Missing practice (mf/ff)
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2018 10:53 pm
001.
A typical modern home. Large Panasonic television downstairs flanked by sofas. A conservatory and garage all part of the build. Dad is in there right now, doing an oil and spark plug change on the family car before it's time to collect his wife from work. The son, 12, thin with glasses and short brown hair in the messed up style, wearing faded blue jeans with a black Rick and Morty tee, Stan. We'll get to him soon enough. Let's begin with his sister.
Beth is 16. Slim, pale and toned, straight blonde hair to her shoulders. Not as busty as her best friend Maria, who like Stan we'll get to soon enough, Beth is a C, if you follow. We join her stood in her room, giving herself a critical once over in the full length mirror hung on one wall beside the wardrobe. She's dressed for exercises, as keen members of cheer squad fitness is important to both girls, and with finals approaching today is a special Saturday team workout day. So Beth has dressed accordingly, tight dark blue leggings, with an equally tight fitting black leotard worn over the top, and white running shoes to complete the outfit. She smirks at her reflection, the leotard over leggings combination makes her look like a superhero, classic Batman maybe. She picks up her phone to check on the time, Maria is due in a quarter hour, they're walking to the bus stop together. Putting the phone down on her desk, she looks to confirm her black cheer team hoodie is still hanging on the chair, go Pirates, when in walks her brother.
Stan peers around the door before entering, making a show of trying to be sneaky. He's carrying a Dominos pizza carrier bag, and has tied a red bandana around his mouth outlaw style. Seeing him in the mirror Beth sighs, not this again, and turns to confront him. She wags a finger. "Not today Stan, I've no time to be your little kidnap victim, as fun as it is, I've got a bus to catch." But it seems her brother is ignoring her, that or he just doesn't care, because he reaches into the bag and with a flourish pulls out some rope. The bag, she knows from previous games, is full of assorted lengths, all liberated from the trash. Dad used rope and a tarpaulin to protect the family caravan once upon a time, but now it lives on a farm out of harms way, and Stan has put the rope to good use. Also in the bag she knows are several old scarves for gagging her. Seeing him drop the bag onto her bed and advance, rope held ready, Beth sighs again, it looks as though Stan is going for the whole taken without consent variation of the game, a rarity, he usually asks first, but sometimes he likes to attempt catching her unawares. Luckily for her he never quite manages to get the ropes too tight, so if she simply plays along, and waits it out for the abandonment endgame, which sees him walking away and leaving her to some imagined helpless fate, then she can wriggle free and still be ready for her friends arrival. Decision made she kicks off her shoes, and barefoot turns her back to Stan, a clear signal in game speak that she's ready and willing. With a giggle he gets to work.
Five minutes later Stan steps back, his work done. Beth lays face up on her bed, doing little wriggles, testing the knots, checking and confirming her ability to escape relatively easily once her brother leaves. Her wrists have been tied crossed behind her, with her ankles tied together too. The gag is new, Stan knotted the usual cleave, a thin wool scarf forced into her mouth, then pulled tight and tied off behind as she bites down on the material, but this time thick medical bandage wrapping has been added, around and around her head it goes, completely covering her mouth and sealing in the scarf. It's a potentially worrying first instance of actual competence when kidnapping her she thinks, something to watch for or in a couple of games time she may even find herself truly helpless. She's always escaped by the time he comes looking for her, so she actually has no clue what he'd do to or with her were she to still be in the helpless tied and gagged state he left her.
Beth looks at Stan, and Stan looks at Beth. This is the part where he leaves, smiling at a game well played, leaving his sister to anything approaching twenty minutes of struggling before she frees herself from the final rope. Much less for a simple tie up like this one, nearer to the full twenty if Stan ties her to a chair or stretches Beth across her bed. Time for the endgame, except not today. As Stan reaches the bedroom door he nearly bumps into Maria, who arrived early and was let in by the Dad, with a vague wave as he did suggesting he thought his daughter was likely upstairs. She walks into the room, Stan backing up as she does to give her space, and sees her best friend trussed up on the bed, with the bag of ropes still dangling from Stans left hand.
Stan freezes, caught in the headlights. Beth freezes mid wriggle, slightly embarrassed since she never shared the details of this particular family past time with her friend. Both wait to see what Maria will do.
A typical modern home. Large Panasonic television downstairs flanked by sofas. A conservatory and garage all part of the build. Dad is in there right now, doing an oil and spark plug change on the family car before it's time to collect his wife from work. The son, 12, thin with glasses and short brown hair in the messed up style, wearing faded blue jeans with a black Rick and Morty tee, Stan. We'll get to him soon enough. Let's begin with his sister.
Beth is 16. Slim, pale and toned, straight blonde hair to her shoulders. Not as busty as her best friend Maria, who like Stan we'll get to soon enough, Beth is a C, if you follow. We join her stood in her room, giving herself a critical once over in the full length mirror hung on one wall beside the wardrobe. She's dressed for exercises, as keen members of cheer squad fitness is important to both girls, and with finals approaching today is a special Saturday team workout day. So Beth has dressed accordingly, tight dark blue leggings, with an equally tight fitting black leotard worn over the top, and white running shoes to complete the outfit. She smirks at her reflection, the leotard over leggings combination makes her look like a superhero, classic Batman maybe. She picks up her phone to check on the time, Maria is due in a quarter hour, they're walking to the bus stop together. Putting the phone down on her desk, she looks to confirm her black cheer team hoodie is still hanging on the chair, go Pirates, when in walks her brother.
Stan peers around the door before entering, making a show of trying to be sneaky. He's carrying a Dominos pizza carrier bag, and has tied a red bandana around his mouth outlaw style. Seeing him in the mirror Beth sighs, not this again, and turns to confront him. She wags a finger. "Not today Stan, I've no time to be your little kidnap victim, as fun as it is, I've got a bus to catch." But it seems her brother is ignoring her, that or he just doesn't care, because he reaches into the bag and with a flourish pulls out some rope. The bag, she knows from previous games, is full of assorted lengths, all liberated from the trash. Dad used rope and a tarpaulin to protect the family caravan once upon a time, but now it lives on a farm out of harms way, and Stan has put the rope to good use. Also in the bag she knows are several old scarves for gagging her. Seeing him drop the bag onto her bed and advance, rope held ready, Beth sighs again, it looks as though Stan is going for the whole taken without consent variation of the game, a rarity, he usually asks first, but sometimes he likes to attempt catching her unawares. Luckily for her he never quite manages to get the ropes too tight, so if she simply plays along, and waits it out for the abandonment endgame, which sees him walking away and leaving her to some imagined helpless fate, then she can wriggle free and still be ready for her friends arrival. Decision made she kicks off her shoes, and barefoot turns her back to Stan, a clear signal in game speak that she's ready and willing. With a giggle he gets to work.
Five minutes later Stan steps back, his work done. Beth lays face up on her bed, doing little wriggles, testing the knots, checking and confirming her ability to escape relatively easily once her brother leaves. Her wrists have been tied crossed behind her, with her ankles tied together too. The gag is new, Stan knotted the usual cleave, a thin wool scarf forced into her mouth, then pulled tight and tied off behind as she bites down on the material, but this time thick medical bandage wrapping has been added, around and around her head it goes, completely covering her mouth and sealing in the scarf. It's a potentially worrying first instance of actual competence when kidnapping her she thinks, something to watch for or in a couple of games time she may even find herself truly helpless. She's always escaped by the time he comes looking for her, so she actually has no clue what he'd do to or with her were she to still be in the helpless tied and gagged state he left her.
Beth looks at Stan, and Stan looks at Beth. This is the part where he leaves, smiling at a game well played, leaving his sister to anything approaching twenty minutes of struggling before she frees herself from the final rope. Much less for a simple tie up like this one, nearer to the full twenty if Stan ties her to a chair or stretches Beth across her bed. Time for the endgame, except not today. As Stan reaches the bedroom door he nearly bumps into Maria, who arrived early and was let in by the Dad, with a vague wave as he did suggesting he thought his daughter was likely upstairs. She walks into the room, Stan backing up as she does to give her space, and sees her best friend trussed up on the bed, with the bag of ropes still dangling from Stans left hand.
Stan freezes, caught in the headlights. Beth freezes mid wriggle, slightly embarrassed since she never shared the details of this particular family past time with her friend. Both wait to see what Maria will do.