Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby Canuck33 » Sun Aug 12, 2012 8:38 pm

Hi everyone, this is the first clean story I wrote in a loooooong time. It also features two teenage girls getting tied up by a guy (not generally my favourite setup, but I had this story in mind for years and wanted to turn it into a TUG adventure). Any resemblances to real people are purely coincidental. To compromise for the utter lack of sexual content, this story includes very explicit drug references so I will award it with a PG-13 warning. You will soon find out what the “Skittles” actually are. If you like stoners, you’re going to love this tale!

Skittle Story (M/ff)

Jennifer Jung was a 16 year old Torontonian high-school student with a bright future ahead of her. An identified-as-gifted, straight A student, Jennifer had dreams of studying biochemical engineering at the University of Toronto and becoming a science researcher after her graduation. Although she was still in grade eleven, Jennifer was already taking grade twelve calculus and planned to take two science credits in the summer, so she could use her final year to take first-year university courses instead. Schoolwork always came easily to her, especially if it was math or science later. She was also the head editor for her school newspaper and volunteered at a Children’s Hospital on the weekends. Jennifer’s busy schedule did not allow her a part-time job, but coming from an affluent family, she didn’t miss out. Jennifer did not have many friends; being a plain-looking (5’7’’, slightly overweight, with a flat, pimpled face, blue eyes, brown hair and thick glasses), proud bookworm had its price in the adolescent popularity ladder, but she was not troubled. Jennifer spent her leisure time, which she had little of, either with her boyfriend Samar or her best friend, Heather.

Heather Goring was 17 years old, older than Jennifer by merely a few months, and she attended the same high-school. Unlike Jennifer, Heather’s future success did not seem so certain. Heather was a C+ student, and although she had a solid B in art history, her chances of entering a good university were currently slim. Heather’s parents were divorced, and neither had much control over her actions. Heather was slightly better looking than Jennifer – about 5’5’’ with a hefty, muscular but well-proportioned figure; she had curly blonde hair, a pointy noise and big brown puppy eyes which many boys described as “kind”. Truly, Heather was not a bad girl, and she had a very respectable potential dating pool, but she was absolutely incapable of maintaining a relationship. Considering her lawless nature, that was not a surprise. Heather lived in a townhouse with her mother, who worked long-shifts as a hospital psychologist and her younger brother, Kevin. Heather, who has always felt overwhelmed by her mother’s expectations, began to distance herself from her parents following their divorce, as well as her academic responsibilities. Yet Heather and Jennifer were close friends who were always there to ease each other’s pain, whether by means of watching a movie together or sharing a doobie.

It was a lukewarm May afternoon, when Jennifer was sitting at the cafeteria, busying herself in academic thought, when Heather startled her.
“Hey bitch, you coming to The Pit with me?” (‘The Pit’ was a small ravine in the backwoods of the school property, which was largely unmonitored and became synonymous with drug activity since the 70’s.)
Jennifer sighed with frustration; “for real? Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Anything is better than sitting in the caf by yourself, looking like a loser,” Heather berated her. “Now pack up your stuff and come.” Jennifer put her juice bottle back in her lunch bag, threw the leftovers of her lunch in the garbage, and put on her blue windbreaker jacket, which she hung over her chair.

The day was cool, extremely humid and gray, with perpetual drizzle, with a temperature hovering around 15 degrees Celsius. The Pit was disgustingly clammy, so luckily there was nobody else around when Heather and Jennifer got there.
“This grass is from Vancouver,” Heather said as she introduced a small, plain-looking joint from her handbag, “I paid twenty dollars for my stash.”
“Ok?” Jennifer was not a good judge of drug prices.
“That’s double what I would normally pay my dealer. I smoked some of it this morning, best high I’ve had since I was fourteen!” she exclaimed enthusiastically. She handed the joint to Jennifer and lighted it for her. “Try it!”
Reluctantly, Jennifer puffed. Her friend was right! Only a few puffs and she felt considerably more relaxed and lightheaded. It was as if suddenly she had no more cares other than her psychedelic pleasure. To hell with calculus! Who needs math when you got...drugs? :wink:
Heather handed Jennifer her ipod and shuffled through her “Dark Side of the Moon” album by Pink Floyd. They both sat there, listening to their music, until Jennifer’s cell phone alarm rang, cautioning her not to be late for her biology class.
“See you later, Junkie,” she waved goodbye to Heather, who remained sitting at The Pit. She will probably stay there until much later.
“You got it, Four Eyes.”

The next day, Heather showed up right after Jennifer’s English class ended and asked her to eat lunch with her at The Pit today.
“It’s going to be empty again, and I got something I wanna show you.”
Jennifer sighed, “look, Heather, I had a lot of fun yesterday, but I don’t think we should make a habit out of this.”
Heather cut her in midsentence, “don’t worry, it’s not the same. I got something else. Do you like Skittles?”

Jennifer assumed that those “Skittles” were actually pills of some sort. She was very surprised to find they were essentially the round, colourful candies known to her as fruit Skittles since she was four.
“Eat your lunch, girl,” Heather pointed to her lunch bag, “no dessert until you finish your food!”
Jennifer wrinkled her nose in confusion; “why are you making such a big deal about SKITTLES?” She asked Heather. Frankly, she was convinced those “Skittles” were actually a lot less innocent than they looked, but didn’t want to say anything.
Heather sighed. “How long have we been friends?”
Good question, though Jennifer. “Four, five years?”
“Yes, and was I already a druggie we became besties?”
Jennifer didn’t need to think about the answer. “Obviously, but...”
“Yeah! These are modified Skittles, biotch. Haven’t you ever wanted to REALLY taste the rainbow?”
Jennifer couldn’t help but laugh. Seldom was Heather capable of making a joke that was actually clever. “Modified? Oh god look, I’m not doing anything like Speed. That stuff is bad, even for you.”
Heather laughed. “Don’t you worryyyy, this is just hash, it’s cannabis,” she bit the Skittle and showed that the inside was made of a dark, fibrous substance. “Made with artificial colours and flavours,” she shoved a handful in her mouth, “mmm, tastes fruity.”
Jennifer finished her ham and turkey sandwich and took a handful of colourful Skittles. She gave her friend an expectant look, and put the Skittles in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed the fruity hash bites.

“Mmm, they’re pretty good,” thought Jennifer as the drug began to affect her. She stared into the bright pink sun, which was checkered with yellow marshmallow-clouds, and began to giggle. She heard Heather giggling with her.
“How do you feel?” Heather asked.
“This...is...great!” mumbled Jennifer in a thick, dull voice. “I haven’t been this relaxed since I was probably seven, and that was during my trip to the Planetarium. But this is even better than the Planetarium!” Indeed, Jennifer could almost taste the clouds, they looked so delicious...
“What are you seeing?” She asked Heather.
“Um, you see that tree over there?” She pointed to their left. “Well, I know it was a tree, but it kinda looks like an emu.”
Jennifer inspected the tree carefully. “Really? Mmm, I don’t see it. Are you sure you know what an emu is, Heather?”
“Of course I know what an emu is! You think I’m that stupid?” She slapped her friend playfully. They both giggled again, and continued popping hash Skittles into their mouths.
“They don’t have any negative side effects, do they?” asked Jennifer.
“Considering the price I paid for them, I sure as hell hope not, “said Heather. “I think I should change the music. Have you ever heard Kraftwerk?”

Heather shuffled her ipod to a track called "Radioactivity", and they both drifted into another drug-induced hallucination. Jennifer has never felt like this. She was scared, but she enjoyed herself far too much to sober up in time for her next class. Whether the third period bell actually rang or not, she never found out, as she felt her eyelids betraying her. Damn it, thought Jennifer. She only slept four hours that night, so the drug was particularly potent, although she was convinced it was not intended to be. Heather became surprisingly quiet, though. Jennifer became worried. Eventually she gathered enough strength to call out: “Heather?” And she heard a moan of struggle, followed by actual physical struggling. She opened her eyes, and found out they were no longer in the pit!

Heather and Jennifer were in a dark basement, sitting on two wooden chairs. Jennifer tried to move her limbs, but realized they were restrained to a chair! She looked down and saw coils of hemp rope bound tightly against her arms, body, and legs. Heather was tied up the exact same way, but she was also gagged with a rag.
“Heather!” Jennifer screamed. “Where the hell are we?!”
“Hmmm!” Heather replied. Oh right, thought Jennifer. You’re gagged, you can’t speak. The hallucinatory effect of the Skittles was quickly dissipating as reality sank in. However, Jennifer was now experiencing the side-effect of a major headache. “Gosh, my head,” she muttered. “I wish I had a Tylenol with me.” Even if she had one, her arms were bound too tightly to reach inside her pocket.
“I’m sure I can offer you something better,” someone said back. It was a faint, breathy voice belonging to an older man. He approached her, but in the basement’s darkness, she could not see his face very well.
“WHO ARE YOU?!” Screamed Jennifer. “Hmmfff!” Heather groused concurringly.
The man chuckled. “Who am I? You’re about to find out, Jennifer Jung...”

To be continued! :mouthopen:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby VictimNumber1 » Mon Aug 13, 2012 3:24 am

Great story again Canuck. Ever gonna finish tied on pride?
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby Canuck33 » Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:58 am

Seeing how this story hasn't received many views, I stopped writing. :( If you anybody wants me to continue, please let me know.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby VictimNumber1 » Sun Sep 02, 2012 3:57 am

Sorry, I'd love to see this story continue, just very anxious to finish pride :D
Please continue
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby Batsiiii » Sun Sep 02, 2012 12:48 pm

Its not the amount of views that matters, its the quality of the story, and this is damm good!

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby Canuck33 » Mon Sep 03, 2012 10:20 am

Thank you everyone for your support, I'm planning out the second part as we speak, and will post it later. :big:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby Canuck33 » Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:36 am

Part 2

“HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME, YOU SICK TWISTED JUNKIE BASTARD?” Jennifer bellowed at the strange looking man.
The man chuckled. “My name is Amal, it’s nice to meet you too,” he said softly. There was no edge to his voice. Seeing how the two girls were properly secured to their chairs, he was perfectly calm. He then added, slightly offended: “So you think I’m a junkie? I wouldn’t be talking if I were you.”
Slightly taken back, Jennifer continued in a softer tone: “What do you want from us? And why did you gag my friend?”
Amal walked closer to her, and Jennifer had to back off so the acrid smell of marijuana will not disturb her breath. His face, while not necessarily unattractive, was unshaven and full of pockmarks and small scars. His big, dark brown eyes have not lost their intensity despite being blood shot. Amal leaned in, forcing Jennifer to sit back as far as her restraints would allow.

“I will answer both questions at once,” Amal responded in a soft, strangely ominous tone. He cleared his throat. “Your friend, Heather, gets her stuff from a local street kid named Julien. At she’s been doing so for the past three months. Is it three?” He looks at Heather for confirmation.
“Hmmmmp!” She responds, gagged.
“Right, anyways,” he continues, “The point is - Julien works for me. Heather decided that regular pot won’t cut it this time, so she decided to get a little more ambitious and buy my ‘Skittles’.” Amal made parentheses with his fingers to illustrate his point. “Just like any new local drug mixture, Skittles are still very rare, but considering their immediate success, I charge a lot for them, and justifiably so.” Amal’s voice took a note of pride, as if growing psychotropic drugs was his dream come true. “Your friend is quite...greedy. She purchased in the area of $400 worth of Skittles.” Jennifer attempted to say something, but Amal raised his finger to silence her. “Yes, four hundred, and granted, being your closest friend, she decided to share some of that happiness with you. Not like there’s anything wrong with that.” Amal chuckled again.

Jennifer nodded, “I see what you’re saying. But I still don’t understand why you brought me here, and why you had to tie me up.”
Amal refocused. “Jennifer, contrary to popular belief about drug...experts, I’m not a violent man, and I do not intend to hurt you. I have a master’s degree in ecological design, for god’s sake.” Ooh, that sounds interesting, thought Jennifer.
“But Julien told me something that really upset me. You see, I keep a close account of my finances, just like any smart drug...expert should do. Four hundred might not seem like a serious amount to a privileged adolescent girl like you, but...it is a lot. That’s how much Heather owes me.” Heather started grunting noisily through the gag, turning Jennifer’s attention to her.
She started realizing exactly how much trouble she was in. “So Heather bought the drugs, but didn’t pay on time?” More groans of protest.
Amal breathed heavily, “not exactly. Heather took the drugs from Julien, who happens to be very small. He’s almost a midget. He let Heather try a piece, told her how she owes him, and she didn’t like the answer so she overpowered him and stole his entire supply, as well as a large bag of weed he was carrying. So she actually owes me closer to five hundred dollars. She gave Julien a bruise, as well as scared the life out of him, that poor boy.”

Heather was now practically yelling through her gag; “Uhhhhh! Nnnnnnn!”
Jennifer now became ireful of her best friend. “You...STUPID BITCH! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING SO DAMN STUPID?!” She barked angrily.
“Jennifer, please,” Amal grabbed her hands in order to calm her down, but she didn’t notice.
“You’re going to get both of us KILLED, YOU BRAINLESS REDNECK TWIT! ARGHHH!” She kept wailing at Heather. “Will you ever learn to THINK?!”
“Jennifer, you’re going to have to stay calm, we’re all going to find a solution to this problem,” said Amal.
“Fuck you, asshole!” Jennifer said coldly.
Amal walked away, came back carrying a huge syringe, and injected Jennifer.
“No!” She howled.
“I told you to calm down, but you wouldn’t listen,” said the drug dealer. “We’re going to resume this discussion when you’re feeling civilized. Now I must talk to Heather.”
The last think Jennifer saw was Amal moving Heather, still bound tightly to her chair, to the far corner of the basement room, where their conversation would be heard less loudly. He removed the duct tape from her mouth, and she said something; it was too quiet for Jennifer to hear. Regardless, her conscience was slipping. Damn it, thought Jennifer, still a little angry, what did this wacko inject me with?”

When Jennifer reopened her eyes, her hands were still behind her back, and she was still bound to her chair. However, she was no longer on the floor. In fact, she was floating in the air; she could move herself by swinging her legs back and forth. She was no longer in the basement, or the pit, or any place she could recognize. The sky around her was bubblegum pink...could she possibly be on Mars? No, she would be dead by no, she thought. The grass was pink as well, but a darker, stronger shade of pink. The air smelled too sweet, like one of those cheap fruit-flavoured lollipops you buy at the grocery store. Suddenly, the chair stopped in its tracks, and Jennifer could not move it no matter how hard she swung her legs.
“What’s happening?” Jennifer said softly. Then the chair tilted, so Jennifer was facing the ground (she was about a hundred feet off the ground by now), and it started descending. Then she realized that the grass below was not actual grass...but a roaring flame!
“What the...help...” she whispered, “help...HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!”

To Be Continued

What do you guys think so far? Fyi I've never actually been high, so I apologize for my very amateurish drug-related descriptions. :worried: I did think "Skittles" would make a pretty convincing-looking drug, though.
Last edited by Canuck33 on Tue Sep 04, 2012 7:33 am, edited 1 time in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby VictimNumber1 » Tue Sep 04, 2012 3:55 am

I've never touched drugs, so I really am not sure but it is a great story as always.
One thing I would like to point out is I think (not sure but if so I'm really lost) that you accidentally changed Jennifer's name to Rebecca when she was getting injected. But overall awesome story and hope you proceed.
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby Canuck33 » Tue Sep 04, 2012 7:34 am

Hi VictimNumber1, thanks again for supporting me in my literary quest. :big: I just made that correction, I also had a few minor spelling mistakes which I cleaned up.
Last edited by Canuck33 on Thu Sep 06, 2012 5:47 am, edited 1 time in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby VictimNumber1 » Wed Sep 05, 2012 2:40 am

:D
I'm always a bit unsure on whether to correct people or not, so generally I don't point out typos because I don't want people to hate me lol. But great story anyway, hope you continue soon.
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Sep 06, 2012 6:06 am

Ohhh no I truly appreciate it, I'm always in a hurry when I write these stories. Generally I don't even proofread them right away (I do re-read some stories though), so this is a great help. I will write the next section soon, probably tonight. The drug-induced TUG is only getting started, things are going to get even crazier. :big:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Skittle Story (M/ff)

Postby VictimNumber1 » Fri Sep 07, 2012 4:31 am

:D ok
Looking forward to it.
P.S. my signature joke is better lol.
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.