Short stories (F/FF, M/F , M/FF)
Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2025 10:09 am
FIRST one:
The two girls didn’t expect anything more exciting than a few horror movies and junk food that night. The living room was warm, dim, half-lit by a single lamp and the flicker of the TV, with sleeping bags and pillows scattered across the carpet. Hannah — the homeowner’s daughter — was brushing her friend Zoe’s hair lazily, laughing softly when the girl squirmed away. That’s when the click of the back door’s lock and the faint creak of the kitchen floor broke the air.
Zoe froze first. Then Hannah turned her head, her fingers still tangled in a brush, and in the doorway stood a woman. Tall, lean, clad in black denim and a tight zippered jacket, face partially shadowed under a wool beanie, a duffel bag already slung over her shoulder. The glint of steel at her hip suggested she was armed, but it was the rope draped casually around her neck and the tape in her hand that made both girls’ stomachs drop.
“Well, well. Looks like I wasn’t expecting an audience tonight,” the woman purred, her tone almost playful, the kind of teasing you’d expect from a babysitter rather than a burglar. “You two planning to give me trouble?”
Zoe shook her head violently, her eyes wide, but Hannah swallowed and sat up straighter. “You can take whatever you want,” she said shakily.
“Oh, honey, I already planned on it,” the woman grinned, stepping fully into the light. Her boots made soft thunk… thunk… thunk sounds on the hardwood as she approached. She squatted down in front of them, eyes glittering with amusement. “But you two need to stay put while I work, hmm? No screaming. No running. I’ve got something perfect for that.”
The rope unfurled like a snake in her hands, and Zoe whimpered audibly.
“That’s right, sweetie, give me those pretty little wrists,” the woman crooned, her fingers deft as she reached out to gather Zoe’s hands behind her back. She tied tight and quick — years of practice — the strands biting into Zoe’s soft skin as she gasped. shffft… went the rope as she cinched it off, giving it a firm tug. “Mmm, good girl. Now sit there for me.”
Then she turned to Hannah. “You’re the brave one, aren’t you? What’s your name?”
“H-Hannah.”
“Pretty. Let’s see if you tie up just as nicely.”
She nudged Hannah to her knees, spun her around, and bound her wrists behind her as well. The ropes looped around her chest and upper arms too, pinning her snugly. She paused to lean closer, her breath warm against Hannah’s ear as she murmured, “Comfy? I’m very good at knots. You’ll feel this for hours.”
Then came the gags. A strip of white cloth pressed against Zoe’s lips — she let out a muffled “mmmphh!” as it was tied behind her head — and another for Hannah, tight enough to press her cheeks but not enough to hurt. Both of them stared up at her wide-eyed, helpless.
“Oh, you two are adorable,” the woman chuckled, stepping back to admire her work. She crouched and gave Zoe’s cheek a little pat before standing and surveying the room.
“Now, where does daddy keep the good stuff?” she mused aloud, letting her fingers trail over picture frames and bookshelves. “There’s always a safe. And I bet my little hostess here knows where it is.”
She turned on her heel and walked back to Hannah, kneeling down and tugging the gag down around her neck. Hannah gasped in a breath, her lips wet and red from the cloth.
“There. Better, right?” the woman murmured. “Now… if you don’t want me to make you squeal, you’re going to tell me where the safe is. But not too fast — I like playing with my victims a little first.”
She reached out and ran her fingers along Hannah’s ribs, feather-light. Hannah squirmed instantly, biting her lip to hold back a laugh.
“Ohh, ticklish are we? That makes this even more fun,” the woman grinned, her fingers dancing down Hannah’s sides, digging gently under her arms. Hannah squealed involuntarily, twisting against her ropes.
“Eeeheeheehee! St-stop! Heeheehee! It’s — it’s in the closet! Top shelf! Eeeeheehee!” she shrieked as the woman dug into her hips, grinning wickedly.
“Good girl,” the robber purred, finally relenting. Hannah slumped forward, still giggling weakly, breathless and blushing.
“Closet, top shelf. Knew you’d be helpful.”
She stood smoothly, letting Hannah’s gag snap back into place. “You two just sit tight, okay? Don’t go anywhere. Not that you could.”
With that, she sauntered out of the room, her boots thunk-thunk-thunking down the hall as the girls sat bound and muffled on the living room floor, exchanging wide-eyed glances. From the closet came the metallic clack… clack… clunk of the safe being worked open, and a few minutes later the woman strolled back in, duffel bag bulging and a cheeky smirk on her lips.
“Well, ladies, it’s been a pleasure. You’ve both been delightful little hostages,” she teased, bending down to adjust the ropes just a little tighter for good measure. She tapped each of their cheeks with two fingers — pat, pat — and added: “Sweet dreams.”
And then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her and leaving only silence and the sound of two girls’ muffled, nervous breathing in the faint light of the living room.
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The two girls didn’t expect anything more exciting than a few horror movies and junk food that night. The living room was warm, dim, half-lit by a single lamp and the flicker of the TV, with sleeping bags and pillows scattered across the carpet. Hannah — the homeowner’s daughter — was brushing her friend Zoe’s hair lazily, laughing softly when the girl squirmed away. That’s when the click of the back door’s lock and the faint creak of the kitchen floor broke the air.
Zoe froze first. Then Hannah turned her head, her fingers still tangled in a brush, and in the doorway stood a woman. Tall, lean, clad in black denim and a tight zippered jacket, face partially shadowed under a wool beanie, a duffel bag already slung over her shoulder. The glint of steel at her hip suggested she was armed, but it was the rope draped casually around her neck and the tape in her hand that made both girls’ stomachs drop.
“Well, well. Looks like I wasn’t expecting an audience tonight,” the woman purred, her tone almost playful, the kind of teasing you’d expect from a babysitter rather than a burglar. “You two planning to give me trouble?”
Zoe shook her head violently, her eyes wide, but Hannah swallowed and sat up straighter. “You can take whatever you want,” she said shakily.
“Oh, honey, I already planned on it,” the woman grinned, stepping fully into the light. Her boots made soft thunk… thunk… thunk sounds on the hardwood as she approached. She squatted down in front of them, eyes glittering with amusement. “But you two need to stay put while I work, hmm? No screaming. No running. I’ve got something perfect for that.”
The rope unfurled like a snake in her hands, and Zoe whimpered audibly.
“That’s right, sweetie, give me those pretty little wrists,” the woman crooned, her fingers deft as she reached out to gather Zoe’s hands behind her back. She tied tight and quick — years of practice — the strands biting into Zoe’s soft skin as she gasped. shffft… went the rope as she cinched it off, giving it a firm tug. “Mmm, good girl. Now sit there for me.”
Then she turned to Hannah. “You’re the brave one, aren’t you? What’s your name?”
“H-Hannah.”
“Pretty. Let’s see if you tie up just as nicely.”
She nudged Hannah to her knees, spun her around, and bound her wrists behind her as well. The ropes looped around her chest and upper arms too, pinning her snugly. She paused to lean closer, her breath warm against Hannah’s ear as she murmured, “Comfy? I’m very good at knots. You’ll feel this for hours.”
Then came the gags. A strip of white cloth pressed against Zoe’s lips — she let out a muffled “mmmphh!” as it was tied behind her head — and another for Hannah, tight enough to press her cheeks but not enough to hurt. Both of them stared up at her wide-eyed, helpless.
“Oh, you two are adorable,” the woman chuckled, stepping back to admire her work. She crouched and gave Zoe’s cheek a little pat before standing and surveying the room.
“Now, where does daddy keep the good stuff?” she mused aloud, letting her fingers trail over picture frames and bookshelves. “There’s always a safe. And I bet my little hostess here knows where it is.”
She turned on her heel and walked back to Hannah, kneeling down and tugging the gag down around her neck. Hannah gasped in a breath, her lips wet and red from the cloth.
“There. Better, right?” the woman murmured. “Now… if you don’t want me to make you squeal, you’re going to tell me where the safe is. But not too fast — I like playing with my victims a little first.”
She reached out and ran her fingers along Hannah’s ribs, feather-light. Hannah squirmed instantly, biting her lip to hold back a laugh.
“Ohh, ticklish are we? That makes this even more fun,” the woman grinned, her fingers dancing down Hannah’s sides, digging gently under her arms. Hannah squealed involuntarily, twisting against her ropes.
“Eeeheeheehee! St-stop! Heeheehee! It’s — it’s in the closet! Top shelf! Eeeeheehee!” she shrieked as the woman dug into her hips, grinning wickedly.
“Good girl,” the robber purred, finally relenting. Hannah slumped forward, still giggling weakly, breathless and blushing.
“Closet, top shelf. Knew you’d be helpful.”
She stood smoothly, letting Hannah’s gag snap back into place. “You two just sit tight, okay? Don’t go anywhere. Not that you could.”
With that, she sauntered out of the room, her boots thunk-thunk-thunking down the hall as the girls sat bound and muffled on the living room floor, exchanging wide-eyed glances. From the closet came the metallic clack… clack… clunk of the safe being worked open, and a few minutes later the woman strolled back in, duffel bag bulging and a cheeky smirk on her lips.
“Well, ladies, it’s been a pleasure. You’ve both been delightful little hostages,” she teased, bending down to adjust the ropes just a little tighter for good measure. She tapped each of their cheeks with two fingers — pat, pat — and added: “Sweet dreams.”
And then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her and leaving only silence and the sound of two girls’ muffled, nervous breathing in the faint light of the living room.
If you want to try, here is ChatGPT model i use for stories: https://chatgpt.com/g/g-6868227aa744819 ... r-2025-7-4