Re: The Roommates 2 (F/FFF, F/F, FF/F, FF/FFF) - Part 30
Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2022 2:15 am
Part 31: TWO MONTHS AND TWO WEEKS EARLIER
What time is it?
Where… where am I?
How long as it been?
Stephanie made a soft moan as she opened her light blue eyes. It took a moment for them to get used to the darkness that surrounded her. She hadn’t moved anywhere. She laid in the middle of Floria’s bedroom.
The blonde didn’t move. She remembered it. She had her hands bound in front of her. A rope tied it to her knees, that were also tied together. More ropes held her in a tight ball tie.
The purple ribbons secured the socks inside her mouth. She had fallen on her side, her left cheek touched the cold golden medal. The other one hung behind her nape.
She blinked as her eyes looked into the dark room. How long had it passed since she had fallen asleep? And more important…
How long has it passed since Floria left?
She remembered what happened. She had come, with Floria and Camilla, to Floria’s apartment so the tall girl could tie her up for fun. That had gone well. Until Karissa had appeared and had an argument with Floria.
No, that wasn’t it. We still had some fun here. In Floria’s bedroom.
It had been the second argument that left her in this predicament. Karissa had appeared, re-gagged her and left. That’s when the second argument had started. That’s when Floria disappeared and left her there.
But again… and Karissa?
“Flmmph? Kmphrmpphh?”
Nobody responded.
Stephanie exhaled. She explored some her mobility. Her little mobility. She could wiggle her elbow and shoulders. Her lower body was pretty much restrained. And near her head, the weight of the golden medals made every movement hard to perform.
Floria will be back soon, right? She hasn’t left me. She knows I’m in her bedroom.
Stephanie moaned. Her mouth felt dry and the socks felt completely soaked. She bit them and tried to shake her head. The medals reduced her movement.
Karissa also knows I’m here. She saw me. She’s the one who gagged me. If Floria doesn’t come, she will release me.
There is no need to worry.
Time passed slowly. Real slowly. The lack of a clock or any way to measure the time made things worse for Stephanie. How long would it take for Floria or Karissa to return? Sure thing the argument had been bad. They had yelled. They had disliked each other. But they wouldn’t forgot about her.
They know I’m here.
But what is taking them so long?
A new pressure appeared for Stephanie, below her belly. Neither the ropes nor her bent position generated this uncomfortable sensation.
Her bladder.
“Mmmph… Flmmphh? Kmphrmph?… FLMMPHH? KMMRMPH?”
Nobody answered her call.
Stephanie jerked her hips and waist. This couldn’t be happening, not right now. Not alone. The girls had always agreed on safety procedures to avoid these cases: the most important, to never leave a captive alone for long times.
“MMMPHHH!”
The pressure conquered a bit of Stephanie as the time passed. She wiggled her body against the ropes and the floor. Her attempts to shift the pressure or distract herself didn’t achieve her objective. Stephanie called for help again and she realized.
Nobody was coming.
Her fingers trembled. She used most of her remaining strength to bend her legs even closer to her body. The pressure on her bladder was worse. But her nails could now scratch the ribbons around her mouth.
Stephanie scratched them, a bit each time. She touched every crease and pulled it down, towards her chin. One by one, inch by inch, she lowered the ribbons. The need to go to the toilet was too big, but she couldn’t give up.
The last of the purple ribbons that were covering her mouth moved past her lower lip. She breathed heavily. She shook her head and worked her jaws. Her tongue pushed the socks out of her mouth and she spat them.
“Flo…ria… Kar… Kari… ssssa….”
Her throat was dry and sore. She tried to call again. Her voice couldn’t reach anyone outside the bedroom. Small tears appeared on the corner of her eyes. This couldn’t be happening to her.
She leaned forward. Her teeth dug deep into the rope that hold her wrists to her knees. And she pulled. She pulled hard once, twice, thrice. She lost count of how many times she bit and pulled the ropes.
Until finally, she untied it.
Oh, God. Oh freaking God…
Stephanie rolled on her front. She got on her knees. Her limbs were still weak, but she could move them now, at least. She took a deep breath. She had already accomplish the hardest thing to do. Now she needed to stand up and move to the bathroom.
I can do this!
I have to do this!
Floria and Karissa aren’t coming to help me.
She moved around until she faced Floria’s bed. Her hands grabbed the mattress and she tried to use it to help her on her feet. The sheets slipped through her fingers. She fell on the floor on her left side.
“Ahhh….”
She rolled again. This time, she leaned against the bed first. She grabbed the sheets and pressed her elbows on the mattress. With a final push, she finally got on her feet.
Hop, Steph, hop!
And she hopped. She moved from Floria’s bed to the bedroom door. The medals swung around her and made balance difficult to keep. They also hit her shoulders and back from time to time. As if she didn’t need more obstacles.
She opened the door with her bound hands. She spotted the bathroom door. Stephanie hopped again. One of the medals hit her right clavicle.
“Argh… f*ck…”
She felt the strain in her muscles. After hours of being trapped in a ball tie position, her thighs hurt. She arrived at the bathroom door and fell against it. Her forehead touched the wood while her hands and forearms pressed it to avoid falling.
So close, I’m this freaking close.
Stephanie took one more breath. She grabbed the handle and opened it. She entered the bathroom, one hop after the other. Instinctively, she pushed the door back and closed it with her elbow. Bad idea.
F*ck. I can’t see. Dumb Stephanie. Idiot, idiot.>
No time to find the light switch. She hopped, trying to look for the toilet. Only the pressure in her bladder overcame the pain in her clavicle and her thighs. She moved forward. And she hit it.
“Auch… f*cking… darkness…”
The low curse escaped from her dry and sore throat. Multiple objects fell on the floor. Toothbrushes, glasses, some other plastic things. No glass shattered. Stephanie sighed.
“COULD YOU JUST BE QUIET IN THE BATHROOM, FOR GOD’S SAKE, FLORIA?”
Three hard pumps on the wall joined Karissa’s angry voice. Stephanie had no time. She hopped again and again. Her feet kicked the objects that had fallen in different directions.
Until she finally reached for the toilet.
She remained sat way after she had finished her business and pulled her underwear and shorts back on. That had been super close and super dangerous. She looked at the white rope that secured her hands in front of her. Among the darkness, she could barely distinct anything else.
Stephanie grabbed her golden medals and the ribbons around her neck and pulled them over her head. She dropped on the floor. The impact made a loud metallic noise.
Five seconds later, Karissa knocked hard on the door.
“WHAT HAVE I JUST TOLD YOU? DO YOU REALLY NEED TO BE THIS LOUD?”
Stephanie raised her head and stared at the direction of the door. She didn’t reply. Karissa muttered a curse and her footsteps sounded far and far. She slammed her bedroom door.
She leaned her head forward and her teeth picked the white rope. It took her some minutes to untie them all. She removed the ropes around the rest of her body.
The blonde stood up and looked for the light switch. She found it and looked at all the mess she had done when she entered. She tried to cough but her throat was still dry.
She washed her hand and cleaned everything, as best as she could. She didn’t remember how the things were before she dropped them, but at least they weren’t on the floor anymore.
She picked up the rope, the two medals and walked outside the bathroom. Her thighs were still stiff. She looked at Karissa’s bedroom door. She stared at it among the darkness. The blonde bit her lower lip. She didn’t dare to knock on the door.
Stephanie shook her head. It had been too much for one day. She returned to Floria’s bedroom. The blonde dropped the ropes on the bed. A big sweat spot had appeared where she had laid for hours before. Stephanie hadn’t noticed but now she realized: cold sweat was running through her face, neck and back.
She picked up her bag and walked out of the bedroom. She reached the kitchen, took a nearby glass. She opened the tap, filled and drank it.
She walked quietly and slowly until she reached the door. Karissa’s keys were on the bowl. She unlocked the door, returned the keys to the bowl.
As she opened the door to leave, she gave the apartment one last look.
This was supposed to be fun.
What time is it?
Where… where am I?
How long as it been?
Stephanie made a soft moan as she opened her light blue eyes. It took a moment for them to get used to the darkness that surrounded her. She hadn’t moved anywhere. She laid in the middle of Floria’s bedroom.
The blonde didn’t move. She remembered it. She had her hands bound in front of her. A rope tied it to her knees, that were also tied together. More ropes held her in a tight ball tie.
The purple ribbons secured the socks inside her mouth. She had fallen on her side, her left cheek touched the cold golden medal. The other one hung behind her nape.
She blinked as her eyes looked into the dark room. How long had it passed since she had fallen asleep? And more important…
How long has it passed since Floria left?
She remembered what happened. She had come, with Floria and Camilla, to Floria’s apartment so the tall girl could tie her up for fun. That had gone well. Until Karissa had appeared and had an argument with Floria.
No, that wasn’t it. We still had some fun here. In Floria’s bedroom.
It had been the second argument that left her in this predicament. Karissa had appeared, re-gagged her and left. That’s when the second argument had started. That’s when Floria disappeared and left her there.
But again… and Karissa?
“Flmmph? Kmphrmpphh?”
Nobody responded.
Stephanie exhaled. She explored some her mobility. Her little mobility. She could wiggle her elbow and shoulders. Her lower body was pretty much restrained. And near her head, the weight of the golden medals made every movement hard to perform.
Floria will be back soon, right? She hasn’t left me. She knows I’m in her bedroom.
Stephanie moaned. Her mouth felt dry and the socks felt completely soaked. She bit them and tried to shake her head. The medals reduced her movement.
Karissa also knows I’m here. She saw me. She’s the one who gagged me. If Floria doesn’t come, she will release me.
There is no need to worry.
Time passed slowly. Real slowly. The lack of a clock or any way to measure the time made things worse for Stephanie. How long would it take for Floria or Karissa to return? Sure thing the argument had been bad. They had yelled. They had disliked each other. But they wouldn’t forgot about her.
They know I’m here.
But what is taking them so long?
A new pressure appeared for Stephanie, below her belly. Neither the ropes nor her bent position generated this uncomfortable sensation.
Her bladder.
“Mmmph… Flmmphh? Kmphrmph?… FLMMPHH? KMMRMPH?”
Nobody answered her call.
Stephanie jerked her hips and waist. This couldn’t be happening, not right now. Not alone. The girls had always agreed on safety procedures to avoid these cases: the most important, to never leave a captive alone for long times.
“MMMPHHH!”
The pressure conquered a bit of Stephanie as the time passed. She wiggled her body against the ropes and the floor. Her attempts to shift the pressure or distract herself didn’t achieve her objective. Stephanie called for help again and she realized.
Nobody was coming.
Her fingers trembled. She used most of her remaining strength to bend her legs even closer to her body. The pressure on her bladder was worse. But her nails could now scratch the ribbons around her mouth.
Stephanie scratched them, a bit each time. She touched every crease and pulled it down, towards her chin. One by one, inch by inch, she lowered the ribbons. The need to go to the toilet was too big, but she couldn’t give up.
The last of the purple ribbons that were covering her mouth moved past her lower lip. She breathed heavily. She shook her head and worked her jaws. Her tongue pushed the socks out of her mouth and she spat them.
“Flo…ria… Kar… Kari… ssssa….”
Her throat was dry and sore. She tried to call again. Her voice couldn’t reach anyone outside the bedroom. Small tears appeared on the corner of her eyes. This couldn’t be happening to her.
She leaned forward. Her teeth dug deep into the rope that hold her wrists to her knees. And she pulled. She pulled hard once, twice, thrice. She lost count of how many times she bit and pulled the ropes.
Until finally, she untied it.
Oh, God. Oh freaking God…
Stephanie rolled on her front. She got on her knees. Her limbs were still weak, but she could move them now, at least. She took a deep breath. She had already accomplish the hardest thing to do. Now she needed to stand up and move to the bathroom.
I can do this!
I have to do this!
Floria and Karissa aren’t coming to help me.
She moved around until she faced Floria’s bed. Her hands grabbed the mattress and she tried to use it to help her on her feet. The sheets slipped through her fingers. She fell on the floor on her left side.
“Ahhh….”
She rolled again. This time, she leaned against the bed first. She grabbed the sheets and pressed her elbows on the mattress. With a final push, she finally got on her feet.
Hop, Steph, hop!
And she hopped. She moved from Floria’s bed to the bedroom door. The medals swung around her and made balance difficult to keep. They also hit her shoulders and back from time to time. As if she didn’t need more obstacles.
She opened the door with her bound hands. She spotted the bathroom door. Stephanie hopped again. One of the medals hit her right clavicle.
“Argh… f*ck…”
She felt the strain in her muscles. After hours of being trapped in a ball tie position, her thighs hurt. She arrived at the bathroom door and fell against it. Her forehead touched the wood while her hands and forearms pressed it to avoid falling.
So close, I’m this freaking close.
Stephanie took one more breath. She grabbed the handle and opened it. She entered the bathroom, one hop after the other. Instinctively, she pushed the door back and closed it with her elbow. Bad idea.
F*ck. I can’t see. Dumb Stephanie. Idiot, idiot.>
No time to find the light switch. She hopped, trying to look for the toilet. Only the pressure in her bladder overcame the pain in her clavicle and her thighs. She moved forward. And she hit it.
“Auch… f*cking… darkness…”
The low curse escaped from her dry and sore throat. Multiple objects fell on the floor. Toothbrushes, glasses, some other plastic things. No glass shattered. Stephanie sighed.
“COULD YOU JUST BE QUIET IN THE BATHROOM, FOR GOD’S SAKE, FLORIA?”
Three hard pumps on the wall joined Karissa’s angry voice. Stephanie had no time. She hopped again and again. Her feet kicked the objects that had fallen in different directions.
Until she finally reached for the toilet.
She remained sat way after she had finished her business and pulled her underwear and shorts back on. That had been super close and super dangerous. She looked at the white rope that secured her hands in front of her. Among the darkness, she could barely distinct anything else.
Stephanie grabbed her golden medals and the ribbons around her neck and pulled them over her head. She dropped on the floor. The impact made a loud metallic noise.
Five seconds later, Karissa knocked hard on the door.
“WHAT HAVE I JUST TOLD YOU? DO YOU REALLY NEED TO BE THIS LOUD?”
Stephanie raised her head and stared at the direction of the door. She didn’t reply. Karissa muttered a curse and her footsteps sounded far and far. She slammed her bedroom door.
She leaned her head forward and her teeth picked the white rope. It took her some minutes to untie them all. She removed the ropes around the rest of her body.
The blonde stood up and looked for the light switch. She found it and looked at all the mess she had done when she entered. She tried to cough but her throat was still dry.
She washed her hand and cleaned everything, as best as she could. She didn’t remember how the things were before she dropped them, but at least they weren’t on the floor anymore.
She picked up the rope, the two medals and walked outside the bathroom. Her thighs were still stiff. She looked at Karissa’s bedroom door. She stared at it among the darkness. The blonde bit her lower lip. She didn’t dare to knock on the door.
Stephanie shook her head. It had been too much for one day. She returned to Floria’s bedroom. The blonde dropped the ropes on the bed. A big sweat spot had appeared where she had laid for hours before. Stephanie hadn’t noticed but now she realized: cold sweat was running through her face, neck and back.
She picked up her bag and walked out of the bedroom. She reached the kitchen, took a nearby glass. She opened the tap, filled and drank it.
She walked quietly and slowly until she reached the door. Karissa’s keys were on the bowl. She unlocked the door, returned the keys to the bowl.
As she opened the door to leave, she gave the apartment one last look.
This was supposed to be fun.