She is much better now, Caesar, thank you for your concern. She is my baby, I have had her 10 years, and she has had epilepsy for her entire life, this episode just got a little worse than most. But she is back to normal now, so thanks again!
And here is the next chapter... (it's a little shorter but the story progresses!)
Swim Team Down (M/FF)
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Once they were left alone, Shannon looked over at Ashley. She looked peaceful, completely out, and Shannon almost wished he had given her a sleeping pill or two as well. She did the inevitable tugging on the handcuffs, which of course got her nowhere. She tried to reach for the knot in the rope to at least remove the hogtie and give her a chance to move a little, but again, got nowhere.
"Mmmpphh!" She tried next to wake Ashley, managing to scoot next to her and nudge her a little, but she remained out.
Then Shannon had an idea.
She managed to maneuver herself onto her side, facing away from Ashley, and wriggled and scooted backwards until she felt her press up against her best friend. Looking over her shoulder, she could see where the knot holding the rope around Ashley's waist was. She struggled and squirmed until she managed to get in a position where her handcuffed hands could just barely reach the knot if she stretched her fingers out. The hogtie kept getting in the way and making it next to impossible, frustrating her, but she kept at it until she finally managed to get a grip on the knot.
She froze in that position and started to pick away at the knot.
After a few minutes, Shannon's leg started to cramp up a bit, and she hadn't felt like she made much progress. She wanted to adjust badly, but being in a hogtie made it impossible unless she wanted to lose the little bit of momentum she had made with the knot. She decided to tough it out a little longer when she felt the knot start to give just a little bit.
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Clint dropped the car off and declined the rental places offer of a ride. He had rented it with one of his fake identities, and on his way back, he took out his lighter and melted the credit card into an unidentifiable mass of plastic he then dropped into a sewer. It had only been about 15 minutes, but he was still nervous. This was the only moment in his plan where he felt something could go awry, as the two meth heads had almost proven. He was also a little worried about the girls escaping, the one named Shannon had a spirit about her that he admired, but that also alarmed him a little.
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"Mmmpphh!"
With a grunt, half caused by the pain in her now cramped leg, half caused by her success, Shannon felt the knot give. Her fingers began working adeptly and she ignored the pain in her thigh as she tried to keep from going too fast and losing the momentum she had gained. Finally, she was able to pull the strands loose, and craned her head to look back, and saw the rope that wound around Ashley's waist and wrists and up to her breasts slacken up.
With her breathing increasing with nervousness, not knowing when their abdcutor would return, she began to try to pull the rope off her friend. She knew her next task would be to try to manuever around to untie Ashley's wrists, and wake Ashley up, a lot to try to accomplish, but if she could do those things, they might be able to escape. But first, getting this first rope loose.
"MMPPHH MMPPHH!!" She tried to yell at Ashley to wake up, but her voice was just muffled enough by the tape that it wasn't enough.
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Clint approached the van slowly, the druggies earlier had him at a high alert. Everything seemed quiet, so he opened the back door, and his alarm about Shannon was immediately validated.
He didn't know how she did it, but one of the rope holding her blonde friend was loose, and she was behind her trying to work on the rope holding her wrists together. Ashley was still unconscious, but Clint wasn't exactly sure how long the sleeping pills would hold their effect. While not surprised to see an escape attempt, it still infuriated him.
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Shannon felt the knot around Ashley's wrists begin to feel like it might give a little when the van door opened. She looked back wide-eyed and scared, and saw Clint standing there with a scowl on his face.
'Did you really think I was going to be gone long enough for you to pull something like this?" he asked her as he advanced on her, and laid a kick into her mid-section. Being hogtied, Shannon could not bend forward to take it, and it hurt, she groaned and rolled away from Ashley, moaning.
Clint checked the rope around Ashley's wrists, finding it was still secure. He turned to Shannon, who was lying on her side now, moaning from the pain in both her leg, which was subsiding but still hurt, and from the kick. He knelt down and grabbed her face roughly, eliciting an "MMMPPHH!"
"For your little and pathetic escape attempt, when we get to where we are going, your pretty friend there is going to receive a punishment. And it's on you. So you have a nice long car ride to think about what is going to happen to her. I can see what is happening from the front seat, if you try anything again, her punishment gets worse. Her life is in your hands."
He roughly pushed her face down, and sat Ashley up, retying the rope around her waist, wrists, and up to her breasts again. Then he took a rag off the van floor, and knelt by Shannon again, who flinched at his approach. He chuckled at her fear, and then tied the rag around her eyes.
"Good luck finding her ropes now. And remember, if I catch you doing something stupid again, all you're doing is hurting your friend."
The next thing Shannon heard was the back door of the van closing, and then the front door opening, and the engine starting. She moaned a little, blinded now, fidgeting in the handcuffs, hoping Ashley would wake soon so she would at least have company.
"Mmmpphh!" She tried next to wake Ashley, managing to scoot next to her and nudge her a little, but she remained out.
Then Shannon had an idea.
She managed to maneuver herself onto her side, facing away from Ashley, and wriggled and scooted backwards until she felt her press up against her best friend. Looking over her shoulder, she could see where the knot holding the rope around Ashley's waist was. She struggled and squirmed until she managed to get in a position where her handcuffed hands could just barely reach the knot if she stretched her fingers out. The hogtie kept getting in the way and making it next to impossible, frustrating her, but she kept at it until she finally managed to get a grip on the knot.
She froze in that position and started to pick away at the knot.
After a few minutes, Shannon's leg started to cramp up a bit, and she hadn't felt like she made much progress. She wanted to adjust badly, but being in a hogtie made it impossible unless she wanted to lose the little bit of momentum she had made with the knot. She decided to tough it out a little longer when she felt the knot start to give just a little bit.
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Clint dropped the car off and declined the rental places offer of a ride. He had rented it with one of his fake identities, and on his way back, he took out his lighter and melted the credit card into an unidentifiable mass of plastic he then dropped into a sewer. It had only been about 15 minutes, but he was still nervous. This was the only moment in his plan where he felt something could go awry, as the two meth heads had almost proven. He was also a little worried about the girls escaping, the one named Shannon had a spirit about her that he admired, but that also alarmed him a little.
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"Mmmpphh!"
With a grunt, half caused by the pain in her now cramped leg, half caused by her success, Shannon felt the knot give. Her fingers began working adeptly and she ignored the pain in her thigh as she tried to keep from going too fast and losing the momentum she had gained. Finally, she was able to pull the strands loose, and craned her head to look back, and saw the rope that wound around Ashley's waist and wrists and up to her breasts slacken up.
With her breathing increasing with nervousness, not knowing when their abdcutor would return, she began to try to pull the rope off her friend. She knew her next task would be to try to manuever around to untie Ashley's wrists, and wake Ashley up, a lot to try to accomplish, but if she could do those things, they might be able to escape. But first, getting this first rope loose.
"MMPPHH MMPPHH!!" She tried to yell at Ashley to wake up, but her voice was just muffled enough by the tape that it wasn't enough.
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Clint approached the van slowly, the druggies earlier had him at a high alert. Everything seemed quiet, so he opened the back door, and his alarm about Shannon was immediately validated.
He didn't know how she did it, but one of the rope holding her blonde friend was loose, and she was behind her trying to work on the rope holding her wrists together. Ashley was still unconscious, but Clint wasn't exactly sure how long the sleeping pills would hold their effect. While not surprised to see an escape attempt, it still infuriated him.
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Shannon felt the knot around Ashley's wrists begin to feel like it might give a little when the van door opened. She looked back wide-eyed and scared, and saw Clint standing there with a scowl on his face.
'Did you really think I was going to be gone long enough for you to pull something like this?" he asked her as he advanced on her, and laid a kick into her mid-section. Being hogtied, Shannon could not bend forward to take it, and it hurt, she groaned and rolled away from Ashley, moaning.
Clint checked the rope around Ashley's wrists, finding it was still secure. He turned to Shannon, who was lying on her side now, moaning from the pain in both her leg, which was subsiding but still hurt, and from the kick. He knelt down and grabbed her face roughly, eliciting an "MMMPPHH!"
"For your little and pathetic escape attempt, when we get to where we are going, your pretty friend there is going to receive a punishment. And it's on you. So you have a nice long car ride to think about what is going to happen to her. I can see what is happening from the front seat, if you try anything again, her punishment gets worse. Her life is in your hands."
He roughly pushed her face down, and sat Ashley up, retying the rope around her waist, wrists, and up to her breasts again. Then he took a rag off the van floor, and knelt by Shannon again, who flinched at his approach. He chuckled at her fear, and then tied the rag around her eyes.
"Good luck finding her ropes now. And remember, if I catch you doing something stupid again, all you're doing is hurting your friend."
The next thing Shannon heard was the back door of the van closing, and then the front door opening, and the engine starting. She moaned a little, blinded now, fidgeting in the handcuffs, hoping Ashley would wake soon so she would at least have company.
Shorter than usual - but very dramatic! I liked that 
Well, Shannons mind must be racing by now. What is in store for Ahsley and her? Did she endanger her team mate? Very good!
Well, Shannons mind must be racing by now. What is in store for Ahsley and her? Did she endanger her team mate? Very good!
As I posted in my other story (found here: http://www.tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=17&t=2085) in the Adult Section (18+ only please!), I am off the next 5 days, so another 2-3 chapters will be posted in that time.
Thanks again for reading! What does Clint have in store for Shannon and Ashley? He has pledged not to hurt them, but will he keep his word after Shannon has crossed him? You'll find out!
Thanks again for reading! What does Clint have in store for Shannon and Ashley? He has pledged not to hurt them, but will he keep his word after Shannon has crossed him? You'll find out!
Well he really hurt the Girls? Or did Cliff just bluff, to make his captives more docile? Everything seems possible Very good Cliffhanger by the way
Very good Cliffhanger by the way Please forgive the long delay, I promise a new chapter soon!
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Absolutely great work here! You should consider doing a series with these characters.
Male, 29, with a preference for ropes, tape, and cloth. I like to do the tying and am only interested in non-sexual bondage. If you'd like to chat, send me a private message sometime!
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Hey everyone, your patience is appreciated and I am working on the next chapter now, it will be posted this weekend, along with my other story's next chapter (Winning At Any Cost) in the Adults section. Happy New Year and thanks again for sticking with me!
Hi [mention]Driverman[/mention] 
Your latest addition in the adult section was great. If you find the time and energy to continue the perils of the swim team ... but take your time 
Your latest addition in the adult section was great. If you find the time and energy to continue the perils of the swim team ... but take your time It's already partially written ... I just started back to school last week, and with two jobs, time is hard to find! But I am taking a vacation from my main job this week and will only have school to worry about, so I will have it finished and posted sometime this week!
Shannon endured the ride in darkness. She was jostled about a little bit by occasional bumps in the road and turns, but other than the lingering ache from her leg cramp, she remained relatively unscathed. She tried a few times to get the blindfold off by scraping her head on the van floor, but it hurt and didn't seem productive, so she relegated herself to riding blind, moaning from time to time under the tape.
As Shannon started to drift off into a state of semi-consciousness, lulled by the vibrations of the van on the road, Ashley finally started to stir a little. She opened her eyes slowly, things were slightly blurry, but she could see another person in the van with her, and all at once the realization of her gag and the ropes holding her body tightly together hit her hard, and her big blue eyes popped open and she let out a loud "MMMMPPPHH!" For a few seconds, she squirmed frantically, unable to do much more than roll back and forth a little on the floor of the van.
She stopped, still in a slight state of shock, as it all flooded back into her memory. The man in their hotel room, tying Shannon to the bed while he took her to this van, tying her up, the sleeping pill. She forced herself to calm down and try to breathe. The van was moving, and squinting a little told her it was definitely Shannon in the back with her. She could see Shannon was tied up, a little differently with her legs pulled up behind her, gagged, and also blindfolded, and for just a moment, she felt relief she herself was not wearing a blindfold.
"Mmmpphh! Mmmph!" she tried to call out to Shannon but didn't get a response, but she could see her friend was still breathing.
Ashley's mind started to race, wondering what her team was thinking about their no-show, if they were looking for them, trying to come up with some way to get out of this mess. She tested all the ropes, but she found she was tied securely. She tried a couple more times to call out to Shannon through the tape, but her friend was still not responding. Inside, Ashley swore that if he had hurt Shannon, she would get revenge somehow.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, with Ashley drifitng in and out of a rough sleep, the van stopped. Ashley was half asleep when she felt it stop, and that was not unusual since of course, he had stopped at stop signs and lights, but this time she felt the transmission shift into park and the engine get turned off. Her senses were suddenly heightened, and she heard Shannon moan.
"Mmmpph!" she called out, and Shannon blindly moved her head around at the noise, and responded in kind. The two girls could do nothing but wait, hearing his footsteps and then feeling, or in Ashley's case, seeing the back doors of the van swing open, their captor climbing in.
Clint steps into the van, shining a flashlight on each girl.
"Glad to see you are awake, blondie," he says to Ashley, seeing the anger flare up in her eyes. Shannon moans as she can't see anything, but Ashley is glaring at him, her eyes letting him know she would be clawing his eyes out if she wasn't tied up.
"Listen, just calm down. Your friend here tried to untie you while I had to step away for a little bit. Now I am not out to hurt either of you, but we have to set some boundaries, and you both have to understand that I am not just talk. I told her that if she tries anything stupid, you get punished, Ashley. Well, trying to untie you qualifies as stupid. So once we get settled inside, I hate to break it to you, but you are going to have to be punished, and you only have Shannon here to blame."
Ashley shakes her head slightly, still glaring at him, not taking the bait to blame Shannon for anything.
Clint grabs Ashley's tied ankles and starts to pull her to the door of the van. "You first, I'll be back for you shortly, Shannon. Your dear little friend here already has one punishment lined up, if I come back and don't find you exactly as you are now, she gets a second one, too, and each one gets worse than the last."
Clint grabs Ashley around the legs and hoists her up over his shoulder. She squirms some, but being completely tied up, he barely even notices as he carries her into his rented cabin. He takes her into a bedroom and tosses her down on the queen size bed. She "Mmmpph's" when she lands and he chuckles.
"I'm going to tell you exactly what I told Shannon. I am going out to get her. If I come back and find you in any position other than the one you are currently in, then you both get punished. You are already getting one because of her, don't make it worse than it has to be."
Ashley glared at him, her big blue eyes boring holes into him. He smiled and winked at her, which made her even more furious. But thinking about Shannon made her decide to stay put unless she could figure out a way out of these ropes. But they held her tight, and she let out a frustrated moan as she waited.
Clint returned to the van and found Shannon had moved a little, but not enough to indicate any escape attempt.
"Good girl, you obviously care for your friend. Between you and me, I'll go easy on her this time. But don't push me, Shannon. I am not in this to hurt either of you, it's strictly business for me. But I take my business seriously, so don't think I won't do whatever I have to do. Now listen, I am going to release your hogtie and untie your legs so you can walk in. I expect you to be cooperative. The gag and blindfold stay in place for now to ensure that. Nod if you understand."
Reluctantly, with her fighting spirit still intact, Shannon nodded her head and mumbled through the tape. She felt her legs being released from the hog tie and it was a relief, followed by the handcuffs around her ankles also being released. Clint helped her sit up, then stand, and she was a little surprised at how gentle he was being with her compared to how rough he was earlier when he hurt her.
Clint escorted Shannon from the van, not letting go of her arm but allowing her to walk freely, directing her when there were steps or something in her way. She asked him to take the blindfold off, muffled through the tape but barely discernible, and he squeezed her arm hard and told her due to her actions earlier she doesn't get to make requests.
They arrived at the bedroom where Ashley remained completely trussed up with ropes and tape gagged, still glaring at him, and he sat Shannon down in a chair in the room.
Shannon was uncomfortable with her hands cuffed behind her pressed up against the back of the chair, but before she could even begin to complain, Clint put the handcuffs back on her ankles, locking them together in front of her. He took a leftover piece of rope and tied the chain of those cuffs to a support bar on the back of the chair, pulling her ankles underneath it. Then he leaned in, whispering in her ear.
"Listen really closely. You are now locked to this chair by your ankles. I am going to release the handcuffs and bring your hands behind the chair so you are a little more comfortable. Once your hands are released, you cooperate, or Ashley's punishment will become Ashley's torture. Do you understand?"
Shannon swallowed and nodded, and one of her wrists was promptly released. She felt Clint push her forward a little and bring her cuffed hand around the back of the chair, and her free wrist came around the other side, where he locked them together once again. It was a little more comfortable but she wasn't thrilled. A moment later, she felt the blindfold come off, and blinking a little, adjusted her eyes to the light of the room.
Clint stood back, and asked if she was comfy, to which she replied a muffled but clear enough "Fuck you" through her tape gag. Both girls were now shooting daggers at him with their eyes and he just smiled.
Clint stepped over to the bed, where Ashley was mildly struggling. "Well, blondie, let's get your punishment over with. I want you both to remember this is happening because Shannon thought she would try to untie you. It pissed me off. I am not going to enjoy this, but it's going to hurt you more than it does me, I won't lie. And I want you both to remember, every time you do something I consider stupid, the other one gets hurt." He roughly grabbed Ashley's head by her hair and pulled it back, eliciting a loud "MMMPPHH!" from her and angry struggles from Shannon.
"Ready?" he asked Ashley.
TO BE CONTINUED
As Shannon started to drift off into a state of semi-consciousness, lulled by the vibrations of the van on the road, Ashley finally started to stir a little. She opened her eyes slowly, things were slightly blurry, but she could see another person in the van with her, and all at once the realization of her gag and the ropes holding her body tightly together hit her hard, and her big blue eyes popped open and she let out a loud "MMMMPPPHH!" For a few seconds, she squirmed frantically, unable to do much more than roll back and forth a little on the floor of the van.
She stopped, still in a slight state of shock, as it all flooded back into her memory. The man in their hotel room, tying Shannon to the bed while he took her to this van, tying her up, the sleeping pill. She forced herself to calm down and try to breathe. The van was moving, and squinting a little told her it was definitely Shannon in the back with her. She could see Shannon was tied up, a little differently with her legs pulled up behind her, gagged, and also blindfolded, and for just a moment, she felt relief she herself was not wearing a blindfold.
"Mmmpphh! Mmmph!" she tried to call out to Shannon but didn't get a response, but she could see her friend was still breathing.
Ashley's mind started to race, wondering what her team was thinking about their no-show, if they were looking for them, trying to come up with some way to get out of this mess. She tested all the ropes, but she found she was tied securely. She tried a couple more times to call out to Shannon through the tape, but her friend was still not responding. Inside, Ashley swore that if he had hurt Shannon, she would get revenge somehow.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, with Ashley drifitng in and out of a rough sleep, the van stopped. Ashley was half asleep when she felt it stop, and that was not unusual since of course, he had stopped at stop signs and lights, but this time she felt the transmission shift into park and the engine get turned off. Her senses were suddenly heightened, and she heard Shannon moan.
"Mmmpph!" she called out, and Shannon blindly moved her head around at the noise, and responded in kind. The two girls could do nothing but wait, hearing his footsteps and then feeling, or in Ashley's case, seeing the back doors of the van swing open, their captor climbing in.
Clint steps into the van, shining a flashlight on each girl.
"Glad to see you are awake, blondie," he says to Ashley, seeing the anger flare up in her eyes. Shannon moans as she can't see anything, but Ashley is glaring at him, her eyes letting him know she would be clawing his eyes out if she wasn't tied up.
"Listen, just calm down. Your friend here tried to untie you while I had to step away for a little bit. Now I am not out to hurt either of you, but we have to set some boundaries, and you both have to understand that I am not just talk. I told her that if she tries anything stupid, you get punished, Ashley. Well, trying to untie you qualifies as stupid. So once we get settled inside, I hate to break it to you, but you are going to have to be punished, and you only have Shannon here to blame."
Ashley shakes her head slightly, still glaring at him, not taking the bait to blame Shannon for anything.
Clint grabs Ashley's tied ankles and starts to pull her to the door of the van. "You first, I'll be back for you shortly, Shannon. Your dear little friend here already has one punishment lined up, if I come back and don't find you exactly as you are now, she gets a second one, too, and each one gets worse than the last."
Clint grabs Ashley around the legs and hoists her up over his shoulder. She squirms some, but being completely tied up, he barely even notices as he carries her into his rented cabin. He takes her into a bedroom and tosses her down on the queen size bed. She "Mmmpph's" when she lands and he chuckles.
"I'm going to tell you exactly what I told Shannon. I am going out to get her. If I come back and find you in any position other than the one you are currently in, then you both get punished. You are already getting one because of her, don't make it worse than it has to be."
Ashley glared at him, her big blue eyes boring holes into him. He smiled and winked at her, which made her even more furious. But thinking about Shannon made her decide to stay put unless she could figure out a way out of these ropes. But they held her tight, and she let out a frustrated moan as she waited.
Clint returned to the van and found Shannon had moved a little, but not enough to indicate any escape attempt.
"Good girl, you obviously care for your friend. Between you and me, I'll go easy on her this time. But don't push me, Shannon. I am not in this to hurt either of you, it's strictly business for me. But I take my business seriously, so don't think I won't do whatever I have to do. Now listen, I am going to release your hogtie and untie your legs so you can walk in. I expect you to be cooperative. The gag and blindfold stay in place for now to ensure that. Nod if you understand."
Reluctantly, with her fighting spirit still intact, Shannon nodded her head and mumbled through the tape. She felt her legs being released from the hog tie and it was a relief, followed by the handcuffs around her ankles also being released. Clint helped her sit up, then stand, and she was a little surprised at how gentle he was being with her compared to how rough he was earlier when he hurt her.
Clint escorted Shannon from the van, not letting go of her arm but allowing her to walk freely, directing her when there were steps or something in her way. She asked him to take the blindfold off, muffled through the tape but barely discernible, and he squeezed her arm hard and told her due to her actions earlier she doesn't get to make requests.
They arrived at the bedroom where Ashley remained completely trussed up with ropes and tape gagged, still glaring at him, and he sat Shannon down in a chair in the room.
Shannon was uncomfortable with her hands cuffed behind her pressed up against the back of the chair, but before she could even begin to complain, Clint put the handcuffs back on her ankles, locking them together in front of her. He took a leftover piece of rope and tied the chain of those cuffs to a support bar on the back of the chair, pulling her ankles underneath it. Then he leaned in, whispering in her ear.
"Listen really closely. You are now locked to this chair by your ankles. I am going to release the handcuffs and bring your hands behind the chair so you are a little more comfortable. Once your hands are released, you cooperate, or Ashley's punishment will become Ashley's torture. Do you understand?"
Shannon swallowed and nodded, and one of her wrists was promptly released. She felt Clint push her forward a little and bring her cuffed hand around the back of the chair, and her free wrist came around the other side, where he locked them together once again. It was a little more comfortable but she wasn't thrilled. A moment later, she felt the blindfold come off, and blinking a little, adjusted her eyes to the light of the room.
Clint stood back, and asked if she was comfy, to which she replied a muffled but clear enough "Fuck you" through her tape gag. Both girls were now shooting daggers at him with their eyes and he just smiled.
Clint stepped over to the bed, where Ashley was mildly struggling. "Well, blondie, let's get your punishment over with. I want you both to remember this is happening because Shannon thought she would try to untie you. It pissed me off. I am not going to enjoy this, but it's going to hurt you more than it does me, I won't lie. And I want you both to remember, every time you do something I consider stupid, the other one gets hurt." He roughly grabbed Ashley's head by her hair and pulled it back, eliciting a loud "MMMPPHH!" from her and angry struggles from Shannon.
"Ready?" he asked Ashley.
TO BE CONTINUED
Man, I'm glad to see you continuing this story. I rather like how the interplay between Clint and Shannon is developing. You'd think she'd be a little more apprehensive after what he did the two vagrants, though. Clint's nobody to be fooled with. One wonders also how long they'll be missing before the rest of the team figures out something nefarious is going on. A couple of the coaches were already getting suspicious.
Out of curiosity, do you have any face-claims in mind for the characters?
Out of curiosity, do you have any face-claims in mind for the characters?
Hey G-man, thanks for the feedback!
I am trying to portray Shannon as kind of the stronger of the two, mentally, so that is why she had the little freak-out right after it happened, but managed to push herself past it.
I did have a couple face-claims in mind, but so as not to spoil the story for anyone else who may have their own ideas of the girls appearance based on my descriptions, I will send you a PM.
Thanks again for reading! I'll try to get the next chapter up asap
I am trying to portray Shannon as kind of the stronger of the two, mentally, so that is why she had the little freak-out right after it happened, but managed to push herself past it.
I did have a couple face-claims in mind, but so as not to spoil the story for anyone else who may have their own ideas of the girls appearance based on my descriptions, I will send you a PM.
Thanks again for reading! I'll try to get the next chapter up asap
Very good! The interactions between the captor and his hostages, written very well! I wonder what punishment Cliff has in mind for Ashley? Some old fashioned spanking? It will cost Shannon a lot of self restrain to watch, her friend being punished. Very clever by Cliff.