The Old Lady Robbers and a Couple of Helpless GIDS This story is a fetish bondage story, which includes non-consensual sexual acts. If such things bother you, please don't read it. It is tongue-in-cheek fiction. The author would not wish these things to happen to anyone, male or female, in real life. Thomas Silk Copyright 2016 Knotty Silk Scarf Productions Stevie stood there in absolute silence...okay, not absolute...but as quiet as the white cotton gloved hand of the 62 year old could keep him and that was pretty quiet considering that his friend, Mike, who was walking away a few feet on the other side of the door, heard nothing. Stevie had been asked by his mother to pay a quick visit to a distant relative while on his trip to visit Mike. In many ways, Stevie and Mike were opposites. Stevie was the thin nerd type with the plastic frame glasses while Mike was the cool kid with the slicked back hair and the fast car. Fate had brought them together when Stevie had helped Mike graduate high school and in return Mike had saved Stevie when he was bullied by another kid. They found that they had several interests in common, including cars and girls...although Mike was much better with the girls than was Stevie. Stevie was a genius with cars. It had been several months since they had seen each other. Stevie was starting college and Mike was now a grease monkey at a garage with ambitions to race cars. When Stevie and Mike had approached the front door of the old house in the upper income neighborhood, it was obvious that the front door was ajar. "Aunt Beatrice? It's your nephew, Steve. I'm sorry that I am early, but my friend's plans changed," Stevie said in a loud voice pasted the partially opened door. "I'm glad you are early. Please come in, Steve," the gravelly woman's voice replied from behind the door. "Okay man, I'll pick you up in an hour, but it might be less," Mike informed Stevie. Stevie had taken the bus to see his friend and was depended on Mike for his transportation. Mike had a sweet ride, which was a babe magnetic in 1959. Mike had promised Stevie some action during his visit and Mike was known for his skills with the chicks. Stevie nodded and entered the house. It was like going from a bright sunlit day to a cave. It took a moment for Stevie's eyes to adapt. There was an older lady, perhaps in her 60's. She was slender, perhaps half a foot shorter than Stevie's 5'8" height and had an oval wrinkled face with a lot of white hair visible under the hat that had fake flowers coming off of it. There was a cigarette between her lips. With her good figure, the woman wore a long sleeve, tight fitting floral dress that emphasized her modest breasts. Despite the fact that she was a handsome woman, it was obvious that she wasn't young. There were two problems. His Aunt Beatrice was in her 40's, still had brunette hair, was tall, didn't smoke and this woman wasn't his aunt. Unfortunately, for Stevie this realization came a fraction of a second too late. A gloved hand grabbed him from behind twisting his arm behind his back and the other hand covered his mouth, gripping it like a vice. Stevie never had the chance to utter a sound. His natural reaction was to pull the hand away from his mouth. Two things stopped him...the cautionary pain caused by his twisted arm being forced higher up his back and the cane the woman in front of him raised ready to strike him. Stevie froze. There was a roar of a car engine as Mike quickly drove away. "Good boy," the woman snickered and then went to the window checking that Mike had really left, "He's gone. What do we do about this one? Clothesline and a babushka?" "You know I hate the term babushka, just because you don't wear headscarves, you don't have to call them that," the second woman replied from behind Stevie, still holding him tightly. The woman was taller than the first woman. He couldn't really see her, but his head was next to hers and he felt the soft silk covering her head. He could also smell a very potent perfume. "Dear, when you wear them, they are headscarves. When he wears them, they are babushkas. I'll get the clothesline and will select an appropriate babushka. Maybe we can get out of here before his friend gets back. Of course, if you hadn't left the door open, there would be no need to hurry," the shorter woman said as she quickly went off down the hall. "She can be a real bitch sometimes, you know," the taller woman whispered in Stevie's ear, "But you'll find that out soon enough. We're going to have some fun with you, honey. Usually, we only get broads. A young guy like you at this time of day is a rare find" A chill went up and back down Stevie's spine. What did she mean 'fun?' The short woman returned with clothesline and a sharp knife from the kitchen. While she wasn't using the knife as a weapon, it could easily become one. The short woman then walked next to Stevie and selected a silk scarf hanging on the hat rack in the hallway. It was a medium sized headscarf with bands of different colors making squares a couple of inches thick around the scarf from the outer edge of the scarf moving towards the box in the center of the scarf. The scarf had brown, yellow, cream and green boxes, which when folded into a triangle became 'V's' displayed on the scarf. At least it wasn't one of the bright floral scarves that was on the hat rack. The short woman pulled the drapes closed covering up the window facing the front street and a potential rescue. "Now continue to be a good boy...okay? We'll wrap you up nice and tight and you can watch us clean this place out," the shorter woman said with an evil smile, "Oh, you can call me Miss Flowers and my partner there is Miss Babushka" "Miss Scarf!!!" Miss Scarf hissed. "Okay, Miss Scarf...for today," Miss Flowers smiled. The introductions were more for the woman's partner, Stevie suspected, than him. Miss Scarf maneuvered Stevie into the front room, which was now significantly darker than before with the drapes closed. The woman behind him forced Stevie in front of the sofa. The shorter woman, Miss Flowers, moved the table in front of the sofa out of the way. Stevie was forced to his knees in front of the sofa by Miss Scarf. Miss Flowers cut off a length of clothesline while puffing on her cigarette and pulled Stevie's free hand behind his back. Miss Scarf kept her right hand over his mouth while assisting Miss Flowers in tying Stevie's hands behind his back with the other. These two old women were just too strong for him. It was embarrassing. Stevie felt the cord tighten around his wrists as Miss Flowers looped it around and between his wrists. If there was ever any doubt as to how serious these old ladies were, Stevie now knew the answer. His wrists were securely bound. Miss Flowers folded the headscarf into a triangle and then down several times making a two inch band with the apex of the scarf hanging below the band. Miss Scarf took her hand away and the soft silk encased Stevie's lower face. Stevie thought this attempt at a gag was a joke. This was going to keep him quiet? A lady's silk scarf? Really? He would shake this gag off in a couple of minutes. Girls...No...Old Ladies, they can't tie up anyone. Miss Flowers pushed Stevie's head down on the sofa's cushion to insure a tight tie, looped a half knot with the ends of the scarf at the back of Stevie's head and pulled as hard as she could. The silk tightened around Stevie's face causing his face to become indented with the silk encasement. The soft silk tightened into what felt more like steel now. Stevie let out an involuntary grunt. Miss Flowers quickly secured the gag with a tight bow without loosing any of the tightness. Most silk held a tight bow as well as it held a tight knot. Miss Flowers never failed to use a simply gesture of knotting a gag with a girlie bow as a way of humiliating a captive, particularly a young man, but it also worked on women. Even for a woman, knotting a gag with a bow told her that her captor didn't consider her worthy of a real knot. The danger, of course, was that a bow was easier to untie if someone could reach it with their hands...something Miss Flowers or Miss Scarf would never allow. When they tied people, they stayed tied, When they gagged people, they stayed gagged. If Stevie had thought that he would be able to rid himself of the scarf covering his mouth, he realized he was wrong. The scarf would be very difficult to dislodge. The apex of the scarf extended just below his chin and Miss Scarf reached around and yanked it. The scarf didn't budge. "Nice job!" Miss Scarf told her partner. "Just because I don't wear scarves doesn't mean I can't force someone else to wear one and look pretty," Miss Flowers gloated. Stevie figured that he should be able to yell through the scarf and tried. The scarf was made of thick, tightly woven silk. Very little noise came out of his mouth, much to his dismay. Now no one would hear him outside the house and might not hear him a couple of rooms away. For the first time, Stevie realized how helpless he was. Much to his surprise, that excited him. The two women forced him from his knees onto his butt. They both had big grins on their faces. They were enjoying this...his humiliation. Two old ladies...enjoying the fact that they were dominating him. It was the first chance for Stevie to see 'Miss Scarf,' the woman wearing the silk headscarf knotted under her chin. Again, she was old, which her face showed. Stevie assumed that she was in her early 60's. She was taller than Miss Flowers and stronger than he imagined looking at her well-proportioned body. She had on a tight fitting leather skirt, a white silk blouse and the white cotton gloves. The scarf was white with large red and yellow roses on it. Miss Scarf's scarf wasn't as made of the same thick silk that was gagging Stevie. It was more of a summer scarf. Stevie was gagged with an early spring scarf designed for warmth. All Stevie could see of Miss Scarf's face was a puff of black and gray hair coming out from under the scarf over her forehead, large round sunglasses and big bright red lips, which formed a confident smile. In her youth, this was one sexy woman, but now her face was lined with wrinkles, some deep, around those lips. And yet, he felt himself becoming hard, a fact that both women noticed as cord was wrapped around his body pinning his arms to his sides. His legs were bound above the knees and the ankles. Finally, his shoes were removed after Stevie tried to kick Miss Scarf. "If looks could kill," Miss Flowers commented, "But his body tells a different story. I think he is enjoying this" They took turns rubbing the bulge in his pants, much to Stevie's displeasure. He shook his head and tried to talk through his gag, which was hopeless. He squirmed in his ropes and all of his resistance just made the two women laugh. Stevie's face turned beet red with embarrassment. He felt himself get harder and there seemed to be nothing he could do to stop it. Stevie was on the floor leaning against the sofa. There was no place he could escape the attention. The women stopped suddenly and began what could only be called a systematic ransacking of the house. While they watched Stevie from time-to-time, much of the time Stevie was alone. He struggled to get free, but he only got frustrated. The clothesline held him tight and the damn scarf wouldn't move despite all his efforts to work his mouth. He could feel the knotted bow at the back of his neck causing a sore spot to develop. This contrasted with the bow itself which caressed his neck with soft silk as he struggled. The apex of the scarf was worse as it tickled his chin and neck every time Stevie shook his head or worked his mouth, which was mostly constantly. Then there was the sweet perfume smell of the scarf, which was directly under his nose. Do women soak their scarves in perfume? Miss Scarf finally sat on the sofa, next to him, but above him. He looked up at her. She was smoking a cigarette, taking a break from gathering up valuables. "Look kid, we have been doing this for 40 years. It is how we make our living. You aren't going to get free. We've tied up guys and gals and kids. They all think they are going to get free, but they never do," Miss Scarf told Stevie as she took a long drag on her cigarette and Stevie grunted through the scarf, "Kid, if we had any interest in what you had to say, we wouldn't have tied that silk scarf over your mouth. I know that you think we won't get away with this, but you and your friend are the only ones that could possible stop us. Look at you. You allowed two old women to tie you up like a package for the post and we forced you to wear a lady's headscarf, a babushka, over you mouth and it is keeping you nice and quiet. How embarrassing is that. Not something you want to tell a girl. Face it kid, you are no match for us. And if your friend comes back too soon, he'll end up right next to you, bound and gagged" Miss Scarf laughed as she took another drag and blew the smoke in Stevie's face. Stevie squirmed in his ropes again to no avail. The squeal of tires brought the two women to the front window where they peaked out of the window. "I looks like your friend has come back. Shall we invite him in, Miss Scarf? There is plenty of clothesline and a nice feminine babushka for him,"Miss Flowers asked as she picked up her cane. "We probably should leave out the back while we can, but I did promise the kid that he would have company. Let's invite him in," Miss Scarf said with a smile. They went to open the door. "Hi, I'm Mike and I'm here to pick up Stevie," Mike said as he approached the door and saw the two women. "Unfortunately Mike, Steve is tied up at the moment, but you are welcome to come in and wait with him," Miss Flowers replied as she opened the door to allow Mike inside. Mike hadn't heard the 'wait with him' comment. As he walked inside, Mike heard the grunting and mmmppphhhing by Stevie. As his eyes adjusted to the dark room, Mike saw his friend sitting on the floor leaning up against the sofa. "What the hell is going on?" Mike hissed as he realized that Stevie was bound and gagged. "Language, MIKE! We don't say 'hell,' do we? You have walked in on a robbery and we are armed. On your knees with your hands behind your back...NOW!" Miss Flowers yelled. "Armed? You don't have a gun or a knife. You untie my friend right now and I'll let you walk away," Mike hissed. Mike was not exactly a fan of the police so calling them wasn't the first thing that came to mind. He could easily take these two old ladies. Mike figured they must be upwards of 90 years old. What were they going to do? "Or what, big boy? You going to beat up a couple of old ladies?" Miss Scarf replied. Mike wasn't sure what he would do. He had never hit a girl and wasn't about to start now, but he wasn't going to get on his knees and let them tie him up like they had Stevie. He could understand Stevie being overpowered by these two, but he was a real man...okay he was still only 21, but he controlled babes and old women, not the other way around. The pain on Mike's shoulder told him that he might have underestimated these old broads. Then more pain as he tried to cover his head with his arms. "Hey, that really hurts. Stop hitting me," Mike cried. "On your knees, hands behind your back!," Miss Flowers yelled as the cane came down for another blow and then another. Mike didn't know how to stop the assault and the blows were starting to take its toll as Mark hunkered down trying to protect himself. If only he had rushed the two old broads in the first place, but he had underestimated them. "Okay, okay, I give up...stop hitting me<" Mike cried. Stevie was surprised when Mike got to his knees and put his hands behind his back. Miss Scarf quickly wrapped clothesline around Mike's wrists. Mike raised his head and mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to Stevie. Stevie had never seen Mike look so defeated and by these two old ladies! Mike seemed to stare at the silk scarf covering Stevie's mouth. "Don't worry, I got a nice girlie babushka gag for a big strong fella like you, honey," Miss Flowers hissed in Mike's ear. She then wrapped the bright floral headscarf, the same size and thickness as Stevie's gag, over Mike's lower face, pushed his head down and knotted a very tight feminine bow at the back of Mike's neck. Mike had felt the silk go from feminine soft to a serious gag. When Mike raised his head again, cord was wrapped around his body pinning his arms to his body. The tight white tee shirt he was wearing strained from the cords. Miss Scarf tied him at the knees and ankles over his tight jeans. She removed his boots. As promised, Mike was sitting next to Stevie, bound and gagged. The reddish color of Mike's face displayed his embarrassment for all to see, much to his further embarrassment and much to the glee of the two women. Mike, like Stevie, was clean shaven...at least he was in the morning, but now he had stubble unlike Stevie. Stevie realized that Mike would have even more problems getting the scarf off of his mouth with the stubble acting like little pins in the silk. Mike tried to say something and realized how well gagged he was. There was hope because once these women left, they would be able to communicate through the gags and get free before anyone found them like this. At least, that was Stevie's plan. It took another 20 minutes for the old women to finish ransacking the house. They came and looked at their two captives. "These guys must really like this," Miss Flowers said as the two women looked at the bulges in the pants of Stevie and Mike, "Don't worry, guys. Young bucks like you usually get turned on when older gals like us tie and gag you like a couple of girls. Its only natural to show your submissive feminine side. It is nothing to be ashamed of" The two guys shook their heads, but Stevie had known that he was turned on for reasons he didn't understand, but was surprised to see that Mike was also. "They must want us to relieve them," Miss Scarf said with a smile. Mike and Stevie continued to shake their heads. "Well, they aren't saying 'no,' are they?" Miss Flowers grinned. "They are gagged, Miss Flowers," Miss Scarf pointed out. "Even if they are trying to tell us no, their bodies are saying yes and we never have said no to a willing body, have we Miss Babushka...I mean Miss Scarf?" Stevie and Mike made as much noise as possible through their scarf gags and squirmed, although whether this was in fear or anticipation is lost to history. "Well, they are asking for it, aren't they?" Miss Scarf asked. No further discussion was forthcoming as the women flipped a coin to decided who got who. Miss Scarf got Stevie first. In unison, they undid the belts and pulled the pants and briefs down just far enough to allow Mike's and Stevie's manhood to pop out. Miss Flowers pulled out the cigarette pack that was rolled up in Mike's sleeve, and lit up one of the cigarettes, she then pulled down her pantyhose and pushed her twat into Mike's face. Mike usually had women giving him oral sex and wasn't used to having his face in a woman's twat. She rubbed her twat all over his face. The same thing was happening to Stevie. Both guys had to work hard not to retch. Breathing was difficult. Not only were these old twats, they were less than fresh having been exerting themselves during the robbery. Both women came down and directed the guys' hard members into their twats. Much to the surprise of Stevie and Mike, their manhood responded to being in these old ladies' twats as the women gyrated around as well as any young woman would. Both women came after a few minutes and Mike and Stevie came in turn as the twats squeezed them. The women kept pumping until there was nothing left to pump. Grabbing the handkerchiefs from the boys' back pockets, Stevie and Mike watched as the women cleaned themselves and then cleaned the boys. Without saying a word, the two women switched places and began to use their mouths to excite the boys' manhoods again, leaving lipstick marks. Stevie and Mike squirmed in the cords and made objections through their scarf gagged mouths, but they started getting hard again, to their surprise. "You better have enough for one more, boys," Miss Flowers finally said. To their dismay, they got very hard again and the two women mounted them again. It took longer, but all four came again, a painful cum for the guys. Satisfied, the women clean themselves again. They pulled up the young men's briefs and and pants just enough to cover their manhoods. "These two will get free too quickly if we don't make some improvements starting with their gags," Miss Scarf explained. "A little mouth stuffing should do to prevent them from communicating. I wonder what we should use?" Miss Flowers replied as she held up the cum soaked handkerchief. "Excellent idea, Miss Flowers," Miss Scarf replied holding up her handkerchief. Stevie and Mark shook their head violently, but the two women pealed the scarf off of their faces and force fed the wet wadded handkerchiefs into their mouths. Stevie and Mark retched and fought, but that made the two women even more determined to get every last bit of wet cotton into their mouths. That completed, the tight fitting scarves were pulled back up over the guy's mouths and they tightened the girlie bow knots that held the scarves tight across their mouths.. They checked to make sure the gags were secure. They were secure. Someone would have to assist the guys in getting the gags off. The full flavor of their new gags and realization of what would keep them very quiet for the next few hours began to dawn on the two young men. The handkerchiefs didn't actually taste that bad, but they had to work at not throwing up realizing why they were wet and that they were the other's handkerchief meaning that... These women really wanted to humiliate them. The worst part was...they really could not communicate. The handkerchief in their mouths prevented anything more than unintelligent noise. The scarf muffled what little noise that came out of their mouths. They had been gagged by experts. "Tasty gags for tasty guys," Miss Flowers laughed, "Now...more babushkas and a couple brooms for these guys" What the hell were those for? But the two guys could only squirm. Miss Scarf was already bringing two more headscarves. They were folded much like the gagging scarves had been and the scarves were tied over the eyes with a tight floppy girlie bow at the back of the head. This time both Stevie and Mike got colorful floral scarves. The perfume was once again nearly overpowering as the apex of the scarf blindfold covered his nose. But it was a different perfume...another woman? His aunt's daughter? Of more concern was the mention of brooms. Indeed, brooms were brought and Stevie and Mike were pulled flat onto the floor. The top end of the broomstick was forced through the cords at the ankles, then knees and finally the back body ropes...not an easy task given how tight the rope was to begin with. The broom itself was wedged between their feet. It was impossible for Stevie and Mike to move or bend. Even rolling was difficult. These bitches had truly made them helpless. The two women left shortly afterwards. They each gave each young man a wet kiss on their gagged mouth leaving a lipstick impression of their lips on the scarf gag. They laughed as they left. One would like to think that Stevie and Mike managed to free themselves. They didn't. In fact, the brooms made it impossible for them to even move together to work on their ropes. If they had been able to move, they were blindfolded and effectively gagged preventing any cooperation on working on the cords. They were truly helpless. Two hours later, Stevie's aunt arrived home with her daughter, Ellen, who was about Stevie's age. It was quite obvious what had been done to Stevie and Mike given the stains on their pants, but that was never talked about or related to the police. Stevie and Mike told the police that two young women with guns had tied them up, but the neighbors had reported only seeing a couple of old ladies coming from the house. The police detective looked skeptically at the two guys, but said nothing. He knew that this would be yet another unsolved robbery by two old ladies that got their jollies from the people they robbed, who really didn't want them caught. Stevie had a longer visit with his aunt than expected. Both he and Mike helped clean up the mess the robbers had made and assisted making an inventory of the losses. Stevie really liked his aunt and felt sorry for her. Her daughter Ellen never seemed to leave Mike's side while Stevie was there. Rumor had it that Mike and Ellen became a couple and that wasn't the last time that Mike was bound, gagged and used by a woman. But that is another story. The End