It's quite hard to fill an entire summer with different missions, especially if you don't want too many boring surveillance missions. As I said earlier, the choice for Giselle's personality was deliberate. Someone without bondage experience being here for the first time would not show how weird the camp is. This gives a lot more options.Mineira1986 wrote: ↑2 years ago Nice chapter. So that's what the teens do between missions. When the story started, I thought it was going to be mission after mission. But now it feels more like a camp. Great.
It's a good contrast to see how most of the other teens seem to enjoy the activities but not Giselle. It makes her stand out for the readers. The cliffhanger is good: now we'll get to know what Swift Fox feels when she's in the ropes for the first time.
Thanks a lot for your kind words!Shotrow wrote: ↑1 year ago Finally got around to reading this, after it had been on my list for a really long time. It's a great story! The premise is original and the characters are strong. As others have said, Giselle stands out because of her cynicism and outsider status. Looking forward to more.
Promise, in the next part, your hopes will be fulfilled.
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“You guys are crazy!” Giselle whispered.
“Calm down,” Hanover replied as red rope circled the girl’s arm. “Don’t panic. It won’t hurt.”
Giselle’s legs had already been fastened to the mannequin on which she practiced her knots. Its head was removed, and they lay on each other, belly facing belly, on a yoga mat in the hallway near the tiny classroom.
Hanover patted Giselle on her head, proving she was caught and helpless and left to the mercy of the woman she had only met yesterday. “When needed, you’re freed instantly. Everyone’s first time is scary. As I said, just roll with it.”
Giselle sighed. Looking around, Ithaca fastened Hedgehog in the same way 100 feet away. They laughed and joked as Hedgehog expressed no fear or regret.
“This’s only practice. It’s a safe environment for you to explore what it’s like to be tied up. Nothing can go wrong.”
Giselle’s right arm was now plastered against the plastic limb. Around her wrists and below and above her elbow, three blood-red ropes bit into her skin. The black sweatpants and nylon t-shirt contrasted with the mannequin’s yellow shorts and tie-dye shirt. Giselle allowed her other arm to be bound similarly. This was embarrassing and utter humiliation, so she wanted to throw a tantrum but didn’t… Although Hedgehog was among these weirdos, she did not back up. So, how bad could it be? She had already shown not to have the brightest of the minds nor an outstanding physique. If Giselle would chicken out now or fail, she took an even bigger L, even though these games were lame.
“Open up, Swift Fox. Only the gag is left,” Hanover commanded. Giselle’s arms were tied to the lifesize plastic doll, and a rope between her legs restricted them further.
“Is that necessary?”
“We don’t want you talking.”
“Then I’ll remain silent. I promise,” Giselle pleaded.
“That’s not how this works,” Hanover said, having all the power. “Better to get used to. I’ll make it quite small today.” She twisted a figure-8 knot in a blue bandana and held it in front of Giselle’s terrified eyes. “See, not too shabby. Let’s try this, shall we?”
Giselle wanted to refuse, but the pressure was on her: Ithaca and Hedgehog were already finished and staring. Her mouth opened, allowing the dry cotton in. It immediately sucked up the saliva in Giselle’s mouth and pushed against the corners of her mouth, stretching them. Hanover tied it behind her neck, pressing her victim’s curly black hair against her skull. Giselle felt helpless like a baby, and the pacifier in her mouth was now forced in and far less tasty.
“Okay, girls, escape. Good luck and have fun,” Ithaca voiced before taking a chair with her fellow counselor.
Giselle tensed her remaining muscles and considered her limited options. She was stuck to the headless mannequin. Facing it, their joints that bend in a single direction, knees, hips, and elbows, could not move anymore. Her legs moved solely outward and inward, but a 2-feet-long rope between her ankles restricted their use. Of course, she could not stand up and walk out of this dreadful place. Her arms could swing around but never reach each other. Before, behind, and above her, the mannequin with its tense joints interfered. Giselle cursed in the bandana as no knot was reachable. She was no Houdini. How did these wicked counselors expect her to escape?
The girl lay on the ground and waited, not wasting energy on an invincible enemy. Hanover had been correct that the ropes did not hurt, and their tension spread over her skin but turned her body into a stiff ragdoll. How long would Hanover and Ithaca wait before releasing her? Giselle could relax for half an hour, and an hour would also be feasible. It was far from cozy with a rag in her mouth and squeezed against hard plastic, but it was survivable.
Giselle heard a soft bang. Hedgehog had turned on her back. The girls’ eyes met, making Giselle comprehend the counselors’ intention: They had to free each other. Giselle cursed in the disgusting cloth forced into her mouth. Therefore, they moved out of the classroom to the hallway. Moving such a distance would be hard.
Like a disabled starfish, Giselle flung her arm over her back in an attempt to roll over. She failed miserably. Pulling her legs together, Giselle tried again. Using both her arms, she generated enough momentum to flip. Only now, her body was on the bottom and the lighter mannequin on top. Another half-turn would be difficult, and Hedgehog had been unsuccessful so far. Giselle needed a different strategy.
Giselle turned ninety degrees on her back, aiming her head towards Hedgehog. Like a sea turtle leaving the beach with her eggs, she pushed her arms against the dark blue carpet. Disgusted, she dragged her body and hair over the filthy floor. How much dirt, dust, hair, and skin flakes had this rug accumulated since its last cleaning? This camp was horrible. Due to the ropes, her bare arms could not exercise all their friction: Her open hands had to produce most.
Hedgehog saw Giselle approach and halted her own attempts cowardly. Why bother with the laborious exercise when someone else could do your part? Giselle fumed about her lazy, free-riding teammate. She wanted to halt halfway, causing her to do the rest, but getting out of this bullshit was a higher priority. Besides, Hedgehog could also be too weak to get them out. These nerds were losers, after all.
Half an hour later, Giselle reached the small girl stuck to a mannequin with a blue skirt and blouse. Soaked in sweat and with things whose origin she did not want to know sticking to her, she touched the helpless girl. Due to the knot practice, loosening these single knots was straightforward, and within minutes, Hedgehogs’ right arm was free.
“Thanks,” Hedgehogs uttered after removing her own gag. She freed her legs while Giselle remained as helpless as when the challenge had begun. She rose and flexed her muscles, not in a hurry.
“Actually, I just remembered,” she chuckled. “You team up with Bulldog and Red Deer, don’t you?”
What was she thinking? Giselle stared at her with big eyes, not sure what she expected. Those weirdos wanted her, not vice versa.
“Red Deer and Bulldog captured me yesterday, and to get extract information, they tied me up and tickled me. To restore my honor, I should return the favor to their friend. I gotta show I’m not a rollover and will even the game. Beating the person who defeated everyone makes me the best, agreed?”
Giselle bobbed her head, but Hedgehog had already begun peeling the black ankle socks from her sweaty feet.
“I heard they sometimes gag opponents with their socks, yikes. I ain’t that cruel and will keep it short and sweet, just to make a point. Ready?”
“Hedgehog,” Ithaca interfered. “You sure? Consider her safety first.”
Giselle’s prayers had been answered. These stupid counselors had saved her from this treacherous bitch.
Hedgehog puppy-eyed Ithaca. “What do you mean? Tickling ain’t dangerous for a short time.”
“It’s not, but what happens when Swift Fox slams her head against the floor? Fetch a pillow and place it below her head first.”