Ball Pit Brutality! (mmm/f)

Postby snobound » Fri Oct 08, 2010 7:04 pm

Ball Pit Brutality!


Mark's sister was a first class bitch, at least according to him. She worked at Chuck E. Cheese's, and hated her job with an indescribable passion. Though only sixteen herself, she hated the snotty, germy, loud-mouthed kids, the ceaselessly complaining and nagging parents, and the whole absurd atmosphere of the place. What she loathed even more, however, was being made to close- and on a Friday night, no less.

Adding insult to injury, Ashley had been saddled with her little brother and his two equally annoying friends so that their exhausted parents could enjoy a peaceful, brat-free night out of the house. She was miserable, and let everyone around her know it. You know what they say about misery...

For the entire shift she had snapped at kids, was rude to the few scattered adults, and had managed to sour the general atmosphere of the glorified arcade, ruining the experience for all that were unfortunate enough to cross her path.

Fourteen year old Mark, and his two thirteen year old friends, Danny and Paul, were on the cusp of being too old for Chuck E. Cheese's, but were still at that age where they could feel justified being there by acting with increased levels of adolescent obnoxiousness. Obnoxious they had been, but not necessarily to Ashley. This was why Mark was so furious about his sister's ever-increasing nastiness toward him and his friends.

Ashley was busy having a curt conversation with her boss, who turned, red-faced, barking, "...and be sure to lock up properly and arm the security system!" He stormed from the building, tired of dealing with the teenager's shit. Ashley made her way toward the dining tables at the center of the arcade, where the three boys were seated.

"Hey, sis!" the blond haired Mark called.

"WHAT?" she snapped, pausing beside their table with a disgusted look on her face.

"Uh, it's like 8:00 and were starving. Why don't you whip up one of those "delicious" microwave pizzas that you people try to pass off as food around here?"

"Dream on, dorkus. I'm not messing up the kitchen for you and your knuckle-dragger friends!" she spat.

"HEY!" Danny and Paul protested in unison.

"You'll eat the popcorn, and like it," she said, gesturing toward the dark machine in the corner.

"It's so stale it tastes like Styrofoam!" Mark whined. "Mom said that you have to feed us!"

"Then MOM should have given the brats some money then, shouldn't she?" Ashley retorted, walking away from the stunned boys.

Mark called after her, "Can't you at least let us have some free games?"

Ashley responded without pausing, or even glancing back. "Use the token machine like the rest of the scum!"

Her brother shouted back at her incredulously. "BUT YOU HAVE THE FUCKING KEY!!" Ashley flipped Mark the bird before disappearing into the back room.

Danny turned toward the speechless Mark and Paul. "This is bullshit! What the hell's her problem? We don't have to put up with this!" He gestured for his companions to draw closer, and all three boys leaned toward the center of the table. In a hushed whisper, Danny began to speak.

...


Ashley emerged from the back room fifteen minutes later, and with an even deeper scowl on her face- if that was even possible. She froze. The lights were off, and the boys were nowhere to be found. This only served to further infuriate the girl. "MARK! I'm not in the mood! It's time to go. Get your asses out here!"

A brightly colored plastic ball flew threw the air and smacked Ashley smartly on the side of her head. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" she screamed, enraged at the audacity of the three little punks. A second ball sailed by the side of her head; close enough to rustle her long, straight hair- died jet black for the sole purpose of pissing her mother off. Then, two additional balls- one blue and the other orange- blasted against the back of her head.

"Oh my god, you three are so dead! I'm going to twist your nipples so bad you'll..."

"I'll what?" Mark suddenly emerged from behind a skee ball machine. He advanced on his sister. "You've been a rotten, miserable bitch for the last three hours, and we've done nothing to deserve it!" he spat, advancing on his sister. He continued to rant, drawing closer to her the entire time. "I've tried to be patient! I've held my tongue! NO MORE!" Mark had a flair for the dramatic. He waved his hands around maniacally, almost scaring Ashley. "YOUR REIGN OF TERROR IS THROUGH!"

Mark stepped clear into what Ashley would have touted as her "personal space", then grabbed his sister's shoulders and shoved her backward- right into the grasp of Danny and Paul! Danny bear hugged Ashley from behind, immobilizing her arms. Paul grabbed both of Ashley's legs in an equally effective squeeze. The two boys lowered the thrashing girl to the ground as she screamed bloody murder.

This particular Chuck E. Cheese's was in a strip mall, and Mark was worried that someone in one of the adjacent businesses would hear Ashley's shrieks, and either attempt to come to her rescue, or worse, call the cops. He grabbed for the damp, dirty dish rag on the nearest table. He knelt near his sister's face- he had never seen her eyes so livid- and held the stinky, repulsive cloth near her mouth. Instantly, her wailing ceased.

"Awww, too late!" laughed Mark. He pinched Ashley's nostrils closed. She managed to hold her breath for a remarkably long time, but eventually relented in one loud, explosive exhalation. In went the dish rag! Ashley's eyes opened wide, gob smacked at this sudden and inexplicable turn of events. Mark held his palm over his sister's mouth, simultaneously using his other hand to untie her red apron. He removed his hand from Ashley's mouth long enough to twist the apron a few times and wrap it around her head. Mark knotted the apron tightly on top of the protruding dampness of the fetid rag.

Danny, the mastermind of their quickly improvised plan, began calling out instructions to Mark as he and Paul maintained their grip on the hot sixteen year old's body. "Dude, the box is under the table, right near your foot." Mark glanced down, spotting the box full of red tablecloths and aprons. Danny twisted his body perpendicular to Ashley's in order to expose her hands. "What are you waiting for? Tie her up!" exclaimed Danny, gleefully.

Mark did just that. He crossed his sister's wrists as she mmphed loudly behind the disgusting gag. He wrapped another apron around her wrists in a crisscross pattern, then knotted the cloth securely, eliciting a grunt from the girl. "Now her ankles!" Danny added.

This time, Mark reached for a tablecloth. He twisted it into a thick cord, then wrapped it around Ashley's ankles- twice- as Paul held her feet up while sitting on the backs of her legs. Enjoying his newfound position of power, Mark bore down on the knot with gusto, then used the remaining lengths to cinch the loops tightly between Ashley's ankles. "Good?" Mark asked, glancing at Danny.

"No way, man. Elbows and knees- then we've got to hog tie her!" The boys had engaged in tie-up games before, and Danny had always been the most enthusiastic. Paul and Danny both sat atop Ashley's legs and butt, back to back, as Mark bound her arms and knees together with additional red tablecloths. The helpless Ashley grabbed at Paul with her outstretched, flailing fingers, likely in an attempt to pinch the living shit out of him.

Mark stood back for a moment, admiring the quick work he'd made of immobilizing his big sister. The rage in her facial expression was unmistakable. Paul began lightly bouncing while sitting atop Ashley's shapely butt. "Knuckle dragger, eh?" he laughed loudly.

Danny climbed off of the helpless girl. Paul followed suit. Immediately, Ashley began thrashing around on the floor, much like an injured caterpillar. She bucked, twisted, and writhed with adrenaline and anger-fueled intensity. Her exertions, however, were futile. She hung her head in defeat.

Danny was crouched near the cardboard box, rummaging through its contents. His hand emerged with another tablecloth. He captured Ashley's bound wrists and ankles in one continuous loop. Danny crossed the two ends and wrenched on them, removing nearly all of the slack with a devious grin on his face. By the time Danny finished knotting the two ends of the red fabric, Ashley's hands and feet had been drawn together with no more than three or four inches between them.

All three boys stood back, satisfied with the sight before them. Slight muffled moans and mmphs sounded behind the dish rag and apron gag. "Ready, boys?" Danny asked.

"Yup!" answered both Paul and Mark, who each grabbed one of the girl's arms. Danny grasped the thick bonds between Ashley's ankles.

"Up!" Danny commanded, and the three boys simultaneously lifted Ashley from the floor as she squirmed pathetically. They wove through the tables and arcade games, and Ashley could see with a stab of terror that her captors were headed for the ball pit!

They neared the edge of the netted enclosure and placed Ashley atop the padded landing that surrounded the sea of brightly colored polyethylene spheres. The boys climbed up beside her, lifting her in the same manner as before.

This time, it was Mark giving the commands. "On the count of three." They began to swing her back and forth, gaining momentum with each successive heave. Ashley's head swung forward. "ONE!" bellowed Mark with great enthusiasm. Ashley was drawn back, away from the pit, then propelled forward yet again, screaming in desperation behind the gag. "TWO!" Mark called, giggling. She was pulled away from the pit one last time. "THREE!" he cried, as they all thrust Ashley forward, into the center of the bacteria-infested trap that was the ball pit.

Ashley crashed helplessly amongst the plastic balls, sending a number of them flying through the air. She came to rest, cocked on an awkward, listing angle. Her right arm and leg were deeper into the pile than her left, and her face angled downward, disappearing beneath the colorful spheres. She felt a ball strike her ass. Then another, and another. The boys pelted Ashley's arms, legs, back, buttocks, and head in a ceaseless barrage of stinging impacts.

Something suddenly plunged beside her- dangerously close, she thought. A similar disturbance quickly followed on her opposite side- the boys were doing cannon balls and belly flops around her helplessly immobilized body. Each new flop displaced more of the balls, causing Ashley to sink deeper into the pit. Before long, she had sunk to the bottom.

The boys entombed Ashley's body in at least three feet of the disgusting, unwashed balls, coated in what- snots, drool, piss, and god knows what else. Danny had a huge Cheshire Cat grin on his face. "I can't believe we pulled that off!" he said, incredulously. Mark looked a little guilty. "Dude, she deserved it," Danny added, correctly identifying the source of his friend's concern.

"Yeah, you're right," Mark decided. All three boys were about to exit the ball pit when Mark spoke again. "Hey, I almost forgot." Without explanation, he dove into the pit, disappearing into the sea of balls. He remained beneath the surface for at least a full minute, emerging with his sister's key ring clutched in his hand. He held it high over his head, triumphantly. Before climbing from the pit, Mark spat, "Now, we get free pizza AND games- with none of your lip, BIOTCH!"
Last edited by snobound on Sat Oct 09, 2010 6:14 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: Ball Pit Brutality! (f/mmm)

Postby Chase Ricks » Fri Oct 08, 2010 9:04 pm

Amazingly you know just the right amount of emotion to put in this story snobound. I like it a lot.
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Re: Ball Pit Brutality! (f/mmm)

Postby chloroformmeplease » Fri Oct 08, 2010 10:35 pm

The title should read Ball Pit Brutality mmm/f. I read the story down a few lines before I realized that. The one doing the tying should always be listed first.
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Re: Ball Pit Brutality! (f/mmm)

Postby snobound » Sat Oct 09, 2010 6:15 am

Shane Bikman wrote:Amazingly you know just the right amount of emotion to put in this story snobound. I like it a lot.



Thanks, Shane! Much appreciated.
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Re: Ball Pit Brutality! (mmm/f)

Postby markusthe1st » Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:41 am

Very well done!
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Re: Ball Pit Brutality! (mmm/f)

Postby fratboydanny » Sat Oct 09, 2010 8:04 am

it"s terrific.

Re: Ball Pit Brutality! (mmm/f)

Postby sarobah » Sat Oct 09, 2010 5:51 pm

Great story... and I’m sure there’s nothing at all Freudian in it :o)
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Re: Ball Pit Brutality! (mmm/f)

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Oct 09, 2010 10:20 pm

I trust Mark locked up for his sister afterwards too - and merely forget to dig her out of the pit first. :twisted:
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Re: Ball Pit Brutality! (mmm/f)

Postby snobound » Sun Oct 10, 2010 10:14 am

sarobah wrote:Great story... and I’m sure there’s nothing at all Freudian in it :o)
~ Sarah


Na, of course not... :wink:



Jason: That would certainly be a surreal experience. Then, the next day's crop of kiddie customers discover her in the pit, decide not to tell the management (maybe on Mark's request), and continue to torment her for another day! Mmmm... maybe a continuation.
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Re: Ball Pit Brutality! (mmm/f)

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Oct 10, 2010 11:52 am

snobound wrote:
sarobah wrote:Great story... and I’m sure there’s nothing at all Freudian in it :o)
~ Sarah


Na, of course not... :wink:



Jason: That would certainly be a surreal experience. Then, the next day's crop of kiddie customers discover her in the pit, decide not to tell the management (maybe on Mark's request), and continue to torment her for another day! Mmmm... maybe a continuation.

Maybe when management DOES notice, the huge increase in the popularity of the Arcade that resulted from everyone wanted to throw balls at her prompts management to leave her there as a permanent part of the game. :twisted:
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