2 couples in distress – Captured by the sniper

It was a hot Saturday afternoon somwhere in the US. My wife and I, we were spending some days in the house of Ginger, a business lady in her sixties who we had got to know during a bank robbery together with her son in law Ed. All four of us had been taken as hostages by the bank robbers and we had spend some fearful and thrilling hours tightly bound and gagged at the complete mercy of some very determinated criminals. At the end of our bondage ordeal Ginger had offered us to stay some days in her house as the police had asked us to stay a few days more for possible later inquires and we had to complete some formalties to get new passports and credit cards as the bank robbers had taken my wife’s purse with all our documents. Ginger and Ed had been very kind and helpful to deal with all and they had told us that on the day of the bank robbery they had just met for lunch to discuss some family matters and then Ginger remembered that she had forgotten to do an urgent banking transaction and so they had entered the bank just some moments before the lunch break and we had become acquainted with each other under those really special and thrilling circonstances.

Now Ginger was in her office and Ed, my wife and I we were to join her there and to help her with her move as she was moving to a better located place. As we were calling her on her mobile, Ginger had no idea of the guy who was lurking behind her office door.

„Hi Ed, great that you will help me with the move, it’s just a few items which I’ve to put into my car. Okay, I’ll let the door open, just come upstairs. Greetings to Christina and George, see you“

As soon as Ginger had finished the call, the masked guy approached her from behind the door. Ginger got stiffy scared as she remarked the shadow behind her…

A few seconds later Ginger was grabbed by a strong arm and hand gagged and then she felt the barrel of a gun in her back

„UMMMMPH. MMMMMH“

„Easy coozie, calm down,  don’t make any problems. You just shoud’nt work on Saturday, isn’t it. Need you office for a little business. Lucky you that I went prepared and brought enough rope to take care of you and your friends. What are you waiting for, move!

„UMMMMPH. MMMMMPH!“

Still handgagged, Ginger was pushed into the next room. The guy took off her skarf, knotted it in the middle and used it to gag her. Then he tied her up with a piece of rope which was wounded several times around her wrists, chest and belly….

„UMMMPH…MMMMMMMG

„Shut up, coo. Only hope your friends won’t make any problems. Would be much better for them, hahaha“

A few minutes later Ed, my wife and me we arrived at Ginger’s office. The door had been left open and when we came in, we heard a desperate moaning from the next room:

„UMMMMMMPH. MMMMGG“

Before we could do anything we heard a sharp menacing voice behind our back:

„No move, no cry sissies. Hands up and keep calm. Got it?!

Completely taken by surprise, we did as we were told to do. Ed and I, we were stiffy scared, trembling on our whole body. Only my wife dared to speak to our captor:

„For heavens sake. Who are you? What is the meaning of this? What have you done to our friend?“

„Shut up, coo! Just move and keep shut. Got it?“

We were brought to the next room were Ginger was struggling bound and gagged on the floor:

„UMMMMPH. MMMMMMHG.

We were told to cross our wrists behind our buttocks and I was the first to be tied up. A piece of rope was wounded several times around my chest and belly and then my wrists were tightly knotted.

„Okay, sissy man, sit down next to your friend. Lucky you, that you are such weaksisters. Make thing much easier.  And you two, don’t dare to move and just wait your turn. Would be much healthier for you, haha.

Ed and my wife stood still there, their hands crossed behind. As our captor had put down his gun while tying me up, Ed briefly thought to fight our captor off, but then he was just too scared and thought he would’nt have the slightest chance against the tough and determinated guy…

A few moments later I was sitting next to Ginger, gagged with my own scarf and tightly bound on wrists and ankles. Powerless I was forced to see how the guy took off my wife’s scarf, knotted it in the middle and stuffed it into her mouth, knotting it tightly behind her neck. Then she was tied up with a piece of rope, too.

„That’s it, Coozie, come on and sit down next to your friend. Just don’t understand why you have to come to the office on such a nice Saturday and don*t let my do my business here. And you, weaksister, don’t dare to move. Just stand still and wait your turn, hero!“

Ed stood still there, his hands crossed behind his buttocks, trembling on his whole body. He was deeply humiliated that he hadn’t the courage to fight off the guy while he was tying up me wife, but he knew too well that he would put all our lifes in risk if he would dare to do the slightest resistance.

Soon my wife was sitting next to Ginger and me, joining us in our most complete bondage ordeal. Ed was the last one to be gagged and tied up. The guy took off  Ed’s red tie, knotted it in the middle,stuffed it into his mouth and knotted it tightly behind his neck. Then several loops of rope were wounded around Ed’s chest, belly and wrists

„There we go, Mr. Trembleman, lucky you that you behaved so well, guess you’re even a bigger weaksister then the other fruit. Must say, you two wimpsters and the two bossy coozies, it’s just the perfect match, hahaha.“

A few moments later all four were sitting tightly bound and gagged on the floor wondering what this all was about. We just couldn’t believe that only a few days after our thrilling bank robbery hostage ordeal all four of us were once again in the most complete bondage distress. And we became even more appalled as the guy left the room and then came back with a kind of suitcase, opened it and picked out a rifle with a telescopic sight. Then he went to the window next to us and apparently was waiting for his target. We were actually at the complete mercy of a sniper and were going to be completely powerless witnesses of a cold blooded murder. But, when you are completely helpless, there is one thing you can do: pray!

And so my wife and I, as in other bondaged adventures, we started to pray imploringly to the Lord to save the victim, to do something to prevent the crime, we prayed the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy which is a very strong prayer:  „For the sake of His sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world“ 

We prayed for about two hours or more, we had no idea who might be the target, we only new that down over the road there was a hotel which was used as congress center, too and some business buildings and a luxury restaurant. So the victim might come out off one of these buildings. And thanks God it seemed that our prayers were heard, as after some more time our captor got impatient as the target did not appear and he started blasheming….

Then, after more or less one hour more, the sniper got really angry. He came back from the windows and pointed his gun at us:

„Well folks, really eager to shot somebody today. No idea why the fucking target hasn’t appeared. Costs me a lot of money. But can’t leave witnesses, you understand. If you just weren’t such two horny coozies and such two damned wimpy fruits. No grace to kill such chicken-hearted sissies. So I’ll give you a chance. Give me just a reason to spare you and struggle for your live. Give me a good show! Come on! Beg for your fucking lives!“

We were appalled beyond believe. And then we did as we were told to do. For more then five long minutes we moanend and groaned and whimpered desperately into our gags, begging imploringly for mercy…

After more or less five long minutes where we were desperately struggling and begging for our lifes our captor finally lowered the rifle…

„Well, well, good show, folks, really, would be no grace to kill such wimpy scaredy-cats. You really love your fucking life, isn’t it. And to be honest, you haven’t the slightest idea who has been the target, so there’s nothing you could tell to the police.

So farewell, sissies, enjoy your damned fucking wimpy lifes, hahaha.

A few moments later, our captor had put his rifle back into the suitcase and left us behind, still tighly bound and gagged.

„Enjoy yourself, sissies, guess it will keep some time before somebody will find you and believe me, I really know how to make knots, so I guess you won’t be able to free yourselves.

Take care!“

The he had disappeared and we were incredibly relieved to be alive and unharmed, even being still tightly bound and gagged.

After our captor had splitted we still waited some time before we started struggling to get rid of our tight bonds. But our captor had been right, he really knew how to make knots and we weren’t able to even loosen a little bit our tight knotted bonds.

After some desperate hours of useless struggle my wife finally got an idea to get at least rid of her gag. She got in an hog-tie position so that Ed could reach her gag with his fingers. I tried to do the same with Ginger.

After some time Ed actually managed to remove my wife’s gag out off her mouth. My wife called desperately for help several times but as it was late Saturday afternoon in an office building there was nobody who could hear us. So we had to spend the whole weekend in tight bondage and we even didn't make no more efforts to remove the other gags as calling for help was completely useless…

It was only on Monday morning when we heard some noise on the floor. My wife called for help again and we were finally found by a cleaning lady.

After having been freed from our bonds we went to the police station to make our evidences. As our captor had told us, there was not much we were able to tell to the police, only that we had been bound and gagged by a sniper who wanted to kill somebody out off Ginger’s office, but we hadn’t the slightest idea who might have been the target.

But we were completely relieved that we had survived unharmed an other thrilling bondage ordeal and we decided that we would have a festive dinner one of the next evenigs before that my wife and I would continue our round trip in the US…

Two couples in distress - Bank robbery hostage ordeal

It was some minutes before lunch time when my wife Christina and I entered the small bank somewhere in a middle sized town in the US. My wife and I, we had rented a car and were on a round trip in the US to make some tourism and to visit some friends we had met during our work as Christian missionaries. We were short of cash money and stopped at the bank to change some Euro into US-Dollars. There were only the two female tellers and on other middle aged couple in the bank who had entered the bank a few time after us. And then suddenly, we heard sharp, menacing voices behind us:

"Hands up. No move, no cries! Got it! Hands up, I say!

We were all completely appalled. The two female teller raised up their hands immediately, trembling with fear. We and the other couple turned around, facing the three bank robbers who had entered the bank. My wife nestled to me in search of protection and we raised up our hands:

"Okay sissies, down to the floor, all four of you. What are you waiting for. Do it! Now!

  We'll give you a nice tie up, haha!

"You teller, you'll lock up the front door. It's lunch time, isn't it, hahaha!

"And you, coozie, you'll put all the cash into the bag. What are you waiting for? Do it!

​It seemed that the three robbers were well prepared. I was the first to be tied up and gagged. A purple coloured piece of rag was stuffed into my mouth and knotted up tightly behind my neck. It had been prepared with a kind of bolt in the middle so that it made a perfect gag. Then my wrists were tightly ziptied and I moaned into my gag.

"UMMMP"

"Calm down, sissy, be a man once in your lifetime, hahaha.. Your wife will join you soon. Come on safary lady, it's your turn now."

My wife had sat down on the floor, next to me, still with her hands up to show her complete surrender and submission.

"Listen, we...we'll do what ever you tell us to do. Just do us any harm, please.

Next to us, the men, who was in his fourties, tried to calm down his trembling female companion, who was around sexty years old, but still in very good shape. 

"Oh Ed, for heavens sake. What are they going to do with us. Why do they tie us up?"

"Calm down, Ginger. Let's just stand it. They only want the money. For sure they will split soon."

A few time later all four us were sitting on the floor below the counter, tightly gagged and even more tightly ziptied on wrists and ankles. The three robbers had forced the two female tellers to go down with them to the strongroom. Some twenty minutes later the three robbers reappeared, without the tellers who apparantly had been left bound and gagged behind in the strongroom. Apparently the criminals had especially waited for lunch time to do the robbery as the bank was closing for one hour during lunch time. So the robbers could do the robbery in all ease and they would have enough time for their getaway. The three robbers were to leave the bank through a back door and we were relieved and thought that we would had to stand our bondage distress for maybe one more hour or so, and then we would be found and released by the police, alerted by afternoon customers who weren't able to enter into the bank. But suddenly the three robbers were back, talking Billingsgate. They told us that outside were the police and that we were to be shot in case the authorities would not fulfill exactly their demand. We were completely appalled, but for my wife and me, it was not the first time we were taken hostages and bound and gagged, we had been homeinvaded several times in Germany and in Brazil and we had been assaulted, tied up and robbed also several times during touristic exursions all over the world. So we did the only thing a completely helpless and powerless women or men can do, we prayed and trusted in the Lord, being  convinced that God had still plans for us to do and so would help us one more time to overcome alive and unharmed out off a tough bondage ordeal. We prayed the Rosary of the Divine Mercy and tried to pray for or captors and for the police negociators, so that they would consider our life more important than the money the bank could possibly loss. With the time we became calmer and more confident and my wife, even bound and gagged, tried her best to confort and to cheer up, Ginger, who was sitting next to her, trembling with fear on her whole body.

We were sitting there on the floor for more than seven hours, the robbers were doing the negotiations with Ginger's mobile phone they had taken from her purse and they made two times a picture of us four all bound and gagged and moaning desperately for mercy to show that we were still alive and unharmed. The two tellers during all the time seemed to remain downstairs in the strongroom and we could only hope and pray that they were unharmed, too.

Then, we think, not least thanks to our ardent prayers, it seemed that finally the robbers got all the had demanded for and we were told that all four of us would be taken as hostages to secure the robber's getaway.

Then our captors took preparations for our getaway. The cut our ankle zip-ties, we had do stand up and than we were leashed all together with a piece of rope, looped around our necks so that we formed a kind of hostage coffle which our captors used as a human shield against possible police snikers. They left the bank with us and all four of us were trembling on our whole body fearing for our lifes.

We were haled towards the van the robbers had asked as get-away vehicle. Thanks God the police snipers did not shoot so that we reached the van safe and unharmed.

Two of the robbers went in front on the driver's and co-driver's seat while the third one entered with us four hostages on the load floor. Our ankles were ziptied again and it was obvious that there would be no possibility for the police to free us while we were permanently at gun point. Our captor still had Ginger's mobile to communicate with the police and he took a short video clip of us forcing us to moan and whimper into the camera and make a good hostage show to convince the cops to try nothing. He told the cops that he never in his life had had such obedient and submissive hostages and that it would be really a pity if something would happen to us, so they should better not try to follow the van, if his two pals would see a single police car following them the first of us would be shot. We knew that our hostage ordeal was not yet over. We were driven for more then four hours through the night and our captor came over to us and startet fondling and frisking us, taking from our shirt and trouser pockets our mobiles, purses, and passports, He had already taken the purses of the two women and he called us with our names and told us that we should better tell not too much to the police, otherwise it could happen that he or some good pals of him would come to see us an other time. Then, finally, after more or less five hours the van stopped...

Our ankle zip-ties were cut off, our captor took a large coil of rope from the loading floor and we were forced to leave the van. We found ourselves in a remote wooded area. Thanks Got it was a warm summer night, so we weren't cold in our thin summer blouses.

"Okay, move sissies. You've really been very cooperative, haha. That's deserves a reward, isn't it. Time for a final tie up, haha. I've asked the cops to put a nice piece of rope into the van and promised them that they'll find you unharmed but nicely trussed up. So let's go..."

Still leashed in a coffle, we were pushed forward deeper into the wood. Then we were told to stand all four close together against a tree and the entire coil of rope was wounded several time around our legs, chest and belly. 

"That's it, coozies, you've really been of great help, haha. Maybe see you an other time, one never knows. Guess somebody will find you in due

time. Take care!"

Our captor split to join his two pals in the van and we finally had the feeling that our hostage ordeal was over. But it actually took until the next morning before we finally were found and released by a female forest guide.

We made our testimony at the police station and learned that the guys yet had'nt been arrested. The police asked to my wife and me to stay some two days more in town for possible later queries. We were to go to a hotel, but Ginger offered us to stay some days in her house, she would feel better to spend some more time with us and to try to cope together our hostage ordeal. My wife and I we gladly accepted Ginger's proposal and we never would have expected that all four of us sooner than ever thought should have to stand an other thrilling bondage distress...