One Crazy Night (F+/F+) VOTE STORY [CLOSED]

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Alisonlovesropes wrote: 3 years ago Ggrrrmmmeeeeeee. Ggnneeeeee. Mmnnggrreeeeeee
Here, let me take out that gag, just so you can vote ;)
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RopeBunny wrote: 3 years ago
Alisonlovesropes wrote: 3 years ago Ggrrrmmmeeeeeee. Ggnneeeeee. Mmnnggrreeeeeee
Here, let me take out that gag, just so you can vote ;)
C

Please don't gag me again

Please. ;)
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I'm sorry [mention]Alisonlovesropes[/mention] no promises ;) :lol:
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Great story as usual. Gonna say A as well.
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I'd have to vote for A - but will make you keep your promise of returning to Rosa :D
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I like A.

If I give you too many directions do I get tied up and gagged too.

(And I definitely want to find out what happens to.ALl the girls.
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A wins.

[mention]tickletied84[/mention] Rosa's continuation will no doubt happen eventually, I shall not forget the poor naked girl :D

And, [mention]CapturedCarol[/mention] I guess you'll just have take the risk and find out ;) :lol:
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009.

Knowing already what she wants to do, having had the slow drive through the carpark to decide firstly whether she even wants a special reward- in this case for reward read tied up girl, or girls -for winning, and secondly, because she does, what is it she wants. Knowing the answers, Elsa backs her Type-R into a space directly opposite Kim, still tightly lashed to one of the six trees. Behind her Deborah, still smarting over the loss, and the fact that by losing she's given up her chance at playing, might in fact of doomed herself to being tied to any of the four empty trees, backs her car into a space two across from Elsa. Taking a moment, wondering whether she'll be leaving here behind the RS's wheel, or in the Type-R's boot, Deborah shuts off the engine, smiles to herself. "Fuck it," kissing her palm, then placing that on her steering wheel, "you did great." She tells her RS, before opening the door, and climbing out.

"Can I have my clothes," Elsa calls over from her car, having been struck by a sudden attack of self consciousness when she looked down halfway through getting out, realising she was still only wearing a thong, "please."
"Oops." Deborah giggles, making Elsa laugh back. "Sure thing." Smiling, popping her boot and fishing the tight fitting grey and black striped dress and push up bra out, walking across to hand both over. "Thanks." Taking them in through the window, putting both on before climbing out.

"I guess your friend can't drive." Deborah, nodding over at Kim as both girls lean agaisnt their cars, "because," shaking her head, "that Type-R was like a whole different machine with you behind the wheel."
"Thanks." Smiling, then shaking her own head. "She isn't my friend though."
"No?"
"No."
"Then how did she...?"
"Well," looking across at Kim, "let's just say she's more of a stalker then a friend."
"Oh."
"Yeah." Smiling, because it's crazy enough to be funny, from some angles. "I post my races online. Some of them. If I go to Santa Pod, or the time Dad and me took her to Germany on a trailer." A smile. "Even street races, sometimes, if I think to set up a camera first. All that," a shrug, "can't help but gain the occasional fan." Giving Kim a wave. "Some crazier then others." Elsa looks at Deborah. "Any idea where her tee went?"
"In my boot, why?"
"One of my favourites."
"She stole your top?"
"Well." Grinning, not even annoyed anymore. The whole experience, the kidnapping, Kim's teasing as she lay helpless in the boot, all just seems, now Elsa's had a chance to reflect, kind of fun. Which isn't to say she's not thinking up some revenge. "Not like I could stop her once the sexy little thing had sweet talked me into being tied up."
"Ha." Shaking her head. "Did she really manage to trick you into being tied up in your own boot?"
"Mostly." Smiling, not minding Deborah's laughter. Elsa shakes her head. "Some kind of special photos she wanted to take of me and the car."
"Fair enough." Still smiling though, they both are. "But, anyway." Looking from the tied girls to Elsa. "What's happening to us all now?"

"Going to put Kim in my boot, then we're going for a drive."
"A drive where I'm in your car too?" Feeling nervous, because, as the winner Elsa can tie her up, in any way and wearing as few clothes as she wants. But Elsa shakes her head. "No. You're cute and all," smiling as Deborah blushes, "but I'll have plenty enough fun with Kim."
"So what happens to her?" Meaning Rosa. Elsa shrugs. "Don't really want the extra weight."
"Come on now," teasing, "she isn't that fat."
"She isn't any kind of fat," smiling, but shaking her head, "I just. Well." Thinking. "She's pretty, and very...." Grabbing her own breasts, giving them a shake, making Deborah laugh. "But." Grinning cheekily. "I think she looks happy where she is."
"You want to leave her there?"
"Yes." Nodding. "Good plan well done."
"But." Now Deborah's confused. "It wasn't my idea to leave her here."
"Then put her in your car."
"Well." Looking again at the busty naked Indian girl, Deborah smiles. "Fuck it then," giggling, "it's mean. But, let's leave her here."

It doesn't take Elsa long to transfer Kim from tree to boot, almost a reverse of what the busty blonde did to Rosa earlier. It helps this time too that, like Rosa, Kim doesn't fight. Being the semi obsessed girl that she is, this night, despite all it's twists, is still turning out to be awesome. Not only did she get to tie up Elsa, and see her- almost -naked, she got to drive the Type-R. At race speeds in an actual race. And now, another fun twist, she gets to be tied up in the car, which at least means she's still close to Elsa. And close to Elsa is closer to any potential opportunity to recapture her then if she'd been left tied to the tree. So Kim doesn't fight, nor protest, as Elsa walks her to the Type-R, then helps her into the boot.

Elsa keeps the hogtie simple. Rope around the ankles, and around the wrists, both ankles and wrists are crossed not side by side. The third rope, used to join Kim's limbs together, she pulls tight, deciding that Kim shouldn't be too comfortable back here, smiling at the way yanking the rope makes her blonde captives back arch slightly. Checking her work over, making sure it's all tight, Elsa pats Kim's jeans clad firm butt, and then closes the boot.

"So were do you want to go?" Deborah asks, holding out Elsa's white tee, still leaning against her car as Elsa worked on Kim. "Any thoughts?"
"Thanks." Taking her top, tossing it into the back seat. "Can you take us someplace fun?" Elsa thinks. "Doesn't have to be a car place," a shrug, "but I won't mind if it is."
"Fun huh?"
"Yeah." Spreading her arms wide. "Here I am, someplace I'm not even sure how to drive home from yet, I'd like to have some fun before I do."
"Okay." Thinking, then she smiles. "Got it."
"Lead on then." Elsa walks around to her drivers door. "I'll follow you."
"Right." Nodding, climbing into her own car.

With barks and low rumbles both girls start their motors, and, with the green RS taking the lead, both pull away, heading out of the carpark. Still tied to the tree, naked and ballgagged, Rosa watches them go, only now realising that she's definitely being abandoned, left here to whatever fate the night decides to throw her way.

Where is Deborah taking Elsa?
A- Deborah works as manager at a large indoor water park, and as manager has the key. The girls go there, since it'll be deserted.
B- They go to the strip, the long straight road, running beside the beach, where all the street racers hang out.
C- Deborah takes Elsa to a house party one of her friends invited her along to tonight.
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I have to go with B, more racers mean more opportunities, if you catch my drift ;)
Enjoying the story so far, looking forward to see what happens to Rosa, maybe someone see her and have some fun with the helpless girl, or decide shed be a great addition to a "collection"... Anyways keep up the great work
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Hmmmm


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I think A this time. Seems like there could be plenty of fun to be had there...and lots of opportunities for new and fun tie ups.
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I think C

But don't forget Rosa
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C wins.

At some point, likely when I either run out of steam with Kim and Elsa, or when I've (with your help ;) ) managed to make them helpless enough, we'll switch over to Rosa, and see what becomes of her.

But not yet :D
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010.

In convoy the two modified- one heavily, the other not so much -cars head towards the outskirts of the city, where tall buildings become tall trees, and retail parks give way to actual parks. And fields. Mindful that Elsa, following behind in the Type-R, doesn't know where she's going, Deborah keeps her speed down. And yet, aware too that Elsa knows how to drive in a manner that treats most roads as a racetrack, she doesn't slow down too much. Both cars hug the twisting roads, cornering fast on stiffened suspension that makes them feel almost as though they were attached to rails.

In front, the green RS barks its way up and down the gears like an angry man spoiling for a fight. Each shift accompanied by the crash of ejected air from the dump valve. Behind, the Type-R is an altogether quieter beast, until the race tuned VTEC lump comes on song anyway. At the point most other drivers are changing gear the Honda surges forwards, it's engine note becoming that of a howling banshee, screaming through the night, out for blood and vengeance.

With cars such as these it's little wonder both girls are smiling as they weave in an out of slower moving traffic, playing cat and mouse except this time, having already caught the mouse, the cat is content now just to follow.

In the Type-R's boot Kim is glad of the blankets she laid down for Elsa's benefit, what feels like hours ago now. Still tightly hogtied and ballgagged, completely unaware of the destination, she rolls left to right and back, at the mercy of Elsa's driving. As she rolls her D cups, exposed since her tee- actually Elsa's tee if you want to be picky about such things - and bra, were taken from her before she was tied up, flop and bounce around with each roll she makes. But Kim isn't really paying attention, she's thinking, still, and listening. Waiting for an opportunity to escape, for a chance to turn the tables back on Elsa.

Wyatts farm did used to be a farm. But when the parents died none of the three daughters had any interest in continuing the family business, so what land that was left was sold to developers, who used most of it to fulfill a promise to the local authority regarding a previous housing development, which is to say they planted a ton of trees on it. However, they also built a small very exclusive group of houses.

The road, off the main road, is called Wyatts Farm Road. It's short, and straight, leading to a wide circle that comes back around to the original short straight entrance. Off of this circle seven houses sprout. Each house is detached, and either a four or five bedroom. All have twin garages and a fair sized pool in the back garden. One of these, number five, is where Deborah's friend Tess lives with her parents.

"One's a doctor, but, like, private stuff for rich people, going on tour with celebrities and stuff. And the wife's editor of some big fashion magazine." Deborah explains, both girls leaning agaisnt the Type-R's side. "Right." Elsa, looking around, seeing all the cars, nearly all of them modified, hearing the thumping bass beat coming from the back of the house. "So is this their party?"
"Daughters." Shaking her head. Smiling. "Though I actually met her Dad before I met Tess."
"Yeah?"
"Over there," pointing at the closed garage, in front of which is parked Tess's blue 01 plate wide arch kitted Citroën Saxo VTS, "in the garage is her Dad's grey Escort RS."
"Escort huh." Nodding, impressed. But Deborah shakes her head. "That's not the half of it. It's a mark four. Old now. Looks normal, just a carbon fibre bonnet...."
"But?"
".... He had a Cosworth lump dropped in. Rear wheel drive conversion. The works."
"Fuck." Nodding some more. "Proper sleeper then."
"Yeah." Deborah thinks back. "Met him on the RS club forum, got chatting because he's local, then met Tess when he invited me over for dinner with the family a couple of months later."
"And now you and Tess are friends?"
"Yeah." A nod. "She's cool. Loves cars like her Dad." Deborah laughs. "Drives him nuts that she prefers French to Fords."
"Ha." Thinking of her own Dad, actually quite happy with her choice of car. "So," looking around again, "she knows you're coming?"
"Messaged me an invite earlier."
"And all these people are what, friends too?"
"Not a clue." Shrugging, setting off towards the house. "Come on," turning to grin at Elsa, "let's go get wasted."

What happens next?
A- Elsa drinks, passes out or has fun. (leads to Elsa tied up somehow)
B- Elsa drinks, goes exploring. (leads to Elsa finding someone else tied up)
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B I think.

Thanks for.taking the gag out. But can you untie me so I don't have to type with my toes please.
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[mention]Alisonlovesropes[/mention] of course :lol: I think you've been in that restrictive state for long enough.
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I think B, so that Elsa can enjoy her freedom for a (little?!) bit longer
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Going with B.
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Elsa loses sight of Deborah within minutes of entering the house. One moment she's there, in front, talking back over her shoulder, trying to point out directions to bathrooms and the back garden. The next she's basically rugby tackled, from the right, by a boy large enough to be an actual rugby player. Elsa tenses, but apparently the two are old friends, because Deborah laughs as the two go sprawling, landing in a heap on one of the sofas, at which point the rest of the team appears to pile in too, the whole thing becoming something like a good natured fight, with Deborah now somewhere at the bottom, lost from sight.

So, with a shrug, since if it turns out to be boring she at least has her own wheels outside, and the promise of Kim, for later, Elsa heads off deeper inside alone. In search of a beer and a burger.

The beer is easy enough to find. Not only is the kitchen fridge filled with all manner of cans and bottles, there are near three dozen various spirits arranged around the room, each one surrounded by things to mix it with. Grabbing a chilled bottle, a brand she knows though not her favourite, which appears to not be in attendance, Elsa moves on in search of burgers.

Which she finds out in the garden.

With only seven houses to fit around what is a large circular road each one has ample space around and behind it for a very large garden. And the space here certainly hasn't been wasted. A pool, rectangular in shape, dominates one side as you emerge from the back door onto a patio area. The patio, roughly central, appears to bleed right though as it surrounds the pool, with nothing but lawn, plus some well planted flower and shrub beds, on the left. The left side of the house also boasts a conservatory, reached through the lounge. On this side too is a large weeping willow tree, old enough to of been on site when the land was still being farmed, it's drooping branches not far off touching the ground in several places. The pool is where most of the outdoors action is at. There are plenty, near two dozen, people jumping and diving and splashing around, all lit up courtesy of well placed underwater lights. At least three of the girls, and one guy, are naked, but nobody seems to care. Close to the conservatory, on the far left side of the patio, is a table set up with mixing decks, manned by two young skinny guys who- given the amount of kissing they're doing in between cueing up the next track -are clearly either a couple, or will be by the time dawn breaks. Behind the pool, away from the house so the smoke can't drift in through the open doors, is. "Jackpot." Elsa grins, wandering over.

It's a huge barbecue, everything here just screams money to burn, manned by two girls, one of whom is plump in a curvy way, though is wearing a bikini for someone two sizes smaller, and a big dark skinned guy with dreadlocks and a tattoo sleeve up his right arm, making him look like a Maori warrior. The larger girl seems to be in charge of spitroasting a whole pig, slicing off cuts of pork, stuffing them into soft rolls. The other two, like the DJs possibly a couple given the occasional shared kiss, are cooking up everything else from large juicy burgers to foot long hotdogs. Not having eaten since midday, Elsa can feel her mouth watering. The combined smells are overpowering.

She goes for the pork, adding a splash of ketchup, making small talk with the chef- Melissa -whilst first waiting for, then eating half her roll. Elsa tries very hard to keep her eyes off Melissa's large chest, something like F cups which look ready at any moment to overspill the tiny green camo print top trying desperately to hold them at bay, and mostly succeeds. Not that the larger girl seems to mind, given how much she's openly flirting, twirling her long and curling black hair as she passes comment on Elsa's own dyed more goth like cut. In the end Elsa promises to swing back around, for another talk, later, after she's grabbed another beer and had a mingle.

And why not she thinks, turning as she walks away, receiving a cheeky wave from Melissa, giving one back. Elsa is, has been for awhile, single. And there's something quite sexy about that large frame squeezed into that small bikini. Plus she'd had a cute laugh.

Grabbing another beer, then later a third and after that some more, the party begins to blur together as Elsa's buzz, the combination of only one roll and lots of booze, grows. She talks, to girls and boys, about cars mostly, impressed by their various feats, happy to impress these strangers with her own tales of speed. She dances, at one point sharing a slow song with Melissa, feeling a hand slip up under her dress and cup her buttcheek even as her own hand, fingers gently scratching the larger girls own butt, longs to climb higher and pull off that top, freeing those impressive breasts. She resists the urge, the by now drunken urge, to jump into the pool, and keeps her clothes on, staying dry.

She has fun. Even managing to forget about her tied up stalker, her hostage, locked safely away, tightly hogtied and with no top on anyway, in her Type-R's boot.

What happens next? The previous vote called for this to be all about who Elsa finds tied up, and maybe where. So:
A- Elsa, heading to her car to drive home, finds Melissa has taken her keys, and used them to handcuff and gag herself on the Type-R's back seat, naked, as a gift.
B- In an upstairs bedroom Elsa discovers Kim, wearing a strap on over her jeans, playing with a tied up and gagged Tess.
C- Elsa finds a room filled with people, who appear to be betting on who can tie someone up fastest. She sees two girls, both drunk and laughing, mummify two other giggling girls.
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After that teaser it has to be A and the sexy Melissa.
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Definitely Ana there
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