Late on the Rent (F/FFF)

[SilverLinings]

Late on the Rent

Chapter I

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“We have the whole amount; the check is right here!”

“It’s NOT the whole amount because you’re late…for the third time!”

“What are you talking about, Trish?! Sorry about that but here is the rent, right here!”

“I don’t CARE, you owe us the LATE FEE! Read your lease! The third time a rent check is late, you owe a late fee…we gave you two grace opportunities for being late and now, the third time the late fee kicks in! $500 for each time rent is late moving forward…”

“Well, this is just ridiculous. We’re not giving you an extra $500 for being late by a few days!”

The argument between Brit and her landlord was getting heated. Both women were raising their voices and neither was budging from her position. Brit was getting nervous as she was the only one home at the time that Trish stopped by. Danielle was out for a jog and Jessie was in class. Trish was also getting nervous as she had no idea that Brit was the only one home and she was without her business partner. Cassie was off collecting late rent checks from other delinquent college students that lived in units the business partners owned but would be making her rounds to check on the properties soon, regardless.

It’s not that the college seniors were broke, or even irresponsible. Brit was their university’s class president, Danielle was a captain of the cross-country team and an all-American, and Jessie was slated to be the school’s Valedictorian next spring if she kept her grades in tip top shape and was, ironically, the treasurer of her sorority. No, they weren’t irresponsible. They were the best of the best that the University had to offer.

But, they were still college students, which means that they were very, very busy. They had Pay The Rent! as one of the sections of their chore wheel that rotated monthly. Brit was only happy that both Danielle and Jessie has also been late in paying their landlords, so she wouldn’t be responsible for the late fee, alone, if it came to that. It was a bullshit rule, anyway. Sometimes the 30th of the month fell on a weekend and the check wasn’t collected from the designated drop box until the following Monday, after the check was due.

“Make sure to drop it off on the last business day of the month,” was the advice from their landlords.

Paying the rent was high on the girls’ priority lists. Paying it early on the last business day of the month was not.

Trish looked at her wristwatch. About 9:45am in the morning. Okay, fine. ONE more time, Trish thought to herself as she took a big sigh.

“Okay, where are Jessie and Danielle? I’ll talk to you three as a group so nothing gets lost in translation,” Trish said to Brit, her voice now calming.

Brit, however, took this as an insult instead of an olive branch.

“Excuse me?” She said, her hands now the hips of her gray sweatpants. “What does THAT mean?” Brit said with a bit of attitude, annoyed that Trish thought she was incapable of relaying any message to her roommates.

“Brit, it’s just a saying. Where are the others?” replied Trish, sounding irritated and exhausted.

“They’re not here right now, and I’m not going to take that attitude from you and you need to leave…right now!” Brit said with annoyance in her voice, raising a finger and pointing it towards the door behind Trish. She turned and began to walk away, her long brown hair nearly whipping Trish in the face as she spun and began to stride across the living room to the kitchen.

Trish couldn’t believe what was going on. She was actually about to break her own rules and give the late trio more slack on their irresponsible behavior and she was just blown off! It took a few moments to process what had just happened as Trish stood in the doorway, dumbfounded. Then the anger kicked in. It quickly rose to rage. Trish clenched her fists. She started to step into the house, her black Doc Martens – with blue jeans tucked into her dark gray socks - thudding on the older wooden floor. A few steps into the living room towards Brit, where she had moved to in the kitchen, and Brit realized she was being followed.

“Hey, I said to get – Oww!!!”

Trish reached up and grabbed Brit by the hair before she could finish her sentence.

“I know what you said you spoiled brat…” Trish said through gritted teeth as she pulled Brit towards the sink. She reached down to the cabinet, opened the door, and pulled out a roll of gray duct tape that she knew was kept their for maintenance purposes.

“What the hell, get off me Trish!” Brit screamed. She tried to pull away but with only socks on her feet, she slipped and fell to the ground, causing the pull on her head to be harder.

“OWWWW!!”

“Quiet Brit, I’ve had it with you and your girlfriends here. A few more months until you’re gone. You don’t want to pay the late fee, fine, but you’re going to learn a lesson about responsibility and manners!” Trish lectured as she thumped back into the living room and tossed Brit to the couch. She pounced on the girls’ back and pulled her wrists behind her, holding them together with one strong hand. Holding the duct tape in the other, she bit at the end of the roll with her teeth and successfully ripped the end from the main body.

“Trish STOP! You’re going to be in a LOT of trouble for this…” argued Brit as she fought against her landlord’s tight grip.

Trish began to roll the tape around Brit’s wrists. Four, five, six times.

“I don’t think you’re going to tell anyone Brit. You know why? Because then you’ll have to become public about how crappy you three are with paying the rent on time for one, and that won’t look good for your image, not at all…”

“So what, people will sympathize with us, we’re cute girls and you’re just a big dyke landlord who tries to extort the poor college kids!” Brit said, almost none of that being true. Brit had both met Trish’s husband AND knew that their rent was more than fair. But, in the heat of the moment, she shouted the false statement and even while being taped up by the woman, almost immediately felt bad about it.

By now Trish was almost done wrapping Brit’s ankles together, taping over her light gray sweatpants. Brit struggled and tried to kick her way loose but being belly down on their living room couch wasn’t helping her with any sort of leverage. She ignored the unnecessary quip from the now-bound girl.

“The other thing I’m sure you don’t want, Brit…” started Trish.

“Trish what are you doing, Trish DON’T!” Brit begged, now with more fear in her voice as Trish stripped the girls short, white ankle socks from her feet.

“Is to have to live with the public record of how you were tied up and gagged with your own socks for the rest of your life!” Trish said with a cackle as she pushed the white cotton between Brit’s lips and teeth and up against her tongue. The thick was quickly muffling any and everything coming from Brit's mouth.

“NoooMMMPPHHHH!!!” cried Brit. Trish ripped off a few pieces of the gray tape and smacked them over Brit’s mouth as she moaned into the gag. Her eyes bulged and pleaded with her landlord but it was too late. Trish was committed to teaching the group a lesson about being delinquent.

“It will be in all of the papers and anytime someone searches you up for a job interview or anything else, THIS story will pop up! How embarrassing for you!”

“MMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!”

“What the heck is going on here?” came the voice of Danielle from the doorway.

TBC...

[Caesar73]

Excllent first Part!

[LunaDog]

Interesting!

[SilverLinings]

Chapter 2

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Trish looked up to see Danielle, the slim blonde runner, standing in the doorway having just kicked off her Asics running sneakers, closing and locking the door, and taken out her Airpods before noticing the commotion in her living room. Breathing heavily from the run and her red University long-sleeved top was wet with sweat, some of which still dripped from the blue-eyed girl’s face, Danielle took in the moment.

“Trish? What the heck? Brit? What is going on here?” She repeated, now taking a few steps into the living room with her arms raised to the sides. She strode with purpose toward Brit and reached out in a first attempt to unbind her friend and roommate.

Trish grabbed her wrist firmly.

“Mmmmphh!” cried Brit from the couch, her plea muffled quiet.

“You girls are late on your rent AGAIN, and as I was explaining to Brit, you owe an additional $500 now – but she’s refusing to pay on behalf of you all so now it’s time for you to learn a lesson in being a tenant who pay their rent on time…” Trish lectured.

“What? Get off of me! Let me go! What are you talking about! You’re insane! Why did you tie up Brit?” said Danielle with some irritation and nervousness in her voice.

Surely this can’t be happening! She thought to herself.

But, indeed, it was. And the runner’s roommate was the evidence. Brit was kicking at her ankles and pulling at her wrists, trying to loosen the tape. She was grunting and groaning along with small mmphs and oomphs providing background noise to Trish and Danielle.

“Sit down and don’t give me a hard time about this!” Trish said with some authority, ignoring Danielle’s questions. Danielle responded almost as if she was a child being told what to do by an adult. She sat on the couch at Brit’s feet and allowed Trish to wrap duct tape around her wrists.

“Ow, that’s tight!” complained Danielle.

“I know, I don’t care. Bquiet,” Replied the landlord as she moved down to wrapping tape around Danielle’s ankles, over her black leggings that stopped a few inches short of her own white ankle socks.

“That’s tight, too, stop!” cried Danielle.

“One more word and I’ll gag you like Brit, so hush!” scolded Trish.

“What? How did you gag Brit? And Why did you gag Brit?” asked Danielle, looking over at her friend wiggling and squirming next to her on the couch.

“What did I just say?!” Trish nearly screamed into the girl’s face, reaching down to her feet. “Where do you think her socks went?!”

“No..NO…NO…TRISH…NO!” shouted Danielle, trying to pull her feet away from the woman. “Trish PLEASE, TRISH PLEASE! TRISH!!!” begged Danielle as one sweaty white sock was pulled from her foot.

“Trish I’ve just ran 5 miles my socks are DISGUSTING, PLEASE TRISH!”

Trish stripped the other sock.

“ANYTHING ELSE, PLEASE, GAG ME WITH ANYTHING ELSE I BEG…OR BETTER YET I’LL JUST BE QUIET TRISH PLEASE I PROMMMMPHHHH!!! MMMPPHHH!!!”

The blonde shook her head back and forth in a last ditch effort to avoid the inevitable. Showing little emotion except for maybe a little bit of glee, Trish firmly pushed the warm, wet balls of cotton into Danielle’s mouth and held them in with one hand planted over her lips.

Several strips of gray tape later, the socks were secured and Danielle’s moans blended in with Brit’s, the two of them now waiting for their third roommate to return home from class to likely face the same fate.

“One final piece for you Danielle since I didn’t think this through…” said Trish as she pushed Danielle’s shoulders, sending the girl leaning backwards into the couch. Trish lifted the blonde’s feet up onto the couch and pulled her wrists down. She wound a few rounds of duct tape connecting the two forming a reverse hogtie and leaving the girl rolling around on the part of the couch just below Brit’s exposed feet.

“Mmmpphhhhhhh…” Danielle complained into her sock gag as she failed to keep herself steady and rolled back and forth on the couch.

“Mpphh! MMPPHH!” Brit shouted into her own gag from the other end of the couch.

“I’m assuming Jessie will be home soon, then I can finally have a word with all three of you about this….”

[GreyLord]

What fun.

[SilverLinings]

Chapter 3

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The red-headed roommate was almost too easy to handle, Trish thought afterwards. She barely whimpered for help and didn’t even question me when I explained what was going on. She must have known something like this was coming for them.

All three girls now lay or sat in the living room, bound in duct tape and gagged. Jessie never stood as chance as she walked in with her noise-cancelling headphones still on and her eyes looking down at her phone. She’d kicked off her black high-top Converses and headed toward the kitchen to grab a post-class snack, missing Brit and Danielle MMMPHing wildly into their gags and trying to get her attention as she walked straight into Trish, who had been standing just inside the kitchen entrance waiting to ambush Jessie when she, presumably, went to help the other two bound roommates.

Instead, it seemed like only seconds before Trish had Jessie duct taped on the floor laying next to Brit on the couch. A pink handkerchief that has been tied around her forehead in a Rosie the Riveter style was repurposed as the stuffing filling her mouth and the gray tape was wound around her blue jeans and cream-colored sailor’s sweater.

Trish positioned herself so that she was standing in front of Bri, on the couch, and Jessie, on the floor. Danielle, still unable to simply sit for lack of balance in the awkward position she had been taped, had to turn her head to look toward Trish. The landlord proceeded to lecture the girls for five minutes about responsibility and accountability and told them that she would be back in two hours to release them and that hopefully they would have learnt their lesson and future rent payments would not be late. She took the rent check that Brit desperately tried to give her earlier in the morning and walked out of the front door, leaving the trio to grunt into their gags and squirm around awkwardly trying to get free.

Not long after Trish departed, Brit’s writhing caused her to spill off the couch and land back-to-back on top of Jessie with a thud. They both MMMPHed at the contact as Brit rolled off of her and they lay side by side on the floor, exchanging frustrated glances. Suddenly, the light bulb went off in Brit’s head. She rolled again, away from Jessie. And rolled again.

“MMMPPHH MMMPPHH!!” Danielle urged as she realized what Brit may be doing. Brit rolled again and again and soon enough was laying on her back near the door frame of the kitchen entrance. Brit sat up and wiggled along the floor so that she was sitting in the doorway. She pushed her bare feet against the floor and elevated herself into a standing position.

Danielle and Jessie both let out a series of muffled encouragement cries from their stuffed mouths, urging Brit on. The brunette hopped once, carefully, to make sure she had balance and wouldn’t slip. She hopped again. She hopped again and again and again. She approached the drawers under the kitchen appliances and turned herself backwards. One by one she grabbed the handle and hopped forward, pulling the drawers open, until she found something of use. The silverware was good enough as she used her index finger and thumb to take out a butter knife.
The friends from the living room MMMPHed with excitement, knowing freedom was only a few minutes away. Brit maneuvered the knife with her grip on the flat side of the sharp end and began to slowly grind the lightly serrated blade back and forth, not wanting to cut herself. She pulled at her wrist bindings as she cut. She motioned the blade back and forth, back and forth, only for a minute or so when SNAP!

Brit held her hands in front of her, one completely free and the other with the cut duct tape around the wrist.

"MMPPH!" She grunted into her gag, which became her first order of business. She peeled the tape from her mouth, pulling her cheeks and lips forward as she did so, until that, too, released from her skin with a muted snap. She tried to push the socks from her mouth but they were packed in too tightly. Brit resorted to pinching one with the same two fingers that grabbed the knife and pulling it forward until it released and she held the wet, gross sock out in front of her while she then pushed the other out with her tongue.

“Ewwwww GROSS!” she said out loud as her friends continued to MMMPH from the other room, now urging her to come and release them instead of urging her on to the kitchen.

“Coming, coming! One sec!”

Brit opened and closed her mouth a few times as the pain of having her jaw forced open that wide was hitting her all over again. She sat down and used the knife to cut the tape binding her ankles before it, too, sharply snapped off. She stood and quickly trotted into the living room, checking out the living room windows to make sure that neither Trish nor Cassie were outside of their house.

Brit reached Danielle first as she was closest to the door. She took the blonde’s face in her hands and gently peeled the tape from her mouth – too slow for Danielle’s thinking – but Brit didn’t want to hurt her friend and roommate. Brit pulled the first sock from Danielle’s mouth the same as she had done to her own before Danielle, like Brit, pushed the second one out with her tongue and began to cough.

“Oh my god disgusting! That’s bitch!” Danielle cried out as Brit began to cut at her duct tape.

“I can’t fucking believe that she would DO something like this to us! I can’t wait to call the police and report her!” Danielle went on and on and moments later she was free. The duo turned their attention to their final roommate. Jessie being bound and gagged is what annoyed both of the other two the most out of everything that had happened. Brit and Danielle were both beautiful and popular and good athletes and leaders on campus. But Jessie was understood to be the best of them. She was going to go on to do truly great things with her life. She was insanely smart, the most responsible of the bunch, always a voice of reason, and incredibly innocent and kind. If there was one person who absolutely did NOT deserve this, it was Jessie.

Brit began to cut at the duct tape binding Jessie’s ankles and Danielle peeled the gray, sticky tape from Jessie’s mouth and pinch the bandana from between her teeth and lips to allow the nerdy-but-cute redhead to breathe freely.

She gasped for air as her wrist tape was cut.

“Thank you, thank you both…” Jessie said, a tear running down her cheek.

“It’s okay Jess, you’ll feel better after the police come and take our report and go and arrest that bitch,” Danielle said.

“Yeah, it will be over soon and hopefully be kept private and out of the public eye,” Brit added.

There was silence for a few moments as the girls looked at Jessie, still sitting on the floor, waiting for her to agree or offer some wise insight on the situation. She took a few deep breaths and rubbed her eyes before speaking.

“Police? Arrest? Are you two serious? I can’t wait for her to come back give her a taste of her own fucking medicine and then some….”

Brit and Danielle looked at each other in shock, their eyes wide and both girls speechless. Jessie reached out her hands for her roommates to help her up. When standing, Jessie looked Brit dead in the eyes.

“Brit…I haven’t cared one bit about the loud sex you always have next door to me.”

“Jessie but - ”

“I know you’re kinky as hell. I know you have a lot of gadgets. And toys. Get out all of the stuff that you use with these guys and bring down the rope.”

“Jess I don’t know wh - ”

“Brit, don’t pretend. Trish wanted to teach us a lesson, well we’re going to teach HER a big fucking lesson about how to treat her tenants.”

[PascalBound]

Amazing Story, what a twist with the "innocent nerd".
Really looking forward to the landlord getting what's coming to her

[GreyLord]

Amazing Story, what a twist with the "innocent nerd".
Really looking forward to the landlord getting what's coming to her

Yes, indeed, what fun.

[Rtj65]

This is a fun read; the tenant-landlord scenario has always appealed to me, and I'm really enjoying how it's playing out here. Looking forward to the next part!

[Ravenhairbondage]

A great story, if this shows your likes we definitely seem to have similar interests, You are an awesome writer xx