Sophomore Year - Chapter 12: "News of My Shame Travels Fast " (F/M, F/MF, F/M) [Part 2 of 5]
Courtney settled into tying my legs at the ankles, knees, and thighs while I explored the ropes. I flexed back and forth testing them out a little bit without actually starting my escape attempt yet. Jackie and Courtney were discussing a little club volleyball drama while she was doing her thing, but I wasn’t really following it because I didn’t know the people involved. Finally she finished tying my legs and removed my sneakers and socks so that I was barefoot. She took hold of my feet, which had a sizeable length of extra rope hanging off of them. She roughly yanked them forward threading the rope through multiple cinch points on my chest harness before knotting it off parallel to a rope that ran across my shoulder blades.
Me: Aaahhh!
Courtney: Is that too tight, my little guinea pig?
Me: You’re fine.
Courtney: I know I’m fine, guinea pig. That’s not what I asked. Pay attention.
Me: It’s an appropriate level of tight. It was just the sudden jerk that caught me off guard.
Courtney: I was going to say. I remember Saturday and I don’t think that this level of stretch is unacceptable. You can be honest with us all now. Are you surprised and impressed?
Me: Impressed? Definitely. Surprised? Not really. You said that you were seasoned and I expected great things from you. I mean, I expect great things from Jordan Larson but I’m never surprised when I see them.
Courtney: Effusive flattery AND name dropping a women’s volleyball player. Are you attempting to rack up some brownie points, guinea pig? It’s unfortunate for you that you won’t be able to cash in any of them today. Now where is my little glass slipper?
She rifled through her bag and pulled out the rag that had filled her mouth so precisely on Saturday. She then shoved me onto my side so that I was lying on my right hip and facing her, Jackie, and Abbie.
Courtney: There she is! Open wide.
Courtney took the rag and unceremoniously stuffed it past my lips and into my mouth. She pushed it down with her fingers until it spread into my cheeks and started to fill my mouth. She then straddled her leg over me and continued to pull some cloth strips out of her backpack.
Courtney: Just as I suspected. Next time your insipid little villain character wants to make a wise crack that I have “big mouth” or some such thing…I wanted you to know that yours is slightly bigger. There’s still a little room in there. Abbie darling, could you fetch me an ankle sock?
Abbie: What?!? You mean like one that I’m wearing?
Abbie looked uncomfortable.
Courtney: No. No, no. A fresh one will do. I know you’re a staunch proponent of not using used socks.
Abbie: You heard about that, did you? News of my shame travels fast.
I could see Abbie blushing. She was probably hoping that new members wouldn't be aware of some of her embarrassing misfortunes of captures past.
Courtney: Abbie, nobody is sharing your “shame” with me. They’re sharing your “limits” with me. It’s a good thing.
Jackie had already jumped into action and pulled a pair of ankle socks out of her top dresser drawer. She separated the two of them and tossed one to Courtney.
Courtney: Thanks, love.
She then proceeded to press the ankle sock into my mouth which just about filled it to the brim.
Courtney: Go ahead and give me a little test talk, guinea pig.
Me: Hmmmpphhh Mmmpphhhm Mmmmrrrrmmppphhhh Mmmmpphhrrmmpphh.
Courtney: Good. That’ll do it. Unless you meant to say “Hmmmpphhh Mmmpphhhm Mmmmrrrrmmppphhhh Mmmmpphhrrmmpphh.” That wasn’t your message, was it?
It was not. She then took a torn sheet that appeared to be fairly pliable from the way that she was stretching it out and pulled it into my mouth pushing the packing down in deeper and tightly knotted it twice on the other side of my head.
Courtney: That’s a good start. But you see, girls, I’m still working on my own “signature gag”. And I’ve heard that this one is a shifty little bugger. I’d hate for him to somehow scrape that off and then we end up listening to his inane chatter for the back half of this capture. My understanding is that I’m not allowed to re-gag him. He’s certainly quiet enough for my liking. I like a little bit of sound…so long as I can’t understand it. But I need to make sure he can’t work it off.
She then picked up the roll of tape and tore a healthy strip off of it and pressed it down firmly over my mouth. She repeated this four more times until I had a solid block of tape pressed over the gag. So that I wouldn’t be able to scape or rub it off if I was able to find any leverage.
Courtney: Ah. Perfection.
She then stepped off of me and unceremoniously rolled me back onto my stomach aggressively where my solar plexus hit with a thud that made me grunt into my new gag. She picked up my phone and showed me that she was starting the timer app.
Me: Hhhhmmmmpppphhhh!!
Courtney: Alright, guinea pig. You’ve got an intense three hours ahead of you. But we’re getting an early start. So if you behave like a good little boy. Maybe, just maybe, Jackie and I... and my new friend Abbie...if she wants to join. Will let you sit with us at dinner. But you’re going to want to wash up first because this might get a little sweaty. Now we can properly answer Abbie’s question from earlier. Do you think you can get out of this, my silly little captive? I know that YOU love to survey your captives when they’re gagged. So why don’t you go ahead and give me one grunt for “Yes” and two grunts for “No”.
I shrugged my shoulders to imply that I was not overly confident in my answer. But I’d checked out the tie and thought that escape in the second half of the timer might not be entirely out of the question so I decided to be optimistic.
Me: Mmmpphhh.
Courtney: I love the enthusiasm, guinea pig. I’m also sure that I’m going to LOVE mocking you for your naivete when you come to your senses in about two hours.
She tussled my hair condescendingly and rocked me back and forth playfully.
Courtney: Now, ladies, did you know that the country of Switzerland has laws governing the treatment of guinea pigs?
Jackie: (taking the bait, enthusiastically) Whatever do you mean, Court?
Apparently that was not just my nickname for her…people used Court and Courty regularly.
Courtney: In Switzerland you’re not allowed to buy just one guinea pig. They get lonely and that’s considered animal cruelty so you have to buy them in sets. And I think that that’s the case here.
She took me by the hair and gently pulled my head up so that I had to look at her.
Courtney: I’d hate for this wittle guyw to get wonely. That would just be sooooooo unfaiw.
I blushed deeply as she spoke to me in her arrougant, overtly cutesy affected manner. She was really leaning into trying to embarrass me. And it was working. I was totally helpless. Courtney lightly tutted my nose and then gently let my head fall back down.
Courtney: So I’m going to do something stupid and reckless. Which will doubtless become a trademark of my time in this club. And I’m going to find my little pet here a friend that he can play with. Would you two be so kind as watch my captive for me? I shouldn’t be more than ten minutes. I’d like to re-iterate…that I am NOT leaving you a present. He still belongs to ME. But I’d just like you to babysit. Can I trust you two to watch him while I’m gone? And will you PROMISE not to let him go or help him out?
Jackie: Absolutely. Listen, Abbie and I think Trent is a swell guy. I’ve told you this. But I wouldn’t dream of helping him at present. This is your first capture, girl. And you are KILLING it. I don’t know what your plan is. But Tuesday is Dale’s day off and he’s going to a Student Senate meeting right now.
Courtney: I know. It won’t be Dale. I was going to see if Erica is home. I know she’s probably locked in her room. But I think I have a clever ruse to get to her. If I can’t get her and have to come back empty handed…well I’m not really a stickler for the restraints of the Swiss legal system anyway. We’ll get on with just him and me.
Jackie: That is reckless. What if Elisa captures you? What do you want us to do with him? Just let him struggle until he gets free or the timer runs out? Do you want me to come down and negotiate your release if you’re not back in 30 minutes? It’s my off day. Elisa can’t touch me.
Courtney: Elisa shot her wad again capturing me on Sunday. She can’t touch me either. On the slight chance that Erica gets the jump on me…I’ll deserve what’s coming to me for taking this risk. But I’d still LOVE you forever if you wanted to put those negotiation skills to work. I’d hate to waste my first capture because I got too greedy.
Jackie: My negotiation skills don’t work quite as well with Erica…but I’ll try.
Courtney: You said that Dale is gone and I don’t think Sam is lurking the halls looking for me at present.
Jackie: Ahem…you have to refer to him as Player #3. Trent and him have never met. You just blew his cover.
Courtney: Shit! I’m sorry. I didn’t know that. I’m positive that I said his name to Trent on Saturday so it was already blown. I didn’t realize that they were unaffiliated. I promise to torture Trent so hard that he forgets that name entirely and Player #3s anonymity remains intact. Hell, I’m going to torture Trent so hard that he forgets is own stupid name.
Me: Hmmpphhmmmm Mmmmrmmmmpphhh.
Courtney: But first, I have to go get him a little playmate.
Jackie: God speed, girl.
Courtney grabbed two coils of rope for ammunition, threw them in a backpack, and then hurried out the door. As soon as she was hurrying down the hall Jackie turned to me.
Jackie: God, that girl is a fucking natural, right?
Me: Hhmmpphhh Mmmrrrmpphhhh Phhhhmmmmpphhmpp.
Jackie: I know. It IS sexy as hell!
That’s not what I had tried to say. Jackie knew that wasn’t what I was trying to say. But at the same time Jackie and I clearly WERE on the same page. I was quite aroused and it was a surprise to me. Dealing with an erection while you have a gorgeous captive hogtied on your floor and you’re sitting in a desk chair observing is WAY different than having to manage one while you’re hogtied tightly on the floor and being rag dolled around by said former captive. I continued to test my bonds and found that they were pretty firmly holding me. I could not get to any of the knots. But my mobility was better than I expected. I was able to scooch myself along the carpet. I was able to roll over and eventually flop onto my back. And then do so likewise to get back onto my stomach. Abbie and Jackie were keeping an eye on me. But were also engaging in a casual conversation to which I was paying absolutely no attention. I had the means to shift myself around. But the knots were all tightly tied and in spots that would be really tricky to get to before I made at least SOME progress. I was accounting for how long I thought this might hold me and I was pretty sure that IF I was escaping…it was going to be with less than an hour left on the clock. Nevertheless, I committed to giving it the old college try and started struggling around. I pulled at rope to see how other ropes moved in response and flexed joints back and forth to see if there were weak spots, or if anything was going to give. I’d had no real luck when Erica entered the room with Courtney right behind her. Courtney quickly shut the door behind them. Erica was wearing a very flattering low cut white top with jeans and the same pink and white sneakers that I was accustomed to seeing her in. Now more scuffed, making me realize that they really had been new a couple of weeks prior.
Courtney: Thanks, girls. You’re the best. My foolish gambit did not cost me. I have returned with a play date for my pet.
Erica: Oh. I see that you already have a captive. And he does not look like he’s going anywhere. Did Elisa help you with this?
Courtney gasped as though she'd been slapped across the face.
Courtney: Ouch! Are you trying to piss off your captor? That’s all me. But you’re going to find that out soon enough. Why don’t you sit down for me? We need to get started because your fellow captor probably already has a 12 minute head start on you.
Erica sat down on the floor and Courtney fumbled through her bag. I was still fumbling with my knots, but I had turned my head and scooched my body towards as optimal of an angle as I was going to get in my current state. The show was for Jackie and Abbie, not me. But I watched intently. Courtney pulled two handkerchiefs out of her backpack and jammed them into Erica’s mouth as she gave a little muffled yelp. She worked them down with her index finger so that one pushed itself into the right side of her mouth and the other filled the left side of her mouth. She took Erica’s chin and carefully examined the packing making sure that it was to her liking. She then took another one of the pliable sheets that she had tied on me and wedged it tightly between Erica’s lips and pulled back firmly drawing the handkerchiefs deeper into Erica’s mouth. I couldn’t see her tie the knots as I’d worked my way around for a frontal(ish) view of the action. But I imagined that she was gagging us in a similar fashion. My suspicions received some extra confirmative evidence when Courtney grabbed the roll of duct tape and began firmly pressing more strips of duct tape down over Erica’s already gagged lips, firmly silencing her muffled protests.
Erica: Hhmmmmmppppphhhhh nnnnmmmmmpppppphhh mmmmmmmpppphhhhhmmmmmmm!!!!
Courtney: How’s that, sweetheart?
Erica flipped Courtney the bird with her hands that had not been tied yet.
Courtney: It doesn’t seem like a great idea to provoke me right now. But hey, you do you. How is that gag by the way? I’m working on a new “signature gag” and Trent has one just like it. But I feel like multiple reviews will really help me figure out if this is the one or if I should keep workshopping.
Erica: Hmmphhhrrmmmphhh!! Mmmpppphhhrmmpphhphhmmmhhhmmp!!
Courtney: I didn’t really need you to tell me right now. Go ahead and think about it. I’ll get your thoughts and feelings when I ask you for them in about three hours.
She then took Erica’s hands and folded them behind her back with a gentleness that she had not shown me. However, as I watched Erica wince and saw her eyes grow wide as the wrist tie was being applied…I’m guessing that the delicateness that she’d used in bringing Erica’s hands behind her back did not extend to the actual tie itself. I couldn’t see her wrists from my vantage point. But I could see Erica’s face rise and fall and I’m pretty sure that it was tight.
Abbie: Why did you gag Erica before you started tying her up? You gagged Trent right at the end before you started the timer?
Courtney: I’m glad you asked that Abbie! Because Erica had no clue that I waited to gag Trent. And I don’t know Trent nearly well enough to know if he was going to be smart enough to put it together. I like to be a little bit of an artist with my captures and this is something that I call mirroring. I try and be creative and have my own style. But I like to teach a good lesson. My captives are probably going to have been my previous and subsequent captors so sometimes I give them a taste of their own medicine to see if they like it. And help them decide if they want to keep it in their act. These two have VERY different styles. Trent over there is actually a pretty decent conversationalist. He’s a good listener. Sure he taunts you with little barbs. But we had a nice little chat and as he was tying me up. And then at the very end he gagged me and dialed up his smarm to 11 when the conversation got one sided. So now he’s going to get my no-nonsense persona from here on out. But I was willing to allow him the opportunity to chit chat with us girls while I got things started. Erica on the other hand was straight business when she captured me last week. She hit me with a coil of rope and then and then popped a ball gag in like 15 seconds later. It’s the blue one that Elisa has. I think it’s a 2 1/4” or like 57mm. You know the one?
Abbie: We know the one!
Courtney: I heard she has one that’s even bigger. That’s just fucking obscene! Anyway, with the red one I’m probably going to be a lot droolier since it’s not quite big enough to create a real seal but there is at least some chance that somebody will be able to understand a percentage of what I’m saying. I can’t say “gecko” or “cackling” but certain words are still semi-distinguishable. But with this 2.25 inch bad girl it’s just a collection of grunts and mmmppphhhs while Erica jabbers away with her insults at me. No small talk or niceities. No “how was your day?” or “any plans for the weekend?” Just her mocking me while she tied me up. And I think I did pretty respectably with her tricksy little chair tie. I got out in just over 75 minutes. But the gag had been in for almost 100 minutes at that point and my jaw was actually pretty sore. Gagging a captive from go and then not starting the timer until you’re done just seems rude and I’d like her to note that. So she can be excluded from the conversation while I finish up here.
By this point, Courtney already had Erica’s elbows tied together and was halfway into a pretty impressive chest harness. I meanwhile was nowhere near close to getting out of my tie.
Jackie: Erica, you need to step up your game, girl. That signature chair tie of yours may still be able to hold me still for three hours. But it appears that some of the pros are figuring it out.
Erica stared indignantly at Jackie and scowled at her.
Erica: Hmmmpphhhrrmmpphh Mmmpppphhhhhmmmmppprrmmpphhhhmmmmmmm!!
Jackie: I’m just suggesting that it might be time to expand your repertoire. You can’t be a one trick pony. I know that you CAN hogtie and balltie people. Develop those ties.
Courtney: Do tell? I thought the chair tie was actually pretty good. I got a little lucky, but I could have seen it holding me for longer if I hadn’t gotten a very fortuitous finger hold after she shifted me a little bit.
Jackie: Trent got out in 24 minutes.
Courtney: Hoooboy! That’s pretty impressive. I’m impressed, guinea pig. I still think your ambitions for today are too optimistic but I’m taking note.
I beamed in my tight hogtie. I too had gotten lucky. And I might have humbly shared that also. But I wasn’t in much of a position to share anything.
Me: Hmmmmphhh Mmmmppphphhrrmmm.
Courtney: Oh, quit being so modest. 24 minutes is phenomenal.
Courtney finished off the chest harness with a tight cinch and double knot. giving the rope a good tug and forcing an annoyed grunt out of Erica.
Erica: Mmmmmppppphhhh!!!!
Next Courtney grabbed a medium length coil and turned towards Erica’s legs. She flipped the gagged girl onto her stomach and pulled her ankles close to her as she started unlacing Erica’s shoes and removing them.
Courtney: There’s also another major difference between these two people that I’m going to start mirroring in a second. Did you girls notice that I talked a really big game about torturing Trent but we’re now probably 20-25 minutes into his timer and I haven’t done a thing to him yet?
Jackie: This hadn’t totally escaped me but I figured it was because you were attending to your second captive.
Courtney: This is true, but Trent and Erica have very different philosophies on torture also. Erica tied me to that chair and within a minute of her starting the timer she was absolutely attacking my feet. I mean I can respect the excitement but that kind of seems like throwing stones in a glass house when you have a reputation for being the most ticklish player in the game. That doesn’t seem very smart to set a precedent that that is how a helpless captive should be treated.
She grinned at Jackie as she finished tying Erica’s ankles and then just dug in on her soles ever so briefly with her wiggling fingers. Erica immediately bucked her body and snorted and guffawed into her gag even though the tickle had lasted all of three seconds.
Courtney: I think she definitely lives up to that reputation. It’s not a myth.
Erica: Hmmphh Mmmpphhhh.
Courtney then examined that she’d left enough length coming off the ankle tie for an effective hogtie and proceeded to make another bight in a new rope and head up to Erica’s knees.
Courtney: Trent, on the other hand, is a little more philosophical about the nature of capture and captivity. Though possibly even more sadistic when I think about it more and more. He told me that he doesn’t believe in torturing a captive in the first sixty minutes of their capture. As somebody who can escape a fairly impressive tie in 24 minutes...this doesn’t surprise me. Treat others as you’d like to be treated. He won’t torture you because he knows that he’ll still have time. He’s a regular Mozart with the ropes and he hopes that you give him the same grace period because he’ll slip your offering and be gone in under an hour. Or at least I think that that’s what sums up his mindset. I’d have him comment. But I don’t think that there’s much he can say right now.
Me: Hmmphhh Phhmmmpphmmm Mmmpphhrrmpphh.
Courtney: Guinea pig! We’ve been over this. Once for “Yes”. Twice for “No”. Is that why you wait 60 minutes?
Me: Mmmpphh Mmmpphh!
Courtney: Guinea pig! Nobody likes a liar. Anyway, he “SAYS” he thinks the captive should have to earn their torture. While I’m DEFINITELY NOT going to be subscribing to that intriguing, but ultimately wayward, philosophy regularly…I’m going to honor it today. So no torture for Trent until his timer hits one hour. Erica’s will start when I finish this tie. I’d give that about two minutes.
I relaxed a little bit as I saw Erica tense up. I was not envious of her predicament. She began to quiver in anticipation of what was coming. I had a little more time to try and figure things out. Though I had serious doubts that I'd be free within the hour.