AlexUSA3 wrote: ↑1 year ago
I don't know which is more interesting: the animosity between the two or the way Karissa feeds off of it. This chapter also does a fine job of conveying the perspective of an unwilling victim.
Thanks. To be fair, I enjoy writing from the victim's perspective, even in third person.
Beaumains wrote: ↑1 year ago
Ah, yes, Stinky socks and tickling, I was already wondering how long it would take you
. I am wondering how far you will you go in this story as this is already quite intense while the first Roommates story should be the first proper escalation. (But who cares about continuity?)
Hehe. It's intense, but this one is the final chapter. So there won't be any escalation... yet.
Shotrow wrote: ↑1 year ago
Wow, you're really on a role with these. I wanted to comment on chapter 2, but didn't get around to it until now when I see you've already posted chapter 3.
I like the change in pace. Shorter chapters with a softer (bit still pretty intense!) situation. Love the banter between the two. I'm just really grateful to finally see something from you that my terrible attention span can keep up with.
Looking forward to seeing more.
Thanks a lot!
Caesar73 wrote: ↑1 year ago
Floria is lucky
She did not wear her socks too long .... I doubt though that Karissa is the merciful kidnapper. Nicely done [mention]Mineira1986[/mention] ! It is always a pleasure to read your dialogues.
Thanks for the praise.
So, final part of the first story. A couple more to come the following days.
Part 4
Karissa untied Floria’s hogtie. The captive sighed relieved, now that she was free of the strict position. The captor cleared the coffee table and dragged Floria’s limp body on top of it, with Floria’s head pointing at the TV.
Karissa grabbed Floria’s drink. She wiggled it in front of Floria’s eyes.
—Wouldn’t mind if I take this? Your mouth looks a bit full at the moment.
Floria gave Karissa her best glare. Karissa smirked and took a sip. The can was still full. Karissa moved it back to the coffee table but stopped midway. She looked at Floria and produced an evil smile.
—You don’t like to use coasters for drinks, uh? Fair enough. I think I have found a better spot where to place this.
Floria made a confused frown. But she knew this didn’t mean anything good. She was right. Karissa placed the drink carefully on top of her bottom.
—HMMPH!
—Oh hush— Karissa verified that the can was correctly balanced. —I wouldn’t move much if I were you. If it spills, most will get on your pants. That would make a big spot.
Karissa snickered and Floria’s cheeks reddened. She had to remain still with her backside used as a cup holder. Additionally, that gave Karissa the opening she needed. Floria couldn’t even squirm to slow her down now.
Karissa took Floria’s tousled hair and rearranged as best as she could. She patted Floria’s head and the tall captive could only glare at her. Karissa took another sip of Floria’s drink and placed it back on Floria’s butt.
—Now, we have some time. Let’s watch your basketball game.
Floria blinked and sighed. The game had already started and was past the first quarter’s middle. But knowing Karissa, she had something in mind. She leaned and whispered into Floria’s ear.
—Maybe I could teach you something about basketball. You seem to know very little about sports.
Floria’s nostrils flared. Karissa giggled. —See? There’s a ball. That’s the orange round thing. You didn’t know that, did you?
Karissa laughed watching Floria’s reactions. She explained to her the game as if Floria was a complete newbie. Karissa gave Floria a quick caress with her finger and sat up.
The back of her hand touched Floria’s face and her finger went up and down. As she caressed the cheek, Floria’s body tensed. She let out an angry grunt.
Karissa shrugged and grabbed her drink. Leaving the first one on top of Floria’s rump, she took a sip from the second and placed it on Floria’s head.
—HMMMPHH! STMMPH!
—You want to spill soda on your hair? I heard it’s hard to remove it, especially if it’s all curly like yours. Stay still, OK?
Floria didn’t have a choice. Karissa’s hand touched her cheek and the slow caress restarted. Floria tensed her jaw but had to endure the treatment.
The drink on her head didn’t remain for long. Once Karissa finished it, she placed it back on its coaster, on the coffee table. Karissa placed her free hand on Floria’s head. She moved it from time to time. Sometimes she patted her head, other times she scratched it. But most of the time, the hand stayed there motionless. It annoyed Floria. A token symbol of Karissa’s victory.
But somehow she found a way to stay calm until the first hour had passed. It helped that Karissa reduced her mocking chat to almost none. The presence of the can on her bottom didn’t bother her that much at the end of the mid-game show. What did annoy her was that a few drops had fallen to her hair. And way more drops had fallen on the back of her pants, a product of the condensation.
Karissa smiled as the commercial break ended. —Nice game so far. Well, time for a break.
She first removed the drinks and walked to the kitchen. Floria waited for her without moving. Any further attempt could bring a final playful torture from her friend. Karissa came back and took her time with the restraints. She started from the bottom, with the ankle ropes. She followed with the ones around the legs.
Once there, she put the soda away, took Floria, and helped her to sit up and to her feet. The ropes around her torso followed and she removed them. She took extra time with the rope on the wrists. Floria waited. Karissa unwrapped most of it and stopped. She leaned closer to Floria’s ear.
—Hope, you learned your lesson— whispered Karissa.
Karissa walked away. Floria jerked her hands several times to get rid of the remaining ropes. She stood up and gave Karissa an annoyed look. Her hands went for the gag and removed it. After some seconds, she flexed her jaw and pointed at Karissa, who had walked to the kitchen.
—What the hell was that?!
Karissa snorted. —What? Oh come on, you cannot say you wouldn’t have done the same if you had won. Of course, you never had a chance.
—Why don’t you come down here and find out?
—Hey! I won. Fair and square! Don’t be such a baby.
Floria clenched her fists. Karissa was right. She had won the bet. What had happened in the aftermath of the bet happened all the time. There was no point in getting mad. Only getting even later. For now, Floria couldn’t do anything but accept the short break. She touched the back of her pants and groaned. The presence of the soda had left its mark.
Karissa opened the fridge. —Ice cream?
—I have your ice cream right here— Floria grabbed a cushion from the couch and tossed it at Karissa.
—Hey! Don’t!— Karissa blocked the cushion. —Do not make a mess. Do you want the ice cream or not? My treat.
—Your treat? Sure, that’s the very least you can do. After…— Floria waved her arm over the coffee table —all this!
Floria grabbed a second cushion. Karissa raised her hand. Floria put it back on the couch and walked to the kitchen. Karissa took an ice cream for herself. She gave Floria a spoon and sat down. Floria dug her spoon deep into the ice cream and glared at Karissa. The two girls devoured their deserts in silence.
—Okie, time for you to resume your imprisonment. Hands behind, Flo.
Floria’s nostrils flared and opened her mouth to reply.
—Hey, hey, be a nice prisoner and you’ll only be tied up, no playing.
—Ugh, fine.
Karissa secured Floria’s hands behind her with the rope. Floria went to sit down on the couch but Karissa stopped. She ran to the kitchen and came back with a paper towel roll.
—Let me put some before you sit. I mean, it looks like you had a little accident back there!— Karissa burst into laughter.
Floria blushed. Karissa placed three sheets on the couch. Floria dropped herself on top of them. —Haha, very funny. This isn’t over, you know.
Karissa tied Floria’s ankles. She hadn’t tightened them this time. Floria sat comfortably, as best she could, while tied up.
—I think it’s over— Karissa booped Floria’s nose. —For now.
Floria glanced at her before she looked at the TV. —For now.