To protect my hair from the sun, darling," she had said earlier on, as she saw Sarah wondering why a scarf was necessary on such a hot day. When the two brothers realized they could not pay the prize money for the brass band contest, they came up with a plan... Stephanie then took some long coils of soft white cotton rope from under the bed and proceeded to tightly wrap the mummified body in evenly-spaced tight coils of rope. Starting at Sarah's waist, she wrapped coils of rope around the silk-covered body, overlapping the coils to provide a clove hitch effect and pulling tight after each turn.

It seemed such a pity to wake her up; as she lay there, her tousled red hair strewn across the pillow, a faint smile on her lips, she looked oh so very sweet and innocent, more like a teenaged schoolgirl than a hardened (though still unconvicted) criminal. Still, wake her he did, very gently. Sorry, it's all my fault," Cindy apologized as she got to her feet. "I shouldn't have brought that subject up." Kat eventually gave up and lay exhausted on the floor. Then it was the cashier's turn to pull at Kat's knots. The result was the same. The young woman had failed to make any progress with the sheriff's knots. The cashier finally realized this and pulled her fingers away. She rolled onto her side and waited. Kat also rolled onto her side, since that was the most comfortable position. The two dejected young women lay facing each other on the cold floor of the small office. Perhaps as an oversight, the men had left the lights on in the small room. What?’ shouted Suzanne. “You can´t be serious! I mean ... look, I´m white, I´m a regular churchgoer. How can I be a terrorist?’ She then took a cell phone from her purse and made a call. I heard her say, "It's OK, come on in." In a few minutes, I heard the door open and two men came in. Both were quite big, and had multiple tattoos and piercings. One had a duffel bag with him. He dumped it out onto the floor. It contained what looked like miles of rope, and some white cloths. At that moment, I realized that I was about to be tied up, and possibly gagged.Sarah was starting to regain her senses, as the drugged lemonade started to wear off and her mind started to clear. As it did so came a feeling of impending panic. Only a few minutes ago she had been deadheading roses and minding her own business. Quite bizarrely, she was now a mummified, bound, gagged and hooded prisoner, of a woman who was quite clearly deranged. As soon as the disgusting rag was in her mouth, Kat began to retch and gag. The robber ignored her distress and grabbed a roll of duct tape from the duffel bag. He tore the tape from the roll and plastered it over Kat's stuffed mouth. He lashed the tape completely around her head, disregarding the havoc it would create on her hair when removed. After several loops around her head and her mouth, the he tore off the duct tape and smoothed the end against her cheek. WPC Drummond has been tasked with training a newly recruited constable. Today however, it all goes wrong and she's the one who is being shown the ropes...

Kat was extremely uncomfortable. As a Palm City detective, she had heard and read reports about crime victims--particularly women--who got tied up by criminals. She had never actually thought about how it felt to be bound and helpless. Now she knew, and she didn't care for it. But the worst was yet to come. Sarah was yet again surprised by Stephanie's turn of phrase, but grasped the warm delicate hand as she felt Stephanie's fingers firmly entwine in hers and allowed herself to be led in through the French doors.Kat felt her stomach twitch. The robber apparently had an accomplice. This was getting worse by the minute. She had to act now. The nervous robber had the gun trained on her but his head was turned. Without warning, Kat lunged at the man. Kat then heard loud thumping coming from behind a closed door across the store. The same door the man had stared at when she had entered. Kat turned toward the cashier to observe his reaction. He swallowed nervously and his face filled with apprehension. Something was definitely wrong. Muffled screaming followed the thumping. The white robber reached for the young woman's tight yellow top and jerked it up past her breasts, revealing a matching pink bra that strained to hold up a pair of full breasts! The girl shrieked with indignation but could only squirm helplessly as the robber pulled her bra past her jiggling breasts! Really!" Stephanie exclaimed, turning to a side table on which was piled a large selection of richly coloured silk scarves, some of which were already folded in to bandages of varying widths and lengths. "Well, isn't that interesting?" Wendy was worried. What would "Mother" do while she kept her company? So far, she hadn't hurt her much apart from adding the bondage hood and head to toe rope to her bondage. But Wendy wouldn't put it past her to be a lot nastier, though she really hoped not. Being deprived of her sight and ability to move was driving Wendy around the bend, but of course there was no point in saying that or asking for anything to be eased. It also had the effect of making her far more aware of bodily sensations, so that she was reacting far more to the vibrator than she had initially.

Sarah's silk-wrapped body bounced about on the bed and muffled sounds of fear and terror came from beneath the gag. Please don´t commit a breach of the peace, Miss Peters. Now we´re not racially prejudiced, you know. We don´t assume that all terrorists are coloured or all coloured people are terrorists. Please would you get into the van.’ I saw the frown on her face and I could tell that the guys were going to have to stay away longer. I didn't pay any attention to the rest of the conversation. I was too depressed. I slumped down on the sofa and cried. I missed Brian a lot. I had never thought of that possibility before. Brian had never tried this with me. Maybe he was as reserved as I was. Or maybe he just didn't like to do that. But either way it didn't matter. I was more than happy with my relationship with Brian. Our sex life was just fine if you asked me. I put those thoughts out of my head and changed into my clothes. They went in and raided the house. They searched every foot of the house but could not find Wendy. One of the men found the room in the basement. It had a bed in it with bits of rope and the ball gag on the floor, but there was no sign of Wendy. Had George just lost his niece forever? He could not believe that. In her room, he found her phone, her purse and other things that she would not have left behind. He accused Brent: “Where is Wendy? I know you have done something to her!"The prospect of being gagged did not appeal to Kat whatsoever. "You don't have to do that," she protested. "There's no one around to hear us." Had she been alone in the room, Kat might have shed some tears of outrage and humiliation; but the fact there was a young woman gazing at her stiffened Kat's resolve. If she was going to spend the next several hours bound, gagged, and helpless; she might as well do it with as much dignity as possible. Tied up or not, she was still the sheriff of Durango County and had an image to uphold. As soon as he went into the house, he rushed down to the basement where Lilith was playing with Wendy. "Hello dear," she said. "Wendy's had ever so many orgasms, and she's really getting used to having a butt plug, aren't you, my young tycoon?"