Last Parents Evening part two uploaded 06/02 (F/f) (M/ff)
Posted: Sun May 24, 2020 3:09 am
Quite dark, even for me. I know this technically breaks the adults tying minors rule, but a) others do it, b) the age is plot related, and c) nothing other than them getting tied up happens and all the adult stuff happens to adults.
“Mom, I’m too old for a babysitter!”
“Tahirah, you are only 14 years old.”
“Bari doesn’t need a babysitter”
“Bari is nearly 16. He can look after himself now.”
“But mooooom…”
“No buts. We’re already running late. Your father always takes an age to get ready.”
“I’m sorry about the delay” she said sweetly to the babysitter. She had been listening to Tahirah and her mother arguing about how she didn’t need to be supervised.
“That’s quite alright Mrs Shobi.”
The Shobis were a respectable middle class family from Jeddah. The parents were strict conservative muslims, and their son was growing up on the same path. Tahirah, however, was starting to show small signs of rebellion here and there. She had once even spoke back to her mother, although she never dared to show the merest suggestion of disobedience to her father. The family were sure Tahirah was getting some western influence from somewhere, probably one of her friends. It sure wasn’t from her own household. All the books and entertainment in the house were state approved. Her parents were concerned, and her father assured her that the next time she spoke out of turn, she would get a beating. Tahirah now kept her rebellious side well hidden. Beating his daughter, or any member of his family, would be done very reluctantly. He dearly loved his family, to the extent that he refused to take another wife and split his attention with another family. He knew, though, that he had to ensure his family adhered strictly to Allah’s rules, to guarantee their place in heaven. For his family not to go to heaven would mean he’d failed in his purpose in life.
The mother and the babysitter wore abayas and niqabs, as their sect dictated. The babysitter’s was plain, while the mother wore one with embroided gold cuffs. Tahirah wore a hijab, and a thin black long sleeved top and trousers. Bari wore his best thobe and ghutra.
At that moment, a pair of loud footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs.
“How can it take you so long to get ready?”
“I was praying. Plus we’re seeing Bari’s teachers. I wanted to dress properly.
“You look very smart” the mother said, in a dismissive, ‘I don’t give a shit’ tone of voice. Being late for a parents evening would create more on an impression than any outfit, and he could always pray later. She realised what she had done, and felt a mix of guilt and shame. She prayed internally for forgiveness for her impure thoughts. Like her husband, she cared deeply for her family. Although she never told him, she was flattered beyond words that her husband hadn’t taken another wife. Unlike wives that shared husbands, she was in no danger of jealousy consuming her.
She turned to the babysitter.
“This is our phone number. Call us if you need anything. And especially if she gives you any problems. She has quite a mouth on her.”
“Don’t worry Mrs Shobi, I’m sure she’ll be fine. I hope your parents evening goes well.”
“It will. My Bari is the smartest in his year” she bragged, embellishing the truth slightly. Bari was intelligent, but not a straight A student. “We’ll see you in an hour or so. Goodbye.”
Bari and his parents left their house. They got into the father’s 2 year old BWM and he drove the 3 of them to Bari's school, leaving Tahirah alone with her babysitter.
“I’m sure we’ll be best friends” said the babysitter.
“I’m not a baby you know. I don’t even know why you’re here. I can look after myself”
“I’m here because your parents love you and want to make sure you are looked after!”
This gave Tahirah a new perspective on things. She thought of ways to make their hour together go slightly faster.
“You know, it’s only us two here.”
“Yes…”
“So you can remove your veil.”
The babysitter was shocked.
“Remove my veil?! Why?!”
“There are no men here, so you don’t need to wear it anymore.”
“But…”
“Just put it back on when my father comes home”
The babysitter was reluctant, but she needed Tahirah on side for this to go smoothly. She said a silent prayer before removing her veil, ensuring her hair was still covered. At first she felt nervous, but she quickly enjoyed her freedom. She told herself she was still modestly dressed, so it was still ok. Tahirah was happy with her small victory. Her friend at school had started telling her about other sects of Islam and how the Qu’ran could be interpreted in different ways, and she felt it was her duty to educate others on this. She lacked the confidence to tell her family, who she felt sure would punish her badly if she said something the wrong way. But the babysitter she could convince, if she had a chance. The babysitter had other ideas though.
“Let’s play a game” the babysitter said.
“A game? I’m not a child you know!”
“It’ll make the time go faster.”
“What sort of game?”
“Hmm… What about… cops and robbers?”
“Cops and robbers? What’s that?”
“Well, er, normally, the robber has to not get caught by the cop. If the robber gets caught, they get tied up by the cop.”
“Weird game. Sounds…” Tahirah weighed it up in her head. If the babysitter was tied up, she could do what she wanted!
“I’ll play, but I’m the cop!”
“But… Ok sure”
Tahirah counted a second in her head.
“Got you, robber”
“You’re supposed to actually give me a chance to rob you…”
“Well this cop was waiting for you and caught you immediately!”
“But that’s not fair!”
“I just outplayed you at your own game. Now stay there.”
Tahirah held two fingers of her hand like a gun and pointed it at her babysitter, while she got her jump rope from the table. She approached her with it. Still pointing her fingers at her babysitter, she told her
“Keep your hands by your side”
The babysitter did as she was told as Tahirah wrapped the rope round her body four times, tying her arms to her sides.
“Now you’ve learned that crime doesn’t pay! I’m going to eat ice cream and watch tv!”
While Tahirah went to the get the ice cream from the freezer, it took zero effort for the babysitter to untie herself. She simply lifted moved her arms in front of her and pulled the rope over her head. 20 seconds later, Tahirah came back holding a large tub of strawberry ice cream. She was surprised to see her babysitter very much untied.
“If you’re good I’ll let you ha… how did you get free?”
“Easy. Now, the robber gets to tie the cop and do the robbing!”
“No. I’ve had enough of this game”
The babysitter didn’t bother using the jump rope, which had untangled itself on the floor but still had a poorly tied knot in it. She went to one of her pockets and pulled out a zip tie. The babysitter forced Tahirah’s arms behind her back.
“Look. You got out. You won. Let’s just sit on the couch and eat ice cream.”
Tahirah’s arms were bound tightly with the zip tie. Her thin top provided almost no protection from the strong plastic strap.
“Ow. That hurts. Let’s start this game again. I’ll give you a head start this time!”
The babysitter pulled another zip tie. She held Tahirah’s upper arms close together with one hand while pulling the zip tie round her arms just below her elbows with the other. She fastened the zip tie as much as she could. Now she no longer needed to hold Tahirah’s arms together, she forced her elbows to touch before pulling the zip tie tight. This bit into her skin as much as the zip tie on her wrists. Tahirah was built for comfort not for speed, unlike the rest of her family, and she could already feel a burning pain in her shoulder joints. The babysitter gave her a gentle push and Tahirah fell onto the sofa.
“Please take those things off. My arms really hurt” she pleaded, panic setting in.
“Shush cop. I need to keep out of the way so I can take all the things!”
The babysitter went to another pocket and pulled out a ballgag.
“What’s that thing? What’s it faaarrrgghhh…”
While Tahirah was asking her questioned, the babysitter jammed the black ballgag in her mouth. It wasn’t a big ballgag, but it did a decent job of filling her small mouth. It was buckled over the back of the hijab, tight enough that she couldn’t force it out.
“Plfff untmm mmfff! PLLFFPGG!!!”
The babysitter sat next to Tahirah and whispered softly in her ear.
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you go before your parents get here”
“Rmllghh? Uff stmm mm gmm?”
The babysitter nodded, then got back into character. Her reassurance that they were just playing gave very little comfort to Tahirah.
“Let’s get these legs secured, then I’ll search the house” taunted the babysitter as she knelt by Tahirah’s ankles. She knew this was just a silly game, but the babysitter was taking it way too seriously. Tahirah’s ankles were crossed and tied with a zip tie. Her flimsy trousers offered no protection as the tie dug into the fat on her calf and more painfully into her shin. Her best way out, she thought, was to play along.
“Mmmm bkkkuffff wmmm bm hmm smm!”
“Backup, eh? Well I better finish up quick and get away while I can” she said as she zip tied her legs together above her knees. It only just went round the bottom of her thick thighs.
“Uffff” Tahirah winced as it was fastened. She was gently forced to the floor and rolled on her stomach.
“Ummm nmmm gmm awfff wff tffgh!!” Tahirah groaned defiantly through her gag. Every time she opened her mouth she drooled slightly. The babysitter bent her legs and folded them over. She pulled Tahirah’s bound ankles until they were on top of her wrists, and hogtied her with her final zip tie.
“OOOOOMMMM” Tahirah cried through her gag. Her tight hogtie was too much for someone of her limited flexibility. The pain in her lower back made her forget about the pain in her shoulders.
“UMM TMM TFFFF! TMM TFFFF!!!!”
She tried pleading with the babysitter for mercy. This game lost a lot of its fun when her elbows got tied, and now it felt more like a sick prank. She wanted to tie her babysitter up and do what she pleased. She had her chance, but knew nothing about tying people up. She hated that the babysitter had beaten her. Not merely won, but completely thrashed her at this stupid ‘game’. She was going to tell her dad all about this, then she’d be real sorry.
“Your backup will untie you when they get here. Looks like crime pays after all!”
Tahirah was in too much discomfort to feign interest in this game anymore. Her thighs were forced off the floor by the hogtie. Her lips and chin had drool on them and her back and shoulders hurt. She stared at the clock on the wall, wondering how long she would be forced to stay in this miserable painful position.
The babysitter went into a different room and dialled a number.
“It went well, yes.(…) Took a bit of convincing.(…) Now? Bound and gagged on the floor. (…) Not very much by the sounds of it.(…) Haha, yeah.(…) About half an hour. How soon can you get here?(…) That’s cutting it a bit fine.(…) Better to be safe. (…) Lots of rope, tape, zip ties, and 3 ballgags.(…). Think of a number and double it.(…) Super strength. (…) Big. The one I took was a bit small.(…) A bit chubby.(…) I said chubby, not an elephant. (…) No idea, she had shoes on.(…) I thought you liked the revealing.(…) How am I supposed to know if she’s a virgin ?!(…) I can’t ask that as a babysitter!!!(…) 14(…) I know, but we're not the buyer.(...) Just her, but it doesn’t matter(…) It won’t hurt.(…) Yeah, us, haha. (…) I’ve got some ideas too(…) No but you will! Oh and bring the Viagra.(…) See you in 20!”
“Mom, I’m too old for a babysitter!”
“Tahirah, you are only 14 years old.”
“Bari doesn’t need a babysitter”
“Bari is nearly 16. He can look after himself now.”
“But mooooom…”
“No buts. We’re already running late. Your father always takes an age to get ready.”
“I’m sorry about the delay” she said sweetly to the babysitter. She had been listening to Tahirah and her mother arguing about how she didn’t need to be supervised.
“That’s quite alright Mrs Shobi.”
The Shobis were a respectable middle class family from Jeddah. The parents were strict conservative muslims, and their son was growing up on the same path. Tahirah, however, was starting to show small signs of rebellion here and there. She had once even spoke back to her mother, although she never dared to show the merest suggestion of disobedience to her father. The family were sure Tahirah was getting some western influence from somewhere, probably one of her friends. It sure wasn’t from her own household. All the books and entertainment in the house were state approved. Her parents were concerned, and her father assured her that the next time she spoke out of turn, she would get a beating. Tahirah now kept her rebellious side well hidden. Beating his daughter, or any member of his family, would be done very reluctantly. He dearly loved his family, to the extent that he refused to take another wife and split his attention with another family. He knew, though, that he had to ensure his family adhered strictly to Allah’s rules, to guarantee their place in heaven. For his family not to go to heaven would mean he’d failed in his purpose in life.
The mother and the babysitter wore abayas and niqabs, as their sect dictated. The babysitter’s was plain, while the mother wore one with embroided gold cuffs. Tahirah wore a hijab, and a thin black long sleeved top and trousers. Bari wore his best thobe and ghutra.
At that moment, a pair of loud footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs.
“How can it take you so long to get ready?”
“I was praying. Plus we’re seeing Bari’s teachers. I wanted to dress properly.
“You look very smart” the mother said, in a dismissive, ‘I don’t give a shit’ tone of voice. Being late for a parents evening would create more on an impression than any outfit, and he could always pray later. She realised what she had done, and felt a mix of guilt and shame. She prayed internally for forgiveness for her impure thoughts. Like her husband, she cared deeply for her family. Although she never told him, she was flattered beyond words that her husband hadn’t taken another wife. Unlike wives that shared husbands, she was in no danger of jealousy consuming her.
She turned to the babysitter.
“This is our phone number. Call us if you need anything. And especially if she gives you any problems. She has quite a mouth on her.”
“Don’t worry Mrs Shobi, I’m sure she’ll be fine. I hope your parents evening goes well.”
“It will. My Bari is the smartest in his year” she bragged, embellishing the truth slightly. Bari was intelligent, but not a straight A student. “We’ll see you in an hour or so. Goodbye.”
Bari and his parents left their house. They got into the father’s 2 year old BWM and he drove the 3 of them to Bari's school, leaving Tahirah alone with her babysitter.
“I’m sure we’ll be best friends” said the babysitter.
“I’m not a baby you know. I don’t even know why you’re here. I can look after myself”
“I’m here because your parents love you and want to make sure you are looked after!”
This gave Tahirah a new perspective on things. She thought of ways to make their hour together go slightly faster.
“You know, it’s only us two here.”
“Yes…”
“So you can remove your veil.”
The babysitter was shocked.
“Remove my veil?! Why?!”
“There are no men here, so you don’t need to wear it anymore.”
“But…”
“Just put it back on when my father comes home”
The babysitter was reluctant, but she needed Tahirah on side for this to go smoothly. She said a silent prayer before removing her veil, ensuring her hair was still covered. At first she felt nervous, but she quickly enjoyed her freedom. She told herself she was still modestly dressed, so it was still ok. Tahirah was happy with her small victory. Her friend at school had started telling her about other sects of Islam and how the Qu’ran could be interpreted in different ways, and she felt it was her duty to educate others on this. She lacked the confidence to tell her family, who she felt sure would punish her badly if she said something the wrong way. But the babysitter she could convince, if she had a chance. The babysitter had other ideas though.
“Let’s play a game” the babysitter said.
“A game? I’m not a child you know!”
“It’ll make the time go faster.”
“What sort of game?”
“Hmm… What about… cops and robbers?”
“Cops and robbers? What’s that?”
“Well, er, normally, the robber has to not get caught by the cop. If the robber gets caught, they get tied up by the cop.”
“Weird game. Sounds…” Tahirah weighed it up in her head. If the babysitter was tied up, she could do what she wanted!
“I’ll play, but I’m the cop!”
“But… Ok sure”
Tahirah counted a second in her head.
“Got you, robber”
“You’re supposed to actually give me a chance to rob you…”
“Well this cop was waiting for you and caught you immediately!”
“But that’s not fair!”
“I just outplayed you at your own game. Now stay there.”
Tahirah held two fingers of her hand like a gun and pointed it at her babysitter, while she got her jump rope from the table. She approached her with it. Still pointing her fingers at her babysitter, she told her
“Keep your hands by your side”
The babysitter did as she was told as Tahirah wrapped the rope round her body four times, tying her arms to her sides.
“Now you’ve learned that crime doesn’t pay! I’m going to eat ice cream and watch tv!”
While Tahirah went to the get the ice cream from the freezer, it took zero effort for the babysitter to untie herself. She simply lifted moved her arms in front of her and pulled the rope over her head. 20 seconds later, Tahirah came back holding a large tub of strawberry ice cream. She was surprised to see her babysitter very much untied.
“If you’re good I’ll let you ha… how did you get free?”
“Easy. Now, the robber gets to tie the cop and do the robbing!”
“No. I’ve had enough of this game”
The babysitter didn’t bother using the jump rope, which had untangled itself on the floor but still had a poorly tied knot in it. She went to one of her pockets and pulled out a zip tie. The babysitter forced Tahirah’s arms behind her back.
“Look. You got out. You won. Let’s just sit on the couch and eat ice cream.”
Tahirah’s arms were bound tightly with the zip tie. Her thin top provided almost no protection from the strong plastic strap.
“Ow. That hurts. Let’s start this game again. I’ll give you a head start this time!”
The babysitter pulled another zip tie. She held Tahirah’s upper arms close together with one hand while pulling the zip tie round her arms just below her elbows with the other. She fastened the zip tie as much as she could. Now she no longer needed to hold Tahirah’s arms together, she forced her elbows to touch before pulling the zip tie tight. This bit into her skin as much as the zip tie on her wrists. Tahirah was built for comfort not for speed, unlike the rest of her family, and she could already feel a burning pain in her shoulder joints. The babysitter gave her a gentle push and Tahirah fell onto the sofa.
“Please take those things off. My arms really hurt” she pleaded, panic setting in.
“Shush cop. I need to keep out of the way so I can take all the things!”
The babysitter went to another pocket and pulled out a ballgag.
“What’s that thing? What’s it faaarrrgghhh…”
While Tahirah was asking her questioned, the babysitter jammed the black ballgag in her mouth. It wasn’t a big ballgag, but it did a decent job of filling her small mouth. It was buckled over the back of the hijab, tight enough that she couldn’t force it out.
“Plfff untmm mmfff! PLLFFPGG!!!”
The babysitter sat next to Tahirah and whispered softly in her ear.
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you go before your parents get here”
“Rmllghh? Uff stmm mm gmm?”
The babysitter nodded, then got back into character. Her reassurance that they were just playing gave very little comfort to Tahirah.
“Let’s get these legs secured, then I’ll search the house” taunted the babysitter as she knelt by Tahirah’s ankles. She knew this was just a silly game, but the babysitter was taking it way too seriously. Tahirah’s ankles were crossed and tied with a zip tie. Her flimsy trousers offered no protection as the tie dug into the fat on her calf and more painfully into her shin. Her best way out, she thought, was to play along.
“Mmmm bkkkuffff wmmm bm hmm smm!”
“Backup, eh? Well I better finish up quick and get away while I can” she said as she zip tied her legs together above her knees. It only just went round the bottom of her thick thighs.
“Uffff” Tahirah winced as it was fastened. She was gently forced to the floor and rolled on her stomach.
“Ummm nmmm gmm awfff wff tffgh!!” Tahirah groaned defiantly through her gag. Every time she opened her mouth she drooled slightly. The babysitter bent her legs and folded them over. She pulled Tahirah’s bound ankles until they were on top of her wrists, and hogtied her with her final zip tie.
“OOOOOMMMM” Tahirah cried through her gag. Her tight hogtie was too much for someone of her limited flexibility. The pain in her lower back made her forget about the pain in her shoulders.
“UMM TMM TFFFF! TMM TFFFF!!!!”
She tried pleading with the babysitter for mercy. This game lost a lot of its fun when her elbows got tied, and now it felt more like a sick prank. She wanted to tie her babysitter up and do what she pleased. She had her chance, but knew nothing about tying people up. She hated that the babysitter had beaten her. Not merely won, but completely thrashed her at this stupid ‘game’. She was going to tell her dad all about this, then she’d be real sorry.
“Your backup will untie you when they get here. Looks like crime pays after all!”
Tahirah was in too much discomfort to feign interest in this game anymore. Her thighs were forced off the floor by the hogtie. Her lips and chin had drool on them and her back and shoulders hurt. She stared at the clock on the wall, wondering how long she would be forced to stay in this miserable painful position.
The babysitter went into a different room and dialled a number.
“It went well, yes.(…) Took a bit of convincing.(…) Now? Bound and gagged on the floor. (…) Not very much by the sounds of it.(…) Haha, yeah.(…) About half an hour. How soon can you get here?(…) That’s cutting it a bit fine.(…) Better to be safe. (…) Lots of rope, tape, zip ties, and 3 ballgags.(…). Think of a number and double it.(…) Super strength. (…) Big. The one I took was a bit small.(…) A bit chubby.(…) I said chubby, not an elephant. (…) No idea, she had shoes on.(…) I thought you liked the revealing.(…) How am I supposed to know if she’s a virgin ?!(…) I can’t ask that as a babysitter!!!(…) 14(…) I know, but we're not the buyer.(...) Just her, but it doesn’t matter(…) It won’t hurt.(…) Yeah, us, haha. (…) I’ve got some ideas too(…) No but you will! Oh and bring the Viagra.(…) See you in 20!”