Lisa at gunpoint

[gagged_Louise]

(Lisa has gone home to her father's country mansion from the city for the week-end, and suddenly notices something's wrong. Very wrong...)

Between StillBehindBlueEyes, Frankee and gagged_Louise, others may be invited.

Opening

As she closes the window opening on the dusky park, Lisa feels jitter and unease swelling in her bowels. There is no sound at all to be heard, the falling dark seems to have swept up all other people. Ten minuters ago when she called daddy's studio room on the intercom phone, there was no answer, no one picked up the receiver That's where he'd told her he'd be a few hours earlier as she went out for a walk in the lakeside wood beyond this peaceful country house where she's grown up. No reply, and she has an uneasy feeling telling her why.

At the time she came in from the luscious garden half an hour ago, the day was waning and she just opened that glass-panel door and slipped up the back stairs, heading for her room on the top floor. On the first floor landing, she held in her step. There were hard, scruffy voices further down the hall, asking Where was it, then? and Leave that fuckin' plan alone - you'll get no help from that and then something crashing to the floor and, unmistakable, her father's voice saying something in anger. As she edged carefully closer, she could see a man in dark jeans coming across the hall. A guy she had never seen before. As she slipped up the staircase Lisa could hear more thuds and commotion from below.

She closed the door to her room and looked out the window, unconsciously clenching her hands a little. Something was not right at all - little doubt that there were burglars or crooks of some kind around. How dare they walk in like that, in broad daylight, and even when Dad was at home! If she called the police it would take them at least half an hour to get to this house overlooking the deep, stretched-out lake and the hills beyond. She dreaded calling the cops, they might feel she was just an overwrought girl trying to pull a trick and when they arrrived, it might turn out bad. A firefight with her father in the middle wasn't what she wanted. She nervously tugged at the side of her skirt. In an hour, the butler and two serving-maids should be coming in for the evening.

Fifteen minutes later, after she'd made the failed call to her father's side room, she had decided to go downstairs to sound things out. She had to see who these guys were, if they were armed, and yes, she might even surprise them. Putting a pen knife in the tight back side pocket of her knee-length jersey skirt, wearing soft-soled, low pumps,she slipped out of the room and stepped silently down the dark stairs.

The hall on the first floor lay empty, dark and silent. She edged carefully over to the other side of the wall and turned a corner, listening:there was no sound except the faint wind outside. Entering into a darkened side hall that led toward the gardener's storage-room and then the living-room, she sneaked on. This passage normally was very dark and unlit, and the one window further away had blinds drawn.
Slowly edging toward the far end of the hall, Lisa moved in total silence to approach the glimpse of light at the living-room door. How could they, she thought again. But so far no one had noticed her, she was only home for the week-end.
She took one more step - and suddenly heard the click of a gun to her left temple. A hand clamped shut over her mouth and she heard the sharp whisper: "Now don't do anything stupid Miss, or you might come to regret it. Nod once if you understand."
A sturdy arm had moved up around her chest and held her in. She nodded without a sound in the dark.
"Hands up!"
She obeyed without questions and he stepped around, still pointing the service pistol at her. This wasn't the guy she had seen before; the shirt was brown, the other one had worn a white polo sweater. His dark eyes focused on Lisa, making her feel small and defenseless, she hated that feeling more than anything. Her hands held high he marched her at gunpoint through the living-room and sat her on the guestroom bed keeping the gun pointing at her heart. “If you do everything I say, you might be alive in the morning,” he whispered.
Whispered out rather than muttered, the words were not lost on the young lady, "Okay, I'll obey you, I promise I will as long as you don't kill me or harm my father."

"Your Dad? We've already brought the old man away from here. Took him to another place, you might say that's a kidnapping. Since this is such an isolated mansion, nobody will notice anything for many hours. But when it comes to you, we might want to get some more before...."

"I told you I'll obey. Do with me what you wish" she said quickly.
"Hands behind your back, Miss."
He tied her hands off securely, stroking her satin top at the same time. Then he felt at her skirt. "Ooh, what have we here? Little Miss wanted to surprise us" he said, fishing out the knife. "You're a naughty little bitch, are you? Well, you won't be needing that one." Lisa swallowed and said nothing. Her mouth felt dry, but time was on her side; she knew the staff would return soon. If she could just lead him on without getting hurt. "You don't have to tie me so tight," she moaned up into his face as he jerked her arms up. "I told you I'd obey you."

"You're lucky you came here alone" the intruder told Lisa and bent her forearms together in a firm grip. He went on to tie her hands firmly behind her shoulders with hard, black rope, then held her elbows firmly together without bothering her muted whimpering. "You're not moving, girl."
"Please" she whispered.

Her elbows soon roped up, he pulled the rope down and looped it tight around her soft belly several times, then grabbed a hanky from the bedside table and stuffed it between her teeth. The lady said nothing at the indignity, and he went on closing her mouth with a wad of tape, then picked up a slim belt and pulled it twice around her mouth and head. Lisa was now firmly silenced, he gave her a push and she landed on her back, writhing on the bed in her black jersey pencil skirt and soft, blue satin halterneck. .

"If I can keep him in good mood for forty minutes the butler should be coming around" she thought to herself. "Then the tables will be turned" Away from her father and alone, lying bound and gagged on the bedding, Lisa felt vaguely threatened but hoped it would turn out allright. If he asked her where the safe was, what could she tell him? She actually didn't know. The intruder seemed a coldly calculating guy and told her he had disconnected the phones.