Sophomore Year - Chapter 20: "That Was An Awesome Saxophone Solo, Girl" (FFF/FF, M/FFFFF, MF/FFFF, MFF/FFF, MFFF/FF, MFFFF/F) [Part 2 of 8]
Some of the girls looked at me apprehensively. Others looked at me bemusedly.
Courtney: Good luck wrangling us all for the duration. You’ve got your work cut out for you. I don’t think you’re up to the challenge of handling five girls. And it’s pretty arrogant of you to be prepared enough to think that you can. How many five captive games do you have?
Me: I’m glad you asked. I’m a little insulted. But I think that you’ve correctly insulted me. I’m just one man. And an average man at that. I can’t handle five feisty young females. You’re absolutely right. I’m not up to the task. Not for three hours at least.
I tightly cinched her elbows and she let out a little yelp. I reached down and picked up a lengthy rope for her chest and started measuring it out.
Elisa: I’m glad we can agree on that. But what does that mean? Does that mean that you’ll need an assistant to help you torture the other four? I think as the only person who is fully untied that I’m the obvious choice. And I’m volunteering for the job.
Jackie: Actually, only my wrists are tied. I can volun---mmmmmpppppphhhhhh.
Elisa clamped her hand firmly over Jackie’s mouth as she put up a light, playful struggle.
Elisa: Like I said, I’m the only one volunteering. I certainly don’t hear Abbie and Erica volunteering their services.
Abbie and Erica: Mmmmppphhhhh!!!!! Mmmppphhhh!!!!!
The spirited interplay between the five girls was such an incredible turn-on. I loved teasing them. I loved it when they teased me. But I think I loved it most when they teased each other. And I’m sure that AT LEAST Elisa knew this. The rest probably had some idea. But she seemed to constantly prod at them in front of me for my benefit. Or maybe it was just for their annoyance and humiliation. My bet is that it was a combination of both. The lady was a cerebral assassin.
Me: No. I’m afraid I won’t need an assistant. Well…I will. But not to start. You’ll be bound tightly like the rest of them. I will eventually need some assistants to help me with the punishments. But those spots will have to be earned. Courtney is, in fact, correct. I don’t have many five player games. I have but one. Luckily, I also have a four player game, a three player game, and a two player game.
Elisa: This is heading in an interesting direction. I hope it means what I think it means.
Me: You’re a deductive lass. You’re probably there. You’ve gone to all this trouble to get me five tightly bound and gagged females for my enjoyment and you all are only going to be bound and gagged together for twenty to thirty minutes. I know. It might seem like a waste. But it’s not the quantity of time. It’s the quality of time.
Courtney: So. You’re going to let the winner of the five player game go?
Me: Yes. I’m going to let the winner of EVERY game go. Immediately. If that’s not motivation then I don’t know what is. You win a game, you get your freedom. Lickity split.
Courtney: I’m all for it. I’m not going to lie…I was probably going to half ass most of these games. I figured you’d have enough hostages to deal with that the tortures couldn’t be that bad, but now I’m pretty sure that I’m going hard the whole time.
I had started winding her chest harness underneath her armpit and over her shoulder and pushed her head forward as I wound it around to the other side.
Me: We’re going to play a five person game. The rules will be simple and intuitive enough. A winner will be determined. The winner will be released. Before we start, participants will have to promise not to release other competitors before their time of course.
Courtney: Of course.
Me: You promise?
Courtney: I promise.
Elisa: I promise.
Jackie: I promi---mmmpppppphhhh!!
Elisa: I don’t think Jackie agrees. She might untie me. Is she disqualified?
Me: She promises. Abbie. Erica. You know the code. One grunt means you consent. Two grunts means I can go fuck myself. I’ll understand that sentiment, but it won’t do well for your prospects in the competition.
Erica: Mmmmpppphhhh.
Abbie: Mmmpppppphhh.
Me: Sweet. That was easy. So the first winner will be released and will assist me with future games. They will also be free and clear of any torture. Then we’ll play a second game. Four players. One winner. That winner will then be immediately released.
Elisa: I get it. Then the third game starts?
Me: No. Then the first torment session begins. Three captives. Three tormenters. That seems like a proper ratio. The first two victors will have avoided any of the nastiness. The three biggest losers get punished. And then we begin Round 3.
Courtney: Three players. One winner. That winner gets released. Correct?
Me: Correct. And then the four people who are untied will torment the two people that remain tied. Two on one. It’ll get nastier for the losers.
Jackie: Oh boy. Then we get a final game.
Me: Yep. You get the picture. You don’t want to be The Old Maid who loses that game.
Jackie: I guess I’ll just have win from the jump. Avoid all of the nastiness.
Elisa: Good luck. If you’re really lucky, maybe I’ll give you some pointers in the later games. But you’re not beating me.
I finished tying Courtney’s chest harness behind her back. Her arms were now firmly pinned down to her back and her T-Shirt was tightly contoured around her breasts. The girl looked absolutely amazing.
Me: I would also like to mention that any of the games can be played with any number of people. So if you find a game unsavory, and some might be unsavory to you, you can opt out. Nobody is going to force you to play a game that you don’t want to play. But you won’t be winning your freedom that round. So please consider that.
Courtney: Oooooh. That sounds spooky. Unsavory?
Me: Down on the ground for me.
I helped Courtney into a sitting position and moved on to her legs. Elisa had caught up to me and was also sitting Jackie down. She might have done her ropework a couple minutes quicker than me due to the wardrobe change, but I had no doubts about her ropework. The girl wasn’t exactly trustworthy, but she was a professional.
Me: Yes. Unsavory. There might be a club rule or two that gets sidestepped. That’s why all four games will be opt-in.
I began to tie Courtney’s ankles, but unlike Erica and Abbie I tied her ankles crossed. She didn’t appear to notice in the moment as she was still thinking through the rules and the format. But having crossed ankles was definitely going to be a disadvantage in the opening game. I wasn’t going to outright rig these games. But I knew that they weren’t exactly going to be fair. I had favorites that I was eager to play. Captives that I liked to keep under my thumb longer than others. So while I had no interest in making it look like I was screwing Courtney over, I was going to stack the deck against her in a subtle way. The same would go for Elisa. I didn’t need her winning the opening game. If she got two big wins on back to back days, her head might get so big that she’d be impossible to deal with. So I knotted Courtney’s ankles tightly and moved up her legs to her knees. It only took a couple more minutes before I had Courtney’s legs tightly secured. The short shorts may have been practical on her part and not intended to be a treat for me, but I was much obliged that she wore them. Every time my hands brushed her smooth legs I felt a tingle go down my spine. It had been exactly five weeks since I’d met her. And my crush had not subsided one iota. I possibly even found her more enchanting now. I was pulled back into the room by the sound of duct tape being stretched sharply off the roll.
Elisa: OK, Jackie. Time to seal up that mouth of yours.
Me: Wait. No duct tape for Jackie.
Elisa: What?
Me: Use these.
I reached into the bag next to me and pulled out a rag, a handkerchief, and a pliable sheet. I balled them up and tossed them to Elisa.
Elisa: Why? Why does she get the VIP treatment? Because she’s your best buddy?
Me: No. Because she volunteered for this. Sometimes, Elisa, to the compliant go the spoils.
Jackie: Haha. Score one for me.
Elisa: So I’m guessing that I won’t be receiving similar treatment when it comes my time to get gagged?
Me: No. I believe you were the one that said that comfortable gags weren’t for people who were being given a king’s ransom.
Elisa: Touche. Alright, princess, open up.
I watched as Jackie opened her mouth and happily accepted the manageable rag that Elisa passed between her lips and crammed back into her mouth. She then closed her mouth obediently as Elisa began tying a large knot into the middle of the pliable sheet. I fished into my bag and pulled out the special rag that I had saved for Courtney.
Me: Speaking of princesses, I’ve got your old friend the glass slipper, right here.
I waved the familiar piece of cloth in front of Courtney’s face as she gave me a wry smirk.
Courtney (sarcastically): Oh. What a lucky girl l am.
Me: Open.
She did and I pushed the cloth into her mouth. It filled her mouth precisely just like usual and as soon as I had it all the way in she closed her lips down over it. I pulled out two rolls of tape. One white, one black.
Me: Your choice. Do you have a color preference?
Courtney eyed them both and then nodded her head towards the black one in my left hand.
Me: Your wish is my command.
I pulled a little bit of tape off of the roll and pressed it to her cheek. I then began tightly winding the tape around her head, pressing into her protruding cheeks and locking the rag in behind her lips. I encircled her head about six times with the tape before ripping it off and smoothing it down. I turned around to find that Elisa had gagged Jackie effectively with a thick knotted cleave gag. We now had four very well restrained college sophomores.
Me: Alright. Let’s set the timers on these two.
I grabbed Courtney’s phone and set the timer and Elisa did the same for Jackie. By the time I had Elisa tied up, Erica and Abbie would probably be at 30 minutes. But we’d still have time for everything that I wanted to do.
Me: OK. I’m going to get their shoes and socks off. I want you to gag yourself.
Elisa: You’re trusting me to gag my own mouth.
Me: Yes.
Elisa: OK. Hope you like it.
Me: I know you’re going to do a great job. Because if I don’t approve of it upon inspection when I’m done…I’ll be holding eight dirty socks.
Elisa: Don’t you dare.
Me: Fuck around and find out. Do it right the first time.
Elisa: Fine. Meanie.
I unlaced Courtney’s shoes and slid them off of her feet. She was wearing short white no-show ankle socks which I also peeled off and placed inside her sneakers. Then I heard Elisa behind me.
Elisa: Hhmmmpppphhhhh Mmmmppphhhhrrrrmmpppphhhhhh.
She pointed to her mouth which appeared to be substantially stuffed. I think she wanted a gag check. I walked over to her and looked at her mouth. She parted her lips slightly and I poked at the material that was packed inside. It was dense. I prodded her cheek just to make sure that she wasn’t just bracing packing forward with her tongue. She’d done an admirable job.
Me: Good girl. Very nice.
She gave me a smack in the chest with the back of her hand and scowled at me. I simply picked up her roll of duct tape and handed it to her.
Me: Now you wrapped Erica eight times. I want you to do the same to yourself. And if they’re not tight enough…I’m going to add eight of my own over the top. Got it?
Elisa: Mmmmpphhhh Hmmmmppphh.
She grudgingly accepted the tape and started to wind it around her head. While she was doing that I went over and removed Abbie and Erica’s shoes and socks. I placed them neatly to the side. When I was done I flipped Abbie over to a muffled grunt of protest and lifted her off the floor into a standing position.
Me: You want to hop, or do you want to be carried?
Abbie: Mmmpppphhhhh.
Me: Was that a “hop”?
She nodded her head.
Me: OK. Over to your bed. I braced her as she bunny hopped six or seven times until she was at the foot of her bed. I sat her down on the edge and went to go grab Erica. I lifted her onto her feet and she just started hopping towards the bed. She didn’t even need to be asked.
Me: Sit on the opposite corner from Abbie.
I turned to go fetch Courtney. She was not lying on her belly like the other two so I simply walked up behind her and took a hold of her shoulders and lifted. She bent her knees, stabilized herself, and pushed herself up into my arms. I saw that Erica had obeyed my instructions.
Me: Hop or carry?
Courtney: Nnnnmmmpppphhhhh mmmmppphhhh!!!
She looked down at her feet and glared at me. Her ankles were crossed. She could hop but it was going to be significantly harder.
Me: You want to try?
Courtney: Mmmppphhh hhhmmppphhh.
She took off hopping towards the bed. She had to do so gingerly and was able to do so only at about half the speed that Erica had done.
Me: Jackie’s bed, Court.
She turned her head and glared at me as she switched direction and went towards Jackie’s bed. The Penthouse was so big that Abbie and Jackie were the only two members of the club who didn’t need to bunk their beds. They could fit side by side with a couple feet of space between them at one end of the room. Pays to have a great lottery number. Courtney made her way steadily towards Jackie’s bed and sat down. Elisa was with the program by now and simply lifted Jackie off the ground and deposited her on the opposite corner of the bed from Courtney. I examined Elisa’s gag. The tape firmly pressed into her cheeks and there was clearly no reason for additional reinforcement. She’d followed my commands.
Me: Thanks for the help. Now hands behind your back and we can get this show on the road.
Elisa did as I asked and I proceeded to tie her up comparably to all of the other girls. Hands behind, elbows together, a tight chest harness to pin everything together. Followed by lower body bindings at the ankles, knees, and thighs. I crossed her ankles also when I tied them and if she noticed, well she wasn’t in a position to say anything. When I was done with her, I stripped off her shoes and socks, as well as Jackie’s and we were finally ready to begin.
Me: Alright, ladies. We’ve burnt (picking up Abbie’s phone)…27 minutes for some of you. But it’s time for the games to begin.
All of their eyes were watching me intently as I dragged Abbie and Jackie’s desk chairs into the center of the room. I then dragged the two extra desk chairs (Dale’s and mine) that I had brought up the previous evening. I arranged the chairs so that they were all facing outwards from a central point in opposite directions. I had to assume that almost anybody who had made it to the fourth grade knew what game was about to be played.
Me: I said that these games would be intuitive. The first one is called musical chairs. Is there anybody here who doesn’t know how to play?
All of the girls shook their heads.
Me: Excellent. Then we'll start momentarily. But first. A picture. I'm not sure when I'm going to have five girls all thoroughly bound and gagged again. So we might as well immortalize this now.
I pulled out my camera and aimed it at the girls. Erica and Courtney turned away.
Me: Ladies. Present yourselves to the camera like gracious captives or I might have to adjust your consequences.
The two of them begrudgingly turned back towards me and I snapped a few pictures of all five tightly trussed and properly gagged girls staring into my camera. It was a thing of beauty.
Me: Excellent. Now hop on up and I’ll start some music.
Courtney: Mmmmmppphhhh!!!!! Nnnmpppphhhhmmmmm hhhmmpppphhhrrmmppphhhh.
I looked over at Courtney and she was staring angrily at me and lifted her bound feet in my direction. I simply stared at her with a bemused smirk as she waved her cross bound ankles in my direction. Elisa also seemed non-plussed about the situation.
Me: Are you upset because your ankles are crossed and some of the other captives aren’t?
Courtney nodded.
Me: Every girl that I tied had their ankles crossed. You could have hobbled Erica when you had the chance. It’ll be fine. I promise it’ll only be a disadvantage in the first game.
Courtney huffed at me. But she pushed herself up off the bed and gave a few cute little bunny hops towards the chairs. The other girls followed suit until all of them were standing in a circle around the four chairs. I walked over to the Victrola record player that Jackie kept on her dresser and flipped through some of her records. Despite being an allegedly outdated technology, three of the four rooms in Capture Club featured a record player. I owned one, Jackie owned one, and Erica owned one. Jackie and I had roughly the same model and would swap vinyls all the time. Erica’s was really old school and she had a little bit of a different taste in music than we did. Her dad had been in a jazz band growing up and she owned a lot of the old classics as well as several jazz records by lesser known and regional artists. Jackie and I had a lot of popular contemporary music and hits from the 80s, 90s, and 00s. Eventually I settled on the album Animal by Ke$ha. I slipped the vinyl out of the sleeve, placed it on the spindle at the center of the platter, and turned the player on. I then lifted the stylus needle and hovered it over record, which had begun to rotate.
Me: OK, Ladies. When the music starts…start hopping. When the music stops. Find a seat. Whoever is the last chica standing without somewhere to sit… you’re out.