St Echoes (F+/F+)

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[tickletied84]

Nice start - liking the intriguing setting - weather feeling like that here at the moment!

Also - love the new profile pic

[Dpsiic]

Oh wow a great start. X

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[Tights tights tights]

001.

St Echoes church is old, medieval old. Abandoned centuries ago, the land it sits on sold and sold again. Left to rot.

Times change though.

The old church, it's interior gutted, the outer stone walls restored and cleaned, now sits in the middle of Englands newest University. Steel and glass buildings sit amongst the remains of the ancient forest, mostly yew and pine, that cover the semi circular valley floor, whilst student dorms march up the steep slopes. The whole site, shaped like a bowl with the campus in the middle, acts like a trap for the worst kinds of weather. Wind, mostly near gale force, comes howling through the valleys only gap, the one access road on and off campus, usually, even in summer, bringing rain with it, after which it becomes stuck, racing around the hillside, flinging anything not secured up into the grey cloud filled sky.

It's, probably, the stupidest location for a place of learning. Ever. But, for the next three years, it's home.

"Welcome to St Echoes." It's Monday morning. Along with a scattering of other students I arrived at the weekend, ahead of the main crowd currently turning the campus into one long traffic jam, moving myself into one of hundreds of identical two bed shared dorm rooms, I'm up on the top floor of Ash house. I met my roommate, a slim busty blue haired Asian girl with a tattoo sleeve and snakebite piercings, who glared at my cheery welcome as though I'd sworn, and then proceeded to ignore me. Having had almost two days here already I've done at least some exploring, braving the never ending wind and rain to find my bearings, but, this induction is compulsory, so the dozen of us trudge along behind an over enthusiastic Thomas as he shows us around.

Two on site bars, a mini supermarket, even a cafe that does takeout. All the food options. Check.

Administration buildings. Check.

Sports complex. Check.

Creepy old church handily placed right where I'll be forced to walk past it several times a day. Check.

Thomas also walks us around, and in some cases through, each subjects custom built teaching facilities. The University is a specialist institution, focusing on the various engineering disciplines. Which means lots of huge workshop space. By the time we finish up, at a glass roofed building that's part library part greenhouse for several exotic plants, every one of us is soaked through. "Okay then kids." Some of the guys present look older then him, but the ever happy Thomas is clearly sticking to his approved script, not deviating from his current role of jolly host. He waves us goodbye. "I'll be seeing some of you in classes. The rest of you." He shrugs, spreading his arms wide, smiling despite a sudden and particularly strong gust of wind that rattles the library's windows behind him. "Welcome to St Echoes."

I get used to the routine, throwing myself into University life. Every morning I wake up to an empty room. My dorm mate, who still hasn't spoken to me, always somehow manages to leave before I wake up, whether that's at seven for an early swim, or nearer eleven due to a late night Warcraft session on my laptop. I go to my lectures, or to the library, I never meet up with friends. I'm an only child, and Mums job, she's a single parent, meant we were forever moving to a new city every other year. Making friends never felt important. I've got people I game with online, but nobody I've ever met. Now, at nineteen, how can I miss what I've never had? Food is always a take out, mostly not of the healthy salad kind. Despite the near constant storm raging outside there are a half dozen secluded spots I've discovered, benches mostly, places I can eat without getting in the way or being disturbed. In my room, if she's there too, my roommate utilizes headphones to ensure we can't talk. I usually wear a pair anyway, losing myself in any one of a half dozen online worlds, or pumping various happy hardcore tracks into my brain whilst I sit at my desk, working on the mountain of coursework that needs completing before term ends.

My course, I'm specializing in chemicals, because I want to blow shit up, is split into modules. Four different Professors teach us various parts, each in turn setting coursework or an exam as required. The first of these, an exam, takes place on the fourth Friday, in the afternoon. Our lecturer for this, the totally mad scientist looking Professor Alpine, grades all our papers as we finish, tutting and otherwise loudly commenting his way through them from his desk at the front of the room. It's quite a show, something the whole class has become accustomed to already from him. All of Alpines lectures are delivered with a flourish, plenty of arm waving, lots of passion for his work. I like him. "Right." Professor Alpine stands up, clapping his hands to get our attention. "Excellent work class." He nods, picking up our stack of test papers, waving them towards us. "A flying start. Treats all round." He grins at us, then looks down at his watch even though there's a large clock bolted to the wall directly behind him. "Shall we say six?" He nods, whilst looking around I can see confused faces that match my own. Six what? One of the boys, Ethan I think, raises his hand. "Six what Professor?"
"Hmm?" Alpine looks up from packing our papers into his worn black leather satchel. "Six?" He scratches his nose, lifting his thick glasses slightly to do so. "Six what?"
"You said six Professor." Ethan tries again, with most of us nodding to back him up. Ethan shrugs. "Six what?"
"Why, six of course." Alpine taps his watch, his forgetfulness of moments ago already forgotten. "In the student bar, all of you." He waves a hand across the room, taking us all in. "We must celebrate your mastery of the periodic table. Yes." He nods. "First round's on me." He grins again, nodding, and then leaves, returning moments after the door swings closed behind him to retrieve his satchel. "Six." He reminds us, tapping his watch, then he leaves again, this time for good.

Back in my room, having eaten a meatball and cheese filled sub for dinner, gooey tomato sauce oozing everywhere as I sat outside the library with a view of the road out, watching a steady convoy of students heading home for the weekend by car and bus, I eye myself critically in the full length bathroom mirror, trying to decide whether to make an effort and dress up for the bar. Being a loner doesn't mean I actively ignore my fellow students, I smile, I participate in group debates and projects, I just never feel the need to take things any further. I'll probably only stay for one drink anyway, let the rest of them party the night away.

In the end I keep it simple. My faded and slightly ripped black jeans are still clean. They're a skinny fit, tight around the upper leg, tighter at the waist, causing my belly to spill over. I should've gone up a size really, several swims a week are no match for an equal number of chocolate fueled evening gaming sessions. I don't bother changing my shoes either, leaving my jeans tucked into army boots that are scuffed and old. In an attempt to hide my waist, because the thought of being at the bar on a Friday night is making me self conscious, I change out my top. Swapping the plain white vest that shows off my C cups but also my growing not so slim belly for a baggy black Iron Maiden tee with the tree monster on the front. I keep my push up bra on though, not that I'm attempting to impress any of the numerous boys that are sure to be there, I just like how much perkier my breasts look. I leave my long black hair alone, it has a slight natural curl as it tumbles down over my shoulders to tickle at the tops of my breasts, with professional extensions weaved in to make it extra long. Lastly I touch up my red lipstick and redo the flicks on my blue and black eyeliner, the blue matches my eyes. Satisfied, I head out.

"You alright Morgan?"
"Hmmm?" I tear my attention away from the wind, certain it's actually speaking I'd actually been about to reply, to focus on the girl stood next to me. Dark skinned, with her own black hair styled into thick dreadlocks, a pretty white dress with green and red flowers hugs her slim flat chested frame, over which she's wearing a black waterproof jacket with the hood up. My own jacket is back in my room. "Hmmm?" I say again, swaying slightly, smiling. I pat her shoulder repeatedly whilst I try to recall her name. "Beth." I finally decide, nodding. She shakes her head. "Brandi."
"Brandy?" I look back at the pubs front door, now shut, no longer illuminated. "No thank you Beth." I giggle. "I'm only coming in for one drink."
"Just the one huh?"
"S' right." I nod, which makes the world sway. I giggle again, holding up three fingers. I stare at them, then shake my head, lowering one. I nod. "One drink, then I've got a.... um.... fucking castle or something...." I wave my hand in a vague imitation of sword thrusts. "Got a dungeon to plunder."
"Oh." Beth/Brandi nods, looking slightly puzzled. She nods. "Okay Morgan. Can you find your way back to Ash?"
"Sure." I let go of Beth/Brandi, who gives me an amused smile as I begin to wander down the streetlamp lit path, zigzagging from right to left, thrusting and parrying with my invisible sword every third or forth step.

At some point, my drunk brain, not used to being so full up of alcohol, becomes convinced I'm inside the game I was supposed to be playing this evening. The shift from reality to fantasy is seamless. A light drizzle begins to fall, meaning more clouds then stars in the night sky above. The wind drops to a light breeze, not even enough to stir my hair. I keep walking, searching for my 'castle', dodging imagined enemies as I walk up and then back down the hill twice, completely ignoring any of the darkened dorm buildings, including my own. My black tee is soon plastered to the contours of my breasts and belly, though I don't notice.

"Castle." I proclaim in victory, pointing my imagined sword, now a stick I picked up on my second trip up the hill, at the dark silhouette of St Echoes ahead. It's now long past midnight, and only half the campus streetlights are still lit, some weird cost saving measure, throwing almost everything into shadow. The rain is still falling although my drunk brain, lost in the quest daydream, is convinced I've spent the whole time wading through a swamp, which accounts for the squelching sounds I'm making with each footstep. Stopping, I smile, and look from left to right. "I'll take it from here." I tell my travelling companions, actually just the trees that happen to be currently flanking the footpath, nodding to each as they wish me well.

Coming around the buildings side, since I'd arrived at the rear, I discover a faint glow shining through the high stained glass windows. I frown, looks as though my rivals have beaten me to the treasure. "Well then." I square my shoulders, and attempt to pull up my jeans, which are so wet they've fused to my legs, so don't move. "Time to reclaim the lost gold of El-Adril." Reaching the front I find the churches only door standing slightly open, allowing more light to spill out into the dark night. I take a breath, before pushing the door open, striding in.

The interior of St Echoes is small and rectangular, with a slight dog leg alcove at one end on the left. Stained glass windows cover two of the four main walls, depicting sword wielding armies on the march against a red enemy, whilst arching wooden beams hold up the slate roof. The floor is a mixture of stone and wood, devoid of any furniture, instead three concentric circles of candles are spread out in the open space. There are four girls here, two of them, both tall and blonde, are finishing up lighting the final circle, whilst a third, quite plump with short brown hair, is just finishing up hogtying the skinny red headed forth in the centre of the smallest circle. All four girls are naked, their bodies covered in various painted symbols.

"What the fuck?" Exclaims one of the candle lighters, looking up as the door swings shut behind me with a quiet boom. She glares at the third girl, also looking at me whilst she holds the final hogtie rope wrapped around one fat hand, the muscles on her arm standing out as she keeps the tension. Forcing the tied girls wrists to remain against her ankles, her body arched with knees and breasts lifted clear off the floor. The tied girl is whimpering quietly at the strain this harsh position is placing on her body. "Elle, Damn it." The candle lighter shakes her head, pointing at the door. "I thought you locked that."
"Sorry 'Chelle." Elle shrugs, releasing the rope as she does, an act which suddenly slackens the forth girls hogtie, causing her feet, and head, to smack down onto the floor, making her grunt behind the cloth gag forced and tied in her mouth. "Oops." Elle looks down, giggling. Michelle puts a hand to her forehead, massaging her temple. "Fucks sake, the lot of you. How are we supposed to summon the storm if we can't even get the prep right?" The other three all look at the floor, chastised. Michelle turns her attention to me. "Fuck off." She tells me, advancing across the room. "We don't need a fifth."
"Hmmm?" I've spent the whole time looking around, trying to spot the hidden trapdoor down into the dungeon labyrinth, which my drunk brain still somehow remembers reading about in a forum thread, written by someone who already conquered this particular quest. With Michelle now stood directly in front of me though I'm forced to give her my full attention. I open my mouth, just as I feel my eyes and legs getting heavy, the alcohol finally taking it's toll, forcing my awake too long body to shut down. I slump forwards, Michelle catching me as I do, lowering me to the floor.

I don't see her smile, nor the other candle lighter advancing. "Lili." Michelle says, her voice so faint it sounds like it's coming from several continents away. "You're out girl. Looks like we've got ourselves a proper offering." I close my eyes, and drift.

It's my drool that wakes me, the stickiness, the feel of it leaking, leaving me with a very dry mouth and a slowly growing headache. Everything feels wrong too, my bed isn't this cold, or hard, and I cant swallow properly, or move. Opening my eyes the first things I see are the candles marching away from me at eye level, because I'm laid on the floor. I look around, discovering my predicament. I'm naked, my body turned into a canvas, painted bright reds and yellows mix with dull blacks and dark greens, swirling all over me. I blush, looking down at my exposed but paint covered pussy and breasts. The reason I can't move is because I've been tightly hogtied, not able to twist to a point I could see them, I can feel the ropes wrapping my wrists and ankles. And the reason I can't swallow properly is because I've been gagged, the more awake, and aware, I become, I can taste the knotted cloth pressed up tightly against my tongue. After some struggling I discover I'm alone, the door is shut, the four girls have left me here. Why though? Is this a prank, some kind of dare? Didn't one of them say something about summoning the storm? What the actual fuck does that even mean, it's always stormy here.

I hear a hissing noise coming from beneath me, at the same time as all of the candles extinguish, plunging the church, and me, into darkness.

Very good beginning. One of the most specifically detailed story's I have read. I loved the discription of the abandond mediaeval church, great setting and great scenario. Also love how you described what you and the girls were wearing.


Well done for the first part, don't have time to read all of the next, but will do later and I will be sure to comment on it.

[RopeBunny]

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[Risperdaltied]

Really enjoying this - have no idea where its going but loving it!

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[Dpsiic]

This is amazing, so descriptive. What an imagination you have.

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[Risperdaltied]

This is simply...brilliant.

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[RopeBunny]

Left this one too long, sorry. I know some of you read and enjoy my work, apologies for keeping you waiting.

I'm posting the final three chapters now.

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[Risperdaltied]

I have LOVED this story.

Feels like the end but perhaps we’ll see Morgan again....(please!!)

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[Risperdaltied]

[Solarbeast]

This was another great story that I’m glad had a great ending. I can’t believe how great this type of plot is, and despite it being regularly written, it is a new and amazing story each time. I can’t wait to read more.