University Games M/F

[Snidely]

This occurred while I was at University a few years back, living and studying at the rural campus for my final year of my degree. Back then the last year wasn't quite as arduous as the preceding four; I guess the educators thought if we had made it to the fifth they shouldn't make it too hard on us who had survived thus far. We had more down-time and less need to study hard just to pass the exams. So we arranged more social events: kegs, wine and cheese night, plays, musical performances and games!

The game that occupied most of our first term on campus was an 'Assassination' Game. Participants (and that was virtually everyone) signed their names to a secret list for a ten dollar entrance fee. The moderators then assigned each person a 'target' below them on the list to 'assassinate'. Each player was given a slip of paper with their target written on it, but no one knew who was drawn to 'kill' them in turn: who was above them on the list. 'Assassinations' had to be accomplished with a water pistol but the target had to be completely alone. Lying on your back with your feet in the air also gave the immunity to being 'assassinated'. The prize of the last person standing was the accumulated fees from each participant; quite a sum of money for us poor students. Once the game began the student body became suddenly more gregarious to avoid being caught alone. 'Assassins' also started to hang around the campus toilets, hoping to catch their target solo and with their pants down!
Like everybody else I was trying to figure out how to catch my own target unawares and alone without exposing myself the same way to my unknown nemesis. But then I had a break. One morning at the photocopy machines I accidentally found a forgotten copy of 'the List'! I had it in my hands; the holy grail. The moderators had been lax, but their moment of ill discipline was my way to fame and fortune. My first instinct was to inform my best friend and conspire with him, but to my horror I saw he was only two places above me on the list, meaning I was his next target bar one. So I decided to go it alone, as true 'assassins' in history are wont to do.

I figured out a plan: I would 'break' the chain. I located the name of the person on the list above me, my 'assassin'. It was Margaret, an attractive girl I knew well but we weren't really 'friends'. I would approach her (carefully) and convince her to to cease her stalking of me and remove herself from campus that coming long weekend to block the assassins above her. That would give me three days to work my way down the shrinking list and finally be able, in the circular way the list worked, to take out the assassins waiting fruitlessly for her and therefore win. In return I would share the prize money with her.

So that Friday evening I went to her dorm room, with a friend of hers along for protection in numbers. I had whispered to Margaret at lunchtime that I wanted to meet with her to discuss a mutually advantageous proposition. She carefully opened the door, water pistol in hand, and her expression changed to a look of disappointment when she realised I wasn't alone. I told her to hand over her water pistol which she did as she knew she was safe from me, and I dismissed her friend.

She had just returned from an evening bike ride (she was a serious rider) and was still wearing her tight cycling outfit, which took me back. I had never really noticed her amazing physique before, but her current clothing was a revelation.
Trying not to look at her too much which I found distracting, I explained my plans. She was very interested, as the high chance to win 50% of the pot was a lot better than the odds of beating all the other participants 'fairly'. She agreed to leave the campus that night, but where? I told her I had arranged a 'safe house', a nearby old abandoned but still livable dairyman's hut that I had rented off the local farmer for very little over the long weekend.

"So you're going to stash me away for the weekend?" she said thinking aloud; "So I don't get assassinated, leaving you a free hand?"
I replied, thinking quickly; "Think of it as protective custody".

"Custody?" she said. "So I can't reneg and try to target you?"

"For your own safety. And mine." This was going where I wanted it to go.

I didn't spell it out but we both knew what it meant. She pursed her lips, thinking about it. Balancing up losing her freedom for the weekend with the money I was offering.

"OK, I'm in. What do I have to do? What is protective custody like?" she finally said.
"Like.....handcuffs"

"What, like real ones? Where did you get those?"

She was surprised. And intrigued, I could tell. In those days it was very hard to get hold of real police handcuffs in Australia. It was even against the law in some states. I had a lot of trouble bribing our campus security guard for his spare pair. Silver-chrome Smith&Wessons. It didn't cost me anything luckily, as he owed me a favour.

"Show me", she said. I was pleased she hadn't rejected the idea out of hand. I had brought them with me but never really believed I would get to use them. At best I hoped to just escort her out.

"Hold out your hands" I told her. I had a narrow window for this. I didn't want her examining them and breaking the magic that had got us thus far. To my amazement she shrugged and did exactly that. She made fists, ready to be locked up.

I took the Smith&Wessons out of my back pocket and locked the first cuff on her right wrist. She didn't move. Or complain. Holding my breath I cuffed the left. She tested the restraints, jangling the connecting chain.

"I think I get get out", she said squeezing her fingers together to make her hands smaller. She might be right, so I tightened them both with that harsh clicking sound handcuffs make. Right then I wished they weren't so noisy.

"OK I can't escape", she said attempting to do so. "What are you going to do with me now?"

"Take you to the safe house, but we can't walk out like this", I replied. I spotted a sweater lying on her bed and covered her chained wrists with the clothing. She nodded.

"I'll take some clothes and toiletries for you too", I said. "Sit here". She allowed herself to be placed on her bed and watched me stuff some of her T shirts, jeans and underwear into a carry bag. Toothpaste and brush too. Luckily she wasn' t a girly-girl so she didn't have much in the way of makeup or moisturiser to pack. As I worked I noticed her playing with her handcuffs, trying to swivel the cuffs around her wrists and attempting to slide them off. But I had put them on too tight for that.

"Time to go", I said. And took her arm to lead her out.

"You're doing this protective custody thing properly, aren't you?", she said.

"Yes".

"Actually, I've changed my mind, let me go", she said, wriggling out of my grasp, letting the jumper fall to the floor and holding her cuffed wrists out to me.

"No".

"Shit". She twisted her hands in exasperation. But she couldn't get free. "Ok, but no one can see me like this, right?"

"It's late, we'll be fine", I said as I re-positioned the jumper and took her by her arm again.

I opened the door and checked the coast was clear. I led Margaret outside and locked her door behind us, then retaking her arm in one hand and her bag in other we left. We were in luck; we made it to the car park without seeing anyone. But there it ran out. A couple of her friends had just arrived, slamming their cars doors and hopped up the steps to meet us. The knowing looks on their faces suggested they were guessing we were up to something as we hadn't ever been seen together before. I just hoped their guesses went no further than the romantic kind.

"Hi Marg. Jon. What are you two up to?" one girl said teasingly.

I could feel Margaret tense under my hand, so I let her go. I waited for her to reply but she seemed unable to.

"Er..just going for a drive. Its... its a nice night out". I tried to fill the silence gap.

"Stay together, or you might get assassinated", they laughed as they filed around us, heading to the dormitory. They thought they had us all figured out.
We were alone again and I wasn't going to wait around. I took Margaret's arm again and propelled her to my car. Put her gear in the boot and her into the back seat. As I started buckling her in she seemed to wake up.

"Please Let me go"

"I can't now, we don't dare go back. Your 'assassin' may have got wind you were out of your dorm room.

She pushed the jumper off her hands.

"Can you at least loosen them?"

I looked at her wrists. I had put the cuffs on tight. There were marks on her skin. Temporary marks but marks none the less.

"Sorry I can't run the risk of you escaping. This is the deal you signed up to."

She nodded, accepting, and I fastened her seat belt around her. As her hands were cuffed together I had to put the strap over her body and not under her arm as normal. It was better this way any way as she was more restrained like this. I checked her cuffs, closed the door and got in the front seat. Time to get away before anyone else noticed us.

To be continued.

[TapeBondage123]

Great start! I can’t wait to hear what’s in store for her at the safe house!

[AmyRu]

I love it!

[Bebert1]

Great start, can't wait to see more