Unwelcomed House Guest (F/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Sun Aug 21, 2011 9:36 pm

(Let me first say that my old work on this page should really be disregarded. I feel as if the current stories I will be telling are way better than the older ones. Please leave comments on how you think the story is progressing. Thank you all for your support.)

This happened quite a while ago. I was a sophmore in high school and the warm autumn air settled into the town nicely. Normally I walked home from school every day seeing as my father worked at the plastics processing plant on the far end of the city, however that week was different because my father was on a business trip to Seattle and was not going to be home until the following Monday. Being it a Friday evening I had the whole weekend to spend time with my friends on Saturday and Sunday. I decided that evening was going to be one filled with relaxation from the long week that had just occured. As I left school I noticed that when I exited the building a brown Jeep Liberty was parked right outside with a woman sitting in the driver's seat with sunglasses on and a slight scowl. Throwing a simple glance at her, I continued to walk forward down my normal path home.

I was listening to my usual Bowie/Smiths/Clash/whatever, mix CD that I had made through my beat up Sony Walkman. Continuing on that path I began to notice that every other block or so, I would see that Jeep Liberty again as if it were lost through the maze of back roads that led to my house. My suspicion of the driver began to come into fruition. Looking for a faster exit, I cut down another side street that a car would not be able to go down. After a quick romp through some privately owned wooded areas I found myself coming up the side enterance to my house and the Jeep was no longer in site.

Unlocking the door in a hurry I opened it and shut it just as quickly locking both the door lock and the deadbolt. A sense of relief came over me as I began to go through the mail that had been dropped through the postal hatch. Junk mail was all that I found when searching through the pile of loose leaf advertisements and catalogs. Walking to my room I decided it was time to change into something more comfortable, since I was in no way going out that evening. I slipped into some grey pj bottoms and a Star Wars t-shirt.

The next half hour or so was pretty dull. I checked the local news for the weather forecast and raided the fridge for some carrots and started reading the first chapter of Cry The Beloved Country for my advanced English class. I was so tired at that point that my eyes were getting heavy and was starting to knod off to sleep. While in my dream like state I could hear slight wispers of sound that were coming from down the hallway. I got up and put on some houseslippers and decided to investigate the matter. When I came into the living room nothing was amiss. A quick glance out the front windows revealed nothing at all. It was odd to me that I didn't see anything at all troubling outside, so I decided to check one more time and sure enough, out of the corner of my eye I saw a brown Jeep Liberty parked all the way down the road.

Suddenly I heard the front door being unlocked, not as if my force, but as if by a key. The woman that was driving the Jeep walked into my home. "Hello Kim, I do believe you remember me don't you?" That I did remember her. She dropped a bag and her purse on the ground. "Hey Debbie, I didn't know you were in town for anything, how has life been?" On a total side note, Debbie was a woman that my father dated before he met my mother. She was the insane ex-girlfriend that every guy seems to have one of and can't get away from. Debbie had never done anything like this before so I was assuming that my father and her were getting back together. "Life has been good for the most part Kim." "Say, do you know where your dad keeps anything called a satelite key or anything like that?" I looked at her with nearly a blank stare and shook my head no. "Well Kim then we do have a problem, see I need that key to make a copy of for Mr. Wilshire at Genetocorp." My father had worked for Fasmatcorp for 25 years and would in no way allow a rival plastic making company to have such a secret of the trade.

"Debbie, I really don't know what you are talking about, do you mind if I call dad real quick?" "Sure go ahead," said Debbie. I walked over to the house phone and picked it up, there was no dial tone. "That's weird I said, the phone company must have done something with the lines." As those words were leaving my lips Debbie came up from behind me with rope in her hand. I turned around sensing the danger behind me and with eyes fixated on the white nylon rope I begged her not to hurt me. "Kim," she said "I'm not going to hurt you, I just need to keep you tied up for a while until I find that stupid key for Mr. Wilshire. He's paying me quite a bit of money to obtain it and well, I've had hard times recently. Not even a smart pretty girl like you is going to get in the way of foiling my plan so I cut the phone wires outside of the house and decided that I needed to keep you prisoner for a while." "How did you even get the keys to get into the house Debbie?" "Well," Debbie snickered, "Your dad has had the same locks on this hosue since he bought it back in 85'."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Well can I at least go to the bathroom one last time before you render me totally helpless?," I asked. Debbie just smiled and grabbed me by the arm whisking me away to the entrance of the bathroom.

Re: Unwelcomed House Guest (F/F)

Postby jennybond » Sun Aug 21, 2011 10:31 pm

Nice start I'm looking forward to reading more :big:
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: Unwelcomed House Guest (F/F)

Postby capturedsuperhero » Mon Aug 22, 2011 1:54 pm

nice, great start :)
Arrogant Superhero here, Looking for a Nasty Villain!!!!

Re: Unwelcomed House Guest (F/F)

Postby bondagegirl1995 » Wed Aug 24, 2011 9:22 am

She isn't putting up too much of a fight as of yet. Very calm about everything.

Re: Unwelcomed House Guest (F/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Wed Aug 24, 2011 5:05 pm

The bathroom door was shut behind me and locked. "Just knock when you're finished Kim." I heard Debbie walk away. Sitting down on the toilet, I schemed of a way to get out of being tied up later. I knew I didn't have a lot of time so I had to think fast as to how I was going to get out of Debbie's clutches and warn my dad about the theft. While opening one of the drawers I found a pair of nail clippers. Figuring that I wasn't going to be able to go to the bathroom for a while, I opened the closet hutch door in the bathroom and dug around inside until I found some of my old Goodnites underwear. Slipping them on wasn't at all comfortable, but I knew that it might become a necessity later on. Hiding the nail clippers in my waist of my new undies, I quickly flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and knocked on the door alerting Debbie that I had finished in there.

Hearing footsteps approaching the door I felt a rush of panic and anxiety running through my body. The lock's pins were adjusting and soon the door was open. Debbie stood there in the doorway with a smirk and said, "That didn't take too long." "No," I said, "How long am I going to be tied up for Debbie? This is making me really nervous." Debbie looked at me as if she felt total compassion for my position. "Maybe a couple of hours at most ok, it won't be too bad, my brothers used to tie me up all the time when they played cops and robbers." "Where you playing the bank teller I presume?," I asked. She nodded. "You know Debbie I could help you look for the security card or whatever that thing is." I mentioned. Taking a step back she looked me up and down and said, "Well I guess that is ok, I really didn't mean to scare you Kim, that card is just my bread and butter right now and I really need to pay off my creditors. Come here and give me a hug, I'm really really sorry." As she approached me and I approached her for the hug she began to feel my right side, exactly where I hid the nail cutters.

"What's that?," she asked. Grabbing my arms tightly so I couldn't reach it in time, Debbie pulled out the nail cutters I was hiding in case I needed to escape. "What the hell! You weren't even going to be tied down for more than an hour or two Kim!" I closed my eyes and expected her to start hitting me or something, however she didn't. "No Kim, I can't have you helping me in this damned felony I have to pull just because I made a few mistakes in life. I don't want you helping me go down my path. I'm just going to have to tie your little butt to a chair and then it'll all be over with."

Immediately after that I found myself being thrown on the floor face first followed by a large weight being crushed against my back. Debbie had me pinned down with my wrists behind me tying them with the soft white nylon rope.

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Re: Unwelcomed House Guest (F/F)

Postby randomentity » Mon Aug 29, 2011 9:25 am

Great story so far! Very well written! :) Looking forward to more!

Re: Unwelcomed House Guest (F/F)

Postby bookl0ver » Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:51 am

sick as
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE

Also addicted to slash. ^,^