The Roommates 2 (F/FFF, F/F, FF/F, FF/FFF) - Part 42 + Epilogue - FINISHED
Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 7:56 pm
So... here's a sequel for my first story on this site, The Roommates (Hopefully more will come). If you haven't read it, here is the link: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=5152
It's quite long, so if you are not into reading it, here's a quick resume: two girls, once best friends, had moved in together and seen their friendship crashed because of it. It's last night, so one decides to get revenge. And things escalate from there.
It's also a bit of a slow start, like the previous story, so I'll try to post the first chapters with less days to wait, at least until we get to the good stuff!
Enjoy!
Part 1
The girl opened her eyes. She was surrounded by fog. In front of her, to her sides, behind her. It was everywhere. The girl knew what to do. She had to capture the other three girls. How? They were physically stronger, two of them even taller than her. She adjusted her glasses, preparing herself for the mission.
The fog began to disappear. She knew it was her moment. Now or never.
Her dark brown hair flew with the wind. The other girls were there. But they couldn’t see her. However, she could. Or at least, she could try. Her glasses. Just ordinary glasses, but they were useful. The soon-to-be victims didn’t have any. Somehow they worked, like the previous times this had happened.
She took a step into the fog. Her glasses didn’t get foggy. Just like it had been for the past five or six nights.
Three girls to find. No more, no less. Once she spotted them, they were going to be hers.
The girl started running. The fog was still there, but it didn’t matter. She could see through the mist. She just needed to find them. The glasses didn’t fall or slip from her nose, no matter how fast she ran. She wasn’t into sports or physical exercise. The other girls were, but it didn’t matter. It hadn’t mattered for the past nights.
And she spotted one. A tall and thin girl, with really long legs, her long black curly hair falling on her shoulders. That girl hadn’t seen her. The fog prevented her from seeing anything, actually. Under normal circumstances, the capture would have been impossible. But not right here, not right there. Once again, she was going to be captured.
The girl with the glasses moved her hands around, like she was conducting an orchestra. The fog changed. Some of it started changing, turning into a more solid state. Long coils of rope materialized all around the tall girl. She hadn’t realized it, she couldn’t notice a thing. But soon, she would.
Another hand movement and the ropes started their job, moving around the tall girl’s legs like snakes. First the ankles, then wrapping themselves all around the calves, knees, and thighs. The tall girl tripped.
She opened her mouth to shout as she lost her balance and began her fall into the ground. Another hand movement. More ropes materialized, but this time they moved much faster. Three ropes went into separate ways. Two of them caught the wrists, pulling the tall girl and prevented her from falling. The girl had opened her mouth, but no sound came. It could have been of surprise, could have been of anger. It didn’t matter. The third rope was wrapped around her mouth, cleave gagging her in the process.
“MMMPHHH!” The tall girl protested as the two ropes holding her wrists pulled her arms behind her back.
By the time she realized what was going on, it was too late. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back, but there was still remaining rope. The coils moved up to her shoulders, wrapping themselves around the arms but also the torso. Any attempt to struggle or fight back was unnoticeable. But it wasn’t enough.
The girl with the glasses made a final movement. The ropes around the wrists and the ankles moved towards each other. The bound tall girl tried to stop it, but it was pointless to fight. Hands and feet touched, as the ropes embraced each other, securing the poor victim in a tight hogtie.
One down, two to go.
It didn’t take much time to find the next girl. A shorter one, with beautiful cinnamon skin, black straight hair over her shoulders. The girl with the glasses felt a little pity. The last time she had seen her, she had also been heavily restrained. But this needed to be done. It had to be done.
The ropes materialized as the girl moved her hands. She felt like making music, it was art to her. This time, the ropes trapped the small girl’s wrists and ankles at the same time, lifting her into the air.
“What the…?”
No one heard the end of that sentence. Like the taller girl before, rope was wrapped between her teeth and she was cleave gagged as her fellow captive friend. Meanwhile the ropes did their work. Wrists were pulled behind her back, ankles were crossed, knees were tied together, the torso and arms too. New ropes were born from the tie around the knees and from the ones around the shoulders. They started moving towards each other.
“NMMPHH!!” The small girl protested, but fighting was pointless, as it had been the previous nights.
Soon the small captive was reduced to a smaller ball, victim of a tight balltie. Only her head moved in anger and frustration. The girl with the glasses took her time to look at her captives. The fog was just starting to disappear. It would only be a matter of time before the victims could see her captor.
“You! Come here and fight fair and square!” The third girl shouted.
The girl with the glasses turned around. She had identified where the voice came from. But the third girl hadn’t found her yet. No problem. She was going to teach her a lesson.
More ropes were wrapped around the tied girls’ eyes. They hadn’t earned their right to watch the show. The girl raised her arms and the fog started disappearing. At least enough for the third girl to find her.
“You! There!” She shouted. She was as tall as the first captive, with black wavy hair, some of it now flying in the wind, some falling over her bulging cheeks. Nor that she was fat or chubby, but those cheeks made her look adorable. It was going to be a good captive to play with. She ran towards the captor.
But the girl with glasses controlled everything here. The remaining fog turned into ropes as well. The tall girl hadn’t noticed it. But in no time, the ropes caught her ankles and hands. As the girl felt her feet being tied together, she shouted angrily. “Fight me fair!”
The ropes lifted her into the hair and now she was hanging upside down. As her companions, her wrists were pulled behind her and secured tightly. The ropes around her legs pulled her even higher, and now her face was at the same level as her captor.
The last captive opened her mouth again but the ropes knew what to do. She was gagged, unable to get rid of her restraints. The girl with the glasses smiled and approached her. She grabbed her nose and shook her captive’s head, mocking her. A soft slap on her cheek followed, and it was all finished with a last rope around her angry eyes.
Muffled angry noises sounded into the now fog free air. She had won once again. Now, it was time to play with her victims. But another noise was heard. A different noise.
Like someone was ringing a doorbell.
The girl stopped. It was weird. The sound was heard again. She lost her focus. The noise was heard even louder. She closed her eyes and everything disappeared.
And she opened her eyes.
It took time for her to realize what had happened. Like the previous nights, the scene in the fog, the three girls from a couple of weeks ago, bound and gagged at her feet. She was alone now. There was no fog. Her dark brown hair wasn’t flying into the wind. It was a mess over her pillow. Her glasses weren’t on her face, they were on the night table.
She blinked twice. A blurry vision of the bedroom began to materialize in front of her eyes. A few sunbeams entered through the curtains, weakly. None of them enough to light up the whole room. If she closed her eyes now, maybe she could return to where the fog and her three captives were. But that wasn't going to be an option soon.
“Stupid dream…” she muttered as the doorbell rang again. She rolled over and buried her head into the pillows when it was rang again.
Her right hand felt the night table until it found the glasses. She put them on as the doorbell was rang another time. A quick glimpse at the clock told her it was early, but not too early. 6:30 AM. Saturday. Another ring. There was no time to rest, despite the early hour. She looked for her white slippers and walked away from her bed.
Before she reached her bedroom door, she felt her left foot kicking something. A small box, next to her closet door. She looked at it but didn’t open it. She knew what was inside. A few ropes, a few tapes, bought by her the night before she moved in with her new roommate. Unused. The only times restraints were around were when she closed her eyes at night.
There was that sound again. Still on her pajamas, she reached the hallway and looked at her roommate’s bedroom. The door was closed, so that meant she was still sleeping. So far, she knew her enough to know that these sounds were going to wake her up, and that meant she was not going to be in a good mood. Better to hurry and open that door.
Another ring.
“I am coming!” The girl shouted, picking up the pace. “Geez, it’s too early for a Saturday…”
She opened the door to find a tall, blonde girl, dressed in sports clothes. She was smiling.
“Hi there.” The blonde girl greeted, looking at her with her light blue eyes. “You must be… Karissa’s new roommate, right? Is she awake?”
It's quite long, so if you are not into reading it, here's a quick resume: two girls, once best friends, had moved in together and seen their friendship crashed because of it. It's last night, so one decides to get revenge. And things escalate from there.
It's also a bit of a slow start, like the previous story, so I'll try to post the first chapters with less days to wait, at least until we get to the good stuff!
Enjoy!
Part 1
The girl opened her eyes. She was surrounded by fog. In front of her, to her sides, behind her. It was everywhere. The girl knew what to do. She had to capture the other three girls. How? They were physically stronger, two of them even taller than her. She adjusted her glasses, preparing herself for the mission.
The fog began to disappear. She knew it was her moment. Now or never.
Her dark brown hair flew with the wind. The other girls were there. But they couldn’t see her. However, she could. Or at least, she could try. Her glasses. Just ordinary glasses, but they were useful. The soon-to-be victims didn’t have any. Somehow they worked, like the previous times this had happened.
She took a step into the fog. Her glasses didn’t get foggy. Just like it had been for the past five or six nights.
Three girls to find. No more, no less. Once she spotted them, they were going to be hers.
The girl started running. The fog was still there, but it didn’t matter. She could see through the mist. She just needed to find them. The glasses didn’t fall or slip from her nose, no matter how fast she ran. She wasn’t into sports or physical exercise. The other girls were, but it didn’t matter. It hadn’t mattered for the past nights.
And she spotted one. A tall and thin girl, with really long legs, her long black curly hair falling on her shoulders. That girl hadn’t seen her. The fog prevented her from seeing anything, actually. Under normal circumstances, the capture would have been impossible. But not right here, not right there. Once again, she was going to be captured.
The girl with the glasses moved her hands around, like she was conducting an orchestra. The fog changed. Some of it started changing, turning into a more solid state. Long coils of rope materialized all around the tall girl. She hadn’t realized it, she couldn’t notice a thing. But soon, she would.
Another hand movement and the ropes started their job, moving around the tall girl’s legs like snakes. First the ankles, then wrapping themselves all around the calves, knees, and thighs. The tall girl tripped.
She opened her mouth to shout as she lost her balance and began her fall into the ground. Another hand movement. More ropes materialized, but this time they moved much faster. Three ropes went into separate ways. Two of them caught the wrists, pulling the tall girl and prevented her from falling. The girl had opened her mouth, but no sound came. It could have been of surprise, could have been of anger. It didn’t matter. The third rope was wrapped around her mouth, cleave gagging her in the process.
“MMMPHHH!” The tall girl protested as the two ropes holding her wrists pulled her arms behind her back.
By the time she realized what was going on, it was too late. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back, but there was still remaining rope. The coils moved up to her shoulders, wrapping themselves around the arms but also the torso. Any attempt to struggle or fight back was unnoticeable. But it wasn’t enough.
The girl with the glasses made a final movement. The ropes around the wrists and the ankles moved towards each other. The bound tall girl tried to stop it, but it was pointless to fight. Hands and feet touched, as the ropes embraced each other, securing the poor victim in a tight hogtie.
One down, two to go.
It didn’t take much time to find the next girl. A shorter one, with beautiful cinnamon skin, black straight hair over her shoulders. The girl with the glasses felt a little pity. The last time she had seen her, she had also been heavily restrained. But this needed to be done. It had to be done.
The ropes materialized as the girl moved her hands. She felt like making music, it was art to her. This time, the ropes trapped the small girl’s wrists and ankles at the same time, lifting her into the air.
“What the…?”
No one heard the end of that sentence. Like the taller girl before, rope was wrapped between her teeth and she was cleave gagged as her fellow captive friend. Meanwhile the ropes did their work. Wrists were pulled behind her back, ankles were crossed, knees were tied together, the torso and arms too. New ropes were born from the tie around the knees and from the ones around the shoulders. They started moving towards each other.
“NMMPHH!!” The small girl protested, but fighting was pointless, as it had been the previous nights.
Soon the small captive was reduced to a smaller ball, victim of a tight balltie. Only her head moved in anger and frustration. The girl with the glasses took her time to look at her captives. The fog was just starting to disappear. It would only be a matter of time before the victims could see her captor.
“You! Come here and fight fair and square!” The third girl shouted.
The girl with the glasses turned around. She had identified where the voice came from. But the third girl hadn’t found her yet. No problem. She was going to teach her a lesson.
More ropes were wrapped around the tied girls’ eyes. They hadn’t earned their right to watch the show. The girl raised her arms and the fog started disappearing. At least enough for the third girl to find her.
“You! There!” She shouted. She was as tall as the first captive, with black wavy hair, some of it now flying in the wind, some falling over her bulging cheeks. Nor that she was fat or chubby, but those cheeks made her look adorable. It was going to be a good captive to play with. She ran towards the captor.
But the girl with glasses controlled everything here. The remaining fog turned into ropes as well. The tall girl hadn’t noticed it. But in no time, the ropes caught her ankles and hands. As the girl felt her feet being tied together, she shouted angrily. “Fight me fair!”
The ropes lifted her into the hair and now she was hanging upside down. As her companions, her wrists were pulled behind her and secured tightly. The ropes around her legs pulled her even higher, and now her face was at the same level as her captor.
The last captive opened her mouth again but the ropes knew what to do. She was gagged, unable to get rid of her restraints. The girl with the glasses smiled and approached her. She grabbed her nose and shook her captive’s head, mocking her. A soft slap on her cheek followed, and it was all finished with a last rope around her angry eyes.
Muffled angry noises sounded into the now fog free air. She had won once again. Now, it was time to play with her victims. But another noise was heard. A different noise.
Like someone was ringing a doorbell.
The girl stopped. It was weird. The sound was heard again. She lost her focus. The noise was heard even louder. She closed her eyes and everything disappeared.
And she opened her eyes.
It took time for her to realize what had happened. Like the previous nights, the scene in the fog, the three girls from a couple of weeks ago, bound and gagged at her feet. She was alone now. There was no fog. Her dark brown hair wasn’t flying into the wind. It was a mess over her pillow. Her glasses weren’t on her face, they were on the night table.
She blinked twice. A blurry vision of the bedroom began to materialize in front of her eyes. A few sunbeams entered through the curtains, weakly. None of them enough to light up the whole room. If she closed her eyes now, maybe she could return to where the fog and her three captives were. But that wasn't going to be an option soon.
“Stupid dream…” she muttered as the doorbell rang again. She rolled over and buried her head into the pillows when it was rang again.
Her right hand felt the night table until it found the glasses. She put them on as the doorbell was rang another time. A quick glimpse at the clock told her it was early, but not too early. 6:30 AM. Saturday. Another ring. There was no time to rest, despite the early hour. She looked for her white slippers and walked away from her bed.
Before she reached her bedroom door, she felt her left foot kicking something. A small box, next to her closet door. She looked at it but didn’t open it. She knew what was inside. A few ropes, a few tapes, bought by her the night before she moved in with her new roommate. Unused. The only times restraints were around were when she closed her eyes at night.
There was that sound again. Still on her pajamas, she reached the hallway and looked at her roommate’s bedroom. The door was closed, so that meant she was still sleeping. So far, she knew her enough to know that these sounds were going to wake her up, and that meant she was not going to be in a good mood. Better to hurry and open that door.
Another ring.
“I am coming!” The girl shouted, picking up the pace. “Geez, it’s too early for a Saturday…”
She opened the door to find a tall, blonde girl, dressed in sports clothes. She was smiling.
“Hi there.” The blonde girl greeted, looking at her with her light blue eyes. “You must be… Karissa’s new roommate, right? Is she awake?”