seeing the gleam of metal on his gloved hands only a moment too late.

As she came forward and knelt beside him, the armed man said “Now, do what we fucking tell you to do, understand...”

“Do you know, it seems somewhat strange not to have the van with us?”

The taller of the two men nodded as they walked down Kildare Street, their hands thrust deep into the pockets of their black leather jackets.  Both men were also wearing black leather jackets, and trainers, while the smaller of the two carried a satchel over his shoulder.

“While I agree,” he said, “I think for once blending in with the people passing is a good idea.  Talking of which...”

They stopped outside the house, noticing the limousine parked outside, and then went down a stairway to the basement door.  Hidden from sight by the high wall, they removed their gloved hands from their jackets, and pulled black balaclavas down over their heads, pausing to tuck them into the collars of the jackets before the smaller of the two produced a set of lock picks.

“How long, Mister Small?”

“Allow me a few minutes, Mister Tall, and we will be able to – ah, there we are.”

As he stood up, Mister Tall took hold of the door handle and twisted it, smiling as he did so.

“Exemplary work as always, Mister...”

He stopped as he looked at his partner.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure,” Mister Small said as she felt along a wire with his gloved hand that ran down the side of the door, and then stopped.


“Somebody cut this wire,” he said quietly, “let’s go in, close the door, and then I want to look at the alarm system.”

Mister Tall nodded as he walked in, closing the door behind him.

“That hurts!”

Paula grimaced as the man pulled the rough rope tightly round her body, forcing her arms into her side as it did so.  She looked up from where she was kneeling in the front room at Tom, who was sat in a high back chair, another of the men tying his legs to the front legs of the chair.  His upper body was already tightly lashed to the chair back, while his arms were wrapped round, his wrists bound together and secured to the chair back.

“Well, it’s just a taste you fucking Gaunts have visited on our country over the centuries,” the man in the chauffer suit said.  He was obviously their leader, smiling as the rope was wrapped round Paula’s body above and below her chest, and then taken over her left shoulder, pulled through the band of rope below her chest and making her gasp as it was pulled up and back over her other shoulder.

“Leave my wife alone,” Tom snarled, “whatever your beef is, it is with me, not her.”

“Wrong, English fucker,” the man said, “she’s your wife, so she’s as guilty as you are.”

He watched as the other man lashed Paula’s ankles together, seeing the tears on her cheeks as he then pulled her back, and tied her wrists to her ankles.

“Now then,” the leader said, “you two go and find what you can.  We’re going to make clear to these two English...”

“We’re Irish,” Tom said, only to hear Paula gasp as he was hit over the eye.

“You two English bastards,” he said again, “of the crimes you are going to be punished for.”

“Which faction are you with?  Continuity?  Real?”

“Guess,” the leader said with the evil grin, before he hit Tom again.


“Gag her.”

Tom watched as a rag was stuffed into Paula’s mouth, and then black veterinary bandage wrapped tightly round her head.

“Okay,” Mister Small said quietly, “there is something very wrong here.  The alarm system is dead.”

“Wouldn’t the housekeeper be here anyway?”

“No, I mean it is dead – someone’s disabled it.”

Mister Tall looked at the panel, and then drew his knife from his pocket.  “We’re not the only ones in the house, are we?”

“No,” Mister Small said as he drew his gun from his jacket pocket.  “Let’s tread carefully.”

He opened a door that led into the kitchen, the two masked men walking quietly in.  There was no sign of anyone.

“Okay – that door leads to the hallway,” Mister Small said, “you go first.”

Mister Tall nodded as they walked up the staircase, stopping at the top of the stairs as he slowly opened the door.  They could both hear the sound of the discussion in the front room, as they both slipped out and walked over.

“For the love of all that is holy, those are the crimes of my ancestor, and they have been atoned for...”

“Like fuck they have, bastard – the curse of Gaunt still hangs over our land, and won’t be relieved until you’re all fucking wiped out.”

They both looked in, to see a tall, well dressed blonde kneeling on the floor, a black bandage wrapped round her head and covering her mouth, while a man in a dress shirt and trousers was lashed to a chair, two very well armed men taking turns to insult him.

They looked at each other, and then walked slowly to the other side of the hallway.

“What have we walked into?”

“How au fait are you with Irish History, Mister Tall?”

“Well, I know of the Easter uprising, and Eurovision, but beyond that...”

“The Duke and Duchess of Landarn are Gaunts – and in Irish history, the name Gaunt lies right up there at a level with the Duke of Cumberland in Scottish history.”

“Ah,” Mister Tall said quietly, “so what we have here is someone who cannot let go of historical wrongs?”

“Bit more than that,” Mister Small said, “try something almost at a genetic level.  Anyway, my fear is our planned visit to obtain one item may have become somewhat more serious.”

“You mean...”

“You are guilty, Tom of Gaunt, and you will pay the price...”

“Yeah,” Mister Tall said, “plan?”

“You go upstairs, see if you can find anyone else and make sure they stay there,” Mister Small said.  “I want to check one thing first.”

“And that is?”

“Where is the housekeeper?”

Mister Tall nodded as he walked up the stairs, Mister Small looking round before he headed to a side door.

“Look at this,” one of the two men said as he tipped another tray of jewellery onto the bed, “they’re loaded, absolutely loaded!”

“Yeah – all the more for us to deal with.”

As Mister Tall looked round the corner, he saw the two men dressed in black, as they stuffed Paula’s jewellery into a black bag.

“They really are buying the bosses line?”

“Oh that’s real – he really hates the name Gaunt.  But they don’t know we’re not Provos or any of those groups.”

“You finish off in here – I’m going to check the next room.”

Mister Tall stood to one side, waiting as the man walked past before he followed him, and grabbed him from behind, one arm round his throat as the other gloved hand covered his nose and mouth.  It was a trick he had picked up in his days in Italy, but since teaming up with his partner it had been one he had not needed to use for a long time.

The man struggled under his grip, but inevitably he went limp, as Mister Tall lowered him gently to the floor and then walked to the master bedroom.  The second man was standing looking in the wardrobe, his back to him as he looked to the wall, and removed an item from a plaque there.

“Hey – find anything?”

“Yeah – me.”

He didn’t have time to turn round before Mister Tall brought the shillelagh down on the back of his neck, knocking him for six as he dropped to the floor.  Stooping to check his pulse, he took from his pocket a roll of black electrical tape, and crossed his wrists behind his back, shaking his head as he started to tape him...

Mrs Gray looked at the door as it was opened, and saw the small man dressed in black standing there, the balaclava allowing only his eyes and mouth to be seen, through the mirror to the side of the room.

Mister Small also noticed her glance, and held up one finger of his gloved hand.  She nodded very slightly, and again as he pointed to the door.

He nodded again, and then with a sudden and unexpected force threw the door back, hearing the gasp and thud as he did so.  Jumping into the room, he pulled the door away and hit the man standing there twice with his fists in the kidneys, and then gave a very respectable upper cut, sending him sprawling to the floor.

“Thank you, dear lady,” he said quietly to Mrs Gray, “if I may ask you to wait for a few moments?”

She nodded, unable to talk through the band of silver tape that was wrapped tightly round her head, and held a thick cloth in her mouth.  She was tied spread-eagled to the bed, only able to watch as Mister Small took some lengths of cord  from his satchel, and set about securing the unconscious intruder.

Once her had him hogtied, and had pressed several lengths of tape over his mouth, he stood up and looked at the housekeeper.  “With deep regret,” he said quietly, “I need to ask you to remain as you are, while we deal with the immediate threat to your employer.  You understand?”

Mrs Gray slowly nodded as she saw him smile.  “Good – as soon as it is possible to do so, someone will come and free you, but until then, endure, and we will do all we can.”


“Not important,” he said with a smile as he headed for the door again.

“Mister Small – what did you find?”

“The housekeeper – she was under guard, but is safe now.  I explained why she had to stay where she was.  You?”

“Two of them upstairs – I dealt with them.”

The two men were talking quietly at the base of the stairs, trying not to listen to the foul language and abuse that was been hurled at Tom and Paula.  It was when they heard her muffled scream that Mister Small said “I think we need to intervene.”

They walked slowly over to the door, and looked in.  Paula was lying on her side, looking up with eyes full of fear as the leader pointed the sawn-off shotgun at her.


Tom Gaunt was trying to get out of the chair, as the second man stood behind him.

“Oh you really do love her,” the leader said quietly, “perhaps I should let you watch me show her what a real Irishman could do before we kill you...”

The two masked men looked at each other, as Mister Tall took a five Euro coin from his pocket and held it up.   Mister Small nodded as they both stood to the side of the door, and then Mister Tall tossed the coin across the marble floor of the hallway.

“Hey – who’s out there?  That you Tommy?”

Paula and Tom looked to the door as their two captors waited for the reply, before the leader said “get out there and see what’s going on.”

The second man nodded, Tom breathing heavily through his nose as he watched the man walk over to the door, and look out, before he turned to the left.


All three of them heard the muffled gasp, and then the thud.

The leader looked at both of them, and then said “don’t move a fucking inch.”

“Fnnneee,” Tom said in defiance through the rag and bandage as the leader walked slowly across the room, and then out of the door.  He watched as the armed man turned to the side, and then let the shotgun down in his hand as he heard him say “what the fuck?”

There was then a crackling sound in the air as she watched him suddenly convulse, and then drop to the ground, the shotgun falling from his hand as he jerked and twitched.

“I did not know you had a tazer in your repertoire, Mister Small?”

“You know my motto, Mister Tall – always be prepared.”


Tom looked at Paula and shook his head before they both opened their eyes in surprise at the two men who walked in.  They were dressed in black, including the balaclava masks and the gloves, but the height disparity was all Paula could think of.

“My apologies, Your Grace,” the taller of the two said, “it would appear our arrival was rather timely.  Apart from the obvious, are either of you hurt?”

Tom shook his head as the taller of the two produced a knife, and carefully cut the bandage away from Paula’s head before he removed the cloth from her mouth.

“Mrs Gray...”

“Your housekeeper?  She is currently secured in her room, but the man with her and the others have all been subdued – on which note...”

The taller of the two men nodded as he took the roll of black tape from his pocket and walked outside.

The smaller and walked over and removed the gag from Tom, before he said “if I release you from the chair, will you take care of your wife, and we will alert the authorities?”

“Who...  Who are you,” he said as the ropes holding him to the chair were removed.

“Unimportant,” the masked man said as Tom rubbed his wrists, “are they secured?”

The taller man came back in and nodded as Tom stood up.

“We will alert the authorities – Sir, Your Grace,” the smaller man said as he bowed to both of them, and then the two men left.

“Tom...  Oh God Tom, I thought they were going to...”

“I know,” he said as he knelt and held Paula, “I know...”

In the hotel bar, the two men watched the breaking news on RTE of the attack at the Dublin home of the Duke and Duchess of Landarn, and that five men had been detained on the premises.

“We want to thank the authorities for their prompt response to the call,” Tom Gaunt said as they watched, “and we are grateful for the fact that we did not suffer more than we did.”

“I think we did a good thing tonight Mister Small,” Mister Tall whispered as he sipped his beer.

“Indeed – a commission lost, but under the circumstances...”

“Well, some you win, some you lose,” Mister Tall said as he sipped his Guinness, “and some you adapt to.”

“Well said,” Mister Small said as he stood up, “well said.  Another pint?”

“Well, we have no idea who they were, Sir,” the Garda inspector said as Tom and Paula sat in their front room, “but they deserve a medal in my book.”

“Even if you did know,” Tom said as he nursed a glass of Bushmill in his hand, “would you tell me?”

The inspector shook his head as he stood up, shaking his hand.  “Well, I am sure we will be in touch soon,” he said as the telephone rang.

Mrs Gray came in and said “Eve Stone on the telephone for you Sir.”

“And so it begins,” Tom said with a sigh.  “Tell her I will be with her in a moment, Mrs Gray.  Inspector?”
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AshFan Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2016
Happy 2016, buddy!
CHI-76890 Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2015
You could write a story, where anthropomorphic versions Rita and Georgette, gets tied and gagged, by Roscoe and Desoto? Or you don't writing story with animal characters?
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Many thanks for the final Invasions fave, KP!  It's been an honor...
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You're welcome - check your PM...
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Thanks, but I don't see any PM yet.  Maybe dA's system ate it.  It wouldn't be the first time...
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And thanks for the new Invasions fave, too!... :D
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Thanks for the new Invasions fave, KP!... :D
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Thanks for the new Invasions fave, KP!... :D
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