Hijab Tales - No Defence (MF/F)
Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2025 5:31 pm
On My Own
It genuinely took Fatima by surprise the day it happened. Although she followed the Islamic faith, the work that she did required her to dress in a certain way to make customers feel comfortable – so that day she was wearing a loose fitting beige jumper and a knee length dark blue skirt, dark tights and knee lengths black leather boots, and the usual black hijab with a patterned large headscarf tied round her neck in a band, the ends hanging down in front of her.
As the last customer left the jewelry store, the guard closed the door behind them as he saluted -and then he turned ot see a young couple standing outside. He looked at Fatima, who in turn looked at her manager. The smartly dressed man looked at his watch and said, “let them in – once they go, we can lock up.”
Fatima nodded as the guard let the couple in, the young man smiling as he said, “I am glad we did not arrive too late, we wondered if we could view the tray of engagement rings, please.”
“Of course,” Fatima said as she turned and unlocked the cabinet, removing the tray, turning round – and then seeing the small pistol in the gloved hand of the woman, as the man forced the manager and guard into the rear of the store.
“I am so sorry, my dear,” the woman said as she placed her large shoulder bag on the counter, “but I need you to unlock all of the cabinets before you lie face down and put your hands behind your back.”
Fatima was too shocked, too scared to do anything other than unlock the remaining cabinets and then lie face down behind the counter, the woman coming round and drawing from her handbag a length of white cord before she crossed Fatima’s wrists behind her back and secured them tightly together, the rope going around and between her wrists.
Fatima bit on her lower lip as she felt the woman crossing and biding her ankles in the same way as her wrist, and then the gloved hands untying and removing the scarf from around her neck.
“please, do not remove my hijab,” she whispered, “I cannot…”
“Don’t worry, little one,” the woman whispered into Fatima’s ear, “just open your mouth.” She then rolled up the scarf and tied a large knot in the middle, waiting as Fatima opened her mouth before she tasted the perfume on the knot as it was pushed into her mouth, felt the silk band as it was tied tightly round her head and pushed her cheeks in.
Fatima was then turned over and her legs bent, as she looked up at the woman while she emptied the contents of the cabinets into her bag. She then went to the rear of the shop, Fatima waiting as she tried to process what happened and heard doors opening and closing at the back.
The silence was deafening as she felt the knot of silk getting wetter and wetter in her mouth, and then she tried to call out – but all she heard was a muffled “HLLLPPP!!!! SHMMHHNHLPMH!!!”
She then looked ot re door, wondering why the manager and guard had not come back in, and fearing they were worse than she was, before she heard footsteps, and a voice call out “Police! Is there anyone in here?”
“HLLPPMHMHHH!”
She looked to the door as a police officer came in, and knelt by her, pulling the soaking wet silk from her mouth as she gasped “where… Where are the others?”
“What others – you are the only person we’ve found…”
Reflection
“Don’t say a word. Do as I tell you, you’ll be just fine.”
I just stared at the wall as I heard the male voice behind me and felt the disc pressing into the small of my back. I had just come into my flat when this happened and had not even had time to remove my brown leather jacket or the tweed cap on my head.
“What do you want,” I whispered.
“Take off your coat and hat, let them fall to the floor.”
I slowly let my coat slip down my arms and back, then removed the cap to reveal the cream colored hijab that covered my hair and neck, the ends tucked under the neck of the tight sand colored rib sweater. I was also wearing tight tan leather pants with the legs tucked into over the knee sand colored suede boots with a block heel.
“Take off the glasses as well, fold the legs, and put them over your shoulder.”
“What do you want,” I asked again as I handed them over.
“For you to be a good girl and do what I say.”
“Okay – and now?”
“Put your hands behind your back, palm to palm, and don’t move.”
I wondered what was going ot happen, but the pressure was against my back, so I put my hand behind myself and felt the pressure lessen – before whoever this was pulled my elbows together behind my back with some sort of rope, making my chest come out as the binding got tighter and tighter. He then used more of whatever it was to secure my wrists together, as I tried to move my fingers – with no luck.
“That…. That’s too tight…”
“Oh, I am just getting started…”
I wondered what he meant by that – and that I felt this hands on my top as I looked down. Hands in latex gloves, like a doctor, which was passing a white rope round my body below my chest and then pulling it tight, forcing my arms against my back before it went round again, this time above my chest, framing my breasts as the bands get wider and tighter, my jumper stretching over them as he continued to secure me.
When I felt him tying the ropes off behind me, I tried to move my arms – but they were literally fused into place as I wondered what he was going to do next. I got the answer to that as I felt him move the rope under my arm on one side, then pull it up and take it round the back of my neck, before taking it under the other arm. That made the rope bands even tighter, as I wondered what else he was going to do.
“Close your eyes.”
I nodded as I did so, afraid of what he might do if I did not -and then I felt him turn me round, and the back of his hands on my chest and breasts as he tied the rope between them, making the bands even tighter on the front. He then turned me round again as I felt him put his arm between my legs and then I gasped as the rope was pulled up and back, rubbing on my pants there as the rope was taken up and tied off behind me as well.
“Open your eyes.”
As I did so, he turned me and I felt the pressure against my back again as he said “walk” – so I walked, the ropes rubbing my upper body and between my legs. Making me feel woozy as we went into the front room of my flat. He then told me to stop, and I gasped before I felt my kegs been drawn together below my knees. Glancing down, I saw the rope going around and between them and then felt him tightening and tying off the ends before he did the same thing at my ankles, the rope sinking into the soft leather and making it lighter as he pulled it tighter and tighter.
I really could not move now as I began to feel faint - the ropes so tight, rubbing in that way with every twist and move I made…
That was when he put his arms round me and massaged my breasts, making me squirm in the ropes, the damn tight ropes that held me and rubbed on me in all sorts of places…
He made me kneel down and then lie down on my stomach, before he pulled my ankles back and I sensed him securing them to one of the others ropes – before he pushed a cloth into my mouth, and wound brown tape round my head as a gag, before he then blindfolded me with the same tape.
I tried to move – and then I realized where he had tied my ankles to as I felt the dampness under my pants and rope, and felt the fire start to slowly build as I struggled…
The Cat
I had been approached in the store by a young woman who had moved into the area, asking if I would run a security risk assessment – and when she mentioned she had been recommended to em by Xavier international, I knew what type of assessment she wished me to carry out.
And that is why, a week later, I was parked outside the wall around a large house as a Jaguar drove through the gate, and I saw the client get out. She was slim, early forties, and wearing a red jacket over a black leather dress, her legs in a pair of tight over the knee red leather stiletto heel boots and fishnet tights, a patterned black and red scarf tied over her hair and round her neck.
I watched her walk in and then got out of my car and walked up the driveway, carrying a large briefcase with me. I looked round the door, noting the lack of any cameras – or indeed a camera doorbell – so I tried the door handle and found it opened easily, allowing em to get into the tastefully decorated hallway.
I looked past the door and saw her looking into a mirror – and then she stopped as she saw em come in and put a gloved finger to my hand, before I pulled a chair away from a table and invited her to sit down. As she did, she commented I got in very easily, which I said I would include in my report – before she sat down at my requested and then allowed me to guide her arms round the chair back. Opening my briefcase, I took out a length of white parachute cord and used it to secure her wrists together, before securing the rope to the back of the chair.
I then passed a longer length of cord round her waist and made sure she was pulled against the chair back, before I knelt in front of her. We discussed possible improvements to the entrance area as I secured her ankles together and then to the front leg of the chair, and then I secured her legs together below her knees, apologizing as I took the rope between her legs and made sure they were snugly bound.
She had the good grace to accept my apologies, as I stood up and removed from my briefcase a roll of white tape, peeling a strip and tearing it off before I pressed it firmly down over her lips. She then watched as I took out the Dictaphone from my briefcase and looked round the room, speaking into it as I noted placement for alarms and recording devices, and then left her to contemplate what could have happened as I looked round the rest of the house.
No, I did not take anything – but I did release her when I had finished and outlined my recommendations, which she accepted – a professional and successful visit in many ways…
The Selfie Snatcher
I had spent some time checking the woman I wanted ot extend the next invitation to stay to – the nineteen year old daughter of a local imam, but one who was somewhat liberal. He had to be to allow his daughter to dress the way she did, so as I let myself into the side door of their house I listened to see if anyone else was around, and then slowly made my way up the staircase towards where I could hear music.
She was standing looking at herself in the mirror, a cream hijab over her head and round her neck, then tucked into the neck of the black top she was wearing, It had long sleeves, a thin black belt fastened round her waist and a black fringed hem which barely came to the top of the thigh high brown suede boots with a block heel. She was wearing black leggings, but it was not possible to see much of them.
I waited until she did what I needed for her to do – held up her gold mobile phone and smiled shyly as she took a selfie of herself. I then quickly walked in behind her, and hand gagged her, telling her not to struggle as she reached up and tried to pull my hand away.
She tried for a few minutes, but I kept talking to her, admiring the scent of her perfume before she stopped struggling and looked at me in the mirror. I nodded and told her to put her phone on the bed – as she did so, I drew from my pocket a length of thin cord and then pulled her wrists quickly behind her back before binding them together.
She was too shocked ot say anything, as I took a longer length of cord out and passed it round her body, forcing her arms against her sides as I framed her chest in two bands, and admittedly, I checked the way she looked in the mirror as the bands stretched her top over her chest.
That was when she asked me what I was doing in her house - so I was honest with her and told her she was going to come with me until her family paid a suitable return fee. She stared at me in the mirror, and then opened her mouth to say something – but before she could do, I pushed a cloth into her mouth and told her to close her lips, before I peeled from inside my jacket a length of clear tape and pressed it firmly down over her red lips.
I then left an envelope with her phone and walked her out of the room, down the stairs, out of the back door and into the rear of my van, before I helped her to sit down. She watched me as I secured her legs together at her ankles, as well as below and above her knees, each binding cinched as the brown suede lightened several shades under the bands of white.
I then got out and closed the door- I needed to get to the holding building as quickly as possible…
The China Doll Gang
Elizabeth had converted ot her husband’s faith when they married, and she wanted ot please him, which is why she wore the hijab – but it also pleased him to see her fashionably dressed, which is why she was wearing a dark orange wool cardigan over a black top and leggings. She was also wearing a pair of over the knee leather boots with a black sole and heel, the shade of green of the leather was only slightly darker than the scarf tied over her head and round her neck.
That exact moment in time, however, she was scared, struggling to control her fear and her breathing as she removed her watch, her rings, her necklaces, and placed them carefully in the black velvet sack the woman in front of her was holding. She was not as tall as Elizabeth and was dressed in a very different way – the grey body suit covering her from her head to the short grey boots, the grey gloves on her hands, and the white featureless mask that covered her face.
She knew who she was – who they were, because two more identically dressed were in the room with her, and a fourth had headed up the stairs. One of them was standing with a very real pistol in her hand, while the third one was unraveling a long skein of brown rope, before walking behind her.
She would have asked them what they were going to do, what they wanted, but she knew one simple fact from the reports she had read of these women – they were not going to say anything , as the woman – no, she had to be honest as the China Doll in front of her looked at her, and stood with her arms by her sides. Elizabeth did the same as she saw the ropes going down in front of her on either side, and she gulped – she had an idea of what was going to happen, and the gun in the second doll’s hand meant she had no choice.
The grey gloved hands came round and wound the rope down her arms, pulling them behind her as Elizabeht felt the ropes thorough her cardigan. The doll continued as she folded the woman’s arms behind her back and wound the rope around them, her wrists secured to her elbows before the ends were taken up and through a small loop at the back of her neck, and then pulled it down as Elizabeth gasped again.
“That’s tight,” she whispered, and then she watched the two Dolls nod slowly as the rope was taken round her upper arms and chest, framing her upper body in a lattice of binding before the ropes were tied off behind her.
The armed Doll then indicated the long seat, Elizabeth nodding ad sitting down before she saw the Doll take another rope from a bag and walked over, doubling it over and wrapping it round her legs below her knees, the leather squeaking under the rubbing of the rope as it went around and between her legs, before it was taken down and used to bind her ankles together in the same way. Elizabeht twisted her legs from side to side, the squeaking continuing as a black headscarf from the bag was rolled up and a large knot tied in the middle.
As the knot was held in front of her mouth, Elizabeth breathed deeply and then allowed her captor to push the silk know past her teeth, the material pressing her tongue down as the band was passed round her head and the ends secured tightly at the base of her neck, round the rope as well. She was then helped ot lie face down before her legs were pulled back, and her ankles secured to her forearms with more rope.
Roling onto her side, she watched as the fourth Doll came back in and deposited a white sack into the bag, before all four of them walked slowly backwards, leaving her to try and get free – if it was at all possible to…
The Gentlemen Robbers
“I am so glad you are cooperating,” Mister Tall said as he walked into the bedroom with Ayesha, “it makes thing so much easier to manage.”
“Well, you made it very difficult to refuse,” Ayesha said as she sat one her bed, wriggling her fingers behind her back. The contrast in clothing was striking – Mister Tall was wearing his usual outfit of the black leather jacket over a roll neck sweater, pants, shoes, gloves and balaclava mask. Ayesha was dressed in white – a ling white jersey dress with long sleeves, and high white loose leather boots with a square heel. The only contrast was the peach scarf she wore over her hair and round her neck, the ends tucked under the neck of her dress.
The cuffs of the sleeves of her dress were flared out under the tight ropes that held Ayesha’s wrists together behind her back, and the dress was stretched over her chest by the bands of rope that framed it, holding her arms firmly against her sides. She had walked into her home to find the two men waiting for her – the smaller of them, named rather appropriately Mister Small, had spoken first, but the pistol he had pointed at her had added force to the words he said about cooperating and not raising the alarm.
They had certainly shown due consideration – never raised their voices, but making it clear they were in charge, as she had given them the code to the safe in her husband’s office. They had then secured her wrists and arms, and as Mister Small had made his way to the office, Mister Tall had escorted her to the main bedroom, and now she was sitting, watching as he said, “so the jewelry safe?”
“In the wardrobe, the combination is…” She gave a number, Mister Tall nodding as he stood at the wardrobe door and she heard the whirr of the unlocking door. He smiled as he said “good – and any remaining boxes?”
“The drawers over there,” Ayesha said as she watched him empty trays of her jewelry into a bag, as well as bundles of notes, and then moved over to the drawers as Ayesha turned herself.
“so, what happens when you have what you want?”
“We ensure you are unable to raise the alarm – a small inconvenience which we hope you accept with god grace.”
“Do I truly have a choice?”
Mister Tall looked over and smiled as he said “no” and then put a velvet bag into his larger one. He continued his search of the bureau, and then looked over as Mister Small came in.
“Business concluded downstairs?”
“Business concluded,” Mister Small said as he knelt and put a bag down, Ayesha watching as he removed more rope from the bag and then crossed her ankles before he began to bind them tightly together, the rope making the leather squeak as it rubbed and compressed the soft material round her ankles.
As he tied the ropes off, he said “please forgive the impertinence” as he folded the hem of the skirt of her dress up and back, and secured her legs together below her knees before he folded the hem back, and then helped her to lie on her side on the bed, her head resting on the pillows. He then took a roll of white tape from the bag and peeled the end free before he wound the tape round her head, covering her mouth and chin as she was silenced.
“Hshshwhuhmhn,” she mumbled as he peeled the tape free, tore the end off and pressed it down as Mister Tall picked up the bags. “The Gentlemen Robbers bid you adieu,” he said as he and Mister small made a low bow, “may we never meet again.”
“Fnnkuhfhrbhnnhs,” Ayesha mumbled as she watched the two masked men leave her to wait for rescue…
It genuinely took Fatima by surprise the day it happened. Although she followed the Islamic faith, the work that she did required her to dress in a certain way to make customers feel comfortable – so that day she was wearing a loose fitting beige jumper and a knee length dark blue skirt, dark tights and knee lengths black leather boots, and the usual black hijab with a patterned large headscarf tied round her neck in a band, the ends hanging down in front of her.
As the last customer left the jewelry store, the guard closed the door behind them as he saluted -and then he turned ot see a young couple standing outside. He looked at Fatima, who in turn looked at her manager. The smartly dressed man looked at his watch and said, “let them in – once they go, we can lock up.”
Fatima nodded as the guard let the couple in, the young man smiling as he said, “I am glad we did not arrive too late, we wondered if we could view the tray of engagement rings, please.”
“Of course,” Fatima said as she turned and unlocked the cabinet, removing the tray, turning round – and then seeing the small pistol in the gloved hand of the woman, as the man forced the manager and guard into the rear of the store.
“I am so sorry, my dear,” the woman said as she placed her large shoulder bag on the counter, “but I need you to unlock all of the cabinets before you lie face down and put your hands behind your back.”
Fatima was too shocked, too scared to do anything other than unlock the remaining cabinets and then lie face down behind the counter, the woman coming round and drawing from her handbag a length of white cord before she crossed Fatima’s wrists behind her back and secured them tightly together, the rope going around and between her wrists.
Fatima bit on her lower lip as she felt the woman crossing and biding her ankles in the same way as her wrist, and then the gloved hands untying and removing the scarf from around her neck.
“please, do not remove my hijab,” she whispered, “I cannot…”
“Don’t worry, little one,” the woman whispered into Fatima’s ear, “just open your mouth.” She then rolled up the scarf and tied a large knot in the middle, waiting as Fatima opened her mouth before she tasted the perfume on the knot as it was pushed into her mouth, felt the silk band as it was tied tightly round her head and pushed her cheeks in.
Fatima was then turned over and her legs bent, as she looked up at the woman while she emptied the contents of the cabinets into her bag. She then went to the rear of the shop, Fatima waiting as she tried to process what happened and heard doors opening and closing at the back.
The silence was deafening as she felt the knot of silk getting wetter and wetter in her mouth, and then she tried to call out – but all she heard was a muffled “HLLLPPP!!!! SHMMHHNHLPMH!!!”
She then looked ot re door, wondering why the manager and guard had not come back in, and fearing they were worse than she was, before she heard footsteps, and a voice call out “Police! Is there anyone in here?”
“HLLPPMHMHHH!”
She looked to the door as a police officer came in, and knelt by her, pulling the soaking wet silk from her mouth as she gasped “where… Where are the others?”
“What others – you are the only person we’ve found…”
Reflection
“Don’t say a word. Do as I tell you, you’ll be just fine.”
I just stared at the wall as I heard the male voice behind me and felt the disc pressing into the small of my back. I had just come into my flat when this happened and had not even had time to remove my brown leather jacket or the tweed cap on my head.
“What do you want,” I whispered.
“Take off your coat and hat, let them fall to the floor.”
I slowly let my coat slip down my arms and back, then removed the cap to reveal the cream colored hijab that covered my hair and neck, the ends tucked under the neck of the tight sand colored rib sweater. I was also wearing tight tan leather pants with the legs tucked into over the knee sand colored suede boots with a block heel.
“Take off the glasses as well, fold the legs, and put them over your shoulder.”
“What do you want,” I asked again as I handed them over.
“For you to be a good girl and do what I say.”
“Okay – and now?”
“Put your hands behind your back, palm to palm, and don’t move.”
I wondered what was going ot happen, but the pressure was against my back, so I put my hand behind myself and felt the pressure lessen – before whoever this was pulled my elbows together behind my back with some sort of rope, making my chest come out as the binding got tighter and tighter. He then used more of whatever it was to secure my wrists together, as I tried to move my fingers – with no luck.
“That…. That’s too tight…”
“Oh, I am just getting started…”
I wondered what he meant by that – and that I felt this hands on my top as I looked down. Hands in latex gloves, like a doctor, which was passing a white rope round my body below my chest and then pulling it tight, forcing my arms against my back before it went round again, this time above my chest, framing my breasts as the bands get wider and tighter, my jumper stretching over them as he continued to secure me.
When I felt him tying the ropes off behind me, I tried to move my arms – but they were literally fused into place as I wondered what he was going to do next. I got the answer to that as I felt him move the rope under my arm on one side, then pull it up and take it round the back of my neck, before taking it under the other arm. That made the rope bands even tighter, as I wondered what else he was going to do.
“Close your eyes.”
I nodded as I did so, afraid of what he might do if I did not -and then I felt him turn me round, and the back of his hands on my chest and breasts as he tied the rope between them, making the bands even tighter on the front. He then turned me round again as I felt him put his arm between my legs and then I gasped as the rope was pulled up and back, rubbing on my pants there as the rope was taken up and tied off behind me as well.
“Open your eyes.”
As I did so, he turned me and I felt the pressure against my back again as he said “walk” – so I walked, the ropes rubbing my upper body and between my legs. Making me feel woozy as we went into the front room of my flat. He then told me to stop, and I gasped before I felt my kegs been drawn together below my knees. Glancing down, I saw the rope going around and between them and then felt him tightening and tying off the ends before he did the same thing at my ankles, the rope sinking into the soft leather and making it lighter as he pulled it tighter and tighter.
I really could not move now as I began to feel faint - the ropes so tight, rubbing in that way with every twist and move I made…
That was when he put his arms round me and massaged my breasts, making me squirm in the ropes, the damn tight ropes that held me and rubbed on me in all sorts of places…
He made me kneel down and then lie down on my stomach, before he pulled my ankles back and I sensed him securing them to one of the others ropes – before he pushed a cloth into my mouth, and wound brown tape round my head as a gag, before he then blindfolded me with the same tape.
I tried to move – and then I realized where he had tied my ankles to as I felt the dampness under my pants and rope, and felt the fire start to slowly build as I struggled…
The Cat
I had been approached in the store by a young woman who had moved into the area, asking if I would run a security risk assessment – and when she mentioned she had been recommended to em by Xavier international, I knew what type of assessment she wished me to carry out.
And that is why, a week later, I was parked outside the wall around a large house as a Jaguar drove through the gate, and I saw the client get out. She was slim, early forties, and wearing a red jacket over a black leather dress, her legs in a pair of tight over the knee red leather stiletto heel boots and fishnet tights, a patterned black and red scarf tied over her hair and round her neck.
I watched her walk in and then got out of my car and walked up the driveway, carrying a large briefcase with me. I looked round the door, noting the lack of any cameras – or indeed a camera doorbell – so I tried the door handle and found it opened easily, allowing em to get into the tastefully decorated hallway.
I looked past the door and saw her looking into a mirror – and then she stopped as she saw em come in and put a gloved finger to my hand, before I pulled a chair away from a table and invited her to sit down. As she did, she commented I got in very easily, which I said I would include in my report – before she sat down at my requested and then allowed me to guide her arms round the chair back. Opening my briefcase, I took out a length of white parachute cord and used it to secure her wrists together, before securing the rope to the back of the chair.
I then passed a longer length of cord round her waist and made sure she was pulled against the chair back, before I knelt in front of her. We discussed possible improvements to the entrance area as I secured her ankles together and then to the front leg of the chair, and then I secured her legs together below her knees, apologizing as I took the rope between her legs and made sure they were snugly bound.
She had the good grace to accept my apologies, as I stood up and removed from my briefcase a roll of white tape, peeling a strip and tearing it off before I pressed it firmly down over her lips. She then watched as I took out the Dictaphone from my briefcase and looked round the room, speaking into it as I noted placement for alarms and recording devices, and then left her to contemplate what could have happened as I looked round the rest of the house.
No, I did not take anything – but I did release her when I had finished and outlined my recommendations, which she accepted – a professional and successful visit in many ways…
The Selfie Snatcher
I had spent some time checking the woman I wanted ot extend the next invitation to stay to – the nineteen year old daughter of a local imam, but one who was somewhat liberal. He had to be to allow his daughter to dress the way she did, so as I let myself into the side door of their house I listened to see if anyone else was around, and then slowly made my way up the staircase towards where I could hear music.
She was standing looking at herself in the mirror, a cream hijab over her head and round her neck, then tucked into the neck of the black top she was wearing, It had long sleeves, a thin black belt fastened round her waist and a black fringed hem which barely came to the top of the thigh high brown suede boots with a block heel. She was wearing black leggings, but it was not possible to see much of them.
I waited until she did what I needed for her to do – held up her gold mobile phone and smiled shyly as she took a selfie of herself. I then quickly walked in behind her, and hand gagged her, telling her not to struggle as she reached up and tried to pull my hand away.
She tried for a few minutes, but I kept talking to her, admiring the scent of her perfume before she stopped struggling and looked at me in the mirror. I nodded and told her to put her phone on the bed – as she did so, I drew from my pocket a length of thin cord and then pulled her wrists quickly behind her back before binding them together.
She was too shocked ot say anything, as I took a longer length of cord out and passed it round her body, forcing her arms against her sides as I framed her chest in two bands, and admittedly, I checked the way she looked in the mirror as the bands stretched her top over her chest.
That was when she asked me what I was doing in her house - so I was honest with her and told her she was going to come with me until her family paid a suitable return fee. She stared at me in the mirror, and then opened her mouth to say something – but before she could do, I pushed a cloth into her mouth and told her to close her lips, before I peeled from inside my jacket a length of clear tape and pressed it firmly down over her red lips.
I then left an envelope with her phone and walked her out of the room, down the stairs, out of the back door and into the rear of my van, before I helped her to sit down. She watched me as I secured her legs together at her ankles, as well as below and above her knees, each binding cinched as the brown suede lightened several shades under the bands of white.
I then got out and closed the door- I needed to get to the holding building as quickly as possible…
The China Doll Gang
Elizabeth had converted ot her husband’s faith when they married, and she wanted ot please him, which is why she wore the hijab – but it also pleased him to see her fashionably dressed, which is why she was wearing a dark orange wool cardigan over a black top and leggings. She was also wearing a pair of over the knee leather boots with a black sole and heel, the shade of green of the leather was only slightly darker than the scarf tied over her head and round her neck.
That exact moment in time, however, she was scared, struggling to control her fear and her breathing as she removed her watch, her rings, her necklaces, and placed them carefully in the black velvet sack the woman in front of her was holding. She was not as tall as Elizabeth and was dressed in a very different way – the grey body suit covering her from her head to the short grey boots, the grey gloves on her hands, and the white featureless mask that covered her face.
She knew who she was – who they were, because two more identically dressed were in the room with her, and a fourth had headed up the stairs. One of them was standing with a very real pistol in her hand, while the third one was unraveling a long skein of brown rope, before walking behind her.
She would have asked them what they were going to do, what they wanted, but she knew one simple fact from the reports she had read of these women – they were not going to say anything , as the woman – no, she had to be honest as the China Doll in front of her looked at her, and stood with her arms by her sides. Elizabeth did the same as she saw the ropes going down in front of her on either side, and she gulped – she had an idea of what was going to happen, and the gun in the second doll’s hand meant she had no choice.
The grey gloved hands came round and wound the rope down her arms, pulling them behind her as Elizabeht felt the ropes thorough her cardigan. The doll continued as she folded the woman’s arms behind her back and wound the rope around them, her wrists secured to her elbows before the ends were taken up and through a small loop at the back of her neck, and then pulled it down as Elizabeth gasped again.
“That’s tight,” she whispered, and then she watched the two Dolls nod slowly as the rope was taken round her upper arms and chest, framing her upper body in a lattice of binding before the ropes were tied off behind her.
The armed Doll then indicated the long seat, Elizabeth nodding ad sitting down before she saw the Doll take another rope from a bag and walked over, doubling it over and wrapping it round her legs below her knees, the leather squeaking under the rubbing of the rope as it went around and between her legs, before it was taken down and used to bind her ankles together in the same way. Elizabeht twisted her legs from side to side, the squeaking continuing as a black headscarf from the bag was rolled up and a large knot tied in the middle.
As the knot was held in front of her mouth, Elizabeth breathed deeply and then allowed her captor to push the silk know past her teeth, the material pressing her tongue down as the band was passed round her head and the ends secured tightly at the base of her neck, round the rope as well. She was then helped ot lie face down before her legs were pulled back, and her ankles secured to her forearms with more rope.
Roling onto her side, she watched as the fourth Doll came back in and deposited a white sack into the bag, before all four of them walked slowly backwards, leaving her to try and get free – if it was at all possible to…
The Gentlemen Robbers
“I am so glad you are cooperating,” Mister Tall said as he walked into the bedroom with Ayesha, “it makes thing so much easier to manage.”
“Well, you made it very difficult to refuse,” Ayesha said as she sat one her bed, wriggling her fingers behind her back. The contrast in clothing was striking – Mister Tall was wearing his usual outfit of the black leather jacket over a roll neck sweater, pants, shoes, gloves and balaclava mask. Ayesha was dressed in white – a ling white jersey dress with long sleeves, and high white loose leather boots with a square heel. The only contrast was the peach scarf she wore over her hair and round her neck, the ends tucked under the neck of her dress.
The cuffs of the sleeves of her dress were flared out under the tight ropes that held Ayesha’s wrists together behind her back, and the dress was stretched over her chest by the bands of rope that framed it, holding her arms firmly against her sides. She had walked into her home to find the two men waiting for her – the smaller of them, named rather appropriately Mister Small, had spoken first, but the pistol he had pointed at her had added force to the words he said about cooperating and not raising the alarm.
They had certainly shown due consideration – never raised their voices, but making it clear they were in charge, as she had given them the code to the safe in her husband’s office. They had then secured her wrists and arms, and as Mister Small had made his way to the office, Mister Tall had escorted her to the main bedroom, and now she was sitting, watching as he said, “so the jewelry safe?”
“In the wardrobe, the combination is…” She gave a number, Mister Tall nodding as he stood at the wardrobe door and she heard the whirr of the unlocking door. He smiled as he said “good – and any remaining boxes?”
“The drawers over there,” Ayesha said as she watched him empty trays of her jewelry into a bag, as well as bundles of notes, and then moved over to the drawers as Ayesha turned herself.
“so, what happens when you have what you want?”
“We ensure you are unable to raise the alarm – a small inconvenience which we hope you accept with god grace.”
“Do I truly have a choice?”
Mister Tall looked over and smiled as he said “no” and then put a velvet bag into his larger one. He continued his search of the bureau, and then looked over as Mister Small came in.
“Business concluded downstairs?”
“Business concluded,” Mister Small said as he knelt and put a bag down, Ayesha watching as he removed more rope from the bag and then crossed her ankles before he began to bind them tightly together, the rope making the leather squeak as it rubbed and compressed the soft material round her ankles.
As he tied the ropes off, he said “please forgive the impertinence” as he folded the hem of the skirt of her dress up and back, and secured her legs together below her knees before he folded the hem back, and then helped her to lie on her side on the bed, her head resting on the pillows. He then took a roll of white tape from the bag and peeled the end free before he wound the tape round her head, covering her mouth and chin as she was silenced.
“Hshshwhuhmhn,” she mumbled as he peeled the tape free, tore the end off and pressed it down as Mister Tall picked up the bags. “The Gentlemen Robbers bid you adieu,” he said as he and Mister small made a low bow, “may we never meet again.”
“Fnnkuhfhrbhnnhs,” Ayesha mumbled as she watched the two masked men leave her to wait for rescue…