Caesar73 wrote: ↑3 years ago
So far? Nicely played Carla
Although aided by the circumstances, she did the best she could. That Marias two helpers are out the picture surely was an added bonus. And Maria fell for it hook line and sinker
Yup, that was her best chance and she took it... finally!
Tieup1 wrote: ↑3 years ago
This is Carla's best chance to get free, and have her revenge. Just hope she and Hazel manage to overcome Maria.
Indeed, it was. Let's see how things work out.
Beaumains wrote: ↑3 years ago
Now the story truly takes shape. Let's see how well Maria can take her own medicine in this clusyer of crushes and past relationships. Good work!
Thanks!
Part 24
“What the... ? What are you doing?!”
Maria’s whole reaction took more time than I had expected. She had been really tired, too sleepy. And way too cocky to expect any counterattack from my part. And certainly not for me to have backup. By the time Maria started fighting back, both Hazel and I were on top of her, each one of us grabbing one of her arms.
“Let me go! You are in deep f*cking trouble!”
We decided to ignore her and kept trying to get her arms behind her back. But they were too fat for us, and the sweat caused by this struggle and by the party (after all, too many people in one close place, the dancing, the talking… it hadn’t exactly been a breezy place)... all of that was making it difficult for us. We could keep her down on the floor but it was hard to restrain her. Until I turned my head to my side.
“The cuffs!” I shouted.
Hazel and my ex-girlfriend looked at them at the same time. The handcuffs had been dropped by Maria and they were now a few inches away from my friend’s reach. I grabbed both of Maria’s wrists and held them just above her stomach while Hazel let her go and went for the cuffs. The new captive kept struggling under me, making it difficult for me to control her.
“Stop it! Damn it!” I shouted again, for the first addressing my former captor.
“You are so dead! Once I get you, you are dead! You can’t do this!”
My ally grabbed the cuffs and now we were two on top of Maria again. Twisting her arms was considered but we were tired and, at least me, really wanted to get to the torture part, not the capturing part. So I held her wrists together as Hazel cuffed them in front of her.
“Ouch, you freaking b*tches, these are too tight!!” Maria protested. I tightened them even more. “Stop it!”
“Now, where have I heard it before?” I asked, tauntingly. “Oh right. I said it to you, when you tried to play the bully, captor role. Now it’s time for you to learn your lesson.”
“You are so dead! Dead, you hear me?” She kept yelling at me. “Somebody is going to come! I’ll just keep yelling and…”
“Really?” I sat on her thighs, facing her, holding her wrists with one hand and her chin, forcefully, with the other. “No one is coming. Most of the neighbourhood is gone for the long weekend. Of course, you may have thought of that when you decided to capture me a few days ago. Also, the music is still playing in the living room. Meaning that, in your best scenario, all they will hear and think about are muffled sounds made by drunk party girls.”
“I’ll have you under my thumb in no time!” She threatened me again.
“We shall see about that.” I replied, smiling.
Meanwhile, Hazel was preparing the stuff she had recovered from my room. There were lots of rope and a couple of tape rolls. More than enough for that night. The next day we could use more things to restrain and punish my ex-girlfriend. I climbed off Maria, enjoying the fear and horror in her eyes, as she realized that now, she was going to be on the receiving end.
“Ok, how do you want to do this?” Hazel asked, looking at us.
I thought about the options. We could just leave Maria here, in the laundry room, tied and gagged for the night. But that would be too good for her. We could use some dirty clothes to gag her. Actual dirty clothes, not my clean one thrown into the basket. But even with that, I wanted to really make her pay. My eyes went from my now scared, inmobile ex-girlfriend on the floor, the gorgeous dark red haired friend who was kneeling next to the ropes and tape, and the door. I took a couple of steps, looked outside and smiled.
“I know what to do.”
I walked out of the room, and moved the dog’s old big cage. Behind it, there was a ladder. Small ladder, but taller than me. And certainly, taller than Maria. This was going to be really uncomfortable, as this whole weekend had been. But this time, not for me.
It was really heavy and big for me to bring it quickly. There were more crashing sounds as I maneuvered with the big metal ladder into the laundry room. There was not much space. Maria rolled as best as she could to avoid getting hit by it. I placed it, standing, and then opened its legs. Still tall. Good.
“Stand up now…. prisoner…” I said, pronouncing the last word slowly, savouring the moment.
“I am not your f*cking prisoner!” Maria spat back at me.
“I just gave you an order. Hazel, would you mind helping me?” I knelt next to our prisoner and Hazel did the same.
“And why are you helping her?” Maria asked, looking at the other girl who grabbed her elbow and was pulling her on her feet. “Can’t you see what she’s doing?”
“For what I’ve heard, you’ve done the same to her, right?” She asked back. “That explains a lot. Why you two are together, after you broke up so… horrible. Why she’s wearing that prisoner uniform. Why this place was filled with your annoying, loud friends. I am just helping to make this a balanced situation.”
Maria couldn’t believe her ears. She had stopped fighting us, although it wasn’t because she was ready to comply. It was because of surprise and shock. She couldn’t believe I had turned the tables against her. She couldn’t believe that a girl she had a crush on was helping this to happen. “Is it all true?” Hazel asked, as Maria’s back was pressed against the ladder.
“Well… yes!” Maria said, almost yelling. “Yes, I did it. I had to. It was my duty. And I am sorry, I am really sorry if this was too much. This is totally unnecessary. You don’t have to do this.”
“Don’t trust her.” I said, walking towards the rope and taking it. “She’s a good actor. Don’t let her deceive you.”
In fact, that broke her character. Her eyes turned into anger as she looked at me. “You have no idea what you are getting into. Both of you.”
“I heard enough.” Hazel replied. “Now I am going to enjoy punishing you for being a bad person to sweet Carla.”
I blushed there and got distracted for a moment. I shook my head. No, no distractions. I could enjoy the fact that Hazel had called me sweet any other time. Now it was all about revenge.
“Where are the cuff keys?” I asked Maria.
“What are you going to do… Carla?” Maria asked back.
I sighed and shook my head. “Look, we can make this easy or not. I am doing you a favor. Give me the keys for the cuffs or your wrists are going to get really tight. Tighter than right now.”
I saw her nostrils trembling from the anger. But she decided to go along with me. “My left pocket.”
“Good girl.” I gave her a mocking, quick pat on her head, before frisking her pants and retrieving the key. First, I loosed them, then double locked the cuffs, preventing them from tightening.
“And now…” I looked at the ladder. My strength from all the sports practice would come in handy. I tied one end of the rope to Maria’s cuffed hands. I made it secure the knot would not untie. Not that I had to worry about any blood circulation of damage to her wrists, as the rope was tied to the chain link and the cuffs were already double locked. It would hurt, certainly, but I was ready to stop before any permanent damage could be done. However, of course, I wasn’t going to tell that to my ex-girlfriend.
I then signaled with my hand to Hazel, so she would stay here, holding the rope. while I walked to the other side of the ladder, behind Maria. I moved my hand again, like calling someone. She looked confused. I smiled. She looked so cute while having that expression. I pointed at the rope. Her confusion turned into delight. She smiled back at me and threw the rope over the top of the ladder. I grabbed it and pulled it. With the rope tied to Maria’s cuffed wrists, and going over the top of the ladder, it worked as a kind of pulley. Soon, her hands were lifted above her head and even higher, as I kept pulling.
“Hey, what the…?” Her hands were pulled even higher, making her stand on her tiptoes. “Hey! Stop it! Carla!”
“I am guessing you didn’t stop when she said it while she was your prisoner.” Hazel said, crossing her arms and smiling, clearly enjoying the scene. “Pull it!”
My smile was broad by this point. Encouraged by Hazel, I pulled the rope again. Maria was lifted even more from the ground, barely touching it. The rope tried to get away from my hands, but I was strong. Tired, but still strong. I could hold it enough time to tie it to one of the lower ladder steps. A simple knot, easily untied maybe. But not if Maria couldn’t reach it. And she definitely couldn’t reach it.
“Put me down! Put me…” Maria struggled to keep her feet on the ground. The tie was very restrictive. And uncomfortable. Just perfect.
“Oh, prisoner, we are just getting started…”