This story is a fetish bondage story, which includes both consensual and 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.
Copyright 2019 Knotty Silk Scarf Productions
September 25, 1953
Chapter 1 – Bad Decisions
Susie Reynolds pushed the red and white checkered silk scarf off of her brunette, shoulder-length hair and let it slide onto her shoulders. She pulled it tight so that it became a neck scarf. Susie saw her husband's car there. That meant that the PIs that she had hired were correct. Her husband had a mistress. He had also been systematically transferring money out of their joint savings account. Something that had happened slowly at first, but had been accelerating more recently. Her husband, Dan, had always taken care of the expenses, so it was just by chance that Susie realized what was going on. Now she was here to confront him and his mistress.
The PIs that Susie had hired, Angela Morris and Wendy Larson, had warned her against a confrontation. They had told her that her husband might get violent and recommended that if she was determined to confront him that they should go with her. But Susie had a stubborn streak. She had been married to her husband for seven years, and she knew him well enough to know that he would not hurt her. Still, to be on the safe side, Susie had left a message with the receptionist at the PIs' office, someone named Patsy. It was also a Friday afternoon, and there were lots of people out on the street, including a child's birthday party across the street. Susie wanted to make sure that people knew that she had gone to Dan's mistress' house.
Finally, Susie got up her nerve, getting out of the car which was parked across the street from the address that the PIs a given her. She wore a cream-colored silk blouse with little red roses on it. The skirt was cotton with the same red color as the roses on her blouse. Susie also wore red heels and matching red cotton gloves. Because of the cold weather, the angry young woman also wore a light beige raincoat.
Susie had to wait for a couple of cars to go past before she crossed the street. The last thing she wanted to do was to be hit by a car because she was blinded with anger. Susie took a deep breath and walked with determined strides directly up to the front door. She rang the doorbell and waited. Susie rang the doorbell again. She was expecting that her husband was trying to hide, but she knew he was in the house.
The door opened, and there stood the mistress. She was perhaps a couple of years younger than Susie. Other than that, she was about Susie's height and close to her body type, thin and modestly endowed. She also had brunette hair, which Susie knew that Dan preferred.
"Mrs. Reynolds, we've been expecting you. Dan said that you would pay a visit. Please come in," the woman stood aside as Susie entered the house, "My name is Betty Parker, the future Mrs. Reynolds. Dan will be out in a minute. He predicted that you would come in confront me. It makes everything so much easier." This bitch was too relaxed, too certain of herself, Susie thought to herself. In contrast, Susie was about to explode in anger. Her face was crimson.
"You're awfully sure of yourself, Miss Parker," Susie hissed, "You know that Dan will get nothing in the divorce. Susie saw her husband come out of a room down the hall.
"Hi, hon. There's not going to be a divorce," Dan said with a smile. Susie walked past the Parker woman until she was face-to-face with her husband. He was a small man, not much taller than she was.
"What you mean there isn't going to be a divorce?" Susie asked, clearly puzzled.
"There is no need for divorce if you simply disappear, hon," Dan gave a broad smile.
"People know that I came here. I told the private investigators that I hired, Angela Morris and Wendy Larson. They warned me not to come here, but they know that I did come. You do anything to me, they'll make sure that you pay for it," Susie said out of desperation, realizing that she had made a significant miscalculation, perhaps a fatal mistake.
"You told a couple of PI broads? I didn't even know they allowed girls to become PIs. I hope you didn't pay them too much because no girl PI is a match for Betty or me," Dan laughed.
The blow to the back of her head took Susie entirely by surprise. She fell forward into Dan's arms. Betty Parker was lightly slapping the blackjack against her left hand, contemplating another blow to Susie's head. Dan's expression showed concern.
"Did you have to hit her that hard? You could have killed her," Dan hissed.
"Well, that is what we're going to do ultimately, isn't it?" Betty said waving off his complaint.
"I thought we were going to chloroform her?" Dan asked as he dragged the limp body of his wife into the spare bedroom, throwing her onto the bed.
"Better let me strip her. This requires a feminine touch. You're too much of a brute to do it without damaging her clothes," Betty said, "I'm not quite sure how long the bitch will be out so we had better gag her real good just in case she comes around before we can tie her up." She pulled one of Dan's handkerchiefs from her skirt pocket. Betty flipped open the handkerchief, wadding it up into a ball. Using her left hand, she forced Susie's limp mouth open and began packing the cotton wad into her mouth with her right hand. Susie moaned as Dan used one of his folded handkerchiefs, tying it tightly between his wife's lips.
Betty began by taking Susie's raincoat off of her. She had to pull each of Susie's arms out of the coat. Manipulating an unconscious body, 115 pounds of dead weight, was taking more effort than Betty had expected. She finally allowed Dan to assist, under her direction.
Betty carefully unbuttoned Susie's silk blouse. Dan lifted Susie so that Betty could remove Susie's arms from her top. She unknotted the scarf around Susie's neck. Betty got up and hung the blouse on a hanger and draped the headscarf over her chair.
"Now let's take off her bra," Betty said with a smile as her hands massaged Susie's breasts through her lacy bra.
"You don't need her bra to dress up like her. Not that I'm objecting. Susie has very enticing breasts. Not as good as yours, of course," Dan said realizing that he'd almost put his foot in his mouth. He lifted up Susie and Betty unhooked her bra in the back. She watched Dan's reaction as she pulled away the sexy bra revealing two perfectly formed breasts with pink nipples. Dan managed to display a poker face, but the response in his pants told a different story. He was still turned on by his wife, particularly when she was out cold and helpless. Betty ignored him and put the bra over a chair.
"It's going to be a turn on to feel as much like her as possible. Wearing her undergarments, as well as her other clothes, is going to make me hot and very horny," Betty said with a smile, "We had better tie her hands and secure her to the bed before she wakes up. I think she should experience the rest of her disrobing while she's awake."
Dan pulled Susie entirely up onto the bed. Betty pulled her hands in front, taking off her rings and bracelets, and crossed her rival's hands, watching Dan wrapped cord between and around the thin wrists. Susie's wrists above her head and secured to the metal headboard. Betty grabbed an extended length of rope, which the two wrapped around Betty's waist a couple of times. They tied the two ends to either side of the bed frame, further securing the hapless woman to the bed. They left enough slack so that Susie could be lifted a small distance above the bed. This was to accommodate Dan's desire to have sex with his soon-to-be ex-wife for the last time.
Moans announced that Susie was waking up from the blow on her head. Betty had already taken off all of her clothes, including her jewelry. She had put on Susie's bra, which was slightly on the small side. Next to come was Susie's blouse, which she carefully buttoned up. Betty ran her hands up and down the silk blouse taking in the erotic feeling of wearing it. She didn't have a silk blouse in her wardrobe. Perhaps she would keep this one, she thought. Betty turned her attention back to the bed where Dan was fondling his wife's breasts. Those ivory mounds had turned a light shade of pink from the rough fondling Dan was giving her. Susie's nipples were now hard little rocks threatening to pop out of their skin covering. The site of what Dan was doing to his wife made Betty wet. She really hated the bitch.
Susie was now fully awake and alert, despite the pounding headache from the blow to her head. She was shaking her head and trying to make noise through her well-gagged mouth. She was pulling at the bonds that secured her hands to the headboard. Susie was squirming, trying to kick Dan with her spike point heels. Dan had positioned himself between her legs preventing Susie from kicking him, but seeing Betty was ready to continue Susie striptease he moved off to the side. Each of the captors grabbed one of her legs. Betty unbuckled the straps on Susie's left shoe, removing it and placing it on the floor next to the bed. She went under Susie's skirt and half slip, disconnecting the stockings from the garter belt. Betty took her time rolling the stockings off of Susie's squirming leg. Dan switched sides with his mistress allowing Betty to perform the same procedure on Susie's right leg.
Dan grabbed both of Susie's legs, immobilizing them and Betty unbuttoned and unzipped Susie's skirt, which was quickly pulled down Susie's legs and off. Betty admired the skirt for a few seconds and then tossed it over the back of a chair. She then pulled off the silk half slip, which was only held in place by an elastic band. She caressed the silk slip and rubbed it against her cheek, finally tossing it on the chair. Betty held Susie's legs and gave Dan the honor of pulling Susie's satin panties off of her butt, down her squirming legs and giving them to his mistress. Susie's eyes were wild as she realized what was happening. Betty removed the garter.
Susie watched as Betty put on the garter and slipped into her satin panties. The mistress rubbed her crotch when they were in place delighting in the erotic feel. Satin panties were always too expensive for Betty. Then she sat down on the bed next to Susie and began rolling the stockings onto her legs. Dan took off his pants and shorts, his manhood clearly excited. This was the way it used to be when he used his wife. Too bad the magic had left their love life, Dan thought as he entered his wife. He began to ram her slowly, back and forth and moving around.
Betty didn't mind if he got his rocks off with his wife. Soon Susie would be a faint memory, and Betty would have Dan all to herself. After the stockings, Betty put on the half slip, which she adored. She then wiggled into the skirt, which fit like a glove. The mistress had to sit down to put on the heels, which were slightly too large, but manageable. Betty sat in front of the dresser and put on the wig that matched Susie's hairstyle in color. She put on the raincoat and buttoned it up. She also put on the red cotton gloves so she wouldn't leave fingerprints. As a final touch, Betty tossed Susie's scarf over her head, positioned it and knotted it under her chin. It was precisely how Susie wore a headscarf.
"What do you think?" Betty's question was not directed to Dan, who was in mid thrust but at Susie. Betty saw Susie's eyes tried to focus on her, a difficult task when a man was using the woman as thoroughly as Dan was using Susie. Susie's eyes locked on her and the realization that she was looking at a carbon copy of herself flooded her face. Susie screamed into her gag, not because of Dan's thrusts, but because of the realization that she had been replaced by a double.
"I'm glad you approve," Betty said to Susie and then to Dan, "Take a break, big guy. You can have her all to yourself in a few minutes. Right now Susie and I have some girl-to-girl business to take care of." Dan swore but got off of Susie. Betty crawled onto the bed, straddling their captive, and pushed her skirt up to her waist, and pulled the satin panties off of her butt.
"Now bitch, you are going to make me cum, or I will smother you to death right here and now. The choice is yours. Consider this the transfer of the title of Mrs. Dan Reynolds from you to me. Betty pulled a handkerchief gag over Betty's lips with some effort and pulled out the cotton wad in her mouth. Before Susie could utter a sound, Betty covered her mouth and nose with her crotch. As disgusting as it was, Susie felt that she had no choice but to satisfied this woman. The thought of giving this bitch or any other woman pleasure in this manner made her sick to her stomach. Although she had never done this before, Susie knew the sensitive portions of her own body and began to lick those areas on Betty. She was almost overcome with the smell of this woman in heat. And the taste of the woman's love sauce made her retch, but she continued on concentrating on the woman's clit. That was where she got the most significant reaction. There was urgency in what Susie was doing because the woman was really suffocating her. She couldn't breathe.
Betty shifted her position allowing Susie to take a breath before her air supply was cut off once again. Finally, she felt her captor stiffen and stifle a cry. Betty lifted herself off of Susie, clamping her gloved hand over Susie's mouth. She took the damp wadded up handkerchief and cleaned herself before stuffing it back into Betty's mouth. She pulled the other handkerchief back over her captive's mouth, securing the gag. Betty got off of Susie and began to straighten up her clothes. Dan was already back on top of Susie, pumping away. Betty looked at herself in the mirror approvingly. Her little fling with Susie hadn't done any damage, fortunately.
"Have fun, dear. Don't forget to meet me at the airport in a couple hours." Dan nodded as he stifled a cry, as he came.
Betty picked up Susie's purse and walked out her front door. As she walked toward Susie's car, she stopped to check something. Betty wanted to make sure that several people saw her leave. She could see a couple heads turn, one was a man who was admiring her body and the other was a woman who was the street's busybody. Betty smiled to herself. She got in Susie's car and drove away.
Chapter 2 – An Offer She Couldn't Refuse
Dixie Tucker got off the bus and began walking the two blocks to her low-income apartment building. Her last two years she and her daughter had been living in a one-bedroom apartment. Dixie had been working as a maid for the Thorton family in the upscale part of the city. She could barely make ends meet on the salary they paid, but her employment options were limited. Black maids made considerably less than white maids. Even if she changed employers, her salary would remain about the same.
Dixie was 35 years old. She had had her daughter when she was only 17 years old. The father had vanished when he knew that he had fathered a child. Dixie was still quite good looking and being a maid had helped keep her body well toned. Her shoulder length black hair was periodically straightened, and she wore curlers almost every night to conform with the accepted white hairstyles, which were expected of all maids. Tonight Dixie was wearing a cloth jacket over the dress she had worn to work. The Thorton's owned the maid uniforms, and Dixie was expected to change into and out of the uniform when she came to work and left her job. There were a total of three maids that work for the family. The upstairs maid, the downstairs maid, and then there was Dixie. Dixie cooked all the meals, did all the grocery shopping, and often accompanied Mrs. Thorton and/or her daughter, Pamela, shopping. Dixie worked longer hours than the other two maids, but she also made more money.
Dixie was aware of the woman walking fast behind her. The woman was wearing a dark raincoat and what looked like a black headscarf tied under her chin. To her surprise, the woman did not pass her. She slowed up, and suddenly Dixie felt something pressed into her back. She had no doubt that it was a gun.
"Not a sound, Miss Tucker. I will shoot you if you scream," the woman hissed in her ear as she grabbed Dixie's handbag.
"Child, if you be robbing me, Y'all will be very disappointed," Dixie whispered, wondering how the woman knew her name.
"This is not a robbery. It is a proposition. Carefully move over to that area away from the streetlights," the woman behind her hissed. Dixie did as she was told, not daring to look back. The two women were now in an area that was in deep shadow.
"Take off your headscarf and tie it over your eyes," the woman hissed, "Excellent. Now put your hands behind your back." Dixie did as she was told. She felt cord being wrapped around her wrists. Why was she being tied up, she wondered. This whole sequence of events frightened her. What was this proposition and why did she have to be tied up to hear it.
"What is going…mmmpppff," Dixie started to whisper as she felt a cloth being tied over her mouth. She instinctively stopped talking. Apparently, the woman was not going to answer her question anyway. Dixie heard the sounds of the woman taking off her headscarf. The movement of silk, particularly heavy silk, made a faint whooshing sound when quickly taken off a woman's head. It was one of those sounds that a woman recognized without even thinking about it. What was the woman going to do with the headscarf, Dixie wondered.
Dixie almost jumped when the scarf was laid over her head, and the woman pulled the ends under her chin and knotted them. Was she trying to make the blindfold and gag less visible? Dixie didn't have time to ponder why she was wearing this woman's headscarf. The frightened woman heard a car pull up and the woman hustled Dixie to the vehicle. Dixie felt a hand on her head as she was pushed onto the backseat of the car. She heard the car door slam behind her. The woman who had abducted her apparently gotten the front seat of the vehicle, as the car pulled away from the curb.
"Miss Tucker, I'm sure you're quite scared at the moment," a male voice said in a reassuring tone, "I assure you that you are in no danger from us. In fact, we need your assistance for a little plan of ours to work. You see we intend to rob your employer in a couple of nights. No one will be harmed, just quietly detained for a few hours. We need you to help us get in by leaving the main gate open. We'll meet you there at the usual time that you leave, and you will lead us into the main house." Dixie shook her head no. She might've been poor, but she had never done anything illegal. And while her employers didn't pay her much, they had always treated her fairly.
"I don't think you understand, Miss Tucker. You don't have a choice in the matter. You will help us, and you won't tell anybody about our little meeting tonight. If you try to warn anybody about our little caper, well let's just say that your pretty daughter will pay the price. But we don't expect you to help us for nothing," the man said as he stuffed some money inside her blouse. Unknown to Dixie, the woman who had brought her to the car was making clay imprints of her keys to her apartment, just in case, they needed to visit Dixie's daughter. The woman then reached over the front seat, untied her black headscarf, and pulled it off Dixie's head.
The car stopped, and the woman got out of the front passenger seat. She opened the back seat door and pulled Dixie out of the car. She untied her hands, put Dixie's handbag back in Dixie's hands, and got back in the car.
"Don't untie the blindfold or the gag until we leave," the man hissed at Dixie, "Remember, Miss Tucker, day after tomorrow. Don't disappoint us or your daughter will pay!" Dixie heard the car speed away. It took her a few seconds to untie her own headscarf and remove it from her eyes so she could see, but there was nothing to see; the car was gone. They left her about a block from her apartment in dark shadows, where the streetlights didn't penetrate. Dixie tried to pull the handkerchief off of her mouth but found that was bound too tightly. She had to take off her cotton gloves and picked at the knot with her fingernails until it finally came loose. Dixie pulled the handkerchief away from her mouth and saw a perfect rendering of her lips in red lipstick on the gag. She had freshened her lipstick just before she had left work. Dixie pulled the money out of her blouse and saw that it was $100 – a small fortune to Dixie. She was trembling as she headed for her apartment.
"Daddy, you told a fib to that Dixie woman. When not just going to rob the place, we're going to kidnap that rich bitch's daughter, aren't we?" The young woman asked as she retied her black silk headscarf in place again. The man nodded. She slid down to the floor of the backseat of the car and unbuckled and unzipped the man's pants. She took his manhood out of his pants and wrapped her red lips around it. The driver of the car glanced over her shoulder. She was also wearing a black headscarf.
"Daddy, may I satisfy you when we get back?" The driver asked as she licked her lips.
"Of course, Daughter #2," the man they called Daddy responded as he closed his eyes, moaning softly. Neither young woman was actually the man's daughter. He had a small cult of mostly women, and they all called him 'Daddy.' The only man in the cult was his own brother.
Chapter 3 – A Short Long Trip
Betty had never actually been in Dan's house before. He had described the layout. But being in someone else's house gave Betty the creeps. Still, she had a job to do. She didn't act like a thief, even though that was what she was. She acted like the lady of the house. Betty made sure that she was seen going into the house. Actually, she made sure that Susie was seen.
She found the suitcases in the closet where Dan said they would be. Betty packed a large one with the types of things that Susie would take if she were going on a long trip. Clothes, lingerie, makeup, toiletries, and a couple of pairs of shoes. In a smaller bag, Betty packed what she would actually need - a change of clothes. She added a couple of silk blouses and several pairs of satin panties. Might as well enrich her own closet, Betty thought.
Betty went to the kitchen and placed the typewritten note that explained that Susie had gone on a trip to Los Angeles to visit friends. Susie didn't know when she would return. Of course, in reality, Susie would never return because she would never actually be on the airplane to Los Angeles. Betty put the two suitcases in the trunk of the car and drove toward the airport.
Betty parked in the long-term parking lot at the airport and walked the half mile to the terminal. Before she went up to the ticket counter, she took off the raincoat, folded it, and managed to fit it into the large suitcase. Betty had already called in a one-way reservation on the flight leaving to Los Angeles. She paid cash for her ticket and had the large bag checked. When no one came to pick up the bag, it would be delivered to the address on the name tag – a homeless shelter in Los Angeles. Dixie's bag would disappear forever.
Susie would also disappear, right at the airport. The airline only counted passengers. They didn't know which passengers actually boarded the airplane. All they would know was that they were one passenger short.
Betty went into the ladies room and found a larger stall. She took off Susie's outer clothes, including her headscarf. She also took off the wig she had been wearing. Betty put on the clothes from the smaller suitcase, which included a black dress, black pumps, a white sweater, and a white silk scarf. She left the stall and stopped at the mirror. Betty unfolded the silk scarf and refolded it into a triangle. She carefully placed the headscarf over her head, obscuring most of her hair, wrapped it under her chin and knotted the ends at the back of her neck. It was how some famous actresses wore their headscarves and Betty had just put on the performance of her life. She was breathing heavily with excitement. With the sweater over her shoulders, Betty left the airport terminal, trying not to walk too fast. She found Dan exactly where they had agreed to meet. She got in her car, which Dan was driving, and they quickly left the airport.
"Tell me about Susie," Betty said with a smile. Dan turned to look at her with a big smile on his face.
"She's sleeping like a baby. Chloroform will do that to you," Dan said chuckling.
"I hope you've had your fill of her. I want you to be concentrating on me and my body, understand? I let you have one last fling with her, but that is it. Got it?" Betty said as her smile turned serious.
"Betty honey, I do believe you're jealous. The bitch was bound to a bed and gagged. I doubt that it was any fun for her," Dan hissed back.
Chapter 4 – Not Everything Is As It Seems
When Angela Morris and Wendy Larson returned to the Winston building from their self-defense class, it was dark outside. Their intention was merely to check for any messages and to go home. It had been a long day and adding an hour of physical activity at the end made it an exhausting day. They had assumed that Patsy had gone home to her intended, Joe, at least a couple hours ago.
They were surprised to see that the office lights were still on and the telephone ringing. Wendy unlocked the door, and they both went into the office. Angela answered the phone.
"It's Joe. He's wondering where Patsy's at. She hasn't come home yet," Angela told Wendy.
"Tell Joe that she is working late and she is fine. She'll be home soon," Wendy replied and then broke out laughing. Angela relayed the message and then came to her office to see what Wendy was looking at. Angela broke out laughing as well.
On Angela's desk was a book entitled, "Getting Out Of Tough Situations." The book was open to the chapter entitled, "If You Ever Get Tied up and Gagged." On the floor, looking very embarrassed, was Patsy. Her blouse was disheveled from her struggling, and her skirt was riding up high so that her panties were visible. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and there was a cord leading to her bound ankles, which were wrapped in rope. She was quite helpless. There was a large handkerchief tied over her mouth and a wet spot in the middle of it.
"Should we untie her? She looks so cute like that, and she is quiet for a change," Wendy said with a grin, "We could tell Joe to come and pick her up." Patsy shook her head and grunted through her gag.
"Maybe we should leave her here overnight. It might teach her a lesson," Angela said laughing as Patsy growled angerly beneath her gag, "On the other hand, perhaps we had better release her. We don't want to lose a receptionist. Angela bent down and untied the handkerchief over Patsy's mouth. She was surprised to find another wadded up handkerchief, which was soaked in Patsy spittle, packed into her small mouth. She used her glove covered fingers to work the wad out of Patsy's mouth and tossed it aside. Wendy went to her desk and got a handcuff key. She released Patsy's wrists.
"Please, don't tell Joe. I was…" Patsy began, and Angela put up her hand.
"You were trying to learn how to escape when tied up, except you used handcuffs instead of rope on your wrists. When you realized you couldn't get free, you tried to get the key which was placed just out of your reach, and somehow the key got lost. That about right? Why did you stuff your mouth?" Angela asked with a smile on her face.
"I wanted to be as realistic as possible. The old handkerchief over the mouth trick doesn't work unless another handkerchief is packed in the mouth, right?" Patsy said as both Angela and Wendy rolled their eyes.
"Next time you want to try getting free make sure that one of us is around. If we hadn't come back to the office, you might have spent a long time tied up and gagged," Angela said.
"And either of us would be happy to tie you up nice and tight and gag you. It would be our pleasure," Wendy smiled. Patsy gave her a dirty look.
"So any messages before you found yourself bound and gagged?" Angela asked.
"You are not going to let me live this down, are you?" Patsy said as she got up and went to her desk.
"Not a chance!" Angela and Wendy said in unison. Patsy frowned as she looked through the papers on her desk.
"Here it is – Mrs. Susie Reynolds called to say that she was going to go and confront her husband's mistress. I told her that she shouldn't do that and should wait for you, but she had insisted that she had to do it now while she had the nerve," Patsy said with a worried look on her face, "There was no way to reach you." Patsy then dialed a phone number, and there was no answer at Susie Reynolds' residence. She shook her head.
"Wendy and I will go to Mrs. Reynolds house to verify that she isn't there. Will call you from there," Angela said as she got her gun from her desk. Wendy did the same, and they left the building running.
Chapter 5 – Don't Wall Me In
Betty ran her hand down Susie's naked body, making spirals on her breasts. She continued down to the hapless woman's twat, ramming two fingers into Susie's love hole. There was little or no reaction from Susie, who had been well used by her husband. Her naked breasts heaved in anticipation of being murdered. Betty puffed on her cigarette and blew the smoke into Susie's face.
"How much longer?" Betty hissed, as she impatiently walked around the improvised room.
"I'm almost done tying the bitch, and then I just have to finish walling her off," Dan said as he wrapped a cord around the beam and Susie's ankles. The helpless woman was bound in a standing position to the pole. She was not only tied to the beam, but also to several metal stakes that were pounded into either side of the pole. The stakes would prevent Susie's body from sagging against the ropes and perhaps loosen her bindings. Dan had tied his wife at the neck, tightly, but not enough to strangle her. She was bound above and below her breasts, at her waist, above and below her knees, and finally, at her ankles. Her arms had been forced behind the beam and roped at the wrists. Dan had also tied a rope between her elbows and had pulled it is tight as he could, forcing them painfully against the beam.
Betty had gotten great pleasure gagging her rival. Susie had been well gagged when they returned home with a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth and another tied over it. She really couldn't make much noise, but Betty wanted to do a better job. She started by stuffing not one, but two not so clean handkerchiefs into Susie's mouth. It took a lot of effort to do this and Susie was convinced that the woman had dislocated her jaw in the process. Another folded handkerchief had been tied between her lips compressing the mouth stuffing even further. A final handkerchief had been bound over Susie's mouth securing the other handkerchief's in place. It was a formidable gag for any woman to wear. Susie could make only faint noises through the mass of cotton stifling her. But Betty wasn't satisfied.
The mistress produced the scarf that Susie had worn earlier and that she had worn to impersonate Susie. The scarf was made of medium thick silk, which she folded down from its folded triangular shape into a five-inch band with the apex of the scarf hanging below it. She had then folded the top of the scarf one more time to make a smaller, thicker band. It was the thicker band that Betty forced over Susie's nose, covering it completely. The wider band covered Susie's lower face down to her chin, with the apex of the scarf hanging down below the chin by a couple of inches. Betty pulled the ends behind the hapless woman's head and tied them as tightly as she could. The remaining ends of the scarf were tied in a bow at the back of Susie's head.
The scarf muted any noise that Susie could make through her nose. It also made it very difficult to breathe. The headscarf pressed down on Susie's nose in a painful way, but there was nothing Susie could do to dislodge it.
"Now that looks much more feminine. A pretty silk scarf to hide all those dirty handkerchiefs," Betty laughed when she had finished. There was no way that anyone would ever hear Susie again.
"Okay, all I have to do is cement in three rows of bricks and my darling soon to be ex-wife will be walled in for good. She will either die of starvation if we keep the vent open or lack of oxygen if we close it. I made our small room nearly airtight. I can shoot lime and other chemicals through the vent to cover the smell and to help decompose her body," Dan said in a matter-of-fact voice. Dan had several careers, one was in construction, and he had majored in chemistry in college.
"What about those two PIs? Perhaps we shouldn't close up the room until we are sure that no one is going to come looking for her and that our little ruse has worked," Betty said as she stepped out of the small room.
"As you wish, dear. We have nothing to worry about. I doubt that will ever see those two PIs and if we do, will take care of them," Dan said.
Chapter 6 – It's a Gas
It was 9 PM at night when Angela and Wendy got to the mistress' house. They had gone to Susie's and Dan's house, and no one was home. There were no cars either in the garage or on the street that belonged to the Reynolds. Wendy had picked the lock on the side door, and both PIs illegally went into the house. Nothing seemed to be out of place, although it looked like a lot of Susie's clothes were missing. They found a note that said she had gone to LA to visit friends. Something that neither PI believed.
Before leaving the car, both women donned headscarves because it was cold and breezy out. The thin cloth coats they were wearing seemed inadequate to prevent the cold from penetrating. Angela was wearing a blue dress with matching heels and cotton gloves. She had tied her light blue headscarf under her chin. Wendy had on a beige cotton blouse with a brown skirt and heels. She also had on brown cotton gloves. Her headscarf, which was wrapped under her chin and tied in back, was white with splashes of brown as if paint had been spilled on the scarf. Both women were glad that they were wearing stockings, although the stockings were a minimal barrier against the cold. Still, the stockings were better than nothing.
They each checked the guns in their purses before they got out of the car. Neither expected trouble, but something wasn't right. Susie Reynolds was missing and might be in a great deal of danger. They ran to the front door of the mistress' house and rang the bell. It was Dan that answered the door.
"Mr. Reynolds, my name is Angela Morris, and this is my partner Wendy Larson. We were hired by your wife, Susie, to find out if you were having an affair and apparently you are. Now, your wife seems to be missing," Angela stated the facts.
"Mrs. Morris and Miss Larson? I hope I got that correctly. Please come in. No sense standing out in the cold," Dan Reynolds said with a broad smile. He stood back and allowed the two women to enter the house. Angela and Wendy scanned the living room, and there were no apparent signs of a struggle, which was a good thing. But all the drapes were drawn, and the shades pulled, which might be considered a bit unusual. Of course, it might be merely to keep the cold air out of the house and not to hide what was going on in the house.
"Ladies, I respect the fact that you are checking up on my soon-to-be ex-wife. She did come here this afternoon, and we agreed that our marriage should come to an end. She left in perfectly good health as will be verified by any number of neighbors who saw her come and go. She was distraught at the news that I was moving on. She told me that she would be going to LA to visit some friends for a while and that we would finalize the divorce when she returned. I'm sure she will contact you on her return, if not sooner," Dan spread his arms open as he explained his version of events.
"Mr. Reynolds, thank you for being forthcoming about this matter. With your permission and that of your girlfriend, we would like to do a quick search of this house to satisfy ourselves that Susie is not here," Angela said.
"I'm afraid that will not be possible. I've been open and have told you what transpired. You can contact the neighbors to verify my story that my wife left. Now if you would please leave us to get back to our lives," Dan said, obviously irritated.
"Mr. Reynolds, some things simply don't make sense. We would hate to get the police involved unnecessarily, but if you don't allow us to walk through the house and verify that Susie isn't here, we will have to involve the police," Wendy replied.
"Okay ladies, let me check with Betty. After all, it is her home. I'll be right back," Dan said as he walked into the back bedroom.
About a minute later, both Dan and Betty emerged from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Their heads were covered with large masks, the type used to avoid breathing toxic air. On their backs were small tanks with a rubber hose attached to the container leading to a thin pipe like sprayer. The type used to spray gardens.
"You bitches should have taken a hint. Now you can join Susie," Betty hissed at the two PIs as a spray started to come out of the two nozzles. Dan in Betty approached Angela and Wendy, who desperately tried to get to their guns. The spray was being shot right into their faces even though the two PIs tried to duck and avoid the wet shower that was hitting them. Both Angela and Wendy felt the strength leave their bodies and their eyes were burning from the liquid. Wendy managed to get her gun out of her purse, but Betty kicked it away and forced to sprayer directly into Wendy's face. Wendy collapsed on the floor and stopped moving. Angela tried to crawl away having failed to get her gun, but Dan grabbed her headscarf covered hair and forced the sprayer to saturate her face with the chemical. He let go, and Angela crumpled like a ragdoll.
The sprayers were turned off, and Betty went to open some windows to air out the room.
"Are they dead?" Betty asked as a point of information without any concern for the PIs' health.
"Naw, they'll be out for couple hours, and it might take a while for their sight to come back, but they'll live – until we kill them," Dan said as he poked Angela's body with his shoe.
To Be Continued...