THE HOOD
Restrained in the pram with its raised hood, Michael could not see the sky above. The only thing he could was to look upon the girls escorting him. The taller one must of course be Melissa, the oldest. She was a big girl with remarkably broad shoulders. Not as tall as her mother and not that big breasts, although he could sense quite a lot bulging under her red woolen turtleneck sweater. She had a long knitted woolen scarf in two loose loops around her neck, which also was red but decorated with small white dots. On her hands she wore thick fuzzy white lovikka mittens with small funny tassels. Her younger sister also wore those thick soft Swedish mittens; same style but grey, matching her fuzzy mohair sweater with broad transverse stripes in grey and black. The younger Rose was a lot shorter than Melissa, cobby built and not that busty.
He considered a way to take the girls by surprise, to free him and escape, just to teach them what independency was. Again he challenged his fetters, but he could neither raise his head nor move his feet and the tight straps over chest and legs kept him flat on his back in the carriage. Additionally, he was inside the heavy pink mohair overall and enclosed in the tightfitting sack, which was thoroughly sealed right underneath his chin. And as his arms were caught in the nasty inner sleeves of the sack... he really saw no possibility to free himself. He had to admit that Maria had put him into a very helpless state. He wasn't even allowed to talk... in order for example to try to persuade the girls to free him. But he realized they never would... they would of course never do anything in contradiction to Maria's decision to keep him prisoner.
He realized that he for the moment was helpless. Furthermore... IF he found a way to free himself, he would undoubtedly have to face the two girls. They would by all means try to stop him... and if he wouldn't manage to repel their common strength? If the two girls together would overpower him, wrestle him down, a man at his best age... then, the situation would become even more humiliating. So, he decided that the best way to handle the situation was to wait and see what opportunity might appear.
The pram changed direction, made a turn to the right and Michael heard the sound of gravel under the wheels... before it suddenly stopped. Melissa leaned over, patted him with her thick mitten and told him kindly to wait as they would be back soon.
He made an annoyed sound and she smiled teasingly towards him. Very disrespectful! He would have liked to take her down and make her beg for mercy... but he was not in that position right now... It would have to wait... but he believed though, that the day would come, sooner or later... and he would not let her defeat him.
After a couple of minutes the pram hood dropped down and a very tall, totally strange woman, looked down at him. She was Caucasian, in her forties, big with long blond hair down her shoulders, large hands, and dressed in a tight rib-knitted yellow sweater dress, woolen... which very visibly exposed her impressive bosom and her wide hips. "Hello Michael", she welcomed him while studying his imprisonment closely.
Once again he was in a situation struck by embarrassment and inferiority over having been captured. Elaine and Maria had challenged him, mentally and physically, and overpowered him; made him defenseless, played with him like cats with a mouse. He had in any situation never got a chance. And now he was very effectively put in unbreakable restraints, which made him totally dependent of their mercy. Also, he had no possibility to oppose against the girls playing "going for a walk" with him. It kind of scared him as he could see undisguised satisfaction in their faces due to him overpowered and in their hands. What would they do with him if they got the chance? He felt his power slowly leaking out, making him weak and vulnerable. But at the same time there was an odd excitement, by the fact that he was completely unable... taken, captured. He had to process these mixed feelings.
