The Bounty (F/F/F)
Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2025 5:25 pm
JJ stepped out of the motel room into the cool fall air. She shivered and huddled in her thick oversized black hoodie, and her baggy black sweatpants, keeping her warm. A pair of white slouch socks tucked into her bright white chunky tennis shoes. She ran her hand through her chin length dark brown hair and adjusting the thick black beanie on her head and turned to head down to the ice machine. She wouldn’t be long, so there didn't seem to be need to lock the door. Her phone had been left sitting on the nightstand to charge. Hopefully it’ll be able to turn back on again soon after she returns
She flung the old motel door shut behind her as she walked away. The jarring impact jolting the number “9” mounted on the old motel door, sending a screw falling out and the number swinging down. It’s new position resembling the number “6”...
---In the Front Desk building---
Letting her know she’s the last customer before the desk closes for the night, the clerk hands Cassie the keys to her room. She thanked the woman and headed out to the path that will lead her to her room. #6.
She was exhausted and finally ready for a good night’s rest. She’s been on the run for weeks now. Making her way across state lines, through counties, and avoiding attention. All the while she knew she had to keep moving if she wanted to evade capture. After all, there were dangerous people after her. Hopefully this old motel will be a safe place for now.
She adjusted the black beanie on her head holding down her long dark brown hair that hung past her shoulders down to her mid back. She ran a couple fingers along the material as if feeling for something. She shoved her hand into the front pocket of her thick, oversize black hoodie that matched her black Sweatpants. She proceeded down the sidewalk, warm in a pair of thick scrunched down gray wool socks slid inside a pair of comfortable black tennis shoes, she made her way down the rows of doors until she came up to one and checked her key card. All right this must be it, room number “6” she thought to herself entering the unlocked door and going inside.
Once since she kicked off her shoes hopped onto the bed, crossed her feet and lean back to relax. It had been a while since she was able to get comfortable for a little bit. She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. It wasn’t long till her own face appeared on the screen and a news report inquiring on her whereabouts came up. “good luck” she thought to herself. no one will be looking for me here.
---Outside---
Cassie’s walking form is tracked within the crosshairs of the monocular. “Oh that’s you all right” a confident hard feminine voice said. Lowering the device, the woman looked down at her tablet again, reviewing the profile and the numbers next to the dollar sign below the picture. “Not as clever as you think” the voice purred
The woman looked up. The sun was starting to set. The opportunity window would be soon. She put her things down and climbed to the back of the van to start gathering her gear.
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JJ made her way back with the ice finally getting back to her door and looking up. She squinted in confusion before realizing what happened. She laughed at herself “well that’s silly” she said as she tried adjusted the number back into the correct position, only for it to swing down again. She would probably need to call the desk, she thought as she jiggled the door handle. "That's weird" she thought, swearing she left it unlocked. Shrugging she pulled the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She walked in with her head down. Turning and shouldering the door shut behind her and setting the ice bucket on the table next to the door. She didn’t take another step before she looked up and froze like a deer in headlights. Her eyes wide as she tried processing the sight in front of her. There, lying on the bed, could’ve been her twin. A doppelganger. The hair length and a choice of socks and footwear being the only differences. She stared for several seconds trying to process what was in front of her. The person in the bed doing the same. Eventually, the sound of the TV broke the silence and her head slow slowly turned. On the TV was a picture of her. No, not her. The woman in the bed, and a word in big font that said “WANTED”. Her head snapped back and they stared at each other for another second longer…then…All hell broke loose.
The woman shot out of the bed towards her and JJ braced herself. They crashed into each other, knocking over the table, the drawer flying open and its content spilling out and the ice bucket toppling, ice going everywhere. JJ’s beanie flew off her head at the impact
“Who the hell are you! and what are you doing in my room!” she yelled.
“Your room?! This is my room!” the imposter yelled back as they grappled and pulled each other‘s hair.
JJ was able to throw the woman off and leap to her feet. Looking around at anything can help. The woman charged as JJs hand reached back and felt the corner of one of the heavy bed pillows. Her hand tightened around the corner. Right before the woman closed, she swung like she was felling a tree. The pillow clobbered the woman upside the head, sending her sideways almost clear off her feet. Her own beanie Knocked off her head. JJ dove on top of her and the fight continued. High-pitched grunts, and squeals of frustration echoed throughout the room as they crashed into things and rolled around in their cat fight. JJ like to keep in shape. A good portion of that revolving around MMA and jujutsu classes.
JJ’s eyes shot to the side, spotting something that had fallen out of the toppled table drawer. A giant roll of silver duct tape. The wind got knocked out of her as a knee drove into her stomach, and she fell onto the floor on her side the woman jumping on top of her, although she was the one on the ground JJ saw the perfect opening for a move. One she learned in her class to gain the upper hand in such a situation. She looked up at the doppelganger and smiled with one side of her mouth. “You’re gonna regret” this she coiled and then launched into action.
---10 minutes of crashing, yelling, and thudding later, everything falls silent---
......
“Mghghmmmmphhghgmmmmphgh!!! Phrrmmghghgpmmmmghmmphrrmm!!!”
The angry grunts, and complaints, continued as JJ smooths down the final ends of duct tape and stood and backed out of the small closet to look at her work.
She tossed down the roll of duct tape, of which at least 80% of it had been used. Before her was the imposter. Wrapped head to toe in a clumsy, but effective weaving web of duct tape. looped around every possible movable inch of her body.
After getting the hooks in from her successful grappling move, she had managed to wrap the woman’s hands up in it first. The woman fought back, her hands and wrists bound, but able to slip out of the clinch. JJ reattacked and was able to force her hands to her chest and wrapped more duct tape around her body, pinning her arms to her chest, hands up under her chin. She spun and flipped over, moving to control the woman’s legs. Grabbing her ankles as the woman continue to struggle and thrash, even in her bound state. After binding her ankles, JJ had woven even more around her shins then her thighs, then moving all the way up her torso. crisscrossing this way and that in a rush job. Like a spider. The woman still had managed to be difficult in her squirming, so JJ managed to shove her knees up into her chest in a jackknife position. Wrapping the tape under her thighs to around her back. Then forcibly bending her legs, so her heels were against her butt, wrapping the tape again from around her back to around her shins forcing her into a tight duct tape ball. At that point the woman began cursing and yelling at her “GET OFF ME YOU PSYCHO BITCH!” she cried
“That’s very rude” JJ said, blowing disheveled strands of hair out of her own face. Stretching out a long strip of tape and wrapping it several times around the woman’s mouth and head till her nose was pushed up, her chin covered, and her cheeks bulging as they were pressed out over the top of the tape
After that she had opened the small linen closet near the front door, barely big enough to even fit a person, rolled the woman over to it, and not so gently stuffed stuffed her inside
“Sit tight for me K?” She said closing the door on the raging woman inside mid gagged tirade.
She ran over to her phone, picking it up off the ground before cursing herself. It had gotten unplugged in the scuffle and was still dead. She quickly plugged it back in hoping it’ll turn back on soon, so she can call the police and inform them what had happened. In the meantime, she picked up the end table, cleaned up the ice and walked over to where the two beanies laid on the floor. She picked up what she guessed was hers and tucked it back down on her head before walking back over to the closet and opening the door the woman’s eyes were wide with rage as she unleashed a new string of muffled curses. “Sorry I think you dropped this” JJ said teasingly. Still trying to catch her breath. She tugged the beanie back down onto her head and over her eyes. Before throwing the door shut, cutting her off once again and causing an abrupt high pitched grunt as the slamming door forced the woman tighter into the tiny closet.
---A few minutes later- --
JJ’s phone dinged, notifying that it finally been charged. She rushed over and picked it up, getting ready to dial 911. There was a knock at the door. “Oh good help is already here” She thought. Distracted from her task, she jogged to her door and opened it.
Standing right on the other side was another woman smiling at her. “Hey! thank God you’re here!” JJ said before the woman smiled
“No no. Thank you for being her, Cassie…” The woman purred deviously. JJ barely opened her mouth to ask what she meant by that when the woman’s hand shot forward
“Wha?...AAGHGHUGHHUGHHUGHHUGHH!” as the taser activated on her chest, JJ convulsed for a couple seconds before collapsing to the ground in a heap, paralyzed and dazed….
She flung the old motel door shut behind her as she walked away. The jarring impact jolting the number “9” mounted on the old motel door, sending a screw falling out and the number swinging down. It’s new position resembling the number “6”...
---In the Front Desk building---
Letting her know she’s the last customer before the desk closes for the night, the clerk hands Cassie the keys to her room. She thanked the woman and headed out to the path that will lead her to her room. #6.
She was exhausted and finally ready for a good night’s rest. She’s been on the run for weeks now. Making her way across state lines, through counties, and avoiding attention. All the while she knew she had to keep moving if she wanted to evade capture. After all, there were dangerous people after her. Hopefully this old motel will be a safe place for now.
She adjusted the black beanie on her head holding down her long dark brown hair that hung past her shoulders down to her mid back. She ran a couple fingers along the material as if feeling for something. She shoved her hand into the front pocket of her thick, oversize black hoodie that matched her black Sweatpants. She proceeded down the sidewalk, warm in a pair of thick scrunched down gray wool socks slid inside a pair of comfortable black tennis shoes, she made her way down the rows of doors until she came up to one and checked her key card. All right this must be it, room number “6” she thought to herself entering the unlocked door and going inside.
Once since she kicked off her shoes hopped onto the bed, crossed her feet and lean back to relax. It had been a while since she was able to get comfortable for a little bit. She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. It wasn’t long till her own face appeared on the screen and a news report inquiring on her whereabouts came up. “good luck” she thought to herself. no one will be looking for me here.
---Outside---
Cassie’s walking form is tracked within the crosshairs of the monocular. “Oh that’s you all right” a confident hard feminine voice said. Lowering the device, the woman looked down at her tablet again, reviewing the profile and the numbers next to the dollar sign below the picture. “Not as clever as you think” the voice purred
The woman looked up. The sun was starting to set. The opportunity window would be soon. She put her things down and climbed to the back of the van to start gathering her gear.
-----
JJ made her way back with the ice finally getting back to her door and looking up. She squinted in confusion before realizing what happened. She laughed at herself “well that’s silly” she said as she tried adjusted the number back into the correct position, only for it to swing down again. She would probably need to call the desk, she thought as she jiggled the door handle. "That's weird" she thought, swearing she left it unlocked. Shrugging she pulled the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She walked in with her head down. Turning and shouldering the door shut behind her and setting the ice bucket on the table next to the door. She didn’t take another step before she looked up and froze like a deer in headlights. Her eyes wide as she tried processing the sight in front of her. There, lying on the bed, could’ve been her twin. A doppelganger. The hair length and a choice of socks and footwear being the only differences. She stared for several seconds trying to process what was in front of her. The person in the bed doing the same. Eventually, the sound of the TV broke the silence and her head slow slowly turned. On the TV was a picture of her. No, not her. The woman in the bed, and a word in big font that said “WANTED”. Her head snapped back and they stared at each other for another second longer…then…All hell broke loose.
The woman shot out of the bed towards her and JJ braced herself. They crashed into each other, knocking over the table, the drawer flying open and its content spilling out and the ice bucket toppling, ice going everywhere. JJ’s beanie flew off her head at the impact
“Who the hell are you! and what are you doing in my room!” she yelled.
“Your room?! This is my room!” the imposter yelled back as they grappled and pulled each other‘s hair.
JJ was able to throw the woman off and leap to her feet. Looking around at anything can help. The woman charged as JJs hand reached back and felt the corner of one of the heavy bed pillows. Her hand tightened around the corner. Right before the woman closed, she swung like she was felling a tree. The pillow clobbered the woman upside the head, sending her sideways almost clear off her feet. Her own beanie Knocked off her head. JJ dove on top of her and the fight continued. High-pitched grunts, and squeals of frustration echoed throughout the room as they crashed into things and rolled around in their cat fight. JJ like to keep in shape. A good portion of that revolving around MMA and jujutsu classes.
JJ’s eyes shot to the side, spotting something that had fallen out of the toppled table drawer. A giant roll of silver duct tape. The wind got knocked out of her as a knee drove into her stomach, and she fell onto the floor on her side the woman jumping on top of her, although she was the one on the ground JJ saw the perfect opening for a move. One she learned in her class to gain the upper hand in such a situation. She looked up at the doppelganger and smiled with one side of her mouth. “You’re gonna regret” this she coiled and then launched into action.
---10 minutes of crashing, yelling, and thudding later, everything falls silent---
......
“Mghghmmmmphhghgmmmmphgh!!! Phrrmmghghgpmmmmghmmphrrmm!!!”
The angry grunts, and complaints, continued as JJ smooths down the final ends of duct tape and stood and backed out of the small closet to look at her work.
She tossed down the roll of duct tape, of which at least 80% of it had been used. Before her was the imposter. Wrapped head to toe in a clumsy, but effective weaving web of duct tape. looped around every possible movable inch of her body.
After getting the hooks in from her successful grappling move, she had managed to wrap the woman’s hands up in it first. The woman fought back, her hands and wrists bound, but able to slip out of the clinch. JJ reattacked and was able to force her hands to her chest and wrapped more duct tape around her body, pinning her arms to her chest, hands up under her chin. She spun and flipped over, moving to control the woman’s legs. Grabbing her ankles as the woman continue to struggle and thrash, even in her bound state. After binding her ankles, JJ had woven even more around her shins then her thighs, then moving all the way up her torso. crisscrossing this way and that in a rush job. Like a spider. The woman still had managed to be difficult in her squirming, so JJ managed to shove her knees up into her chest in a jackknife position. Wrapping the tape under her thighs to around her back. Then forcibly bending her legs, so her heels were against her butt, wrapping the tape again from around her back to around her shins forcing her into a tight duct tape ball. At that point the woman began cursing and yelling at her “GET OFF ME YOU PSYCHO BITCH!” she cried
“That’s very rude” JJ said, blowing disheveled strands of hair out of her own face. Stretching out a long strip of tape and wrapping it several times around the woman’s mouth and head till her nose was pushed up, her chin covered, and her cheeks bulging as they were pressed out over the top of the tape
After that she had opened the small linen closet near the front door, barely big enough to even fit a person, rolled the woman over to it, and not so gently stuffed stuffed her inside
“Sit tight for me K?” She said closing the door on the raging woman inside mid gagged tirade.
She ran over to her phone, picking it up off the ground before cursing herself. It had gotten unplugged in the scuffle and was still dead. She quickly plugged it back in hoping it’ll turn back on soon, so she can call the police and inform them what had happened. In the meantime, she picked up the end table, cleaned up the ice and walked over to where the two beanies laid on the floor. She picked up what she guessed was hers and tucked it back down on her head before walking back over to the closet and opening the door the woman’s eyes were wide with rage as she unleashed a new string of muffled curses. “Sorry I think you dropped this” JJ said teasingly. Still trying to catch her breath. She tugged the beanie back down onto her head and over her eyes. Before throwing the door shut, cutting her off once again and causing an abrupt high pitched grunt as the slamming door forced the woman tighter into the tiny closet.
---A few minutes later- --
JJ’s phone dinged, notifying that it finally been charged. She rushed over and picked it up, getting ready to dial 911. There was a knock at the door. “Oh good help is already here” She thought. Distracted from her task, she jogged to her door and opened it.
Standing right on the other side was another woman smiling at her. “Hey! thank God you’re here!” JJ said before the woman smiled
“No no. Thank you for being her, Cassie…” The woman purred deviously. JJ barely opened her mouth to ask what she meant by that when the woman’s hand shot forward
“Wha?...AAGHGHUGHHUGHHUGHHUGHH!” as the taser activated on her chest, JJ convulsed for a couple seconds before collapsing to the ground in a heap, paralyzed and dazed….
