This story is a fetish bondage story, which includes non-consensual sexual acts. If such things bother you, please don't read it. It is tongue-in-cheek fiction. The author would not wish these things to happen to anyone, male or female, in real life.
Also, please note that no DA members or their OCs were harmed in the writing of this story.
Copyright 2018 Knotty Silk Scarf Productions
Chapter 3 – Where the Heck Am I?
Julie had been awake for hours. She remembered the woman with the large sunglasses and the headscarf. She remembered the pain in the back of her head. The woman must've hit her with something. She vaguely remembered being tied up and hearing people talk. But it was the threat on Maddie's life that she remembered the most. If she reported, what she assumed to be a robbery, before Tuesday morning, Maddie would be killed. Julie wondered if they had kidnapped Maddie. Or had they robbed the boutique? Who robbed a boutique anyway?
Her head was still sore, although thankfully the pounding pain had receded. Now it was just a dull ache. Her body also ached from being in the same position for hours. She was tied up in a ball, with her hands under her knees. But she couldn't move at all, which puzzled her. She seemed to be secured to something above her, but she couldn't figure out what it was and she certainly couldn't reach whatever was holding her there. Julie had heard that some guys got turned on by seeing a woman all tied up and struggling. Well, she was all tied up, but struggling was out of the question. Unfortunately, there were no guys to see her and get turned on, let alone rescue her.
Julie didn't understand why she was wearing a headscarf. She liked to wear them as much as the next girl. They could be very functional and some of them were very pretty. But this one was tied very tightly under her chin, much more tightly than a girl would tie one – and Julie knew some girls who tied headscarves tightly, including herself, if truth be told. The woman who had tied the scarf on her – and it had to be a woman who did it – had also pulled the ends and tied them at the back of her neck - how Grace Kelly sometimes tied her headscarf. It was a way to encase a girl's hair, often used when riding in a convertible. As Julie tried to adjust her position, she could feel that the scarf had been attached to her hair, probably using bobby pins. But why? Then she had figured it out. It would be all but impossible for her to dislodge her gag and blindfold. Damn, they really wanted her to stay like this for a long time.
Julie could tell that her entire head was encased in silk. She liked the feel of silk, but not in this situation. There was a new silk scarf tied over her eyes – probably from the boutique's collection. She could tell by its smell – scarves had a certain clean smell when they were new. After a woman wore them for any length of time, they picked up the scent of the woman – her perfume or perhaps her hairspray. This scarf and the one tightly tied over her mouth were both from the boutique. Julie could also feel the tightly tied scarf between her teeth. It was now soaked, as was the silky wad in her mouth. She suspected that scarf tied in her mouth was the one she had been wearing in her hair. It was designed to keep the wad secured in her mouth, she supposed. The thin silk bit into the corners of her mouth, pulling them back. The large and thick scarf tied over her mouth ensured that she would never make enough noise to alert anyone to her precarious situation.
That is not to say that Julie didn't try screaming. She did. Often. It was a compulsion to try even though she realized it was wasted effort. It was when she tried to scream that she realized that she couldn't hear anything. The bitch had put something in her ears. She couldn't hear the seagulls, which always made a racket during the day. When it was quiet, she should have be able to hear the ocean. But all there was was eerie silence.
Julie had figured out that the silky wad in her mouth was not a silk scarf. Her tongue had explored the wad, more as a compulsion than a designed plan to find out what was actually in her mouth. The fact was that she really didn't want to know what was in her mouth. Whatever it was had a disgusting flavor and she instinctively suspected the source. But her tongue explored. It felt the elastic band and the label. The holes for the legs were also obvious, at least one of them was. And the flavor had to be… No, she didn't want to think about that. She knew that she wasn't wearing any panties, but these weren't her panties. Somehow she just knew that. Did they belong to the woman who hit her? That would be very humiliating, but somehow she doubted that this woman crook would give up a pair of satin panties. Then it dawned on Julie and she almost threw up. They had to be Maddie's panties. She continued to retch until finally she was able to control her reaction. Somehow having her coworker's panties in her mouth was the most humiliating thing she could think of. So what happened to her panties? She retched again, realizing where they probably were. This had to be the woman's doing.
Julie had no idea how long she'd been tied up like this. It must've been hours – many hours. Julie decided that she really didn't like being a damsel in distress. Strangely, it wasn't because of the ropes or gag or even the blindfold or the plugged ears. No, it was because she had to pee, badly. Julie knew she would be fired for sure if she peed on the boutique's carpet. Mrs. Potter, the owner of the boutique and her boss, wouldn't care that she had been bound and gagged for hours, only that she had messed up the boutique.
Chapter 4 – A Diamond in the Rough
Marissa walked from the parking lot to the nondescript building. She punched in the code on what then was a sophisticated lock and turned the door handle. She was supposed to wait for guard to punch in the code, but as a section leader, she knew the access code to the building. Being a section leader meant very little, a little more responsibility, but no additional pay. She was met by one of the two guards, both women. Trudy was assigned the inside duty today. She was likable enough for an overbearing, self-important storm trooper. Trudy punched in the code so the alarm would not go off after 15 seconds. Marissa knew the code, but let the guard do her job.
"Where the hell is Rita?" Trudy asked and Marissa shrugged her shoulders. Apparently, Rita was the outside guard today.
Marissa took off her coat and a hat that she had pinned to her wavy brunette hair. She was in the required clothes – a sleeveless blouse and tight cotton skirt. If the company had their way, the only thing the girls would be allowed to wear would be bras and panties. Marissa put on the required cotton gloves as Trudy ushered her into the work room. There were several other girls there – Marissa was late, as usual. Damn, she hated Mondays, particularly Monday mornings. The only saving grace was that Marissa would get to have lunch with Maddie today, her best friend – they were almost like sisters, in some ways closer than sisters. Of course, Marissa had to beg for her lunch break to be outside the building, but it was worth the groveling.
Marissa looked at the work room. Each workstation had special eyepieces and a microscope. She had been told that the scales at each workstation cost more than what she made in an entire year because of the need for accurate weights. Then there were pans of a girl's best friend, thousands of them. Some were not particularly high quality. In fact, some were considered industrial grade. They had all been sorted in a preliminary manner. It was the girl's task to do the 'final' grading. For those given the top five ratings, Marissa's grading would of course be checked by a man, because those diamonds were the cream of the crop. Some of the stones were probably worth thousands of dollars, Marissa had no idea. The company bosses, all men, like to keep the girls in the dark about the value of the stones. The reason that they had female guards was because each of the eight girls were searched, including their bras and panties, for hidden diamonds that they might try to sneak out of the building. It was a demeaning job, but one that required a lot of skill.
The other part of the job that was demeaning was the pay. If a man had been doing this work, grading diamonds, he would've been paid 10 times what Marissa and her coworkers were paid. Perhaps someday women would get paid the same amount as the man, but Marissa figured that was decades away, if it ever happened. The fact was that the company bosses wanted to make as much profit as possible. Paying a small wage to a woman who needed the job made a lot of sense to them.
Of course, the company was concerned about being robbed. There were thousands of dollars worth of diamonds on the premises. The more expensive stones were In a large vault, which is only open during the day. Inside, there was a silent alarm went to the police. It was armed and disarmed using the same keypad that was used for the door alarm. There was also a large bell on top of the building, which could wake up the dead. It was on a totally different circuit and would trigger even if the main alarm had been termed off, if one of the five panic buttons were hit. The only time the main alarm was turned off was when someone was entering or exiting the building, and then only for 15 seconds. Of course, there were also the armed guards. A male guard was always on duty when the women were not working. During working hours, there was either a male or female guard outside and always a female guard inside. The eight girls that graded the diamonds were constantly being watched. That gave Marissa creepy feeling, but she needed job.
The company's ace in the hole, sort to speak, was that the building was not advertised anyplace. There were no signs on the building. The company was not listed in the phone book and when they hired people, mostly the women, the job applicants didn't know what they were going to do until they were hired. Then they had to sign a nondisclosure agreement, not to talk about the company outside of work. Secrecy was very important to the company. Having said that, most people in the coastal town knew about the company and the diamonds. They knew that the company distributed diamonds to jewelers in California and beyond. Oh, there were other sources of diamonds, of course. But the company kept its costs low enough, with the cheap labor, to make them one of the biggest distributors of diamonds in the country.
As Marissa sat down to start working, she saw that the massive vault was open. One of the bosses had come early this morning to open the large safe. Marissa usually worked on the higher end stones, which made the job somewhat more bearable. She knew more about diamonds than many diamond dealers.
Chapter 5 – All Tied Up and No Place to Go
Margaret and Greg Sims were small time criminals that had figured out how to go to the big time. They both had factory jobs until the plant in their Midwestern to town had closed down. They had come out West with the hope of making a new start. When Greg couldn't find a job and Margaret found that she really didn't want to work 9-to-5, they stumbled onto a new career, as con artists. They found that it was easy to cheat people out of their money because people were greedy. It was easy to use that against them.
They expanded their criminal career when one of their marks, a 41-year-old woman who they were just about to finish scamming, decided to tell them that she was about to call the police. Now normally, a con artist would simply run away. But they had invested a lot of time on this particular scam and Margaret had no intention of leaving empty-handed. She had grabbed the woman, clamping a hand over her mouth while telling Greg to go get the clothesline they had seen by the side door of her house. Within a few minutes, the woman was tied to a chair in her bedroom and she had one of her own headscarves knotted and tied in her mouth. Not only did they ransack the house, Margaret dressed up in the woman's clothes, put on a wig and headscarf, and withdrew most of her money from the bank. She also emptied her safety deposit box of jewelry. All in all, it was a very profitable return on investment, as Margaret put it. The couple had found that tying up women as part of their crimes was both fun and entertaining for them. Greg had a very significant sexual reaction, particularly when he fondled the tied up women. Margaret occasionally let him use one of the women, particularly if they had caused trouble. Not all their crimes involved taking hostages or robbing people directly. They still did scams, which were safer, but not as much fun.
It had been Margaret that found out about the diamond company when she had her hair done at the local hair salon. It was also where she found out about Marissa, who worked there. Now even a con person can't walk up to somebody and get them to reveal sensitive information about the company they work for. Well, that isn't totally true, but to get information like that will require establishing a significant relationship and probably would take a lot of time to cultivate. Margaret was in a hurry. She felt that the opportunity might slip away. If you asked too many questions, you might alert the person that you've targeted or worse yet, that person or one of her friends might alert the police. Greg was more willing to take his time. They didn't have the leverage to force Marissa to give them the information they needed. The young woman had no family in the area, no steady boyfriend or anyone else they could threatened. That was until Margaret heard about Maddie at the salon. Maddie and Marissa were closer than sisters, according to the scuttlebutt. They frequently did things together and often were inseparable, except when they were working at their different jobs. It was Margaret they came up with the plan and so far it had worked brilliantly.
It was now Monday morning – D-Day or as Margaret like to call it, Diamond – Day. Phase 1 of the plan had gone extremely well. They had caught Maddie and her coworker, what was her name? – Oh yeah, Julie, wasn't it? – They had caught Maddie and Julie flat-footed, unprepared to be attacked like they were. They were both easy marks. The boutique was the perfect place to abduct the unsuspecting Maddie. The only one who would miss her would be Marissa. But soon, her dear friend would know exactly where she was. No doubt she had tried to call her last night and been frustrated when the phone just rang and rang. They had their regular Monday lunch so there was no need for Marissa to worry. Today's lunch, Marissa would be served an unexpected course.
She looked down at Maddie, who was quite helpless and going in and out of consciousness. When she was abducted, Maddie was chloroformed. When they got to their seaside hideout, a vacation home which they had crashed, Greg had carried the bound, gagged, and blindfolded Maddie into the bedroom of the beach house. Greg would've used the hapless girl then and several times during the night, if she had been conscious, but Margaret made sure that she was in dreamland much of the time. When she woke up from her chloroform induced sleep early Sunday evening, Margaret had taken her to the toilet so she could relieve herself and had then taken off the gag and had allowed Maddie to indulge in a delicious, but drugged chocolate milkshake. Their young captive hadn't eaten in hours and was famished. Within a few minutes, the hapless girl was delirious, much to Greg's dismay. Of course, he would've used her anyway except Margaret had quickly bound her to the bed.
As Maddie became delirious from the drugged milkshake, Margaret untied her. Her stocking, panty gag had already been removed. Margaret wanted to secure her in a way that she was totally helpless, but first she had to add a couple accessories. She wrung out Julie's panties, which had been used to gag Maddie, and put them on Maddie. It was to discourage Greg from fucking the hapless woman until after the robbery, but also to further intimidate the young woman. They still needed Maddie's cooperation and Margaret feared that if he did more than fondle her, that she would rebel. They needed her submissive, too scared not to do exactly what they told her to do. Fortunately, the sedative would wear off by morning so Maddie could play her bit part in their scheme. After that, Greg could do anything he wanted to her, Margaret didn't care.
Margaret put long, elbow length, pink kit gloves on Maddie's arms. This was not an easy task, but was necessary. Margaret had picked these up at a secondhand store for next to nothing. They were more appropriate for an expensive evening out, but Margaret had a more devious purpose for them. She told Maddie that the reason she was putting them on her arms was to protect her arms from the ropes. It wasn't obvious whether or not Maddie actually understood what her captor was saying. She moaned in response. The real reason for the long gloves was to make it difficult, if not impossible for the young woman to untie any knots she might be able to reach, not that she was going to be able to reach any knots. Margaret believed in taking no chances.
The next thing that Margaret did was to take two of Greg's clean handkerchiefs, wadded one up and stuff it into Maddie's unresisting mouth and to neatly fold the second one, tying it tightly between her lips. She then went and got the Polaroid camera that they had stolen from one of their marks. She slapped Maddie's face a couple times until she opened her eyes and then she took the picture, the flash illuminating the room. Margaret took five pictures before she was satisfied with the look Maddie gave. Margaret set the pictures aside to dry. The pictures were absolutely necessary to convince Marissa to cooperate.
Margaret smiled as she watched Maddie twist and turn as if she was having a nightmare. She took cord and tied Maddie's ankles together, securing them to the end of the bed. She then tied her knees together. Margaret propped Maddie up and tied one of the silk scarves that she had stolen from the boutique over her mouth. The thick silk would not only muffle any noise that she could make, the scarf would prevent Maddie getting rid of the rest of her gags. Next came a silk scarf blindfold tightly knotted at the back of her head. Both the scarf gag and blindfold were knotted and then tied together, the four ends finally tied in the bow. A large clump of putty was put into each of Maddie's ears to prevent her from hearing what Margaret and Greg talked about. A final silk headscarf was tied in place to secure the gag and blindfold, tightly knotted under the chin with the ends brought back tied over the apex of the scarf at the back of Maddie's neck. Like she had done with Julie, the headscarf was secured to Maddie's hair with bobby pins. Maddie's head looked like a artist palette of colors because of the colorful silk scarves used to encase her head. Finally, Maddie's arms were extended above her head and bound at the wrists and elbows. Margaret pulled the hapless girl's arms and secured them to the headboard, stretching her as if she was on the rack. A soft moan came from Maddie's well gagged mouth when she did this.
When Greg reappeared, he was angry at his partner in crime. His manhood was aroused and he was looking forward to taking it out on Maddie. Margaret unbuttoned the captive's blouse and pushed her bra out of the way, inviting Greg to drink in and fondle Maddie's perfectly formed breasts, which he did until he turned his attention to Margaret. Margaret and Greg made love in the bed next to her captive, who was in a dreamlike state unaware of what was going on around her. The two kidnappers made love until they fell asleep.
Margaret was up before Greg on this Monday morning, D-Day. She ran her long nails up Maddie's legs and Maddie squirmed, causing Margaret to laugh. Clearly, the sedative had worn off. Margaret touched Maddie in different places and was always amused when she jumped or squirmed at the unexpected touch. Unfortunately, this game would soon have to and she would have to wake up Greg and get down to business.
Margaret untied Maddie so that she could take her to the bathroom and get her ready for her part in their little melodrama. After that business was done, the woman untied Maddie's hands and forced her to put on a raincoat. Maddie was still blindfolded, gagged, and disoriented. A purse was forced onto her arm. Her hands were tied in front and to her belt. The raincoat was buttoned around the cord that secured her hands to her belt. The fact that her hands were tied would be difficult to see, if not impossible. It would also appear that Maddie was carrying a purse. Margaret then tied Maddie's ankles, a necessary precaution for the time being.
She wrapped the cord under the hapless girl's breasts and secured it to the chair. She wouldn't be able to go anyplace until they wanted her to go someplace. Margaret removed Maddie's headscarf, tossing it over her own shoulders. She untied Maddie's multiple layer gag and extracted the soaked handkerchief in her mouth. Before Maddie could utter a word or scream, Margaret was kissing her full on the mouth, her tongue exploring as she fondled Maddie's well hidden breasts. She disengage from Maddie and immediately stuffed her mouth with a small man's handkerchief. Another small handkerchief was tied between her lips. What it lacked in size, it made up for in tightness, forcing Maddie's lips to wrap around it.
Margaret took off Maddie's scarf blindfold and immediately replaced it with the blackout sunglasses. She used her fingers to dig out the earplugs that had hardened in place. Margaret took the scarf that was around her shoulders and tied it over Maddie's head, knotting it under her chin. It hid the gag perfectly. She then applied several bobby pins so that there was no chance that the hapless girl could shake the headscarf free. Margaret went and got a tube of lipstick. She sat on Maddie's lap, holding her head still and repaired her smeared lipstick.
Margaret got up and smiled. Maddie was now ready for her close-up. They could take her outside and no one would know or even suspect that she was a helpless prisoner. As a precaution, Margaret tied the silk scarf blindfold back in place, over the blackout glasses. She smiled to herself again. Her husband could never prepare a woman for her part like she just did, no man could.
Margaret went to the bed where Greg was sleeping. It was time to wake him up, they had a little time before things were going to get interesting. Margaret and Greg made love.
Chapter 6 – Not a Dream, a Nightmare
For Maddie, everything that happened during the last 12 hours or so was like a dream. She didn't know what was real and what was imagined. At times, she imagined herself bound and gagged on a bed. At other times, she just thought that she was having a nightmare during a normal night's sleep. She would try to toss and turn, but something was restricting her movement and she didn't know what it was. Was she tied up like she imagined in her dream? Or was it just a dream or nightmare? Was she in her own bed or was she someone's captive?
The most disturbing part of her reality, whether it was real or a dream, was the fondling of her breasts. She could feel that and it felt real. It didn't seem like a dream. At first it was clearly a woman's hands that squeezed and rubbed her breasts until her pink nipples were hard like little nuts on her sensitive mounds of flesh. Then it was a man's hands, much rougher. She could feel his unshaven face that felt like sandpaper move her crossed her breasts as he licked and sucked her tender nipples. Maddie screamed her disapproval, but the scream was only in her head. She could hear nothing. Why was that? Had she gone deaf?
In her mind she was expecting the worst. She was expecting to feel him penetrate her. This had to be a prelude to a sexual assault. Hell, it was a sexual assaults already. How could another woman allow this to happen? Or was she dreaming it? It all seemed so real. And then it was over and Maddie drifted off – not to sleep – to unconsciousness.
As the hours went on, her mind would come to the surface, break the water into the air of reality. Those times were fleeting. It was as if her mind was being dragged down under the surface by some underwater monster as she desperately struggled to remain alert and awake, but she always failed. Her mind would go blank once again.
Finally, reality became the norm. Maddie knew that she was bound and gagged. She was on a bed stretched out like she was on a medieval rack. Her head was encased in silk, probably a headscarf. She was blindfolded and she suspected that her ears had been plugged, but she wasn't sure. All she knew was that she couldn't hear anything. She felt hands on her – a woman's hands. They seemed gentle as her legs were untied. The woman helped her up and she realized that she desperately needed to use the toilet. Mandy debated fighting the woman, but saw no benefit in doing so. They could easily control her and they could hurt her if she misbehaved. At the moment, Mandy's life didn't seem to be in danger. She realized that they needed her for something and she was safe until then.
She felt much better after using the toilet, which the woman had to help her with. Then Maddie was surprised when the woman untied her wrists. This would be the time to resist, if she was going to resist, but she didn't. The woman forced her to put on some sort of coat, probably a raincoat. What must've been a purse straps was forced over her arm. Before Maddie could think of a plan to gain her freedom, the woman was wrapping cord around her wrists again. And what did she have on her arms? It felt like long gloves. The only time Maddie had ever worn long gloves was during her senior prom at high school. The gloves were tight and very warm on her arms. She wondered what the purpose of those were. There must've been a reason she was being forced to wear them.
She was quickly tied to a chair. The woman took off the headscarf encasing Maddie's head. Then she went to work on untying the gag. There was a rush of the relief as each layer of the gag was removed and finally the wet handkerchief stuffed in her mouth was pulled out. Maddie coughed and retched as the soaked wad was pulled out of her mouth. She debated screaming for help, but didn't have the strength or the air in her lungs to do so. An instant later she felt a female mouth wrapped around her lips and her tongue forcing its way into her mouth. What the hell was this all about, Maddie wondered. Her mouth was thoroughly explored by the woman as if she was searching for something hidden deep inside. When the woman withdrew, Maddie felt a soft cotton handkerchief being forced into her mouth, stifling any chance of crying out. Then there was what she assumed to be another handkerchief tied tightly between her lips, painfully so. The corners of her mouth were pulled back and her head forced forward as the woman knotted the gag in place.
Suddenly the blindfold was gone and Maddie got a glimpse of a plain room before the blackout sunglasses were forced over her eyes. Then she felt fingers at her ears and for the first time in hours sounds bombarded her. She could hear the ocean, the woman almost giddy with excitement, and a man snoring. There were also cars going back and forth on the road. Maddie wished that she could turn down the volume of the noise that now pounded inside her head, but it was good to hear again. Then she felt the silk scarf being tied over her head, tightly knotted under her chin. She felt bobby pins securing the headscarf to her hair.
"Excellent! No one will see your gag, dear," the woman's voice whispered in her ear, “But I think your lipstick needs a major touch up. I hope you like my color.” The woman sat on Maddie's lap, holding her head, and applied a fresh and thick layer of lipstick to Maddie's lips. The woman got off of Maddie's lap and then Maddie felt another silk scarf being tied over her eyes and the blackout glasses – just as a precaution, Maddie assumed.
Maddie did the required testing of her bonds and gag, but could find no weakness so she sat back to wait for what was going to happen. She had no say at the moment, quite literally, in her own future. She heard the woman wake up the man and then it was obvious that they were having a round of sex. Mandy felt she was dressed like her mother, who liked to wear a raincoat and headscarf when she went out to shop.
Mandy heard the woman tell the man in the throws of sex, "After the bitch does what we need her to do, you can fuck her all you want." That didn't sound good.
Maddie realized that she was living a nightmare.
Chapter 7 – The Early Bird Catches the Damsel
It was about 9 AM when Mrs. Potter arrived at the boutique. She normally did the books and Tuesday, but a friend of hers was coming into town on Tuesday so she decided to her bookkeeping on her day off, Monday.
Mrs. Potter was about 40 years old, relatively short at 5'3", which is why she always wore heels so she looked more like 5'5" tall. She was thin with hair salon styled brunette hair, swept off her forehead in large waves that were piled high in almost a beehive, which again was designed to make her look taller. Her hair extended down to her shoulders. She wore a red silk headscarf, tied under her chin, that matched the skirt, jacket, and shoes she was wearing. The white silk blouse provided the appropriate contrast to the outfit. As she entered the boutique, she pulled off the silk headscarf, neatly folded it, and put it in the red purse she was caring. Even though the boutique was not open on Monday, Mrs. Potter always felt the need to be professionally dressed. She then took off her white cotton gloves and also put those in her purse.
It wasn't until she went into the retail section of the boutique that she realized that something was wrong. The boutique was not as neat as it should be. Most notably, the silk scarves, what was left of them, were on the counter and floor. She noticed that some of the jewelry was also missing. Had Maddie and Julie left the boutique in such disarray? Had they been robbed? There was no signs of a break-in or the girls. Mrs. Potter went to the front door and checked, it was still locked. If those girls had left her boutique in such a mess, there will be hell to pay.
Mrs. Potter went to the back of the boutique and opened the first two doors to the dressing rooms – nothing. She opened the third door and again – nothing, but then she saw it. The corner of silk scarf sticking out from under the bench. She knelt down in a ladylike fashion and glanced under the bench. There was someone under the bench curled up in a ball. Her head was missing – well, not actually missing. There were a bunch of colorful silk scarves, her boutique's silk scarves, wrapped where a person's head should be. To be honest, Mrs. Potter didn't know who was under the bench. She suspected that it was either Maddie or Julie. Rather than trying to get the young woman out from her predicament, she went to the fourth dressing room and checked there – nothing.
Mrs. Potter went to one of the racks and pulled off one of the less expensive raincoats. Going back to the dressing room, she spread the raincoat out on the floor so as not to mar her skirt when kneeling on the floor. When she touched the woman who was all wrapped up, the woman jumped as if she was unaware that anyone was nearby, which caused Mrs. Potter to back away. Mrs. Potter's second attempt to untie the unfortunate creature was less startling. There were some grunts through the gag, but nothing else. Mrs. Potter quickly realized that the easiest way to untie her salesgirl was to first untie the knot holding her to the brace of the bench. Although she broke a nail, Mrs. Potter managed to do this fairly quickly. Grabbing the young woman, she roughly pulled her out from under the bench. The captive was still tied up in a ball with her head covered with silk scarves.
Rather than trying to untie her hands, Mrs. Potter concentrated on the gag and the blindfold. She had no choice, but to untie the headscarf first. She undid the knot at the back of the neck and then under the young woman's chin. She went to pull the scarf off and realized that was still attached to Julie's hair. Mrs. Potter saw that it was Julie for the first time. It was Maddie who was missing. She carefully removed all of the bobby pins, but she was clearly more interested in protecting the expensive scarf than Julie's hair. She gingerly untied the blindfold over Julie's eyes. That scarf would still be salable, Mrs. Potter thought to herself. She carefully folded it, like she had the headscarf.
Julie blinked her eyes and could finally see her rescuer. Mrs. Potter looked more irritated than concerned. She untied the scarf gag, much of it soaked with Julie spittle, and pulled it away, holding it up for inspection. Mrs. Potter said something, but Julie couldn't hear her. She was clearly displeased because that scarf, Maddie's favorite, could no longer be sold. Not only was it wet, but smeared lipstick impressions of Julie's lips were clearly visible. Mrs. Potter said something unladylike and tossed the scarf aside. She almost didn't see the small silk scarf, Julie's headscarf, tightly tied in Julie's mouth the older woman examined it and shook her head. She got up and left for a few seconds and returned with a pair of scissors, a very sharp pair of scissors. Warning Julie not to move, she slid one blade of the scissors between the scarf and Julie skin. It took her several attempts, but finally Mrs. Potter managed to slice the scarf. She pulled it away from Julie's mouth. Julie immediately felt relief, but was pissed that her boss had destroyed her scarf, having made no attempt to untie it.
"It was not a quality scarf, Miss Julie. It had lipstick all over it and was soaked. There was no point trying to save it," Mrs. Potter explained with disdain in her voice, unaware that Julie couldn't hear her. She always wondered why her salesgirls never purchased her high-end scarves.
It was at that point that Mrs. Potter saw that something was stuffed in her salesgirl's mouth. With the tip of her gloved forefinger and thumb, she pulled out the pair of panties, made a disgusted face, and tossed them away. Julie coughed a couple times. Her boss said something to her and she shook her head.
"Can't hear – something in my ears," Julie was finally able to choke out. Mrs. Potter looked in one of her ears and shook her head. She carefully, with her long fingernails, managed to dig the hardened putty out of Julie's left ear. The sounds of the world flooded Julie's hearing, seagulls, cars, people walking, just every imaginable sound flooded her ear. But it was Mrs. Potter's voice that dominated.
"Miss Julie, if this is your idea of some sort of joke, it isn't funny. There must be thousands of dollars a missing or ruined merchandise. Did Miss Maddie do this to you? Did you to get into a fight? You know I'll have to take this out of your paycheck. I'll have to call the police, of course." Mrs. Potter hissed.
"What day is it?" Julie managed to interject.
"You know darn well that it is Monday," Mrs. Potter rolled her eyes.
"We can't call the police until Tuesday. They said they would kill Maddie, if we did," Julie pleaded.
"They who? I'm not going to wait 24 hours to report a robbery. You'll help me do inventory right now and then I'll call the police and have them chase down Maddie, that crook," Mrs. Potter screamed.
"Maddie did not do this. They took her hostage, I think," Julie said as Mrs. Potter simply shook her head, "I have to go to the toilet – badly. I've been tied up for hours. Please untie me I can't hold it much longer." This line of thought finally reached the boss of the boutique. The thought of someone peeing or defecating on the expensive carpet in her boutique made her cringe.
She quickly went to work on the cords binding Julie's wrists under her knees. When those were free, Mrs. Potter saw the cord embedded in Julie's crotch and backed away.
"You can get free from here. I'm going to start the inventory. Hurry up, we don't have a lot of time," Mrs. Potter said as she turned her back on Julie. Julie's arms tingled as circulation was restored. She tried to untie the knots securing her legs, but couldn't make her hands work. She looked down the narrow hallway past the changing rooms to the little room that housed the toilet. Using her arms to propel her, Julie crawled down the hallway as quickly as she could. The situation was desperate and she didn't need to give Mrs. Potter any more reasons to dislike her. When she reached the door to the toilet, she pulled herself up so that she could turn the doorknob. Relief was only a few seconds away.
10 minutes later, Julie emerged, unbound, from the small room housing the toilet. She felt like a new woman and she was very hungry, but right now she couldn't think about that. She had to convince Mrs. Potter not call the police, but how.
"Miss Julie, about time you returned to your job. You know my feeling about employees loitering in the restroom. Go around and pick up all those silk scarves. I can only hope that a few of them can be saved. For some reason, that is what Maddie seems to have taken the most of. I could tell that that girl was infatuated with those expensive silk scarves, she seemed to be the fondling them every chance she got," Mrs. Potter was now sitting at the table where she did the books in an uncomfortable wooden straight-backed chair. Mrs. Potter didn't believe in comfort because that would slow you down from completing your tasks.
Julie walked around and picked up all the scarves that were on the floor. For all of the scarves that had been used on her and probably on Maddie, there were still quite a few scarves and almost none in the display case. She was very concerned for Maddie. Would these people really kill her if their crime was reported before Tuesday? She couldn't take that chance. Besides she had an idea how to find the couple, who had taken Maddie. Somehow she had to stop Mrs. Potter from calling the police. Then she looked at all the scarves in her hands and draped over her neck.
It was an impulsive decision, probably a stupid idea. Still, Julie couldn't take a chance with Maddie's life. Between her two hands was a beautiful scarf, cream colored with a mountain scene on it. It was nice and thick. The scarf was already folded into a triangle. Julie folded it down into a band. She had never done this to anyone and she knew she would only have one chance. Julie took a deep breath, standing directly behind her boss. Julie swung the scarf over Mrs. Potter's head so that landed directly over her mouth. At first, her boss didn't understand what was happening. Julie pulled the ends behind her boss' head and tied a half knot. Mrs. Potter screamed into her gag, but not much noise got through the 12 layers of thick silk that encased her lower face. Julie pulled the ends of the scarf with all her might causing her boss to grunt. Julie knew from experience that took a while for a scarf to lose its tightness when tied with a half knot. She put her finger in the middle of it and finished the tie with a perfect square knot. Mrs. Potter looked back at her with daggers in her eyes, if looks could kill.
Mrs. Potter pulled her right hand up to grab the gagging scarf, but Julie caught it pulled it down to the armrests of the chair and wrapped another scarf around her her wrist and the chair. The older woman tried to pull herself out of the chair and was using her left fist to hit Julie. There was no power behind her repeated blows, but Julie had to stop her from getting out of the chair or grabbing hold of her gag. The salesgirl pivoted around and sat on Mrs. Potter's lap, forcing her back into the chair. The two women were face-to-face as Julie grabbed her bosses left arm and wrapped another scarf around it, securing it to the left arm rest. Julie stood up and looked at Mrs. Potter.
"I'm really sorry I have to do this to you, but it is important – Maddie's life is at stake – it is important that we not notified the police until tomorrow," Julie said as she twirled another silk square into a silk rope. She bent down and forced Mrs. Potter's right leg off the floor and tied it above the floor to the leg of the chair. She then did the same thing with Mrs. Potter's left leg. Mrs. Potter swore and cursed at her former salesgirl, but only grunts got past the gag. Julie took her time tying the remaining scarves so that her former boss couldn't move. Each knee was tied to the chair, as was Mrs. Potter's waist. Scarves were tied securing her elbows to the armrests. And finally, a scarf was looped around Mrs. Potter's neck and secured to the back of the chair, preventing her from leaning forward.
There was one problem, however. Most of the scarf bindings were hidden from anyone looking in the front window, because Mrs. Potter was behind the counter. However, Mrs. Potter's head and her colorful gag were in plain view. Julie could almost see a smile on Mrs. Potter's face. Someone would look in, see her plight and would call the police. People did look in at the clothing in the window and Mrs. Potter would be an obvious sight beyond those display clothes. Julie pondered what she could do about this problem. She thought about dragging the chair into the back, but that would be very difficult. She thought about lowering the chair to the floor and thus, out of sight, but she worried that would make it easier for Mrs. Potter to get free. And then she remembered it and ran back to the dressing room.
She returned with the boutique's scarf that had been tied over her mouth, the scarf that Maddie loved. The scarf soaked in Julie spittle, at least near where her mouth had been, that now sported very distinct lipstick stains. She shook out the scarf, which was still folded in a triangle, and carefully placed it over Mrs. Potter's head. Her former boss shook her head and try to avoid what she knew was coming. She was going to be forced to wear a headscarf to hide the fact that she was gagged. But there was nothing she could do. Julie easily brought the ends under her chin and tied the half knot. She pulled the ends of the scarf tight resulting in a verbal acknowledgment by Mrs. Potter. She then tied a perfect square knot under the woman's chin, finishing off with a neat little bow. Mrs. Potter growled under her gag. Julie took three bobby pins and secured the headscarf to Mrs. Potter's hair. There would be no way for her former boss to shake the headscarf off and from the outside, shaking her head would simply look like she was having a conversation with an unseen person.
Julie checked the orientation of the chair to ensure that no one looking in the windows could actually see that the older woman was bound and gagged. Satisfied, Julie headed out the back of the boutique. She had an idea how to find the couple that had kidnapped Maddie. If she turned out to be correct, she would call the police herself so that Maddie could be rescued.
To Be Continued...