Synopsis: a pair of sisters wait in her mother's lawyer's office, to be read her last will. However, this testament will requiere a predicament they didn't expect to face.

It was a Friday evening when sisters Maeve and Janice Fortwell gathered in her mother’s lawyer’s office. They had received the terrible news of their mother Yvonne’s passing due to a traffic accident, so they were there to listen to her last will.

Maeve was the young one. She was a vital twenty-nine year-old blonde with blue eyes. Janice was two years older than Maeve, brunette with her hair cut médium-length and blue eyes. Both women had lived over her biggest expectations, being spoiled by their mother since a very young age.

And now, here they were, about to receive a significant amount, since Yvonne had gathered a really nice wealth.

“So, first of all, I’m really sorry for your loss, misses Fortwell” Mrs. Daemon, Yvonne’s lawyer began. “As for your mother’s last will, Yvonne recorded a video in case the worst thing happened. So, here it comes”.

Mrs. Daemon inserted a disc inside a DVD device and the TV showed their mother’s image.

“Well, darlings. If you’re watching this is because I’m gone, so you’ll be on your own from now on. I’ll begin by saying I’m sorry. I’ve failed in educating you. I’ve spoiled two rich kids that were supposed to be women by now” both sisters looked at each other and rolled their eyes. “That’s why I’ve made a decision. I’ve decided to leave my fortune, which raises to 1,000,000 dollars for charity. That way, maybe you’ll get to make something of your own, without my umbrella to cover you”.

“WHAT!!” Maeve exclaimed.

“So she’ll leave us with nothing?” Janice protested.

“The video keeps playing, ladies” Mrs. Daemon observed.

“I guess you’ll be bitching by now, maybe even insulting me. But there’s a way you can get what you think you deserve. Bad news, only one of you may make it. In order to push off your limits and prove you’re willing to make an effort to achieve what you want, what I propose you is an escape challenge”.

Again, Maeve and Janice exchanged their glances.

“Mrs. Daemon here will bind you to a pair of chairs. Ankles, calves, knees, thighs waist, wrists, breasts, elbows. Then, she’ll gag you two, and I mean REALLY gag you. You two will be completely trussed up to the chairs and unable to utter a sound. So, to keep this simple and make it quick. First one to escape, gets my fortune. In case you two don’t want to participate in this little game, charity will be glad. And in case ONE of you don’t desire to go through this, the other one gets it all. So, game on, honeys”.

With that, the video stopped.

Both women remained silent, unable to find the words to describe their feelings. Finally, Janice spoke up.

“Did she go crazy? I won’t let you tie me up at all!! Like… what the fuck?”

“I’m willing to do so” Maeve stated. “I guess that means I get it all, right?”

“Over my dead body” she killed her sister with her look.

The silence filled the room as the two sisters kept holding their glances. Finally, it was Mrs. Daemon who took the word.

“So… I’m taking you’re going to accept the challenge?”

“Yes” Maeve said, keeping her eyes in her sister’s face.

“Indeed we are” Janice agreed.

“Fantastic. So, if you two sit still, we’ll be finished son enough”.

Mrs. Daemon searched in one of her desk drawers and took several coils of rope, some sponges and various rolls of tape, apart from some scarves.

“Shall we begin?”

Mrs. Daemon’s question hung in the air like a challenge, breaking the tension. Janice looked at her sister, her eyes narrowed.

“Fine,” Janice said through gritted teeth. “But you know you can’t win, right?”

Maeve smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

Mrs. Daemon, unfazed by the sibling rivalry, began to tie Janice first. She started with her ankles, securing them tightly together and to the chair legs. The sound of the rope tightening echoed in the room, a stark reminder of the bizarre situation they were in. Janice squirmed and grunted as the rope dug into her skin, but she remained defiant. The lawyer moved up to her calves, then her knees.

Maeve watched, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She had never been in such a physically vulnerable position before, but the allure of the prize was too strong to back down. The thought of being the one to escape and claim their mother's fortune filled her with determination.

Next, Mrs. Daemon bound Janice's wrists behind her back and connected them to the chair with more rope. Janice took a deep breath, feeling the constriction around her chest as her arms were drawn back and secured to the chair. The tension was palpable as Mrs. Daemon wrapped ropes around her elbows and then her breasts, tying them off with a knot that was tight.

Maeve felt a strange thrill at the sight of her sister's struggle. It was as if their mother had orchestrated this moment to teach them a lesson they would never forget. She was crazy!

“Are you chickening out, Maeve?” Janice teased witnessing her sister’s nervousness.

“Not even in your best dreams”.

“So, can I tie you up then?”

“Sure… why not” replied Maeve, doing her best for hiding her anxiety.

Soon, the youngest of the sisters found herself as tightly bound as Janice. Ankles, calves, knees, thighs, waist, wrists, elbows and breasts of both sisters were soon completely bound and tied to their chairs.

“I guess it’s gagging time!”

“Can’t we… like skip this part?”

“Yes… I don’t want to be gagged”.

“As you wish… but it’s part of your mother’s demands. You have to be bound and gagged. Remember?”

They sighed but finally agreed, so Mrs. Daeson took two sponges and approached Janice.

“Open up, Janice” she obeyed. “I think one isn’t enough, don’t you think?”

“Mphhhh” she protested, her words partially muffled by the sponge.

Mrs. Daemon nodded with a hint of a devilish smile.

“Hold still now.”

She took another sponge and pushed it inside Janice’s mouth, filling it until it bulged uncomfortably. Janice’s eyes watered as she tried to adjust to the invasive sensation. Then, she took the duct tape and wrapped it around Janice’s head, securing the sponge in place. The sound of the tape being pulled from the roll seemed louder than ever, sending a shiver down Maeve’s spine.

Maeve couldn’t help but giggle at Janice’s plight, watching as her sister’s cheeks bulged like a chipmunk’s. However, her amusement was short-lived as she realized that she would be receiving the same treatment. She felt a knot of nerves coil in her stomach as Mrs. Daemon approached her with another pair of sponges.

"Ready??"

"Oh, come on. Two of them, really?"

"Hey, I don't see you sister complaining".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Mrs. Daemon proceeded to give Maeve the same treatment as Janice, inserting the sponges in her mouth and wrapping her head with the duct tape. Maeve felt the same sense of claustrophobia and discomfort, her mouth suddenly filled with the unyielding foam and unable to speak or protest.

Once the gag was securely in place, Mrs. Daemon took out two scarves. She placed the first scarf over Janice’s mouth, tying it tightly around her head. It was a simple knot that could be easily loosened if she needed to remove the sponges. Then, she took the second scarf and folded it in half before placing it over Janice’s mouth and nose, creating an OTN gag. She tied it at the back of Janice’s head, the fabric pressing down on the sponges and ensuring absolute silence. Janice’s eyes grew wide with surprise and a hint of fear as she realized the severity of the situation. She repeated the process on Maeve.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Both sisters protested under their gags, but it was too late now.

"There's an extra step that your mother asked me. She told me to put another video when you were in this situation".

The TV turned on again and their mother's image appeared once more, but this time she was in the same room where they were. However, she wasn't in the luxurious chair that the lawyer had used to record the will. Instead, she was sitting in a chair that looked suspiciously similar to the ones they were now bound to. She was tightly secured with ropes, just like Maeve and Janice were tied up right now.

“Hello, my lovely daughters. If you’re watching this, it means you’re both ready to play the game. But before you start, I wanted to add one final twist" she winked. "If I manage to escape from my binds before one of you do, the charity wins, and you get nothing. I know, what a twist, right?"

"MPhhhhhh?"

"Now, Mrs. Daemon, if you please".

Then Mrs. Daemon appears on screen, and Yvonne happily receives the same gag her daughters did. When the two sponges, the tape wrap gag and the two scarves were settled, Mrs. Daemon left the screen.

"Well now. Best of lucks to you all. May the best win".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" both girls yelled in unison.

Mrs. Daemon stood up from her chair, looking at them with a mix of pity and amusement. She grabbed her briefcase and headed for the door.

"I'll leave you to it, girls. Remember, the clock is ticking. Good luck!" she said, a hint of a chuckle in her voice as she closed the door behind her.

The click of the lock was a stark reminder of their predicament.

The TV flickered as the video continued playing. Yvonne’s image remained unflappable, her own struggle mirroring theirs. She wiggled in the chair, her bound body moving in a silent dance of frustration and determination. Her eyes, filled with mischief and love, seemed to watch them from beyond the screen, willing them to understand the lesson she had set forth.

She was a rather attractive woman to be in her fifties. Long, blond hair and a nice figure, she fought her ropes while her daughters did the same thing.

Janice squirmed and pulled against her binds, her eyes fixed on the TV. The ropes tightened around her, biting into her skin as she worked to loosen them. Maeve, on the other hand, took a more methodical approach. She started by focusing on her wrists, twisting and turning them, trying to find any slack. She watched her mother's progress on the screen, her own struggle a silent echo of Yvonne's.

The minutes ticked by, and both sisters grew more desperate. Janice’s face grew red with effort, while Maeve’s eyes darted back and forth between her own bonds and their mother’s.

Yvonne’s movements grew more erratic. She was clearly getting nowhere with her escape. Maeve felt a twinge of hope; maybe she could beat her mother’s challenge. She began to work her legs, stretching and flexing them, trying to find a way to free herself from the ropes. Janice, seeing Maeve’s renewed effort, redoubled her own, her eyes never leaving the screen.

...

After some time, Mrs. Daemon came back.

"How you doing, ladies?" she asked, a hint of mocking in her voice.

"MPHHHHHHHHH" both sisters moaned in unison, while Yvonne kept struggling against her bindings on screen.

"Well I don't think you'll get to see your mother getting out of her bindings".

"Mphhh?" they asked.

"Come in".

Mrs. Daemon stepped aside, and Yvonne got into the office, hopping, in a tight bondage.

Her legs were completely bound with rope, and so her upper body.  Ropes were encircling her chest in a tight frame. She had been gagged too, just like in the video, a couple of scarves surrounding her head over a massive amount of tape.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHH" she yelled.

"Your mother had quite the sense of humor, don't you think? She knew you'd both fall for this ridiculous challenge."

Both Janice and Maeve stared at her in horror as the implication sank in.

"Your mother had no intention of giving the money to charity... or you. This was all a ruse to keep you two busy while she and I could spend her money and have some fun overseas," Mrs. Daemon revealed, her eyes glinting with greed. "And as for the escape challenge, it was just a little game to test your greed and your ability to follow instructions. You see, she knew you would be so eager to get your hands on her fortune that you would do anything she asked. And she was right."

"MPHHHHHHHHHH" Yvonne protested, although her guilty eyes revealed the lawyer was telling the truth.

"But she didn't expect me to betray her," Mrs. Daemon continued, "She thought I was just in on the joke. But when she told me about her plan to leave you both nothing, I saw an opportunity. So, I made sure she had an 'accident' of her own."

She pushed Yvonne so she fell into the carpet.

Maeve and Janice could not believe it. Their mother had done all of this to them? And Mrs. Daemon had gone along with it, only to betray their mother in the end?

Maeve's eyes narrowed with rage. She began to thrash in the chair, trying to kick Mrs. Daemon with her bound legs. Janice felt the same fury, but she was more calculated in her movements, working on the ropes around her wrists with renewed vigor.

“Now, now, don’t be hasty. I’m afraid I can’t let you go. You see, I’ve got plans for this money. And I can’t have you running around, telling tales of your mother’s last will and testament. That would be such a buzzkill, wouldn’t it?”

Their mother’s gagged protests grew more frantic.

"However, before I leave you, I'll think your dear mother here is not completely secured".

"MPHHHHHHHHHH" Yvonne groaned furiously.

Mrs. Daemon took a couple of ropes and approached Yvonne, who was still on the floor. She grabbed Yvonne's ankles, one at a time, and began to pull them up towards her elbows, stretching her legs into an uncomfortable position. The older woman squirmed and writhed, trying to resist the tugging, but her efforts were futile.

Maeve and Janice watched in horror as their mother's legs were bent back and her ankles were secured tightly to her elbows, her body contorted into a strict hogtie. The ropes dug into her skin, leaving red marks where they bit into her flesh. Yvonne's eyes were wide with fear, her breathing quick and shallow through her gag.

"Now, that's more like it," Mrs. Daemon said with satisfaction, admiring her handiwork. "But, only for you to see that I actually appreciated our time together, I'll leave you a little present".

Mrs. Daemon walked over to Yvonne and, with a disturbing smile, began to lift up her leather skirt, revealing her mother’s thighs. With swift, precise movements, Mrs. Daemon took a piece of rope and wrapped it around Yvonne’s waist, pulling it tight until it dug into her skin. She threaded the rope between her legs and pulled it up back to her waist, cinching it tight. The sound of rope against leather was a sickening soundtrack to their mother’s muffled whimpers.

The crotchrope was drawn snugly, the tension visible in Yvonne’s face as she squirmed and tried to resist the humiliating addition to her bondage. However, it indeed turned her on.

“Mphh, mphh, mphh!” Yvonne’s protests grew more frantic as Mrs. Daemon finished her work, looping the rope around her waist and between her legs multiple times, creating a tight, constricting web of rope that left her squirming in a mix of pain and arousal.

Maeve and Janice watched, their eyes wide with horror and disbelief. They had never seen their mother in such a vulnerable state before. The room was thick with the tension of their mother’s silent screams and the stark reality of their own situation. They couldn't even feel happy with the realization that her mother was alive, considering their current situation.

Mrs. Daemon stepped back from Yvonne, admiring her handiwork.

"Goodbye, Yvonne. Have fun with your daughters," she said with a wink, and then turned to the two bound sisters. "And as for you two, I hope you learn something from this. Maybe a little humility, or the value of hard work. But, I doubt it," she added with a laugh.

With that, Mrs. Daemon grabbed her briefcase and strode towards the door. She paused to wave at them, her smile never faltering. The door closed with a finality that sent a cold shiver down Janice's spine. They heard the lock click into place, leaving them in the silence of the room with only the muffled sounds of their mother’s protests and their own breathing to keep them company.

Maeve and Janice were left to process the betrayal, their eyes wide with shock. They looked at each other, then back at their mother, who was now fully bound and gagged on the floor.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

They kept protesting as they realized there were no escape for them. At least, not a soon one.