Maria Hill’s Escape Test (F/F)
Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2020 4:26 am
There she was: SHIELD Commander Maria Hill trapped in a small cramped cell in the SHIELD Helicarrier. Her hands were tied behind her back w/thick rope with more going around her elbows. Her ankles and knees were tied with the same style of rope while a fifth rope connected her ankle and wrist bonds. Finally, her mouth was packed with two rags while a longer one was tied between her teeth.
“And...begin!” a voice booming through the cell’s speakers.
Nodding, Maria started to feel around the ropes for any knots that she could reach. But her captor had expertly tied each rope, so that was out of the question.
“What’s wrong, Hill? Only learning now that I’m an expert at securing prisoners?”
Grunting, Maria slowly rolled over to the iron bed frame in the corner of the room. Placing the hogtying rope next to the frame, she slowly started to rub it back and forth in a sawing motion. She did that for two minutes, her goal being to fray the rope so that she could move her arms and legs separately. But when she turned her neck to check her progress, she saw that barely any progress was made.
“No, go on with that, Hill. If you keep that up for only seven more hours, the rope will be destroyed.”
Growling, Maria took a deep breath and slowly arched her back up, allowing her to reach up to her feet. Instead of trying to work on her ankle ropes again, she grabbed the zipper at the back of her right boot and slowly started to tug it downwards.
“Trying to take off your shoes? Can’t blame you, Hill. You’re gonna be there for a while, so might as well get comfy.”
When the zipper was down, Maria pointed her heel out of the new hole, reached up and grabbed the boot to hold it still, and slowly moved her black ankle socked foot out of the boot.
“Pee-yew!” the voice in the speaker taunted. “I can smell your foot stench from out here!”
Ignoring the comment, Maria took the boot now in her hands and placed it on the floor on its side. Reaching inside of it, she grabbed a piece of the insole that was sticking out and slowly started to peel it away, much to the surprise of the person outside the cell. When the insole was completely peeled off, Maria turned the shoe upside and shook it until a small flat knife fell out.
“Damnit, Hill…”
With the blade in hand, Maria began to saw away at the ropes. Because they were thick, it took longer than usual for them to be cut. But soon enough, they were sliced up. When the last rope was off her and her labor was complete, Maria stood up and knocked on the cell’s door.
“Fine. You win this round,” the voice conceded as the cell door unlocked and slid open.
Maria walked out and went right over to Natasha Romanoff, the person operating the door controls and speakers. She untied the cloth between her teeth and playfully threw the saliva-soaked rags at the redhead. “Like that blade trick, Romanoff?”
“I’ll have to remember that for myself. A false insole, huh?”
“I came up with that a few months ago.”
“Pretty crafty. Bet you couldn’t do it again.”
“What? Without my blade.”
“More than that. I’m thinking some taped fingers, a nice blindfold…”
Maria shook her head. “Sorry, Nat, but I passed that escape drill. I have nothing else to prove to you. Besides, I have some paperwork to fill out.”
Maria turned to leave, but Natasha placed her hand on her shoulder to stop her. “What’s wrong, Hill? Scared you won’t be able to escape what I throw at you next.”
“Pfft, hardly. I think you’re just bitter that I outsmarted you with that hidden knife. It was your job to search me for weapons before conducting the drill. Get over it, Romanoff. If you want to hogtie someone that badly, you have a girlfriend who’s eager to help you with that urge.”
Maria started to walk away but stopped when she felt a stinging sensation in the shoulder Natasha had just touched. Her eyes widening, Maria turned and found that the redhead was holding a small syringe between her fingers.
“Muscle relaxant or anesthetic?” Maria asked.
“Relaxant. I figured you’d be pissed if I fully knocked you out.”
“Oh, like I’m not infuriated at you right now?”
“Listen, Maria, I’m just trying to prove how great of an escapologist you are. You escaped from that pretty simple hogtie with only a gag as an accessory. But think of how far your already-impressive reputation will soar if you escape after I add even more stuff onto it.”
“I’m not complying with this.”
“Well, you have a muscle relaxant in you. So whether or not you comply won’t change the fact that I’m about to tie you up even more than before; it only changes how many rags I use to stuff your mouth with.”
Maria glared at Natasha before letting out a sigh. “Just keep in mind that I’m your superior tomorrow when I send you to investigate every port-a-potty in New York City to make sure HYDRA didn’t plant any bombs in there or whatever.”
“Well, that’s tomorrow’s business, Hill. But today, I want you to put your hands behind your back for me before the relaxant takes away that ability from you…”
TBC
“And...begin!” a voice booming through the cell’s speakers.
Nodding, Maria started to feel around the ropes for any knots that she could reach. But her captor had expertly tied each rope, so that was out of the question.
“What’s wrong, Hill? Only learning now that I’m an expert at securing prisoners?”
Grunting, Maria slowly rolled over to the iron bed frame in the corner of the room. Placing the hogtying rope next to the frame, she slowly started to rub it back and forth in a sawing motion. She did that for two minutes, her goal being to fray the rope so that she could move her arms and legs separately. But when she turned her neck to check her progress, she saw that barely any progress was made.
“No, go on with that, Hill. If you keep that up for only seven more hours, the rope will be destroyed.”
Growling, Maria took a deep breath and slowly arched her back up, allowing her to reach up to her feet. Instead of trying to work on her ankle ropes again, she grabbed the zipper at the back of her right boot and slowly started to tug it downwards.
“Trying to take off your shoes? Can’t blame you, Hill. You’re gonna be there for a while, so might as well get comfy.”
When the zipper was down, Maria pointed her heel out of the new hole, reached up and grabbed the boot to hold it still, and slowly moved her black ankle socked foot out of the boot.
“Pee-yew!” the voice in the speaker taunted. “I can smell your foot stench from out here!”
Ignoring the comment, Maria took the boot now in her hands and placed it on the floor on its side. Reaching inside of it, she grabbed a piece of the insole that was sticking out and slowly started to peel it away, much to the surprise of the person outside the cell. When the insole was completely peeled off, Maria turned the shoe upside and shook it until a small flat knife fell out.
“Damnit, Hill…”
With the blade in hand, Maria began to saw away at the ropes. Because they were thick, it took longer than usual for them to be cut. But soon enough, they were sliced up. When the last rope was off her and her labor was complete, Maria stood up and knocked on the cell’s door.
“Fine. You win this round,” the voice conceded as the cell door unlocked and slid open.
Maria walked out and went right over to Natasha Romanoff, the person operating the door controls and speakers. She untied the cloth between her teeth and playfully threw the saliva-soaked rags at the redhead. “Like that blade trick, Romanoff?”
“I’ll have to remember that for myself. A false insole, huh?”
“I came up with that a few months ago.”
“Pretty crafty. Bet you couldn’t do it again.”
“What? Without my blade.”
“More than that. I’m thinking some taped fingers, a nice blindfold…”
Maria shook her head. “Sorry, Nat, but I passed that escape drill. I have nothing else to prove to you. Besides, I have some paperwork to fill out.”
Maria turned to leave, but Natasha placed her hand on her shoulder to stop her. “What’s wrong, Hill? Scared you won’t be able to escape what I throw at you next.”
“Pfft, hardly. I think you’re just bitter that I outsmarted you with that hidden knife. It was your job to search me for weapons before conducting the drill. Get over it, Romanoff. If you want to hogtie someone that badly, you have a girlfriend who’s eager to help you with that urge.”
Maria started to walk away but stopped when she felt a stinging sensation in the shoulder Natasha had just touched. Her eyes widening, Maria turned and found that the redhead was holding a small syringe between her fingers.
“Muscle relaxant or anesthetic?” Maria asked.
“Relaxant. I figured you’d be pissed if I fully knocked you out.”
“Oh, like I’m not infuriated at you right now?”
“Listen, Maria, I’m just trying to prove how great of an escapologist you are. You escaped from that pretty simple hogtie with only a gag as an accessory. But think of how far your already-impressive reputation will soar if you escape after I add even more stuff onto it.”
“I’m not complying with this.”
“Well, you have a muscle relaxant in you. So whether or not you comply won’t change the fact that I’m about to tie you up even more than before; it only changes how many rags I use to stuff your mouth with.”
Maria glared at Natasha before letting out a sigh. “Just keep in mind that I’m your superior tomorrow when I send you to investigate every port-a-potty in New York City to make sure HYDRA didn’t plant any bombs in there or whatever.”
“Well, that’s tomorrow’s business, Hill. But today, I want you to put your hands behind your back for me before the relaxant takes away that ability from you…”
TBC