“OPEN UP THE DOOR. THIS IS THE POLICE. OPEN UP.”
Daisy staggered to the door. Her head was spinning. She had no recollection of what had happened over the last 3 days. She had no idea why the police were at her door and why the urgency? Daisy to her knowledge had never broken any laws.
The mid 30s busty blonde looked down at herself. Her curvaceous body was only covered by a skimpy matching pink bra and panties. A pair of opaque stockings covered her long attractive legs whilst her feet were barefoot. She looked at herself in the hallway mirror where her long blonde locks fell naturally down to her mid back. Aside from the urgent situation before her she was impressed with how she looked. But why was she dressed like this? She would only do so for a man to impress him. Normally as she lived alone, she would lounge about in a pair of pyjamas or joggers. In fact the more she thought about it, she didnt know where they had come from.
As Daisy began to to reconnect with the situation before her and her drowsiness began to ease she didnt have chance to think before...
*crash*
Seemingly without warning the front door she was a few metres away from and heading towards albeit slowly was smashed open. What happened next was a blur. A mixture of multiple officers running into the house and two pointing a weapon at her. Daisy had instinctively raised her hands but this was not good enough to appease them.
“GET ON THE GROUND. ON THE FUCKING GROUND. NOW. HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD.” Startled. Confused. Anxious. Daisy chose to cooperate. She lowered herself down slowly to her knees before sliding face down and eventually lying in a star shape.
The moment she was down on the ground one of the officers sat on her back whilst the other pulled her wrists roughly behind her back and zip tied them. She soon felt her ankles also pulled together, crossed and secured in this way.
With her limbs secured she let out an “owww” as a protest as one officer remained sat on her. Her eyes scanned the uniform of the nearest one for a badge but from this angle and in the dim lighting she just couldnt see.
“Oh shut it. Its over for you.” The officer in front of her retorted. She had a definitive feminine voice as she stood close in front of her. Her leather boots were barely an inch from her face. The officer slowly knelt down before she pinched Daisy’s nose. Moments later her mouth had been stuffed with a sponge ball and was being taped around with black vet-wrap.
Astonished, Daisy could only mumble futilely behind the gag as the brunette officer stood up again.
Daisy was helped to her feet before a gun was pointed at the back of her head.
“Show us where she is.” The voice, male this time, spoke quietly into her ear.
Where who is? Who? Daisy had no recollection.
A few moments later her what would have been inefficient search was cut short before it began. “We’ve found her”. A voice shouted as the officers made her hop towards where the voice had come from. It was down in the basement. As she was helped down the steps she came face to face with a sight she was not expecting.
On a chair opposite her was a naked curvaceous attractive brunette woman of a similar age to herself. She had been secured with her wrists cuffed to the arms of the chair. Her legs had been taped tightly with duct tape right up to the top of her thighs. Further tape kept them secured to the base of the chair. In her mouth was a bright red She stared back at the small crowd around her looking naturally frightened. She was mpphing behind her gag, pleading for release.
Daisy could only watch on as the woman was freed from her predicament relatively quickly. The keys for the cuffs had been taped to her nipples.
How had that happened? Daisy had no idea she had a bound and gagged woman in her basement. Where had she come from?
“Are you ok? You are safe now. Its over.” One of the officers reassured her as she spoke for the first time.
“Thank you. Thank you. Im ok. Just cold and scared.” The woman spoke with a quivering look.
She was helped up from the chair and walked past the helpless Daisy. “She did this to me. She did. Please dont let this happen to me again.” The woman began to cry. Her hands covered her face.
Daisy began to feel guilty. Had she done this? Why couldnt she remember? Something was not sitting right.
As the woman passed her with the officers next to her, Daisy finally got somewhat of a confirmation. The woman’s tear stained hands parted momentarily revealing a smirk and a wink.
By the time Daisy processed what she had just seen she was being dragged back up the steps and outside to the police car waiting for her. She was placed in the back seat in full view of a crowd of her neighbours. The woman by now had a silver blanket wrapped around her and was stood outside with some paramedics.
As the car drove away and past, once again the woman turned and issued a smirk and a wink.
What had she done?
