brashieel wrote: ↑2 years ago
Ah! The return of the sock gag! Plus Floria to the rescue... maybe!
Yup! The sock gag is back. Not good news for Camilla, though, she really, like really hates it. Will Floria rescue Camilla?
Beaumains wrote: ↑2 years ago
Ah, well, and so the troubles continue. Poor Cami. Somehow I suspect it won't be the end of her troubles, but more generally, I have no clue where this is going. Keep it up!
Oh, I hope this chapter gives the readers at least one clue to where the story is going.
Caesar73 wrote: ↑2 years ago
Seems like Floria is here to save the day - if Karissa complies, and somehow I doubt that it will that easy
Karissa complying? Do you know how crazy that sounds? Hehehe
Hywok wrote: ↑2 years ago
Loved the original, so glad you are writing the sequel, thanks!
Oh, so glad you enjoyed the original story! =)
Part 8
Floria gasped, the spandex cloth that had been in Stephanie’s hands now wrapped tightly around hers. Her eyes met Karissa's, who remained motionless watching her, her hands resting on the closed trunk. As a drop of sweat ran across her right cheek, Floria took another step forward. “I said, NOW!”
“I don’t know what you are talking about…”
Karissa slowly moved away from the trunk, towards the driver’s seat. She moved backwards, clearly trying to keep Floria on sight and not give her back to her. The basketball player was quick, Before Karissa could even get to the door, she grabbed her arm. “I’ve just seen you putting Camilla in there. Now open the freaking trunk!”
“Or what?” Karissa pulled her arm out of Floria’s grip.
“Or I’ll make sure to call security and they will force you to open the trunk anyway.”
Both ex roommates stared at each others’ eyes. Karissa shook her head and let out a small laugh. “Whatever. I won’t be here by the time you get them to come.”
Floria’s fingers increased their pressure around the spandex. “Then I’ll kick your ass right here, right now, like I did last week. Do you remember how that began?”
Karissa took a step closer to Floria and their eyes met again. Floria could hear some muffled sounds coming from the trunk. How much time had passed since Karissa had captured Camilla? She could remember her taking socks from her backpack, meaning they had most likely found their way into Camilla’s mouth. Floria knew how much Camilla hated dirty stuff used as a gag. She didn’t have much time, but Karissa didn’t move. The spandex tightened around her fingers again, and her knees bent a little bit. Her eyes checked Karissa’s once again, wondering which her reaction was going to be.
“Fine!” Karissa said, after seconds that felt like several minutes of staring. “You want her, you got her. But you better deal with her bratty attitude.”
Bratty attitude? Floria’s nostrils flared as her fingers were now hurting from the pressure of her own grip. However, Karissa was already returning to the trunk, so Floria didn’t react. If she was going to free Camilla, that was all that mattered. The last time they had brought the fight to the campus, it had been at night and during a break. Right there, it was still in daylight. And if any loud noise could attract people to the scene. Getting Camilla was the important thing now.
The trunk opened and Karissa took a step backwards. Floria, who was still at the driver’s door, looked around. Karissa just extended her hand, presenting the open trunk. “Go ahead, take your baby home.”
Floria walked slowly. Her eyes never left Karissa, who was just looking at her impatiently. She still held tight the spandex in her hands, although not as tight as before. Her fingers weren’t hurting any more. Once she was right behind the car, she looked in sight. Camilla, sweating under the hood and the straight jacket beneath it, her feet covered only in socks and, of course, Karissa’s sweaty socks stuffed right in her mouth.
“Geez, come on, let me take those.” Floria picked up the sock gag and pulled it swiftly out of Camilla’s mouth. She tossed them aside as she picked her roommate and friend. “Are you ok?”
Camilla spat into Karissa’s trunk, her face twisted into a disgusted gesture. “Yes, I am… WATCH OUT!”
Floria got to turn around to her left side when she felt something tackling her from behind. Or most accurate, somebody tackling her from her side. She lost her balance and fell into the trunk, using her arms to prevent hitting her head. She turned her head to watch Karissa, now right behind her, attempting to shut the trunk with her hands.
But before she could do it, Floria’s long, thin legs trapped Karissa’s torso. Surprised by the attack, Karissa found herself being pulled into the trunk, as now it was impossible to close it due to three people crowding it.
The girls gasped and moaned, but no other word was spoken. Like it was a silent agreement not to draw any external attention, the girls struggled with each other. Karissa jerked her upper body, trying to escape from the long clamps holding her tightly. Floria squirmed as Karissa’s legs, knees and bottom pressed against her body. Camilla just tried to move out of the way. The weight of two larger girls was almost unbearable to her, and with her trussed up arms, the situation was only worse for her.
Floria dodged her head out of Karissa’s legs and raised her back a little. Enough for her to get the higher ground and a better view of the situation. She tightened her legs, reducing Karissa’s movement. The athlete’s right foot made a blind kick and hit Floria on her ribs. Floria gasped, but she could take the pain. She was lucky, as a kick directly on her stomach would have forced her to break the grip. But now she had enough focus and breath to grab Karissa’s right hand and started wrapping the spandex around it.
Karissa grunted. The silent agreement was still in force. It wasn’t until Floria took Karissa’s other wrist and secured it next to the other one when Karissa finally spoke. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
Floria’s hands made a quick knot and then pushed Karissa’s legs out of the way. Her eyes spotted the discarded sweaty socks. Using her legs and Karissa’s weight as leverage, she raised herself and reached for them. “LET ME GO, LET MMMMPHHHHH!!!”
Fingers were pressed against the socks, pushing them deeper into Karissa’s protesting, angry mouth. Floria tried to take a deep breath, but the pressure on her body was very big. She relaxed her hold on Karissa and her hands found the car walls. Slowly, she pushed and got herself out of the car, falling into the hard ground outside.
“Ouch! Sh*t...” She moaned. Her left elbow and forearm felt a sharp pain. She immediately touched them. Not blood, just a scratch. She finally took her deep breath as two different voices moaned inside the trunk.
“Right, right.” Floria stood up slowly, her torso, legs and arms still hurting. Karissa was struggling madly, trying to get rid of both the sock gag and the spandex holding her hands together. All the movement was burying Camilla into the trunk floor. Floria pushed Karissa further, deeper into the trunk and pulled her out of it.
Camilla’s face was red and she panted heavily. Floria helped her sit down on the floor and grabbed the hoodie. As quick as possible, she pulled it over Camilla’s head, revealing the straightjacket. Camilla was still recovering as Floria began loosening all of the straps. By the time the last one was removed, the short girl finally spoke. “What took you so long?”
“I’m sorry, I was distracted with the trainer admonishing me and…”
“I know, I know, just kidding. Geez, that was horrible. Awful. And the socks….”
“I’m so sorry.” Floria pulled the straightjacket and Camilla laid there, her back pressed against one of the wheels, now wearing her old light blue t-shirt. “This is the last time we’ll be using the straightjacket in public, I swear.”
Camilla nodded one time and stopped. Her attention turned to the sounds of kicking and struggling inside the trunk. She exchanged a look of complicity with Floria. “I hope that wasn’t the last time…”
“I… Are you sure about it?” Floria pressed her lips together. “Last time we did this, it ended up horribly.”
“You owe me this one.” Camilla walked to the driver’s door, opened it and grabbed the handle that opened the trunk. “Besides, it would be inhuman to keep big Karissa locked up in her own trunk, don’t you think?”
Floria’s eyes went from Camilla to the noisy trunk, back and forth. The scratches on her arms itched a little. “Yeah, why not?”
After a few minutes, Karissa was thrown inside her own back seat. The straight jacket had been forced on her, with her hands barely reaching the end of the sleeves. However, with all the straps around her arms, shoulders and torso, her upper limbs were rendered useless. The remaining resistance she could put was reduced to her legs, which were already taken care of by Floria, the shoelaces being tied tightly with each other.
On the other end, a gleeful Camilla sat right next to Karissa’s head. The sweaty socks had been inside her mouth and she was angrily shaking her head, trying to push them out. Camilla’s eyes enjoyed watching the disgusted faces Karissa was making whenever her tongue touched the dirty material. She waited until the socks were half way out before pushing them back in.
“MMMMPHH!!”
“Oh, yummy, yummy, yummy…” Camilla cooed as she took the spandex cloth. “I’m going to help you to really savor the yummy taste of your own socks.”
“MMMMMMMPHHHH!!”
But the cloth was wrapped around Karissa’s mouth and head tightly despite her protests. Floria finished securing her feet and both girls looked at the tied up girl, still thrashing around on the back seat. “She’s still moving too much, Floria.”
“What do you suggest?”
Camilla observed the straight jacket carefully as Karissa rolled onto her side with her struggles. A single strap dangled from her belly button. Camilla smiled. “I know what to do.”
Floria opened her mouth to stop her, but she felt Karissa’s foot, a sharp pain on her thigh. Floria gasped, rubbed the spot and looked at Camilla. “Go for it.”
“Okie dokie.” The short girl took hold of the strap and brought it beneath Karissa, between her thighs until it reached the other side. Karissa’s eyes widened in horror and her struggles intensified.
“NMMPHH! NNMMPHH!!”
“You are gonna love this.” Camilla tugged the strap a couple of times and then secured it to Karissa’s back. She pulled it one more time and Karissa stopped moving. “Ta da!”
Karissa grunted as she was rolled back to her stomach. The additional strap was giving her too much discomfort, and any movement, even the slightest ones, made her pull the strap. It felt like… “Feels like a little wedgie, uh? Well, not that little. But I guess you deserve that for being a big jerk.”
The tied up girl attempted a sudden movement to fight Camilla, but the crotch strap stopped her. Camilla giggled and raised her hand, delivering two quick smacks on Karissa’s butt. She made another movement and the strap was pulled again. She groaned and stopped. Camilla smiled and spanked her twice again.
“Now, it’s your turn to be a big girl and take your punishment.” She moved around and brought her face closer to Karissa’s. “Awww, such angry eyes. You need an anger management class.” Her fingers pinched Karissa’s even plumpier cheeks playfully as Karissa couldn’t make a single movement without feeling a great discomfort. “I hope you learn it quickly. For your own good.”
“Alright.” Floria opened the car door and exited it. She checked the scratches on her arm again. “We need to get moving.”
“WHMMMPHH?! YYMPHH CNMMMPT DMMPH THMMPHH!”
“Oh, relax, Karissa, we won’t leave you on your own. I mean…” Camilla chuckled but Floria continued. “We could and I bet Cami would love that. But it’s not safe. We will leave you in good hands. In the meanwhile, try not to move around. I’m sure that the additional strap is no fun.”
“I don’t know, Floria. I mean…” Camilla reached and gave Karissa’s ass a mocking quick squeeze. “Maybe she likes it, we cannot tell.”
“MMMMPHHHH!!!”
“Let’s go!” Floria closed the car door. Camilla sighed, gave Karissa’s hair a quick ruffle and exited the car as well. Floria, having retrieved Karissa’s car keys from her armband, shut the doors. “Well, this is definitely the last time we’ll see that straight jacket. And the last time today I see another person tied up.”
“Oh come on!” Camilla pouted. “You owe me, from letting me getting capture by that stupid gorilla.”
“Hey! I saved you! That’s gotta count!”
“Nopes. You owe me. It was your idea to surprise me with that jacket and your idea to bring me here wearing it. And your idea to have me wait at the parking lot while you had your little conversation with the teacher. Now, let’s go back home, clean your arm and you let me have some time on top.”
Floria winced. “Fine! But I have to give these keys and make sure Karissa won’t get into more trouble.”
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Stephanie hummed as silent as she could. Her blue eyes glanced at both roommates getting into Floria’s car. Her fingers played with Karissa’s car keys, behind her back. She even crossed her legs to stop the desire of hopping around.
Bugs, creepy guys, that online purchase she made and that was never delivered… She bit her inner cheek. Bad thoughts, bad memories and little actions, everything in her power to prevent that big smile that wanted to pop out on her face. At least until Floria and Camilla were out of sight.
Their car left the parking lot and disappeared. The smile, one of the biggest she had ever had, appeared on Stephanie’s face. Almost jumping, she reached Karissa’s car and looked inside. Facedown, the big athlete laid motionless. Her shoes tied together, sweaty socks stuffed in her mouth and secured by Stephanie’s own spandex pants and the straightjacket.
The blonde girl giggled. “Aaaaand Stephanie gets the first one. And the crowd goes wild…”