Babysitting the Iniduoh Twins (completed) (ff/f, ff/ff)

[TamatoaShiny123]

(Story idea that won on a poll I had. Enjoy!)

17 year old Rose Quartez (wearing a white t-shirt, blue ripped jeans, long white socks, black Nikes, a red flannel shirt tied around her waist and long (dyed) pink poofy curly hair held back with a neon green bandana) arrived at the Iniduoh’s residence. She was to babysit the two children, a pair of twins named Kristy and Skye (both aged 12), while their parents attended a concert. Rose knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Mrs. Iniduoh told Rose. “Thank you for coming. It was pretty hard to find a babysitter,” she said before calling upstairs, “Girls, the sitter is here!”

The two girls (Kristy w/blonde hair in pigtails and Skye w/blonde hair in a tight bun) arrived downstairs.

“Girls, this is Rose. She’ll be watching you tonight,” Mrs. Iniduoh introduced.
“Hello,” Kristy greeted
“Please to meet you,” her sister added.
“Alright, I’m off now. Behave for Rose, girls.”
“Yes mom!”
“Absolutely mom!”
“Alright then. Have fun!” With that, Mrs. Iniduoh left.

When the mom left, Rose turned to the girls. “Hello. I’m Rose! What do you girls like to do for fun?”

Kristy and Skye huddled together and whispered to each other for a minute. When the huddle broke, the girls looked at Rose and smiled.

“We have a really good idea!” Kristy exclaimed before running upstairs.
“You do? Yay! What is it?” Rose asked.
“It’s really awesome! But it’s a surprise,” Skye explained, “So...”

Kristy ran downstairs with a green and black checkered scarf that she tied over Rose’s eyes.

“What are you doing?” Rose asked nervously (but slightly excitedly)
“It’s part of the surprise!” Skye explained. There was more whispering before Dorthy ran upstairs and Kristy guided Rose to lie down on the floor.

“What exactly are we gonna do?”
“You’ll see, Miss Rose!”

Rose heard Kristy run back downstairs with some metal objects (she could hear the cling-clanging of the objects). Kristy guided Rose’s arms behind her back while Skye snapped the objects onto Rose’s wrists. Rose felt around the objects and discovered they were...

“Are these handcuffs?!”
“Duh,” Kristy answered as if it was the most obvious question in the world.
“Why am I in handcuffs?”
“It’s part of the game,” Kristy explained as Skye sat down on Rose’s back to prevent her from flailing around while a pair of cuffs were locked around her ankles. “It’s called ‘babysitter escape’. We’re gonna cuff you up and place the keys in a bag. You have to crawl to the bag, get the keys and free yourself.”
“What happens when I do?”
“You go free and you win!”
“And if I don’t?”
“You’ll see,” Skye ominously answered as she used another pair of cuffs to link the first two pairs together, hogcuffing their babysitter.
“Can’t we play, like, a board game or something? I’m good at Mario Kart. We could do that.” Rose pleaded.

Kristy shook her head. “Skye! Rose is being too whiny! You know what to get.”
Skye mock-saluted. “Roger!” she shouted as she ran back upstairs.

Rose probably knew that a gag was soon to follow, so she decided to ask a pretty big question on her mind. “Where did you get these cuffs from?”
“You see, our parents are both escape artists. So, these things are lying around everywhere.”
“Oh.” ”That explains a lot,” Rose thought to herself.

Skye ran downstairs with a pair of pink wool socks. She balled them up so that the sock was in its partner, forming a potato-shaped ball. “Open wide, Miss Rose,” Skye said didactically
“Never-wait-Mmph!” Rose shouted before the socks were thrusted into her mouth (she was trying to be defiant with her “never”, but that foolishly left her mouth open to be stuffed by socks)

“Did you bring something to hold those socks in?” Kristy asked Skye as she covered Rose’s mouth so she couldn’t spit the socks out.
“Nah. We could just use her bandana to keep them in place.”

Skye untied the bandana, leaving Rose’s hair to fall around her face (what’s worse, with her mouth stuffed up, she couldn’t blow the hair off her face). She folded it into a band and tied it over her mouth. Rose tried our her gag by yelling, but she quickly learned that the ball of wool in her mouth would be quite effective at keeping her quiet.

She felt herself being dragged by her ankles across the room. The scarf over her eyes was removed and Rose could now see that she was on one side of the room and a tiny black jewelry pouch was on the other side.

“Well, you’re all set. Good luck, Miss Rose!” Skye shouted.
“If you need us, we’ll be upstairs. Just yell if you need us.” Kristy chuckled at her own joke as the two ran upstairs.

”Ugh. This is gonna be a long night” Rose thought to herself.
TBC

[Solarbeast]

Great start to the story, I can't wait for the next chapters.

[Alisonlovesropes]

Vey nice start

[Caesar73]

Well, that is, what I would call a fine start!

[ArrestedForever]

I like where this is going...

[TamatoaShiny123]

Part 2:
”Well, This sucks.”

Rose had handcuffs around her wrists and ankles and another pair of cuffs connecting the two pairs, placing her in a hogtie position. A huge wool ball created with a pair of socks was shoved in her mouth and her own bandana was used to keep the ball in place (the bandana was the one thing that kept her big pink hair in place, so now her hair was in her face). The keys to her feeedom were in a jewelry pouch roughly 20 feet from her current location. Rose knew what she had to do. But first...

She shook her head around, getting as much of her hair out of her face as possible.

”Better. Now, time to get outta this mess!”

Rose started to slowly squirm towards the pouch. After a while, she was exhausted. She slowly rolled onto her back, exhausted, and looked to see how far she was to the pouch.

She was only halfway there.

She groaned. ”Darnit! This is hopeless!”

She wanted to give up and just let Skye and Kristy do whatever to her. But, she had to keep going. She wasn’t gonna let those two brats get the better of her. And they messed up her hair! NO ONE messes up Rose Quartez’s hair! Her anger over this gave her just enough fuel to turn back on her belly and squirm all the way to the key!

She rolled onto her side and use her fingers to pinch the pouch open. She felt around and could only seem to find one key.

”Darnit! Must’ve dropped the key somewhere!”

She placed the key into the lock of the hogtying cuffs and heard a happy unlocking noise. Now, she could get up onto her knees. She tried unlocking the wrist cuffs, but the key refused to unlock it.

”Ugh! There must be different keys to unlock the different cuffs! I gotta find the other keys! They must’ve dropped somewhere nearby!”

Rose decided that before she looked for the keys, she wanted to make her situation more comfy. That meant getting her hands in front. Now, Rose was a bit heavyset and wider than most girls her age. But, she was surprisingly agile and quite flexible (even more flexible than half the girls in her gym class). This allowed her to bend backwards and slowly get her ankles and knees over her wrists. Eventually, her hands were in front of her!

With that, she went back to the pouch and searched for the key. Instead of finding any keys, she found a tiny folded-up post-it note. Unfolding it, she read:

Congratulations! If you’re reading this, you got to the pouch! You’re the very first sitter to do so! If you’re wondering where the keys for your wrists and ankles are...we have them! Yea we lied, but we didn’t think you’d even get up to this point. As we said, you’re the first to get this far! We’re allowing you to get outta that nasty hogtie position, but other than that, you’re stuck until we decide your fate!
<3,
Kristy + Skye

”Those brats! They set me up to fail! Wait, did it say that I’m the first? They must’ve played this ‘game’ with other sitters. I guess I now know why the mom said it was hard to find sitters to watch them.”

It look like she was still stuck. At least her hands were in front now. She tugged on the bandana until it hung uselessly around her neck and worked the saliva-saturated wool ball out of her mouth.

She now realized that she couldn’t get these girls under control on her own. She needed help. Lucky for Rose, the two never disarmed Rose of her iPhone. She pulled the phone out of her pocket and quickly sent a text to her bff Amy. It read:

”SOS. The two girls I’m babysitting are holding me captive. I'm at 1874 Rahner Drive. HELP!!!”

A few moments later, Amy texted back with:

”I got u fam. Question: do they like pizza?”

Before Rose could question her friend’s question, she heard a door upstairs close. Panicking, she swiftly pocketed her phone and waited for their arrival.

TBC

[Solarbeast]

[mention]TamatoaShiny123[/mention]. Great continuation, as usual. I can’t wait to read the next many chapters to see if the tables will turn, or her friend will also get a similar treatment. And yes, I would love to read a story about the rope salesman, but take your time, especially with the amount of stories you are already involved in.

[Caesar73]

@Tam[mention]TamatoaShiny123[/mention]
Great work as usual! I guess, we will see to captives soon

[brashieel]

Fun story so far. Look forward to the next part.

[TamatoaShiny123]

Thank u [mention]Solarbeast[/mention] , [mention]brashieel[/mention] and [mention]Caesar73[/mention] !

Part 3:

Kristy and Skye came downstairs and gasped upon seeing their babysitter (partially) free. Rose, upon seeing them, gave a mix of a sheepish and smug smile.

“Surprise!” Rose said in an effort to fill the stunned silence.

“How did you escape?!” Kristy asked.
“I didn’t escape. You tricksters have the other keys!” (The word “tricksters” was “brats” in her head , but she feared insulting the two girls who had the keys to her freedom)
“We didn’t actually think you’d escape!” Skye said in their defense. “None of the other sitters did. They usually just give up halfway and just sit there.”
“Well, I’m not like most sitters, girls. Now let me go!”
“Sorry, but you didn’t escape.”
“Because you have the keys!”
“Doesn’t matter! Now, you have to pay...the consequences!”

Rose gulped. She needed Amy to rescue her right now! But first, she needed time to text Amy back (pizza? What?!). So, she decided that she must convince the girls to give her a potty break. It probably wouldn’t be easy, but it was the only way she could think of.

“Wait! Before you do anything, I need a potty break.”
“Okay.”

Huh. That was easy.

“Alright,” Kristy said as she took the cuff key out of the pockets of her overalls, “we’ll give you a potty break. But we must warn you, before you try anything, we’re well-armed.”

*Gulp*

The two girls pulled squirt guns out of their pockets

”That’s not that bad.”

“These are loaded with grape juice,” Kristy explained. “You make one wrong move and you can kiss that pretty t-shirt of yours goodbye.”

”Okay. That’s bad.”

Skye unlocked the cuffs and escorted Rose to the door, pointing the squirt gun at the small of her back. “You have two minutes to do your business, Rose. Go past that two minutes and you’ll be tasting grape juice. Now get going!”

Rose closed the door, sat on the toilet, opened her phone and texted back, ”idk, probably. People love pizza!”
”Great,” Amy quickly responded. ”I’ll get my fake mustache and be there in ten!”

Before Rose could ask about the connection between fake mustaches and pizza, there was a knock on the door. “Rose! You have twenty seconds in there before we come in and soak you!”
“Coming!” Rose hurriedly shoved the phone in her pocket, flushed, washed her hands (what? She was a sanitary person) and opened the door. Upon opening the door, she saw the two holding an object that sent shivers down Rose’s spine: a straitjacket.

“You’ll be wearing this while we decide your fate,” Kristy explained.
“You’re making me wear that?!”
“Well, it’s clear that handcuffs won’t hold you. So, we’re forced to rely on this to keep you under our control.”
“Let me guess: you had this lying around?”
“Not really. This was from our mom’s closet. Now, take that shirt off your waist. We don’t want it getting in the way of our jacket.”

As Rose untied it and threw it to the side, the phone which she haphazardly stashed in her pocket moments before fell to the floor. The sisters gasped in shock and looked to Rose, who resembled a deer in headlights.

“Umm...I can explain...”
“She has her phone! Get her!” Kristy shouted.

The two pounced on Rose. Rose tried to wiggle away and grab her phone, but she was hopelessly outnumbered. Five minutes later, Rose was on the floor, trapped in the canvas jacket.

Kristy grabbed the floor and held it up to Rose’s face, “What were you doing with THIS?!”
“Uh, nothing at all,” Rose stammered.
“You liar,” Skye snapped, grabbing her squirt gun and pointing it to Rose’s jeans. “Say bye-bye to your clothes, Rose!”

Kristy grabbed Skye’s wrist. “Hold on a second, Skye...I think I have a better way to crack Rose. Get the baby oil from the closet.”

”baby oil?”

While Skye ran off to fetch the oil, Kristy pulled off Rose’s Nike’s and slid her socks off.

”wait...baby oil...bare feet?! No no no no no no no!”

After Kristy used the green bandana to tie Rose’s ankles together (darnit! She forgot to to fix her hair while in the bathroom!), Skye returned holding the bottle of baby oil in her hand. “Now Rose,” Kristy said, “we’ll give you one last chance to tell the truth. What were you doing with the phone in there?!”

While Rose didn’t want to get tickled, she didn’t want to disclose her rescue plan. So, she tried talking her way out of this mess. “Girls, wait! We can make a deal: if you let me go free, I won’t tell your mom about what happened here and I’ll buy you some Carvel! Whatdya say?”

Kristy shook her head. “Alright, we warned you. Skye, get some oil on your hands and rub her feet. We’ll just tickle the information outta her!”

Before Rose could be tortured, there was a knock at the door. Gasping in shock, Skye picked Rose up, covered her mouth with her hand and dragged Rose out of view of the doorframe before Kristy called out, “who is it?”
“Pizza delivery!”

”Amy! Yes!”

Confused, Kristy looked at Rose, who shook Skye’s hand away and said, “Uh...oh yea. I ordered us a pizza. That’s why I was on the phone.”

Still skeptical, Kristy signaled Skye to shut Rose back up before opening the door. Rose peeked behind the wall she was being hidden behind and saw her friend’s disguise: she was wearing a big light blue sweatshirt (it was quite bulky, allowing Amy to disguise her figure), black jeans, blue Adidas and an orange baseball cap that hid most of her long brown hair. She was also wearing a fake brown mustache and holding a pizza box in one hand.

“Ooh, pizza!” Kristy exclaimed.

Before Kristy could grab it, Amy pulled it away. “Woah there,” Amy said in her best masculine voice. “Before I give you this pizza, I need whoever ordered this pizza to sign for it.”
Kristy gulped. “Uh...I ordered it.”
Amy raised her eyebrow. “Weird, the person on the phone sounded much older.”
“Um...I go back and forth between puberty!”
“Quit wasting my time kid! I’ll just find the orderer myself!” Amy shouted as she tried forcing her way inside. Kristy tried blocking her and during this scuffle, Amy’s mustache fell to the floor. In a desperate (but probably futile at that point) effort to keep the facade up, Amy lunged to floor, causing the hat to go flying, revealing her long hair.

Kristy gasped. “You’re not a pizza delivery man! You’re probably here to rescue Rose, aren’t you?” Kristy shouted, drawing her squirt gun.
Amy gasped in “horror”. “Ooh, what’re you gonna do with that?” Amy mockingly asked.

Not wanting her friend to have to buy a new sweatshirt, Rose wiggled away from Skye’s hand and shouted, “It’s loaded with grape juice!”

Amy let out a legitimate gasp and looked at Kristy for confirmation, who wickedly nodded. “You wouldn’t...”
“Yea we would,” Kristy said with a smirk. “Now, lay down on the floor and place your hands behind your back.”

Nodding solemnly, Amy placed the box down and placed her hands behind her back. Soon, she was hogcuffed just like her friend was before.

Skye plopped Rose down next to her friend and said, “You two can talk about your failed rescued attempt while we go upstairs to decide your fate.”
“Have fun ladies,” Kristy added as they ran back upstairs.

Amy looked at Rose and said, “Rose, I’m so sorry! I-“
“Wait. Before you say anything, I need to know...”
“What?”
“Is that a real pizza in there?”
“No. Just an empty box.”
“Darnit!”

TBC

[Solarbeast]

Great continuation. I really love the straightjacket addition. Maybe one of them could also get the same treatment that Ms. Alya got in "End of Year Prank", I really liked that one and forgot to mention it in the pm you sent me. Either way though, I can't wait to read what you have in store next for the now 2 bound girls.

[TamatoaShiny123]

Part 4:

A few minutes later, the two girls returned, wheeling a trunk into the room. They opened the trunk and pulled out a mail sack.

“What’s all that for?” Amy inquired.
“Silence!” Skye shouted, pulling a white sock out of her pink pants pocket and shoved it in Amy’s mouth. She pulled out another sock and held it near Rose’s mouth.

“I have no questions,” Rose meekly said.

“Good. Now, we have decided on your fates,” Kristy stated. She pointed at Amy. “YOU, Miss Failed Rescuer, won’t be able to save your bff this time!”
“‘Miss Failed Rescuer’? I have a name, you know,” Amy told the two, having spat the sock out.
“Oh, and what is it?”
“It’s Amy.”
“Okay, Amy the Failed Rescuer, you won’t be able to rescue Rose after we’re done with you.” Kristy said before gagging Amy with the two socks (one in her mouth and the other tied between her teeth to hold it in), undoing the pair of cuffs that hogtied Amy and placed the bag on the floor. “Please step into the bag,” Kristy instructed.

When Amy did so, Kristy pulled the bag over Amy’s head. Before she tie it closed, Skye jumped up and threw the cuff keys into the sack.

“What are you doing, Skye?” Kristy asked.
“Just to remind her how helpless she is. Even if she escapes the cuffs, there’s no way she can escape from the trunk after we lock it.”

Satisfied by this explanation, Kristy grabbed the two drawstrings on the bag and pulled them tightly closed (while still leaving a little hole for air). After knotting it, she and Skye lifted the bagged Amy into the trunk (which had tiny air holes on its lid). After slamming it shut, they placed a padlock on the trunk, locking it in place. Amy was now trapped.

Rose, who remained silent during this ordeal, asked, “So, what’s to become of me?”
“We have a plan for you, Miss Rose. But first..” Kristy untied the bandana around Rose’s ankles and retied it over her eyes (seriously?! How many other ways is her favorite bandana gonna be misused on her tonight?!).

“What’s this for?”
“We want to surprise you with what we’re gonna do,” Skye explained.
“Last time you had a surprise for me, I wound up in handcuffs,” Rose reminded them.
“Just get up and go where we tell you.”

The two helped Rose up and carefully marched her upstairs. She was turned around and shoved through a doorway. Her blindfold was removed.

She was in her the twins’ parents’ room. It was a grey-walled room with a huge support beam towards the bottom right corner. Next to it was a stool and a huge box of rope.

“We sentence you, Rose Quartez, to be tied to this pole!”
“Okay, but what's the stool for?”
“Well, how else are we gonna keep your feet off the ground?”

”Oh boy...”

TBC

[Caesar73]

These two parts were very good!

[Plueschbabycd]

This is good story I hope the twins would in punished her mother put them next time in bondage before the babysitter comes. Then would it do Rose and Amy again.

[TamatoaShiny123]

Part 5:

“You’re gonna hang me from that beam?!”
“Yep. You’ll be like a piñata! A pink-haired, bound and very cute piñata.”
“Are you gonna hit me with a stick?”
“Nah. I think we’ll just keep you as a decoration.”
“You mean an unwilling decoration?”
“Exactly! Now, we’re gonna undo that jacket of of yours. Don’t do anything dumb; we’re still armed.”

The jacket was quickly shed. Skye tied Rose’s wrists behind her and had Rose climb up the stool while Kristy grabbed the box filled with rope and approached her.

“You start securing her,” Skye instructed her sister. “I just thought of a way to torture Amy even more!”
“What are you thinking?”
“We turn on the tv and switch the channel to...CNN! MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Brillant!” Kristy shouted! “Get to it!”

While Skye ran off, Kristy pulled out all the rope. While Kristy started with her ankles, Rose asked, “So, do you do this to all your babysitters? Tie them to poles?”
“Nah, we do different stuff to the sitters who watch us. Sometimes we burn them alive-“
“What?!”
“-by placing their feet in bowls of freshly-cooked soup.”
“Oh.”
“We sometimes fill the bathtub with ice cubes and throw the sitter in there. And one time, we handcuffed one to the stair rail, fed her a really spicy hot sauce and refused to give her milk until she gave into her demands. We got her charm braclet and her wallet!”

Rose stayed quiet at that point, fearing giving Kristy any ideas. Five minutes later, Rose was mummified from her shoulders to her ankles in rope. Rose tried moving around and realized that the only things she could move at that point were her toes and her head.

Kristy looked around and grunted. “Grr, where is Skye?! How long does it take to turn on the tv?!”
“Maybe she fell asleep?” Rose offered.
“That reminds me, Rose, I haven’t shut you up yet,” Kristy said as she picked up the discarded bandana.
Rose pouted. “Really?! Can’t you use anything else? That’s my fav bandana.”
“Alright, I have an idea on what to use.”
“What?”
“My sweaty socks at the bottom of my hamper.”
Rose sighed. “The bandana it is.”

Kristy shoved it in her mouth and instructed her to keep it in there while she opened the drawers of her mom’s dresser to find something to finish the gag off. She found several scarves to accomplish such a feat. First was a white and red floral scarf that was tied between her teeth. Next was a blue scarf with white polka dots that was tied over her mouth. And finally, a large white scarf with red polka dots was tied over her nose, reaching from the bridge of her nose to her chin. Rose tried yelling, but quickly realized that she couldn’t say a word.

Kristy placed her foot on the stool, which the only thing keeping Rose grounded. “Alright, Miss Rose. Time to hang out! Heh, get it?”
”I get it” Rose thought as she rolled her eyes.
“Hanging time in three...two...o-“
“The only thing that’ll be hanging will be your head in shame after I’m done with you!” a triumphant voice bellowed.

”Amy!”

To Be Concluded

[Caesar73]

Very nice turn of events at the end! How Amy managed to free herself?

[Plueschbabycd]

I think sack and trunk was escape artist supply and Amy knows there tricks.

[Solarbeast]

These were great chapters. I can't wait to hear where one of the sisters is now and how Amy was able to escape that trunk, as well as what will happen now. Yet another amazing story you have kindly given to us.

[TamatoaShiny123]

Part 6:

Kristy looked up in shock to see that Amy, who was handcuffed, tied into a mail sack and locked in a trunk, completely free. What’s more, Amy now had Skye, who had the cuffs around her ankles and wrists and had the gag that was used on Amy (sock in mouth and sock tied over mouth). Amy had Skye’s pistol in hand and had it pointed at her head.

“How did you escape?!” Kristy demanded to know.
“Well, first, your sister foolishly left the cuff keys in the sack. Then, for some reason, there was this zipper on the inside of the sack. And finally, there was this compartment in the box, so I was able to lift it open and rolled out.

Kristy was furious. “Skye! You grabbed the wrong stuff! You were supposed to grab the inescapable trunk!”
“Mmph! Mmph!” Skye shouted.

Amy waved the squirt gun. “Now, lay on the floor and place your hands behind your back or else your sister gets it.”
Kristy drew her squirt gun and pointed at Rose. “Not so fast, Amy! I have your bff here!”
“I guess we have a good ol’ fashioned standoff.” Amy looked towards the door. “What do you think of this, Mrs. Iniduoh?”

Kristy gasped and looked towards the door. “Mom?!”

But there was no mom; it was a clever move to distract Kristy. Amy threw Skye towards Kristy. Seeing her sister flying at her in the corner of her eye, Kristy dropped her pistol to catch her before she fell to the floor. But this proved to be her undoing as as soon as Kristy turned back around, she was staring at the barrel of her sister’s squirt gun.

“Drop. To. The. Floor.” Amy ordered through gritted teeth.

Kristy, somewhat showing fear, lied down on the floor and placed her arms behind her back. Amy grabbed some rope from the box and quickly tied her wrists and ankles.

“That oughta hold you while I untie my friend. Now, stay there and don’t move a muscle or else your overalls get ruined. Got it?”
“Yes,” Kristy solemnly nodded.

Amy pulled down the scarves over Rose’s mouth and fished out the bandana out of Rose’s mouth. “Are you okay?” Amy asked her.
“Yea. Thank you so much, Amy!”

Amy walked around to the back of the beam and looked at all of the knots in the back. “Huh, these knots are pretty complicated.”
“Of course they are! Our parents are escape artists, remember?” Kristy interjected.
“Quiet you!” Amy shouted, pointing the gun at Kristy, who squeaked and looked away.
“Anyway, these knots look complicated. It might take a while to undo.”
“That’s alright,” Rose said, “I’m not going anywhere.” She looked at the girls. “And if these girls are smart, they won’t either.”

Skye sighed deeply, having accepted her fate while Kristy grumbled, who was clearly unhappy about her fate.
____________________________________________________

Twenty minutes later, Amy finished untying Rose from the post. They were now sitting on the couch, looking at their captives. Both were hogcuffed and pretty well gagged (the same way as Rose was; cloth in mouth, scarf between teeth, scarf over mouth and scarf over nose.)

“So, what are you gonna do with them now?” Amy asked Rose.
“I dunno. But I know one thing...” Rose lowered the scarf around Kristy’s nose and pinched her cheek. “...the two are awfully cute like this,” Rose said, causing Kristy to scream in anger (Skye seemed indifferent about this comment).
Amy cocked her head. “Huh, I guess you’re right. When they’re not sadistic torturers, they’re cute as buttons.”

Rose clapped her hands in glee. “Ooh! I think I know what we should do with them!”
“What?”
“Well first, we order an actual pizza, then...” Rose wiggles her fingers. “We break out the baby oil...MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!”

The End

[Dr_Depravo]

Noooo~ That can’t be the ending~ Revenge TUG is the best kind!

[brashieel]

This story was a fun read all the way through. Good job and thanks for sharing it!

[Solarbeast]

Yet another amazing story to add to your growing amazing profile for this site. Potentially an idea for the future would be to add the parents into this story/ story idea. I’m hoping that you are remembering to keep a copy of these stories just in case something bad happens to this site, which I hope doesn’t happen, but you never know anymore.

[sockgaggedsissy]

I'm obsessed with this story

[TamatoaShiny123]

I'm obsessed with this story

You are? Omg, thank you! What was ur fav part of it, if i may ask?

[Deleted User 2162]

That was a really cute story. Little cheating kids!