BDSM Library - Story: Abracadabra!, Chapter: Chapter 9 A Night at the Museum

Chapter 9: A Night At The Museum

It had taken Gregg a great deal of time to work out just how to commit the crime. In the end he decided that his best approach was simply to be as brazen as possible, relying on the powers of the ruby and the apparently mystical insights of the Swami Pradesh.

Accordingly, he arrived at the museum shortly before closing time, dressed in a splendid gold braided coat and wearing his turban and the Swami’s ruby. The girl on the entrance desk said, “I’m sorry, sir, we’re closed. The last visitors have gone for tonight and we’re not allowing any more admissions until tomorrow. If you can come back at 10 o’clock in the morning the exhibition will be open again.”

Gregg looked closely at the girl. “Sharon” the badge on her shirt said she was called. He breathed slowly, trying to fend off the feelings of sexual desire that were mounting inside him. He could see she had a good figure, a pair of well rounded breasts and a trim waist. It was all he could do to stop himself vaulting the entrance desk and taking her there and then but his mission was more important and he confined himself to staring piercingly into her eyes and saying, “Thank you, Sharon, but I think I will go in anyway.”

She looked puzzled for a moment, then caught sight of the red jewel in the middle of Gregg’s forehead. Her eyes glazed over. “Of course, Sir,” she said in a flat monotone. “I’ll just lock up then.”

“Please do,” said Gregg softly, “and then come back here.”

Gregg watched as she walked across to bolt the museum’s front door. “Good legs, tight skirt, very agreeable,” he thought, still fighting against the sexual desires that threatened to disrupt his plans. Sharon was soon back in her place behind the desk.

“Now, Sharon,” Gregg said, suddenly aware that he could achieve his next objective in the simplest of ways. “You will do just as I say, won’t you?”

“Of course, Sir, I will do just as you say,” Sharon’s gaze was fixed on the jewel, her eyes wide and unblinking.

“Then sit in your chair. You have been tied there, your hands behind your back.” Sharon’s hands flew to obey his instructions her arms suddenly rigid as if locked in place. “Ropes around your belly and your chest pull you back against the chair.”

“Oh!” muttered Sharon as she threw herself backwards against the seat back.

“Ropes around your knees and across your lap hold you there, more around your ankles fix them to the chair legs.”

Again Sharon moved mimicking the effects of ropes pulling her hard against the chair. She was struggling against ropes that only existed in her hypnotised mind but they were no less effective for that as she twisted and turned trying to free herself on her imagined bonds.

“Now, I’m sorry Sharon, but I must keep you quiet too,” Gregg was enjoying himself. The girl’s struggles and stiff posture showed off her breasts to good advantage and the sense of power he had over her helplessly reacting to his hypnotic commands only added to the fun. He held up an imaginary strip of cloth.

“No, please,” Sharon begged struggling to turn around to look at his empty hand, “please don’t gag me, I’ll keep, arrnghh, mmmph!!!”

Sharon spluttered as the imaginary gag stretched her mouth open wide and filled it. She struggled and shook her head. “ARRNG!!” Helng!” she whimpered as Gregg watched amused at her reaction to his suggestion, her mouth wide open like some animated version of a sex doll. It was hard for Gregg to tear himself away but he knew there was more work to do if he was to succeed.

The museum was indeed deserted as he made his way to the Hiram Heron exhibit, passing the reconstructed skeleton of a dinosaur based on fossils found on the outskirts of the town and the a Ford Model T that had been one of the first vehicles that the town had known.

As he emerged into the room with the snake pit, the security guard – a woman this time – looked up at him. “Hey, what are you doing here?” she called, reaching down to the holster that she carried on her broad leather belt.

Gregg stood silent and impassive as the guard turned towards him. Confident in the power of the jewel as a result of his encounter with Sharon, he had no doubt that the guard would succumb to his charms as well. “Please don’t be alarmed,” he said calmingly. “I mean you no harm.”

Sally Grundy would find it difficult to explain what happened next when her boss and the police interviewed her. All she remembered was seeing this bright red light and feeling a sense of intense calm. She was aware of the man’s voice but not really what he said. She knew just what she had to do. She needed no urging to remove her skirt and unbutton her uniform shirt, nor did the man do any more than nod to indicate she should take her cuffs from the pouch on her belt and fasten them around her wrists behind her back.

Gregg watched, amused by his power and appreciative of the view as the girl stripped and cuffed herself. She wasn’t as slim as Sharon. Obviously the long days sitting around on guard duty hadn’t helped her. She looked like she was fonder of doughnuts than exercise but it made for some very pleasant handfuls as Gregg took the opportunity to feel her up on the pretext of searching her. She didn’t resist of course. Gregg left her sprawled on the floor of the room.

He looked into the pit. The snakes looked up at him and then, as if knowing his desire, moved to each side, allowing him a clear path to the emerald. He leapt the low wall of the snake enclosure, strode across the pit under the watchful eyes of the vipers, picked up the jewel and returned to where Sally was sitting waiting, patiently for him to return. Appealing though the thought of more play with the chubby guard was, Gregg knew that he needed to be on his way and he felt he ought to make Sally more secure than just cuffing her wrists. He was trying to decide what to do when he noticed the cords tying back the room’s velvet drapes. No sooner had he noticed them than they began to unravel themselves from the curtains, snaking their way across the floor to wrap and twisting themselves around Sally’s ankles and thighs.

With little more than the thought, “she needs to be helpless”, the ropes knotted themselves into place hogtieing the handcuffed guard. The thought “and silent too” summoned more ropes, knotting themselves so that the knots forced into her mouth as they tied themselves across her face would gag Sally. Gregg, still conscious of the tightrope he was walking between his sexual arousal and the need to escape with the jewel, allowed himself an amused grope of the now helpless guard and then left with his new acquisition.

As Gregg left the museum, Sharon was still in her place, “tied” against the chair in the entrance lobby. He went over to her and reached forward to stroke her breasts as she looked up at him, wide mouthed and with pleading eyes. “Silly girl,” Gregg said as he moved closer to her. “I gagged you with tape.”

In an instant, Sharon’s mouth snapped shut, her lips clamped together and her whimpering grunts replaced by a muffled “Mmmmm!!!”

Gregg laughed and pushed her skirt up around her waist before deciding there really wasn’t time for any more play. He pressed his lips against her imaginarily taped shut ones, and left her still struggling, happy to have the Heron emerald in his pocket.

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