A Day Tied Up part 2

Part two:

…Carol glanced at the clock. It was near 11:30. She'd been bound nearly three hours now. Her gag had gone from annoying to very uncomfortable in that time. The inside of her mouth was dry as a desert and her jaws were beginning to ache from the large knot lodged between her teeth.  

Carol's arms and legs had fallen asleep after being bound so long. Every twitch sent little needles pocking into her extremities. She'd been sitting so long; she could no longer feel her butt at all.

Carol glanced over at her mother. She was dozing a little. The two captives had had little else to do during their captivity. For his part, their captor had sat on his chair as still as his captives, occasionally turning a page of his book or chuckling at some joke in the story.

Carol's stomach growled. It was getting close to lunchtime now. It felt like an eternity since she'd had breakfast. She didn't know what she'd do for a glass of water. Carol grunted into her gag, trying to get her captors attention.

He looked up. "What do you want?" he asked.

Carol grunted into her gag, angrily. "Sorry. You'll need to speak a little clearer?" The man said, chuckling. Carols stomach growled loudly again.

The intruder glanced at the clock. "Huh, guess it's getting close to lunchtime. My how time flies, eh?" He grinned at his two captives. "Hope you don't mind if I help myself to some of your food?" Both women grunted into the gags.

"OK! Ok!" he said, chuckling. "I'll get you two some lunch too."

He walked over to the pantry and opened it. For a few minutes, he looked through it muttering to himself things like: "What is this?...I can't believe they actually eat that…this might do…"

He turned back, now with a can of soup and a pot. Carol watched him busily open the can and start heating the soup, her stomach growling. Finally he finished. The man ladled a generous portion into a bowl and began eating.

Carol and her mother groaned in their gag as the smell of the soup wafted over to them, setting their stomachs growling even fiercer. Had Carol not been gagged with a bandana that soaked up all her saliva, she was sure she would be drooling by now.

Their captor finished his lunch and filled a second bowl. He reached over and ungagged Carol's mother. "Sorry, age before beauty…" he winked at Carol. She groaned, forced to wait another few agonizing minutes, smelling the delicious aroma of the soup.

When it was her turn, she sighed in relief as he untied her gag and pulled out the cloth wadding. She opened and closed her mouth a couple times, trying to work some feeling back into them.

Carol's face blushed with embarrassment as her captor spoon fed her the soup like a baby, but she was too hungry to care, and with her hands bound, the only alternative would have been to try and lap the soup up with her tongue, which would have been even more degrading.

Next, the man took out a glass and filled it with some water to let his captives drink. Carol gulped down her share greedily, grateful for the refreshment after being gagged so long.

With lunch done, the man picked up the women's gags. "Sorry ladies. Time to gag you again." Carol sighed, but she knew arguing would be pointless. Grimly, she opened her mouth to accept the packing and then the knotted bandana. Perhaps because of that, Carol thought he might have tied her gag on a little less tight.
Fortunately, the packing was already wet from being in Carol's mouth, and she'd managed to clear her parched throat with the soup and water, so the gag didn't immediately dry out her mouth like it had before.

His captive's needs taken care of for the moment, the intruder set down again to read his book. Carol groaned softly into her gag as she set down to wait again. On the kitchen wall, the phone began to ring. Carol glanced over at the caller id trying to figure out who was calling, but she couldn't make out the number. It rang for a few minutes, then suddenly cut off, when the caller hung up.  

Half an hour; an hour; passed, slowly for the helpless captives. Soon enough, Carol began feeling the natural consequences of drinking all that water. She squirmed around in her bonds and grunted to get her captors attention.

"HMMPH!"

"What is it?" He asked, looking up from his book.

"MM AFFF Ooh OO Uh EE AFF-UMM!!!" Carol grunted, trying her best to get her point across.

"Alright. Alright." The intruder said. Grumbling, he stood up. He reached into the bag and pulled out his revolver, then walked over to Carol. Tucking the pistol in his pocket, he bent down and untied Carol from the chair.

He helped her stand up. Carol winced a little, as blood rushed back into her legs, which had fallen asleep after being bound so long. The man pulled out his pistol. He turned to Carol's mother. "I'll come back and let you have a chance after she does. Don't try anything while we're gone, or your daughter will suffer for it." He warned. He turned back to Carol. "Same goes for you."

He marched Carol through the hallway to the bathroom. Outside, he pulled out a pocket knife and cut the zip tie binding her hands and undid her gag He stood outside the door while Carol took care of things.     

When Carol came back out, her captor gestured for her to turn to the wall. Carol sighed and turned and crossed her wrists behind her back so he could retie them with a short length of rope. The gag went back in and he marched his captive back to the kitchen.

After re-tying her to the chair, he released Carol's mother and marched her to the bathroom. A few minutes later, the two returned and she allowed him to re-tie her to the chair.

"Now keep quiet and don't bother me." The intruder growled, threateningly before returning to his usual position watching them and reading his book. Suddenly, the door bell rang, then a second time, and a third time. The intruder stood and opened his bag, taking out his pistol, some rope and a few bandanas."Not a word, ladies." He warned, "Or whoever it is there will regret it."   

He stood still for a minute, head cocked to one side, listening for any clue whether the person at the door had left or not. Carol and her mother waited silently too. Unsure whether to hope that whoever was there noticed them and called the police, or left before he ended up in the same mess they were in.

Suddenly Carol heard the door open and someone step inside. She groaned into her gag. There was only one person she knew who would barge into the house like that. Sure enough, she heard her best friend Ashley call out, "Carol! Are you there? I tried to call your cell phone and your house but you didn't pick up! We were supposed to meet today…"

Carol grunted as loudly as she could, trying to warn her friend, no longer caring about her captors warning. She knew she had to warn her friend, before she was captured too.

"Carol? Is that you?" She heard Ashley say and her friends footsteps got louder as she walked to the kitchen. Carol groaned in dismay. Rather than warn off her friend, she'd only succeeded in drawing her friend into their captors trap.
Suddenly, without warning, the intruder slipped, quickly and silently out of the room. A second later, Ashley was suddenly cut off in mid sentence. Carol heard her captor talking. "Not a word, understand?"

Carol squirmed in her bonds, trying to get free, worried for her friend. It was useless, of course. Her bonds were no less inescapable then they were before and she succeeded at nothing more than rubbing her hands and feet raw and coating herself in sweat.

A few minutes later, the intruder reappeared, marching Ashley in front of him. The teenage girl was dressed in a short denim skirt and a t-shirt. Her hands had been bound behind her back and she was gagged like the other two captives were. Her eyes were wide with fear as she took in the spectacle of Carol and her mother as bound and gagged captives.

The intruder shoved Ashley into the kitchen and slid a chair next to Carol. He forced Ashley to sit down and quickly bound her like the others.

Ashley was squirming, desperately trying to get free, scared out of her mind. "Calm down." The man said, holding her down, pinning her in the chair with both hands. "I'm not going to hurt you. Settle down." His soothing tone and words, in sharp contrast to the roughness with which he'd taken Ashley captive not five minutes before, seemed to work, calming Ashley down enough that he was able to finish tying her to the chair.

Carol glanced at her friend, who looked over at her, eyes wide with fear. Carol grunted into her gag in sympathy. Ashley grunted back, whatever she'd been trying to tell her friend muffled into incoherence by her gag.

Suddenly, the intruder turned to Carol. "I think you made a little too much noise back there, trying to warn your friend. I warned you not to try anything."

Carol shivered with fear, trembling under her captor glare. She'd broken the rules and now he was going to punish her. She desperately wanted to run, but bound as she could, she could do little more then sit and take whatever punishment her captor inflicted on her.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you," The man said, walking over to his bag. "To ensure you don't try anything like that again."

Carol's mother suddenly began screaming into her gagged, frightened for her daughter more then she'd been frightened when he'd tied her up. The man suddenly turned around. He raised his hands placating-ly. "Whoa! Whoa! I'm not going to hurt her. I'm just going to make sure she doesn't make any more noise tonight."

He reached into his bag and pulled out what looked to Carol like a rubber ball with several leather straps coming off of it. When he reached behind her head and untied her gag, she suddenly realized he was going to gag her with it.

"Please! I'm sorry! I'm Sorry! You don't have to gag me with that! I'll be quiet!" Carol pleaded when her captor pulled out the wadding.

"Sorry. You already broke the rules once and you've got to be punished. In fact, I think you need something else for this little outburst too."

Carol shut up at once. She'd realized, too late now, that saying anything else would only make things worse. She couldn't talk her way out; she could only take it and try not to make things any worse than they already were.

Carol's captor took out a second bandana and scrunched it around the already sodden packing that had been in Carol's mouth already. "Open up." He ordered.
Glumly, Carol obeyed, not wanting to give him an excuse to make her bondage any worse. He had to push to force all the wadding in, and when he managed it, Carol's mouth bulged like a little chipmunk. Her jaws were stretched as far as they would go.

Next, Carol's captor pushed the rubber ball between Carol's teeth. She groaned as her jaws were forced even further apart. The intruder set to work pulling the straps around Carol's head and buckling them tight. Two went around Carol's jaws, buckling tight behind her head. Two more circled and met at the bridge of her nose, before running over the top of her head and joining with the other two at the bag. Lastly, the final strap ran under Carol's jaw.

Her head was now fully encircled in the leather straps and metal buckles. She grunted in discomfort. The grunt was barely a whisper, silence by her gag. Already, her jaw was beginning to ache from the severe gag. What it would feel like in a couple hours was painful even to contemplate.

"I warned you." Carol's captor said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "If you're good, in an hour or two I'll take that off and put something easier on." He turned back to his own chair, reaching for his book. As he did he muttered to himself "now, if there aren't any other distractions…"

As if on cue, a phone began ringing. The man sighed and reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He flipped it open. "What is it?" he asked. Carol did her best to listen in on the one-sided conversation. She didn't like what she heard.

"…'Delayed'? What do you mean 'delayed'? ...well how much more time do you need…this was supposed to be an easy job, get in, grab it, get out. How could you screw that up?...I don't care what Napoleon said!...So how much longer do I need to keep our guests? That long! Alright, alright fine. But you're going to owe me big for this." With a sigh, he turned to his captives.

"I'm sorry," he said with a shrug. "Looks like you'll have to stay tied up a little longer…"