Wrong House, Right time
Chapter 1 - Wrong House
To quote Ferris Bueller, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it." I am a 34 year old writer and life does not move fast, so taking the time to look around has never been high on my priority list. This is likely why I never heard them enter, or perhaps it was the headphones I wore that filled my ears with the strains of Bach and Beethoven to keep out such distractions. Distractions like the two intruders who had entered my house. If I had taken Ferris Bueller's advice and looked around once in a while I would not have been surprised by the tap on my shoulder.
The tap had not been harsh but when you spend your days alone any touch on the shoulder no matter how softly delivered can be extremely jarring. I whipped my head around expecting to see water dripping from the ceiling but instead I stared into the frightening barrel of a handgun. When I write I keep the room dark the main source of illumination being the computer monitor and a small desk lamp. In this dim light I could only make out the feminine eyes behind the weapon. The first measure of Beethoven's 5th filling my ears at that moment could not have been more appropriate if written by a movie producer. I raised my hands into the air and slowly turned around.
Beethoven's 5th Symphony
The woman, for it could not be any other gender, stood before me in an all black ensemble of the stereotypical burglar. Tight black leggings tucked beneath a long sleeve athletic shirt that showed the outlines of a bra even in the mediocre lighting. Intense eyes stared out from the balaclava that covered her head. Her eye makeup, a unique blend of colors that made me think of a sunset were so vivid and exotic that in a moment my writer's mind gave her the name Sunset.
Sunset
Sunset tapped her head and I slowly pulled the headphones from my ears. She bobbed the muzzle of the gun and I stood slowly to my feet. Sweat beaded on my clean shaven face and I licked my lips in vain as all moisture fled my mouth. "What do you want?" I croaked in a hoarse whisper.
"You're not supposed to be here." Sunset's feminine contralto said.
"I...I live here."
A brief narrowing of her eyes suggested something had gone wrong. "Walk," Sunset ordered. "I'm right behind you, head down the stairs to the kitchen."
With my hands in the air I did as ordered. Halfway down the stairs Sunset's raised voice nearly made me stumble. "We have a problem, dear sister."
I turned toward the kitchen after clearing the bottom step and was greeted by a second intruder garbed exactly as the first except once again for the unique eye makeup that seemed all the more vivid for being surrounded by the blackness of the balaclava. The colors immediately reminded me of the ocean and I imagined it as the color on the scales of a mermaid, deep purples and iridescent blues.
Mermaid.
"You told me the house was empty during the day." Mermaid said.
"It is," Sunset answered. "Are you sure this is the right house, they all look the same in this neighborhood."
Mermaid ignored her sister and turned her eyes to me. "What's your name?"
"Arthur."
"What do you do, Arthur?"
"I'm an author."
Sunset giggled. "Arthur the author."
The beautiful but annoyed eyes of Mermaid flashed over my shoulder to her gun-wielding sister. "So Arthur, I'm going to say a name and you are going to tell me the first thing that pops into your head."
"O...Ok." I responded.
"Prudenzio Bulgarelli."
"Pizza." I said immediately.
Mermaid shook her head. "Give me the gun. Do a search, but I think we're in the wrong house."
Sunset stepped beneath my raised arms and handed the gun to Mermaid. "I doubt it will take long."
"Have a seat, Arthur."
I sat down in the living room as Mermaid casually walked around looking at the various pictures and artworks my wife had lovingly selected to adorn our walls. She picked up a framed picture of the two of us from a few years ago off the mantelpiece. "Is this your wife?"
"Yes."
"What's her name?"
"Kierra."
Mermaid nodded. "Lovely name and she is quite beautiful."
I said nothing hoping against hope this whole thing would end with all the blood still within my own veins.
"Have you been married long?"
"Seven years."
"No kids?" Mermaid asked.
"No."
"Everything alright between you?" Mermaid pressed.
I cocked my head at the odd question and did not respond immediately.
"I mean how is your sex life?" Mermaid clarified.
"Uh... I don't...what?" I stuttered.
Mermaid raised the gun. "I'm holding you at gunpoint, you should just answer the question."
"It's fine." I responded.
"Arthur, don't lie to me, I don't want to shoot you. When was the last time you had sex with Kierra?"
My hesitation was likely all the response she needed. "She is very busy, a partner in a law firm."
Mermaid raised the gun. "How long ago?"
"Two weeks, give or take a day." I blurted
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Mermaid shook her head. "That's too bad. She has lovely hair and full breasts, do you not find her attractive?"
"Of course I do, she is just so busy. I don't want to be another task on her to-do list." I said with my eyes falling to the floor.
"You want her to want you. Is that it?" Mermaid said taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table.
"I suppose so. Do you always talk to your victims this way?" I dared to ask.
"Only when things go wrong." Mermaid looked toward the steps as Sunset entered.
"Definitely the wrong house. Now what?" Sunset asked.
"It's too late to find the right house." Mermaid answered.
"Forget it then, Arthur the author here will tell the police the name you mentioned and the piece will be moved."
Mermaid scratched her cheek through the woolen balaclava. "Maybe, maybe not, let's have some fun with Arthur and see what happens."
"Oh god, please just leave me alone." I begged with a bit of whine in my voice.
"But your honesty about your marriage has touched me deeply and I want to help." Mermaid said
"How...how can you help? Please don't hurt us." I said.
"Hurt you? I said I want to help." A hint of mocking touched her voice.
I looked at Sunset who whose smile touched her eyes. "This should be interesting."
"Take off your clothes." Mermaid ordered.
Sunset barked a short laugh. "Definitely interesting."
"My... clothes?"
"Yes, strip naked." Mermaid said while standing up.
"No. I won't be humiliated by you." I said with only the slightest quiver in my voice.
"I don't want to kill you, but I also want the Bulgarelli. I think there is a chance we both get what we want, but only if you do what I ask. Now strip." Mermaid said and raised the gun toward my face.
I have always heard that gun shots are painful, I never enjoyed pain. I stood up and slowly removed my clothes, it was quick, I normally wore T-shirts and shorts when at home alone. I removed everything but my boxer shorts but when Mermaid cocked her head in irritation I added those to the pile as well.
"Not bad," Sunset said. "It's always the ones you least expect."
I turned a bright red at the comment causing Sunset to laugh. "Modest too, can we keep him, sis?"
"You have enough pets, dear sister. Now Arthur, if you would be so kind as to lead us to the bedroom you share with your dear wife Kierra."
I turned around with my hands raised and walked up the stair keenly aware of my nudity. I went to the room at the end of the hall and walked inside. This was Kierra's room I just got to sleep there. She decorated mostly in white with splashes of color for accent. Our king size bed had tall posts anchoring the corners with colorful pillows atop a white fluffy bedspread. "Oh such a beautiful room."
"Dear sister, would you be so kind as to pull away that lovely bedspread." I watched as Sunset folded the bed spread revealing the ivory silk sheets beneath. "Now Arthur please lie down in the center of the bed."
I hesitated. "What are you going to do to me?"
Mermaid chuckled. "Fear not, I'm not interested in your charms."
I crawled onto the bed and laid down with my hands covering my privates. "Search that massive closet and see if you can find something to bind him to the bed."
"Oh goody." Sunset said.
Mermaid rolled her eyes. "She so loves the dominant role."
I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing, hoping against hope that Sunset would fail at her task. My hopes were quickly dashed as she returned holding several colorful scarves. "These will work."
"Excellent, now bind his arms to the corner posts."
Sunset let me keep my hands in place over my groin as she wrapped a scarf around my wrist. Then she used the long tail to easily pull my hand away until it was stretched perpendicular to my body to the corner post. She repeated this with my other hand so I was tied with my arms spread wide. "Sister, did you ever find time to buy bullets for this gun." Mermaid asked after I was helplessly bound.
Sunset giggled. "I'm afraid not."
Mermaid dropped the magazine from the grip of the gun and then pulled back the slide. "Sure enough, no bullets."
I groaned in frustration causing more giggles to erupt from beneath Sunset's mask. "Now what?"
"Let's snoop around a bit, see what we can find." Mermaid said.
Drawers were rummaged, closets were entered, and the two girls had whispered conversations interrupted only the continued giggles of Sunset. After several minutes the two women returned their arms laden with various items that looked to be from Kierra's intimates drawer. "Look what we found." Mermaid said and she held up a bright purple phallic object probably 7 or eight inches in length. "I wonder how often it gets used. Do you know?"
"I don't snoop in my wife's things." I answered not really bothered by the existence of the dildo. After all I had seen my fair share of porn in the last seven years.
"How very noble of you." Mermaid answered. "But boring. Sis, get the duct tape."
Mermaid stepped toward the bed while Sunset darted from the room. She placed two pairs of Kierra's silk underwear on my chest and began to carefully fold them into small squares as I watched. "Such lovely delicates your wife wears, I'm really hoping to meet her someday."
Sunset ran in at that moment slightly out of breath. "Got it."
"Great, go to the other side and help me. Now Arthur open your mouth." Mermaid ordered.
I gritted my teeth and pulled at the unyielding scarves that kept my arms stretched wide. Mermaid placed her gloved hand across my mouth and nose blocking the air. "You know how this ends, stop being a brat." Mermaid chided.
I finally opened my mouth for a quick breath and Mermaid's fingers rammed toward the back of my jaw. I tried to clamp down but the neatly folded panties quickly filled the space and my efforts caused little discomfort to Mermaid's hand. After both pairs of my wife's underwear were stuffed into my mouth Sunset slapped the end of the tape across my mouth as Mermaid lifted my head allowing her to wrap the tape several times around my head. "There now, no more talking."
"Now what, sis?" Sunset asked.
"I think we better cover his eyes for this next part."
"Sure thing." Sunset picked up a scarf and quickly tied it firmly across my eyes so that I not only could light not penetrate the fabric but I also could not raise my eyelids due to the tightness of the scarf. I grunted in protest.
"It's only temporary." Mermaid said. "Help me with these, Sis."
I felt the bed move near my legs and then gloved hands lifted one foot and then the other. The two women were sliding some type of garment up my legs. "Lift your butt, Arthur the author." Sunset said with a playful slap to my hip. I did as requested since I did not want to contemplate the ways they could compel my obedience in such a helpless state. Whatever they were putting on me was cool and soft and thankfully covered my nakedness.
The two sisters were not finished as I felt something tight like a sock being pulled up one leg and then the other until it was gripping the tops of my thighs just below my groin. "Now you can finish tying his legs." Mermaid said.
I felt more scarves wrapping around my ankles pulling them wide apart to the lower corners of the bed and increasing the tension on my arms. The scarf binding my eyes were removed and I looked down over my body and growled into the gag chewing the silk in anger. I was wearing a pair of white silk panties and matching white thigh-high stockings. What were they doing to me?
"I believe I saw a rose bush in the backyard, why don’t you make a trail of rose petals from the front door to our friend Arthur for his wife to follow.” Mermaid said.
My eyes must have widened to twice their normal diameter at the words. What would Kierra do when she saw me like this? Nothing good I was sure. Scenarios rolled through my thoughts each one more humiliating than the one before. I shook my head from side to side furiously hoping this was not Mermaid’s intention.
Her brilliant eyes smiled at my movements. “Nothing changes if you are too afraid to try something new. I know you are expecting her to take one look at you and run out in disgust, but I think a woman who owns one of these,” Mermaid held up the purple dildo. “Will realize that your current predicament has many possibilities. Besides, you are going to leave her a lovely note to explain this whole thing.”
I squinted in confusion. How was I to write a note while tied spreadeagle to the bed. Mermaid walked from the room leaving me to my worries.
Many minutes passed before either woman returned and I was beginning to think they had simply abandoned me to my soon-to-be wrecked marriage. Sunset entered first holding a paper sack from which she drew out pale pink rose petals. She sprinkled them across the floor from the door to the bed and placed a few atop my new white stockings.
Mermaid entered next with a folded piece of paper. “We have to leave soon my dear Arthur, it is almost five o’clock and I have no doubt your darling Kierra will return soon. Here is the note you wrote for her. Shall I read a bit?”
I nodded as a scared chill ran across my mostly naked body.
Mermaid cleared her throat.
Mermaid wrote:
My Dearest Kierra,
Through insight that could only be inspired by the heavens, I have come to realize that we have started to drift apart. I cannot bare to be separated in anyway from your beautiful body so I have decided to place myself fully at your disposal. Take advantage of the hopelessly love sick man you see before you. Use me for your pleasure. The bonds that hold me and the clothes that decorate my body hopefully prove that my desires for you are not constrained by my ego.
Mermaid lowered the paper. “That is the first paragraph, the remainder consists largely of suggestions.” Mermaid folded the paper and used a bit of duct tape to attach it to my bare chest. She then stepped over to her sister and grasped her hand. “Goodbye, I doubt I will ever see you again, and I know you will not see me.”
Sunset waved. “Bye bye, Arthur the author.”
For the next few minutes I pulled at the scarves but the knots were placed well out of reach and there was nothing for me to do. I eventually relaxed onto the bed and did my best to control my breathing. When I heard sounds coming from the lower floors of the house, I nearly vomited in fear. My breathing whistled through my nose and I could feel the blood pounding in my ears as Kierra stepped into the bedroom.