The middle of nowhere, and the complications thereof f/f

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:48 am

Liza and her friend Marie, both 16 years old, medium built and naturally very blond hair, down to the middle of their waists, arrived at the cottage they had borrowed from a friend. It was, basically, located in the middle of nowhere, which suited them perfectly. They had told him they were going there to relax, after a strenuous fall. Come to think of it, that wasn’t too far from the truth, after all.
After having lugged their bags inside, they got out of our one-piece snowsuits. Underneath, they were similarly dressed, blue jeans, thick, black pantyhose and white blouses. Not for long though. Liza went into the bedroom, and changed into the grey leotard, she’d be wearing for the next 24 hours. Then, she went out to her friend who, meanwhile, had picked up some rope from one of the bags.
While Marie tied her friends’ hands snugly behind her back, they both commented on how kind it was of mutual friend, to let them use the cottage over the weekend. Of course, he had no idea what they were going to do out here, but as Liza put it with a shrug; “What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him. Right?” Marie totally agreed.

Marie tied a second rope around Liza’s waist, between her legs, and tied it to the rope she had already tied around her friends’ wrists.
“Aow! Don’t you know that hurts?” Liza giggled.
“No, it doesn’t, and you know it! You’re just such a cry-baby!” Marie said cheerfully, as she tied Liza’s knees together. They went over to a post Liza could be tied to, while she unpacked in the bed-room. While in there, she also had a good look at the beds, more especially their frames. “Good,” she thought, “sturdy enough, to be tied to!”

Later that evening, when they were ready to go to bed, Marie told Liza, who was still wearing the same clothes as before, to lie down on her back and spread her arms and legs out. She tied them to the posts. She tied a scarf around Liza’s head. Then, she just sort of happened to poke her in the side, whereby Liza squealed loudly.
“So, you’re that ticklish, are you?” Marie noted. She tried a few more places back and forth, a few times; along the sides, the insides and outsides of the legs, the tummy, neck and arms, from the armpits to the wrists. Every place she tried resulted in a gratifying, and loud, squeal. So much so, she in fact went on “trying different places” as she put it, for more than an hour.
Then she untied Liza from the bed and let her, still blindfolded, use the bathroom, before letting her put on a onesie, tying her hands together in front of her. She lay down on the bed, and Marie tied her knees and ankles together.

“Good night”, she told her friend. “Sweet dreams!”
It took quite a while before Liza calmed down enough to fall asleep, but once she did, she slept like a baby.

The next morning:
When he woke up the next morning, Marie first couldn’t understand why she had her hands and feet tied together, and why she couldn’t see anything. Then, slowly, it all came back to her. “Liza’s gonna get it good today!” she maliciously thought.
After having been freed from the ropes, she got dressed in thick, red pantyhose, some petticoats and a bright red dress, trimmed with white fur. The dress was a snug fit down to the waist, and then it ballooned out. She completed her attire, by putting on a red hood with a white lace border. She brushed her hair, divided it in two, and put it in pig tails, her favourite hair style, when relaxing.

She took a good look in the mirror; “Hello! I’m miss Red Ridinghood, and I’m soo adorable. Don’t you think?” she said, giggling and batting her eyelashes, like crazy. She went over to Liza who, in the mean-time, had dressed in a green leotard and thick grey, pantyhose. She tied her hands, crossed, in front of her and then they went exploring.
There wasn’t much to see, on the ground-floor itself, but Marie pointed out a strange hatch in the ceiling. Liza pulled it down, revealing a ladder. When they had climbed it (Marie with some difficulty), they found that what they had believed to be an empty waste of space, between the roof and the ceiling, was in fact a single room. Posts and beams supported the roof.

While they were up there, they suddenly heard the front-door being opened, and a male voice saying: “Hello! Anyone there?”
In panic, they looked at each other. They weren’t expecting anyone!
“I’ll go down and get rid of him ASAP, and then I’ll come back up to get you, shall I?” Liza whispered. Marie gulped and nodded. She quickly gagged Marie and tied her hands to one of the posts, before hurrying down the ladder. A strange man stood just inside the door. He had a bushy, grey beard, and was dressed in jeans and a denim shirt.

He took a step back, when Liza came running towards the door. “Hello!” he said. “Who might you be?”
Liza came to a dead stop just in front of him: “I might ask you the same thing! “, she said panting. ”I’m Liza, with a Z, by the way.”
“Hello Liza, with a Z! I’m John. Are you alone in here?”
She was just about to say ’yes’, when Marie made an unfortunate noise. John calmly walked towards the ladder and went up, with Liza running behind, frantically trying to stop him.
“Well, well, well! What DO we have here? This just keeps on getting better and better, by the minute, you know.” he chuckled. “First Little Red Riding Hood here, otherwise known as Liza.” He went over and took the gag out of Marie’s mouth. “Now, who might you be, and why do you have your hands tied like that?” Marie told him her name, and said they had borrowed the cabin from a friend of theirs, to have somewhere to play some tie-up games , without having other people snooping around, asking them what they were doing. “We’re going home later today.” she added.

Upon hearing this, John again chuckled. “So, you two like being tied up, do you? Well, don’t let me stop you! In fact, I’ll help you!” Before any of the girls had had any chance to react, he grabbed Liza by the arm and put her against one of the other poles. Using a rope he found on the floor, he quickly tied her hands behind it. He then untied Marie, turned her around and tied them back together again. When he had finished, he wiped his forehead, with the back of his hand and said; “That there were well made knots. I hope mine are as good. I’ll leave you two, to get loose, and see myself out.
Don’t worry! I’ll be back in a little while. If you’re still here, I’ll give you lift back to town. If you don’t want to, I SUPPOSE you could find someone willing to give you a lift, but it’s doubtful. See you soon!” He climbed down, and they could hear the front-door being shut.

After having wiggled her hands around for a long time, Marie managed to get free. She untied Marie’s hands and they hurried back down. They both quickly changed back into jeans and sweaters. Then, they shoved the ropes back into the bags from which they had taken them, put on their boots, hats, gloves and snow-suits, and went running out the door. And right into the arms of John.
“So, you managed to get free before I got back, did you? And you’ve changed your clothes, I see. Well, ain’t that a pity! I liked the way you were dressed before. But I guess you can’t have it all, can you? Have you thought about my offer to drive you back home?”
They looked at each other. “I suppose you’d better drive us back home.” Marie despondently said. Now, put your bags in the back seat of my car, and wait for me.” They went over to a station-wagon parked on the road. They put their bags in the back-seat, and then they waited, knowing full well he probably was their one and only chance of getting home that night, or at all, for that matter.

When John came back, he opened the back lid and told them to get in. He rummaged around in their bags and came back with some rope. He gave Mari two of them, and told her to tie Liza’s wrists and ankles, any way she wanted, and he then would inspect her work. Marie tied her friend’s wrists crossed behind her back, and crossed her ankles and tied them together, as best she could. John tied her the same way, and then gagged the girls, before inspecting and giving thumbs up, in regards to her work.

He drove them all he way back home, letting them go outside the door to the apartment-complex where they lived.
Whazzzz up!.