The One Where the Girls All Get Tied Up (mm/fff)
Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2018 8:22 pm
It was what seemed like a normal afternoon in New York City, and so the lovely Rachel Green decided to go visit her friend, Monica Bing, after work.
When work was over, Rachel headed over to the apartment where her friend lived. Oddly, the door was locked, which was an odd occurrence, as Monica was usually very inviting. But, since she had a spare key, she didn't worry too much.
"Hey Mon," she said, upon walking in "you would not believe the day I had. Since the guys are going to the movies, I figured we could do..." she continued, before realizing no one was there.
"Mon? Monica, are you home?" she asked, but still no answer.
"Hmm, maybe she stepped out or something," Rachel said "I guess I should just wait for her then."
With that, she sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. After settling down, she could swear she heard some strange noises, almost like low humming, and eventually began to realize they weren't coming from the TV. Turning it off, she listened around to see if she could hear them better. When she got to Monica's bedroom, she could hear the noises a little more clearly, coming from inside.
"Monica, is that you?" she asked "everything all right in there?"
She heard no response except for the strange noises again, and so, she decided to open the door.
"What is going on in...oh my God!"
Rachel was shocked to find her friend, clad in a red blouse that hugged her figure, a pair of blue jeans and black boots. She was sitting on her bed, duct tape wrapped around her ankles, and presumably holding her hands behind her. A strip of the grey stuff was over her mouth, and Monica began making frantic muffled noises under it, trying to get Rachel's attention.
"Monica, what happened?" Rachel asked, "wait, this isn't some weird kinky game you and Chandler are playing, is it?"
Monica responded by making even louder muffled noises, so Rachel walked over to her friend and peeled the tape off. Monica spat out a balled up white cloth, which Rachel guessed might have been a sock, before looking at her friend.
"Okay, first of all, I don't play any kinky games," she said "and, even if I decided to, what kind of game would require me to tape myself up like this?!"
"Okay, so what did happen?"
"I don't have time to explain, just quick, call the police before they come back."
"Before who comes back?"
"The pizza man, who do you think?" Monica replied sarcastically "the guys who did this to me."
"All right hold on, I'll call them right now," Rachel said, "oh wait, I left my phone in my purse, which is in the living room."
"Well get it, and hurry!" Monica said.
"Okay, don't go anywhere Mon."
"Not like I have a choice," Monica replied.
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Rachel headed back into the main room to get her purse, only to find that two men were there.
"Well well, what have we here?" one of them said "looks like we have a visitor, and a very pretty one at that."
"I'm gonna assume you two are not pizza delivery guys," Rachel commented.
"Correct, cutie," the one man said, before producing a gun from his pocket, which Rachel looked at in fear. "Now, we're going to take a trip back to the bedroom. I take it you'll be smart enough not to make any noise; it would be quite a shame to shoot a looker like yourself."
Rachel nodded before the two men approached her, with the one sticking the gun into her back. Then she was matched into the bedroom.
"Hey Rach, did you...oh," Monica said, after seeing her friend was now a prisoner "I see you've met my unexpected guests."
"It looks as though our little hostess has managed to free her mouth," the one man said "Victor, please see to that."
"I don't know who you bastards think you are, breaking into my apartment and taking me prisoner, but you are gonna be in for it, oh yes," Monica said, as the man known as Victor bent over to pick up the dropped sock "and if I find that you've messed up the apartment in any way, there is gonna be hell to...mmmph!" was all she managed before the sock was stuffed back in her mouth. Victor then took out a roll of duct tape and sealed a new piece over her lips, then, for good measure, added another piece, causing Monica to struggle and emitted muffled threats & insults.
"W-what are you two going to do with me?" Rachel asked fearfully.
"For now, we need to make sure you can't raise the alarm," the one man said, and reached into his pocket before producing a roll of duct tape "so hands behind your back please."
Seeing she had no choice, Rachel did as he said and felt the tape as it wrapped around her wrists. "What are you two even doing here?" she asked.
"Let's just say, people are looking for us after we made a substantial withdrawal from the local bank."
"Oh, so you're thieves," Rachel commented.
"We don't think of it as stealing, just taking back money that is wrongfully being used," the man said "after all, why should money sit in banks and go to the rich, instead of the common people who earned it?"
"Hey, I'm all for having more money, but I have a job and earn it," Rachel explained. The man finished taping her wrists, and she tried pulling them apart, but it was no go.
"Have a seat on the bed next to your friend," the man ordered and Rachel did so, as he began to tape her ankles.
Rachel began to regret her choice of attire, a white colored dress and brown sandals. The tape didn't hurt her bare ankles, but she didn't like the feeling.
"Okay buddy, I'd think twice about this if I were you," Rachel said, trying to maintain a brave front " 'cause my boyfriend is a Navy SEAL, and if he finds out what you're doing to me, ooh, you are gonna get it," she added.
Of course she was lying; she doubted Ross had the strength to take on two men, especially if they had a gun. Still, she could dream.
"Okay beautiful, now we need to do one more thing," the man said "an unfortunate precaution, since it is a shame to silence your lovely voice."
"Yeah whatever pal, knock off the flattery 'cause it ain't working," Rachel told him.
"Very well," he replied and dug into Monica's drawer, which only caused the black haired woman to scream and fight the tape even more. He then pulled out a sock, identical to the one in Monica's mouth, and balled it up; "open wide."
"Could I maybe, not have a sock in my mouth?" Rachel asked "or, how about if I promise to not say anything at all and you don't even have to waste tape on me; what do you say?"
The man responded by stuffing the sock in Rachel's mouth, then putting tape over it before she could do anything. Rachel angrily glared at him, the sock muffling her words.
"You two pretty ladies stay put now," he said "don't worry, we'll leave you once we feel it's safe for us to make a move. In the meantime, thanks for letting us use your apartment," he said to Monica, before closing the door.
After the two left, Monica & Rachel began squirming and thrashing, hoping to free themselves from their tape bonds. Their long hair swung back and forth as they tried unsuccessfully to break the tape, muffled noises of exertion being all they could make under the tape around their mouths.
After the tape refused to budge, both women looked at each other. They didn't know what to do, or when the crooks would leave. They knew the guys would be back, but that could be hours; how long would they have to stay like this? Both women knew they had to find a way to escape, but how?
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When work was over, Rachel headed over to the apartment where her friend lived. Oddly, the door was locked, which was an odd occurrence, as Monica was usually very inviting. But, since she had a spare key, she didn't worry too much.
"Hey Mon," she said, upon walking in "you would not believe the day I had. Since the guys are going to the movies, I figured we could do..." she continued, before realizing no one was there.
"Mon? Monica, are you home?" she asked, but still no answer.
"Hmm, maybe she stepped out or something," Rachel said "I guess I should just wait for her then."
With that, she sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. After settling down, she could swear she heard some strange noises, almost like low humming, and eventually began to realize they weren't coming from the TV. Turning it off, she listened around to see if she could hear them better. When she got to Monica's bedroom, she could hear the noises a little more clearly, coming from inside.
"Monica, is that you?" she asked "everything all right in there?"
She heard no response except for the strange noises again, and so, she decided to open the door.
"What is going on in...oh my God!"
Rachel was shocked to find her friend, clad in a red blouse that hugged her figure, a pair of blue jeans and black boots. She was sitting on her bed, duct tape wrapped around her ankles, and presumably holding her hands behind her. A strip of the grey stuff was over her mouth, and Monica began making frantic muffled noises under it, trying to get Rachel's attention.
"Monica, what happened?" Rachel asked, "wait, this isn't some weird kinky game you and Chandler are playing, is it?"
Monica responded by making even louder muffled noises, so Rachel walked over to her friend and peeled the tape off. Monica spat out a balled up white cloth, which Rachel guessed might have been a sock, before looking at her friend.
"Okay, first of all, I don't play any kinky games," she said "and, even if I decided to, what kind of game would require me to tape myself up like this?!"
"Okay, so what did happen?"
"I don't have time to explain, just quick, call the police before they come back."
"Before who comes back?"
"The pizza man, who do you think?" Monica replied sarcastically "the guys who did this to me."
"All right hold on, I'll call them right now," Rachel said, "oh wait, I left my phone in my purse, which is in the living room."
"Well get it, and hurry!" Monica said.
"Okay, don't go anywhere Mon."
"Not like I have a choice," Monica replied.
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Rachel headed back into the main room to get her purse, only to find that two men were there.
"Well well, what have we here?" one of them said "looks like we have a visitor, and a very pretty one at that."
"I'm gonna assume you two are not pizza delivery guys," Rachel commented.
"Correct, cutie," the one man said, before producing a gun from his pocket, which Rachel looked at in fear. "Now, we're going to take a trip back to the bedroom. I take it you'll be smart enough not to make any noise; it would be quite a shame to shoot a looker like yourself."
Rachel nodded before the two men approached her, with the one sticking the gun into her back. Then she was matched into the bedroom.
"Hey Rach, did you...oh," Monica said, after seeing her friend was now a prisoner "I see you've met my unexpected guests."
"It looks as though our little hostess has managed to free her mouth," the one man said "Victor, please see to that."
"I don't know who you bastards think you are, breaking into my apartment and taking me prisoner, but you are gonna be in for it, oh yes," Monica said, as the man known as Victor bent over to pick up the dropped sock "and if I find that you've messed up the apartment in any way, there is gonna be hell to...mmmph!" was all she managed before the sock was stuffed back in her mouth. Victor then took out a roll of duct tape and sealed a new piece over her lips, then, for good measure, added another piece, causing Monica to struggle and emitted muffled threats & insults.
"W-what are you two going to do with me?" Rachel asked fearfully.
"For now, we need to make sure you can't raise the alarm," the one man said, and reached into his pocket before producing a roll of duct tape "so hands behind your back please."
Seeing she had no choice, Rachel did as he said and felt the tape as it wrapped around her wrists. "What are you two even doing here?" she asked.
"Let's just say, people are looking for us after we made a substantial withdrawal from the local bank."
"Oh, so you're thieves," Rachel commented.
"We don't think of it as stealing, just taking back money that is wrongfully being used," the man said "after all, why should money sit in banks and go to the rich, instead of the common people who earned it?"
"Hey, I'm all for having more money, but I have a job and earn it," Rachel explained. The man finished taping her wrists, and she tried pulling them apart, but it was no go.
"Have a seat on the bed next to your friend," the man ordered and Rachel did so, as he began to tape her ankles.
Rachel began to regret her choice of attire, a white colored dress and brown sandals. The tape didn't hurt her bare ankles, but she didn't like the feeling.
"Okay buddy, I'd think twice about this if I were you," Rachel said, trying to maintain a brave front " 'cause my boyfriend is a Navy SEAL, and if he finds out what you're doing to me, ooh, you are gonna get it," she added.
Of course she was lying; she doubted Ross had the strength to take on two men, especially if they had a gun. Still, she could dream.
"Okay beautiful, now we need to do one more thing," the man said "an unfortunate precaution, since it is a shame to silence your lovely voice."
"Yeah whatever pal, knock off the flattery 'cause it ain't working," Rachel told him.
"Very well," he replied and dug into Monica's drawer, which only caused the black haired woman to scream and fight the tape even more. He then pulled out a sock, identical to the one in Monica's mouth, and balled it up; "open wide."
"Could I maybe, not have a sock in my mouth?" Rachel asked "or, how about if I promise to not say anything at all and you don't even have to waste tape on me; what do you say?"
The man responded by stuffing the sock in Rachel's mouth, then putting tape over it before she could do anything. Rachel angrily glared at him, the sock muffling her words.
"You two pretty ladies stay put now," he said "don't worry, we'll leave you once we feel it's safe for us to make a move. In the meantime, thanks for letting us use your apartment," he said to Monica, before closing the door.
After the two left, Monica & Rachel began squirming and thrashing, hoping to free themselves from their tape bonds. Their long hair swung back and forth as they tried unsuccessfully to break the tape, muffled noises of exertion being all they could make under the tape around their mouths.
After the tape refused to budge, both women looked at each other. They didn't know what to do, or when the crooks would leave. They knew the guys would be back, but that could be hours; how long would they have to stay like this? Both women knew they had to find a way to escape, but how?
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