Hi all!
So, I'm back. Been a while, and as my last stories got good reception, I've decided to write another. I know the last one remains unfinished and I will go back to it eventually (got ideas for Housemates 3). In the mean time... enjoy!
"You have got to be kidding me!" she cried, wrenching at her bonds some more. She gritted her teeth as she twisted her hands, trying to find any slack in the knots that held her.
"OK, very funny. Haha! Now... just.... urgh!"
She pulled with all of her strength, bending her knees to try and free her feet.
"Dont worry! I can get out of this. Just you see!"
With that, she properly started thrashing about on the bed, her eyes darting everywhere to see why she couldn't escape. She looked up at her hands, tied together to the headboard of the bed by a thick, dark scarf. Her hands turned and wrenched, the scarf looking extremely tight. Turning her gaze down to her feet, she was greeted with a similar sight; they were bound together, with yet more scarf wrapped around her legs and thighs. She wiggled, wincing as the clough cut into her bare skin; when she'd agreed to this ridiculous idea, she'd been wearing a summery dress with a t-shirt and cardigan.
And still her bonds held fast.
She began to feel nervous, her heart beating faster.
"OK, I give up! You got me."
The door to the bedroom opened, and her best friend, Chelsea, walked into the room grinning.
"So, you admit you can't get out?"
"Yes, OK, you win."
"So, when you said that you could get out of it no problem if I tied you up... you admit that was silly."
"Yeah, OK I admit it! Will you let me out now!"
She squirmed some more. Chelsea grinned.
"Calm down, Linds. You're going to break my bed!"
Lindsey forced herself to lie still, fervently wishing she'd never agreed to this. Oh sure, it had sounded like a brilliant idea at the time. Her and Chelsea had just finished their AS Levels and were sat at home with nothing to do. It was raining like no tomorrow outside, and, as usual, nothing was on the TV. It was then Chelsea had suggested it.
"Do you remember when we used to play cowboys and indians?"
"What? We've not played that in like 10 years!"
"Well," Chelsea had replied. "I remember you used to be terrible at tying me up when you caught me!"
"You weren't much better," laughed Lindsey.
"Yeah, well, I reckon I could proper keep you tied up now!"
"Erm, what?" Lindsey had looked at her friend sceptically. "What's brought this on?"
"Oh, nothing. Just bored, and thought we could try something different for a change. Don't matter." She suddenly looked really awkward and turned away. Lindsey smiled.
"Go on then. MIght as well. Got nothing else to do! Don't have to be home until later on."
"Brilliant!"
Chelsea had then produced some scarfs from her drawer, wrapping one around Lindsey's wrists in front of her before knotting it tightly. Lindsey winced.
"Bloody hell, Chels. Not so tight!"
She tested the restraints, finding them to be rather effective. She could not twist her hands out like she used to; they were stuck fast. Thinking back, Lindsey should have stopped it then. She should have made Chelsea untie her hands and suggest they do something else. But Chelsea had already moved onto her feet, wrapping scarves around her feet, legs and thighs. It was now Lindsey had started to feel a little nervous.
"Hey Chels. Chill out will you?"
"Got to make it good! Can't have you escaping."
"Yeah, but my hands are actually kind of hurting. Could you, like, loosen this a little bit?"
"OK, sure," Chelsea sighed. Lindsey held out her hands, only to have Chelsea quickly grab them and force them up over her head, attaching them with yet more scarf to the headboard of the bed.
"Hey, what the hell?"
"There! No way you're getting out of that!"
And no truer words had been spoken. Ten minutes on and Lindsey was still tied to the bed, completely stuck.
"Chels, I'm freaking out. Will you untie me please?"
Chelsea just grinned wider.
"Seriously. I don't like this. Let me out."
"Shush your moaning. You said you were bored." She paused, seeing the look that Lindsey was giving her.
"OK, fine."
She moved forward once more. Lindsey relaxed, feeling slightly relieved, when suddenly she felt Chelsea grab her head hard, stuffing some material into her mouth.
"Ow!" she cried out. Chelsea wrapped a scarf around her head, pulling it hard with a knot at the back to make a very tight cleave gag. Lindsey started struggling madly again.
"UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!" she tried to scream, but the gag muffled it.
"Shush! Oh, you're so dramatic. I'm going to go get some tape to shut you up proper! Don't go anywhere."
She winked at her friend, slyly slipping from the room as Lindsey struggled frantically against her bonds.
She really squirmed, trying to do everything she could think of to escape. But the bonds were like iron and would not shift no matter what she did. Angry tears dashed from her eyes, and she felt herself becoming drenched with sweat. This had long since gone past the point of funny! When she got out of this, she would so get Chelsea back.
The gag stretched her mouth painfully, and she felt herself drooling slightly. What a sight she must have looked! Lindsey was an attractive girl of seventeen, with long brunette hair and dark eyes. She was a rather tall, slender young woman, having in the past done a significant amount of dancing. Despite having given it up, she still maintained her figure, even if she had also broadened out a bit as she got older. Lindsey wasn't exactly the type of person who cared too much about her looks, but even so, she wouldn't want anyone to see her as she was now. Sweating, hair everywhere, looking thoroughly fed up.
She relaxed again, trying to think of ways to get out of this. Obviously, she wasn't going to escape on her own. Her bonds were too tight, and she'd probably only end up hurting herself if she kept this up. She needed to convince Chelsea to untie her. Maybe when she got back, she might agree to it. If Lindsey lightened up.
Forcing herself to calm down, she tried to think of other stuff to take her mind of her predicament. She thought of her impending summer plans; her family were taking her on holiday to Spain, while she'd booked tickets to go to a festival she'd wanted to visit for years. She thought of Daniel, the guy she'd liked from afar for some time, and wondered what he was doing at that moment. One thing was for sure... he probably wasn't tied up right now.
"MMMMMHHH!"
She couldn't help herself. She started struggling again. Chelsea had been gone for at least half an hour now, and Lindsey was starting to wonder what was keeping her. This was seriously starting to annoy her now. When Chelsea did eventually let her go, she doubted she'd just be able to forget about this. The joke was starting to go too far.
"Don't worry," she told herself. "She'll come back soon and let you go. She will. Soon."
The half an hour soon turned into an hour.