The Games Players: The Long Weekend (MF/MFmf)

[KP Presents]

I remember talking to Steve a week or so before, as I said “I know we have visited a number of families over a series of days, and even two families in the same day - but five families over a weekend? It has been a while since we tried something as big as this.”

“I know,” Steve had said with a smile, “but the opportunity is there. Your mother is looking after Tammy and taking her out to a show and other things, while we spend the weekend at the coast – at least, as far as she is concerned.”

“And in reality – five sets of games, three on the Saturday and two on the Sunday. One each day, and a joint one on the first day?”

“That’s the idea,” Steve said with a smile, “and all in the same country area, so we have time to get away before the alarm is raised on each one.”

I nodded as I looked at the plans again, and said “all right then – let’s make sure we have plenty of supplies in that case…”

There was a grey sky in the air as we drove up to the country cottage, Janna looking at me as she said “so I keep lookout, and send you a text if anyone is coming to the house?”

“That’s right,” I said as I got out of the car and got my rucksack from the back, “take the car round the said and keep alert.”

Janna nodded as I closed the door and she drove off, me walking to the front door of the cottage as I pulled the stocking mask down over my head, and then let myself in through the unlocked door. I could hear the music playing in the kitchen, as I walked along and looked in the front room.

Three girls were sitting watching something on the television – two abut eleven years old and on about nine years old. Each one had a hairband in their long hair, a flower on the side of the band. And they were dressed in the same colours. The youngest girl was wearing a white jacket over a grey dress with a pleated skirt, white tights and grey clogs, while the two older girls both had on grey tights and light blue ankles boots. One of the girls, with lighter hair, was wearing a loose grey long sleeved top and a white knee length skirt that looked as if it as made of feathers, while her sister was wearing a white jumper with the same style of skirt.

IT was the younger girl who turned and saw me standing in the doorway, and said “who are you” as the other two looked over.

“Me? Your mum has hired me to act out a scene with all of you,” I said with a smile. Mum was Gail Simons, a very well-known and successful comic writer who had recently won awards with her first film script – which is what attracted the family to my attention in the first place. “So let me see – you are Tilly, and your sisters and Jilly and Milly, right?”

“Yes,” the girl with the grey top said “I’m Milly, this is Jilly. Are you meant to be a robber?”

“I am,” I said as I slipped my rucksack off, and took from it a large roll of silver duct tape, “and the scene is where the three girls are captured by the bad robbers, their mother has to do what he says. I promise you; this tape will not hurt you – but it will mean you play the hostages perfectly. I also know your mother plays these games with you from time to time – so, want to help her?”

I had found out about the girls because, they visit a certain forum, and had posted they wondered how it would feel. Well, the time had come – which is why when Gail carried a tray of drinks into the front room, she found her three daughters with their wrists taped behind their backs, bands of tape round their arms, ankle and legs, and silver strips covering their mouths.

“Err… Who did this to you,” she said as she put the tray down.

“Thmhn,” Tilly mumbled as the tape crinkled over her mouth, and then I came behind Gail and said “As you can see, Gail, I have your daughters acting your scene out – why don’t we step outside so you can play your part?”

Gail looked at the girls, and then said “Just remain calm and sit still girls – I’ll see what this bad man wants.” All three of them nodded as we stepped out of the room, and I closed the door.

“All right,” Gail said angrily, “what the hell do you want?”

“To rob you,” I said with a smile, “without upsetting the girls, which is why they think this is a game. And you don’t want them to be upset, do you?”

Gail looked at me, and then whispered “a game… Oh you’re not…”

“Oh I am,” I said with a smile – and then I felt my phone vibrate. Taking it out, I looked and said “you have a delivery coming -accept it, and not a word about what is going on here, understood?”

Gail slowly nodded as she went to the door and opened it. “Ah – the revised script I take it?

“Thank you – I will let him know,” Gail closed the door, and put the package down, before she said “I guess you want me where your valuables are, and then I stay with them?”

“That’s right…”


“Uhgsshwhmhm,” Milly said as I escorted Gail in, her own wrists taped together behind her back. Her grey jacket had been opened under the bands holding her arms to her sides, and the grey tape covered her mouth as she sat in an armchair and I taped her ankles and legs.

“Now enjoy the day,” I said as I went out and walked to where Janna was parked.

“No problem with that courier?”

“Nope – let’s go and get some coffee before the next visit…”




My visit for that day was some thirty miles away, so after a coffee break at a farm café, we stopped at the outskirts of the village as I looked at the cottage.

“Ready?”

“Oh yes,” I said to Steve as I got out and put my shoulder bag on, then walked along the street. I was wearing a denim jacket over a black top and jeans, with black ankle boots – but as I walked to the front door, I glanced from side to side before I pulled the stocking down over my head and pulled on the soft leather gloves.

This was one of those occasions where a knock on the front door would be best – the home belonged to a television personality called Holly Ventura, and she lived there with her chef husband, and their three children – ten-year-old Hayley, eight-year-old Victor and six-year-old Ronald.

Her husband was at his place of work, so I took a deep breath and then knocked on the door. It was going to be potluck who answered – but I nodded as the door opened and Holly herself opened the door. She was wearing a cream-coloured top, styled like a tunic with short sleeves and a tie round her stomach, faded blue jeans and brown sandals.

“Yes, Can I…”

“Yes, you can,” I said as I showed her the stating pistol, and she walked back in, her hand sin the air as I closed the door. “Now, I know you don’t want to upset the kids, so we’re going to pretend this is a game they are all going to play, all right?”

“You’re a Games Player?”

“That’s right – so we begin with you turning round and putting your hands behind your back, I secure them together, and then we get your children to play along, all right?”

Holy slowly nodded as she turned, and I drew a length of cord from my bag before using it to secure her wrists tightly together. Smiling, I said “there -now, where are they?”

“Having their lunch.”

“Well, let’s go and join them,” I said as we walked to the dining room. They were indeed having their lunch – Hayley was wearing a red waistcoat over a cream and brown patterned top, a scarf of the same design round her neck, and blue jeans tucked into brown Frye boots. Th two boys were wearing long sleeved brown tops and jeans, with black trainers.

Hayley looked at her mother, and then at the boys, before she said “are we being robbed, Mum?”

“Well, we are going to play a game where this woman is going to rob us,” Holly said as she sat down, “so finish your dinner, while the masked lady does what she is going to do.”

“And what I am going to do,” I said was I put my bag on the floor, “is to make sure you cannot run away by tying some rope round your ankles, and also round your legs below your knees, while you finish your food.”

“Will it hurt,” Ronald said a is knelt next to him, his feet hanging over the seat.

“No – let me show you,” I said as I quickly bound his ankles together, and then his legs below his knees, while he watched me and ate his sandwich. Victor was next, looking at his mother while I secured his legs, and then I knelt next to Hayley. The squeaking sound as the rope rubbed on her booted ankles made her giggle, and then as I secured her legs together she said “that is tight.”

“Well, it has to be,” I said as I looked at her. “Now, as your mother says, finish your food – and then you can all jump into a bedroom with us.”

“We can play the game together then,” Holy said, the boys nodding as I looked at them.

“There is just one thing I will need to do before you go in – but eat up now…”


“There now, that’s all right, isn’t it?”

Hayley nodded, her lips closed over her scarf as it sat between her lips, the ends hanging down her back. She was now lying on the large bed in the room, her brothers net to her and rolled up white scarves gagging them as well. Each of them had their wrists tied together in front of them, and then to the rope round their legs.

“Whhlbhllrhrt,dhhddhewhlbhhmshn,” Holly said as she sat on the floor, her legs bent at the knees and her ankles tied tightly together, as well as her legs above and below her knees. She had a rolled up blue headscarf between her lips as a gag, as I emptied the last of her jewellery trays int my bag.

“There now - I will leave my gains for you to find later, but for now,, stay still for an hour,” I said as I turned on the radio and the two o’clock news came over the airways. “If your father is not back by then, you can see who gets free first, and then come down for a special treat, all right?”

The three children nodded as Holly looked at me, the blue noticeably darker at the corners of her mouth, before I left them to relax and have fun.

Steve smiled as I came back and got into the car. “So, a drive, and then our joint challenge…”



Janna and I were watching as the car drew up outside the farmhouse, and we saw the mother and the two girls get out.

“Una Briggs,” Steve said as we looked at the fair-haired woman, wearing a light grey patterned jersey, jeans and mid-calf burgundy leather boots. “The fifteen-year-old is Xena, and her nine-year-old sister Gabrielle.”

“A fan of a bad Nineties series?”

“IT wasn’t that bad” Janna said as I looked at the two girls. Xena was wearing a white short sleeved blouse, a blue, grey and black scarf loosely round her neck, and dark blue jeans with brown ankle boots. Gabrielle was wearing a white cardigan over a blue t-shirt, jeans and brown Ugg boots.

“Cute,” I said as they went to the front door, which was opened by a woman with long brown hair, wearing a grey top and jeans, the lower half of her legs in a pair of brown riding boots with grey socks visible over the top.

“That is her younger sister, and the farmer’s wife, Wilma. Her sons will be inside – so ready to set them up for a challenge?”

I nodded as we both got out, now wearing black jumpers and pants with shoes, and black hats on our heads. This time, we had decided to be what we really are, but to make it a game for those who were in the farmhouse. We walked to the side of the house, and as we walked round we both pulled down the brims of our hats so that our heads were covered by the Balaclava masks.

We looked at each other, and then Steve nodded as he opened the kitchen door and we walked in. Una and Wilma were sitting at the kitchen table, two cups of coffee on the table as Una looked at me and said “what the…”

“Stay nice and quiet,” I said a is looked at them, “and nobody needs to get hurt. Especially the kids.”

Wilma swallowed as she said “but we don’t have anything worth stealing…”

“I will be the judge of that. Both of you stand up, and put your hands behind your back – my friend here is going to make sure your hands stay there.”

Janna nodded as she put her rucksack down, opened it and took two lengths of cord out, before he stood behind Una and started to bind her wrists together.

“You don’t have to tie us up,” Wilma said quietly, “you could lock us all in the cellar.”

“I wonder,” Janna said as she walked behind Wilma and took her hands behind her back, “which would be scarier for the children – being forced to go into a dark cellar with no form of escape, or to be in the front room, with you, and the chance to try and get free.”

Wilma looked at her sister as she felt the rope round her wrists, before she said “you are not going to harm them?”

“Not at all,” I said as Janna removed tow long lengths of rope from her rucksack, and then passed a length round each of the women, forcing their arms against their sides as the bands framed their chests.

“I guess we just have to trust you then?”

“Yes, you do,” Jana said as she secured the ropes round Wilma’s body. “So, let’s go and make sure your children cannot raise the alarm either.”

“We have to, don’t we,” Una said, Wilma nodding as Janna picked up her bag, and we walked into the front room. Xena was sitting next to a boy with short light brown hair, wearing a red jumper over a brown shirt, dark jeans and brown shoes. Her sister Gabrielle was playing a game with a younger boy, wearing a checked shirt over a grey t-shirt, as well as dark pants and trainers.

“Larry, Keith…”

The older boy looked over and saw us with Wilma, as he said “Oh no- are they robbers?”

“Yes we are,” Janna said, “and we have to make sure none of you can raise the alarm while we rob your house. Just think of it as a game, and it will be a lot less scary.”

“What do you want us to do,” Gabrielle said as she turned and sat down. Janna looked round the room, and said “Gabrielle and – Keith, isn’t it? Come and sit on that small couch, back-to-back, with your feet on the seat.”

“But mummy doesn’t let us…”

“I will this time,” Wilma said as her younger son stood up. He was the same age as Gabrielle, so she took his hand, and looked at uses they walked over.

“Which leaves Xena and Larry,” I said. “Do the same thing on the longer couch, and you ladies can seat yourselves on the armchairs. No running away now, all right?”

Wilma and Una looked at each other before they sat in the chairs, and I went to Xena and Larry, who were now sitting with their backs to each other, and Janna went over to Keith and Gabrielle.

I looked at the boy and girl, and said “put your arms round each other, so that your hands are near each other’s lap.” As I said this, Janna said “As for you two, link arms and put your hands together in front of you in prayer.”

AS Larry put his arms round Xena I took a length of cord from my rucksack and used it to tie his wrists together, before moving round and doing the same to Xena’s, while Janna bound the wrists of Gabrielle and Keith together after they had linked arms as she asked “Does it hurt?”

“No,” Gabrielle whispered as we both took a longer length of rope from our rucksacks, and then used them to bind the young couples together back-to-back, holding their arms against their sides as we did so.

We then used more cords to secure the ankles of each of the children together, as well as their legs below their knees, and then tied wrists to those ropes – their own for Janna with Gabrielle and Keith, and each other’s were my task with Xena and Larry.

“Now, don’t struggle – you may hurt yourselves if you fall off,” I said a is looked at the two pairs, before both of us knelt in front of Wilma and Una, using ropes to make sure their ankles were secured together, as well as their legs below their knees.

“Now, we need to make sure you all stay quiet while we rob you,” I said as we both took a cloth from our rucksacks, and then stuffed them into the mouths of the two mothers, before wrapping white tape round their heads to keep them quiet. We then gagged the children – but only with tape round their heads as Janna said “this will not harm your hair, so just sit quietly and I will put the television on.”

They nodded as Janna turned on the television, then stood guard as I searched the farmhouse and collected the valuables - and then we left them alone as we made our way tour overnight stop. We had an early start for Janna the next morning…




“You are sure he is taking the early service,” I said as we looked at the Vicarage.

“I am – so you have time to visit the Eastman family and avail yourself of their valuables,” Steve said as I checked my shoulder bag.

“And if he comes back?”

Steve smiled as he said “and how often do you get the chance for the entire family to play?”

I looked at him, and then said “wish me luck” as I got out and walked down the street to the driveway. I was dressed for church – a black jacket over a blue shift dress, tights, sensible shoes, and black gloves – as well as the stocking I pulled down over my head as I let myself in the front door.

I could hear the sound of hymnal signing coming from upstairs, as I looked in the front room. Two seven-year-old boys were sitting there, who I recognised as Michael and Marcus Eastwood. Michael had dark hair, and was wearing an orange polo shirt, grey pants and red shoes, while his twin brother had light hair, and was wearing a blue polo shirt, red pants and grey trainers.

“Hello,” I said as I closed the door, the two boys looking at me, “I’m the Church Inspector.”

“But you’re wearing a mask?”

“That’s right Marcus – because I inspect the vicarages to see if they have any valuables. Your parents knew I was coming today – where are they?”

“Papas at the church,” Michael said, “and Mama is upstairs with my sisters.”

“Well now,” I said as I slipped my bag off my shoulder, “we can start the inspection with you – and it means we have to play a game of hostages. Ready?”


As I climbed the staircase, I heard Fiona Eastman say “come on girls – we need to get to the church!”

“Nearly ready Mummy,” a young girl said as I looked in the master bedroom, and saw their mother standing there, putting some earrings into the lobes of her ears. She was wearing a cream-coloured jacket with a thing gold belt round her waist, and black trousers which were tucked into knee length burgundy red leather boots with straps round the legs.

She turned and saw me, a is put a finger to my covered lips and then whispered “this is a game – I am the Church Inspector, and I am inspecting the Vicarage for valuables. Nod if you understand?”

“Michael… Marcus…”

“Secure downstairs.”

“We’re ready Mummy,” the girl called out as her daughters came pat me into the room. They were also twins, ten years old, one wearing a sleeveless yellow dress with a black bow at the front, and a pair of orange socks with lighter spots with a pair of orange sandals. Her sister was wearing a shirt sleeved purple dress with a large red flower on the front, white tights and purple shoes.

“Mandy, Merry,” Fiona said quietly, “this lady is the Church Inspector – only she is inspecting the Vicarage to see if we have any valuables. I and your father arranged for her to call yesterday – but she got the day wrong, so she is here now.”

They turned and looked at me, as Fiona said “your brothers are downstairs, and already playing the game – so we are going to play the game in this room, all right?”

“But Daddy is expecting to see us,” Mandy said.

“Well, when he sees we are not there, he will come and I think he will play the game as well,” she said as she looked at me. “Right now, the Inspector ha to stop us from stopping her, so I want you both to lie on the bed, next to me on either side, all right?”

“Okay Mummy,” Merry said as Fiona lay one her stomach on the centre of the bed, the girls going either side of her, before I put my bag down and removed lengths of cord from my bag. I started by crossing their wrists behind their back, and securing together with the cords, the girls talking to Fiona as I did so.

“I’m going to do the same thing to your ankles now,” I said as I crossed Fiona’s ankles and bound them tightly together, then did the same to Mandy and Merry, before I pulled their ankles back and secured them to their wrists. Not the tightest binding, but the simplest.

I then rolled Merry onto her side, Fiona asking “what are you doing” as she heard a ripping sound.

“Making sure my inspection is not interrupted by anyone,” I said as I rolled Merry onto her other side, facing her mother as Fiona saw the sticking plaster over her daughter’s mouth. She then looked the other way as Mandy rolled over and looked at her as well, before I said “Raise your head for me, Fiona.” As she did so, I pressed the Elastoplast down over her mouth, and she kept her daughters occupied as I helped myself to her valuables.

And that would have been it, except as I walked down the stairs I heard a man say “what the…” I looked in the front room to see Michael and Marcus were still on their stomachs on the floor, hogtied like their mother and sisters and fabric plaster over their mouths – but next to them was their father, wearing a grey jacket and pants with a black shirt underneath, the white collar clearly visible.at his neck.

“Who…Who are you?”

“I am the Church Inspector, and I have been inspecting the Vicarage,” I said with a smile. “I am pleased to say your family have enjoyed he Inspection, as you and your wife had hoped, and I see you have arrived just in time to join them.”

“My… You…”

“Chmhhndhd,” Marcus said, Michael nodding as I said “so, I ned you to lie face down, and put your hands behind your back…”




“Did I see Daddy come home,” Steve said as I got back into the car.

“You did – I left him with the sons, and he daughters with his wife,” I said as I opened my shoulder bag and looked inside.

“Excellent – so my final stop next. I think the kick-off is one thirty…”




Janna smiled as she saw the car drive off, and then looked at me as I checked the contents of my rucksack.

“Ready to end the weekend on a high?”

“I think so – see you in a little while,” I said as I got out of the car and walked up the side street, then round the back before I climbed over a fence and walked across the rear garden to the back door.

I paused for a moment and made sure the stocking was tucked into the neck of my jumper, before I let myself in and closed the door behind me. I was in a short corridor, but as I looked in the kitchen I saw two boys sitting at the table, doing their homework. They were both wearing denim shirts, open at the neck, jeans and black trainers, and were oblivious to my presence as I entered.

“There,” the oldest boy said as he put his pencil down, “done. You finished Chris?”

“Three … Two… One – done George,” the other boy said as he put his pencil down, and then he saw me standing there.

“That’s good,” I said with a smile, “it means we can start the surprise game your parents arranged as a reward for all your hard work.”

“Game,” George said, “what sort of game?”

“Well, the sort which means you stay in one place,” I said as I opened my rucksack, “because I am the bad robber. So, put your hands behind your back boys – I’m going to stop you raising the alarm.”

“But what about…”

“Oh, they are next,” I said with a smile as I bound George’s wrists together behind his back, and then walked behind his brother to secure his wrists together as well. The two boys looked at each other as Chris said “this is fun – what else do you have to do, Mister Robber?”

“Well, I need to secure your arms to your sides,” I said a is took longer ropes from the bag, “and then I need to make sure you both stay quiet while I have a word with your parent.”

I wrapped the rope round Chris’ arms and body, making sure he was tightly bound, before I did the same thing to George – and it was as I was tying those ropes off that I heard an adult say “what the he…”

“Let’s not swear, Mister Graham,” I said as I looked at George Graham, senior. He was in his early forties, and was wearing a light blue denim shirt over a darker blue top, faded blue jeans and black shoes.

“This is an amazing game, Dad,” Chris said, “thanks for arranging it.”

“Game? What…” he then looked at me, and swallowed as he said “Well, I guess I am going to play along as well now, right?”

“Right,” I said, “but first I need to make sure your boys stay nice and quiet. Boys, put your lips together.”

“Do as he says,” their father said as I covered the mouths of George and Chris with white tape, making sure it was pressed firmly down, before I took more rope and pulled George’s hands behind his back as well.

As I secured them together, he whispered “I know what you’re going to do – just leave them with me, I’ll make sure they don’t try to get free.”

“I know you will,” I said as I used a longer rope to secure his arms to his sides, the boys watching as I did so. As I tied the rope off, I said “now, off the seats boys, and we can all go to the front room and make sure you stay together there.”

George Jr and Chris nodded as they slid off the seats and walked in front of us to the front room, sitting wither end of a couch as their father sat between them and I went to close the curtains.

“There – now I need to make sure you say here,” I said as I knelt down and took more cords from my rucksack,. And secured their ankles together, as well as their legs below their knees. The boys looked at their father as I tore a strip of white tape from the roll, and said “now you promise you are all going to stay here?”

“We promise,” George said as I gagged him, and then turned the television on, a Bond film starting as the boys rested their heads against his arms.

I left them there to go and search for valuables – and that should have been it, except as I came back down the stairs I heard a car pull up. Looking out of the bedroom window, I realized I would have to change my plans slightly as I left the room.

“They called the match off when we got there,” A female voice called out as the front door opened and closed, “are you in the front room, George?”

“They are in the front room,” I said as I came to the foot of the stairs and looked at the new arrivals, “And you can join them – once you are playing the game as well, Gina, Geraldine, Charlotte.”

The oldest of the women was wearing a purple jacket over a black jumper, and faded jeans with the legs tucked into black suede boots. She had short black hair, as did her daughters, who were about sixteen years old. One had a purple waistcoat top on over a black V-necked top, a long-sleeved grey top under that, and jeans tucked into a pair of short grey leather boots. The other girl was wearing a black square necked top under a long-sleeved purple cardigan, and jeans tucked into knee length tan coloured boots with straps.

“Who are you,” Gina finally said.

“They call me the Games Player – and your husband and sons are currently playing a game” I said as I looked at them “and you are going to play the game as well. Now, the rugby game was called off?”

“Yes,” Geraldine said as Charlotte whispered “I have heard of you…”

“Indeed- ladies, put your handbag and mobile phones on the staircase there, and then stand facing the wall, with your hands behind your back.”

“You haven’t hurt them?”

“No – but do as I say please.”

“We had better do as he says, girls,” Gina said as she slipped her handbag off, showing me her phone inside as she placed it on the stairs. Geraldine and Charlotte looked at each other, before they slipped their phones from their pocket to their own handbags, and then put them next to their mothers, before they all faced the wall.

I was glad I had more than enough supplies, as I started by securing their wrists together behind their backs, and then longer length to frame their chests with two bands of rope that framed their chests. I then turned them round and covered their mouths with white tape, and walked them into the front room.

“Hghddbhnd,” Charlotte said as she saw her father and brothers on the couch watching the television. I took three cushions and dropped them on the floor, before helping the females to lie on their stomachs with their heads resting, then crossing and binding their ankles together, as well as securing their legs together below their knees. I then pulled their ankles back and hogtied them, before checking the two Georges and Chris.

“Good – enjoy the afternoon,” I said as I left them there, and got out as quickly as I could. Janna and I had an evening meal booked on the way home, and I did not want to miss our slot after a very profitable weekend…

[GoodBadEvil]

Thank you for delivering another fantastic work. Please keep up with the wonderful storytelling. Also, I've been wondering, are you going to continue "To Serve or Be Served" story on your site?

[ffixwarrior]

Awesome story! Glad to see you posting again.

[KP Presents]

Awesome story! Glad to see you posting again.

Well, since d*****A** terminated my page there, look here for first glimpses of Games Players, Beauty and the Best and Jay Edwards stories, as well as the occasional special...

[KP Presents]

Thank you for delivering another fantastic work. Please keep up with the wonderful storytelling. Also, I've been wondering, are you going to continue "To Serve or Be Served" story on your site?

I have to admit, I'm not sure at the moment - let me think on that..

[GoodBadEvil]

Thank you for delivering another fantastic work. Please keep up with the wonderful storytelling. Also, I've been wondering, are you going to continue "To Serve or Be Served" story on your site?

I have to admit, I'm not sure at the moment - let me think on that..

I would love to see the story continues. If you're out of ideas, maybe I can give you some of my own for references.

[Tiengag5]

Always great families tied and gagged stories..great descriptions.