“Thank you again for tonight John.”
John shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “Sure thing Mrs. Sweetman, have a great night.”
The couple left, leaving John with a house with two very hyperactive 8 year old twins named Joshua and Kevin. Turning around to look at the boys, he could see they were already looking up at him expectantly. He shook his head. “You can play after you do your homework boys, off you go.”
They looked downcast but trudged off to the kitchen where their homework was. John gave a deep breath before following the boys. He’d been asked to babysit tonight while Mr. and Mrs. Sweetman spent some time out alone and he’d been happy to, the extra money was a huge help and they were paying him well to deal with the boys. It was a challenge he thought he could handle, but he’d find out later tonight. In the meantime, John scrolled through his phone to order a pizza for dinner with money that the Sweetman’s had left behind.
To his surprise, from when he placed the order until the pizza arrived, the boys behaved quite well. They did their work and finished up right as the doorbell rang for their dinner. It almost made him suspicious, given what he had heard about the boys but John pushed it from his mind as they pounced on the pizza like they’d never get another slice in their life. Finally with the pizza done, and their homework done, they wanted to play. “Can we play cops and robbers?” Joshua asked him as John was drying the dishes.
“Cops and robbers?” He asked while looking up. “What would that involve?”
“Well, we’d be robbing a bank here. But uhh, we need you to dress differently.”
John looked down at his black shirt and jeans. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
Kevin poked his head into the room. “We need a damsel! We can get Mia’s clothes for you and you can dress up like a girl!”
Mia was their older sister, around 17 years old John thought he wasn’t really sure. She was away on a trip this week, which was why John got the call to babysit. He shook his head. “I can’t do that boys.” John said as he dried his hands and walked back into the living room. “Not in your sister’s clothes.”
“Awww why not? You have long black hair, you’ll look just like a girl!”
That sentence made his heart speed up a little in his chest but he pushed the feeling back down. “No boys, let’s pick another game.”
“Pleaaaaaaaaase? We really want to play cops and robbers, and we need a hostage!”
“No Kevin, I can’t do that. Dressing up in your sister’s clothes would be weird, and I’m responsible for you two. I can't do that as a hostage.”
Then the phone rang, causing John to hold up a hand to pause the kids nagging when he saw it was their mom. “Hang on, it’s your mom.”
He got the boys off of him long enough to pick up the phone and click it on. “Hi Mrs. Sweetman.”
“Hey John, just wanted to check in on you and the boys with how you were doing.”
“Doing ok, we ordered pizza, they ate, did homework and ouch! Kevin please!”
Kevin had cannonballed himself into John and looked up at the sitter. “Pleaaaaaase.” He begged, trying to do a puppy eyes imitation.
“Wait until I’m off the phone with your mom.” John said before pointing at Joshua. “Don’t you start either.”
Finally with the boys under control he got back on the phone. “Sorry Mrs. Sweetman.”
“No problem John, what is it they want?”
He hesitated. “Errr, they uhh, want to dress me up as a girl for a game.”
Mrs. Sweetman burst out laughing on the other end of the phone. “Well with that long hair I’m sure you could fit the part. Some cops and robbers thing I assume?”
“Y-yeah.” John stuttered. “How’d you know?”
“I played that a lot as a kid too and they get into those games with their sister. Speaking of Mia, she has some older outfits in her wardrobe, the one beside her closet. You can pull something out of there. I can wash it when I’m home later.”
John could feel his pulse quickening a little but forced himself to stay calm especially with the boys standing beside him. “Ok thanks Mrs. Sweetman, have a good time tonight.”
He clicked off the phone and set it back down as the boys looked at him expectedly. He sighed. “Give me a few minutes in your sister’s room and I’ll be ready.”
The boys’ loud cheering followed him all the way up the stairs to Mia’s room, which was an absolute disaster as she had packed for a multi day trip and clearly had some difficulty picking what she wanted to take. Carefully avoiding the shoes scattered across the floor, John opened up the wardrobe Mrs. Sweetman had mentioned and stared inside.
Ten minutes later, Michelle looked at himself in the mirror. Mia’s clothes fit him surprisingly well, as he now wore a white button up shirt with a black blazer over top, a red plaid skirt, thigh high socks, and brown shoes. With his hair tumbling down his back, Michelle turned and really was a pretty convincing schoolgirl. The private school experience he never got, he thought to himself with a laugh before taking a deep breath and walking out of Mia’s room.
The boys were waiting in the living room for him. “Wow…” Joshua says as Michelle walks into the room. “He looks just like a girl.”
Michelle blushed and stood awkwardly in front of them as they stared, feeling a little self conscious about wearing their sister’s things like this. He also noticed the boys had been busy while he was changing, both of the boys were now dressed in black with a pile of rope now on the coffee table. “The perfect hostage you might say.” Kevin said with a grin before pulling a toy pistol out from behind his back. “Put your hands up, miss! This is a robbery!”
Michelle jumped slightly at the shout but went along with it and raised his hands. “Please don’t hurt me.” He said in as timid a voice as he could manage.
The boys were on him quickly. They pulled him down to his knees so he was more their height before his hands were pulled behind him. Joshua crossed his wrists and held them in place while Kevin pushed up the cuffs of the blazer a bit before wrapping Michelle’s wrists with rope. Michelle winced as the rope bit into his skin, but Kevin worked quickly to add vertical wraps to the bindings before knotting it all off. “There.” He said proudly as he stepped back.
Michelle flexed his wrists to test the knots and found them very secure. He definitely wasn’t getting free without help. “Wow, this is pretty tight.” He said as he continued to strain against the unyielding ropes.
Joshua picked up the next coil of rope and kneeled down beside Michelle’s legs, positioning Michelle’s ankles side by side before doubling up the rope in a noose and tightening it to secure the ankles. Michelle bit his lip as the rope sank into the thigh socks, which provided minimum protection from the ropes, and watched as Joshua methodically wrapped and cinched the rope. Now bound hand and foot, Michelle struggled and tried to exaggerate his motions to show the boys what he was doing. However, he soon realized he didn’t need to exaggerate. The knots really were tied tightly and the cinches meant the rope was secured in place with no give and no ability for him to untie himself. “Now to rob the place!” Joshua cheered and the boys tore off, leaving Michelle on the floor struggling in the ropes.
It was so simple yet so effective, much to Michelle’s dismay. Writhing on the ground, the cardigan and shirt rose up a bit forcing him to have to sit up to try and pull it back down with his bound hands. The boys were causing an absolute ruckus throughout the house and Michelle sighed, wondering how much of that would be blamed on him later. After another 15 minutes of struggling, in which Michelle’s face was now red from both exertion and embarrassment, the boys walked back into the room seemingly satisfied with their robbery. “Look, our hostage is trying to get loose!” Kevin exclaimed, seeing as Michelle had struggled across the floor to the other side of the room. “Guess we need to make it more secure.”
“W-what!? No, untie me right now!” Michelle demanded, shocked that they would keep going like this.
It was futile though as the boys gathered more materials from the pile they had gathered and approached Michelle, looming up over his bound body in a very ominous way. “Boys!” Michelle protested as he saw the cloth and duct tape in their hands. “Let me out now!”
“I think our hostage is making too much noise.” Joshua said with a grin. “Time for a gag!”
“No boysmmmmph!!” Michelle cried out as his shouts were interrupted by Kevin stuffing the cloth into his mouth.
It was a washcloth of some sort, thankfully it was clean but now Michelle was chewing on the rag and doing his best to push it back out with his tongue as he heard the dreaded sound of tape ripping. Michelle had almost gotten the cloth out when it was shoved back in by a set of fingers and a strip of duct tape was plastered over his mouth. “MMMMMMPH!” He groaned as more strips followed until the lower half of his face was a solid silver mass.
Working his jaw, Michelle tried to dislodge the tape but there were too many strips and the gag wasn’t going anywhere. Satisfied that their captive was now muzzled, the ropes came back out. Despite Michelle’s struggles, there was nothing he could do as additional ropes were added at the knees and chest, above and below where his breasts would be, to secure his arms against his back.
The boys stepped back again to admire their handiwork, with Kevin wiping some sweat off of his brow. “Wow, she’s a pretty hostage.” He laughed. “But we robbed the bank already. Games?”
His twin nodded. “Games, race you upstairs!”
The boys tore out of the room once again, leaving a helpless Michelle on the ground moaning behind his gag. The new ropes were tied just like the twins’ previous ropes and were just as inescapable. After another 10 minutes of struggling Michelle resigned himself that it would be a very, very long night as the boys played their games upstairs. Then the phone rang.
Michelle jumped in surprise, although roped up he barely moved, and rolled over to look towards the phone, which was up on the tv table well out of his reach. Even if he got into a sitting position, with his arms bound against his back there was no way for him to reach the ropes unless he got up to his feet. By the time he even struggled over into a kneeling position, the phone stopped ringing and he could hear the answering machine picking up. Sighing, he collapsed back down onto his butt and looked at the ropes mournfully. Then the phone beeped again. “Hey John, Mrs. Sweetman calling. I’m sure the boys probably have you busy so no worries that you can’t get to the phone.”
Michelle groaned as he heard who it was. What a call to miss. “I’m calling to just let you know that I’m getting held up, got called to work for something after our date finishes so my husband will be home in about an hour, and I’ll be a few hours later tonight. I know, it sucks, but we’ll compensate you for the extra time as well. Have a good night and I’ll see you next time!”
The phone clicked off with a beep and Michelle wanted to bury himself in the ground. Now he had to get free before Mr. Sweetman came home. Most of the tricks that he knew with ropes and gags turned out to not be very effective. The cinching of the ropes prevented any sort of slipping the hands out, the tapegag proved to be too many layers to scrape off when rubbing against the coffee table or the carpet, and the position of the knots on the leg ropes put them out of reach of his fluttering fingers. Michelle wasn’t sure how much time had passed during the struggles, but he was definitely very worn out now from straining against the ropes as he lay on the floor, breathing heavily through his nose. Straining again at the ropes at his wrists and legs, he finally gave up and just flopped onto the carpet. The ropes were truly tied too well and there wasn’t much he could do right now except rest. Maybe just a short nap. He thought as he closed his eyes.
A rattling roused Michelle, who sleepily wondered what that sound was before his eyes shot open and the front door opened to reveal Mr. Sweetman. Mr. Sweetman was hanging up his coat and hadn’t seen Michelle, who was now scrambling to worm his way back into the living room and hopefully hide but it only bought him a few seconds of time before he heard a voice behind him. “Well, I can’t say I expected to see this.”
Michelle rolled over to see Mr. Sweetman leaning against the door. “Couldn’t handle the boys huh.” He said with a grin, shaking his head. “I did think you had it in you to at least get them to bed on time, but it seems that I’ll have to do it myself. Don’t go anywhere.”
He disappeared and Michelle listened to his footsteps going up the stairs, wondering what was going to happen. The last hour of struggling had not resulted in any progress, and he sincerely doubted that he could get free in the next 10 minutes before Mr. Sweetman came back down.
Time seemed to pass with agonizing slowness until he hear footsteps re-enter the living room and Mr. Sweetman was standing over him. “You know.” He said. “You do look really good like that.”
Michelle wasn’t sure what to make of that, but then Mr. Sweetman bent down and scooped him up, throwing his tall form over his shoulder with his butt sticking up in the air. He let out a yelp of protest that was barely audible past the gag. “Let’s go up to my room, I have a lesson or two to teach you before my wife gets home.” He said with a laugh as he carried Michelle up the stairs to the master bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.