Mother And Daughter Moments (MF/Ffm)

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For a while there, there was a fad on YouTube and other channels to do the “Desafio da Fita” or Duct Tape Challenge with a mother and daughter. Well, one recent visit allowed me the opportunity to make sure the people I played the game with got a lasting memory of it…
It was actually last January, and I was watching outside the home of the television chef George Theo – not so much for him, but for his wife and daughter to come home from a party. Hanna Theo was in her early thirties, a writer for a local paper, and they had a ten year old daughter called Esther.

The thing is, they were running a little late – and I was beginning to consider abandoning the visit when I saw the car finally pull off the road into the driveway. As the lights went out, the outside light came on, and I watched as Hanna got out, a long black coat over her dress, and opened the back door for Esther to get out of the car. The ten year old blonde girl had a bomber jacket on over a black dress, the skirt of which was sparking, and short black boots.

Anyway, I watched them go in, and then got out of the car myself. I wasn’t wearing the stocking mask for this one – a decision I had to make on the spur of the moment to save time – but put on a pair of dark glasses as I walked up to the front door, and rang the doorbell.

Hanna answered the door, saying “can I help you” and then walking back in as she saw the starting pistol in my gloved hand, a gloved finger to my lips as I closed the door and looked at her. She was wearing a long sleeved blue jersey dress with a black belt studded with silver, dark tights and black heels, her blonde hair in a bob.

“Not a word Mrs Theo,” I said quietly, “I have no desire to hurt you or young Esther, but I need your cooperation.”

“Witthhhhh what,” she stammered.

“I am going to rob you – but I do not want you or Esther to be afraid, so we are going to pretend this is a special game we are playing,” I said as I thought on my feet, and then smiled. “Tell me, have you heard of the Duct Tape Challenge?” As she nodded, I said “good – let’s get Esther a drink, and I’ll explain what we are going to do…”

As the door opened, Hanna smiled as she said “Esther, we’re going to do a special challenge game and film it to show Poppa.”

“What sort of game, Mamma,” Esther said as she looked at me, wearing a black bomber jacket over a dark jersey, jeans and over the knee black leather boots.

“You’ve seen those films of mothers and daughters trying to get out of tape? Well, this is one of Mamma’s colleagues, and she’s agreed to give us the chance to show who is the fastest. So, I want you to have a drink, while she shows you how we are going to be taped on me, all right?”

I looked at the ten year old – her dress was black, with a feathered skirt and a belt like her mothers, a black scarf tied like a cravat round her neck, tights and the boots. She took the drink from Hanna, and watched as I smiled and took from my rucksack a roll of silver duct tape. Not real duct tape – this was the same sort of stuff I have used to gag others, but it looks like the real thing, and is just as good for my purposes today.

“Sit down and put your hands together in prayer,” I said to Hanna, watching as she sat next to Esther and then taping her wrists tightly together, before I used the tape to cover her hands as well. “Wow – she’s good,” Esther said, and I smiled as I then taped Hanna’s arms to her sides, the bands framing her chest as she smiled and wriggled round.

“Now watch what I do to her legs,” I said with a smile as I knelt down, and taped Hanna’s ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her knees, Esther giggling as her mother raised and lowered her legs, the tape crinkling under the movement.

“So is it my turn now,” Esther said as she put her glass down, and held her hands out. I made sure her wrists and hands were covered, and then her arms held to her sides, before I took her boots off, laughing as she wriggled her toes under her tights while I taped her ankles and legs together.

“Now then,” I said with a smile, “I need you both to sit on the floor in front of the couch, and bend your legs so your feet are on the floor.” I watched as Esther slid off quickly, Hanna more slowly, and they bent their legs, watching as I out the forearms don on their upper legs and then taped them all together.

As they looked at each other, I said “now, I just need to go to the toilet, but when I get back…”

“Hey Granny – we’re doing a challenge!”

I turned quickly round to see a woman in her late fifties standing there, wearing a camel coat over a grey jersey dress, grey tights and heels. She looked at me, and then at Hanna as she swallowed and said “hi Mum – I guess you catch us at a n- awkward moment…”

She nodded as she said “I see I do – ad you are?”

“The fiend who agreed to set this challenge up for them – and the one who is asking you to join them,” I said with a smile before I turned and showed the new arrival my gun.

“Ah – well, how can I refuse,” she finally said as she took her coat off, folded it and placed it on the back of the chair, and then winked at Esther as she put her own hands together in prayer. When I had taped Hanna’s wrists, I had taken her rings off discretely at the same time, so I did the same for the grandmother, before taping her hands together. A few minutes later, she was sitting on the other side of Esther, kissing her head as I taped her secured forearms to her sides, all three of them wriggling round as I said “now, don’t start yet – I’m going to make it difficult for you to talk to each other, and then take a few minutes to get used to it while you watch the television.”

And with that, I pressed a strip of the grey tape down over each of their mouths, Esther saying “fhnkuh” as her lips moved under the tape, while I took a look round. I then took Hanna’s phone and set it up with the camera running, saying “this is a family escape challenge – ready?”

As they all nodded, I started the recording with a timer – and left them to their fun…

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It was one of the wettest days of the spring, and I was walking down the Eldon Square shopping mall in Newcastle. It was a day off during a business trip, and I wanted to get something for Tammy and the baby.

And that was when I was tempted by something I had not been tempted by in a long time – a chance encounter. I was passed by an Asian woman and her daughter, who came out of a high class jewellers, the woman carrying a bag. They both had dark hair, that of the mothers cut straight at the nape of her neck, her daughter’s in a ponytail. The little girl had on a Hello Kitty rain poncho, and I could see the neck of a pink top, dark leggings and her black wellington boots. Her mother also had Wellington boots on, black Hunters with a red trim, her dark leggings tucked in and a grey long sweater over the top half of her body. Her outfit was completed by a long grey scarf with a rose print.

As I say – they intrigued me, so I followed them onto the Metro and then out to Gosforth, an area I had visited before. So once I knew where they lived, I went shopping, and half an hour later came back with what I thought I would need in a new rucksack, slipping my gloves on as I opened a pair of black stockings.

But you know what they say about acting on impulse – be prepared for the unexpected – a lesson I have learned over my career. And it was just as well in this case, as I opened the front door of the house and walked quietly in. I could hear the television was on, so I walked past the front room and went to the kitchen – which is where I had my first surprise. The mother was there all right, embracing a second woman as they kissed each other.

She also had dark hair, but I could see she was European, wearing a black skirt/dress with shoulder straps, that showed most of her purple top with a ruffled front. Her legs were in dark hose, with knee length black leather boots. I watched for a moment as they continued to kiss, and then coughed softly, the partner opening her eyes wide as she saw me.

“Good evening,” I said quietly, “I think you would find it better not to shout or call for help at the moment. It would be better for you and anyone else in the house if you remained calm, and listened to me. Please, both of you, take a seat, hands where I can see them.”

“Who are you,” the European woman said as they sat down.

“I believe the media refer to me as the Games Player,” I said with a smile. “May I know your names?”

The two woman looked at each other before she replied “I am Anita, and this is Ping. You are going to rob us?”

“I am – but I know any children in the house are still up, so we are going to make this a game for all of you. I need you both to maintain that illusion, all right?”

Ping nodded slowly as she said “what are you going to do?”

“I start by making sure you both play along,” I said as I put my rucksack down. Anita watched as I pulled her partner’s hands behind her back, a length of white rope in my hand, and I started to tie her wrists together.

“So who else is in the house- and please, be honest, no surprises.”

Ping looked over her shoulder as I took the rope between her wrists, and said “my daughter, Jen – and Anita’s son, Karl.”

“Well then,” I said as I tied the ends of the rope off, collected a second length from my rucksack, and pulled Anita’s wrists behind her back, “once I have you both secured in terms of your arms, we will take a drink through for them, and you can tell them all about the game we are playing.”

“Are you going to tie them up like us?”

“I am,” I said as I pulled the rope between Anita’s arms, “it’s always better if the children play in the same way as the adults, it means they feel more part of the game, and not ignored. Now, sit still, both of you, and tell me where I may find your valuables once I have you all secured.”

Using two longer lengths of rope – for the record, I had bought several coils and pre-cut them to the lengths I knew I might need, and I always prepare for double now – and tied them round the upper bodies of both women, framing their chests and preventing them from doing more than wriggling round – especially after I cinched the bands between their arms and bodies.

Picking up my rucksack, I asked where they kept juice cartons, and looked in the one Ping mentioned. Removing two cartons of apple juice, I picked up my rucksack and said “shall we” as I looked to the door.

As I opened the door, I saw Jen and Karl watching a Studio Ghibli film on the television. Like her mother, Jen no longer had her wellies on, and I could see the pink top was under a grey pinafore dress. Karl had on a dark grey woollen sweater and combat pants, with a pair of lighter grey high top trainers. He looked at his mother, and then at me, before he said “who is this man, Mama?”

“He’s come to play a special game with us,” Anita said quietly, “one where we are going to be like a family that is robbed. You know, like in those programs awe have watched.”

“And he did that to you,” Jen said as she stood up and looked at her mother. Ping nodded, and said “it really doesn’t hurt – and he is going to do to you what he does to us. In a few minutes.”

“First, though,” I said with a smile, “you can both have these drinks, while I show you how I make sure your mothers cannot leave this room – and then do the same to you.” The two kids took the boxes from me, while I asked Ping and Anita to sit on the centre of a large couch. They watched as I knelt down and crossed the ankles of both women, then tied them tightly together with the rope, taking it around and between their legs, and then tying it off, before I tied their legs together below their knees.

“That does look tight,” Karl said quietly as he watched his mother raise and lower her legs.

“It needs to be for your own safety,” I said with a smile as I stood up. “Now, it’s your turn – who wants to be first?”

Jen and Karl looked at each other, before Karl stood in front of his mother and put his hands behind his back. Jen watched as I took the rope and tied his wrists tightly together, and then bound his arms to his sides in the same way as his mother – one band of rope around his upper arms and shoulders, and the second round his lower arms and stomach, then cinched between arms and body.

As he wriggled round, I asked Jen to put her hands behind her back, Ping talking to her while I bound her arms in the same way as her mothers and brother. She then giggled as I sat her next to Ping, and Karl sat next to Anita, all four watching as I tied their ankles together, and then their legs below their knees.

“Now, can I trust you all to sit quietly and watch the television, or do I need to make sure it’s difficult for you to talk,” I said as I looked at them. Jen wriggled round, and then said “we need to be stopped from calling for help, don’t we?”

“Indeed you do,” I said as I took two pairs of ankles socks I had bought from the bag, folded each one in turn, and then pushed them into their mouths, before I covered their lips with strips of silver duct tape.

“Now, you can still watch the film,” I said with a smile, Ping and Anita nodding as I went to have a look round.


When I returned a half hour later, the kids were lying on their sides, their heads on their mother’s lap as they watched the film. I checked the bonds were still good, as they both fell asleep, Ping and Anita looking at me as I said “Try to escape later – good luck” and left them to it…

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I do love it when a whole family get to watch a film together, in silence unless they try to move – and that all ages in the family get to play along as well. My most recent visit certainly met those expectations – although the youngest girl was both very young, and very surprising.

Steve and I had been planning to visit the Morden family for some time, given their recent win on a well know charity lottery. Harry Morden was a long distance lorry driver, which meant he was not home for periods of time – and also meant I needed to pay a visit early one afternoon, and make sure the police were alerted in time to ensure they didn’t spend the whole night securely silenced.

And so it was, a couple of weeks ago, that I pulled up outside their detached house on a Saturday lunchtime, and watched as they got out of their SUV. Ellie Morden, the mother, had long blonde hair, and was wearing a grey cardigan over a black slip dress, white tights, and long black leather boots. She also had a woollen shawl wrapped round her neck.

The oldest daughter, Tanya, was twelve, and like her mother had long blonde hair. She was wearing a yellow dress with white polka dots, a white cardigan over that and a thin brown belt fastened round her waist. She also had on long black boots, the tops of a pair of purple socks visible over them.

Sara was six years old, with short brown hair, and was wearing a blue dress with white buttons down the front, and white sleeves from the elbow, tights which were red above the knee, and red and white checks under, and mid-calf black leather boots. I watched as they both ran in from the car, and then as Ellie lifted the youngest daughter out of her car seat. Robin was three years old, wearing a purple dress with white sleeves, white tights and purple slippers.

This was my one regret on this visit – a way would have to be found to keep Robin quiet and with the others, but I could not secure her in the same way as the others. But I did want to make it a real game for her, which would need Ellie’s cooperation.

So I checked my supplies, and then got out of the car, putting the rucksack on my back as I walked a way down the road. I was wearing my black leather jacket over a jumper, leggings and over the knee black felt boots – but as I went round the corner, I slipped my gloves on, and then before I made my way into the rear garden of the house I slipped the stocking down over my head.

I managed to open the gate in the rear wall, and was glad nobody was in the garden as I slipped in, and made my way around to the rear of the house. Glancing in the window, I could see Ellie moving round the kitchen, and Robin sitting on a booster seat at the table as she ate some food.

I clamed myself, and then opened the door to the kitchen, Ellie looking over as I came in and pointed a starting pistol at her. She gasped, and then looked at Robin, as I said “I would not if I was you, Mrs Morden. Remain calm, do as I say, and you and your family will have a very special and close time together this afternoon.”

“Who are you,” she whispered as she looked at me.

“I’m the person you booked to play the special game this afternoon, the gamer of robbers,” I said as I looked into her eyes, hoping she would pick up quickly on my intentions. Ellie looked at me for a moment, and then nodded as she said “Oh yeah – I had forgotten that was today, I thought it was going to be when Geoff was here as well.”

“He is away?”

“Back tomorrow – but we can proceed. I take it you’re going to make sure none of us can raise the alarm,” she said quietly, not trying to show her fear as she looked at Robin.

“I will have to, yes, but so long as you make it clear to the girls this is a big game, and I am not going to hurt them, then I think they will enjoy it. Even the little one here.”

Robin looked at me as she said “mamma, who is the lady?”

“She’s going to play a very special game with all of us – but it does mean we’re all going to have to stay in the one room and stay together.”

“So I stay with you mamma?”

“Yes, you stay with me,” Ellie said as I nodded, and said “sit down, and tell me where your other daughters are.” As Ellie sat down, she said “they’ll be coming in for their lunch soon – so what are you going to do?”

“Let you prepare and give them their lunch – once you give me your mobile phone,” I said with a smile. “I can tell them what’s going to happen while you eat…”


“So you’re pretending to be a robber, and you’re going to tie us all up and keep us quiet,” Sara said as she sipped her drink.

“That’s right – but look at it this way. You girls get to pick what you all watch, and youkan even try and sing along as well if you want to.”

“And we’ll all be tied in the same way,” Tanya said as she looked at her mother.

“You girls will be – but Robin needs to be with me, so the lady is going to do something a little different with both of us, but I don’t think any of us…”

“No – me want to be like you.”

I looked at Robin, and said “I don’t want to tie your hands behind your back, little one – that’s not good for you.”

“Okay – but we all same,” Robin said as she looked at her mother, and Ellie looked at me. I nodded, and said “all right – I can do something so you are all almost the same, all right?”

Robin nodded as she sipped the last of the milk form her cup, and then put it down on the table. “I’m ready,” she said with a smile as she looked at the others.

“Well, if anyone needs to go to the toilet, go now,” I said, Tanya and Sara nodding as they walked to the downstairs toilet. As they did, I opened my rucksack, and took a length of cord out as I said to Ellie “we will start with you – put your hands behind your back please.”

“Is this the game,” Robin asked as she watched me cross her mother’s wrists behind her back, and then bind them tightly together, taking the rope around them I neat bands and then between her wrists to tighten the binding.

“It is the game, Robin,” Ellie said with a smile as I tied the ropes off, “watch what the masked lady is doing to me.” I then took a longer length of rope, and tied it round her arms and upper body, forcing them against her sides as I made bands above and below her chest, then cinched them with more ropes between her arms and body.

As I tied that rope off, Sara and Tanya came back in, both of them looking at their mother as Tanya whispered “and you’re going to do that to us?”

“I am – but sit down for the moment. Robin, would you like to see what I did to your mother?”

The youngest girl nodded as Ellie walked over turned round in front of her daughter, while I got two more lengths of cord form my bag. “Now, the only difference between you and your mummy is I am going to tie your wrists together in front of you, and then the rope around your arms. Trust me – you will be just as secure that way.”

“Let the lady do that to you Robin,” Ellie said, watching as her three year old daughter crossed her wrists in front of herself, and I tied them securely together. I then let her put her hands down before I tied her arms to her sides, like her mother with one band around her upper arms, and one round her arms and stomach.

She smiled as she wriggled round, Ellie nodding as I then crossed Tanya’s wrists behind her back and tied them together, then those of Sara, before I secured their upper bodies in the same way as Robin.

“Now,” I said as I tied the rope off round Sara, “if I lift you out of your chair, can you walk with your mummy and sisters into the front room, and we can make sure you all sit in front of the television?”

Robin nodded as I lifted her out, and she walked in front of Ellie, wriggling her arms and hands round as we walked to the front room. I kept the girls outside while Ellie went in and managed to draw the curtains over the windows, and then she sat on one end of a two seater couch, watching as I sat Robin next to her and the other girls sat in a second couch next to that.

“now, I need to make sure you don’t all jump off the couch,” I said with a smile as I took more lengths of cord form the rucksack, and knelt down, crossing Tanya’s ankles and tying them tightly together, the leather compressing slightly under the rope a is used it.

“That sounds funny,” she said as I tied her legs together below her knees, the cinched band of rope on top of her socks, and she tried to move her legs, making her boots rub against each other. I then did the same thing to Sara while she watched, the two girls talking to each other as I knelt in front of Robin and Ellie.

“Your turn now, little one, and I’ll do the same to you as I did to your sisters,” I said, Robin nodding and smiling as I used soft rope to tie her ankles together, and then her legs below her knees – and then she watched as I did the same to Ellie, so that all four were secured.

“Now, the bad robber is going to leave you all for a few minutes, and you can talk about how you feel playing this game,” I said as I nodded to Ellie, Robin wriggling round as I left the room.


When I came back in, Robin looked at me and said “thank you for making this a game we all played.”

“Yeah – you’re a nice robber lady,” Sara said as she wriggled and her boots squeaked.

“Well, thank you, but now it’s time for me to make sure you all stay nice and quiet. Robin – what would you like to watch on the television?”

“CBEEBIES” she called out, Ellie nodding as I turned the television on and a new episode of the Octonauts started. “I’m going to put some special tape over your mouths,” I said as I took the roll of white micropore tape out, “it won’t hurt, but it will stop you talking too much, all right?”

“Do me first,” Ellie said, the girls watching as I tore a strip from the wide roll and then pressed it down over her lips. She looked at the others and said “shssrhthtsfhnn.”

“You sound funny Mummy,” Robin giggled, and then she watched as I put tape over the mouths of both her older sisters.

“Are you ready now, little one,” I said with a smile, Robin nodding as I smoothed the tape down over her mouth, and she lay with her head on Ellie’s lap, smiling under the tape as she watched the television.

I left them there, enjoying their time together while I made my exit – and I did call the police a couple of hours later to let them know what had happened…

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CheekyClaire:
Hello – can I tell my story here?

ViTheFirst:
Of course you can Claire – tell us a little about yourself first.

CheekyClaire:
Well, my name is Claire, I’m eight years old, and I live in the countryside with my mummies. Our house is by a lake, and I love living there – it is very quiet, and it really was last week.

ViTheFirst:
Sounds as if you had a visitor…

CheekyClaire:
Yeah, we did. I’d bene to a friend’s party, so I was wearing a white party dress with a yellow rose at the waist and a bolero cardigan, white leggings and baseball boots, and a band in my brown hair.

It was Mummy Jo who drove me back – she had on a red V-necked top with short sleeves, black pants and sandals. We talked about things as we drove back, the sun setting over the lake as we finally got home. I got out and walked in my, hand in Mummy Jo’s – and then we both saw Mummy Alice.

ViTheFirst:
Was it the man or the woman?

CheekyClaire:
The man – he was dressed in black, and had a nice smile under whatever he had over his head. Mummy Alice was sitting on a chair – her hands were behind her back, and she had some sort of tape over her mouth.

Mummy Jo asked who he was, and that was when he said he was the actor they had booked for the game. I looked at Mummy Alice, who nodded and mumbled something, the tape moving over her lips as Mummy Jo looked at the man. She then nodded, and said she’d forgotten about that, then looked at me and said we were going to play a game of robbers.

ViTheFirst:
That’s how it usually starts – so what did you do?

CheekyClaire:
I looked at my mummies, and said I would play the game as well, so he told me to come and sit next to Mummy Alice, and asked Mummy Jo to stand in front of him. As I sat down, I saw Mummy Alice had her hands tied together at the wrists behind her back, and that the tape over her mouth was the same colour as her skin. In fact, it looked as if it was her skin, with the shape of her lips visible on the tape.

While I was looking, the masked man tied Mummy Jo’s wrists together behind her back, and then he used more rope to tie her arms to her sides, two bands, framing her chest.

ViTheFirst:
Sorry Claire – what was your other mummy wearing?

CheekyClaire:
Mummy Alice? She had on a blue denim blouse over an orange top, jeans and hiking boots. Mummy Jo sat on the other side of me as the masked man used more rope to tie Mummy Alice’s arms to her side, her blouse opened up as he did so.

He then looked at me, and said “it’s your turn little one” before he pressed some tape over Mummy Jo’s mouth. “Stand up, turn round, and put your hands behind your back.”

ViTheFirst:
How did you feel when he said that?

CheekyClaire:
A little scared – both my mummies were looking at me, their eyes wide open and nodding, but it was also exciting. I wanted to be the same as them, so when the masked man crossed my wrists and started to tie them together I said I hoped we could all play the game together.

They seemed to like that idea – at least, they nodded and tried to say something, but it came out all funny. While they did this, the man finished tying my wrists together, and then tied my arms to my sides with two bands of rope, just like my mummies.

I then sat down between them again, while he took more of the rope from his bag. I felt it with my fingers – it was soft, but it was tightly tied, even though it didn’t hurt me. I was glad of that as he tied my ankles together in the same way as my wrists, and then tied my legs together below my knees. I felt his fingers tickling the back of my legs as he did that, and giggled, but he smiled back at me, so I don’t think he was upset.

ViTheFirst:
Yeah, that does feel a bit funny, even when you have leggings on. So what did he do next?

CheekyClaire:
He tied rope round Mummy Jo’s ankles and legs, then around Mummy Alice’s. We all wriggled round after he had done that, trying to see if we could get our legs apart, but he had done it too tightly – and then I saw he had a strip of tape in his gloved hands.

ViTheFirst:
Which he pressed over your mouth?

CheekyClaire:
Which he pressed over my mouth. It felt really funny, and it tugged a little on my face, but it wasn’t too bad. I watched the man as he collected his rucksack, and then he turned the television on so that we could watch something, telling us he was going to pretend to leave, and when the program finished, we could try and get free.

Well, I was sat between my mummies, but a little while after he left they were really struggling to get free. Mummy Jo then tried to say something to me, and I really could not understand what it is, so she looked at Mummy Alice – and then they both pushed themselves forward and sat on the floor.

They did this so quickly, I slipped onto my side and lay there, watching as they managed to get back to back and started to try and untie each other. It was funny to watch them, the ropes keeping their legs and arms in place, as they tried to use their fingers on each other.

ViTheFirst:
So did they get free in the end?

CheekyClaire:
Yeah, but I don’t know when – I fell asleep, and I was woken up by Mum Alice untying me, and Mummy Jo kissing and hugging me, and telling me I was an incredibly brave girl. Mummy Alice then told me the man was a real robber, who had surprised her, and made her pretend it was a game.

That was a surprise, but I really was not scared then – it was a really exciting thing to do, and I have to say, I’d do it again…

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The more I visit families, and the more I play the games, I have to say the thrill never goes away, but the surprises do keep coming, and I love the way the children adapt to what is happening.

It was about half four on a Friday afternoon, in a house on the outskirts of Nottingham, a place called West Bridgford – a nice tree lined narrow street, but in the front room of this house, Aileen Colgan looked at her twins and said “are you enjoying this game?”

She was standing in the main room, the curtains drawn, and was wearing a brown dress with little white polka dots over a white sweater. The dress had a lace top and cap sleeves, and was buttoned down the front with a thin black leather belt round her waist. The tiered skirt came to just above her knees, and she was wearing very dark brown tights, long over the knee white socks, and shiny black riding boots. Her arms were behind her back, her wrists held tightly together with rope, and there was rope around her upper arms and body as well.

“Yeah,” her five year old son Steve said as he wriggled round, “it’s fun mummy.” He was wearing a red zipped top over a black short, grey pants and socks, but his hands were also tied behind his back, and he had rope around his ears and stomach, as well as his waist.

“You’re very good to play this with us,” his twin sister Karen said as she looked at me, while I finished tying the rope around her arms and stomachs. She had on a long white cardigan over a red jumper and grey jeans, and light blue socks. Both of the children had short brown hair, their mother’s long hair falling over her shoulders

I had surprised them when they came back from school, and told them I had been hired to play a game of robbers with them. Today, I was smartly dressed, in a black blazer and skirt, a white blouse, and dark glasses as well as gloves, with knee length black leather boots. Because this was a residential area, it made sense rather than the stocking mask.

Anyway, I had secured their mother and let her explain the situation, and now the children had their arms tied they all sat on a long couch, Aileen talking to Karen while I knelt down and tied Steve’s ankles together. I had told them they would stay here and watch television for a while, and when their mother came back into the room they’d all be able to have some fun, and then try to escape together.

After I had made my escape, of course. Anyway, I secured Steve’s ankles and legs below his knees, and then did the same to Karen as Aileen told them they were playing the game wonderfully. When I was done, I stood up and said they were both wonderful hostages – and asked if they promised to be quiet until their mother came back. They both nodded as Aileen smiled – and then looked behind me as her face went pale.

I turned round to see an older woman standing there, wearing a grey cardigan over a roll neck white sweater, and blue jeans with the legs tucked into knee length black leather boots. With her was a ten year old boy, wearing a grey and blue baseball jacket with a grey hat, orange pants and sneakers. He was looking at the twins, and then said “cool – why are you guys tied up like that? Are you playing a game, Aunt Aileen?”

I looked at her she knew what she needed to do, and I relaxed as she nodded and said “that’s right Robert – why are you here with Grandma?”

“Alex has to work late – we just dropped in,” the older woman said as she looked at me, “and you are?”

“An actress, hired to play a robber – Aileen did this as a surprise for the kids, but I guess you need to join in the game now as well. I was about to leave the kids to watch television – so perhaps Grandma should stay here with Robert as well.”

The older woman slowly nodded as Robert removed his hat and Aleen stood up, saying “You can sit with George and Karen, but the lady is going to have to tie your arms just like them, and you have to promise to sit quietly.”

“Why?”

“Because,” I said as I looked at the young man, “if you don’t I need to make sure you cannot call out, and both George and Karen have promised not to. Now, put your hands behind your back.”

“Aileen is this really a game,” her mother said as I tied Robert’s wrists together, watching her nod as I then then tied the rope round his waist to keep his wrists against hr back, before tying rope round his arms and stomach to lock them in place. He then sat between the twins as I took his grandmother’s hands behind her back, and tied her wrists together.

“This isn’t a game,” she whispered as I secured her wrists, and then tied rope in the same way as with Aileen round her arms and chest.

“No,” I whispered, “but you need to play along, to keep the children from been afraid.” She nodded as I pulled the rope tighter and tied it off, and then she said “well, miss Robber, I will call for help if you leave me able to.”

“I need to keep you quiet then – kids, when we come back, all of you are going to be like, your grandmother, so watch carefully, all right?” All three nodded as she sat down, and I secured her ankles and legs together, before I took from my bag a black scarf, rolled it into a band and tied a knot in the middle, and then eased the knot into her mouth before I tied the scarf round her head.

“Htssnhtshhbhd” she mumbled as I secured Robert’s ankles and legs then turned the television on as they wriggled about, while I took Aileen for a walk round the house…


When we came back, her mother’s cardigan had opened up a little, but more to the point Karen had somehow jumped onto her lap, lying with her head against her grandmother’s chest as she looked at me. I smiled as Aileen sat between the two boys, watching as I tied her ankles and legs together.

“Your legs sound funny,” George giggled, Karen nodding as she moved her bound legs and her boots squeaked. Her grandmother nodded and then moved her own legs, making her own legs squeak as well.

“Right, time for you all to be quiet,” I said with a smile as I took a second black scarf from my bag, rolled it into a band, tied a knot and then cleave gagged Aileen as she looked at the boys.

“Hubhfrhdeee,” she said, Robert and George nodding as I gagged them in the same way, and then finally gagged Karen, her lips closing over the black silk knot before she rested her head against her grandmother.

And so I felt them to have a fun time escaping – eventually…

[KP Presents]

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It was a bright July evening as I pulled up outside the home of Giles Hope, a well known television journalist and author, and recent award winner, so the papers had profiled him and his family. I had done the research with Janna, and now, it was time for a visit.

Giles lived in the mansion with his wife Elaine and their three children – eleven year old twins Steve and Flora, and a four year old daughter Flower. All three children had their mother’s blonde hair – and I suspected that I could use the natural rivalry twin brothers and sisters have to my advantage.

Anyway – I made my way from the car to the rear of the house, dressed in black, and walked to the rear of the house before I pulled the stocking down over my head, and let myself into the kitchen. I could hear laughter from another room, and closed the door quietly behind myself, then walked over and stood behind a doorway as I heard footsteps. The room was in darkness, but as the door opened the light went on, and Elaine Hope came in. She was wearing a dark brown cowl necked sweater, and crimson jeans, the legs tucked into a pair of short black leather boots.

She walked over to the dishwasher and put some dirty plates in – and then turned, staring at me as she said “oh my god…”

“Please, don’t scream,” I said as I walked forward, “I promise you, if you do as I say, then you won’t be harmed. But I need you to listen to me, and then I need you to do what I say, understand?”

“Who are you…”

“I believe the papers refer to me as the Games Player,” I said with a smile, “which means that I am here to rob you, but if you follow my lead, you and your children will have an adventure rather than being scared.”

She slowly nodded as she said “I… I’ve heard of you. You tie up families, and make a game of it?”

“Essentially, yes – if the children believe it is a game, they are less scared, and things go so much more easily, Elaine. I see you’re having your evening meal – have they had dessert yet?”

Elaine shook her head, as I said “well, let’s not keep them waiting – and when we go in, this is what I want you to say…”



“Mummy – who is the masked man?”

“He’s a special actor your Dad and I have invited to come and pay a game with us,” Elaine said as she put a bowl of jelly in front of Steve and Flora, sitting down as I put a bowl in front of Flower and then gave the last one to her. Flora was wearing a long white cardigan, fastened with three rows of toggles in front, black leggings and burgundy leather boots, while Steve had a burgundy red fleece over a checked shirt, jeans and trainers.

Flower had on a burgundy blouse and leggings, with a matching fleece gilet, and short black boots. “He looks funny Mummy,” she said as she put her spoon in a bowl, “like a robber.”

“Well, that’s what I’m pretending to be,” I said with a smile, “and that means that after dinner, you go to the toilets, and then I’m going to make sure you all stay in a room, and that you can’t talk to each other, as if I was a real robber. Then you can try to escape, and see who will be first.”

The children looked at each other, before Flora stuck her tongue out at her brother, and said “I bet I get free first.”

“no you won’t, I’ll get free first,” Steve said as Elaine shook her head and looked at me.

“Well, we’ll see – eat up your pudding now…”

When they had finished, I said “now, the first thing I have to do is tie your wrists together behind your back, so all of you, sit nice and still, and when I come to you do as I say.”

“Does it hurt,” Flower said as she looked at me.

“No, it won’t hurt – let me show you on your mummy,” I said as I walked behind Elaine, and guided her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists as she leaned forward and then tightly securing them together with a length of rope taking it around and between her wrists as well. The children watched and nodded as I went round and made sure their wrists were tied together behind their backs as well, before I said “thank you – now, I’ll pull your chairs back and help you all to stand up, and the next thing the bad robber has to do is make sure your arms are tied to your bodies, so that you cannot move your wrists and try to get them free.”

“I suppose a real robber would do that,” Steve said quietly as I helped Elaine to stand, and then pulled the chairs for the children back, watching Steve and Flora as they slipped off the seats and then lifting Flower up to stand with them.

I started with her, wrapping some rope round her stomach and arms to lock them into place, and then tying another band of rope around her upper arms. She wriggled round as I took care of her big brother and sister in the same way, and then tied a longer length of rope round Elaine’s arms and body, framing her chest as I did so.

She looked at the three children as she wriggled round, and asked if they were excited, smiling as all three of them nodded while I picked up my rucksack. I then said we should go and have a look for nice things I can take, before I made them ready for the escape challenge.

So we walked out of the front room, and up the stairs, the children all sitting on the beds in the rooms as Elaine told me where to look. As I did so, however, I could hear Steve and Flora goading each other, claiming they would get free first, and Elaine telling them to calm down and keep quiet.

So I looked at them, and said if they could not be quiet, I knew how to keep them quiet. Flora looked at me and said how – famous last words, as I took two small sponge balls from my bag, compressed them in my gloved hands, and told them both to open their mouths.

Flower giggled as she said “try talking now” as they closed their mouths, Steve and Flora looking at each other as the sponge expanded in their mouths, and then I pressed a long, wide strip of white tape over their mouths as Elaine watched. “don’t worry – your mother and sister will be the same” I said as we kept looking. I then led the family into a guest bedroom, and said “I think we will have the twins in here. Both of you, lie down on the bed.”

Elaine and Flower watched as they did that and I took more ropes out. Starting with Steve, I tied his ankles tightly together, taking the rope around and between his legs, and then secured his legs below the knees. I did the same to his sister, and then ran some ropes from their ankles to the bottom of the bed.

“Now, I’ll come in and tell you when it is time to try to escape,” I said as I looked at them, the twins nodding as Elaine walked over and gently kissed them both on the head.

“We’ll see who wins later,” she said as I walked her and Flower out, and then into the master bedroom. As they both sat on the bed, I tied Flower’s ankles and legs together, Elaine laughing as she twisted her legs round and her boots rubbed together. As I tied her mother’s ankles and legs, she rubbed her legs together as well, both of them laughing as I looked at them.

“A sponge is too big for your mouth,” I said as I looked at Flower, a folded cloth in my hand, “so I’m going to use this for you, and a sponge for your mother, and then put some tape over your lips. All right.”

Flower nodded as she opened her mouth, and I eased the cloth in, watching as she closed her lips and smiled before I pushed the compressed sponge into Elaine’s mouth. The tape was then firmly pressed over their mouths, Flower wriggling round and then resting her head on Elaine’s chest as her mother nodded at me.

I went and searched the rest of the house, and then walked back up, smiling as I saw Flower’s chest rise and fall, her eyes closed as Elaine muzzled against her head with her cheek.

I then went to the other room, looking at Steve and Flora as they wriggled round on the bed. “Go on, start trying to get free,” I said with a smile under the stocking mask, the twins nodding as they started to struggle, and I left the house…

[KP Presents]

There have been occasions when the mother and daughter – or daughters – have worn matching clothing. There have even been occasions when the younger generation have worn matching clothing. But – well, this was a first. And, given the circumstances, it could have been even stranger…

Moira Dundas is a wealthy business owner, and she lives on the outskirts of Sheffield with her husband and their two children, ten year old Colin and twelve year old Annette. The day I had chosen to visit – after planning it out with Steve, of course – I knew her husband was away on business – the question was, would she be at home as well?

As I walked up the back garden, wearing my black leather jacket, jumper, leggings and over the knee boots, that was still the question I needed to have the answer to. Pausing only to pull the stocking down over my head, I tried the back door, and was relieved to find it unlocked so that I could slip quietly in.


It was as I was closing the door I heard a voice say “what the…” and I turned to see a woman in her early twenties, wearing a peach coloured smock top with tassels on the sides, and faded jeans artistically ripped at the sides. She had on a pair of sandals, and a loo on her face I knew too well.

“Not a word,” I said as I showed her my gun, “who are you?”

“I… I’m Carol, the au pair. Oh god – look, take what you want…”

“I will – who else is home?”

“Just Colin and Annette…”

So no parents. I nodded and said “well, this is a robbery, but if you want the kids to remain calm, you’re going to tell them this is a surprise game their parents have organised, and they are to do what I say, understand?”

As Carol slowly nodded, I took my rucksack off and opened it, producing a length of white cord as I said “good – come over here, and stand with your back to me. Once I have your arms secured, we can go and start the game, all right?”

She nodded as she walked over, and I quickly secured her wrists together behind her back, before I wrapped rope around her arms and chest, securing them to her sides as well. As I tied the ropes off, I said “where are the children?”

“In… In the front room, but they’re not very happy.”

“Why not?”

“their mother picked their clothes for today – you’ll see when you take me to them.”

“Okay then – remember what I said,” I whispered as I picked up my rucksack, and we walked into the front room – and then I saw what Carol meant.

They we resitting watching a film – Colin was wearing a fawn coloured jumper, with a white snowflake motif and a toggle at the neck, over a checked shirt, light fawn coloured shorts, red socks and brow shoes, and he stared at me as we walked in.

My sympathies, however, were more with his sister Annette. She was wearing a jersey dress of the same colour and design as her brother’s jumper, but with a button rather than a toggle at her neck, and a faux belt round her waist. She also had red tights on, and flat brown slippers, with a pink scarf round her neck.

“Kids,” Carol started to say, “this lady is…”

“I’m the Games Player,” I said as Carol looked ta me, “and I’m robbing your parents. The mother who made you dress like this. I’m going to tie both of you up, as well as Carol here, gag you and leave you to watch television while I steal your parent’s valuables.”

“Why are you telling them that,” Carol said as she looked at me.

“Because they’re fed up, and I think they want to teach their parents a lesson, right?”

“Oh yes,” Annette said with a smile, “sorry Carol.”

“You won’t hurt us,” Colin asked.

“Not at all – but you will not be able to move or speak. So, let Carol lie face down on the couch you are sitting on, and then come over here and put your hands behind your back.”

They both stood up and walked over as Carol lay down, and as I guided Colin’s hands behind his back he said “neither of us wanted to wear this, but Mum insisted.”

“Well, you’ll be tied the same way as well,” I said as I tied his wrists together, and then his arms to his sides, before I did the same thing to Annette, the two of them talking while I did so.

“There – now, sit on the floor while I tie your legs,” I said quietly, both of them sitting in front of the couch and watching as I secured their ankles tightly together, and then their legs below their knees. I then secured Carol’s ankles and legs in the same way, before I pulled her legs back and tied her ankles to her chest ropes.

“Are you going to do that t us,” Colin said as he looked at the au pair.

“I am,” I said as I put two large cushions on the floor, “but first I need to keep you two quiet. Annette – do you like that scarf?”

“I hate it – why?” She watched as I untied, removed the scarf, and folded it, and then said “open wide.”

“Talk to you later bro” she said with a wink as I stuffed the scarf into her mouth, and then covered her lips with white tape. For Colin, I used a white scarf from my bag, and then the tape, before I helped them both to lie on their stomachs and hogtied them.

I then pushed a sponge ball into Carol’s mouth and taped her lips over, before leaving them to watch television as I went about my business…

[KP Presents]

My weekend report, by Bobby Holmes, Class 4E

When I left school on Friday, I thought this was going to be about what my Mum and I got up to in our home while Dad was away on business for the weekend – but instead, it was a much more exciting time.

After breakfast on the Saturday morning, Mum suggested that we go for a walk in the woods behind our house, and look for some wild animals. I love doing that sort of thing, so I went and brushed my teeth. I already had on a blue striped rugby shirt and jeans, so I only need to pull my blue padded jerkin over my shirt, put on a pair of black wellies, and then put a hat on my head to cover my hair and ears.

When I came back into the kitchen, Mum was pulling on her old jacket. She was wearing a pink roll neck jumper over a white top and jeans, but now she had put on her long walking boots, which covered her legs to her knees, as well as leather gloves and a tartan cap. She smiled at me, and then we went out of the house, Mum locking the door behind her as we went into the woods.

We did see a lot of squirrels, rabbits and birds, and that was exciting enough, but the really exciting thing started to happen when we got home. Mum opened the back door and we walked into the kitchen, stomping our feet to get rid of some damp leaves – and when I looked up, there was a man sitting there at our table, smiling under some sort of mask as he looked at us.
He didn’t look much older than Mum or Dad, and he was wearing a black leather jacket, jumper and jeans – and he had a rucksack on the table. Mum looked at him, and asked who he was, and then he stood up, walked over, and said he was the actor that she and my Dad had hired to play a special game with me and her.

I looked at Mum, as the man put his hand in his jacket pocket and lifted something out – just a little bit, but Mum nodded as she said she had forgotten – and he should tell me what the special game was.

Smiling, he looked at me and said he was playing the part of a robber, and he was going to pretend to rob the house. But in order to do that, he had to make sure that Mum and me could not raise the alarm, so he said he was going to use some rope to tie us up!

Now, I was a little scared at the idea of that, but Mum said he would do things to her first, then to me, as she took her cap and jacket off, and put them on a chair. As she did this, the man in the mask opened his rucksack up, and took out a length of white rope which he held in his hands. Mum told me to watch carefully as she turned with her back to me, and he started to tie her wrists together.

He wound it round and between her wrists, her palms together, and then tied the ends off out of reach of her fingers, before he told me to have a look. I saw it was tight, but Mum said it didn’t hurt, and he was going to do the same to me now. So I put my hands behind my back, as I watched her gloved fingers wriggle round.

Mum was right – it didn’t hurt as he tied my wrists together behind my back, it felt strange – when he had finished, I tried to move them apart, but I wasn’t able to. He then took a much longer length of rope out, and started to wrap it round Mum’s arms and body, making a band around her stomach and one round her upper arms as he did so.

When he had finished, he took a second long length out, Mum turning round and smiling at me as he tied the same sort of ropes on me, forcing my arms against my sides as I stood there. He was a very good actor – as if he did this a lot – but he certainly knew what he was doing.

When he tied the ropes off, he told us both to walk into the front room, and when we went in I saw the curtains had been pulled across the windows. Mum sat down on a couch, and he told me to sit down in an armchair next to her. I pushed myself onto it and got comfy, as he took more ropes out of his bag, and knelt down to tie Mum’s ankles together.

I watched as the rope made her rub her legs, making a funny sound as her boots rubbed against each other, while he took some more rope and tied her legs together below her knees.

When he stood up, Mum smiled and wriggled round, before he walked over, took some more ropes from his rucksack, and then knelt in front of me. My feet were hanging off the edge of the seat, but he smiled at me as he wrapped the rope round my ankles, and pulled them together, taking the rope around and between my legs so they were snugly tied.

He then tied my legs together as well below my knees, as I twisted my ankles round, laughing at the squeaking sound the wellies made as the rope rubbed on them, and they rubbed on each other. Mum laughed as well, as she twisted round while the masked man stood up. He told us to be quiet, as he turned the television on and left the room, saying he was going to pretend to look round for things to take.

Mum looked at me as we both heard him walk up the stairs, twisting round as she asked if I was enjoying the game. This is gonna sound strange, but I really was enjoying this game, even though I was sitting down and could do little more than wriggle round.

A few minutes later, he came back down, and smiled as he said the bad man now needed to make sure that me and Mum could not call out for help. Looking in the rucksack, he took out a white cloth and folded it into a pad, smiling as he told Mum to open her mouth. I watched, my eyes wide open as he put the cloth into her mouth, and she closed her lips over it, before he tore a strip of silver tape form a roll and pressed it over her mouth.

I asked if he was going to do that to me, and he nodded as he folded a second cloth, and told me to open my mouth. It tasted funny on my tongue, but it also stopped me talking – as did the silver tape as he pressed it over my mouth. I thought it was that stuff you get to fix things with – duct tape – but it felt softer, and it also kept my lips firmly together.

The man looked at both of us as he picked up his rucksack, and said he was going to pretend to leave now, but we should sit for a little while and then try to get free. We both watched him walk out, and then I looked at Mum as she started to struggle.

After a few minutes, she looked at me and mumbled something, then nodded to her side. It took me a few minutes to figure out what she wanted, but then I got it, so I pushed myself forward and managed to stand on the floor, then jumped over and jumped onto the couch next to Mum, smiling under the tape as she rubbed her cheek on my head.

We sat together for a while, looking at each other and trying to talk, until Dad came in and saw us. He ran over and peeled the tape away, then took the cloths out of our mouths, and that was when Mum told me it hadn’t bene a game – the man was a real robber, and he had robbed us!

You can imagine how I felt then, as Dad untied us and then called the police. We spent the rest of the weekend talking about what happened, but like I said – it was really exciting!

[Emma]

These are VERY well written stories; very believable, family friendly (no pun intended) and with interesting characters.

I'm wondering, though, if it's a good idea of using pictures without (I'm assuming without) the consent of the people in them? I can see where having pictures enhances the story, but your work really does stand on it's own. Like reading a book, we can visualize the characters, as long as you work in a brief description

You do have a very good series going; I hope you don't mind the small critique.

[KP Presents]

These are VERY well written stories; very believable, family friendly (no pun intended) and with interesting characters.

I'm wondering, though, if it's a good idea of using pictures without (I'm assuming without) the consent of the people in them? I can see where having pictures enhances the story, but your work really does stand on it's own. Like reading a book, we can visualize the characters, as long as you work in a brief description

You do have a very good series going; I hope you don't mind the small critique.

The critique is fair - these are photos from public archives, but my rule is, if I am asked to remove them, I remove them - and I was actually asked to put the photos in to help others visualise the story.

[Emma]

Good policy.

Again, good series!

[KP Presents]

My most recent visit was one where I had to be very careful, in the way I acted and dressed, on order to minimise the upset, but also so that I caused as little offence as possible.

The family in question were from Senegal, and the father had a prosperous business in their home town. His wife Diatta did not work, but kept house for him and their three daughters – fifteen year old Fama, ten year old Aicha and four year old Mena. They lived in a detached house on the outskirts of the town – and they were a devout Muslim family. Steve and I had spent some time watching them, Diatta and Fama always wearing the hijab. Aicha, possibly because of her age, was more adventurous with her clothing, and Mena was a little girl.

Anyway, this particular Saturday I was parked outside the house, watching as their father drove off with Diatta in the front passenger seat, and I caught a glimpse of Mena in the car seat behind her. This was not unexpected – on Saturdays, this usually happened, and Diatta and Mena would return an hour later.

Which gave me time to start the game, as I stepped out of the car and picked up my rucksack. I was dressed as I usually am, in brown with my gloves, but this time I did not use the stocking or a balaclava. Instead, I had a brown scarf tied over my hair, to cover it, and I wore a pair of large sunglasses as well to cover my eyes.

Walking up to the house, I smiled as I tried the front door, and was pleased to find it was unlocked, slipping inside and closing the door quietly as I listened for any noise. I could hear music coming from a room upstairs, so I made my way up, opened the door and looked carefully in.

Aicha was lying on her bed, reading a book as her radio played. The young girl was wearing an orange and brown striped t-shirt with a shiny heart on the front, dark jeans and black cowboy style boots with a brown top, her hair pulled back in a pigtail, and wearing glasses. She looked up and saw me, her eyes wide as I put my finger to my lips and closed the door.

“Hello Aicha,” I said with a smile, “I’ve been hired to play a very special game with you and your family, and you get to be the first to take part.”

“You have,” she said quietly, “what’s the game called?”

“Robbers – I’m a robber, and for the game I have to make sure that you, your sisters and your mother can’t stop me taking any valuables. Now, your mum and dad have hired me to do this as a surprise for you all.”

“You’re pretending to be a robber? Does that mean you have to tie us up?”

“It does,” I said as I saw the excitement in her eyes, “does that scare you?”

“A little, but I want to play the game. Have you seen my sister yet?”

“Well, let’s get you started, and then we can find her, all right,” I said with a smile as I put my bag down, opened it, and took out a length of white rope. “Now, can you stand in front of me, and put your hands behind your back?”

“Okay,” she said as she jumped up and stood in front of me, “what are you going to do?”

“Tie your wrists together,” I said with a smile as I wrapped the rope around and between her wrists, making sure they were held comfortable but firmly together before I tied the ends off. Aicha smiled as she wriggled her fingers, and said “so what are you going to do next?”

“Let’s make sure you can’t move your arms,” I said as I took a longer length of rope out, and wrapped it round Aicha’s body, holding her arms against her sides as I made two bands around her stomach and her upper arms, then tied two shorter lengths between her arms and her body to cinch the bands. “There now – does it hurt?”

“No,” she said as she wriggled round, “it feels like I’m getting a big hug. So do we get Fama to play as well now?”

“We do indeed,” I said as I picked up my bag, “take me to her room, then you can tell her what is going on. All right?”

Aicha nodded as I opened the door to her room, and we walked down a couple of doors, the young girl waiting as I opened the door before we went in. Fama was working at her desk, the black hijab covering her head and shoulders. The scarf lay on top of a pink dress, which came to above her knees. I could see the thin black belt, and the lace underskirt as she turned round. The dress itself was over a long sleeved black top, and she was wearing black leggings with felt ankle boots.

“What is it Aicha…” she stopped talking as she saw me, and Aicha said “look at me Fama – Mum and Dad have hired this lady to play a game of robbers with us, and I’m playing already!”

“That’s right,” I said as I looked at the teenager, “and it’s your turn to join in now. I’m going to do to you what I did to Aicha, and then we’ll go down to the main room. When we’re in there, I’ll finish getting both of you ready, so that little Mena and your mother can join in when they get back. You are going to play, aren’t you?”

Fama looked at me, and at Aicha, before she nodded and said “of course I will play. Are you going to tie my wrists and arms like hers?”

“I am indeed,” I said as Aicha sat on her sister’s bed, “so please, stand up and come over here.”


Fifteen minutes later, I opened the door to the front room and allowed Fama and Aicha to walk in, both of them twisting round as the ropes held their arms to their sides.

“Now then,” I said with a smile, “I want you both to sit on the long couch for the moment, while I make sure your ankles and legs are tied as firmly as your wrists and arms. Then we need to make sure this is a surprise for the others.”

The two girls sat down, Aicha’s legs hanging over the edge of the cushions as I took some more ropes, and tied their ankles together, the rope going around and between their legs as I did so. I also tied their legs together below their knees as Fama said “this is going to be a big surprise for Mum, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Aicha giggled, “but she’ll play along as well. Are you going to do this to Mena as well?”

“I may do something a little different for her,” I said with a smile as I pulled the rope between her legs and tied it off, “but now we need to make sure you two stay quiet.” Going to the bag, I took out a roll of white tape and tore a strip off, looking at Aicha as I said “put your lips together for me.” As she did so, I pressed the tape down firmly over her mouth, as she giggled while I did the same to her sister.

“Now,” I said as I heard a car pull up outside, “not a word, all right?”

Both girls nodded as I stood behind the door to the room, waiting as the front door opened and closed, and an older voice said “where are you girls?”

Aicha and Fama looked at each other as the door opened, and Diatta walked in holding Mena’s hand. The four year old was wearing a black cardigan over a white dress with a black print on it – the dress had a puffball skirt that came to her knees – and flat black shoes.

“Mamma,” she said as she looked at her sisters, “why are they like that?”

“It’s because they are playing a game your mamma and papa have arranged,” I said as Diatta turned and looked at me, “and now you’re both going to play as well.” Their mother was wearing a black jumper and a floor length skirt with grey, black and blue chevrons, a scarf in the same shade of blue around her head and shoulders. She had dark grey sandals on her feet, and for a moment she looked confused as Mena went to look at her sisters – and I let her glimpse my gun.

“This is a game of robbers,” she said quietly.

“That’s right – I’m pretending to be a bad robber,” I said as I looked at Mena, “and I’ve already taken your sisters captive. Now, it’s time for me to take you and your mamma captive as well.”

“Are you both all right,” Diatta asked as she looked at her older daughters, both of them nodding as Mena said “am I going to be like them Mamma?”

“Well, I will make sure you cannot move easily, but not quite like them,” I said with a smile as I looked at her. “Would you like to see how?”

“IT’s all right Mena, we’ll all be playing,” Diatta said as Mena nodded. I looked at her mother, and said “well then, I need your mamma to stand next to you, and then I want you to cross your wrists in front of yourself.”

“Like this,” Mena said as she stood in front of her mother, and I nodded as I took some rope from my bag, and tied her wrists tightly together in front of her, and then took the rope round her waist so that she could not move them away.

“Look at me Mamma,” she said with a smile, her sisters watching as I then tied more rope around her arms and stomach in a double figure of eight, so that her arms were locked against her sides as well. As she wriggled round, I whispered to Diatta “put your hands behind your back, please – you are going to be bound the same way as your older daughters.”

“Can I sit with them Mamma?”

“Of course you can,” Diatta said as Mena walked over, Aicha and Fama moving to the sides as she sat between them, then watched as I tied their mother’s wrists together behind her back, then wound rope around her upper body so that her arms were secured firmly to her sides. I then tightened the two bands by taking the rope under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and then under the other arm.

“Now, I’m going to take your mother for a walk round the house,” I said as I looked at the three girls.

“Can I be like them,” Mena said with a smile, so I took two ropes and tied her ankles together, then her legs below her knees, before I tore a strip from the roll of white tape and pressed it over her mouth.

“When we come back,” Diatta said, “you may all have a drink before we play the next part of the game.” All three girls nodded as I turned the television on, and escorted Diatta from the room.

“I have heard of you,” she said quietly as we walked up the stairs, “thank you for been so gentle and understanding with them.”

“So long as you keep them believing this is a game, they should be fine,” I said with a smile, “now, tell me where you keep your jewellery and valuables…”


When we came back, Diatta sat in an armchair while I put a tray with three glasses of water down, and then peeled the tape from Aicha’s mouth before she took a drink through a straw.

“Thank you,” she said as she looked at me, “so what happens next?”

“Well, the bad robber has to arrange things so that you cannot raise the alarm,” I said with a smile, “but when she is done, you wait a little while, and then you try and get free.”

“So how does she do that,” Aicha said as she looked at me.

“I put this in your mouth,” I said as I held a folded cloth in my mouth, “cover your mouth again, and then let you lie on the floor while I tie your ankles to your chest. Your older sister will be with you, but Mena will lie with your mother, all right?”

“Okay,” the ten year old said as I put the glass down, put the cloth in her mouth, covered her lips with a fresh strip of tape, and then helped her to jump to the other side of the coffee table. I put a cushion down, helped her to lie on her stomach with her head on the pillow, and then hogtied her, before I gave Fama a drink.

She soon joined Aicha on the floor, as I gave Mena a drink. I didn’t put a cloth in her mouth, but I did put a long strip of tape over her lips, and lifted her onto an armchair before I said to Diatta “lie on the couch, with your head on the armrest.”

“Of course,” she said as she got up and walked over, then lay down as the girls watched me tie her ankles together – and then secured her legs over her skirt, so that it was gathered around them above and below her knees. I then put a folded cloth into her mouth, and covered her lips with the tape, watching as she rolled onto her side while I lifted Mena up and lay her next to her mother. Finally, I tied a length of rope form her wrists to her knees, so that she could not move either.

“Now,” I said as I looked at them, “wait for fifteen minutes, and then you can start to try and escape. I’ll be watching.”

I walked out of the room and watched from the doorway for a few minutes, Diatta kissing Mena’s forehead with her covered lips as the two older girls wriggled round, and then I slipped quietly out…

[KP Presents]

I also recently visited a Muslim family – perhaps not quite as strict and particular as the one Janna visited, but we still managed to make it a fun time for all.

This was actually when I was visiting Gibraltar – a story for another day – and I saw them leaving a jewellery store. The mother looked to be in her early thirties, and was wearing a white headscarf over her head and shoulders, a long sleeved black tunic with white herringbone stripes, black leggings and tan suede ankle boots.

With her were two girls, aged I’d guess twelve and ten. The older girl was wearing a black leather blouson jacket over a grey t-shirt with “REBEL GIRL” printed on the front, dark jeans and black biker boots. Her sister had a black baseball jacket on over a grey top with a pattern on the front, dark leggings and shorter grey leather boots.

As they walked down the old street, talking to each other, I followed at a distance – I needed to see where they lived, and then I figured I would need to obtain some supplies…

When I returned to the apartment block they lived in, I decided to take the direct approach, and knocked on the front door with a gloved hand – after I pulled the stocking down over my head. It was their mother who opened the door, and then stepped back in surprise as I came in, and held her against the wall, my hand over her mouth as I used my foot to close the door.

“Let’s not have any fuss,” I said quietly as I looked at her, “all I want is your valuables, and for you and your daughters to play a game of robbers. Do as I say, and everyone gets to have some enjoyment. Nod if you understand?”

I had taken a gamble here – she might not have spoken any English – but she nodded as I said “good – now, when I take my hand away, speak quietly and tell me your name.”

As I took my hand away, she stared at me and said “Rachel – who are you?”

“Not important – what is important is you tell your daughters what is happening now, and what is going to happen, is just a game, all right?”

“Are you going to hurt us?”

“No – but I do need to make sure none of you can raise the alarm. So, I want you to turn round, and put your hands behind your back. Once I have them secured, Rachel, you can introduce me to your girls.”

As she turned round, I took from the bag I was carrying a plastic zip tie – I normally would not use them, but this was an occasion when I had to work with what I could get. I held her wrists together and then tightened the plastic strip round them so that they were held firmly together, as she wriggled her fingers, but making sure I kept it over the cuffs of her top.

“Now then,” I said quietly, “let’s go and make sure your girls are secured.” She nodded as we walked into the front room, and I saw the two girls sitting in chairs at a table.

“Girls,” she said quietly, “we’re going to play a game of robbers – this man is pretending to me one and he’s going to make sure we cannot move for a while – or I suspect talk. Perhaps we can all watch a film together, and we see what happens.”

The older girl looked at me, and then said “okay Mamma – what do we have to do?”

“Why don’t you both take your seats and sit in front of the television,” I said with a smile, “and then I’ll make sure you stay in your seats, and your mother stays on the couch. Will you do that for me?”

As they moved their chairs, I directed their mother to a recliner and asked her to make herself comfortable on it. As she did so, I took another zip tie and secured her ankles together as I had her wrists.

“Are you going to use them on us?” her younger daughter said as I used a third one on her legs, below her knees.

“I will on your legs, but not your arms,” I said with a smile, “for them, I need you both to sit on the chairs, and put your hands on your heads for a few minutes.”

“Let’s do as he says,” the older girl said to her sister, and while they sat down I took out of my bag a roll of silver duct tape. I then wrapped the tape round their waists and the chair back, so that they were held in place there, and then asked them to put their hands in front of themselves. Their mother then watched as I taped their wrists together, with their hands palm to palm, and took the tape over their hands as well so that they were covered. I then wrapped more tape round their upper arms and body so they could only wriggle round.

I still had five zip ties left so I used four of them on the girls, to secure their ankles and then their legs below their knees. Both of them wriggled their legs round, making their boots squeak, before I went back to their mother, and helped her to lie on her side.

“We’re not going anywhere now,” she said as I bent her legs slightly, and used the last zip tie to secure her wrists to her ankles. I then took a small sponge ball from my bag, compressed it, and told her to open her mouth.

The girls watched as I eased the sponge in, and their mother closed her lips over it, before I tore a strip of brown sticking plaster form a roll and pressed it down over her mouth. She looked at her girls and said “dhnntbhfhrdhhdd,” the girls giggling as I compressed two more small sponge balls.

Once I had both of them nice and quiet, I turned the television on, and left them to watch a film while I looked round. When I looked in before I left, the girls were sitting quietly, while their mother was trying to get her wrists or legs free – unlikely, the way I had left the ties…

[KP Presents]

Let me tell you a story of two sisters, two cousins, and a nice playful afternoon…

It was the October mid-term holiday, and I had left our daughter in her nursery for the day while I drove to the other side of the city. Steve and I had spent a few weeks researching a man called Donald Yates who ran a very successful small chain of bars in the area – Steve liked the Real Ale they served in there, but it was the jewellery in the photo of him with his wife that also interested us.

He was married to Yvette, and they had an eight year old daughter called Monica. As I parked outside their house, and watched Donald leaving for the day, I knew Yvette and Monica were inside, as it was the school holidays – so I waited a while, and then checked my bag before I got out of the car.

I was wearing my usual outfit for this visit – a black leather jacket and tight leggings with over the knee leather boots, and a roll neck sweater under the jacket. I smiled as I looked round, and then walked up the side of the house, slipping into the garage area at the side before I took a moment to put my leather gloves on, and then pull the stocking down over my head before I looked round the back.

The garden was clear, so I made my way along and then slipped inside the rear door, finding myself in the kitchen – and seeing young Monica sitting at the kitchen table, drawing in a book. Her light brown hair was held back by a white hairband, and she was wearing a white cardigan over a blue top, a grey skirt with a leopard print, blue leggings, and short brown leather boots, orange socks over her legs and the top.

She looked at me, and put her coloured pencil down as she said “who are you?”

“Me? I’m here to play a game with you and your mummy, Monica – do you think you’d like to play a game with me?”

“I don’t know,” Monica said quietly, “what sort of game?”

“Well, it’s a game where you get to be with your mummy, and you can try to see who wins a game first – but to do this, you have to believe I am a robber, and I need to do things to stop you and your mummy raising the alarm. I know it may be a bit scary to think about that, but…”

Monica looked at me, and then showed me the book next to her colouring book – a Nancy Drew one. “Like the girls in this book,” she said, and when I nodded she smiled. “Josie and I love these books – what are you going to do, tie me up?”

“Well, you and your mummy,” I said as I put my bag down, and took a length of white rope from it. “Who is Josie?”

“My cousin – do I put my hands behind my back?”

“Please,” I said with a smile, and then I doubled over the rope before I tied her wrists firmly together behind her back. As I tied the ropes off, I heard footsteps, and whispered “let me do the talking” to Monica before I put my hand over her mouth.

“Do you want a drink, Mo…” I smiled as Yvette came in, looking at both of us. She had a mustard cardigan on over a white top, a long blue scarf hanging round her neck and in front of her. The legs of her blue jeans were tucked into knee length flat soled tan leather boots, and her eyes were wide open.

“Whrrbhnrhhbbhhdmhhm,” Monica giggled under my hand, as I said “let’s not panic Yvette. This is the special game you hired me to play, and I’ve already got your daughter as a hostage, so you’re going to do exactly what I say, aren’t you?”

Yvette looked at Monica as I felt her nod under my hand, and then she nodded as she said “all right, just don’t hurt us.”

“I won’t, if you do as I say. Are you going to be quiet little one?”

“Yhsss,” Monica mumbled as I took my hand away, and said “sit down then. Yvette, come and stand in front of me, and put your hands behind your back. I need to make sure you and your daughter cannot stop me from doing what I have to do.”

“This is going to be a very special game, sweetheart,” Yvette said as she looked at Monica, while I took her hands behind her back, crossed her wrists, and then tied them tightly together with the rope. As she wriggled her fingers, I poured Monica a glass of milk, and put a straw in it before I put it in front of her, and said “have a drink, Monica, while I make sure your mummy cannot move her arms.

Monica nodded and started to drink, watching as took a longer length of rope from my bag and wrapped it round Yvette’s body, forcing her arms into her sides and her cardigan to either side of her chest as I took the rope above and below her chest.

“Wow – are you going to do that to me as well,” Monica said as I tied the rope off, and looked at her.

“I am indeed – so finish your drink, and then I’ll take care of you as well,” I said as I helped Yvette to sit in another chair, and then bound Monica’s arms tightly to her sides as well. When I had finished, she wriggled round and said “the bad lady has captured Mancy and her mummy!”

“She has indeed,” Yvette said as she stood up, and said “so where are we going now?”

“Let’s go into the front room,” I said as I picked up my bag, and we walked down the hallway – only to stop as the front door opened and a six year old girl came in, a woman who looked very like Yvonne behind her.

“Coo – what’s going on Monica,” the girl said as she looked at us. She had a short denim waistcoat on over a white long sleeved top with thin black horizontal stripes, black jeans and short tan boots, while the other woman was wearing a short fur jerkin over a black blouse, faded jeans and mid=calf loose brown leather boots.

“We’re playing Nancy Drew Josie,” Monica said as she twisted round, “and now you and Aunt Suzie can play as well!”

“It’s true,” Yvonne said with a smile, “I guess you’re going to play along as well Sis.”

The older woman looked at me, and then closed the door as she said “I must be losing my head. All right – so this lady is holding us hostage as well?”

“I am – so you and your daughter put your hands on your heads, and we all walk into the front room.” As they did this, I followed with Monica and Yvonne, before I said “Suzie, pleas draw the curtains – and no raising the alarm, all right? Josie, come and stand in front of me while your aunt and cousin have a seat.”

And you know what? They did as they were asked – Yvonne sitting next to her daughter, Suzie walking to the window and pulling the curtains over, while Josie grinned as she stood in front of me. I took some rope from my bag, and started to tie her wrists behind her back as Josie turned, putting her hands on her head again and winking at her daughter.

“The games these girls talk about – guess we’re playing along now,” she said as I tied the rope of, and then passed more rope around Josie’s arms and body as I tied her in the same way as her cousin.

“There now,” I said as I tied the rope off. “Now I’m going to do the same to your mother, before I make sure you and Monica stay here and watch something.”

“And what are you going to do with us,” Suzie asked as I walked behind her, and tied her wrists tightly together behind her back, and then bound her arms to her sides.

“Well, let’s make sure your girls are happy first,” I said with a smile as I helped her to sit on a chair, and took more ropes out of the bag. Kneeling down, I smiled as I crossed Monica’s ankles and tied them tightly together, the girls giggling as her boots rubbed together, and then secured her legs together below her knees.

“This is really fun,” Monica said, Josie nodding as I tied the younger girl’s ankles and legs together, and then stood up as both girls swung their legs to and fro.

“Now, I need to take your mummies for a walk, but I am going to put the television on – and then I need to make sure you both stay quiet. In a little while, I’ll come back and take you to be with them, and then you can play the game of escape. All right?”
Both girls nodded as I turned the television on, and found a kid’s channel, before I took two white scarves from my bag, rolling each one into a band and tying a knot in the middle.

“Now then,” I said quietly, “who gets to be first?”

Yvonne and Suzie watched as I eased the knots into their mouths, their lips closing over the white band as I tied the scarves tightly round their heads, both girls nodding before I helped them both to stand up.

“Have fun,” I said as Scooby Doo started, and I took the two older women out of the room, closing the door before Yvonne said “A game? Are you the Games Player?”

“I am,” I replied with a smile as Suzie looked at Yvonne, “and thank you both for playing along. Now, we’re going to go upstairs, and you Yvonne are going to show me where your valuables are. And then, I will make sure you cannot move or call for help, and your daughters can join you for a game of Escape. Okay? Good – let’s walk upstairs, shall we?”


“There now – comfortable?”

Suzie nodded as she lay on the bed, a blue scarf pulled between her lips as the knot kept the folded panties inside her mouth. I had bound her legs at the ankles and below her knees, then pulled her ankles back and tied them to her chest ropes.

“Good – I’ll bring Josie up to you,” I said, Suzie nodding as I walked slowly down the stairs and looked in the front room.

“Hshhtthm,” Josie said as she looked at me, the corners of her mouth pulled back and the white scarf growing grey.

“It is – I’ll take you first, and then take Monica to be with her mother, all right?”

Monica nodded as I lifted Josie up and carried her up the stairs, and then came back down, lifting Monica up as she said “fhnkuhhh.”

“You’re welcome,” I said with a smile as I took her up the stairs, and into her parent’s bedroom. As we passed the spare room, she looked in to see Josie and her aunt side by side – and then she said “Hllhhnhhmm” as I carried her in.

“Hllhhmhnnhch” Joanna said as I put her on her side, facing her mother. I then took more rope and pulled Monica’s ankles back, tying them to her chest ropes as she looked at her mother.

Yvonne had a black scarf tied between her lips, and like her sister she had a pair of panties in her mouth as well, her legs pulled back and secured in a hogtie. She shuffled forward and rubbed her head on Monica, as I said “wait fifteen minutes, and then you can see who gets free first.” As both of them nodded, I picked my bag up – heavy again – and left them, giving the same message to Suzie and Josie before I left the house…

[KP Presents]

Dearest Husband,

I trust that you are well, and that the business trip was not interrupted too much by the news that you received. I assure you, both Suki and I are unharmed, if a little shaken, but what happened happened in such a way that, despite the material loss, it was an experience we have both thought through and come to appreciate in a strange way.

I did feel, however, it was right to tell you exactly what happened last Sunday afternoon, so that your mind may be set completely at ease. We had attended Church, and I had taken Suki to that coffee shop we all love down by the river. I was wearing my long coat with the large coloured check, and the matching skirt, with the white blouse that has the lace collar and cuffs, as well as those long off white suede boots you like so much.

As for Suki, she was wearing her Sunday dress she loves so much, the one with the grey velvet body and skirt that come to her knees, and the long layered overskirt of lace. She also had on her soft black felt boots, and I had at her request pulled her hair back in a ponytail. Finally, she had put on her grey jacket with the sequins sewn into it all over.

As I said, we went to the coffee shop, and had a late lunch there before heading home. As we entered the house, Suki walked into the front room, while I went to our room, removed my coat and hung it in the closet, and then went to the front room – and that was when I saw the man behind Suki.

He was a tall man, wearing a black jacket over a sweater, trousers and leather shoes – but he also had a pair of leather gloves on, and there was a dark stocking pulled down over his head, so that his face was covered and obscured. Suki must have walked in on him – but to my surprise, she was not afraid, but instead seemed to be excited. I did wonder what was going on, but that was when Suki thanked me for arranging such a wonderful surprise game for her.

That was when I realised who the man was. You will have read, dear, of a man and woman known as the Games Player – two robbers, but their way of working is to make the younger members of the family they visit believe this is a game arranged by their parents. As I looked again at him, I realised he matched the description in the reports – and as he smiled and asked me to confirm this had been booked by you, I had to answer in the affirmative.

I hope you will forgive me that lie, dearest husband, but my concern then was to ensure Suki was not afraid, so I said we had indeed arranged this game, and asked the Player what he was going to do. His smile grew larger, as he said he was playing the part of a bad robber, and as part of the game he was going to do what a real burglar would – make sure that neither I nor Suki could raise the alarm.

The dividing doors to the dining room were open, and he told me as he stood with his gloved hand on our daughter’s shoulder to bring two of the dining room chairs through, and put them next to each other in front of the television. As I walked through, I wondered just what he was going to do, and how long we would be there, but what choice did I have?

As I put the first chair down, the Player told Suki to sit on the chair, and then to put her hands behind her back. As you know, the backs of our dining room chairs have three slats with a gap between them – and I wondered if he was going to begin by binding Suki’s wrists so that she could not move her arms.

When I brought the second chair in, I saw that was indeed what he had done – He had guided Suki’s arms between the slats, and told her to sit back as he used some sort of white rope to tie her wrists together. I asked her if she was all right, and she smiled and nodded as I watched him take the rope between her wrists, and then tie the ends to the place that central spar met the chair seat.

I was then invited to sit in the other chair, and to put my arms around the chair back. Suki watched as I did that, smiling and nodding as the Player used the same rope to bind my wrists together. I have to admit, dearest, that although her bound my wrists tightly together, and then secured them in the same place on my chair as he had Suki’s where she was sitting, it did not hurt – the rope was soft, and he took great care to make sure it was comfortable over the cuffs of my blouse.

I flexed my fingers and watched as the Player said he was going to make sure I could not move from the chair back, and then he would do the same to Suki. So she watched as he took from a rucksack a long length of rope, and then passed it round my upper arms, forcing my arms into my sides as it sat there. He then took the rope around my stomach, repeating it several times above and below my chest. He then took the rope round the chair back, so that I was held fast, before taking the rope under one arm, up and around the back of my neck, and under the other arm.

He then turned to Suki, but he did something different for her – tying the end of the rope to the chair, and then wrapping it round her body and the chair back. I was taken by the way the rope lightened her top as it was tightened round her, but when he had finished she was held just as tightly to the chair.

I wondered what he was going to do next, now fascinated by how exactly he was playing this out, and how much Suki was seeming to enjoy it as a game. He took more ropes from the rucksack, and knelt in front of me, before crossing my ankles and then binging them tightly together. Ge wrapped the rope round them, then pulled the ends back through the middle as it compressed the suede of my boots. Several more passes around, and then between my legs, before he tied the ends off – and then repeated the process around my legs below my knees.

Although the ropes were white, I’ could see where my boots were compressed by the bands, as Suki smiled and nodded. The Player then knelt in front of Suki, folded the lace of her skirt back, and tied her legs together below her knees as well, before he folded the skirt back and then secured her ankles side by side.

Somehow, neither of us were afraid, dearest – it was as if making it a game did indeed take the fear away from it, even though I knew we were about to have our valuables – our jewellery, our money – taken from us. The Player said he would fetch a drink for Suki, and he was as good as his word – bringing from the kitchen a glass of cold water with a straw in it, and allowing her to sip from it as he asked me for details of where our valuables and safe were.

Again, I must ask your forgiveness for giving him that information, but I knew I had no choice, to maintain the illusion of the game, and also to avoid any potentials scares for either of us. So I told him of my bureau, and to look in the walk in wardrobe and try the safe number you told to me.

When Suki had finished her drink, he turned the television on and found a film, then said he was going to look round, but he had to make sure we stayed quiet. From the bag, he took a red sponge ball, and compressed it in his hand as he told me to open my mouth. Suki watched, her eyes wide as he pushed the ball gently behind my teeth, and I felt it expand, pressing down my tongue and filling the space. He then took a smaller sponge ball, and put that into Suki’s mouth, before he produced a wide roll of white tape.

We both watched as he tore a long strip off, and then pressed it down firmly – but gently – over my mouth and chin, and then did the same to Suki. I could see the shape of her lips under the tape, but it held firm to my face, and I knew it was doing the same for our daughter as she tried to speak, but could not.

So instead, we watched the film, as I heard his footsteps as he left the room, and walked up the stairs. It was one of the Harry Potter films – the fourth one, I believe, which Suki likes – and we both watched quietly.

About a half hour later, the Player came back in, whispering his thanks into my ear for giving the correct combination, before he checked the ropes were still tight, and asked if we were all right. I watched as Suki nodded, and I nodded in agreement, before he said he would be watching from behind.

I heard him leave after a short while, but Suki was watching the film – and after a while, she started to fall asleep. As she did so, I heard her gently breathing in and out through my nose, and I relaxed, knowing help would eventually come – as indeed it did. The Player had alerted the appropriate authorities, and we were both released.

So be assured, my darling, we are both fine and none the worse for the ordeal – although you should know that Suki wonders if we can play the game again, with you as the robber. Perhaps we should discuss when you return?

Until then, we both miss you.

Your darling wife

[KP Presents]

How did that song from the soap go – “Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours?” Well, my most recent visit provided a good illustration of that…

Laura Jackson is a cookery writer and blogger, who lives on the Norfolk Broads with her husband, an actor, and their two children – eight year old Annika and six year old Benjamin. I had done my usual research on the family, and knew for example that her husband was currently away on a television shoot. The village they lived in was a quiet one, with one other cottage within walking distance of theirs, so I figured they would enjoy the game in relative peace and quiet.

It was a Saturday morning when I pulled up in the car park for a pub in the village, and got out, putting my rucksack over my shoulder before I set off. I was dressed for a country walk – a checked blouse over a grey t-shirt, grey leggings and long brown walking boots, so I looked the part with my black hat on as I walked down the high street, and turned the corner.

Of course, it was not my intention to visit the nearby wetlands bird sanctuary, as wonderful as it sounded – instead, I made my way to the rear of the Jackson house, pausing to put on my gloves, and pull down the rim of my hat so that the balaclava covered my face, leaving only my eyes and my red lips visible, before I made my way quickly across the lawn, and let myself into the back door.

I found myself in a hallway, and I could hear the sounds of Annika and Benjamin watching television, and of Laura talking on a telephone. So I walked slowly down the hall, seeing the very large and very well equipped kitchen through one door, and then Laura in what looked like an office. Her long blonde hair was pulled back, and she was wearing an off white jersey dress with a cowl neck. Her legs were bare, her feet in a pair of laced brown shoes.

“I’m glad you like the new recipes,” I heard her say as I took my rucksack off, and opened it to take out something, “the book will be with you for review at the end of next week. Look, I need to go – someone’s at the door. Talk to you tomorrow.”

I watched as she put the phone down, and stood for a moment with her hands on her desk, before she said “who are you, and what are you going in my house?” She turned to look at me, and saw the pistol in my gloved hand as she looked at me.

“Let me answer the second question first,” I said with a smile, “I’m here to rob you, and for the first question, the papers call me a Games Player.” I kept smiling as she looked at me, and then whispered “oh. Oh lord, then that means…”

“It does indeed – but here’s what I want to say. If you say this is a game, and you areal going to play the same game, then they won’t feel as scared at what is happening. You may feel a little less afraid as well – and of course, you want them to be unharmed, don’t you?”

I watched Laura as she thought about what I was saying, and then slowly nodded before she said “so what are you going to do?”

“Play a game of Robbers, of course – starting with you. Please, turn round and put your hands behind your back.” I watched as she did so, then slipped a length of white rope from my rucksack, doubling it over and securing her wrists tightly together as she looked back over her shoulder.

“Well, at least it doesn’t hurt,” she said quietly as she wriggled her fingers, while I took a longer length of rope from my rucksack. She then gave out a gasp as I wound that rope round her body, forcing her arms into her sides as I took it above and below her chest, and then took it under one arm, round the back of her neck and under the other arm.

“Does it have to be so tight?”

“It does – it can be dangerous otherwise, but it’s not uncomfortable, is it?” I watched Laura as she thought for a moment, and then shook her head as I put the gun in my rucksack, and then put it on my shoulder.

“Right then,” I said as I opened the door, “we go and get your children to play now, and remember – it’s just a game.” I walked Laura along the hallway, and then we went into the room where Annika and Benjamin were playing. Annika was literally looking like a leopard – in that she was wearing a long sleeve dress in orange material with a black leopard print on it, and matching tights that I could see under the puffball skirt of her dress. She was also wearing black slippers.

Benjamin was wearing a white polo shirt, brown cargo pants, white baseball boots, and a startled expression on his face as he looked at his mother. He had her shade of blonde hair, cut short, while Annika had longer brown hair.

“Mummy,” she finally said, “what’s going on?”

“We’re all going to play a special game,” Laura said as she walked over and sat down, her children sitting wither side of her, “a game of robbers – and this lady is an actress playing the part of the robber. Have a look at what she had done to me.”

I watched as Annika and Benjamin looked at the ropes around her arms and wrists, before Benjamin said “wow – s she going to do that as well to us?”

“I am – but don’t be scared, it won’t hurt, and it is just a game,” I said with a smile, “so you can start by turning round slightly, and putting your hands behind your backs, while I make sure you can’t move them just like Mummy can’t.”

“It won’t hurt,” Laura said quietly as I crossed Annika’s wrists behind her back, and tied them tightly together, before I walked round and did the same thing to Benjamin. I then took two longer lengths of rope, and made sure they really had their arms fixed to their sides, as their mother said “now, I don’t think you two are going to be able to move from this room for a while, but I don’t want you to be scared – I may have to go for a walk to pretend the bad robber is taking my nice things, but I’ll come back.”

“I don’t want you to go, Mummy,” Benjamin said as I took two more lengths of rope, and knelt down, putting his ankles together and tying them in the same way I had tied his wrists, and then secured his legs together below his knees, making sure I took the rope between as well as around his ankles.

“I know you want me to stay here,” Laura said as I moved over, and bound Annika’s ankles and legs in the same way, the white band showing up over her tights, “but I promise you, it won’t be for too long.”

“I’ll be here as well,” Annika said as she twisted her legs round, then moved them up and down, “and we can watch the television – can’t we, miss robber lady?”

“Of course you can – but I will need to make sure you can’t call for help while we are not in the room, so…” I looked at Benjamin, who was shaking his head as he started to cry, and said “no, I don’t wat to play…”

“Benny, I promise you…”

“What is going on? Laura?”

I turned to see another woman had come into the room – a young Muslim mother, with her six year old daughter holding her hand. The young girl had dark hair in a small knot on her head, and was wearing a blue jumper, denim skirt, white tights and camel ankle boots. Her mother was wearing a long brown top, dark leggings and over the knee brown suede boots, her head and shoulders covered by a fawn scarf.

“Oh no,” Laura whispered, “this… This is my neighbour Zara and her daughter Lois. Zara, Lois, this is a woman we employed to play a game of robbers with us.”

I watched Zara as she looked round the room, and then walked over to Benjamin, kneeling next to him and stroking his head as she said “I know you’re a little bit scared, but it is just a game Benjamin – if Lois and I play as well, will you play along too?”

Benjamin looked at the young girl and nodded, as Zara stood up and said “Lois, we’re going to play the game of robbers as well – what were you going to do, Miss Robber?”

“I was going to leave the children in ere while Laura and I walk round the house,” I said as I looked at Zara, watching her nod as she said “and they were to be quiet?”

“Yes?”

“Then Lois and I have been unlucky enough to walk in on a robbery, and were left with them as well. I will watch them, Laura, and make sure they come to no harm.”

“So will we be like them, Mummy?” Lois said, and when she nodded she said “I want to sit with Benjamin.”

“Can she sit with me please, Miss Robber?”

“Of course she can,” I said as I took some rope from my rucksack, “do you want to be tied first, Lois?” she nodded, so Zara watched as I bound her daughter’s wrists and arms, and then watched as Laura stood up before Lois jumped onto the couch, watching as I said to Zara “hands behind your back, please.”

“I’m not as scared any more Mummy,” Benjamin said as he nudged Lois – I got the feeling there was a mutual liking there as Annika rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Little brothers – they can be a pain, can’t they,” I said over Zara’s shoulder, Annika nodding as I made sure the wrists and then the arms of the young woman were well secured. I then invited her to sit in an armchair, the others watching as I tied her ankles, then her legs below her knees – and then did the same to Lois as she giggled and wriggled round.

“Now, the bad robber needs to take your mummy for a walk round the home,” I said as I looked at the three children and Zara, “So I need to make sure you all stay quiet. Put your lips together, and smile for me –when your mummy comes back, then you can all have a drink before the next part of the game.”

Laura watched as I took out a roll of white tape, and tore a strip off, pressing it over Zara’s mouth before doing the same to the three children, and then turning the television on. “Just sit quietly, we won’t be long,” Laura said as they all nodded, and we walked out.

“Now,” I said with a smile, “let’s start with your office, and the safe…”



When we came back into the room, Lois and Benjamin were trying to talk to each other, while Annika had fallen asleep, lying on her side with her head on the arm of the couch.

“We’ll let her rest,” I said as I put the try down, with glasses of water on it, and straws in the glasses, before I let Laura sit and bound her ankles and legs as well. As she wriggled round, I peeled the tape away from Benjamin and Lois’ lips, Benjamin smiling as he said “that was actually fun – thank you” before he took a sip form the glass.

“Yeah – this is a good game mama,” Lois said before she took a sip, Zara nodding before I peeled the tape away from her lips and allowed her to take a drink as well.

“So what is going to happen now,” she said as Laura took a drink as well.

“Now, the bad robber has to realty make sure you all stay quiet, and cannot raise the alarm,” I said as I took out of the roll two folded squares of cloth. I put one into Laura’s mouth, and one into Zara’s, before I covered their mouths with fresh strips of the white tape, the shape of their lips visible underneath.

“You’re not going to put anything in our mouths, are you,” Benjamin said quietly as I smoothed the tape over his mother’s mouth.

“No – with Annika asleep, I don’t want you to be different and upset her when she wakes up,” I said as I put fresh tape over their mouths, and then started a film for them all to watch as I quietly slipped away…

[StephScottKitty]

I dunno man...These stories all feel the same to me just with different characters. Robber comes in. Tells Mom she’s getting robbed and to tell the kids that is a game, Mom tells kids its a game, kids go along with it, tie up and gag and repeat. This series does have potential but all of the stories of this series i read on Kp-Presents, here and Deviantart they all follow the same formula.

[KP Presents]

I dunno man...These stories all feel the same to me just with different characters. Robber comes in. Tells Mom she’s getting robbed and to tell the kids that is a game, Mom tells kids its a game, kids go along with it, tie up and gag and repeat. This series does have potential but all of the stories of this series i read on Kp-Presents, here and Deviantart they all follow the same formula.

These do follow a formula - that's the opus memoranda of the Games Players. But they are not the only family-based stories I write, as a look at the Relative Perils sections at my site will reveal.

[StephScottKitty]

I dunno man...These stories all feel the same to me just with different characters. Robber comes in. Tells Mom she’s getting robbed and to tell the kids that is a game, Mom tells kids its a game, kids go along with it, tie up and gag and repeat. This series does have potential but all of the stories of this series i read on Kp-Presents, here and Deviantart they all follow the same formula.

These do follow a formula - that's the opus memoranda of the Games Players. But they are not the only family-based stories I write, as a look at the Relative Perils sections at my site will reveal.

No i understand that, i have read the stories on the Relative Perils section and they are good. I am talking about this series in particular, they follow the same A-B-C formula there really aren’t many new directions or plots. Its interesting reading the first time, but then comes the next story, then the next and it just reads the same as the one before it but with new characters it feels boring

[KP Presents]

I dunno man...These stories all feel the same to me just with different characters. Robber comes in. Tells Mom she’s getting robbed and to tell the kids that is a game, Mom tells kids its a game, kids go along with it, tie up and gag and repeat. This series does have potential but all of the stories of this series i read on Kp-Presents, here and Deviantart they all follow the same formula.

These do follow a formula - that's the opus memoranda of the Games Players. But they are not the only family-based stories I write, as a look at the Relative Perils sections at my site will reveal.

No i understand that, i have read the stories on the Relative Perils section and they are good. I am talking about this series in particular, they follow the same A-B-C formula there really aren’t many new directions or plots. Its interesting reading the first time, but then comes the next story, then the next and it just reads the same as the one before it but with new characters it feels boring

Hmmm - I have a few more stories to do, and then it might be time to retire this series, but we can put a few twsits in first...

[StephScottKitty]

Hey i am not trying to discourage you or anything i know how creative you are with your stories but just having women tied up isn’t as interesting as a captivating and engaging story leading up to it

[LatexLover]

I dunno man...These stories all feel the same to me just with different characters. Robber comes in. Tells Mom she’s getting robbed and to tell the kids that is a game, Mom tells kids its a game, kids go along with it, tie up and gag and repeat. This series does have potential but all of the stories of this series i read on Kp-Presents, here and Deviantart they all follow the same formula.

THANK YOU. These are by far the laziest stories on the site. It’s literally the same exact story every time, and it’s just spam at this point. Robber tells mom he’s robbing them, mom tells daughter who should be way old enough to know it’s not a fucking game, but apparently all these kids are fucking retards. They’re boring, derivative, lazy, and pointless. Nothing ever happens in these stories.

[KP Presents]

It has been a long and hot summer, and both Janna and I had taken some time to have a family holiday and such things – but we had been planning more visits during that time as well, and now was the time to get back to my other job, as I sometimes call it.

Bob and Mary Carr were lottery winners, and their picture had bene in the papers with their children, seven year old Maisie and three year old Chuck. They said they were living the time as they deserved to, but I did wonder what I would be able to find if I called round.

That was the challenge, however, as I found myself opening the door in the garage of their semi-detached house, and listening to see who was home. There was no obvious noise, but when I looked out of the window I could see Mary playing with Chuck. She was wearing a black top with jeans, her black boots coming up to her knees and over them at the front, while Chuck was wearing a white shirt and jeans. He was playing on a new swing set, so I decided to make my way into the main room of the house.

And that was where I found young Maisie, sitting at a table and doing her homework. She looked up at me, in my black jumper and pants, gloves and with the stocking pulled down over my head, and whispered “coo – are you a robber?”

Honest – an unusual trait, so I said “yes I am, and I’m going to rob your mummy today. What do you think that means I should do with you?”

Maisie looked at me, and said “I guess you have to tie me up – will you tie Mummy and Chuck up as well?”

“I suppose I will have to – what are you doing?”

“My homework – I need to finish it though, so what are you going to do?”

I smiled as I said “I am going to tie your ankles, and do something that will stop you talking properly, but then you finish your homework before I do anything else, all right?”

She nodded as I looked at her, wearing a pink and white striped dress with Minnie and Mickey Mouse on it, and a pair of black mid-calf leather boots with a fur trim and on the side, before I said “turn round a little and let me see your legs.” As she did this, I slipped my rucksack off, and took a length of rope out, which I doubled over and used to tie her ankles tightly together, taking the rope around and between her ankles. I then tied her legs together below her knees with a second length of rope, before she twisted back round and said “how are you going to stop me talking?”

I took a black scarf from my rucksack, and rolled it into a band, before I said “open as wide as you can, and then you can finish your homework, while I have a look round.”

“Thank you,” Maisie said quietly as I pulled the rolled up silk scarf between her lips, tying t round her head as she closed her lips over it, and then started to write in her book again while I looked round the front room.

“Coo – Mummy, look at Maisie!”

I turned round to see Chuck standing in the room, smiling as Mary came in and said “oh my god – Maisie!”

“Thrsshrhbbhrrhrrhmhm,” Maisie said as she giggled, and then Mary turned slowly and looked at me, holding her son as she did so.

“Hello there,” I said quietly, “as I was saying to Maisie, I’m here to rob you today – but she wanted to finish her homework, and I let her do that. The thing is, I now need to make sure you and young Chuck here cannot raise the alarm.”

“Oh god no,” Mary said as she hugged Chuck, “no, please, not him…”

“Why can’t I be like Maisie, Mummy,” Chuck said as he turned his head and looked at her, “I want to be like her!”

“Chuck, please, it may not be very nice…”

“Maisie seems to like it, and I want the masked man to do it to me as well!”

Mary looked at me, and whispered “no, please…”

“Chuck,” I said as I knelt down and looked at him, “I can’t do exactly what I am going to do to your mummy and sister, but I promise you, you won’t be able to move or speak either, all right?”

“What are you going to do to Mummy,” Chuck said as I stood up and took some rope from my bag. “Let me show you,” I said with a wink as I walked behind Mary, and gently took her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists and then tying them tightly together while Chuck watched, and Maisie kept writing in her book.

“Cool,” Chuck said as I tied the ropes off, and then I used some rope to tie them against her back, taking the cords round her waist. “now, young man, for you I don’t want to hurt your arms, so I want you to cross your wrists in front of you, all right?”

Chuck grinned as he did as I asked, and watched as I tied his wrists together, and then took the rope round his waist so that he could not move them at all.

“What are you going to do next,” Mary whispered – and then she got her answer as she watched me use a longer length of rope to bind Chuck’s arms to his sides, with one band round his stomach and one round his upper arms.

I tied those ropes off, and then tied Mary’s arms to her sides in the same way. “Now, have you finished your work yet Maisie,” I asked as I looked at the table, Maisie smiling over the scarf as she nodded and put her pen down.

“Well, I am going to take your mum and Chuck for a walk upstairs, but that means you have to stay down here,” I said as I lifted her up, Chuck and Mary looking at each other and twisting round as I sat his sister at one end of a long couch. “Bend your legs for me,” I said with a smile, and when Maisie did that I told her to put her hands under her legs, then used some rope to tie her wrists together under her legs. TO complete her binding, I tied her arms to her sides in the same way as her mother the rope rubbing on her bare arms as I did so, and then tied one length of rope from the chest ropes to her legs.

“We’ll be back in a few minutes – and then Chuck and your mum will eb the same as you,” I said with a smile, Maisie nodding as I took the other two up the stairs. “Show me your bedroom,” I said quietly, Mary nodding to one door as I took them in, then helped Chuck to sit on the bed while Mary sat next to her, and I started to search the room.

“Will you make me quiet in the same way as Maisie,” Chuck said as he looked at me. “Not quite, but it will feel like it,” I said with a smile as I put what I had found into my bag, and then took the belt from his father’s dressing gown. “Here we go – open your mouth as wide as you can.”

“Do you really have to do that,” Mary said as she looked at me, but Chuck frowned before he said “I want to be like Maisie!”

“Don’t worry, this won’t hurt,” I said as I gently pulled the belt between his lips, Chuck smiling as he closed his lips over it and I tied the ends at the base of his neck, then tied them down to his chest ropes as well. “Now, I need to make sure Mummy is quiet, and then we can go and join Maisie, all right?”

“Hhllrhhtt,” Chuck mumbled as I took one of his mother’s headscarves, rolled it into a band and tied a knot in the middle, and then pushed that into Mary’s mouth, tying the band round her head. “now then,” I said with a smile, “let’s go back downstairs…”


“Uhrrlhkhnnhw,” Maisie said as we came back in, the other two nodding as I looked at her. “chuck, do you mind if I take care of your mother first,” I said quietly, the young boy shaking his head as Mary sat down, and I used more rope to secure her ankles together, and then her legs below her knees, before she lay on her side and I bent her legs slightly so that Maisie cold stay where she was, using some more rope to secure her ankles to her chest ropes.

“Shtnhcthmh,” Mary mumbled as she looked at Chuck, both of them watching as he sat down and I secured his ankles, then his legs below his knees in the same way. He then lay on his side, smiling over the cotton belt with the darker areas at the side of his lips, and looked at his mother, saying “whrrhhltheshmmnh” as Mary nodded.

“Don’t move,” I said as I went and searched the rest of the house. When I looked back in, Mary and Chuck were talking to each other, Maisie giggling as she twisted round, their boots squeaking as well, so I smiled and left them to make my escape…

[KP Presents]

I recently read on a chat room the story of what happened to one mother when the man they call the Games Player called on her family. Well, that gave me the courage to write down what happened when his female friend called on us, and how surprising it all was to me.

We live near Pinewood on the outskirts of London, where my husband is a screenwriter. It’s an old detached house, and I live there with my children, Tom who was twelve when this happened and April who was eleven. Bill, my husband, was away doing some research for a script on the autumn day this all happened, and I was alone in the house when I heard the knock on the front door.

As it was an autumn day, and I was not expecting anyone, I was casually dressed – an old brown top with a scoop neckline, jeans and black slippers. Back then I had my red hair short and tightly permed, and I remember I had a necklace round my neck. Nothing fancy – just a bead one.

So anyway, I went to answer the knock on the door – Tom and April had gone into the nearby town of Gerard’s Cross to watch a film, and they were due back at about that time, so I figured they had left their keys at home again. So I opened the door and smiled – and then stepped back as the woman who was standing there walked in.

She was also dressed in brown – a leather jacket over a roll neck sweater, leggings and knee length leather boots. But she was also wearing brown leather gloves, and had a stocking pulled down over her head, covering her face as she smiled at me.

“Hello,” she said quietly as she stood there, a gun in her right hand and pointing at me, “Don’t panic, I’m only here to take your valuables, things that can be replaced.” She spoke calmly, never raised her voice, but I knew what she was there to do.

I remember asking “what are you going to do to me,” hoping the kids got delayed, but she waved me into the front room and told me to sit down, as she sat in a chair opposite, and then said four fatal words.

“Where are your children?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Well – I suspect they are about to return from wherever they are, and I also know that you know I will need to stop them raising the alarm as well. Am I wrong in thinking they are due back?”

For a moment, I debated whether or not I should lie, but there was something in the way she was looking at me that told me she was not joking, so I swallowed and said “no – I’m expecting them back any minute. What… What are you going to do to them and me?”

“Keep you quiet, make sure you cannot raise the alarm – but I know a way to make it less scary for them – and for you. We’re going to make a game of it.”

“Make a… Oh my…” I suddenly realised who it was sitting there – I had read of the Games Player, and the rumours there was actually two of them, but now I was looking at the reality – the female one was sitting there in front of me. But at the same time, I did not want to deceive my children.

It was a moot point, anyway – as I heard the front door open and close, and then saw Tom and April come into the front room. Tom had short blonde hair at that time, and was wearing a dark blue hoodie, jeans and black trainers. April had longer blonde hair, cut like a bob, and ha don a striped wool jacket with a wool belt over a grey long sleeved top, and jeans with the legs tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown suede leather cuffed boots.

“Mum,” Tom said quietly as he looked at the masked woman, April looking at the gun, “what’s going on?” I looked at them, and then at her, before I said “listen carefully. This lady is one of the Games Players,” I continued as I looked at her, “and she is going to rob us. She wants us to treat this as a game, however – if we do that, so you promise you will leave us all together in the same place?”

“Of course I will – but I have to tell you now, you won’t be able to move or talk. Does that scare you?”

“A little,” April said, “but I can do this. Can you Tom?”

Her brother nodded as I said “good – I want you both to sit on the couch over there, and all three of you put your hands on your heads until I tell you to move them.”

“Let’s all do this,” I said quietly as I put my hand son my head, both Tom and April going and sitting on the couch as the Player opened the bag she had put on the floor, and removed several lengths of white rope. Looking at me, she said “stand up, and close the curtains over the windows, then sit back down with your feet up on the chair, and don’t move, understand?”

I nodded as I did that, then watched as she held the ropes and stood up, walking over to the children before she said “cross your ankles for me, both of you.” She then knelt down, and double one length of rope over before she wrapped it round April’s ankles and pulled them together, wrapping it round them several more times and then separating the ends before she took them between her legs, and then tied the ends off. When she had finished, I could see the white band, the soft leather compressed under it, as April tried to move her ankles apart and then said “I can’t move them!”

“That’s the idea,” she said, and I saw April giggle as she used a second length of rope to tie her legs together below her knees in the same way. Somehow, treating this as a game was taking all the fear out of it, as I saw Tom watch her binding her sister’s legs, and then his own in the same way.

The Player stood up and smiled at them, then at me as she went back to her bag and picked some more ropes out. Walking back over, she looked at Tom and said “your turn first this time – put your hands together as if you were praying, and hold them out.” I watched, amazed as he calmly did that, and watched her bind her wrists together in the same way as his ankles, then as he lowered them down she tied another length of rope from that to the rope below his knees.

“I really can’t move now Mum,” he said as he wriggled round, and she did the same to April – she even giggled out loud as her wrists were secured to her legs, and she did seem to be enjoying it.

“Now, I’m going to put the television on, and then I am going to take your mother for a walk round the house,” she said as she walked over and turned the large set on, finding the Disney X channel before she said “but I do need to make sure neither of you can call for help. Which reminds me – your mobile phones?”

April and Tom looked at each other, before Tom shrugged and said “in our pockets.” I watched as she found them, and put them in her bag, before she took out form there a wide roll of white tape and tore a strip off. It made a strange, squelchy sound as she did that, and then she looked at both of them before she said “who wants to be first?”

Tom nodded, and I watched as she gently pressed the tape down onto his face, covering his mouth so that I could see the shape of his lips underneath. She then tore a second strip off and smoothed it over April’s mouth, the two of them looking at each other as the Player walked back over to me.

“Shall we,” she said as she picked the bag up, and I stood slowly up, looking at them as I said “are you both going to be all right?” As they nodded, I walked over and kissed them both on the forehead, before I was walked out of the room. I watched as the Player disconnected the phone, and then we went into the downstairs office.

We did the same thing in each room after that – she asked me where any valuables were, and got me to open the safe and strongboxes before I had to sit down with my hands on my head, and watch as she stole our things. After the downstairs office, we went up the stairs and into our bedroom, me sitting on the bed as she took my rings, my earrings, watches, pearls, brooches, and so on…

“Thank you,” she eventually said as she pulled the curtains over those windows as well, “but now it’s time to make sure you cannot raise the alarm. Once I have you secured, I will bring the two kids up to join you.”

“And how are you going to secure me,” I asked quietly, and then I saw the ropes as she took them from her bag.

“Like tom and April – put your hands together in prayer, and hold them up.”

Nodding, I did as she asked, and watched as she bound my wrists tightly together. It was tight, but it didn’t hurt and as not uncomfortable – just very secure as she pulled the rope between my arms to make it even tighter, and then tying a second length round that bit.

“Get comfortable – lie in the centre of the bed, head on your pillows, and put your hands above your head.”

I knew what she was planning to do then – our bed at that time had an iron headstand, and I watched as she took my wrists above my head and tied the ends to the centre of that stand. I knew they were fixed in position then, as she took two more lengths of rope, using one as she crossed my ankles to tie them together, and then the second to hold my legs together below my knees. Finally, she tied some rope form my ankles to the foot of the bed.

As I twisted my legs round, I watched as she then took a small white cloth from her bag, and folded it into as pad. “Open your mouth as wide as you can,” she said as she came over, “and then close your lips together. Once I have finished this, I will go and bring your daughter up first.”

I nodded as I felt the pad on my tongue, tasted the clean cotton before I closed my lips, and she smoothed a longer strip of the white tape over my mouth. IT tugged a little on my skin, but again it didn’t hurt, and it really did keep me quiet.

She looked at me, and then left the room as I wriggled round, trying to talk with little success. A few minutes later, she came back in carrying April in her arms, and laid her down on the right-hand side of me, taking her bound wrists above her head and tying the rope that had gone to her knees to the headstand.

She looked at me and said “hllhhmhmmeee” as the tape moved over her lips as she twisted her legs round while the Player left the room again. She then returned with Tim, laying him down on my other side and securing his wrists to the headstand as well.

“Now, I’m sure someone will come and free you in a little while,” the masked player said as she picked her bag up, and left us in the room. I turned my head, and managed to give both of them a kiss with my taped lips on their heads, as we all heard her leave the house.

“Swhthhrwhghnnhdh,” I mumbled as I looked at Tom and April.

“Whchldtrhhndghtfhrrr,” tom said as he looked up and tried to twist his wrists round, looking to find some way to get at least one free, while April twisted her legs round, and then looked at me.

“Whchnnchlfhrhllpp!”

“Nhtyht, bhtucvhntrdshmfhn.” I looked at April and then rubbed my cheek on the pillow. She watched me for a moment, and then she turned her head and started to do the same. My hope was that she would begin to ease that tape away from her mouth, and she was able to talk, she might be able to do something I could not.

Turning my head to Tom, I said “Whtsshmh” and rubbed my cheek on the pillow again, then smiled as he also started to rub his mouth on the pillow to try and get the tape away. I watched them each in turn, wondering who would be first.

It was April who finally managed to peel the tape away, and then look at me and Tom as she said “do I call for help now Mum?” I shook my head, and then looked up, April following my line of sight and then said “I get it.” You see, she hadn’t tied either April or Tom’s ankles to the foot of the bed, and April was able to slowly push herself up, until she could start to pick on the knot holding my wrists in place on the ironwork…

“Keep going Sis,” Tom said as I turned my head and saw the tape hanging from his cheek – and then we all heard the sound downstairs, before I recognised my neighbour calling out “where is everyone?”

“Upstairs,” Tom called out, “we’ve been robbed and tied up, and Mum is still unable to talk!” I heard the steps coming quickly up the stairs, and then saw Mrs Grimond as she looked in, said “oh my god” and then came over to untie us…



That all happened a month or so ago, and I’ve been talking to my husband, and the children, about what happened – and how we felt about it. And since then, we’ve all been playing some similar games to see how we really feel. Right now, as I type this, Tom and April are lying on their beds in their pyjamas – my husband has tied them both up, and put tape over their mouths, in the same way as the Games Player did. I’m sitting in a chair at the computer, wearing a white nightdress, my ankles and legs tied and my waist tied to the chair, and with tape over my mouth.

And once I’ve typed this, my husband is going to tie my wrists behind the chair and to the chair back, before I try to get free….

[KP Presents]

What’s the longest time I have ever been on a visit to play with a family? Well, there was the time I got stuck in a cellar while the father and son returned, but more recently it would actually be one both Janna and I did on a visit to the US – purely because of the time it took to do certain things, and a certain family practice…

We were in Vermont, and during the week I had been doing some business there, and Janna had been doing some sightseeing – our daughter was at home with my mother – we had also been researching the family of the mayor of the town we were staying in. He lived on a farm on the outskirts of the town, with his wife Polly and their five children – Fourteen year old Hope, Thirteen year old Faith, twelve year old Matthew, ten year old Mark and four year old John.

As you can imagine with names like that, they were pillars of their church and their community. It was on the Sunday morning we attended their church – me in a smart suit, shirt and tie, and Janna in a grey jersey dress with a black blazer over it. It was actually quite a moving service, from what we caught of the message – because our attention was focused on the Green family.

Polly was wearing a long woollen white top with elbow length sleeves, a matching belt tied round her waist, black leggings and over the knee leather boots in a patchwork of bronzed colours. She also had a long red scarf wrapped loosely round her neck, as did Hope, although hers had thin black stripes on white. She was wearing a white sweatshirt, jeans and a pair of brown riding boots, while her younger sister was wearing a green wrap top over a white one, a black knee length skirt, tights and flat shoes.

Their father, Derek Green, was casually dressed, as were the two older boys in blue shirts, blazers and jeans – the boys wearing black jackets, their father a brown one. Finally, John was wearing a dark grey jumper with white stripes, a striped shrit underneath, dark trousers and trainers. All the family had the same strawberry blonde hair as their mother, except for Mark who had dark hair like his father.

When the service came to an end, we watched the family as they climbed into a large SUV, and then headed off. We knew their father had to go into town that day for a meeting, so we spent some time having coffee and talking to the pastor, before we both got into our hire car and drove off.

As we approached the farmhouse, we stopped to add the finishing touches to our outfits for the day – the black leather gloves, and the stocking masks pulled down over our heads – before we parked at the side of the house and made our way round to the front door. I was carrying a holdall with what supplies we had obtained, while Janna had the starting pistol we used to begin with in her hand.

As we made our way quietly into the hallway, we heard footsteps and Polly saying “I’ll call you all up when it is time for dinner.”

“Don’t’ worry Mom, we’re going to keep the boys occupied,” we both heard one of the girls say and then we saw Hope and Faith go through a door and run down some stairs. I looked at Janna, an unconscious decision been made between us, and we made our way slowly along the corridor, and then looked through the door.

There was a set of stairs heading down, and we could hear voices from down the stairs – clear female voices, and not so clear male ones. As we made our way down, we could see the backs of both Faith and Hope as they were kneeling on the floor, and seemed to be doing something.

“You finished little sis,” Faith said as she looked to her right.

“Yeah, I’m down – right you two, scoot back to back, and we can finish getting you both ready.” We stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched as they moved back, smiling as we saw Matthew and Mark scoot round. They were still wearing their jackets, but as they moved we could see the way their wrists were tied behind their backs – and the strips of silver tape over their mouths, as well as the clear signs there was something behind that tape.

“Ghsswwhsthrtwhn…” Mark shook his head, and then glanced to the side, turning his head more slowly when he saw us standing there, Janna putting a gloved finger to her covered mouth.

Faith and Hope had moved to the side now, a fresh length of rope in their hands, as they started to bind the ankles of the two older boys together. We had obviously stumbled across them playing their own game, and the girls were in charge.

“Hfuhbhnnprhctshn,” we heard Matthew say as Hope tied his ankles, taking the rope around and between them, and then looking at her sister and brother. “Hey – what are you looking at bro?”

“Thmmm.”

The two girls stood up and turned round, Matthew saying ”hmhghdd” as he finally realised we were there. “Hello,” I said quietly as Faith and Hope looked at each other, “I see you like to play tie-up games, right?”

“Yes,” Hope said quietly as she looked at us, “but…”

“Okay – first, let’s not do something like call out to your mother and disturb her,” Janna said quietly as she walked towards them. “So let me answer your questions – yes, we are robbers. Yes, we are going to tie you up, and make sure your brothers are really secured. And yes, if you make it a game all of you play, then it can be fun.”

“Dhwhhfachss,” Matthew said as he wriggled round.

“No,” I replied with a smile as I walked forward, and put my bag on the floor before looking at them. The girls had done a very good job of securing both of them at the wrists and ankles, and when I said “is there a cloth in your mouths,” both of the boys nodded.

“Oh god,” Faith finally said, “but John does not play our games, are you going to…”

“Yes we are – but we will talk to your mother about that as well. For now, we need to make sure you four are really secure.”

“So,” Janna said with a smile, “I want both of you to kneel on the floor, put your heads on the cushions of the seat, and cross your wrists behind your back. While I take care of you, my friend here will take care of your brothers.”

I nodded as I took a longer length of rope from the bag, and started to wrap it round Mark’s upper arms and body, while Janna took two shorter lengths of rope and knelt behind the girls, Faith and Hope looking at each other as my wide doubled the first length over and wrapped it around the older girl’s wrists.

Once I had Matthew’s arms secured, I did the same thing to Mark, the two boys grunting slightly as their arms were forced tightly against their sides, but I needed to do something to make sure they could not undo each other’s bonds. So, as Janna doubled over a longer length of rope, and passed it round Faith’s arms and chest, I took a roll of silver tape from the bag and said to the boys “make your hands into fists.” Once they had done that, I covered their fists in the tape as Mark said “Whchnntfhreeeshhfrrnh.”

“That’s the general idea,” I said as I used more rope to secure them together at their waists, and then secured their legs below their knees, the white band visible over their jeans, the legs pulled up slightly as they each looked at their brown shoes with the neat band of white rope over their socks.

“We’re all going to be in a bit of trouble,” Faith said quietly as Janna tied the rope round her arms and body, the two bands framing her chest as her blue top was forced more open than it had been. Hope nodded as she wriggled round, the bands on her chest as her scarf was forced against her.

“Well, I see the boys are going nowhere,” Faith said as they both sat on the floor, watching as I handed Janna two lengths of rope, and then crossed her ankles before I started to bind them together. She watched as I took the rope around and between her ankles, and then used the second length below her knees, while Janna secured her sister in the same way. As Hope tried to move her legs, the leather of her boots squeaked slightly, making the boys giggle as well.

“Look at it this way – all of you can try to escape at the same time,” Janna said with a smile as she pulled the rope between Faith’s legs.

“So, this is what is going to happen,” I said quietly as I looked at all four of them, “My friend here is going to stay down here and keep an eye on all four of you, while I go and see your mother and little brother. When we are finished with what I want to do, I’ll bring them both back down here to join you, and you can try to escape together.”

“But I don’t think we’re going to succeed,” Hope said quietly as she wriggled round.

“True,” Janna said as she took two cotton squares and folded them into wads, “but now we need both you girls to be quiet. Open wide, and then once you’re silenced we’re going to make sure you are even more secure than your brothers.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s obvious you are in charge,” Janna said as she pushed the first cloth into Hope’s open mouth, and I picked up a smaller bag that was within the larger one, leaving them with her as I made my way up the stairs.

As I stepped into the hallway upstairs, I heard a young boy say “why can’t I play those games Mommy?”

“Because you’re not old enough yet,” I heard Polly say as I walked to the kitchen, and stood in the doorway, smiling as I saw her preparing a meal and John drawing on a sheet of paper at the table – at least, until he looked at me, and said quietly “Mommy, who is the masked man?”

“What masked ma…” I smiled as Polly turned and looked at me, letting the tea towel she was holding in her hand drop to the floor as she whispered “oh my god – who are you?”

“Me? I’m the man who has come to help you and your family play a grand game of escape,” I said with a smile, “my friend already has the rest of your family playing in the den downstairs – and, once you have taken me on a tour of your lovely house, you and young John here are going to join them and join in.”

“You… You’re robbing us?”

“I’m playing a game of robbers – you understand, don’t you Mrs Green – or can I call you Polly?”

John had been looking between both of us as we had bene talking, before he said in an excited voice “so I finally get to play as well.”

2No you don’t…”

“Yes he does, Polly – you all need to play,” I said quietly as I looked at her, “so turn the oven off, and dinner is going to be a bit later today. While you do that, young John, I want you to come over here and stand with your back to me.”

Polly looked at me, and then nodded as she said “do as the masked man says John.” She walked to the oven, while I put my smaller bag on the table and opened it, taking out a length of white rope as I said “we’re going to start by tying your wrists together behind your back. Can you put them there for me John?”

“Sure I can Mister Robber,” he said as he put his hands together, watching his mother as I wrapped the doubled over rope round his wrists and secured them tightly, but comfortably together. “That’s tight,” he said as he wriggled his fingers when I had tied the rope ends off.

“But it doesn’t hurt, does it?” As John shook his head, I looked at Polly and said “your turn now, come over here, and put your hands behind your back.”

“He’s only four, do you have to do this to him,” she said quietly as I walked behind her, crossed her wrists and then started to tie them together.

“Well, imagine how he would feel if he was the only one not playing – and besides, it’s important you are all together, and need to figure out how to free each other.”

“Why – what have you done to the others?”

“You’ll see in good time,” I said with a smile as I pulled the rope between her arms and tied the ends off out of reach of her fingers. I then used a longer length to start to fix her arms to her sides, John watching as he said “Mommy, you look very pretty when he does that to you?”

I could see the blush in Polly’s cheek as I tied the ropes round her, framing her chest as I stretched the top she was wearing over it, and then tightened it by taking the rope under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and then under the other. Looking at John, I said “do you want me to do this to you as well?”

Polly was about to say no, and then she saw the grin on her youngest son’s face as he nodded, then stood still as I secured his arms to his sides as well in the same way.

“There – you’re just like your older brothers and sisters now,” I said as I tied the ropes off behind him. “What we’re going to do now is take a walk round the house, while mommy here shows me where she keeps her earrings, her rings and things like that. Then we go to join the others – but before we do that, I need to make sure you cannot call out for help.”

I took out of the bag a small white cloth and folded it, Polly shaking her head and saying “no, please…”

“He will be fine, so long as he stays calm and breathes in and out through his nose – just like you and the others,” I said with a smile, “we found Matthew and Mark already gagged in this way – weren’t they?”

John looked at his mother, who nodded and said “all right” before he opened his mouth and allowed me to put the cloth in, and then cover his mouth with strips of silver tape. “Now, if you will lead the way,” I said as I picked up the bag, Polly walking out first and then John between us as we went from room to room.

“I’ve shown you everything,” Polly eventually said as I put her rings into my bag, “now what?”

“Nhwwuhchnthhlkmhmmee,” John said as the tape crinkled over his mouth.

“Quite right,” I said as I folded a white scarf, “open wide.” As Polly allowed me to gag her, John was twisting round, before I smoothed the silver tape over her mouth and said “right – let’s join the rest of the family, shall we?”

We walked down into the den, Janna smiling as she said “I see you have the others” as we walked in. Faith and Hope were lying on their stomachs on the floor, their ankles pulled back and tied to the ropes round their chests, silver tape over their mouths as well as all four said “whrhhlphlhnn?”

“Htshmmsshh,” Polly said as they walked over to a long couch, John sitting at one end and her at the other as Janna took some ropes. “Ready to have your legs tied,” she said as she looked at John, waiting as he shuffled back and then starting to tie his ankles together as I knelt down and started to bind Polly’s.

When we had finished securing their legs, I helped Ben to lie so that his head was on his mother’s lap, while Janna turned on the television. We then sat and watched for a while as the family tried to twist round, before I said “we’re going to leave when the next film starts. Give us one hour, and then you can try and escape, all right?”

They all nodded as John looked at his mother, and then they started to watch Maleficent as we slipped up the stairs…

We read the news report the next morning – they had waited for the hour, and then tried to escape, but all they managed to do was the two boys finally getting their hands free of the tape by the time their father got home…