theseeker : 03 - The Ex's Revenge (f/m, ff/m, m/f)

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03 - The Ex's Revenge
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By theseeker

Mon Jul 09, 2007 2:47 am

The Ex's Revenge

I woke up on a Saturday morning expecting a boring day to slip into my nice boring weekend. I realized within the next hour that I could not have been farther from the truth.

I was woken up by my cell phones high pitched ring from the table next to my bed. I rolled onto my side and sloppily tossed a hand over and snatched it up. It took my eyes a moment to put the name on the caller ID into perspective, but even when it did, I still doubted it. I shook my head and looked again. Same thing. It was Jessica, my ex girlfriend. I frowned at the name for a second until another shrill ring broke into my confusion. I answered it on this fourth ring.

“Hello?” I said, my voice was half confused/half asleep. Sure enough, Jessica’s voice came through the speaker. She asked me if she had woken me up in her most sugary tone. I quickly told her she hadn’t even though she had, and I didn’t really know why. After all, she wasn’t my girlfriend anymore, what did I care if I told her she woke me up. “What’s goin on Jess?” I asked as I raised a hand to my head and rubbed my thumb and forefinger into my brow. She told me she wanted to come over this morning and pick up some stuff she still had at my house. Seemed normal enough. I told her ok. Big mistake.

I rolled out of bed, stumbled into my kitchen, and made a bowl of cereal. I wasn’t halfway done when I heard my doorbell. I dropped my spoon into the bowl kind of angrily and headed to the door. She must have already been on her way. I didn’t even have to time to change out of the white shirt and basketball shorts I was wearing, so I felt kind of weird I had to look like a slob the first time I was seeing my ex in over 2 weeks.

I pulled open the front door and Jessica was standing on my doorstep, looking great. She was wearing a black t-shirt with some logo on the front, khaki capri pants, and a pair of flip-flops. Her dark hair was pulled back behind her in a tight ponytail, and she was wearing a pair of big, dark sunglasses that hid practically half her face. She had her hands on her hips and was giving me a sort of “look at you” face.

“Hey Jess. Sorry about…” I motioned to my sloppy get-up. She grinned at me.

“I thought I didn’t wake you up Matty.”

I hated that name, and I almost told her not to call me it, especially now that we were broken up, but I didn’t. Instead, I shrugged and stepped to the side with a “come in” gesture. She walked in and that was when I noticed the first kind of weird thing. She had her purse with her, and she wasn’t the kind of girl who needed a purse at her side 24/7. In fact, she rarely took it out of her car when she went places.

“Planning on packing up all your stuff in that?” I joked, pointing to the purse. She looked at it, then me and grinned again. I made a funny face at her as she turned and headed towards my bedroom. “So apparently, you know the way already?” I joked again, but this time she didn’t even look, just kept heading in that direction.

“Come help me Matty.” She called over her shoulder as she turned into my room. I couldn’t believe it! She expected me to HELP get her stuff out!? I had a bowl of cereal getting soggy for crying out loud. I sighed and followed her. The quicker she got done, the quicker she got out.

I reached my room and stood in the doorway. Jessica was on her knees, bent over and searching under my bed. I admired the sight for a moment.

“You left something under my bed?” I asked finally. “What is it? A sandwich?” I joked, but for the third time, Jessica did not laugh. I shrugged and went over to my computer desk and sat on the chair. Thinking back, it must have been what Jessica was planning on. That I would follow her into the room, see her digging under my bed, a place I surely didn’t want to go, and sit down. I turned my tower on and leaned back in the chair to wait for it to start up. I heard Jessica get up, I even heard a strange jingling sound from behind me, but why should I have cared? She was just getting her stuff, right? Wrong.

It happened in a blink of an eye. I felt something wrap around my left wrist and when I looked down at it, I immediately felt my right arm get hooked by hers and yanked behind me. As I began to pull it back, I felt something be wrapped around it as well.

“What the hell?” I asked and leaned forward in the chair. My now handcuffed arms stopped me about halfway by ramming into the back of the chair. My wrists were pinched sharply as it happened. “Jessica?” I said in confusion as I turned my head around quickly. She was bent down going through her purse. “What are you doing? Robbing me?” I asked her jokingly, but feeling uneasy as I said the words. Would Jessica rob me? She wasn’t THAT crazy was she?

“Quite literally Matty.” She answered, still rummaging through her purse. I frowned at that statement and pulled at my wrists again. My chest went tight in restraint.

“Ok, ha-ha Jess. Really cute. Seriously. Pretend to rob me. I get it, it’s funny.” I starting rambling on because I was actually beginning to feel very uneasy being handcuffed. “You got me, now come on, take em off.”

She finally stepped to my side, and that made me feel a little better. I didn’t like her being behind me where I couldn’t see her. She was grinning down at me with that same grin from before. Her glasses were now perched on top of her head, and her blue eyes gazing down at me.

“Matty, you don’t have a clue.” She said.

“What do oommmph!” I began as she suddenly stuffed a wadded-up cloth or rag or something into my mouth. The cloth felt gross on my tongue, and then worse as I felt her fingers working the whole thing in. I tried to bite down, but my teeth sunk into the cloth. She finally managed to get the whole thing in, and as soon as she took her hand away, I began working it back out with my tongue. I heard the sound of something ripping.

“MMM!” I said as I realized what it was. Sure enough, a moment later there was a roll of duct tape coming over my head. Jessica dropped it to right in front of my mouth with a long strip of it already off the roll. I tried desperately to spit the rag out and yell for her not to, but she quickly yanked it towards me and it completely sealed my lips. I felt her smooth down the loose side as she began pulling the roll around my head the other way. I watched as the roll of tape passed before my eyes and over my mouth. I watched again. And again. After five times, my cheeks felt like they were actually bulging above and below the tape, and she finally ripped it off and smoothed the end off over my cheek.

“Mmmmph! MMMPH! MM-MMM! MMMM!” I began screaming into the gag, but the five layers of tape turned it into a pathetic, low mumbling. My lips felt sticky under the bottom layer, and as I tried to move them, I realized I could not open them even a crack.

Jessica’s face came floating down in front of mine. Now the grin was a smile, and her eyes were purely delighted. I let out another grunt and pulled at my cuffed wrists. I leaned forward and shouted into the gag and stared at her in wide-eyed anger.

“You’re cute when you’ve got a gag Matty.” She said and looked down at the spot my lips would have been if not buried under tape. She put a finger to them and pressed. I exploded with more yells that only came out as “Mmph’s”. “Now, let me explain something.” She said. She moved to the front of the chair and sat on my lap. Her weight fell on something that’s not supposed to be weighted and I quickly shifted my position. I could smell her stupid body spray coming off her neck, and that only made me more mad. I couldn’t even stop smelling it, I HAD to breath through my nose.

“Mmmmmm!” I yelled and twisted my body around a little.

“Oh save it Matty.” She said as if she was talking to a child taking a tantrum. “That’s why I gagged you. So I talk and YOU listen.” I wanted to kill her. I literally wanted to kill her I think. I couldn’t stand being talked down to like this, but what could I do? Any protests I had were trapped under five layers of duct tape and a rag. I breathed quick bursts of angry breath through my nose and looked up at her. “Much better.” She said and patted my head. “You’re learning.”

“MMMPH! MMMMM! Mmm-MMM!” I shouted. I couldn’t help it, she was doing this on purpose. Getting my so riled up that I HAD to scream.

“Do you need me to explain the gag again?” She asked and gave me a sympathetic look. I grunted and jerked my body in the chair. “Ok, while you ‘mmmmm’, listen to me. I have you handcuffed. With REAL handcuffs. And only I have the key, so essentially, I own you as of right now.” I yelled at her, she waited, I gave up, she talked again. “Now, I’m going to take you for a little ride, go easy and this whole thing will be A LOT better for you, trust me. If you make a fuss, it’s going to be bad. Got it?”

I stared at her with hateful eyes and shook my head slowly.

“I can tell by that LOVELY look in your eyes that you got it, so let’s get going shall we?”

She walked to my side and slipped a hand beneath my arm and pulled. I didn’t move.

“Come on Matty, stand up. I know you can do it.” She said and pulled again. This time I pulled my weight back down. “Already doing things the hard way. Fine, have it your way, but take this as a lesson.” She said, and for the first time I heard anger in her voice, and that scared me more than anything.

She moved to the front of the chair again and bent down. I felt her grab my ankles and immediately began crying for her to stop, but once again to no avail.

“What Matty? I can’t understand you?” She teased me. “See, you forget that we dated for 3 months. I know about everything you hate, and I WILL use them, believe me.”

I could not believe I was being talked to like this. I pulled so hard at the handcuffs that I thought my wrists were going to break. I pushed the cloth around the inside of my mouth with my tongue, wishing I could spit it out. Spit it at her.

“Now easy way or hard way? If you’re ready to cooperate, let me hear one of those lovely ‘mmphs’ you do so well.”

I shook my head again and gave her a look that told her if she did it, she was dead. Sometime, somewhere, she was dead.

“Fine.” She said coldly and dropped down to my feet. She grabbed one of legs and essentially put it in a headlock. I pulled it away from her, but my ankle was caught between her ribs and her arm.

“Mmmmm!” I finally gave in, but it was too late. I felt the sock getting peeled off my foot. She took it off slowly and then tossed it over her shoulder. It landed in my lap.

“Now I forget… do you LIKE having your feet tickled?” She asked me and I felt her run a finger down my sole. I shivered and twitched all over.

“Mmmm! Mmmmm!” I screamed, trying to give in a million times. She looked back at me, and when I saw her face it was pure evil.

“Now you know who’s in control.” She said seriously and dropped my foot. I let out a sigh of relief through my nose and slumped into the chair. She grabbed my other foot and I felt the sock be ripped off that one too. I immediately jumped back up and mumbled a startled cry. “Relax, I’m just giving you a matching pair.” She said and tossed the sock onto my lap. “Now listen. You’re handcuffed, gagged, and barefoot. Which means I could sit here and torture you all day if I wanted to. So please, PLEASE, do things the easy way.”

I had to let her think she had beaten me. At least for the time being. I nodded my head in my best effort to hide my anger. She smiled and walked over to my side again.

“Now get up. We’ve got places to go.”

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• 01 - Zoe and I (f/m, m/f)
• 02 - Rachel's Situation (mm/f)
• 03 - The Ex's Revenge (f/m, ff/m, m/f)

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[Canuck100]

Sat Jul 14, 2007 10:08 pm

Part 2

Jessica hooked her arm beneath mine for the second time and lifted. This time, I stood up, leaning onto her as much as possible as I did, hoping to knock her down. She needed to be knocked down from the delusional throne she was sitting on, treating me like some sort of slave. She didn’t fall though, just tugged at my arm sharply causing me to twist a bit in pain and grunt into the gag. I shot a look at her and saw her staring into my eyes with a mixture of evilness and joy.

Standing up felt good. It made me feel more free somehow, and I instantly tried pulling apart my wrists behind my back foolishly thinking that the handcuffs were somehow weakened. They sharply dug into my wrists and told me they were not.

“Matty, they’re handcuffs doofus.” She said as she stepped to my side and hooked her arm between my side and my arm and pulled me close to her. I almost stumbled over the chair legs as she did. “You’re in them till I say otherwise.”

Oh she must have loved playing this role. Every little comment she made was filled with pure joy, and it made my skin feel hot and itchy to not be able to say anything back. She saw how angry it got me and I could see her get that stupid little grin on every time.

She began pulling me towards my bedroom door. I reluctantly followed, my body being tugged towards hers by my arm. My t-shirt was pulling at my chest because of the position my arms were pulled into, and it kept rubbing and making me itchy as she yanked me along. She pulled me into my hallway and it hit me how crazy this really was. I was being dragged around my OWN house, unable to move my arms or speak. This thought triggered something inside me, and suddenly I had to do something.

I suddenly yanked away from her will all my might and took off down the hall towards my living room/kitchen area. I didn’t catch a look at her face, but I imagined she must have been pissed because I heard her make a little cry when I pulled away from her. I made it out into the kitchen and rushed towards the back door. My bare feet slapped against the tiles as I ran, and the floor was cold on my soles, but I didn’t let it slow me down. I made it to the door and spun around to try and get my hands around the knob. I stood on my tippy-toes and pulled my arms up as high as they could go, but the handle was just only barely on my fingertips and I could not get a grip on it.

I looked up to see Jessica slowly walking into the kitchen with her hands on her hips and shaking her head.

“Matty…” She said sounding disappointed.

My eyes darted around looking for something. Anything. I spotted my half-open window above my sink and ran over to it.

“MMMMMPH! MMMMMMMM!” I screamed, leaning over the sink to get my face as close to the screen as possible.

I felt her hand wrap around my mouth and she yanked me backwards. I stumbled and we both tumbled into my kitchen table. She landed on it and sat down to stop her momentum, I landed on top of her. I immediately pushed away from her with my butt and stood up, but she jumped up behind me and grabbed the lower half of my face again. Her fingers dug into the duct tape hard and I felt my whole jaw get tight.

“Matty shut the HELL up.” She commanded. I felt her hot breath on my ear and neck. I would have gotten excited under different circumstances. Now, all I did was grunt into her hand and twist my body. “Stop it!” She shouted and I felt the tip of her flip-flop ram into the back of my ankle. I let out a growl from beneath her hand and the tape that would have been intimidating had it not been buried under so much. “Now keep quiet and listen to me!”

She spun me around, releasing her hand from my mouth, and grabbed onto both my shoulders. I stared down at her, she was only about 6 inches shorter than me, and saw those cold blue eyes meant business. I felt stupid being able to stand in front of her like we were having a conversation, yet not able to open my mouth.

“We’re going out to my car. If you make a SOUND on the way there, I am going to stuff you in the god damn trunk Matty, I swear.” She said, cocking her head to the side and looking up at me with big eyes that meant this was important. “If you are good, you can sit up front and I might even take your gag off. Understand?”

I didn’t move or make a sound.

“You can try to run, but you’ll probably fall down. Plus, look at you! Do you know how stupid you look right now? If someone sees you, there going to laugh there ass of when they find out that little old ME did this. Now stay quiet and stand there and don’t move or I’m going to do VERY bad things to you before we leave this apartment.”

I shook my head and she smiled and winked before turning around and heading back to my bedroom. I looked around the kitchen for something to help me, but by the time I had scanned the entire room and came up with nothing, she was coming back holding a spring jacket in one hand and a winter scarf in her other. She saw me looking at them as she got into the kitchen, so she held them in front of her face and dangled them around smiling.

“Don’t look so curious.” She said as she set the scarf on the table and walked around behind me with the jacket. I turned my head to follow her, and as my body was beginning to turn with it, she jabbed a hand into my side to stop me. “I always liked this jacket on you.” She said and I felt it being draped over my shoulders. I made a little confused sound and she walked around to my front. She pulled the front together and began zipping it up, grinning at me the whole time. She took it all the way to the top, right below my chin. She then took the arms of each side and tucked them into the front pockets of the jacket. She took a step back to look me over. I saw her starting to laugh and I jerked my arms around trying to get out of it. This made her laugh even harder.

“Matty! You look so stupid!” She said pointing at me. I stopped moving around, I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. She laugh once more before grabbing the scarf. She walked up close to me and looped it around my head.

“Mmmm.” I said as she began wrapping it around my mouth. She finished it off by tossing one end over my shoulder from behind, letting it drape down the front of my chest. She once again stepped back.

“Very fashionable.” She said nodding her head. I began burning up inside the jacket. My neck was getting hot too. It was probably about 78 degrees outside, and maybe a few more in the apartment. “Must be uncomfortable, huh? Well, the quicker we move, the quicker you get it off, so let’s go.”
She picked up her purse, walked to my side, and grabbed my arm above the jacket. I pulled away from her, but it was no use, I was too hot and uncomfortable to put up a fight. She yanked me towards the back door and opened it.

“MMM!” I cried into the gag and shook my head. This was it, I was officially being kidnapped.

“What did I say?” She said sternly and pointed a finger at me. I had to stop her. I had to at least slow her down! I didn’t WANT to be kidnapped.

“MMM!” I cried again, and this time I raised my foot up to her. She looked at it and I shook it back and forth.

“Shoes?” She asked.

“Mmm-hmmm!” I nodded.

“No.” She quickly answered. I was crushed. “You’ll be less inclined to run if your barefoot, now let’s go.”

And with that, I was yanked out the safety of my apartment and she slammed the door shut behind me. I looked back it with terrified eyes. This had officially gotten to a ridiculous level.

“I swear I’ll stuff you in the trunk. Keep quiet.” She demanded and began leading my to the set of steps that led down to the backyard of the building. I rented out the tiny apartment on the third floor of the building, which meant we had to go down two flights of stairs. That meant I had a long time to try and get one of my neighbors attention. I looked around and spotted Jessica’s car behind the backyard and past the fence in the alleyway. I looked at her trunk. I did NOT want to be put in there. But I did NOT want to be kidnapped either.

“It’s pitch black in the trunk.” She said as she began leading me down the first of the steps, as if she was reading my thoughts. “I saw a few spiders once.”

I moaned behind the gag, she pushed her lips together to hide a smile. The grass of the backyard was approaching fast. It may have been my last chance to get away.

“It would sure suck to be stuck in there all day and night.” She said over he shoulder as she carefully led me down the last few steps. What could I do? I kept quiet.

I stepped off the last step and into the grass. It jabbed up between my toes as we walked and tickled me. Jessica just marched forward with her fingers tightly stuck into my arm. She reached the back gate and swung it open. I was pulled through and she shut it behind us. Then she led me over to the passenger side door, which was met by my relieved sigh. I thought she was going to stuff me in the trunk just for the hell of it. She pulled open the door and gestured for me to get in. I desperately glanced around the alley for another human, but none were there. Goodbye freedom.

I dropped into the seat and she quickly swung my legs in for me. I actually saw relief on her face as she did this. She must have been terrified of getting caught between my door and her car. Good. I wanted her to feel fear! Or anything really, just something besides JOY! She leaned over me and unzipped the jacket. I smelt her body spray again and turned my head in disgust. She got it undone, and jiggled it off my shoulders before tossing it into the backseat. The scarf came off next, which felt very good to have them both off. My body and neck were instantly met with the cool breeze from outside the car door. She leaned back out of the car and put her hand on the door ready to close it.

“MMMM!” I called out and ducked my head to see her face. She looked down at me. “Mmm-mmm.” I said and motioned to my gagged mouth with my eyes and a downward tilt of my head. She told the truth about the trunk, so I figured it was worth a shot to see if she’d take the gag off too. She looked at me for a moment, then looked around outside the car. She was considering it. I waited patiently, and then my hopes were crushed as she gave me a “sorry” look and slammed the door shut.

“Mmmmmph!” I screamed at her, watching her walk around the car to the drivers side. She got in and I let loose on her, screamed and jerking around in the passengers side. She looked at me and swallowed before jamming the key into the ignition and starting it. The fact that she had stopped talking was actually making me a little nervous. The car was into motion and we were off. I kept glancing between her and the road, occasionally letting a sound escaping from my throat into the gag. She looked nervous still as she drove. Probably because her passenger was bound, gagged, and furious. We pulled onto a real street and I saw her nervousness begin to fade. She let out a sigh and pulled onto the road.

“Got you Matty.” She said and leaned back in her seat, one hand wrapped around the top of the steering wheel. “I actually thought I was going to get busted back there, you know? Thanks for keeping quiet.”

I let out a muffled sentence that would have been a sarcastic “No problem.” . She looked over at me and smiled.

“Fine. I’ll ungag you.” She said as she spotted something outside the car. I followed her line of sight to a car wash. She pulled into it and headed for the last available spot at the far end. The sun was wiped away by the shadowed, cool underside of the roof. I looked all around us as she put the car in park and pulled the keys out. She was smiling at me again, which I really didn’t know how to take. It kind of made me feel uncomfortable. Then she got out of the car, slammed her door and headed around to my side. I couldn’t believe she was actually doing this at a car wash. Apparently, she was only nervous about getting caught by MY house. Getting me away gave her some kind of bizarre confidence.

My door opened up and Jessica ducked beneath the top of the car and swung her leg over mine and straddled my lap. She yanked the door closed behind her and dug her left knee into the seat at my left side. Her butt came down on my knees and she folded her hands in front of her.

“Now Matty, you have to promise not to scream though. Not like it will do any good really, there’s no one that’s gonna hear you before I re-gag you and stuff you in the trunk.”

“Mmmm.” I said and nodded my head. She grinned and nodded her head as well in approval.

She leaned forward and reached for the end of the tape. After a few seconds of peeling the tip off with her fingertips, I felt it begin to get pulled off. The first layer came off the front, and I dipped my head for her to continue in the back. We did that four more times, the last time I felt little bits of my hair in the back being yanked out. Finally, the tape was off, and she balled it up and tossed it into the backseat. I began to push out the cloth, which was now soaked. She reached up and plucked it from my lips with her two fingers, making a face at it and tossing it back with the ball of tape. I sighed and began moving my lips and jaw around.

“Jessica,” I finally said, my first word in a half hour. “This… is… crazy.” I said, emphasizing each word.

“This is revenge.” She said in the same way.

[Canuck100]

Sun Jul 15, 2007 2:32 am

Part 3

“Revenge!?” I cried out. “Whaphmmph” She clamped her hand over my mouth and shoved my head back into the headrest.

“Don’t get loud Matty.” She calmly instructed. “If you want to keep talking, don’t get loud.”

I waited for her to take her hand off my mouth, but apparently she was waiting for some sort of response. I sighed and nodded my head as I rolled my eyes. She dropped her hand.

“Jess, what the hell are you talking about, Revenge? We broke up! It happens all the time! I - mmmmph!”

“Shhhh!” She said, raising a finger to her lips. Now I was getting annoyed with this. I let out a loud grumble into her hand. She pushed down harder and I felt my cheeks bulge a bit. “Don’t play dumb Matty,” She said, still keeping my quiet with her hand clamped over my mouth. “I know you cheated on me.”

“MMMMM!” I shouted and brought my head towards her with wide eyed confusion. She promptly shove me back towards the headrest. It was a lie! A straight up lie! I never cheated on her!

“Knock off the act Matty!” She said, and there was genuine hurtfulness in her eyes. She actually believed what she was saying. “Steph told my everything.”

I wondered who the hell “Steph” was until it finally clicked. Steph was Stephanie Mandasavich, the girl I had dated before Jessica and…

“Matty?” Jessica asked me, probably noticing I had got a dreamy stare on. My eyes focused back onto hers. “It’s ok. We can work it out. You just have to learn your lesson and then we can try to be a couple again.”

Stephanie. I had cheated on her when we were going out. Not Jessica.

“Mmm.” I said calmly and looked down at her hand over my mouth. She gave me a cautious look before slowly taking her hand away. “Jess, believe me I didn’t cheat on you! I swear! Stephanie is - fummmbermm.” Her hand came down again and now she was shaking her head.

“I am disappointed Matty. You have to admit what you did first before we can move on from this. Now do you want to admit it?”

“MMM!” I shouted, doing my best “No!”. She shook her head again, and this time actually looked pissed. This wasn’t fair! I wasn’t admitting to something that wasn’t true!

“Then we have nothing to discuss.” She said used her free hand to grab her purse. I looked down the best I could and saw her pulling out the roll of duct tape. I mmphed into her hand, begging her to let me talk. She held the roll to her mouth and got the edge in her teeth. She pulled it away and a long piece came off. She took her hand off my mouth and I opened it to yell, but the tape came flying into it. My words were jumbled as the duct tape cleave gagged me. She began wrapping it around my head like before, but this time it kept going between my teeth and each wrap pulled my lips tighter together. By the fourth wrap she was now going over my lips, and I was gagged like before, only now I had disgusting tape between my lips as well.

“Now you’ll have time to think it over before we speak again.” She said sternly and popped open the passenger side door. She got off me and I screamed at her, which now was weaker and lower than ever. She hopped back into the drivers seat, stated the car, and took off without saying another word. I sat in my forced silence and could only wait to see where we were going. A few blocks later, Jessica pulled out her cell phone and made a call. I watched her curiously and a little nervously.

“Hey.” She said and paused. “Yea.” Another pause, this time she glanced at me during it. “Five minutes.”

Then she hung up the phone and that was it. Where the hell were we going to be in five minutes was the question now. About six minutes later, I got the answer. We pulled into a houses concrete driveway that led up to an open garage, and standing in the garage with her hand on the button to close it was Stephanie.

I shouted at Jessica, but she ignored my muffled cries, driving into the dark garage and parking the car. I stared at Stephanie with hateful eyes. She had a stupid little smirk on her stupid little blonde head. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a gray hoodie, and a pair of sneakers. I watcher her face go from awe to sheer delight as the car settled in, and she got a look at my gagged face.

“Oh Jessica! I’m so proud of you girl!” She cheered, walking over to the drivers side. She kept her voice low though. I could only assume by that and the other car in the garage that her parents were home. Stephanie was 18, a year older than Jessica. They both lived with their parents. They couldn’t possibly bring me into a house with parents home… could they?

Jessica got out of the car and stood beside it with her hands on her hips.

“I told you I would.” She said proudly. “Didn’t I?”

Steph bent over with her hands on her knees to get a look at me. I sat silently burning in anger that I was being put on display like a piece of art. Stephanie smiled and nodded her head.

“Yes you did.” She said. “Handcuffed?”

“Yep.”

“Did you stuff his mouth like I told you?”

“Yep. Well except not now.”

I couldn’t believe they were going through a checklist when I was sitting right there.

“What?” Stephanie asked, spinning around.

“I took the tape off at a carwash and-

“Jessica! I told you, don’t let him talk until he’s learned his lesson!”

“I know, I just-

“Did he lie like I told you he would?”

“Yea.”

“Mmmmph!” I cried out. I didn’t lie to anyone! Stephanie looked back at me pleased.

“Well, at least your keeping him quiet. Why didn’t you put him in the trunk like we discussed though? You want to get caught Jess?”

“I can’t Steph. It’s just too mean.”

I couldn’t believe what I heard. Something TOO mean for me? The cheater? It was a miracle. Stephanie looked at her, then back at me.

“Well we have to at least move him to the back seat. It’s too risky having someone with tape wrapped around their head in the front.”

“Yea, right.” Jessica agreed, sounding a bit embarrassed.

“Come on.” Stephanie said and motioned for Jessica to follow her to the passenger side. I watched them walked around the front of the car through the windshield and still was in disbelief this was actually happening. Steph got to my door first and yanked it open. She was met by my muffled protests, to which she looked delighted. She examined me and an angry look came to her face. “You didn’t tie his feet?”

“No.” Jessica replied, sounding ashamed again. “I thought-

Stephanie had already leaned into the car and picked up the roll of duct tape from the drivers seat. She rolled up the sleeves of her hoodie and began tearing some off. She then bent down to wrap my ankles but I pulled my legs up and swung them over to the drivers side. Steph looked pissed.

“Hold him.” She commanded and Jessica quickly wrapped her arms around my torso. I squirmed around in them as Steph quickly made her way to the other side of the car. She got there and dropped to a squat and began wrapping tape around my ankles. I fought them off as much as I could before my feet were completely stuck together tightly. She then unexpectedly pulled me towards her a little by the middle of my taped feet, and began to rip off some more tape. Soon enough, she was wrapping up my knees as well. Above AND below.

“Lets just throw him in the trunk Jess.” Steph said, wiping some sweat from her brow. She was leaning onto my shins. I looked over my shoulder at
Jessica and began mumbling to her. I was trying to tell her what a psycho Stephanie was. She just looked at me.

“Backseat will be good enough.”

Stephanie grunted and said fine. Then she began pulling me out the drivers side by my feet. She told Jessica to come help her. She went over and then I was being carried into the backseat, Steph at my feet, Jessica grabbing me under the arms. I was tossed in and the back door was slammed behind me. Now I was completely immobile and silenced and there was TWO girls who wanted revenge.

I was screwed.

[Canuck100]

Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:10 pm

Part 4

I laid face down in the backseat of the car, my hands cuffed behind me, my ankles, knees and mouth wrapped in duct tape. Jessica was driving somewhere, I couldn’t see exactly where because I couldn’t get up. Steph was in the back with me, sitting on the edge of the seat, ready to shove me down if I tried moving. I stole little glances over my shoulder at her whenever I could, most of the time I was met by her grinning down at me sinisterly. She was the reason this was all happening, and I didn’t think I could hate a single person more than I hated her at the time.

She lowered her face to mine and stared at me. I stared back at her wide, green eyes. Her shoulder length blond hair was wrapped around the backs of her ears. Her tanned skin made framed lines around her thin lips as she grinned. She lifted one thin, dark eyebrow and leaned towards my ear.

“You cheated on the wrong girl, huh?” She whispered, her breath hot on my ear. I breathed angry, quick bursts of air through my nose which she seemed to be amused by. “Don’t get mad Matt! Get revenge!” She whispered, and when she finished she pinched me hard on the back of my neck. I cried out in reflex, but of course it was muffled completely by all the tape. Steph reached around my shoulder and clamped her hand over my mouth and craned my neck back a little. I moaned into her hand at the sudden movement. She bent over more, and was actually a little beneath my eye line. I looked down as much as I could, but her hand kept my head tilted back. I saw the sheer joy in her face and mumbled some angry words at her.

“How about some music, Jessica?” She called to the front as she got back to her sitting position on the edge of the backseat and released my head. Jessica looked back, glanced down at me nervously, then back to the road. “What’s the matter with you? We’re scott free baby! Let’s do some celebrating!”

Steph leaned forward and stretched to the radio to turn it on. A second later, some pop song started blasting out of the back speakers.

“WOO!” Steph cheered and grabbed Jessica by the shoulder. “Scott free baby!” Jessica let a smile crack on her face. “That’s more like it!” Steph spoke loudly over the radio and patted her on the arm.

When she turned back to me, the excitement was gone and replaced by the same sinister look from before. I eyed her over my shoulder cautiously and something told me that there was something seriously wrong with her. Jessica had been mean, but Steph was acting crazy. Suddenly she leaned down again, grabbed my mouth, and leaned my head back again. This time she stayed a little above me as she watched my struggling in delight. She took her index finger and thumb from the hand she had on over mouth and pinched my nose. I felt panic come over me as I suddenly could not breath at all. I screamed, but the muffled noise was drowned out even further by the loud music. She quickly let go and I thankfully took deep breaths through my nose. Then she did it again. Same routine. Finally after three times she laughed evilly and let my head drop to the seat.

It was confirmed, she was crazy. Messing around like that was a bit out of hand. If only Jessica had seen it, she too would probably realize what a freak Stephanie really was. It was the reason I had dumped her in the first place.

She then grabbed something that made my whole body spasm. She quickly let go and shoved me back down hard.

“I’ll have to remember that!” She said, pressing her lips to my ear. When I didn’t respond, she dug her fingers into the top of my head and grabbed a fistful of hair. She pulled backwards and my head instinctively shot up. I cringed in pain, and she giggled before leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. She shoved my head back down and patted me on the butt. I grumbled into the gag, but she was moving away from me, towards the other side of the back. I twisted my body slightly to follow her.

She lifted my feet by the tape that bound them, then sat next to the window. I watched her cautiously as she then lifted her right leg onto the seat. She grabbed my ankles by the tape and pulled them down between her legs. Finally she laid my feet over the end of her lap, and then wrapped her right leg around both of mine, tucking it under her left. The end result was not something I was exactly pleased by. She sat comfortably at the end of the seat with the upturned soles of my feet locked between her legs. She knew what I hated, and now I would pay for it.

I felt her fingers trickled down my foot and I twisted my body around as much as I could and shouted into the gag. Her eyes lit up at this, and then she assaulted me. Her fingers were working crazily fast as they worked over ever part of my feet. I jerked and twisted and pulled but it was no use, my lower half was locked between her legs, and it pretty much kept the rest of my straight. My mouth worked endlessly beneath the layers of tape, trying to scream and shout but my “mmmphs” were lost in the music.

After a few minutes of this which seemed like hours, the must was quickly lowered. Jessica turned back and looked at me. I must have been beat red, and I felt the beads of sweat crawling all over my face.

“What the hell are you doing Steph? He’s shaking the whole car!”

“MMMMMPH! MMMMMM!” I demanded Jessica’s attention now that she was looking back at me. I pleaded and pleaded the best I could, praying she would take my gag off just long enough to warn her how crazy this bitch really was.

“Just teaching him a little lesson.” Steph said casually, she had stopped tickling, and was now rubbing her palm over my soles as if teasing me that she could start again at anytime. “If you’re not going to put him in the trunk, we might as well make him suffer for the ride.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one doing that though, Steph?” Jessica asked, she sounded a bit angry and a little confused. Steph stopped rubbing my feet, and I felt her body stiffen. There was an odd silence.

“Yea.” She finally said. “You’re right.”

The rest of the car trip was silent and, thankfully, tickle-free. When the car finally stopped and the ignition turned off, I was allowed to get up and see where the hell we were. I was shocked and confused to see we were BACK at Stephanie’s house. Only this time, we were the only car in the garage. I swallowed hard in my suddenly dry throat.

[Canuck100]

Mon Oct 08, 2007 3:51 am

Part 5

I put up quite a struggle as my two ex-girlfriends lugged me into Stephanie’s house. It didn’t do much good though, being that my hands, feet and knees were completely immobilized by handcuffs and duct tape. Steph had my bare feet locked under her arm as she walked backwards through the doorway that led from her garage to her kitchen. Jessica had both her arms hooked under mine behind me, and I could feel her struggling to carry me, so I tried making it as tough as possible for her by jerking around and twisting my body. I grunted into my multilayer tape gag, and when we finally got fully into the kitchen I began letting out shouts into it in hopes that someone would be home and hear me. Judging by the sinister grin on Steph’s face, there was no such luck for me. Jessica slapped a hand over my already gagged mouth to try and quiet me even more, which made me try to yell even harder.

“Matty!” Jessica said taking deep breaths. “Just shut up!”

“Some boys will never learn!” Steph said as she led me into the living room.

They carried my flailing body to the couch and quickly flopped me down on it. I landed and sunk in a bit to the big cushions and immediately stopped squirming. I looked back and forth between the two girls hovering above me out of breath and couldn’t help but wonder, “Now what?”.

Steph pulled off her sweat shirt, revealing a tight grey shirt beneath it. She slid a hair tie off her wrist and put her shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair into a ponytail.

“OK.” She said. “He’s not going anywhere now.”

“Yea, I guess not.” Jessica said running a hand through her hair. “Well, I guess I’ll go drop my mom’s car off.”

I shot a terrified look in Jessica’s direction, which she ignored.

“Then I’ll probably grab something to eat, maybe get a shower. Can you handle him by yourself for an hour or two?”

“MMM!” I shouted at Jess and swung my body up so I was sitting up facing her. I did NOT want to be left alone with Stephanie.

“Aww.” Jessica said and rubbed a hand through my hair. “He doesn’t want me to go.”

I stared up at her and mumbled into the gag. She gave me a little smile and pat on the cheek.

“Go on.” Stephanie said stepping between us and putting one hand on Jessica’s shoulder to lead her towards the garage door. “He’ll be waiting here when you get back.”

“Mmm-mmm! MMM-MMM!” I screamed and frantically shook my head.

“OK well I’ll be back in about an hour.” Jess told Steph at the door, then looked over her shoulder at me. “Be good Matty. Oh and here, just in case.” She then dug into her pocket and handed something to Stephanie that I couldn’t see.

I tried one more desperate attempt at asking her to stop, but then the door was closed and it was just me and Stephanie, who was walking towards me with a huge grin on her face. I moaned behind the tape and pulled at the handcuffs behind my back.

“That’s right baby, just you and me.” She said, and then she suddenly pounced on me. I fell onto my back on the couch as Steph landed straddling my hips and shoved me. I grunted as her weight pressed into my stomach. She then sat down on me, put her hands on her hips, and tilted her head. “Looks like you really cheated on the wrong girl, huh?”

I stared at her thinking of how much I hated every last thing about her and why the hell I ever dated her in the first place.

“What’s wrong Matthew?” She asked pushing a piece of dirty blonde hair that had slipped out of her ponytail behind her ear. “Nothing to say?”

When I didn’t make a fool of myself by trying to answer again, she quickly dug her fingers into my sides and started tickling my ribs. I naturally tried to get away, but with my restraints and Steph’s weight on me, all I could do was jerk back and forth beneath her. She thankfully stopped after a few seconds, replacing her hands on her hips and giving me the same joyful grin.

“When I ask you something, you answer me Matty.” She said.

I frowned at her and shook my head.

“You either go…” She started, then took her hand and covered her own mouth with it. “Mmm-hmm.” She hummed into her hand as she nodded her head and gave a wide-eyed face, then took it off. “Or…” She replaced it. “Mmm-mmm!” This time she shook her head and gave an over-the-top angry face. “Got it?”

Once again I refused to respond, but she placed her hands on my sides again and gave me a look that said “remember this?”.

“Got it or not Matty?”

“MMM!” I shouted into the gag trying to do my best “Yes!”.

“It needs work but… you’ll get it.” I slowly shook my head and kept up my anger towards her. “Don’t look so pissed Matt. Fair’s fair. You cheated, I did this. Do you agree that this fair punishment.”

“MMM!” I tried a “No!” this time. Didn’t sound much different.

“You see Matty, this is why I came up with the system! I don’t know if that was a “yes”, a “no”, a “maybe”, a “dog”, a…”

“Mmm-mmm!” I grumbled and shook my head before she could ramble on even more.

“No? You don’t think this is fair, huh? I spend a week of crying every night and you don’t think that’s as bad as this? OK Matt. What do YOU think would be fair then? Go on, tell me.”

I obviously couldn’t respond.

“Nothing? Well then I guess this will have to do then, won’t it?” She taunted me with a wink and a smile before finally getting off me and standing up. I saw her glance at the clock then back at me. “OK, we’re going to have to move this party upstairs now. I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”
She disappeared around the edge of the couch and I listened as she headed up her stairs to the second floor. When she was gone, I threw my legs off the side and got to a sitting position on the edge of the couch. I took a deep breath and looked around her living room, unable to believe I had been kidnapped and brought there. I pulled my cuffed hands around to my side and glanced back at them, giving them a little tug. Then I leaned forward and looked down at my duct taped knees and ankles. I twisted my feet around a bit trying to see if there was any give in it. There wasn’t, but something caught my eye that brought on a rush of adrenaline. A small, silver key laid only a foot away from me on the carpet. It dawned on me that that was what Jessica had given her for “just in case.”. My heart pounded with excitement as I quickly dropped to my knees and leaned towards it with my cuffed hands stretched out to the side. My fingers got a hold of it, and I hopped back to the couch and tried fumbling it around to the right position. That’s when Stephanie came back down the steps. I thought it over quickly and decided she might be able to get me locked back into them if I tried it in front of her, so I balled the key up in my fist and tried acting as cool as possible.

Steph stepped around to the front of me with a white bandanna dangling from her right hand. She held it up in front of her face to show me.

“Just a safety precaution so you don’t go running around my house when I untie your feet.”

I looked up at her as she leaned in and then I went into blackness as she wrapped it around my eyes and knotted it in the back. There was a moment of silence where I wasn’t quite sure what was going on before I felt her hand fall on my shoulder.

“This hostage look is good on you Matty!” She said, then I felt her sit down on the couch next to me. Next thing I knew she grabbed my feet by the tape around my ankles and pulled them up to her lap. I pivoted in the couch so I was sitting against the end of it.

“You know what I could do right now Matty?” She asked and I felt her fingers lightly graze the soles of my feet. I moaned into the gag. “Fine, but just know your only delaying the inevitable. You WILL be tortured for what you did sweety.” I had no response to that, and she didn’t seem to care as I felt her begin pulling at the tape around my ankles. When the last layer came off it ripped some of my hair and I grunted in pain into the gag, which I heard her snicker at. She leaned towards my knees, and soon enough the tape had all come unwrapped as well. My legs were free, and knowing my hands would soon be too made me feel great. She must have detected this joy from me because she quickly said, “Don’t get used to this. Now on your feet babe.”

She got off the couch and then hooked a hand under my arm to help me up. I stood up and it felt great to stretch my legs out away from each other.
“OK, one step at a time now.” I obeyed, gripping the key tightly in my fist, and began marching towards the steps. “Steps now.” She told me, and I tested the new terrain with my foot before slowly making my way up them. “You’re good at this, you’ve been blindfolded before Matty?”

Not wanting to make her too suspicious of my new obedience, I defiantly mumbled into my gag and pulled away from her grip on my arm.

“You’re not so good at understanding your gag though, huh?” She said, and even blindfolded I could see the smile on her face as she yanked me closer to her.

A few steps later and she said, “Top of the stairs.”. I tried taking a regular step and wound up smashing my foot into another stair. “Just kidding.” She giggled and it took every ounce of my willpower not to try and uncuff myself right then and there.

Eventually I was led to the top, then down a carpeted hallway and around a turn into what I could only assume was her room. When we had made it, she spun me around and shoved me hard in the chest. I toppled backwards, landing on her bed with a grunt.

“Ooooh, Matty tied up and on my bed! My dreams come true!” She said with mocking enthusiasm. I sat up and fingered for the key which was still sitting in my death grip of a fist. “Now I’ll take your blindfold off in a little bit, but the gag has to stay on. I’m not ready for your cheating lips to be flapping just yet.”

I heard her footsteps leave the room and jumped on my opportunity. My hands were shaking in excitement as I fumbled with the key, trying to desperately shove it into the lock of the cuffs.

“Matt, what are you doing?” I heard Steph call from the doorway. Apparently she didn’t leave. When I ignored her and kept trying to unlock myself I heard her footsteps heading towards me. “Matty?”

Click.

The sweet sound of freedom. I ripped my wrist free, swung it around and pulled down the blindfold just in time to see the wonderful look of confusion, fear, and anger on Stephanie’s stupid blonde headed face.

“NO!” She cried out and rushed at me. I tried getting up, but she was already on top of me. I felt her grabbing for my still-cuffed wrist, so I pulled it away from her. Her outstretched arms followed, and I used it against her by tossing her down to the bed. She flopped onto her stomach, and before she could get up, I hopped on top of her and sat down, pushing my weight into her lower back. She twisted around between my legs, but I outweighed her by about 50 pounds, so it didn’t do much to me. I held my cuffed wrists in front of my face and quickly unlocked it.

“MATT! GET OFF ME RIGHT NOW!” She screamed at me, trying to turn her head back to see me. I did the only thing that made sense at the time. “STOP!” She cried as I pulled her arm behind her back. I flipped the handcuff down and over her wrist like a pro, even though I’d never even touched handcuffs till that morning. She tried hiding her under hands beneath her chest, but I overpowered her and pulled that arm back too. I couldn’t help by laugh into my gag as the cuff clicked over her other wrists. Stephanie was restrained.

I got off the bed and watched as Steph flipped out. She pulled and pulled at her arms, but the handcuffs kept them locked in place at her sides. She rolled around on the bed grunting and letting out little cries as she desperately hoped for her freedom back, but it was no use. Her hair tie had come out and now her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair was in wild clumps on her sweaty face and neck. She finally stopped squirming and laid still in the center of the mattress breathing quick bursts of air. After a few seconds of that she bolted upright. Her hair hid her eyes until she blew it out of her face with her lips, and I saw the red anger in her cheeks and the smoldering fury in her blue eyes.

“Matt, I swear… to… GOD if you don’t take these GOD DAMN THINGS OFF!”

I reached up and began unwrapping the tape from my mouth, all the while watching Stephanie sitting on her bed huffing and puffing with her hands behind her. The final layer painfully came off and I licked my lips and moved my jaw around.

“Matt, take them off. Now.” She commanded. Her eyebrows made sharp lines towards her nose. I looked at her and smiled the best smile of my life.

“NOW!” She repeated.

“You… are… INSANE!” I said, finally able to speak. “You BELONG in those things. Maybe a little white jacket too, you ever heard of them?”

“Matt, I’m serious this isn’t funny.”

“Are you KIDDING me? You think I was having a good ole time this morning when I was cuffed and gagged and taken from my home!? You think I LIKED being tickled and mocked by you and Jessica?”

“But it was revenge Matt!” She barked at me, tossing more of her hair back with a flick of her head.

“You have a right to be MAD if I cheated on you, not CRAZY! You kidnapped me! You can’t just DO that to people! And Jessica!? I didn’t even do anything to her! You lied to her to make her help you in this little psycho ex girlfriend revenge thing!”

“You don’t know how bad you hurt me!” She shot at me, widening her eyes and raising her eyebrows. “You don’t KNOW!”

“Steph, if you think I’m going to apologize or sympathize with you after what I’ve been though, save it.”

“So now what then? What are you going to call the cops on me?”

“Now me and you are going to wait for Jessica to get back here, and when she does YOU’RE going to tell her all about your little dirty lie.”

Steph looked up at me and pouted her lips at me angrily.

“And if I won’t?”

“You will.” I answered coldly and looked her right in the eye. She frowned at me, but I didn’t break my stare.

“You can’t keep me restrained in my own house!” She finally barked into the silence. “This isn’t…”

“Fair?” I asked. “You’re right, we’re a LONG way from fair.”

Stephanie huffed, put on her best crybaby face and crossed her legs out in front of her.

“Nothing to say, huh Stephy?”

“Shut up Matt.” She responded in an emotionless voice as she stared straight ahead at nothing. “Just shut up.”

“I think that’s been going on long enough. Now I want to talk, and the only person to talk to is unfortunately you. So start chatting, SWEETY.”

She let out a frustrated growl and pulled at the handcuffs. Just at that moment, I heard a car door slam outside. Very close outside. I went over to Steph’s bedroom window and peered out to see her mom’s car in front, and stepping out of it, sure enough, was Steph’s mom.

“That’s why we had to “move the party” upstairs.”

I watched as her mother walked towards the front door. Steph got all her good looks from that woman, and it showed. It suddenly dawned on me that I had her daughter in handcuffs in her own room. I looked back at Steph who seemed to be waiting in anticipation for something. I heard the front door open and realized what that was.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!” I dove over to the bed just as she began to call for her mom and tightly covered her mouth with my hand. Steph let out loud high-pitched noises from her throat as I felt her lips squirm against my palm. I tightened my hold on her big mouth as she tried harder and harder to scream.

“Shut up!” I whispered at her. Her eyes darted sideways at me and her look said it all. She was NOT shutting up. She began squirming around under the arm I had around her back and shoulder, and started kicking her legs, making as much noise as possible.

“Steph?” I heard from the bottom of the steps.

I panicked for a second as I heard her coming up the stairs. My eyes darted around the room, finally landing on Steph’s closet door. With all my strength I pulled her over to the side of the bed with one arm. Keeping my hand tight over her mouth, I dragged her backwards towards the door. She was stomping with her feet and kicking at me at the same time. I glanced back and grabbed the handle. The door swung open, and the next thing I knew I was tossing Steph down onto a blanket in the back and closing the door. We were in complete darkness so I opened the door, reach a hand out, and quickly flicked the light on before closing it again.

“MOM! IN TH-”

Was all Steph managed before I fell to the floor beside her and covered her mouth again. She screamed into my hand and started kicking at me and the floor again. I had to stop that somehow. I looked up and pulled at the first thing I saw, one of Steph’s shirts. I held it in front of the hand over her mouth and released her. She immediately opened that big mouth of hers and had it immediately filled with her shirt. She gave me a look of disbelief as I started packing in as much as I could. She groaned from behind the shirt, but it was barely even audible. Luckily it must have been a belly shirt or something because the whole thing managed to fit in her mouth with only a tiny bit sticking out. I thought quickly and reach for the bandanna around my neck that was my former blindfold. I pulled it hard and it came off, but was immediately wrapped around Steph’s mouth, who let out her best protest. I tied it tight behind her head before moving down to her feet. I got a hold on them and ripped off her sneakers. More muffled protests from Stephanie, but she was pretty much mumbling the entire time anyway. She started really trying to kick me, but I got both her ankles under my arm and locked them there. I pulled up her jeans a little and saw that her socks were the longer, athletic kind. Perfect. I quickly peeled one off her foot and began tying it around her ankles. I wrapped it 2 or 3 times then tightly knotted it in the middle. I grabbed her other sock by the toe and pulled hard, but had accidentally tied it in place with the first.

I leapt over to her and wrapped an arm around her stomach, and just for good measure, put my other hand over her gagged mouth. I listened as she protested in quiet mumbling, but what I was really listening to was the person who was outside the closet door… in her room.

theseeker

[Canuck100]

The Ex's Revenge - Remastered

Sat Jun 07, 2008 4:02 am

((This is a retelling of a story I had on here before they switched websites, which unfortunately is gone forever now since I had no backup. This story is based off the old one, but changed pretty drastically. - The Seeker))

When Allison showed up at my house on Saturday morning and told me she had a “surprise” for me, the last thing I expected to happen was to be blindfolded, driven to her house, and then sat in a chair to get my hands handcuffed behind me. But that is what happened. Exactly.

Allison had been my girlfriend for almost 3 years and had never once done anything so… wild. So when I heard her clicking the handcuffs on my wrists behind my back, I wasn’t really sure what to think. She could be a little goofy at times, but not like that.

“So… this is different.” I said kind of nervously. I pulled a little at the cuffs. They gave no slack. The blindfold she had put on me had kept me in the dark for nearly an hour and I was itching to get it off. “Allie, get this stupid blindfold off me already.” I told her.

I felt her fingers grab it from my forehead and then she yanked it off, the knot in the back giving some resistance on the back of my head before giving in.

“Ow! OK, come on what’s going on? This better be an AMAZING surprise because I am not enjoying this.” I said, adjusting my eyes to the light.

I was in the middle of her room, in the chair of course, facing her door, which was closed. She stood in front of it with her hands on her hips. She was wearing flip-flops at my house, but had since slid them off and was standing in her bare feet. She wore a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt - standard lazy Saturday attire. Not special occasion attire.

“So I guess we’re not going to a fancy restaurant, huh?” I joked and shifted a little in my chair.

“You cheated on me.” She said. It wasn’t a question.

“What!?” I barked, looking up at her eyes which were ice-cold-blue at the moment. Her dirty blonde hair hung to just below her chin on either side of her face, framing the most dead-serious look I’d ever seen on her. “What are you talking about?”

“3 years! 3 years!? And you just… CHEAT!?” She yelled. “We’ve been together since we were 15 Matt!”

“Well, OK, how about calm down first.” I tried telling her in my most soothing voice. Her skin was usually tanned pretty well from her weekly tanning salon appointment, but I could see a deep red burning in her cheeks. “Whatever you THINK happened is NOT TRUE.” I said, and I meant it. I had never cheated on her, not once! It was ridiculous to think I even would.

“She told me!” Allison shouted, walking up closer to me and leaning forward so she was nearly on eye-level with me.

“WHO - IS - SHE?” I asked slowly, carefully laying out each word.

“Don’t play that game Matt. Do NOT play that game, I’m serious.” She commanded, waving a finger in my face.

“OK, let’s say there IS a ‘she’, so what - you bring me to your house and handcuff me in a god damn chair!? Do you realize how insane that is!?” I shouted, leaning forward as much as I could. The handcuffs reminded me I wasn’t going anywhere by biting sharply into my wrists.

“So you admit it?” She asked quickly, raising her right eyebrow - her signature ‘I’m right’ gesture.

“NO.” I said clearly and loudly. “Just at least tell me her name so I know what I’m denying!”

“Samantha told me OK? She told me everything…”

Samantha was not a good name to hear. Sam was Allison’s oldest friend and the one person, outside Allie’s own family, whose word might actually mean more than mine. But why would she lie? Especially to her best friend?

That is when I remembered that last time I saw Samantha. It was at some kids party a few weeks back. Allison was sick, but she insisted that I go to make sure Sam didn’t drink too much and do something stupid, like she was known to do. So I went with a couple friends of mine, Sam drank too much like usual and actually tried kissing me. I told her no, but she had kept trying to put her arms around me. I eventually had to just push her down onto the couch and walk away. That had to be the reason why she would lie. I had to have embarrassed her or something. It was the only explanation.

“Allie, listen to me. Samantha got drunk at Marko’s party and came onto ME. I swear!”

Allison’s mouth dropped open a little and she stared at me, seeming to get more pissed by the second.

“She didn’t TELL me about Marko’s party. How many times did you-

“NO! Wait! I didn’t mean like that! I said no! Allison I said no! She must want you to dump me for revenge or something.”

“No Matt. She’s the one who actually convinced me we should stay together. She’s the one who had THIS idea.” When she said this, she motioned to me in my chair with her hands. “She said I should teach you a lesson and show you I’m not the kind of girl who get’s pushed around.”

“Oh my god… she a damn mastermind. This is her revenge! Allie I SWEAR-”

“I don’t want to hear it Matt!” She shouted.

“But- FRMMMPH!”

She slapped her hand over my mouth and dug her fingers into my cheek.

“Shut up.” She commanded.

“MMMMM!” I replied.

“Shut UP Matt, or I swear to god I’ll put a gag in your mouth and you won’t talk for the rest of the weekend!” She shouted, tightening her grip over my mouth to emphasize her point.

Whole weekend? She planned on keeping me for the entire weekend? There was no way I was letting that happen.

“Now listen to me.” She said, acting like I had a choice. “Only I know where the key to those handcuffs are, so you better start being a little nicer.

I’m the one in control here Matt. You think I’m such a weak little dumb girl that you can go around cheating on me? With my best FRIEND?”

“Grmmerrphmm.” I grumbled into her hand.

“Quiet. We are going to spend this weekend together and work this out, and when it’s over if I still want to be with you and you still want to be with me then OK. If not, then fine.” When she said ‘then fine’ the anger left her voice and was replaced by more of a sad tone. “But until then,” The anger was back. “You aren’t going anywhere and I don’t want to hear your little lies Matt. It’s insulting.”

I stared at her, waiting for her to get her hand off my mouth. She stared back.

“Something to say?” She asked.

I gave her my best ‘come on’ look. She took her hand off my mouth.

“OK… what now?” I asked, deciding to play her stupid game until I had a definite plan to get the hell out of there.

She put her hands on her hips and looked at me. She bit her lip and ran a hand through her hair, pushing it behind her ear.

“You don’t even know do you? You got me here, you got me handcuffed into the stupid chair, and you don’t know what happens next? Some plan.” I said, suddenly feeling some anger in myself rise up. “You know this is one of the dumbest idea’s you’ve ever agreed to. You do realize that right?”

Allison gave me a pissed off look and shook her head back and forth. “I mean, I thought you were a little smarter than THIS.” She nodded her head and smirked at me before turning to the side and marching towards her dresser. “I mean, god Allison, what do you think is really going to come from this? Sunday night is going to show up and we’re going to have discovered the true meaning of happiness or some crap?” She had gotten something out of her drawer and was marching straight for me. I looked down in her hand and saw a white ball of something. “Are those your socks? Oh wait a second now Alli- MRRPHMM!”

She stuffed her balled up socks into my damn mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I went to spit them out, but before I knew it she had snatched up the bandanna from the blindfold from my lap and made her way behind me, bringing it around both sides of my head as she went.

“Mmmmmmm!” I groaned as she pulled it tight and knotted it behind me.

“There.” She said satisfied, walking around to the front of me. “Now your going to have to wear that gag. You never know when to keep your lips shut, do you Matt? Now you don’t have a choice.”

“Mrfmmm! Remmaf fermer mmmrt!” I started shouting at her, but the socks and bandanna kept my words to tiny mumbles in my throat.

“What’s that Matty? I can’t understand you.” She teased me, sitting down on my lap and pushing a piece of my hair to the side. “You know your kind of cute when your all gagged and angry. Maybe if things work out we’ll keep it this way, huh?”

“Errrmgph! Mmr mmmph-fmmm!” I knew I shouldn’t be provoking her to keep going, but I was so damn mad at that point I had to try to express myself somehow. She needed to know I didn’t find all of her crap funny. It wasn’t working though, because every time I tried to yell at her, she just laughed. It made me furious.

“You’re going to understand this whole gag thing sooner or later.” She laughed and got off my lap. I was so mad I had to do something, so I tripped her. She went to head right, and I stuck my feet in her path, making sure to get caught between her legs. I wanted her to fall. She did. And I suddenly realize how free me legs were. I leaned my weight forward and got into a squat. From there I lifted straight up and my arms came over the top of the chairs back. I was semi-free.

I looked down and saw Allison turning towards me on the ground in shock. Some of it was probably because I tripped her, the other because I had escaped her genius chair idea. I didn’t waste any time making my way to her bedroom door. Someone in the house had to be home, someone was going to find out their daughter/sister was a nut job who kidnapped her boyfriends. I got to it and turned around so my hands could turn the knob. Allison was back on her feet and moving towards me.

“Matt, knock it off! Just sit back down!” She shouted. I yelled my answer back, which was a ridiculous series of mumbles, but I meant to basically tell her to go to hell. She got too close for my comforts so I used my one defense. I kicked her. Not hard, but enough so she would give me some room.

“Are you KIDDING me!? You’re going to KICK me? Really?” She said, sounding annoyed. Good, she should be mad like me.

My fingers just couldn’t get a grip on the door knob, it seemed to be just slightly above my reach. I got on my tippy-toes and tried again, this time barely rubbing the bottom of it. I saw Allison darting her eyes around her room in search of something to help her ’catch’ me. I was just starting to turn the knob when she found something.

I screamed into the gag as her bed’s blanket came flying over my head. She had a queen-sized bed, so the blanket from it was quite massive. I was in the dark again, flailing about like a dumb fish out of water. Then I felt her arms around me. I struggled but she must have managed to lead me to her bed, because when I finally did feel myself be shoved down - I landed on top of it face first. Soon after I felt her weight land on top of ME and then I was trapped, not to mention hot, sweaty, not really able to breath, and in kind of pain from the cuffs.

I felt her shift around on top of me, keeping me buried in the covers while she moved. Then I felt her down by my legs, and soon enough she had my feet pulled out from under. The air outside the blanket was cool on my hot shins. I felt my shoes being ripped off, and then, strangely, my socks as well. I was thankful for the cool air, but couldn’t understand why she was making me barefoot, until I felt my ankles being wrapped together. She was tying me up with my OWN socks. Gagged with her socks, bound with mine. I couldn’t catch a break.

A few moments later, her weight came off me and she started yanking the blanket out from under me. I rolled a little with it and soon enough I had slid off the side of her bed and crashed onto the floor. The blanket came off though, and that was a good thing. I took in as much sweet fresh air as my nose would allow.

I looked up and saw her, kind of sweaty like me, with her hair a mess around her face. She wiped some of it out of the way and stared down at me with her blue eyes.

“I hope you enjoyed that Matt, because your feet are staying tied for the rest of the weekend. No more KICKING for you.” She said, and when she said ‘kicking’ she brought her foot up to my face and pushed my head with it gently. I grunted my reply. “Now I have to take a shower. You want to get back on the bed?”

I thought it over for a second, decided it would be much more comfortable than the floor and nodded my head. She leaned down and stuck her arms through mine as I leaned forward. She pulled as I stood and then threw me to the side. I landed half on the bed half off. She laughed, grabbed my feet, and swung them up with the rest of me.

“Comfy?” She asked, standing at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips. I wouldn’t give her any more pleasure in hearing me make a fool of myself. I kept quiet and turned my head from her. “Come on Matt, don’t give me the silent treatment.” She teased me and ran a finger up the sole of my foot. I yanked my legs away quickly.

“MMM!” I responded.

“Ooooh, ticklish feet? I’ll have to remember that later if you start getting out of line!” She said, folding her arms across her chest. I didn’t even know my feet were ticklish until then. Now she knew, which meant she could ACTUALLY torture me and not feel bad about it. “Now if you just lay there and keep quiet while I’m in the shower maybe I’ll take that gag off for a little bit. I know you’ve got lots to say.” Well, at least she was right about that. “But if you mess anything up while I’m in there… well, let’s just say things won’t be pleasant for you.”
She smiled, turned and left the bedroom. I laid on the bed, bound and gagged and facing possible torture. I had to get free.

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Wed Jun 25, 2008 7:42 pm

Part 2

Not three minutes after she’d left the room, I heard the faint noise of the water coming on from the shower. The bathroom was just down the hall from her room, and I knew she wouldn’t be wasting time in there. She’d left her bedroom door open, and had actually peaked out of the bathroom and gave me a smile and a wink a minute after she’d gone in. It all meant I didn’t have much time. I needed to act fast.

I looked down at my feet, which were only bound by my own socks and decided it wouldn’t take long to get them free. I was right. After a minute or so of twisting and jerking my legs around, the knot loosened and eventually gave up, freeing my feet. I immediately swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge of it. I pulled a little at my cuffed wrists, but they were quick to let me know they weren’t just going to ‘give up’ like the socks did. I pulled them as much as I could over to my left side and glanced down at them. They looked very real. I pulled my wrists as far as I could apart, revealing about an inch slack between them. I grunted into my gag and chewed a bit on the sock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe my own girlfriend had done this to me. I ripped at the handcuffs in anger, but all I wound up doing was hurting my wrists, which made me grunt even louder behind the bandanna.

I had to keep trying to get free. I decided the only way was to find the key for the handcuffs, but had no clue as to where the hell they would be. I glanced around the room, but it was really more instinct then curiosity. Finding the key in her room would be like finding a needle in a haystack. I had to think logically where she would put it. I put my head down and thought for a moment before coming up with the answer that she would probably have it on her, which didn’t help my situation out at all because there was no way-

My head shot up and I got to my feet. If the key was on her, and she was in the shower… they key would just be lying in the bathroom somewhere. Maybe in her pants pocket. A strange rush of adrenaline filled me as I moved as quickly as I could out her room and down the hall to the bathroom door. It was weird walking with my hands cuffed behind me, I always sort of felt like I was ready to tip over.

When I reached the bathroom door, the water was still on full blast inside. I took a deep breath and turned my back to it so my fingers could stretch for the handle. If the door was locked, it was game over. Something slide across my fingertips. I leaned forward as much as I could, putting strain on my back, but eventually finding the handle and twisting it as hard as I could.

The door swung open and bumped off the towel bar behind it. I froze in terror, thinking that either she would be standing there with a ‘got you’ face on, or that she had heard the noise from inside the shower. Neither of my nightmares were true though, I discovered that when I slowly turned around to see the shower curtain closed and could hear her behind it. Normally I would have sneaked a peak, but something far more interesting caught my eye.

I had to stop myself from shouting into the gag with joy. On the countertop in front of her mirror was her cell phone, some girly accessories and one small needle in a haystack. The key to my freedom lay before me. I scooted over to it, grabbed it with my hands behind me and headed for the doorway. Unfortunately for me, I also happened to knock over her cell phone in the process, sending it sailing off the counter and splitting off the battery-pack on impact with the tiled floor.

I didn’t so much hear her turn her had as felt the air change in the room.

“Matt…?” She asked cautiously.

I was scurrying down the steps to her first floor so quickly I almost lost my balance twice and probably would have wound up breaking my own neck. When I reached the bottom safe, however, I quickly forgot about the dangerous almost falls and started thinking where I could go. I needed to put as much distance as possible between me and Allison before I started trying to work the key into the lock behind me. If I was to drop it, I’d lose valuable time. It had to be careful and it had to be quick. I jolted to my right, heading through her living room and passing through the open doorway to her kitchen. There was actually three separate doors leading out of her kitchen, and all of them seemed to tease me.

“Door number 1? Maybe door number 2? Don’t forget about door number 3!” I thought. There was an old brown door just to my right that led down into her basement, in the far left corner her backdoor led out to her porch, and set in the middle of the left-most wall was her pantry door. I probably would have ACTUALLY broken my neck going down her dark basement steps and the backdoor was surely locked. I headed for the pantry door. I slipped my foot into the slight crack in the doorway and kicked it open. The inside smelled like, not-surprisingly, food, and both walls were lined with canned goods and all sorts of things. I took two steps in and felt a stabbing pain from the sole of my foot. I jerked my leg up, causing me to lose my balance. I leaned into the wall, then rolled off one of the lower shelves to the floor. A couple cans of stuff tumbled down with me, landing in my lower back. I looked down and saw I’d stepped on a hook coming off the handle of a frying pan. My luck.

I didn’t even bother trying to sit up, I just laid on my side, thankful for being able to keep the key in my fist during the spill, and went to work. They key felt fragile and miniscule in my adrenaline-filled fingers. I had to turn it around four or five times before I was even sure I was holding it correctly.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

I took a deep breath through, getting a nose full of a cinnamon-like scent and started to try and find the keyhole. I bent and twisted my wrists in every which way to try and get into a workable position. I found one half-decent way and actually felt the key slide into a nook before dropping to the ground. I cursed into the gag and rolled over a little to pick it back up.

“Matt!?” I heard her voice call from the living room. There was some anger in it, but also some concern. Had her dear captive escaped her evil clutches?

I found the key again and easily got my wrists into the same sort of position I had them in. It was only a matter of sticking the key into the hole and turning now. I rubbed the tip of key across the metal surface of the cuffs.

“Matt!?” She repeated. Now her voice was inside the kitchen, just beyond the vision of the half-closed pantry door. A second later and she pulled it fully open and stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel around her body and looking kind of shocked, but also relieved to see me lying there. She opened her mouth to say something, but then noticed what I was doing behind my back.

I found the hole, the key dropped into place inside it.

“NO!” She cried out and slid down to my side.

I started turning the key… and then she yanked my hand away and ripped the key out.

“MMMMMMPH!” I didn’t even try to say a word. I just had to let out a noise of frustration.

She knelt there taking deep breaths with one hand on her heart, the other clutching the key in a fist. Her blonde hair, wet and dark, lay messy against her neck. She stared at me unbelieving that I had almost managed an escape. If I hadn’t been so angry I would have been gloating.

“Geeze Matt… that was close.” She finally said and started picking up some fallen cans off the floor to replace them on the shelves.

I couldn’t believe that was all she had to say. After I had worked my ass off almost getting free, she dropped THAT line as if she didn’t even care. I wasn’t standing for it. I rolled onto my back and sat up so I was right beside her. She was slightly above me from her kneeling position, but I was almost on eye level.

“Mrrmr fmmph.” I said and motioned to the gag with my eyes. I twisted my jaw around to further show what I wanted.

She let a smile sneak onto her face.

“Mmm!” I demanded, nodding downwards with my head.

She gave me a defeated look and sighed.

“Fine… but please don’t yell Matty.”

I nodded and she wrapped her arms around my head. A few seconds later and the bandanna came off. I spit the sock out immediately. My tongue felt funny.

“Were those socks clean Allison!?” I demanded to know. It was probably an odd first thing to say after being gagged for the last twenty minutes, but I had to know.

“What!? Yes! Of course! What kind of person do you think I am Matt?” She answered.

“Allison… this is insane. You can’t just do this to people! You can’t tie me up and gag me and just act like nothing is weird here!”

“We’ve been dating for three years. I think I’m entitled to do this for what you did to me.”

“But Allison I really didn’t do anything. REALLY. I’m serious.”

For a second I thought I saw something in her eye. Hope maybe that I was telling the truth. It didn’t last long though.

“No. Samantha wouldn’t lie to me like that. No way.”

I sighed and slumped my shoulders. She wasn’t going to see it my way. The true way.

“Fine… Fine I don’t even care if you don’t believe me right now, I just want you to take these god damn handcuffs off. I won’t even leave. We can talk the whole damn weekend if you want!”

“Oh yea?” She said mockingly and put a hand on my shoulder. “Matt you just tried escaping. Your laying in my moms pantry for gods sakes. The second those come off, you’re gone.”

“But they’re starting to hurt my wrists!” I wined, even though they actually surprisingly hadn’t yet.

“Well… I can fix that I think.” She said and bit her lip.

“Wait a second…” I said coming to a sudden conclusion. “Where IS your mom?”

Allison lived with her mom and her younger brother and it suddenly hit me I hadn’t seen either of them. It was Saturday. No work. No school.

“Why do you think I waited for 2 weeks after I found out about what you did for this? We’ve got the house all to ourselves for the weekend baby.” She said grinning.

“Oh my god… you really want to keep my like this for another 48 hours…”

“Well… yea! That’s the plan. Then at the end we’ll talk it over and be even.”

“Even? EVEN!? Oh god…” I had a terrible feeling of dread come over me, so I did the only rational thing at the time. “HEEEEEEELP!” I shouted

“Shhhhh!” She said smiling and putting a finger to her lips as she tried covering my mouth with her other hand. I wasn’t giving up so easy though. I pulled my head away from her hand and lurched forward. I swung my knees behind me and landed on my stomach halfway inside the kitchen. I tried to point my voice to the kitchen window that led out to the back porch.

“HEEEEEELP!” I shouted again.

“Matt!” I heard her yell behind me. I opened my mouth to yell again, but this time the bandanna was pulled between my teeth, yanking my lips downwards as I tried.

“Maaliphan! MAALIPHAN!” I said as she tightly knotted it behind my head. Before I knew it she had grabbed my ankles and was dragging me backwards into the pantry. My chin thumped off the lip in the floor between the two rooms.

“MMERM!” I yelled at her. I turned my head to see her feet walk right by me and outside to the kitchen. I looked up and saw her standing there with one hand on the door.

“Just… stay here and be quiet for a little bit.” She said and just as I began to mumble my protest, she closed the door. AND shut off the light. I let my head drop to the floor.

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Thu Jul 03, 2008 4:36 pm

Part 3

It wasn’t for another 20 minutes that she came back. I knew. I counted in the dark boredom of the pantry. When the door finally did open, the light from outside made me squint my eyes to readjust to it.

“Mermerphmmm” I groaned as I looked up at her.

Her hair was dried now and tied behind her head in a short pony tail. She had switched from the towel to a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. I was happy to see that she was getting nice and comfy while I laid handcuffed in a dark pantry.

“I’m taking this off,” She said, kneeling beside my head. I felt her fingers around the knot of the gag. “No more screaming! You sound like an idiot when you’re lying there yelling for help from a GIRL anyway.”

“Egh.” I said, shaking my head free from the gag as she untied it. I moved my stiff jaw around.

“Alright, come on.” She said and I felt her hands grabs my arms. She started pulling me backwards, leaving me no choice but to get to my knees. “On your feet now Matty.” She commanded and pulled upwards as I stood up. “Good job! Forward march!”

I glanced over my shoulder and saw her stupid blonde head six inches below mine. It made me furious to have to take orders from her, especially when she was having the time of her life giving them. She looked up at me and smiled, then moved to my side, grabbed my arm and started leading me into the kitchen. I stumbled forward by the sudden jerk and then was in the kitchen. She had a large oval counter in the middle with a light overhanging it. She led me around it and an out-of-place dining room chair at the far end of it came into view.

“Not another chair.” I groaned.

“Oh this is for YOUR comfort Matty so put a sock in it.” I shot her an angry look and she put a hand over her mouth to hold back a laugh when she realized that she HAD put a sock in it already. “Just sit down.” She said grinning and led me to the side of the chair.

The chair had a high back and no arms. She pulled my arms so they were behind and above the back of it and then nudged me to the side. I fell into the seat and my arms stretched around behind the sides of the backing. I squirmed around in the chair a bit and discovered I didn’t have much wiggling room. I let out a sigh as now I was pretty much completely immobilized with my wrists locked behind the back of the chair.

“Come on Allie. These are really starting to hurt. Why can’t we just talk like normal human beings?” I wined, shifting my weight around in the chair to show my discomfort. I wasn’t actually lying this time, the cuffs were starting to hurt.

“I’ll have them off in a minute.” She said and bent down to grab something from the other side of the oval counter in the middle of the kitchen. I checked out her butt, finding it funny to do under such strange circumstances, and was going to make a comment when I saw what she had in her hands.

“Rope!? Did you buy that for THIS!?”

“Well yea. It was Samantha’s idea.” She answered, blowing a blonde strand of hair out of her face and uncoiling some of the rope.

“Why am I not surprised.” I said dryly and tugged on my handcuffs. “What’s that?” I asked, noticing two sheets of white paper on the countertop next to the rope. She smirked, picked one up, and began reading it. I squinted at the back, able to make some things out from the light behind it. “Is that…?” I began, hesitant to ask such a seemingly dumb question. I looked for another second and then decided it wasn’t so dumb. “Are those instructions on how to tie someone up!?”

Allison peered over the top of the sheet and I could see the devilish grin just from the twinkle in her blue eyes.

“Oh my god…” I started.

“Well I don’t know how to do this right Matt! I don’t want to mess up!” She defended herself. “Now here, hold this.” She said and placed the sheet of paper on my stomach so it was facing her.

I was now modeling the instructions on how to tie myself up. She unwrapped a large piece of rope from the coil, grabbed a pair of scissors off her counter, and cut a length off. She walked in front of me smiling and sat down Indian-style on the floor. She pulled my feet into her lap and then I felt her going to work wrapping and twisting the rope around my ankles. She occasionally glanced up to look at the sheet of paper on my stomach.

“Oh wait… no, that’s not right.” She said and I felt her fingers tugging at the ropes.

“Oh come on!” I complained.

“Shush.” She said and ran her fingers across the sole of one of my feet.

“Ok!” I said as my body went stiff with tension. I didn’t want her tickling me so I kept my mouth shut.

She was sitting down there for a good fifteen minutes, making little comments to herself about what she did wrong and right, while all the while glancing up at the paper. Eventually I heard her let out a sigh of relief.

“Alright… I think I did it good. Try and get free Matt.” She said, standing up and brushing off her hands.

“You’re kidding right? I’m not testing this for you.” I said, although I didn’t think I had to. The ropes felt tight and secure around my ankles. She had even tied a rope connecting them to the middle crossbar under the chair so I couldn’t really move my legs around much.

“Come on!” She said putting her hands on her hips. “Just squirm around a little.” She said and laughed a bit.

“NO!” I firmly answered.

“FINE!” She answered back and marched over to me. I looked up at her determined face and felt a little fear come over me. She stepped to my left and then swung one of her legs over to my right side, and sat down on my lap facing me. I pulled a little at my cuffed hands but had nowhere to go. Her weight on my lap, although she was light, was enough to keep me from moving about too much.

“What are you doing Alli- Mmph.” She brought her left palm down firmly over my mouth and squeezed. I looked down at her hand then up at her eyes. She grinned and pushed some of my hair away from my face with her free hand. “Mmmmm!?” I questioned.

Suddenly her free hand shot down and dug into my side. I felt her fingers poking around my ribs and wiggling. I yelled into her hand and started jerking around. She was tickling me! I felt her test my entire right side, then she went on to the underside of my arm, gently trickling her fingers across the sensitive part of it. All the while I was yelling at her, but her hand kept tight and only allowed me muffled sounds. I jerked my body around, but with her on my lap and my hands cuffed behind the back of the chair, I couldn’t really move. I started stomping my bound feet and twisting them around in hopes of getting free. I realized as I was doing it that that was what she wanted, but I couldn’t stop. I had to move SOMEhow. I was being tickled to death!

She brought her hand to my neck and started tickling me around my ear. I twisted my neck away from her, but her fingers were quick to follow. I finally tried yelling STOP at her, which only came out at MMMM, but I shot my head forward and gave her a serious look.

“Ok!” She said cheerily. “I guess I tied your feet pretty good, huh? You couldn’t move at all.” She said with a smile as she placed her index finger on my nose. She took her other hand off my mouth.

“If you do that again,” I said slowly and seriously. “I am going to get free and-mrmmrmm.” She quickly replaced her hand on my mouth.

“Oh stop it Matty, you’re no good at threats. You just sound goofy.” She said and got off my lap, releasing my mouth in the process.

“Allison, I’m serious! Don’t think you can just do and say whatever you want just because you’ve got me tied up in this stupid chair. I am going to eventually get out of it you know.”

“Well let’s just hope that doesn’t happen for a long time.” She answered as she carried some rope and the piece of paper around to the back of the chair. “Now lets see if I can do your wrists just as good as your ankles.”

I sighed and she went to work. It felt the same as when she was doing my feet. First the ropes would kind of loosely get wrapped around my wrists, then she’d fiddle around for a second, then it would suddenly become tight. When she pulled it tight this time, the 1 inch slack I had from the handcuffs disappeared, and I felt even MORE immobilized. I shoved my shoulders back and forth, but it was no use. I was completely tied up. I felt her finish knotting it, then she came back around to the front of me.

“I’m already getting good at this.” She said satisfied. “Maybe I should kidnap people for a living… can you make a living like that?”

“Shut up Allison.” I said, sick of hearing her jokes and joyful spirit as I sat in anger.

“Grumpy!” She said and gave me a big comical frown that gave way to another laugh.

She grabbed the handcuff key off the counter and walked behind me, dangling it in my face as she passed. A few seconds later and she returned carrying the cuffs.

“There, in the end this whole thing was for you! And you’re not even thankful!”

“I’d be very thankful if you would just untie me completely.” I told her.

“Hmmm… I won’t do that, but I will do this.” She replied and grabbed the coil of rope as she walked to my side. I looked over and saw her tying an end to the side of the chair.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she started circling me, wrapping my chest and arms to the back of the chair as she went along. Each time she passed in front of me and a new piece circled my body, I felt myself pulled tighter and tighter into the back of the chair. After about six times, she stopped, cut the rope, and tied it tightly to the other side of the chair.

“There. All finished.” She said and dropped the rest of the coil of rope to the floor. She took a few steps back from me and put her hands on her hips. “You look funny all tied up to that chair. Hold on, you have to see this.”

I watched angrily but helpless as she went into the next room, got her cell phone, and came back to take a picture of me with it. She rushed over to my side, hopped halfway onto my lap and shoved it in my face.

“Aren’t you cute?” She asked and looked at me for a reaction. I was about to curse at her when she closed her hand over my mouth again. “Don’t answer that, you’ll only ruin it.”

Just at that moment there was a knock at the front door. We both shot our heads in that direction, Allison’s hand still clamped over my mouth. We stared towards the door in silence until another knock broke it.

“MMMMMM!” I shouted into her hand as loud as I could and began to squirm and jerk around in the chair as much as my bonds would allow.
“No! Shhhh! Shut up Matt!” She told me keeping quiet herself.

I ignored her and screamed harder, prompting her to use her other hand to cover my mouth as well. The knock came a third time and this time a woman’s voice could be heard faintly from outside calling Allison’s name. It was an adult, possibly a neighbor. Maybe someone that had heard my yells from before. Allison cursed and got off my lap. Still keeping a hand firmly over my mouth, she stepped around to the back of the chair. Soon after I felt myself tipped backwards and spun around. I kept mumbling and struggling, but Allison had managed to begin dragging me and the chair back into the pantry. I felt the legs of the chair roll over the bump in the floor, and then I was in the dark walls of the pantry. She took her hand off my mouth, but when I went to yell, the old familiar bandanna fell into place, digging into the corners of my mouth and making it hard to open my jaw.

“Er mupher ow Maaliphan.” I taunted her, although the bandanna between my teeth made it barely understandable. “I’m omma sreem my heaph oomph! HEEELPH! HEEEELPH!” I was still able to make a good amount of noise with the gag in.

“Matt please keep quiet! Please!” She begged me, clasping her hands in front of herself to show it. I shook my head, taking in some joy of seeing her beg, and yelled again. She looked around the pantry desperately as I squirmed around in my chair shouting. All of a sudden she sighed and grabbed the ends of her shirt. I stopped yelling when she started lifting it over her own head. I watched in shock as she stripped down to her bra and walked around behind me. Before I could even put two and two together, the bandanna came out and her shirt went in. She crammed the entire scrunched up thing into my mouth, forcing it in against my unwilling jaw. When only a little of it was left out, she stopped and looped the bandanna over it. I felt it pulled tightly behind my head, jamming the shirt into my mouth a little further. She knotted it and headed towards the pantry door shirtless. I shouted at her but my words were much more muffled now with my mouth stuffed. In fact, I was barely able to make a sound. She shot me an angry and disgusted look before stepping outside of the pantry and closing the door. I stared at the inside of the door in shock that I went from almost complete freedom to none at all. I wiggled my wrists around, but the knot she’d tied held good. I stomped my bare feet against the floor but they didn’t make much sound at all. I was helpless.

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