“Smile!”

Monica laughed, raising her arms over her head in a pose as her sister Helena snapped a few more pictures of her. The sisters were taking advantage of the light snow falling outside, dressing up for an impromptu photoshoot on their front porch. Monica was dressed in knee high black leather boots, red stockings, a short sleeved gray dress and a long camel-coloured coat over it all.

Helena herself was dressed in lug soled black leather ankle boots with a tall block heel that did boost her height over her sister along with tight dark jeans, a maroon turtleneck sweater, black suede coat and a red scarf around her neck.

With their parents out at a dinner, the girls had gotten bored of watching movies and decided that now might be a good time to test out Helena’s new phone camera. The two Chinese girls had been taking pictures for a while, with Helena being the model first and then swapping roles, before they were distracted by a van pulling into their driveway and a man in a dark coat got out of the driver’s seat. “Were we expecting anyone tonight?” Monica asked.

“Not that mom and dad told me about.” Helena answered before the man stopped a few meters away.

“Scuse me.” He said in a quiet voice. “Are your parents home? I was supposed to talk to them about the fence.”

One of their fences had been knocked down in a windstorm a couple of months ago but neither girl had heard anything about it getting fixed in the winter. The sisters looked at each other. “Sorry no, can we take a message?” Helena asked.

“It’s ok. Actually, I’ll be taking a few things if you don’t mind.” He said, his hand emerging from his pocket holding a pistol. “Not a word from either of you.”

The eyes on both girls popped open as the weapon came out and they froze in place. “Hand me that phone, now.”

Wordlessly, Helena handed him her phone before taking a step back. “W-what do you want with us?” She asked, her voice catching in her throat as she stared at the gun in his hand.

“I want you both to shut your mouths and go back inside the house. No sudden moves.”

To emphasize his point, he stepped up behind Helena as she turned around, pushing the gun into her back. It prevented the girls from being able to slam the door shut on him as they went back into their house. Glancing around to make sure no one had witnessed them, he forced the girls inside and into their living room. “Coats off.” He instructed, waiting as the two girls shrugged out of their long coats and tossed them onto the couch.

He took a moment to admire their outfits. Helena’s turtleneck stretched over her chest and was very form fitting, but his eyes were drawn more to Monica’s short sleeved dress and the black leather boots. They seemed like sweet, wholesome girls. He almost felt bad doing this to them. Almost. Pulling out a roll of duct tape, he tossed it onto the couch beside them. “Tie her up.” He said, pointing at Helena.

Helena had a horrified look on her face. “No way! We’ll be good and won’t get in your way, you have a gun!”

“That I do.” The robber retorted. “But this is much more fun and makes sure that you’ll be staying out of my way.”

Helena held his gaze for about five seconds before she crumbled. “Fine.” She mumbled before picking up the tape roll.

“I’m sorry Monica.” Helena whispered as she pulled the end of the tape roll off and gathered her younger sister’s wrists behind her.

To her credit, Monica barely flinched as the tape was pressed down onto one wrist before being wound around and around to pin her wrists behind her back. “Make it tight, or I’ll be the one doing it.” The robber said.

The threat of the man’s hands on her sister seemed to be enough as Helena jumped slightly before continuing to wind the tape another 3 times before ripping it off and smoothing the end down. Monica pulled experimentally at her bonds but the tape held firm. “Now her legs, tape her ankles and knees.”

Helena knelt down to wrap tape around her sister’s booted ankles. The leather squeaked as Monica twisted her legs, her boots rubbing against each other. More tape was wound around her knees over her stockings, which gave her some protection but would probably ruin them when the tape came off. Although at the moment the pair had more pressing concerns than ruined stockings.

She stood back up beside her bound sister, giving the robber an apprehensive look as he tossed a rag onto the couch beside her. “Stuff that in her mouth to gag her.”

“I’m not putting that in her mouth!” Helena exclaimed as she looked at the rag.

“It’s either that, or you take your panties off and stuff those in her mouth instead. Your choice.”

Helena’s face flushed red and she gulped. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered.

Monica nodded before silently opening her mouth and accepting the rag. “Wrap tape around her head to seal it in.”

Helena could tell he was enjoying this and it disgusted her but she had no choice as she haphazardly wrapped tape around her sisters head, sealing her mouth shut with the rag inside. “Not too shabby.” He said as he inspected Monica’s bonds as she stared at him with wide eyes over her tapegag. “Now it’s your turn.”

Helena glared at him before handing the tape roll over and turning around to place her hands behind her back. She gasped as he gripped her wrists in his gloved hands before wrapping them in tape. It was far tighter than what she had applied to Monica, who sat on the couch watching nervously as Helena was bound. Helena was very thankful for her sweater, as it gave her a layer of protection from the tape as he kept winding it around and around until he was satisfied and tore it off the roll.

From there he moved quickly. Her ankles were bound just above her boots and then again at her knees over her jeans. Knowing what was coming next, she glumly opened her mouth to allow him to stuff a rag into her mouth before he began wrapping tape around her head, tight enough that she felt like her head was being held in a vise. Giving an experimental mmph, she realized how effective the rag in her mouth was at shutting her up.

To her surprise, the robber didn’t stop there. Pulling off a long strand from the roll, he started winding it around her upper body, wrapping above and below her breasts and pinning her arms against her back for additional security. More than once, his hands brushed over her breasts which were now thrust outwards from the way her arms were bound, causing muffled noises of outrage to emerge from behind her gag. He then turned his attention back to Monica and applied the same upper body bindings to her despite Helena’s attempts to force him off of her sister but soon the two were helplessly bound and gagged on the couch. He took a step back to admire his handiwork as the two girls glared at him over shiny bands of silver tape.

“All nicely packaged up. Thank you very much for your cooperation, however it may have been forced.” He said with a laugh as he pulled out the gun and held it out in front of them.

To their horror, they both realized that it was simply a wooden carving of a gun and not a real weapon. He laughed at their expressions. “Rather convincing isn’t it.” He taunted. “Easy enough to fool you girls, that's for sure.

He stepped back. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back soon after I finish looting the place.”

As the robber disappeared upstairs, he did not realize that he had made some critical errors in this robbery. First was revealing the weapon that he held was not real, although he was busy gloating over the pretty girls that he now had bound and gagged to really think straight. The second was not doing enough research on his targets. If he had looked them up, he would have found out that both girls were nationally ranked in Taekwondo and were more than capable of taking him on without a weapon.

While he was busy up in the master bedroom, the two girls had begun struggling furiously against the tape bonds. Helena was determined to protect her sister, not that she really needed protection as she was fully capable herself, but being taped up and held at the mercy of a robber was an outrage to her. Monica meanwhile had a lightbulb moment and soon pushed herself off the couch to hop over to the nearby coffee table. Helena stared in confusion as her sister awkwardly contorted herself to be able to use her hands to shove wrapping paper off of the table, revealing a pair of scissors underneath.

Carefully picking them up, Monica hopped back to the couch where Helena sat and tried to indicate for her to turn around. It took a bit of time with their muffled communication, but soon they were positioned back to back as Monica maneuvered the scissors to cut her sister’s bonds. Working blind definitely had its drawbacks, as Helena let out a yelp as the scissors stabbed into her hands and Monica gave a muffled apology.

After a couple minutes of careful snipping, Monica was able to successfully cut through Helena’s wrist bonds, freeing her up to turn around and take the scissors to start cutting through the tape binding her sister. With their arms and legs free once again, the two sisters stood and began peeling off the layers of tape gagging them, wincing as the adhesive pulled on their hair. Finally, they were able to spit out the rags, now soaked in their saliva. “Bleh.” Monica complained. “Now what, we call the cops?”

“Yeah, but I also would like a little payback.”

Monica could see the fire in her sister’s eyes and grinned as well. “Sounds good. Here’s what we can do.”

A few minutes later, the robber came back down the stairs with a duffle bag of goodies over his shoulder, dropping it off at the front door, and he re-entered the living room. “Well girls…”

His voice trailed off as he stared at the discarded duct tape strewn across the floor and the couch, and caused him to pause long enough for Helena to unload a vicious kick into his face. The toe of her boot connected solidly with his nose, breaking it and causing him to stumble backwards as Helena advanced. Her eyes were a lot different now, fiery and determined, compared to the submissive girl that he had seen earlier when he had tied them up. Disoriented from his broken nose which was now streaming blood, he was unable to dodge or block properly as she continued to unload high kicks against him.

Instead, he tried to turn to run and found his way to the front door blocked by Monica, who now had a smile on his face. The robber began to panic, searching for a way out and there was nothing for him to grab to use as a weapon close to him. Instead, Monica waded in with a series of kicks and punches refined after years as a black belt, finally ending with the soles of her boots connecting underneath his chin in a high kick. The robber was lifted off of his feet and landed heavily on the staircase, groaning as he could feel bruises all over his body, along with a couple of broken ribs and who knew what else. The two girls stood over him. “Feel better?” Monica asked her sister.

“Oh yeah.” Helena answered as she rubbed her wrists and kicked him again for good measure.

The robber was practically sobbing on the ground now. “Now we can call the cops, I don’t think he’s going anywhere. If he moves, kick him in the ribs again.” Helena suggested as she frisked him for her phone and dialed 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hi.” She said as she walked back towards the kitchen. “My sister and I may have beaten up a robber in our house…”