Foster Home Hostages

Foster Home Hostages

“I’m sorry dear,” Margaret sighed without bothering to turn around as she continued to dry the breakfast dishes, “but as I said, you going to the mall today is out of the question.”

“I don’t see what the problem is Meg,” Lacey, the woman’s 12 year-old foster daughter snapped, placing her hands on her hips.  “I’ll take the bus, hang out with my friends, and be back in time for dinner.”

“I said NO dear!” Meg hissed, becoming agitated.

“This is BULLSHIT Meg!” Lacey growled.  “There’s no reason I can go!”  “You’re just being a BITCH!”

“Listen Lacey,” Meg sighed, placing another dish in the strainer,” “You can’t go to the mall today because you and the twins are going to be upstairs for most of the afternoon.”

“WHAT THE FUCK FOR?!” the young pre-teen screeched.  “I haven’t done anything!”

“No one said you did ANYTHING dear.” Meg replied.  “Your foster father and I have some company coming and we need you and the twins to stay out of our hair today.”

“WHO THE FUCK … wait a minute,” Lacey paused, looking over at the calendar on the refrigerator door, “Jean is coming over today, isn’t she?”

“As a matter of fact she is.” Meg replied, wiping her hands with the damp dishrag.

“Fucking A!” the excited preteen grinned.  “I’m gonna tell her EVERYTHING you’ve been doing to me and the twins!”

“Oh, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to tell her anything baby girl.”  Meg ginned wickedly, sliding her hands into the front of her apron as she slowly turned around.

“YOU CAN’T STOP ME YOU BITCH!” Lacey hissed through her teeth.

“But WE can!” a girl’s voice laughed from behind the surprised girl as Meg pulled her hands from her apron, holding up a roll of duct tape and a rag.

“OH FUCMMMMPPPPH!” …….

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While Lacey busied herself with dealing with her own pressing issues at home, Linda Logan, Lacey’s state appointed foster care case worker was slowly pulling out of the restaurant drive thru, hot coffee in hand.  Planning her assigned home visits primarily in the morning, it would be at least a half hour before the overworked young woman would arrive at the Henderson’s, and if history was any indication, she expected to be there for a while.

Turning onto the interstate, Linda lowered her window and cranked up the volume on her car radio, determined to enjoy a nice relaxing ride before starting her day.

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Meanwhile, back at the house, Lacey was kicking and bucking, fighting with all her might to get free.

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME … YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!” the young girl screamed, or would have screamed had it not been for the oversized cloth stuffed halfway down her throat, held firmly in place by the Henderson’s only natural born child, 13 year-old Amanda.

With her small mouth filled and covered, only muffled grunts and moans escaped between Amanda’s crushing fingers, Lacey’s gagged squeals reduced to, “MT MUH FFMKK UMMH MMFF … MMU FFMMMKK ARHUUUMMS!”, which drew only snickers and giggles from her foster family as they worked in unison to secure the struggling pre-teen.

Having been focused on her debate with Meg, Lacey failed to notice as her foster sister and father slowly and quietly snuck up behind her.

Grabbed from behind, the small 12-year old offered little resistance as the father and daughter team, quickly aided by her foster mother, swarmed in, dragging Lacey into the living room where they wrestled her to the floor in the middle of the room.

“Do be a dear and gag your sister,” Meg grinned as she handed her daughter the large cloth which the 13 year-old proceeded to roughly jam into Lacey’s open mouth.

“MMOOOMMPPPH!”” “FFFRRRKKKKKKK!” Lacey groaned into the rag, her screams trapped in her throat.

Pinning Lacey down flat on her back, Meg straddled the young girl’s knees, facing her feet as she bent over, swiftly wrapping the 12 year-old’s slim ankles in 4-5 turns of sticky duct tape before moving up to her knees.

As her mother quickly bound up her foster sister, Amanda held a tight grip on Lacey’s hair, crushing the foul tasting rag in her mouth with her left hand, while holding onto the squirming 12 year-old long blonde ponytail with her right.

“You just hold her head nice and still now.” Henry instructed, taking his time as he slowly knotted a long gag cloth around Lacey’s neck.

“Gag her DADDY!” Amanda grinned as Lacey moaned, squealed and snorted, the 12 year-old’s face flushing crimson with rage and frustration.

“Let your mother tape her mouth up first.” The older man grinned, savoring the encounter as he always did.

“You just want to watch me hand gag her.” Amanda giggled, throwing her father a knowing wink.

“Ok sweetie,” Meg began, nudging her daughter, move over and let mommy tape up her mouth.”
“Ok mom.” Amanda replied, shifting her body to the side so that her mother could reach over with the roll of tape, careful not to move her hand until Meg had laid the end of the roll across Lacey’s cheek.

“MMMOOOOOOOOOO!” Lacey screamed into her gag as Amanda pulled her hand away so her foster-mother pulled the tape across her lips, sealing the rag in her mouth.

Amanda grabbed onto Lacey’s hair with both hands as her mother pulled and wrapped the squealing young girl’s head, mouth, and jaw in 3-4 layers of perfectly laid bands of duct tape, each smoothed and pressed firmly over the last making it appear as 1 perfect band.
Lacey choked and squirmed, fighting to breathe through her nose as the super sticky tape sealed her mouth shut, the large mass of cloth bulging the 12 year-olds cheeks over the tape as tears of rage filled her crystal blue eyes.

“Awwwwww, is the widdle baby gonna cwy?” Amanda laughed as Meg tore the roll of tape away, the edge of the band disappearing as she smoothed it down against her foster daughter’s cheek.

“MY TURN!” Henry grinned.

“FFFRRRRRKKKKKK MMUUUUMPPPHHH!” Lacey screamed, trying desperately to shake her head from side to side as her foster father proceeded to cover her already stuffed and taped mouth with the wide cloth band he’d previously tied around her neck, pulling the ends tight before knotting the cloth tightly at the base of her neck.

“That should just about do it.” Henry grinned, running his meaty hand over the triple layer gag covering the lower half of his foster daughter’s face.

“MMMT MMH GGMMMHH!” Lacey groaned as her foster family rolled her over onto her stomach so that Meg could secure her wrists with the tape.

Within 5 minutes of her confrontation with her step-mother, the strong-willed young girl lay completely helpless, squirming and struggling, her ankles, calves, knees, thighs, and wrists wrapped tightly in shiny bands of ultra-strength silver tap.

Unable to move or scream, Lacey could only squeeze her eyes closed and bite down on the cloth filling her mouth as her foster family reached down, Amanda grabbing her by her left bicep, Henry her right, while Meg lifted her up by her taped ankles.

Together, the family lifted and carried Lacey from the living room and down the hall to the base of the stairs, laughing and taunting as they ignored the 12 year-olds gagged, profanity laced screams.  

Climbing the 3 flights of stairs to the old house’s back attic, the group stopped as Meg looped her left arm around Lacey’s wriggling legs while she reached into her apron pocket for the “time out room” key with her right hand.

Lacey fought, bucked, and squealed as her foster-mother easily unlocked and opened the door, reaching just inside to flip on a single overhead light.

“Let’s go.” Lacey’s foster father grinned as they carried their helpless captive inside, closing the heavy wooden door behind them.

To be continued …