Jay and the Extended Family (MF/MFmf)
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2022 3:14 pm
Noon
The Stone mansion lay off the main road on a hill, the well-manicured lawns surrounding the white two storey building. Following the recent death of the Stone patriarch, the house had passed onto his oldest son – thirty-year-old Charles Stone, who lived there with his wife Emma and their six-year-old daughter Carol.
He was the youngest of the three Stone children – and he had kept on the housekeeper Amy after his father’s death. Amy had come to work there two years before – she was in her mid-thirties, and lived in a couple of rooms in the house with her ten-year-old twin children, Chuck and Samantha. He had come to work there after her husband had died – something that Amy tended not to talk too much about.
This particular day, her children had gone for a walk in the rear grounds of the mansion, as Amy prepared some lunch. She had long black hair, and was wearing a white cowl necked seater with brown corduroy pants, the lower legs tucked into a pair of loose black suede boots.
As she worked in the kitchen, she heard the buzzer for the front gates of the mansion, and she walked over to the intercom.
“Hello?”
“Delivery for Mister Stone.”
“Oh yeah – I’m expecting it.” She pressed the button to open the gates and then went to wash her hands, before she walked from the rear of the house to the front, smiling as she opened the front door.
“Yes, can I…”
“Hello Amy – just walk back inside, nice and slowly, and keep your hands where we can see them.”
Amy’s face went white as she walked back, the six people coming in after her. There were four men and two women, all wearing dark blue boiler suits, working boots, black gloves – and black balaclavas, which covered their heads and meant she could only see their eyes and mouths.
“Oh no,” Amy said quietly as she stood against the wall, “please, not again…”
“I am not sure what the memories our presence is causing you to recall,” one of the women said as she walked forward, “but I assure you, we mean you or anyone in this house no harm. Just do as we say, and all will be well.”
“No…”
“My name is Ophelia,” the masked woman said as she removed her glove, and touched Amy’s hand. “You trust me, don’t you?”
Amy stared at her, and then nodded as she replaced her glove. “Good – Jay?”
“My name is Jay Edwards,” the man who had spoken when the group came in said in a North of England accent, “you have met Ophelia, the other woman is Mrs McPhee.”
“What… What do you want?”
“We have to conduct some business with the master of the house – I presume everyone is out for the moment?”
“Yes – but… Please, not my children.”
“Where are they,” Ophelia said quietly.
“Outside – they will be in in a few minutes…”
“Jay – allow me and Mrs McPhee to take care of Amy and her children, while you make sure the house is secured.”
“Cum wi us,” the other woman said in a strong Scottish accent as she picked up one of the bags, Ophelia taking Amy by the arm as they walked to the kitchen.
“Gentlemen – secure, disable the internet and phone communications, and establish rooms for later.” The other three walked off as Jay picked up the other two bags, and walked into the front room.
“I don’t get it – why am I not scared anymore,” Amy said quietly as she put the food out on the table.
“It’s a gift we have – ah, would that be the children?”
Amy nodded as the door to the rear of the house opened, and Chuck and Samantha came in. They were both wearing grey pants and mid-calf black leather boots. Chuck had curly brown hair, and was wearing a burgundy-coloured biker’s jacket, a black and grey scarf wrapped round his neck. His twin sister Samantha was wearing a peach-coloured jacket, with a purple and grey shawl wrapped round her neck, the main point hanging down in front of her.
She looked at the two masked women, and said “Mom…”
“Chuck, Samantha,” Amy said quietly, “this is Ophelia and Mrs McPhee. They have something to tell you both.” As she sat down, Mrs McPhee said “Hullo thair – noo, ah need tae tell ye both, Ophelia, my friends and I are here to talk to Mister Stone – but it means we have tae make sure non o ye cahn tell anyone we’re here.”
“You mean we’re going to be kept as hostages?”
“Aye, laddie,” she said as she looked at Chuck, “But we’ll make it fun. Tak off yer coats ahn scarves, gi them tae yer muffer.” The children looked at each other, and then unzipped their jackets, handing them to their mother as they removed their scarves, revealing their white jumpers.
“Guid – take ae seat, ahn Ophelia ahn I are gonnae make sure ye stay in yer seats.”
“IT’s all right – they are not going to hurt you,” Amy said, amazed at what she was saying and the fact her children just sat still. The two masked women took some rope from the bag on the floor, as Amy sat in another chair, watching as they bound the ankles of Chuck and Samantha together with rope.
“What else are you going to do to us?”
“Merely make sure ye all stay in these seats,” Mrs McPhee said as they secured the legs of the children below their knees, and then tied ropes round their waists to keep them in the chair.
“You can start to have your lunch now,” Ophelia said as Chuck and Samantha were pushed into the table, “I’ll make sure your mom is like you, and then she can eat as well.”
“Okay – you have a nice voice,” Chuck said as he started to eat, Samantha taking a drink from a glass as Mrs McPhee bound Amy’s legs.
“Thank you – are you scared anymore?”
“No – but what are we going to do after lunch and when the others arrive?”
“Well, when Mister Stone and his family come home, they will be secured as well.”
“And what about Carol’s aunts and cousins?”
Mrs McPhee smiled as she pushed Amy towards the table, and said “Wehl, they’ll ahl play ahlogn as well – like a big party, ahn ye can all play some games togefer. Tha’ll be fun – richt?”
The two children nodded as Amy said “I should be petrified after…”
“We can talk about it later if you like – woman to woman,” Ophelia said with a smile, “but for now, eat – and then we prepare for the family to return.”
2 pm
The gates opened as the Daimler drove through, Charles Stone behind the wheel with Emma in the passenger seat, and Carol in the back seat.
“Did you enjoy the party Carol,” Emma said as she looked round. Her mother had light brown hair, and was wearing a tan coat over a brown jumper and leggings, a grey scarf wrapped round her neck and tucked into the front of the coat and black ankle boots on her feet.
“Yes Mommy,” Carol said with a smile. The young girl was wearing a blue silk dress with a red floral pattern on it. The dress was sleeveless but it had a red ribbon hanging from the right shoulder.
Charles smiled as he brought the car to a stop at the front of the house, and got out. He had dark curly hair, his red coat over a grey jumper, blue jeans and brown hiking boots.
“Come on – let’s get in before it gets too cold,” he said as he opened the front door, Carol running into the house as her blue slippers hit the ground, Charles and Emma following him in. As he closed the door, Emma removed her coat and walked into the front room after her daughter.
“CHARLES!”
As he walked into the room, Charles saw his wife and daughter standing there, a man and woman behind each of them, masked, and holing their arms. He could also see Amy sitting in a chair, her hands behind her back with her ankle and knees bound, white tape covering her mouth.
“Hmmshhrrheemhstersthn” she mumbled as Charles whispered “what’s going on…”
“Good evening Mister Stone – my name is Jay Edwards.”
The soft English accent took Charles by surprise as he turned round. “Jay Edwards? But…”
“Oh I do operate here occasionally,” Jay said as the woman behind Carol said in a soft Scottish accent “Dinnae be scared lassie – young Chuck ahn Samantha wahn tae see ye. Ah just need tae tie yer wrists together first – I promise, it disnae hurt.”
“Mom…”
“Let the lady do as she asks,” Emma whispered as the woman came round and crossed Carol’s wrists in front of her, and then bound them together with white rope. “Cum wi me,” the masked woman said as she walked Carol out of the room, while Jay said “now, both of you, hands behind your back…”
“Where are we going?”
“In here, lassie,” Mrs McPhee said as she opened the door to the television room, and Carol walked in.
“Hllthrrrr!”
She looked at Chuck and Samantha as they sat in bean bags. Their wrists were also tied together in front of them, and then to the aropes below their knees – but each of them had their large scarves tied round their heads, covering their noses and mouths as they wriggled round.
“Ye cahn sit here,” Mrs McPhee said s she pointed to a third bean bag, Carol sat down, watching as the masked woman took more white rope and tied her ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her knees, before tying rope from her wrists to her legs.
“Now ye need tae keep nice ahn quiet,” she said as she folded a black wool scarf into a band, and then tied it tightly round her head, covering her mouth as she did so. “Whthhphsnnh,” she mumbled through the band.
“Noo – we wait fer yer cousins.”
“You want me to raid my company?”
“Correct – and to ensure you do, everyone else will be kept safe here,” Jay said with a smile as Ophelia pressed the white tape over Emma’s mouth. Both were now bound in the same way as Amy, his wife twisting her legs round as they all heard a car draw up outside. “So, remain calm, and explain to those arriving now what is going to happen…”
They all sat still and listened as they heard the door open and close, and then a female voice say “hey - it’s a bit quiet in here isn’t…”
“Hello – all of you, please, put your hands on your head and walk into the front room.”
The Stone mansion lay off the main road on a hill, the well-manicured lawns surrounding the white two storey building. Following the recent death of the Stone patriarch, the house had passed onto his oldest son – thirty-year-old Charles Stone, who lived there with his wife Emma and their six-year-old daughter Carol.
He was the youngest of the three Stone children – and he had kept on the housekeeper Amy after his father’s death. Amy had come to work there two years before – she was in her mid-thirties, and lived in a couple of rooms in the house with her ten-year-old twin children, Chuck and Samantha. He had come to work there after her husband had died – something that Amy tended not to talk too much about.
This particular day, her children had gone for a walk in the rear grounds of the mansion, as Amy prepared some lunch. She had long black hair, and was wearing a white cowl necked seater with brown corduroy pants, the lower legs tucked into a pair of loose black suede boots.
As she worked in the kitchen, she heard the buzzer for the front gates of the mansion, and she walked over to the intercom.
“Hello?”
“Delivery for Mister Stone.”
“Oh yeah – I’m expecting it.” She pressed the button to open the gates and then went to wash her hands, before she walked from the rear of the house to the front, smiling as she opened the front door.
“Yes, can I…”
“Hello Amy – just walk back inside, nice and slowly, and keep your hands where we can see them.”
Amy’s face went white as she walked back, the six people coming in after her. There were four men and two women, all wearing dark blue boiler suits, working boots, black gloves – and black balaclavas, which covered their heads and meant she could only see their eyes and mouths.
“Oh no,” Amy said quietly as she stood against the wall, “please, not again…”
“I am not sure what the memories our presence is causing you to recall,” one of the women said as she walked forward, “but I assure you, we mean you or anyone in this house no harm. Just do as we say, and all will be well.”
“No…”
“My name is Ophelia,” the masked woman said as she removed her glove, and touched Amy’s hand. “You trust me, don’t you?”
Amy stared at her, and then nodded as she replaced her glove. “Good – Jay?”
“My name is Jay Edwards,” the man who had spoken when the group came in said in a North of England accent, “you have met Ophelia, the other woman is Mrs McPhee.”
“What… What do you want?”
“We have to conduct some business with the master of the house – I presume everyone is out for the moment?”
“Yes – but… Please, not my children.”
“Where are they,” Ophelia said quietly.
“Outside – they will be in in a few minutes…”
“Jay – allow me and Mrs McPhee to take care of Amy and her children, while you make sure the house is secured.”
“Cum wi us,” the other woman said in a strong Scottish accent as she picked up one of the bags, Ophelia taking Amy by the arm as they walked to the kitchen.
“Gentlemen – secure, disable the internet and phone communications, and establish rooms for later.” The other three walked off as Jay picked up the other two bags, and walked into the front room.
“I don’t get it – why am I not scared anymore,” Amy said quietly as she put the food out on the table.
“It’s a gift we have – ah, would that be the children?”
Amy nodded as the door to the rear of the house opened, and Chuck and Samantha came in. They were both wearing grey pants and mid-calf black leather boots. Chuck had curly brown hair, and was wearing a burgundy-coloured biker’s jacket, a black and grey scarf wrapped round his neck. His twin sister Samantha was wearing a peach-coloured jacket, with a purple and grey shawl wrapped round her neck, the main point hanging down in front of her.
She looked at the two masked women, and said “Mom…”
“Chuck, Samantha,” Amy said quietly, “this is Ophelia and Mrs McPhee. They have something to tell you both.” As she sat down, Mrs McPhee said “Hullo thair – noo, ah need tae tell ye both, Ophelia, my friends and I are here to talk to Mister Stone – but it means we have tae make sure non o ye cahn tell anyone we’re here.”
“You mean we’re going to be kept as hostages?”
“Aye, laddie,” she said as she looked at Chuck, “But we’ll make it fun. Tak off yer coats ahn scarves, gi them tae yer muffer.” The children looked at each other, and then unzipped their jackets, handing them to their mother as they removed their scarves, revealing their white jumpers.
“Guid – take ae seat, ahn Ophelia ahn I are gonnae make sure ye stay in yer seats.”
“IT’s all right – they are not going to hurt you,” Amy said, amazed at what she was saying and the fact her children just sat still. The two masked women took some rope from the bag on the floor, as Amy sat in another chair, watching as they bound the ankles of Chuck and Samantha together with rope.
“What else are you going to do to us?”
“Merely make sure ye all stay in these seats,” Mrs McPhee said as they secured the legs of the children below their knees, and then tied ropes round their waists to keep them in the chair.
“You can start to have your lunch now,” Ophelia said as Chuck and Samantha were pushed into the table, “I’ll make sure your mom is like you, and then she can eat as well.”
“Okay – you have a nice voice,” Chuck said as he started to eat, Samantha taking a drink from a glass as Mrs McPhee bound Amy’s legs.
“Thank you – are you scared anymore?”
“No – but what are we going to do after lunch and when the others arrive?”
“Well, when Mister Stone and his family come home, they will be secured as well.”
“And what about Carol’s aunts and cousins?”
Mrs McPhee smiled as she pushed Amy towards the table, and said “Wehl, they’ll ahl play ahlogn as well – like a big party, ahn ye can all play some games togefer. Tha’ll be fun – richt?”
The two children nodded as Amy said “I should be petrified after…”
“We can talk about it later if you like – woman to woman,” Ophelia said with a smile, “but for now, eat – and then we prepare for the family to return.”
2 pm
The gates opened as the Daimler drove through, Charles Stone behind the wheel with Emma in the passenger seat, and Carol in the back seat.
“Did you enjoy the party Carol,” Emma said as she looked round. Her mother had light brown hair, and was wearing a tan coat over a brown jumper and leggings, a grey scarf wrapped round her neck and tucked into the front of the coat and black ankle boots on her feet.
“Yes Mommy,” Carol said with a smile. The young girl was wearing a blue silk dress with a red floral pattern on it. The dress was sleeveless but it had a red ribbon hanging from the right shoulder.
Charles smiled as he brought the car to a stop at the front of the house, and got out. He had dark curly hair, his red coat over a grey jumper, blue jeans and brown hiking boots.
“Come on – let’s get in before it gets too cold,” he said as he opened the front door, Carol running into the house as her blue slippers hit the ground, Charles and Emma following him in. As he closed the door, Emma removed her coat and walked into the front room after her daughter.
“CHARLES!”
As he walked into the room, Charles saw his wife and daughter standing there, a man and woman behind each of them, masked, and holing their arms. He could also see Amy sitting in a chair, her hands behind her back with her ankle and knees bound, white tape covering her mouth.
“Hmmshhrrheemhstersthn” she mumbled as Charles whispered “what’s going on…”
“Good evening Mister Stone – my name is Jay Edwards.”
The soft English accent took Charles by surprise as he turned round. “Jay Edwards? But…”
“Oh I do operate here occasionally,” Jay said as the woman behind Carol said in a soft Scottish accent “Dinnae be scared lassie – young Chuck ahn Samantha wahn tae see ye. Ah just need tae tie yer wrists together first – I promise, it disnae hurt.”
“Mom…”
“Let the lady do as she asks,” Emma whispered as the woman came round and crossed Carol’s wrists in front of her, and then bound them together with white rope. “Cum wi me,” the masked woman said as she walked Carol out of the room, while Jay said “now, both of you, hands behind your back…”
“Where are we going?”
“In here, lassie,” Mrs McPhee said as she opened the door to the television room, and Carol walked in.
“Hllthrrrr!”
She looked at Chuck and Samantha as they sat in bean bags. Their wrists were also tied together in front of them, and then to the aropes below their knees – but each of them had their large scarves tied round their heads, covering their noses and mouths as they wriggled round.
“Ye cahn sit here,” Mrs McPhee said s she pointed to a third bean bag, Carol sat down, watching as the masked woman took more white rope and tied her ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her knees, before tying rope from her wrists to her legs.
“Now ye need tae keep nice ahn quiet,” she said as she folded a black wool scarf into a band, and then tied it tightly round her head, covering her mouth as she did so. “Whthhphsnnh,” she mumbled through the band.
“Noo – we wait fer yer cousins.”
“You want me to raid my company?”
“Correct – and to ensure you do, everyone else will be kept safe here,” Jay said with a smile as Ophelia pressed the white tape over Emma’s mouth. Both were now bound in the same way as Amy, his wife twisting her legs round as they all heard a car draw up outside. “So, remain calm, and explain to those arriving now what is going to happen…”
They all sat still and listened as they heard the door open and close, and then a female voice say “hey - it’s a bit quiet in here isn’t…”
“Hello – all of you, please, put your hands on your head and walk into the front room.”