Oh, well, for this story, just the two (Floria and Karissa). Can't/won't spoil for the other stories
Thanks for your comment! At first glance, yes, they may look like perfect roommates. Alas, as the original story shows, it turned out not to be the case. I'll try to reflect that progression as these short stories go.GreyLord wrote: ↑11 months ago This is the first that I have read in this series of stories, [mention]Mineira1986[/mention]. It is very enjoyable and I will have to catch up by reading the earlier parts. It seems to me that Karissa and Floria are perfect roommates. They agree on the rules of their games and, from what I have read so far, stick to the rules. Great story, thank you.
Thanks!
Part 3
After the training sessions had ended, nobody wandered around the Sports facilities. As a matter of fact, for non-scheduled training, most students trained on the other side of the campus, in the old facilities. That worked great for Gaby, Mac, and Barbara.
It did not work well for Floria and Karissa.
Handcuffs took the place of the initial rope cuffs, pinning their crossed wrists behind their backs. The three shorter girls had removed the ropes around their chests or arms, only to replace them with parachute cords. They had loosened the ones around their legs and ankles. Only allowing the tall captives to take small steps.
Black panel gags covered their mouths. As a final touch, each girl had a cotton rope tied to their handcuffs, which Gaby used as a leash. The group walked from the Sports Delegate’s office to the gym. Barbara and Mac lead the way, Karissa and Floria followed, with Gaby holding the leashes at the end.
Barbara looked at both sides before the group turned to a corner. She rubbed her right forearm. Two small scratches had joined the first one, none of them serious though. She glanced at Mac.
Mac, now walking in her black tank top, looked at another corner and nodded. The group followed. Her hoodie, now wrapped around her waist, had provided her enough protection for her arms from the scratches, but not from some minor bruises.
Mac unlocked the gym door. Floria and Karissa grunted through their gags, only for Gaby to shush them. The grunts stopped. Mac opened the door and turned on the lights.
—Don’t you worry, my tall prisoners,— Gaby said. —I’ve reserved the whole gym. Just for us. Nobody will distract us.
Mac grinned. —That would be me. The GSS is the true hero of today.
Barbara frowned. —The Jesus?
—GSS.
—Sounds like Jesus.
—No, it doesn’t. It’s the GSS. Gym Scheduling System,— Mac tapped her forehead. —My brain’s baby.
Gaby cleared her throat. —Enough with the nerd stuff. Barb, Mac, please make the prisoners comfortable.
Floria’s and Karissa’s looks darkened. “Comfortable” never meant comfort, not for the ones tied up. The two girls stood in their places while Barbara and Mac brought two blue gym mats. Gaby tensed the leashes on their cuffs.
—Just a precaution, my sweet captives. You’re not thinking of running away, are you?
If it had crossed their minds, now it was too late to try anything. Barbara took Floria and Mac took Karissa. They helped them to their knees and face down on the mats. The two girls tightened the ropes above and below their knees, as well as the ones around their ankles. Gaby walked away to lock the door. Barbara and Mac tied the leashes from the handcuffs to the ankles. Floria and Karissa laid hogtied on the mats.
Gaby walked around them, watching the handiwork. After two laps, she sat down in front of her prisoners. Barbara and Mac stood behind her.
—My dear, beautiful friends! Welcome! Thanks for joining us. I’ll be your gracious host for the evening.
Floria and Karissa glared at her. Gaby dragged herself across the floor until she sat inches away from the two captives. Barbara pursed her lips and glanced at Mac, who shrugged and cocked her head.
—My sweet prisoners, I’ve asked you both questions. And I must say, I’m not pleased with your answers.
Karissa mumbled something beneath her gag. Gaby shushed her and placed her finger on her gagged lips.
—You had your turn to talk, Kari. Now it’s your turn to listen,— said Gaby as she patted Karissa’s face and cleared some hair off her forehead. —It seems you both have decided your fate. But, would said fate be a paradise…?
—Mmmph!— grunted Floria.
Gaby pinched her nose and shook her head for a few seconds to silence Floria. She patted her head and continued. —A paradise or hell?
The short girl leaned forward and cupped both of the tied-up girls’ chins. They stared at her in silence. Barbara crossed her arms and huffed, while Mac put her hands together in front of her. Gaby smiled, released her prisoners’ chins, and patted their heads.
Barbara frowned as Gaby continued her speech. She talked about how the current state of the group would change after Floria and Karissa moved in together. As it wasn’t going to change anyway. Floria and Karissa would become seniors the following year, but this was already Barbara’s last year in college. Gaby had left some courses behind, so she would remain a senior. Mac would graduate with Barbara at the end of the term. But Mac had insisted on staying in college to study her master degree. The group would change.
Gaby gave the hogtied girls some pats on their heads and faces while she carried on with her monologue. Whenever they tried to protest or grunt, she would shut their words with a pinch on their noses. Although she kept talking like nothing was happening.
Barbara looked around. She had signed in for the fun, but standing behind Gaby and listening to her speech wasn’t fun for her.
—And this is why we all have gathered here today!— exclaimed Gaby, as she extended her arms in the most dramatic way possible.
Mac approached Barbara and whispered, —Shouldn’t “we all” mean more people? Camilla is not here, Stephanie is not here…
Barbara huffed again. —That is your complaint? She should stop talking and get over it with some action.
—Hey! You two! I’m doing my great speech! Barb, are you complaining again?
Barbara glared at Gaby. But it was Mac who intervened before she could talk.
—You’re being redundant, Gaby.
—Mac, is that the way to address your Sports Delegate?— asked Gaby.
Mac blinked. She lowered her head and took a step backward. Barbara stepped in. —Gabs, move on. We’re here to have some fun.
—Ugh, fine, fine. Let’s keep it running. Mac, Barb?
Barbara kept her arms crossed but smirked. —About time. Let’s start with some spanking.
—Nmmph!
—NMMMPH!
Mac tapped Barbara’s shoulder. —Uhm, Barb? Karissa doesn’t like spanking. So…
—So what? Tied-up people don’t get a vote.
—HMMPHH!
—You promised this time we’d be nice.
—I’m gonna be nice.
—MMPHH!
—Barb!
Barbara dropped her arms. —Fine. What do you want to start with?
—I want to start with tickling, of course!— Mac grinned. —Let’s remove their shoes.
The tied-up girls protested again. Mac knelt behind Floria and removed her sneakers, followed by her socks. Barbara remained in her spot.
—I’m not tickling their stinky feet!— she hissed. —They’ve just finished training.
—MMMMPHH!
—HMMPHH!
—First of all, they haven’t just finished training. They did take a shower in the dressing rooms,— said Mac, balling up Floria’s socks and stuffing them into one of her discarded shoes. —Second, it’s going to be fun. Tickling is fun.
—Tickling feet? Pass.
—Come on, Barb!
—No.
—You could always tickle her ribs if you don’t want to go for her feet.
Barbara exchanged a look with the angry Karissa. Barbara tapped her chin while Karissa gave her the deadliest look possible. Barbara smirked.
—Sure. That I can do.
—HMMMPH!
Gaby clapped. —Alright! Let’s set the time.
—Three minutes!— said Barbara. She sat behind Karissa.
Mac raised her hand. —Three series. One minute for tickling. Intervals of fifteen seconds to rest.
—Nerd…— whispered Barbara with a smile.
—Mac with the least funny way to say it. First minute commences… now!
—MMMPHHH!
—NMMMPHH!