Thanks! Yeah, Karissa had been enduring her restraints far more time than Camilla or Floria (and more uncomfortable as well). Stephanie wasn't expecting that. But like you said, it's two against one.Caesar73 wrote: ↑2 years ago There is a Transformation taking place: Janice getting more active and she obviously likes that. It will be very interesting how this will play out.
And then that Cliffhanger at the End! I did not expect that - and even Karissa is a Bitch at times but this time I understand her.
It is still two against one though.
Excellent writing as ever [mention]Mineira1986[/mention]
Thank you. So far yes, Stephanie will most likely add Janice to her collection of captives. But right now, she needs her help against Karissa.Beaumains wrote: ↑2 years ago Nice chapter! I really love the silly perspective of Janice, and the story being told that way.I liked these sentences. Stephanie just wants revenge and Cami, Floria and Karissa are angry, want to be released (and avenge themselves) but want to avoid further punishment. Janice is the only one who cares about the outcome of this game, and it seems like the time keeping task is just to keep her busy and have an extra pair of hands on hand. Ultimately, Stephanie will get tired of her and find an excuse to add her to her collection.Janice was unsure if that was a good time or not. The expressions of Floria and Karissa didn’t give away anything.
Part 19: PRESENT DAY
Stephanie fell hard on her butt and lost her balance. Her back hit the floor and Karissa fell on top of her. Karissa’s hands, still trapped in the straitjacket sleeves, attempted to grab Stephanie’s arms.
“Get off!”
Stephanie’s forearms slipped through Karissa’s hands. The bound girl lost her balance and fell on Stephanie’s torso. The blonde pressed her hands on the floor and pushed herself up. She dragged half her upper body away from her captive. Karissa’s hands slipped again.
“Come here!”
“GRMMPHH!”
Stephanie wrapped her legs around Karissa’s waist. She pulled her. Karissa lost balance again.
“Ahhh!”
Karissa’s head hit Stephanie on the stomach. The blonde threw her head backwards and spotted Janice.
“What… are… you… waiting… FOR?!”
Stephanie launched both of her arms and grabbed the straitjacket. She pulled it up, over Karissa’s head. Stephanie fell on her back, this time holding Karissa. The jacket covered Karissa’s eyes and face. Her arms hit around Stephanie. They swung around but only a few movements hit the captor.
“GIRL!”
Janice’s glasses fell until the tip of her nose. She looked side to side, up and down, jumped on her spot. Stephanie called her a second time and glasses fell off her nose and landed on the carpet. Janice knelt and put them back on.
“Oh… right… right…”
Stephanie gave Karissa a bear hug and pulled her close to her. Karissa’s arms hit the floor and the space to the sides of Stephanie’s head, but didn’t find her target. The blonde immobilized her prey’s upper body. Now she needed Janice to take care of her legs.
Something heavy hit the ground behind her.
“MMPHH!!” Floria groaned.
“What’s happening?” Stephanie shouted.
“N-nothing… I… tripped over…” Janice said, putting on her glasses again.
“Move your ass and go for her legs!”
Janice crawled away from the captives and reached a rope. She approached Karissa, whose arms were hitting the ground while the legs were kicking in the air.
“She’s moving too much!”
“JUST SAT ON HER LEGS, FOR GOD'S SAKE!”
Stephanie’s hug tightened. After a day of training and hours spent in bondage, Karissa couldn’t have the energy to fight back much longer. Her kicks lowered in intensity. It didn’t take long for Janice to sit on her thighs and immobilize her legs. Janice secured the ankles like she had done with Camilla.
“Ex-excellent…” Stephanie gasped.
Her blond hair fell on her red and hot face. But below the jacket, Karissa was having a worse time. Stephanie could feel the anger and frustration struggling under her arms and legs. She looked at Janice and nodded towards the tape. This time the girl didn’t take long to understand the message. Janice took the roll and wrapped it three times around Karissa’s legs.
“Are you sure of the t-tape?” Janice muttered, cutting it. “I mean, she’s wearing s-shorts and I don’t know if after removing…”
“Oh for crying out loud… Start the timer and then come to help me!”
Janice nodded and crawled to her phone. She pressed the start button.
“Great, now let’s get her hands!”
“But… how…?”
Stephanie grunted. She explained, interrupted by grunts and panting, how they would to it. They would remove one sleeve at a time and Janice would grab the respective arm. She would pull it behind Karissa, wrap the rope around her wrist, and repeat the same with the other arm. Stephanie’s arms and legs, still wrapped around Karissa, would ensure the big captive wasn’t going to put much of a fight.
To Stephanie’s pleasant surprise, it worked. Janice took more time than expected, but Karissa was now with her hands tied behind her back. Stephanie busted out in laughter.
“You are sooooo going to get it, big bear!”
Stephanie released her grip on Karissa. She covered her face with the straitjacket completely, muffling Karissa’s protests.
“Torso!”
Janice nodded one more time. She took the tape roll again and wrapped it around Karissa’s arms and upper body, five times. Stephanie grinned and pulled the straitjacket off Karissa’s face.
“Well, well…” Stephanie paused to take a deep breath. “You are giving us too much trouble…”
“MMMPHHHH!”
“Silence. Time to change your gag. But first…”
Stephanie raised up to her knees and wrapped her right arm around Karissa’s waist. It wasn’t as effective as desired, but it would hold Karissa down enough for…
SMACK
“MMPHHH!”
SMACK
“MMMMMPHHH!”
“You love getting spanked like a child, don’t you?” Stephanie asked, slapping Karissa’s ass with her left open hand.
“MMMMPHHH!”
"You are not getting anywhere, big bear.”
“FMMMPH YMMPH!”
Stephanie spanked Karissa one more time. She pushed her on her side and asked Janice for the tape roll. She grabbed it, took Karissa by her t-shirt and force her on her knees. Stephanie yanked the spandex pants that were wrapped around Karissa’s mouth, down to her neck.
“You already have the socks in that dirty mouth. So no changing gag for now, Kari.”
“MMMPHH!”
“Oh, just shush!”
Stephanie cut and put the tape strips on Karissa’s lips. Three of them. Karissa stared at the blonde as she pressed the tape on her cheeks.
“You will receive your punishment later, don’t you worry.”
Stephanie pushed Karissa on the floor again. She tried to roll on her back. Stephanie smiled and rolled her back on her stomach. She delivered her one more spank.
“MMMPHH!!”
“Hush, now stop being a pain in the ass. You lost and you are now the captive. Deal with it.”
Stephanie cleaned the dust from her t-shirt and stoop up. Her back and forearms hurt from the short fight. It could have been worse. She glanced at her captives and turned her head to Janice. The brown haired girl was sitting on the floor, near the couch, trembling a bit and sweat appeared on her forehead. Stephanie sighed.
“What was the time, Jenny?”
“Oh, that, right….” Janice stopped the timer. “Three minutes. Three minutes and seven seconds. That considering when, when you told me to start the timer because before…”
“I know, don’t worry about it.”
Stephanie extended her right hand. Janice took a second to came out of her shock. She nodded, adjusted her glasses, took Stephanie’s hand and stood up. Stephanie gave her a couple of pats on the shoulder and looked at the bound girls.
“So little Cami here is still ahead. Kari, on the other side, with three minutes, doesn’t look good, huh? And now for Floria…”
The doorbell rang.
The captives made muffled, confused sounds. Janice froze again. Stephanie’s heart accelerated as well. The doorbell rang again. The recent struggle with Karissa couldn’t pass inadvertent to the neighbors. Now they needed to do something about it.
“Put some music, Janine.”
“What? Mmm… What music…?”
“Do you have music in your phone? Put something for a party.”
“Yeah, but… OK, let’s see…”
Janice’s shaky hands grabbed her phone and looked for a song. Music started playing.
“Really? Backstreet boys, granma?”
Janice blushed. “Well, I… I like the classics and…”
The doorbell rang a third time. Stephanie had no time for this. She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. A man, probably in his thirties, walked from side to side just at the other side. Stephanie arranged her hair and opened the door, just a bit. Just enough for her head to be seen from the outside.
“Hey. Good evening.” Stephanie smiled. “Sorry, are we being too loud?”
The man frounced. “As a matter of fact, you are. Is everything OK?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Stephanie put her hair behind her ear. “Why?”
“We heard noises and shouts.”
“We are just having a girls nights. Playing games.” Stephanie moved her head from side to side. “You know, sometimes we can get a bit too competitive.”
The man crossed his arms. “The shouts were about grabbing legs, and arms and get another girl.”
“Oh, that?” Stephanie scratched her head. “We were playing Twister! You know, you have to put your left hand or your right foot on a specific color dot and not lose balance…”
Stephanie examined the man. From his expression, she could tell he wasn’t buying completely the story. Stephanie pressed her lips together, trying to look as innocent as possible. The few possible muffled sounds coming from the living room were covered by the sound of another Backstreet Boys’ song.
“May I ask to see if the two college girls who actually live here are here?”
Stephanie’s jaw dropped. “The two girls?”
“Yes.” The man put his hand on the door. “The tall, thin one and the other shorter.”
“Well… actually, you can’t.”
“Why not?”
Stephanie blinked. A pink shade appeared on her cheeks. “Because… we are not… presentable. You know, girls night, we decided to get a bit more comfortable. More comfortable clothes, you know.”
The man took a step back. Stephanie was glad that she had only opened a bit of the door, so he couldn’t see what she was wearing. This time, it was the man who blushed. Stephanie decided to keep pushing.
“You know. Just in… well…. Bra… and… panties….”
“I.. I…” The man turned around and raised his hand, telling Stephanie to stop. “I understand.”
“And we don’t like to exhibit ourselves. Specially some of the underwear can be a little too little…”
“There… there is no need to…”
“But, if you are comfortable, maybe you…”
“No, no, that’s OK. Just, please, keep it down. The noise, I mean.”
“Will do, thanks!”
Stephanie closed the door. Her eye returned to the peephole. The man walked away and disappeared. She rested her back on the door and looked at the ceiling. That had been close. A little too cocky than necessary.
“W-well? Stephanie?” Janice asked from the living room.
Stephanie stared at the ceiling for five more seconds. She lowered her head and smiled.
“Now it’s Floria’s turn, of course.”