Dinas' plan

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Aug 11, 2013 2:28 am

Constandina, a rather small, brown-haired teen-age girl of Greek descent, lay on her back on a towel by the public out-door swimming-pool, basking in the sun and dressed in a pink bathing suit.
“Hey, Dina,” she heard someone shout. “You wanna come and explore an old, abandoned house?”
She looked up, and saw five of her friends standing together a few meters away, the boys dressed in Speedos, and the girls in bathing suits; all of them wearing moccasins, but no socks.
”Sure,” Dina hollered back, “just a second!”

When she had joined them, she asked where they were going.
“You know that old abandoned shack up on Third Street?” Jon said. “I’ve wanted to look inside it for a long time; now seemed, for some reason, to be the perfect time.”
“Yea, I know the place,” Dina replied. For some reason she had begun to get goose-bumps all over her body. “Some people say it’s haunted!”
“Yea; and some people say the moon’s made of Swiss-cheese. Do you believe them too?” Hanna sneered.
The remark made Dina go on the defensive, and act tougher than she actually was. “Course I don’t, and who says I believe the house is haunted? Well, are we just going to stand around here talking all day, or are we going to get going?” She started walking with as long a stride as her short legs permitted. Behind her back, the rest of the gang looked at each other and grinned.
“Nice work.” Jon whispered to Hanna. “I think you really pissed her off!”
“Thank you!” she whispered back. “Pissing people off is only one of my many skills. Haven’t you noticed?”

The gang stood outside the house, looking at each other; no one wanting to be the first one going up and look through the windows.
“Oh, this is ridiculous!” Dina hissed, took Wes’ hand in a firm grip and walked up to the door. Still clutching his hand, she turned the door-handle. To her surprise, and Wes’s horror, the door opened without a sound. She turned around and waved for the others to join them, as they walked through the door.

When their eyes had adjusted to the dusk, Billy pointed at some things hanging from the ceiling in one of the rooms. He went over and poked them with a finger, and a faint” clink”-ing sound could be heard.
“Huh?” he muttered in surprise. “These are all chains! And look; in the corner over here is a pile of cuffs, with chains! And there are larger ones hanging from the wall!” He opened a small box on the wall, and found it full of keys. Another wall-mounted box just below was filled with padlocks. “What kind of people lived here?” he muttered.

Meanwhile Dina had picked a pair of cuffs from the floor, and had started trying them on to see if they fitted. She eventually found a pair small enough not to slide off her slender wrists. Without anyone noticing, she took two of the locks and put them on the cuffs. Then, she took a slightly larger set of cuffs and put them on her ankles, locking them with two more padlocks.
“TAA-DAA!” she shouted. “How do I look?”
Startled by the sudden noise, her comrades spun around with fear written all over their pale faces.
When they realized it was just Dina wanting their attention, they started growling and muttering.

As soon as he had calmed down, George bent down and looked through the pile of cuffs. He took out a few more and said:
“Hey, guys? Isn’t it a shame Dina’s the only one in cuffs? Am I the only one who thinks Hanna and Sarah would look terrific wearing them, too?”
Of course Billy and Wes agreed, and within a few minutes all girls had their wrists and ankles cuffed, and told to stand beneath the chains. Billy, George and Wes took a padlock each and told the girls to “reach for the ceiling”. Then they locked the cuffs on the chains, exposing a wealth of unprotected girl-body to tickle.
“Look,” Wes said and pointed at the floor. “There are even rings in the floor! O.K, girls; spread ‘em!” He went around locking their ankle-cuffs to the rings, thus giving the guys even more area to tickle.
Soon, the house echoed of the sound of clinking chains, and girls laughing, squealing, crying and begging;
“NO; NOT THERE”; “PLEASE; STOP IT”; and “PLEASE; NO MORE”, and threats, such as;” YOU’RE SOO DEAD, WHEN WE GET OUT OF HERE!”

Two hours later, three pairs left the house.
”I still wonder who lived there.” Billy was still intrigued. “Whoever they were, they must have known how to amuse themselves.”
“Mm, they did; didn’t they?” Hanna agreed.
“If you call being tickled half to death amusing!” Sarah said.
“Erm, guys?” Dina said holding up her hands, which were still in cuffs, as were the other girls’. “Haven’t you forgotten something?”
“No, we haven’t,” George said, “as a safety-precaution those will stay on until we can be reasonably sure you won’t try to get revenge.”
“Right, O.K!” Dina sighed deeply, acting very sad. “That means the rest of summer then, because we will, or at least I will, continue to be mad at you for this for quite some time!”
“Yea; and the same go for Hanna and me!” Sarah defiantly said.
“It does?” Hanna looked surprised. Then, after having had Sarah’s elbow shoved in her ribs:” Oh, yea!”
The boys looked at each other, shrugged and grinned.
Three girls, all of them cuffed, an empty house, a large quantity of cuffs, chains, and locks, and no one to disturb them? Oh, what possibilities for a mixed bag of entertainment that combination held!
Whazzzz up!.