WABAC Stories (MmF/Ffm)

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Story 1

Was it really fifty years ago? I was in my late twenties then, Becky my daughter would have been about seven, and I remember that day my sister Patricia was visiting. When this began, she was wearing a knee length printed dress with a deep neckline, and I was wearing a long-sleeved white top with a round neckline, a purple short skirt, purple tights and white knee length leather boots. Becky was wearing a white peasant blouse with a purple crotchet sleeveless dress, white tights and short white boots.

We were sitting drinking coffee, while Becky was sitting at the table and drawing on some paper, when the whole afternoon took a very different turn. I heard the doorbell ring, so I went to answer it – and then walked back as the smartly dressed man came in, carrying a pilot bag in one hand and a gun in his other hand.

“Not a word,” he said quietly, “just walk back into the front room, nice and calmly, and I’ll talk to whoever else is there.”

So, I walked back in, Patricia and Becky looking at me and at the man who followed me in. He looked round the room, and said “let’s just stay calm, all of you. Kid – come and sit with your mother.”

“Come and sit with me,” I said to Becky as she walked over her eyes fixed on the gun before she sat down and I put my arm round her. Patricia’s eyes were wide open behind her glasses as the man looked at her, and said “go and pull the blinds down, and then I want you to lie face down along that couch, with your hands behind your back.”

As she stood up and walked over, he put the bag down and opened it, before he took out a length of white rope. Patricia walked back over and lay face down on the couch, Becky and me watching as he crossed her wrists behind her back and started to use the rope to bind them tightly together.

“Mummy why is the man doing this to Aunt Patricia,” Becky said as she looked at me.

“Well, I think this man is going to take some things from us,” I said quietly, “so we just need to let him do what he is going to do – we can be brave together, all right?”

Becky slowly nodded as the man walked back over, Patricia rolling over and watching as he took several more ropes out and then knelt in front of Becky and me.

“I’m going to make sure you stay on the couch – will you be a brave girl and not try to struggle?”

Becky slowly nodded as he wrapped oner length around her ankles and pulled them tightly together, watching as he took the lengths around and between her legs before he tied the ends off behind her ankles. He then used a second length to secure her legs together below her knees, Becky trying to twist her legs as he looked at me and said, “put your hands behind your back.”

I nodded and smiled at Becky as I felt the thin ropes forcing my wrists together. “Don’t worry,” I said quietly, “we’ll all be the same I think.”

“We’ll be all right,” Patricia said as the man then doubled over a longer rope and passed it round my upper body, forcing my arms against my sides as I continued to smile. He tied the ropes off and then passed a rope round Becky’s arms to make sur her arms stayed beside her sides. He then tied her wrists together in front of her, before he tied rope from them to the band below her knees.

As he took more rope over to Patricia and started to bind her ankles and legs, Becky looked at me and said, “I’ll be brave Mummy.,”

“I know you will,” I said as I leaned over and kissed her on the head, while we both watched him secure my sister’s ankles and legs, then helped her to sit up before he passed the rope round her upper body and arms as well. He then made her stand up and jump over to sit beside Becky, before he said, “can I trust you both to be quiet while I take this young lady round the house?”

“We’ll be quiet,” Patricia said, Becky nodding as he helped em to stand up and walked me out of the room, up the stairs and round the bedrooms, forcing me to tell him where our valuables were and watch as he tipped them into his pilot’s bag, as well as the contents of my husband’s safe.

When we came back in, I sat with Becky as the man made Patricia go back to the other couch and lie on her side – but before he did this, he rolled up a white silk scarf and pulled it between her lips, tying the band tightly round her head before she lay down. He then took a second scarf from his bag and rolled it up, as said to Becky “he is going to put that in your mouth and tie the band round your head, then he’ll do the same to me. Just stay calm and we’ll be fine, all right?”

She nodded as I watched him gag her, and then he gagged me with a third scarf before he bound my ankles and legs, the rope squeaking on ym botos as well as when Becky tried to move her legs. He then closed the bag, the gun inside, and left us to wonder when my husband would ger home, Becky resting her head against me…


Story 2

Charles Grainger was sat on one of the couches, still wearing his suit, shirt and tie from his office, his wife Agatha sat next to her with their hand son their laps. She was wearing a dress – black with large white dots – with a short skirt, natural hose and black heels.

“Girls,” he said quietly, “I want you to do what the men say to do – I don’t want you to be hurt in any way. Do you understand?”

The three girls nodded as they stood in front of their parents. The oldest, Zoe, was twelve years old, and was wearing a short-sleeved light blue velour dress with a knee length skirt, and dark brown mid-calf leather boots over long brown socks. Eleven-year-old Abigail was wearing a brown corduroy mini-dress over a long-sleeved white blouse with a frilled front, and knee length light brown go-go boots. The youngest girl, nine-year-old Mary, was wearing a black knee length pinafore dress with a long-sleeved blouse like Abigail, as well as knee length white socks and grey sandals.

There were also two men in the room – both wearing black jumpers and pants, and black stockings pulled down over their heads as one of them held a gun in his gloved hand.

The second man knelt behind Zoe and took her hands behind her back, using a length of cord to secure her wrists together as he said, “don’t struggle – I don’t want to hurt you, so let me do this.”

“All right,” she whispered as the cord went between her wrists and was pulled tighter, before the man went behind Abigail and started to bind her wrists together behind her back as well. As he did, a third masked man came in, carrying a pillowcase which clinked as he put it on a chair, then took from a large bag more of the thin white cord and pulling Agatha’s wrists behind her back as he started to bind her as well.

Mary bit her lower lip as her wrist were bound tightly together behind her back, as she watched her mother and father, before the man said “all right girls – thank you. I need you now to sit on the floor facing the TV, while I secure your ankles in the same way as your wrists.”

“Do as he says,” Charles said quietly, the three girls walking over and sitting in front of the second ouch so they could look at the television. The masked man then knelt down and crossed Abigail’s ankles, beginning to bind them tightly together as the third man knelt in front of Margo and started to bind her crossed ankles as well.

He then secured her legs together below her knees as the three girls had their ankles secured, and then a rope tied between all three of them to link them together. He then folded a cloth and pushed it into each of their mouths, Margo having her mouth stuffed as well before the armed man made Charles stand up.

“Come with me – watch them until I give the signal,” he said, Charles looking at them as Margo was helped to lie along the couch, looking at her daughters as the TV was turned on, the other two intruders sitting in the armchairs and watching them…


Story 3

Evey, Rose and I had all been to a Saturday morning matinee and stopped at Wimpey’s for lunch before we caught the bus home. I was ten years old at the time, Rose 12 and Evey 14. While I was wearing a red jumper, light brown pants with red pockets and brown shoes, Rose was wearing a red smock top over a brown jumper, red fares and brown shoes, while Evey was wearing a black vest over a white blouse, floral pants and white ankle boots. Mum had stayed home with my youngest sister, seven-year-old Gail, because she was unwell.

So, we all caught the bus home, and walked up the path to our front door – and straight into a trap! When we went in, I stopped in the door to the main room to look at my mother and Gail. Mum was wearing a long yellow waistcoat over a white long sleeved minidress with a fancy pleated necktie, and knee length white leather boots – but I could see she had her hands behind her back, the bands of rope round her ankles and her legs below her knees, and the length of sticking plaster pressed down over her mouth.

Gail was sitting on Mum’s lap, wearing her own white boots, red tight and a brown leather pinafore dress over a long-sleeved red jumper – but she also had her hands behind her back, and there was a rope wound her waist as she sat there that I realized also went round Mum. Her ankles and legs were tied in the same way, and the brown plaster over her mouth.

“What’s going on,” Evey said as she came behind em and stared in, before Rose said “guys?” We both turned round to see there was a man standing with his black gloved hand on my sister’s shoulder, wearing a jumper and jeans and with a black mask over his eyes.

“Well, this is unexpected,” he said quietly as he looked at me. “I’m going to need your help kid to stop your sisters raising the alarm – and then I’m going to stop you raising the alarm as well. Got it?”

I could only nod, swallowing as he smiled and said “good – you girls, I want you to walk into the room and lie face down on the floor, then put your hands behind your back. Do it now, nice and quietly.”

I had to watch as Rose and Evey walked past me and lay down, the man picking up a rucksack as he motioned with the gun and said, “go and kneel beside one of the girls.” As I knelt by Rose, he knelt by Evey and took a length of rope from the bag, handing me it as he took another and said “right, copy me. Double the rope over, and your girls cross your wrists.”

“What are you going to do,” Evey said as I doubled the rope, and then copied him as he wrapped the rope round Evey’s wrists and pulled the ends back through the loop. I did the same to Rose and then wrapped the rope round several times before I tucked the ends under a band, separated the ends as he did, and then pulled them round between her arms before tying the ends off out of reach of her fingers. It made me – excited as he moved to Evey’s ankles and motioned to me to do the same, then handed me another length of rope and told me to cross her ankles before I tied them together on the same way.

“Are you all right,” I said as I looked at my sister, Rose turning her head and nodding before the man made me bend her ankles back and used another length of rope to tie them to her wrists. He then tore a length of sticking plaster from a roll and handed it to me, before he said, “press that down over your sister’s mouth.” Rose put her head up as I brushed her long red-brown hair out of the way and then covered her mouth as he did the same to Evey.

My sisters looked at each other and then at Mum and Gail as the man said “all right kiddo – your turn. Lie face down on the couch.”

I walked over and lay down, wondering why the sight of my family bound and gagged was exciting me so much as he crossed and bound my wrists together behind ym back. It was – a very strange feeling, and my body was beginning to feel very strange as well as I felt the rope rubbing on ym wrists and then felt him cross and bind my ankles tightly together as well.

He pulled my ankles back and then tied them to ym wrists before he rolled me onto ym side and I saw him tear the plaster free from the roll. “Stay calm, kid – you’ll be fine,” he said before he pressed the brown fabric down over my mouth, and I felt the tug on the skin as I realized I could not say anything.

He left us there, as Mum, Gail, Rose and Evey started to try and get free – the sight of all four of them wriggling round doing something to me as I watched. Something exciting, something new – as I felt I had to roll over and try to escape myself while enjoying what was happening…


Story 4

Elaine was six and Alex eleven when this happened – decades ago now, but it remains fresh in the mind. We all had our hair styled like Diana – the girls with their dark brown hair and mine light blonde, and I remember I was wearing a blue dress with red bands at the chest and hem, as well as grey knee length leather boots. Alex was wearing red dungarees and brown suede ankle boots with a blue and black tartan top, while Elaine was wearing a red boho style dress with lone white sleeves and a Peter Pan collar – she was bare foot, which given what the woman did, was just as well.

We had been sitting watching Playdays when the door to the room opened, and this teenage woman -well, girl walked in, wearing a denim jacket and jeans with a black t-shirt, and dark glasses. She looked at the three of us and then produced a knife – something that made both Elaine and Alex gasp as she told them to stay where they were and then do exactly what she told them to do, or she might hurt them. I didn’t want that. So, I told them both to stay quiet as the girl stood by me and then told them both to stand up with their arms by their sides, their hands with their palms against their bodies.

I watched them both as they did this, and then she threw at em a large roll of grey duct tape and told me to wrap it round their waists and wrists so that they could not move their hands away. Swallowing, I did what she had insisted I do to both of them, Elaine first and then Alex, the grey tape making like a belt. I tore the tape free and patted it down behind them, before she told me to do that same round their upper arms and body.

Once I had done this, she made me stand up, and we walked up the stairs to my bedroom. The girls were talking to each other as we did so, but she had my arm, and I said nothing as we went in. She then told them to lie on their backs on the bed, and forced me to tape their ankles together, and then their legs, above and below their knees, so they looked like silver worms as they wriggled next to each other.

She then told me to put all my jewellery boxes on the dressing table, before making em stand as the girls had done while she took the tape and secured my wrists and arms to the side of my body. She then moved the girls further apart on the bed before I managed to lie between them, watching as she taped my ankles and legs, the slightly darker grey actually going well with my boots…


The three of us looked at each other as we wriggled round and giggled – but that was topped when she pressed grey tape down over all our mouths, then emptied my jewellery into a carrier bag before she left us to try and get free…


Story 5

She had long dark brown hair which fell loosely over the shoulders of the sleeveless purple crochet tunic she was wearing with a long-sleeved white polo neck top, a metal ring belt fastened round her waist. The matching tight skirt she was wearing came down over her knees, and her lower legs were encased in a pair of knee length chocolate brown leather boots with a low square heel.

She also had a shocked look on her face as she saw me standing in her living room, her hands slowly rising into the air as my gun persuaded her I was not someone to try and fight with. I was wearing a dark jacket and pants with a roll neck sweater, polished shoes, gloves and a pair of dark glasses.

I very nicely asked to give me her handbag – which she did – and then I invited her to kneel in front of the wooden couch in the front room, her head on the cushions, and her hands behind her back. I had a bag with plenty of supplies with me, so as she walked slowly over and knelt down, I was able to retrieve a length of brown rope and then kneel behind her, putting her hands together and then securing her wrist with the rope going around and between her slim limbs.

I heard her soft gasp as I tightened the binding and then secured the ends, before I made her raise her head, and passed the longer rope round her upper body, forcing her arms against her sides and framing her chest as the crochet top was stretched the gaps widening to show the white underneath.

I then took shorter lengths of rope between her body and arms to tighten those bands, before I made her sit on the couch, watching as I crossed and secured her ankles together, the leather squeaking as the rope made her legs rub against each other as well as the rope itself rubbing on her boots. I then secured her legs together below her knees, before I started to request for her to tell em where her valuables were.

It was as she was telling me that we both heard the front door open and close, and I went behind her my gloved hand over her mouth and my gun against her back as her two daughters walked into the room and stopped. They were sixteen and fourteen, both were wearing black leotards with their long blonde hair falling over their shoulders. They also both were wearing crochet skirts with pom-poms at the waist hanging down. The older girl had a purple and blue one, the younger girl a sunshine yellow, both with fringed hems. Their outfits were completed by the knee length black leather boots they were both wearing their dance shoes in their hands.

I told them not to scream, or their mother would not like it, and to let their dance shoes drop to the floor before they sat back-to-back on the floor and linked their arms together at the elbows. Their mother watched as they did just that, and I told her to keep them calm before I went round with my bag and took more ropes out.

I started by binding their ankles tightly together with ropes, before I told them both to bend their legs, and then secured them together below their knees, cinching each binding between their legs as well. In a sense, I was glad they had come – I had been sore tempted to help their mother enjoy a special time, but now she had company…

Once I had their legs secured, I took the younger girl’s wrists and crossed them before I bound them tightly together and then tied them down to the rope below her knees. Moving over, I did the same thing to her sister and then used a longer rope to hold them both together round their upper bodies.

I had one more thing to do, however – to keep them quiet, and I had in my bag a selection of wiffle balls with strings tied on either side. Two of them proved to be most useful in muffling the girls, preventing them from raising the alarm – and a third di the same thing for their mother before I laid her on her side, the three of them looking at each other as I went to raid the bedrooms…

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Amazing!

I really like the improvised ballgags in the last story, great idea