Author's Note: This is fan fiction based off the short-lived "Brady Brides" television show and is meant to stay at a PG rating or less, so this may not be for everyone. However, I often think that if every episode had these elements in it, it would have lasted a lot longer than just six. This story also takes place in 1981.

For Marcia Brady Logan, sharing a new home with her younger sister Jan and her new husband Phillip Covington III was not easy, nor was getting used to her new husband, toy designer Wally, and all of his antics. So, having an unexpected day off on Wednesday while everyone else was at work was a guilty pleasure she relished. After kissing her husband Wally goodbye for the day and saying goodbye to Jan, Marcia quickly finished cleaning up the dishes from breakfast and started on some neglected chores.

By 10 AM Marcia was complete with them, which involved some cleaning here, a spot repair there, and other minor things they had kept putting off from the busyness of their lives. Marcia now had some time to relax, and what better way than to do some light exercises and stretching to relieve some stress.

Marcia changed out of her clothes and put on a pink sleeveless leotard and a pair of light tan nylons. She got to the middle of the living room and started to slowly and methodically stretch out her legs, feeling the tension dissipate from her slender body. Marcia took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled while stretching, feeling a gentle, tingling sensation from her head down to the tips of her toes. Marcia smiled, feeling much better when just then her doorbell rang.

"Humph, it always happens..." thought Marcia, getting up and answered the door. Upon opening it, she saw a relatively well groomed man who appeared to be about 40 dressed in a casual suit. He was barely five feet tall, and was shorter than Marcia, as he tipped his hat to greet her.

"Good morning, Madame," he said politely and pleasantly. "Are you the lady of this household?"

"Well, I'm one of them," answered Marcia, alluding to the fact that her sister Jan was co-owner of the house. "Can I help you with something?"

"Well, actually, Madame, I was hoping that I could help you," he explained. "I'm a representative of Aromatics, Incorporated, and am offering a free demonstration of our scented candles. They can be used to brighten up the ambience of a room, help eliminate odors, and even help soothe frazzled nerves."

"A free demonstration?" asked Marcia.

"Why yes," offered the man. "In fact, if your yoga group is with you, I'm sure that at least one of the others would recognize the brand. They're used in all of the top health spas and yoga centers in town."

"Oh, no, there's no one else here, it's just me," answered Marcia. Marcia was always interested in finding something to improve the ambience of their home...why not scented candles? She remembered her friends doing it when they were over their house for dinner recently, and recalled that their soft, warm glow did enhance the atmosphere and the aroma of lavender was very relaxing.

Marcia vaguely recalled her mother's voice saying, "Don't talk to strangers that show up on your doorstep" along with her housekeeper Alice's comment on not letting door-to-door salesmen in because they'll never leave. Those thoughts quickly dissipated, figuring that this salesman seemed harmless enough and after taking the self-defense course recently, Marcia could easily subdue him even if he was armed with a knife.

"So, would you like a free demonstration?" he offered.

"Sure, come on in," said Marcia.

"Thank you," the man said. "All I need to do is place one of our patented candles on your living room table, light it, and within a few minutes you'll know the difference."

"There it is," answered Marcia, pointing it out.

"Thank you again," he said, placing a large but ornate looking candle on the table with its own brass mount and lit it. "This one is lavender scented."

After a few minutes, Marcia caught a whiff of the sweet smelling aroma, pleasantly surprised on how quickly it improved the overall room's scent. The natural lavender was quite soothing for Marcia as well, and she immediately knew she'd enjoy that type of candle. A couple minutes later, the sweet aroma of the candle felt somewhat intoxicating to Marcia, as she felt her eyes starting to get droopy with a subtle haze forming over her mind.

"Do you have any rope?" the salesman asked.

"Nope," answered Marcia, making a girlish smile. "Those candles..."

"Have a special effect on women...yes," he added. "Very subtle, and very...persuasive..."

Marcia wanted to resist yet the candle's soothing effects were making her quite vulnerable to the would-be salesman.

"These will have to do, I suppose," he commented, removing two lengths of cord from the drapes normally used to pull them open or closed. "Place your hands behind your back, please."

"Okay," answered a mesmerized Marcia.

The salesman formed a lasso loop and cinched it tightly around Marcia's wrists behind her back and began winding it around her wrists several times to tie her hands behind her back.

"You're...you're...tying me up," commented Marcia, still dazed.

"Yes, I am," he replied, cinching the other cord around her ankles and proceeded to tie them together next. "You have very pretty face and a lovely body, Madame. What's your name?"

"Marcia," Marcia answered. "Marcia Brady Logan."

"Well, that's a very pretty name. It's very fitting for such a pretty young lady," he added, procuring several rolls of white medical wrap he found in the master bathroom. Earlier that week, Marcia and her husband Wally hosted a Neighborhood watch first aid training class, and now the would-be salesman had found the materials they used. "Now, hold still and keep your balance, please."

"Okay..." Marcia answered in a dream-like daze. The salesman methodically and slowly began wrapping the sticky white gauze around Marcia's ankles, winding his way her body. Marcia watched helplessly as her already bound body disappeared under layers of sticky white medical gauze wrap as he continued winding it over her shins and calves, then her knees, then her thighs, waist, and torso before finally stopping at her upper shoulders and neck.

He then gently picked up his cocooned captive and carried her to her bedroom, where he softly laid her on the bed. Afterwards, the salesman quickly sifted through her drawers and closet, finding several of Wally and hers' leather belts. After grabbing what he needed, the salesman proceeded to bind the already tied and cocooned Marcia with the belts, cinching one just above her breasts, followed by another just below, and another just below her elbows, followed by another at her wrist level, and another around her legs above the knees, followed but just below the knees, and finally the last belt tightly wrapped and buckled around her ankles.

Marcia was in a different room and was no longer breathing in the candle's scent and its hypnotic effects. When the fog cleared her mind at last, Marcia's dark blue eyes grew wide and in horror, seeing her body mummified and bound with belts.

"HEY!" exclaimed Marcia, thrashing about on her bed. "You tricked me!"

"Hmm, so I have," commented the salesman as he began measuring out a piece of cloth and began trimming it.

"What...what are you doing?" asked Marcia worriedly.

"Measuring the right size of cloth to put into your mouth to gag you," he said. "I don't want you to choke."

"Don't you dare...! Don't....MMMPPPHHHH!!!" protested Marcia as he gently but firmly placed the small wad of cloth into her mouth. Marcia initially gritted her teeth to fight but he merely pinched her nose shut to force her to open her mouth. He then place two large pieces of thick white tape over her mouth to seal the gag. Marcia's eyes flared wildly at her captor and muttered various threats at him while struggling to get loose.

"You're a feisty one, too, as well as beautiful," he commented. "Your husband is a very lucky man."

The salesman then left the bedroom and scoped out the house that Marcia and her husband Wally shared with her sister Jan and her husband Philip. Marcia kicked and struggled, fighting to get free but couldn't, letting out only muffled "mmphs". Marcia couldn't believe how tightly tied she was; her hands her bound, along with her ankles, and trapped in a cocoon reinforced with belts, no less.

Meanwhile, the salesman searched around and to his dismay, he wasn't finding anything worth stealing. The china was ordinary things found at a discount department store, along with the silverware. The jewelry he found was undoubtedly something of sentimental value only, because it was mostly cheap costume jewelry and knock-offs of their expensive counterparts.

The salesman returned to the bedroom calm but visibly disappointed and carefully removed the tape gag and cloth from Marcia's mouth.

"Who are you? Why did you tie me up?" demanded Marcia.

"Well, if it isn't obvious, I'm a burglar, and I tied you up so I can steal your house of its valuables without you interfering. It's a pretty simple cause and effect reasoning, when you think about it," he answered.

"But...you're in a suit...and, and so polite..." replied Marcia.

"Yes, that is true," he admitted. "Just because I'm a burglar doesn't mean I can be reasonably well dressed and polite about my business. The phrase, 'honor among thieves' does have meaning to some, you know. But, more importantly, where is it?"

"Where is what?" asked Marcia.

"The valuables," the burglar said. "Jewelry, fine silverware and china...you know what I am asking about."

"Umm...we have a TV and stereo," Marcia answered.

"Your TV and stereo are almost a decade old and on the verge of burning out," he replied. "So, where are they?"

"But that's all we have!" answered Marcia, embarrassed by her admission. "My husband and I are sharing this house with my sister and her husband too because neither of us could afford it. We also had to combine our weddings at the same time, too. We're just starting out!"

The burglar, visibly disappointed by the turn of events, could tell that Marcia was telling the truth, as embarrassing as it was.

"Well, that does explain your wedding ring being a cubic Zirconium and not a real diamond," he said.

"WHAT????" angrily shouted the still-cocooned Marcia, thrashing even more violently on the bed for several seconds.

"Yes, it's true," the burglar said.

The burglar proceeded to re-apply the gag onto Marcia, much to her anger and re-sealed the tape over her bitter "mmphs".

"I normally don't do this, but for you I'll make an exception," he added, opening his wallet and leaving $100 cash on her dresser. "Go find something worth stealing for yourself, and keep the candles."

With that, the burglar went out the front door and left the area.

It was around noon and Marcia's husband, Wally Logan, arrived as a surprise to have lunch with her that day.

"MARCIA! I'M HOME FOR LUNCH AND I BROUGHT YOUR FAVORITE!" called out Wally, placing the bag of Chinese take-out on the kitchen table. "Marcia?"

Wally overheard the muffled sound of shouting from the bedroom. When he followed it, to his shock and horror he found his wife still tied up tight with belts and trapped in a cocoon of white medical gauze!

"MARCIA!" called out Wally, darting over to the bed where he quickly removed the gag, followed by the belts and proceeded to remove the two layers of medical wrap around Marcia's torso. Once her torso and arms were free of the bindings, Marcia was finally able to work her hands loose of the cord that tied her wrists behind her back.

"Marcia, are you okay? What happened?" asked Wally, who was answered with a hard slap across his face by his wife Marcia.

"CUBIC ZIRCONIUM WEDDING RING????" accused Marcia. "What happened to the three grand my father and brothers gave you to buy me a wedding ring after you proposed?"

Wally's stomach sank into his testicles, regretting that he untied Marcia BEFORE explaining what happened to the money her family gave him.