Sophomore Year - Chapter 15: "Our Eyes Are Up Here" (F/F, M/FF, MF/F) [Part 2 of 4]
Two days later I found myself sitting in my room getting ready for our appointment. Of course I was going to go and capture Jackie at the agreed upon time. I had to prepare myself that there might be some sort of trap or surprise waiting for me. But she seemed eager to gain my trust back and even if it was another betrayal…curiosity was always going to get the better of me. I had established that the odds of a trap were VERY low. Her desire to win me back appeared too earnest and genuine. And she’d never really lost me. Aside from Dale, she was my closest friend in the game. But I had still decided that I was going to subject her to one or two of my demeaning little games. The results of which would result in various rewards and punishments for her as my helpless captive. I didn’t know which game I was going to play with her though. So I decided to bring several. This resulted in my taking a backpack full of binding supplies, a small duffel bag full of game supplies, a soccer ball, some small orange drill cones, and a large piece of poster board up to the eighth floor. It was hard for me to even carry it all. If I was going to be ambushed, I was a sitting duck. Because my hands were not free at all. I arrived at the door to The Penthouse at 3:27 and found that it was locked. That seemed suspicious so I gave it a firm knock.
Jackie: Who is it?
Me: It’s Trent.
Jackie: Coming.
Jackie opened the door and stared at the absolute bevy of junk that I had brought with me. Her face contorted in confusion.
Jackie: What the hell is all this?
Me: I figured we could play a nice little game with you as my captive. But I wanted to keep my options open. So I brought a bunch of stuff.
I stepped into her room and placed my stuff down next to her dresser. It always flabbergasted me how much extra floor space there was in this room when compared to mine. We could certainly have a very fun time with games in this room. I eyed my soon-to-be captive and she was dressed about as casually as one could possibly be dressed. She had on a pair of jeans and a thin wool knit sweater that was a pattern of pink, maroon, and gold. She was, however, going barefoot today. I actually found the casual outfit comforting. I still thought that Jackie was an attractive girl and I definitely still got tingles when I tied her up. But she was now firmly my roommate’s girlfriend and I believed that certain boundaries needed to be respected. I had actually been mildly worried when she said that I would enjoy my revenge more if I came at 3:30. This implied that there would be some surprise for me. And I would worried that she would equate my enjoyment with titillation. But Dale hadn’t flinched at the comment. So clearly that was not to be the case.
Jackie: I’m so glad you came.
Me: Of course. I was intrigued by the specificity of your request. How could I not?
Jackie: So you still trust me?
Me: Let’s not go that far.
Jackie: Come on. Was there any question in your mind that I’d betray you again?
Me: You did seem pretty contrite.
Jackie: I am contrite. What Elisa did was pretty over the top. I got a little sick to my stomach when she showed me the photos. I knew it was going to be bad so I left like a little scaredy cat. But I probably should have stuck around and tried to temper things a little bit.
Me: Hindsight is 20/20. But should we get started. You’ve got a busy session ahead of you.
Jackie: Are you going to hit me with the rope to make it official?
Me: That’s just it. Today is your off day. It’s NOT official. You’re either waiving your freedom or you’re not. This is an at will capture. That was part of the trust.
Jackie: Oh yeah. Well, I appreciate your trust and I told you that I’d reward it.
Me: You did actually. I was wondering about that.
Jackie: And I am doing so by again committing a significant breach of trust.
Me: Oh boy. What now?
Jackie: Hold on. You’ll enjoy this. Wait here for one second while I go fetch something.
Jackie casually walked over to her bathroom door and entered her bathroom. She mostly shut the door, but didn’t quite shut it all the way.
Jackie: Hello there, precious. Yeah. You might have guessed that this isn’t going to be a fun hangout with just the two of us. We’ve got a friend out there and I think he’s been in withdrawals since he’s been adhering to that promise that he made you. Why don’t we go out and say Hello?
I heard a muffled, unenthusiastic reply, but couldn’t see who she was talking to. There was clearly somebody in the bathroom though. What was going on?
Jackie: I know. I know. But I promise I won’t let him be too mean. It’ll be low key. Super friendly. Nothing to worry about.
I heard a low sad moan come in response.
Jackie: Oh. Come on now. It’s not that bad. This is going to be fun. Let me help you out there. Stand up. Atta girl. Now give me nice, small, manageable hops.
With that I heard a series of small, delicate little padded thumps on the bathroom tile followed by a little grunt each time. Then I heard the pair in combination again. And finally, by the time I heard a third one, I could see Jackie walking into view holding the elbow of a very tightly packaged Courtney. The context of the conversation that I’d been hearing made me guess that something like this might be what was about to emerge from the bathroom. But it was about a thousand times more splendid actually seeing the sight of it. Whereas Jackie was dressed like somebody about to snuggle up on the couch with a book and a cup of cocoa...Courtney looked like she had just come from (or was kidnapped on the way to) a yoga class. I did find out later that this had not been the case. She just happened to be wearing this when Jackie captured her. But her outfit was that of some dark grey yoga pants with a black topographical design running along them. And a very tight black tank top. She was barefoot and her silky black hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail. It was hard to tell how tight the tank top actually was or if the tape job that Jackie had done on her just made it look that tight. Jackie was the only girl that I had yet to be captured by in this game. But she was admittedly no good at restraining anybody when it came to ropes. She was just all thumbs and couldn’t get the hang of it. So she was allowed to use duct tape regularly since her captures were so infrequent. Well, the girl clearly knew her way around some duct tape.
Courtney was a very enticing and thoroughly restrained package. Her legs were secured in five different spots with bands running around her ankles, shins, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs. Her upper body was secured in three places at the naval, just below her breasts and just above her breasts. She was also tightly gagged with tape wrapped around her mouth several times. Jackie didn’t appear to have packed her mouth quite as full as somebody like Elisa might have. Her cheeks seemed to swell less…but the edges of the tape definitely pressed into those same cheeks letting me know that the gagging had been done with a firm hand. Her arms had also apparently been pulled behind her back prior to her wrapping and were also meticulously worked over with duct tape. I’d clock Courtney’s chances of escape without serious assistance at >1%. When they first rounded into view Courtney met eyes with me for a brief second before turning away and blushing timidly. Jackie, in contrast, beamed excitedly at me with a 80 watt smile as I stared dumbfounded at the best gift that anybody had ever given me in my twenty plus years on this planet. She prodded her tightly taped and gagged friend take a few more hops forward until they were within regular conversation distance of me. Courtney gave a confused whimper to her captor. Clearly she had not been expecting my arrival.
Courtney: Mmmmppppphhhhh nnnmmmmppppphhhhh.
Jackie: So. I believe I told you that if you were willing to trust me, that I’d make this capture very enjoyable for you.
Me: That you did!
Jackie: So I brought you a nice little door prize to reward your faith. I hope that this will serve as an appropriate “I’m Sorry” apology.
Me: No need to apologize. You had me at “Hello”.
Jackie: I don’t think I said “Hello” to you.
Me: You didn’t. You said “Hello” to her. I believe the full salutation was “Hello there, precious”. The second I knew that this offering was being given…all was long forgiven.
Jackie: Good. I’m glad. But you do realize that I’m just paying you back for my betrayal by betraying Courtney? I’m just robbing Peter to pay Paul. I can’t imagine that Courtney will be too happy with me after this.
Courtney: Nnnnmmmppphhhhh mmmpppphhhhrrrmmpppphhhhhmmmmm!!!
Me: I can’t imagine that she will be.
Courtney glared angrily at Jackie and was apparently trying to stare a hole through the side of her head as Jackie sheepishly grinned, but refused to make eye contact with her. Rather just staring straight ahead and talking directly to me.
Jackie: But I figured that it wasn’t very nice of her to make you promise her a three week reprieve. That’s not very sporting. So I figured that we could get around that little embargo if I gave her to you as a gift.
Me: You’re ingenuity knows no bounds.
Jackie: But there are some rules. This isn’t a normal captive of yours. And I’m going to let you tie me up also, but since it’s my off day…I want to make sure that I have some assurances first.
Me: OK.
Jackie: I handed you over to Elisa and she was none too nice about it. She took some liberties that I did not approve of with you and Sam. And I’ll be more mindful of helping her out in the future.
Me: It’s water under the bridge. Elisa is going to do Elisa.
Jackie: Correct, but fifteen minutes ago, poor Courtney here thought this was going to be a fun, friendly hangout between two gal pals. Clearly, that’s not the case.
Courtney: Nnnmmmppphhhh mmmmppphhhhh mmpppphhhhh!
Now Jackie turned to address Courtney directly.
Jackie: I know, sweetie. And I’m feeling guilty all over again. But I’m going to be VERY clear with him. He is not going to torture you in the slightest. You are not his prisoner. You are his little bound and gagged VIP. He doesn’t have to let you go, but you’ll be treated the way that he is accustomed to treating me. No tickling or toying. No tormenting. He treats me like a queen usually. But today I’m in line for a little payback and I’m making sure that whatever payback he has planned is for me and me alone. I’m sure that he has some twisted punishments planned. Maybe he’s going to waterboard me with Diet Pepsi or stick thumbtacks in my calves. But you’re going to be pampered.
Courtney: Hmmmppphhh??
Jackie: Trent here gives one of the very best foot rubs on campus. I want him to treat you to one of those in between bouts of whatever unenviable fate he has planned for me. It’ll change your entire perspective on captivity. You’ll be a new woman.
Courtney: Nnnnmmmppppphhhhh!!! Nnnnnmmmmpppphhhhh!!!!! Nnnmmmppphhhh mmmmpppphhhh mmpphhhrrrmmmm!!!
Courtney started loudly protesting this plan of action. Clearly she was NOT interested in a foot rub. Jackie loved them. But to each their own.
Jackie: You don’t want one?
Courtney: Nnnnmmpppphhh!
Jackie: Fine. No foot rub. I guess that’s another demand. You got it, Trent?
Me: I’ve got it. I’m not going to release Courtney. But she’ll be given the right to refuse any other treatment from me. If she says No, that means No.
Jackie: Good. Sorry about the double cross, babe. But that sounds like a pretty good deal.
Courtney: Mmmmppphhhhrrmmppphhh.
Jackie: Don’t worry. You’re about to see me pay for sins in real time.
Me: I think you’ve got an idea that this will be worse than it is. You’ve been listening to Elisa too much. But let’s get started. Hands behind your back.
Jackie obediently placed her hands behind her back and spun around for me. She had crossed them without my even asking. So I simply picked out the appropriate sized length of rope and began the process of tightly cinching her wrists.
Me: Courtney, dear, I don’t want you to have to stand there uncomfortably while I get this little traitor squared away. Can you hop over to Jackie’s desk chair on your own or do you need some assistance?
Courtney: Nnnmmmppphhhhh mmmppphhhh Hhhrrmmpphhhhh.
Me: If you can do it by yourself, I’ll reward you by sticking ten less thumbtacks in Jackie’s calves. You’ll be cutting her punishment in half.
Courtney: Nnnmmmmppphhhh Hmmmppphhhh.
She scrunched her nose indignantly at us and glared at us defiantly. Jackie and I both let out a little laugh. I finished my cinch on Jackie’s wrists and pulled out another length of rope and began tying her elbows.
Jackie: I don’t think she wants to give you the satisfaction of seeing her hop around. I think she’d rather just stand there for ten more minutes.
Me: The satisfaction?
Jackie: We know you love to watch girls hop around. All you pervy boys do. You like to see the bounce and jiggle that happens when we do.
Me: I can assure you that I’m more of leg man. I’m still definitely a perv. But I’m watching the leg muscles tense and flex. That’s my jam. I’m sure the bounce and jiggle are great, but that’s not where I’m looking.
I finished cinching her elbows and noticed that I’d tied them a little tighter than I normally did.
Me: Ooohhh. I think that was tighter than I intended. Your elbows aren’t normally that close.
Jackie: I had noticed.
Me: Is that OK? Do you want me to loosen them?
Jackie: You’re asking me? You’re supposed to be taking revenge.
Me: Fine. I just want everybody to be comfortable.
I picked up my longest rope and looped it around Jackie’s torso pinning her arms to her side. I then began wrapping it around before pulling it through the normal anchor points of my standard chest harness.
Me: I want Courtney to be comfortable also. But don’t worry. If you don’t want to hop I can come and throw you over my shoulder to take you to your seat in a few minutes. Let me just finish this first.
Courtney: Nnnnmmmpppphhhhhh mmmmppphhhhh mmppphhhh mmpphhhhh!
Me: OK. I guess that’s a no go. I’ll pull the chair over for you to sit in momentarily.
Jackie: Come on, Courtney. Start hopping. Don’t you care about me. He whispered that he’s going to switch from Diet Pepsi to Diet Mountain Dew for the waterboarding unless you obey.
Me: I can’t make her do anything that she doesn’t want to do at this point. And saving your ass doesn’t seem to be a motivating factor for her either. I wonder why that could be?
I was putting the finishing touches on Jackie’s chest harness when I pulled the rope down and through the windings that were situated above her bosom. I threaded the rope between her breasts, looped it under the bindings that were below her breasts, pulled it through and looped it back up between her breasts again to create a bikini style chest tie. This was not something I normally did. Because it was a little forward and I thought that it might piss off some of the captives. But if this was a revenge tie…I thought it might be warranted.
Jackie: Oh boy, what have we here?
Me: A little improvisation. Do you like it?
Jackie: What will Dale think when I tell him?
Me: Just show him the picture that I take. You know…like how you shared with him details of the pictures of me and Sam. Once he sees it, I’m sure he’ll ask me to teach him how to do it.
Jackie (laughing): He probably will.
I knotted off the upper body ropes at the small of her back. I then went and retrieved Jackie’s desk chair. I brought it up right behind Courtney. I positioned myself in front of her and braced the chair’s wheel with my right foot so that it wouldn’t slide backwards when I pushed her into it. I simply pressed the middle three fingers of my left hand directly into her gagged mouth and gave her a little push as she fell back into the chair with a thump. She let out an unamused grunt.
Courtney: Mmmpppphhhh!!!
Me: Sorry. I’m just trying to make you a little more comfortable. It’s going to exhaust me watching you if you just stand there the whole time.
She simply kicked me in the shin with her bound bare feet as I walked away. I suppose I deserved that. I returned to Jackie and helped her sit down on the floor.
Jackie: You’re not going to put me on my stomach?
I grabbed a rope and began binding her ankles.
Me: No. Why would I do that?
Jackie: I assumed that I was getting a hogtie.
Me: No hogties today.
Jackie: Do you have something worse up your sleeve? I am generally curious as to what I’m in for. Waterboarding and thumbtack jokes aside.
Me: Simple. I’ve got some games that you’re going to play. If you perform well in the game, you get a reward. If you perform poorly in the game, you get a punishment. I’m not hogtying you because none of the games are conducive to you being hogtied. I want you secured. But I want you moderately mobile. If I hogtie you to the best of my ability. You’re going to stay right where I leave you. And there’s not going to be much that you’re able to do. We’re going to get a little workout in for you today.
Jackie: And what games will I be playing today?
Me: That remains to be seen. I’ve brought four that I’m looking to test. We’ll see what I decide I’m in the mood for when I’m finished here.
I proceeded to tie her knees and her upper thighs so that her legs were thoroughly restrained, but had enough mobility that they’d allow her to properly compete in my little tasks. Three of the four required her to be able to have some decent level of motor control over her legs. When I was done, I stood up and admired my work. She was a tightly bound package and we were almost ready to begin.
Me: Now what to gag you with. Any suggestions?
Jackie: I don’t see any reason why I would really need a gag. You like to talk. I like to talk. You like to talk to me. We could just keep each other company. It’s not like you’re going to be able to talk to Courtney. I don’t want you to get lonely.
Courtney: Hhhmmmmppphhhhh mmmpppphhhhh mmmpppphhhhrrrmmppphhhh.
I looked to Courtney thinking that she was just responding indignantly to Jackie’s dig at her helplessness. But she was in fact making eye contact with me and throwing her head in the direction of the door, trying to signal me something.
Me: Do you have something you’re trying to tell me, Courtney?
Courtney: Mmmmpphhhh hhmmmppphhh.
She nodded her head. She cranked her neck a couple more times in the direction of Jackie’s door and I walked over towards it to see what Courtney was trying to say.
When I was a couple of feet from the door Courtney started grunting again.
Courtney: Mmmmmppphhhh!! Mmmpppphhhh!!
I looked over at her and she again locked eyes with me and started cranking her head in a downward motion. I looked down and saw her black sneakers placed neatly on the ground with her white cotton socks nestled inside each shoe. I think I understood exactly what she was trying to tell me. I reached down and pulled the socks out of the sneakers.
Me: Did you want me to get these?
Courtney: Mmmppphhh Hmmmppphhh!
She nodded vigorously and threw a sadistic little wink at Jackie.
Jackie: Oh God!! You saucy little trollop.
Me: I don’t think she’s too happy with you, Jackie.
Jackie: Didn’t we ban socks as a gagging material? Wasn’t that in the latest Geneva Convention updates that we use for our captives?
Me: Elisa promised not to do it to Abbie ever again. I don’t think that means that I can’t do it to you.
Jackie: Oh boy. Well, thank God I captured you before you went on that run. Hopefully, they’re a little less sweaty now that you’ve quit the volleyball team.
I situated myself back next to Jackie as I balled the socks up. Turning them inside out for maximum effect.
Jackie: So how does this go? I know that I’m in for a surprise, but what’s Courtney going to be doing while I’m playing your little games?
Me: I figured that she’d be playing them right along side you. I figured a little friendly competition would motivate you two.
Jackie: What?!?!? Trent, you promised me that she would be-Mmmmmpppppphhhhhhh!!!!!!! Mmmmppphhhhh mmmppphhhhhhhh nnnnnmmmpppphhhhhmmmmmrrrrmmmmm!!!! Nnnmmmpppphhhhh!!!
Jackie thrashed around as I stuffed the socks into her mouth unexpectedly as she protested. I pushed them past her lips. They didn’t quite fill her mouth all the way, but they were definitely enough to garble her protests substantially. I then picked up the roll of duct tape and let some tape out with a satisfying rip. I placed the tape to her mouth and began to wind it around her head. She was giving me a death stare as I continued to wind the tape around her head. I lifted her French braid with each rotation to let the tape pass around. She wasn’t mad about the socks. She wasn’t mad about the gag. She was mad because she thought that I was going back on my word to not torture Courtney. I don’t break my promises, but I thought Courtney might be interested in what I had to offer.
Jackie: Nnnnnmmmmppphhhhhrrrmmppphhhh!!!!
I ripped the tape off from the roll and pressed the end down onto Jackie's face as she shot my daggers from her wide angry eyes. I wasn't going to do anything that Courtney wouldn't permit me to do. But I figured she might like to hear my offer.