Maria and Penny

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Sep 19, 2015 11:59 am

It was an early, quiet, August morning. The only thing you could hear, were the birds joyfully singing their little hearts out in the trees and bushes. Along a country lane, lined with tall trees, a horse drawn carriage came slowly rolling. Its only passenger, a girl who looked to be in her middle teens, looked out the window as she had done so many times before. She was on her way to visit the earl of X, who happened to be a distant relative of hers, and his family. She was dressed in a deep blue velvet dress, which was ankle long, had long sleeves, and a high frilly white collar and ditto cuffs. She also wore a wide brimmed hat and gloves, to protect her delicate skin from the suns' harmful rays, and black leather ankle lace up boots.
"Ah," she sighed, "what a beautiful morning! This just has to be the prettiest part of the country, and I just have to be the luckiest girl alive! Me and Penny are going to have so much fun, as we always have!"
Penny was the earls' only child and the apple of his eye. She had had him wrapped around her little finger since the day she was born, and he would happily have walked bare foot over embers, if she had wanted him to.
She leaned back in the seat, and as she was a bit tired, she soon fell asleep.

She was brusquely woken up by the carriage suddenly stopping and male voices coming from the outside.
"Who've you got in there?" one of the men asked.
"Her name is Maria, and she is related to the earl, I'll have you know!" the coachman haughtily said, at the same time as she put her head out the window. She saw three, in her mind, old men, with big, black, bushy beards, and dressed in clothes that had definitely seen better days.
"Oh," one of the men said, in a surprised voice, "I didn't know that ugly old troll had such pretty relatives! Come out here, love, and let us take a proper look at you." He opened the door, and Maria thought it best to do as he said, especially since she also saw long and nasty-looking swords and pistols hanging from the men's belts.

The men walked around her a couple of times, scrutinizing her from head to foot and back up again before walking a few steps away, and starting to whisper. Maria couldn't hear what they were talking about, but she had a strong feeling she was in deep trouble. Those men sure didn't look like they were just going to take the few coins she had in her purse, and let them go.
Her suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later, when the man, who she assumed was the boss, said:
"Right, Maria; you're coming with us! I hope, and reckon, that he will pay a pretty penny for your release!"
He produced a long piece of rope from somewhere, and tied her hands together in front of her, saving about half to use as a tether, before using the scarf he had had around his neck as a blindfold.
"So you can't see where our hiding place's located!" he explained. When he was done, he told the coachman to tell the earl exactly what had happened, and to give him "this note".
"Oh, so these oafs can actually write? I'm impressed!" Maria sarcastically thought, not daring to say anything out loud.
She felt a hard tug on her wrists, and off they went.

Penny, dressed only in a pale blue bikini with pink trim, lay on a sun-bed on the deck, soaking up as much sun as she could. She was waiting for her cousin, Maria, to arrive.
"I wonder what she's got planned for these next couple of weeks?" she drowsily thought. "She always has the most wonderful ideas! I'm actually kind of jealous of her for that." And as she drifted off to sleep, she smiled fondly, as she remembered all the times Maria had gotten both of them into serious trouble with her (sometimes a bit too) active imagination. She was like a boy, in the sense that she most of the time acted without thinking of the potential consequences of her actions. Penny on the other hand (almost) never did anything, without first having carefully thought things through which, inevitably, drove her cousin to the brink of insanity.
"Where's your sense of adventure?" she had often asked, "where's your spontaneity?" To which Penny had replied she did have both by the bucket load, but that she also was cautious and aware that some things did have consequences, and that she liked to minimize those as much as possible; if she could.
"Oh," Maria then whined, "you're so freaking BORING!"
"O.K; so I'm boring!" Penny would snap. "But I'm not the one constantly finding herself knee deep in trouble!" But no matter how much they quarrelled, and how many times Maria got them in (and, in all fairness, out of) trouble, they always had remained the best of friends.

The first hint Penny got that something was wrong, was someone grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. Dazed and confused she looked around and saw three men, whom she had never seen before. They eyed her from her feet to her head, and back down again with such lust in their eyes, she was suddenly afraid they were going to rape her.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" she asked, wishing she hadn't sounded so afraid.
"Never you mind!" one of the men hissed. "All you have to know, is that we're taking you hostage."
He swung her around, grabbed her arms, and tied them together snugly behind her back, before she had a chance to react. He tied a scarf over her eyes, grabbed her arm and she was led off.

After having been marching for what seemed like hours, Maria was led inside a small cabin. She felt a chair being put behind her legs, and she was told to sit down. Someone held her firmly by her shoulders, while her hands were released and then tied together again, and to the back of the chair. The blindfold was taken off, and she saw she was being held captive in a small log cabin. It had one small, rather dirty window opposite what supposedly served as a door; in fact, it was little more than a couple of planks of wood, held together by nails driven through a third, and held in place by a couple of leather straps. In the middle of the cabin was a wood burning stove, and below the window was a table and some chairs; that was pretty much it, furniture-wise.
"Right," the man, who she supposed was the leader sat back to front on a chair, "you just have to hope your father come up with the ransom money pretty quickly, or you'll be spending an awfully long time in our company. Which isn't such a bad thing, really, as we can be quite entertaining; when we feel like it. Although I doubt very much you'd share our sense of humour."
As he got up, he added: "You'll have company soon, I suspect."

A couple of minutes later, the door was opened, and girl was led through. She had her hands tied together in front of her, as Marias' had been, and she was blindfolded. Maria instantly recognized her; it was Penny, wearing her favourite bikini.
"Penny!" she gasped. "Did they get you too?"
"Maria?" Penny gasped as she was tied to a second chair. "Who are these men, and what do they want?"
"I haven't the foggiest." Maria answered, close-bitten. "But I guess we're about to find out! And before you ask; no, this is definitely not my idea of fun."
"Actually, it is your idea; well, the basis of it is, anyway." the leader of the gang said. "I've watched you for quite a while, and I know you like games that aren't too wimpish and girly, but a bit rough and boyish. Not too rough, but still rougher than most other girls. And the same goes for you, Penny; rough, but not too rough.
So we, your parents and I, came up with this plan; we would keep you as "hostages", he wiggled two fingers in the air, "until one of them comes and get you."
"I'm sure I've seen y'all somewhere before, but I can't for the life of me remember where!" Penny snarled. "Oh, well; it'll come back to me, eventually and y'all be mighty sorry when it does, I can tell you!"
Oh; so young, and already so feisty?" the man chuckled, put a finger under her chin, and forced it up, so he could look her straight into her blue gray eyes. "You'll certainly be a girl to be reckoned with when you get older, but not now. You see, your threats don't scare us, because we'll be out of here before you even get anywhere near a phone."

A couple of hours passed; hours when a whole lot of nothing happened. Then a man entered the clearing, and stood in front of the cabin. He did nothing, just stood there for a long time, before placing the heavy bag he had thrown over his shoulder to a more comfortable position and walking up to the door and pounding on it.
Inside, the men got to their feet. The leader took the scarves he had used to blindfold the girls earlier, and quickly tied them around their heads again. Then he forced their mouths open and shoved rags inside, which he tied in place with long strips of fabric. Maria and Penny could hear someone entering, and the leader asking if everything was ready; however, they couldn't hear an answer, only heavy breathing, and the sound of something heavy being placed on the floor with a thump. Marias' hands were freed, but immediately put in cuffs in front of her. She was ordered to stand, and she could hear something similar being done to Penny. There was a hard yank on her wrists, and she began walking.
The trio walked outside and down a path. The girls breathed in the clear forest air and enjoyed feeling of the sun on the parts of their faces and bodies which weren't covered. The man gently guided them, still without saying a word, past all hurdles, until they heard the sound of their steps changing; something which made Penny suspect they were back on the road. But where were they going? They turned right, and as she had a pretty good sense of direction, she began suspecting she actually knew where they were going, and who the man who was now guiding them was; but what was going to happen, when they got there?
Maria, on the other hand, couldn't care less about where they were going, and what their future fate would be; all she cared about was she was beginning to get awfully hot and sweaty in all the clothes she was wearing. "When are we going to stop? Are we going to be allowed to have something cold to drink, when we get there?" was fast becoming a mantra for her. She envied her comrade, who only wore a bikini which, she reckoned, had to be much more appropriate on a day like this.

Eventually, they did stop, and they heard a heavy door open. They were led inside, and pushed up against a stone wall. The chain to their cuffed hands were locked to something above their head, and they were left alone.
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Re: Maria and Penny

Postby viking » Sat Sep 19, 2015 12:58 pm

great story so far :D
i hope you have plans for a continuation

cheers
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Maria and Penny

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Sep 19, 2015 1:07 pm

Yup. I've already begun writing! It might take a couple of days, though.
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Re: Maria and Penny

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Sep 19, 2015 1:08 pm

Hallo, Lasse, Is good to hear from you again. Is a nice start, I hop fast read more.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Maria and Penny

Postby xtc » Sat Sep 19, 2015 1:10 pm

Welcome back. Don't be too long before updating.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Maria and Penny

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Sep 19, 2015 1:18 pm

Hallo,
I would take all your time you need, but please don`t disappear again untold. :)
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Maria and Penny

Postby hafnermg » Sat Sep 19, 2015 2:25 pm

YAY! Welcome Back Lasse!!

Your stories are always a joy and I look forward to more from you!

Re: Maria and Penny

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Sep 20, 2015 12:39 am

cheers :bound: :lol:
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Re: Maria and Penny

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Sep 20, 2015 12:41 am

I had to take a break for a while, because I ran out of ideas.
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Re: Maria and Penny

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Oct 21, 2015 12:23 pm

As soon as they heard the door close, they started trying to get the blindfolds and gags off. After much fiddling around they managed and spat the soaked rags out onto the floor. They looked around as best they could, in the dimly lit room.
Penny looked around and chuckled; a short, hard sound, which made Maria flinch.
"What is it?" she asked, fear all too clearly heard in her voice.
"Nothing much; it's just that I know where we are, and therefore who's keeping us prisoners; that's all." Penny sniggered.
"Oh? Then, pray tell me; where are we? And who are our captors?" Maria sarcastically asked.
"Why, we're in my basement, of course; and our captors are my parents. But if you ask me why, I'd have to reply that I don't know. Well, at least I now know why there was so much noise coming from down here, the last couple of days."
There was a bench bolted to the wall behind them, and as the chain from the ceiling was just about long enough, they sat down.

Suddenly, they heard a key being put in the lock. When it swung open they saw Sven and Nora, Penny's parents. They walked inside, and with grim faces proceeded to unlock the cuffs from the chain hanging from the wall. Holding her tightly by her arms, they escorted her outside, not answering any of her increasingly insistent questions why they were doing this, and how long it was going to continue. The last thing Maria saw of her cousin and lifelong friend, was the desperate look in her eyes as she looked around, and Sven's expressionless face, before the door was closed with a "CLANG", and she was left alone.
A minute or two later however, she heard Penny desperately screaming at the top of her lungs, begging for mercy and for them to "please stop it", and she even thought she heard Nora crudely laughing and telling her to "shut the f--- up".
The screaming went on and on, gradually becoming weaker and weaker, before they faded out in a long, drawn-out "NOOOOO!" and kind of a "gurgle" sound, which sent shivers down Maria's spine.

After a while, Sven and Nora returned, but without their daughter. They unlocked Maria, and walked her into a room further back in the basement. There, her hands were freed of the cuffs just long enough for them to take her clothes off, leaving only the underwear. Then she was made to lie on her back on a table made of rough planks. Her hands were again locked in heavy cuffs, which were fastened above her head, and her legs were spread a bit and cuffed to the table as well. She heard a sobbing sound, and when she looked around she saw Penny soaking wet from head to toe, and chained by her wrists to the wall.
She just managed to ask "Are you all right?" and notice Penny's nod that she was, before the torture began. Soon she was howling for them to stop, as her friend had done, and thrashing about, as first feathers, and then fingers went to work, tickling her all over her body, finding all the most ticklish spots, and concentrating on them.
When she was so worn out she had almost passed out, Sven unlocked her from the table, cuffed her to the wall beside her friend. The two adults looked at their teenage prisoners and laughed. "You poor things! you look quite ridiculous; you really do!" Nora gasped, and Sven nodded. "We'll leave you now, but will be back!" And they left, carefully closing the door behind them.

"Why are they doing this to me?" Penny sobbed. "I know we agreed on a 'week-end special', just for you; but we also agreed I wasn't to take any significant part of it! And before you ask; No, I really don't know what's going to happen next. The only thing that has gone according to the plans we made yesterday, was the kidnapping!" Having come that far, she started bellowing, there's no other word for it. "Can you forgive me?" she sobbed.
"Mm," Maria growled, "I don't know; I'll have to think about it." She looked straight ahead, ignoring her friends' sobbing.
Penny was still sobbing, when her parents returned and unlocked them from the chains. They ordered the girls to, from now on, be absolutely quiet unless spoken to, and then led Maria over to her clothes, and unlocked the handcuffs just long enough for her to get dressed. They were marched back to the room where they had been before. On a table, which hadn't been there before, were two plates of food, two mugs of water, and two spoons. "Enjoy your meal!" Sven said, as they left. Maria was surprised to find out she really did.
"Mmm," she mumbled, her mouth full of food, "this is really tasty! Whatever their real plans might be, they're not going to let us starve; that's for sure!"
"No, guess not." Penny replied, but Maria could tell, she had real trouble keeping her tears back.
"Being handcuffed makes eating a bit challenging; don't you think?" Maria chased a piece of meat around the plate.
"Mm, guess so."
"Oh, come on!" Her friends' sulking was beginning to make Maria angry. "Stop sulking, already! I know you didn't want this, but neither did I; remember? I came here for a relaxing time, and found myself being the co-star in a DID-drama! How do you think I feel; huh? But remember; it'll all be over by tomorrow. You said so; remember?"
"Mm, hope so. If they haven't gone and changed that bit, too!"

In their bedroom, Sven, having tears in his eyes, looked away from the CCTV screen, from which he had been monitoring his beloved daughter and her friend. A couple of loudspeakers, standing either side of it, were connected to microphones in the "cell", so they could hear every word.
"No, honey," he whispered, "we haven't". He flinched as he heard his wife snort.
"You're such a softie! This was mostly your idea; remember?"
"Maybe so," he defended himself, "but a man's allowed to cry, when he sees his only child in trouble; isn't he?"
Nora tossed her head as she walked away.

Later that evening, the captives heard the door being unlocked, and Sven and Nora came in. Without a word, they put bags over the girls' heads and unlocked the cuffs. They were carefully led up some stairs, and into a room.
Maria heard Penny gasp, just before the bag over her own head was taken off, and she could see they were in Penny's bedroom. An extra bed had been put in for her to sleep in, and their nightgowns had been neatly laid out on the bedspread. She noted they had identical ones; high necked, ankle long and long sleeved, with frilly cuffs and collars. Both were made of white cotton and had pink flowers all over them. Beside them lay a pair of pink socks, and a couple of pink satin ribbons.
"What are the ribbons for, mum?" Penny hesitantly asked.
"Well, we thought you'd like to sleep in real beds," Nora said, "but because you're still our captives, you still have to be restrained somehow; so the handcuffs stay on, and the ribbons will be used to tie your ankles together, and the bags will be put back over our heads."
Hearing that, Maria shouted "YESSSSS!", while Penny whined "No!"
"Don't worry, honey." Nora whispered in her daughters' ear, "Let me put the bag on over Marias' head first, and then I'll set you free. But I'll have to put the cuffs back on tomorrow morning; O.K?"
Penny smiled through her tears, and nodded.
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Re: Maria and Penny

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Oct 21, 2015 12:45 pm

Hallo very good second part. I like it. Even I wish that both would like it.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Maria and Penny

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Dec 07, 2015 2:08 pm

Early the next morning, Maria was rudely woken up by someone dragging her out of bed. She was heavy-handed herded downstairs. She was pushed up against a wall, and her wrists were locked to a chain above her head, and the bag was taken off. Although the light was quite dim, she had to squint for a few minutes to let her eyes adjust. When they had, she could see she was in the same cell as the day before, and that Penny was standing against the opposite wall.
"Good morning," Maria crowed. After having cleared her throat, she continued: "What do you think will happen today?"
"Good morning," Penny replied. "More of the same, I suspect."
"Oh, great!" Maria didn't sound at all thrilled. "More occational tickling, and more waiting for something, anything, to happen!"
"Don't you dare mope!" Penny furiously hissed. "You get to leave later, but I have to stay here; remember?"
"Yes, you're right; I'm sorry." Maria felt bad. "I suppose I'm in a much better situation than you. Tell me; does your parents do this sort of thing often?"
"What; chain me to a wall and tickle torture me half to death? What kind of parents do you think they are?"
At that moment, Sven and Nora entered their cell so, luckily, she didn't have time to answer.

This time, they started with Maria. They dragged her from the cell, and into another room with a table in the middle. In each of the corners was a cuff and she was forced to lay down and spread her limbs out to the sides. When she was cuffed and she couldn't move an inch, Sven leant down and grinned maliciously.
"Ready or not; here we go!" he hissed, before getting on with it.
She soon noticed there appeared to be no difference between having a bag over her head, and not having one; the tickling felt just as intense, and the fingers, and other instruments of torture, still felt as if they came from everywhere at once.
Apart from their fingers, Sven and Nora seemed to find great pleasure in using anything and everything, from feathers to forks, that made the tickling torture as excruciating as possible, omitting no part of her body. Sometimes, they attacked her from two sides at once, sometimes they left her alone, making her think it was finally over.
The torture seemed to go on for hours, but moments before she was about to pass out, it stopped and she was freed from the table and dragged back to the cell. by then, she was so exhausted she could hardly stand, and could only moan as she was secured to the wall once more and Penny was dragged away. Soon, the loud screams of a girl in distress echoed through the dungeon, once again.
When she was returned, she seemed to be as exhausted as Maria, and the girls spent a long time just recuperating from their ordeal.

After lunch, Maria got dressed in the same dress she had worn the day before, and sat in the carriage to be driven home.
"So," the coachman asked, "did you enjoy your stay at the mansion?"
"Mmm, s'pose." she dreamily replied, half rocked to sleep by the carriage's monotonous rocking motion. "If there is to be a next time", she thought, "I'm definitely not going to dress like this! I'm so hot I could die! Seeing Penny wearing only that bikini, made me want to scream! It just wasn't fair!" Having just finished that thought, she drifted off to sleep, planning her revenge.

Penny lay in the sun bed, when her mother came out and sat down beside her.
"So," she asked her daughter," I think we did rather a good job, these last few days; don't you?"
Penny lifted a hand and shaded her eyes from the sun. "Yea," she agreed, "you did; even though I thought you were tickling me a bit too enthusiastically at times! My poor stomach! I'm sure it's going hurt for a few days, I've been laughing so hard! And I'm not too thrilled about all the improvising you did. We had a script, and I tried to stick to it as best I could, which you two clearly weren't."
Yea," her mother looked sheepish, "your father and I did go a bit over the top; didn't we? Won't happen next time; promise!" With that, she rose and went back in the house, leaving Penny to wonder what she had meant by 'next time'?
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