I am experimenting with the taboo of combining universes here...
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Joy cinched the last knot binding Bridget. Bridget and Jenny were sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. Bridget was wearing a white blouse, blue jeans, black sneakers, a blue ponytail, and a white headband. Jenny had her pink athletic shorts, a navy blue school t-shirt, pink sneakers, and a pink headband. Nichole and Joyce stood watching.
"Joy, let me go!"
"Not so fast!" Joy said as she pulled out a purple bandana and folded it up.
"But the visitor!"
"C'mon, Joy!" Jenny protested too.
"We have an hour!"
"And?"
"What if she sees us?"
"What if we get reported to the dean?"
"It'll be fine. You'll be freed by then."
Bridget was bound in perfect fashion. Her wrists and and elbows were bound to the sides of the chair individually. A breast harness and waist rope clamped her torso down. Each leg was thoroughly tied to the legs on the respective side with no ropes tying the legs to each other. At least she could slide the chair around.
Jenny wasn't much better off. Her arms and elbows were bound behind the chair and networked into it, nevermind the breast harness and waist rope. Her ankles, knees, and thighs were bound and networked in as well. She couldn't slide the chair around.
"How come she gets bound less restrictively than I do?"
"Because you're my best friend. I give you my best."
"OH! Ok... HEY!" Jenny said.
"Hey, that means I'm second fiddle."
"C'mon, Joy," Joyce said as she took a camouflage bandana out of Jenny's backpack and folded it up.
"Shut up in 3-2-1-go!" Joy said.
With that, the bound girls were quelled. They applied strips of duct tape over the victims' mouths. Joy and Joyce grabbed green and pink bandanas, respectively, and blindfolded Bridget and Jenny, respectively.
"Who is the guest, Joy?" Nichole asked
"Oh, some softball player whose sister goes here. Rules say she has to stay in a dorm, and we have an empty bunk."
"Do you know her?"
"Jenny does, right?"
"Mmmm!" she nodded.
Now it was a 3-way stale mate between Joy, Joyce, and Nichole. Joy was wearing a pink skirt that came down to her calves with a brown blouse, brown sandals, and a brown headband to look her best for the guest. Joyce was wearing black shorts, sneakers, and a red t-shirt. Nichole had on a navy blue school shirt, turquoise athletic shorts, red sneakers, and a navy blue bandana headband.
One must survive.
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Janie Patterson was excited to be spending the week at Minnesota Texh with her sister, Lauren. It was the first time Janie was ever in a northern state, although being spring it certainly wasn't THAT cold. They talked excitedly as they rode in the familiar Jeep.
Lauren was used to the cold and wearing yellow athletic shorts with a navy blue school tank top with thin straps and white sneakers. Janie was less cold-hardy and wearing red sweat pants, a blue t-shirt, and a red headband with hwr blue sneakers.
"So how is it here?"
"The classes are REALLY hard here. You'll love them."
"Really. It'd be nice to earn an A for once."
"You'll bust your rear off for a C here."
"So how about the girls I am staying with."
"Well, they're a friend's friends. Jenny's dorm is filled, but her friends have a bunk."
"Jenny is the cross-country girl?"
"Walk on and not bad either."
"Anything about them?"
"They seem eccentric, so isn't everyone else. We're all geeks here."
"Are they nice?"
"Jenny is awesome, great girl for a freshman."
"The others?"
"I have only met one, Bridget, who's on the rowing team. She seems nice. You'll be sharing a room with her from what Jenny told me."
"How about the school?"
"It's small, and everything is within a quick walk even in winter."
"And the food?"
"Don't to the Student Union, EVER!"
"Why?"
"Worst food EVER!" Lauren said parking the Jeep. "Here we are!"
"What is it?"
"This here is the science building where the labs are. Total maze in there. C'mon, dorms are this way."
"That must be the cafeteria?"
"Yeah, best sandwiches you'll find anywhere around here."
"And this is the theater?"
"Run down, but the students put on good shows. Look at this?"
"What is that?"
"That's the machine shop?"
"That shed?"
"It looks like a shed, but wow is it deep! I have cut more things!"
"And this?"
"Is Rizzi Hall! Come on!"
They got Janie checked in, introduced and handed directions to find Powell Hall, where Janie was staying. Lauren didn't need the map though.
"Zach lives here?" Lauren said of her boyfriend.
"Where?"
"He's the 4th floor RA. I'll go see him after dumping you on the 2nd."
"Lots of students here?"
"This first floor is a lounge. It has great rooms to study in too! Even a computer lab!"
"But the staircase is rank!"
"Always. Something died, I think."
"Maybe a water buffalo!"
"Stuff it!" Lauren said prophetically, holding the door open. "This way."
They walked down the hall to #215 and knocked.
"Good luck. Text me," Lauren said walking away.
"I will!"
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Joy and Nichole glanced at each other, nodded, and tackled Joyce. It was a power granted by years of friendship: the ability to work together without a prior huddle.
"Hey, now. Be nice!" Joyce said knowing she was the loser.
"A cooperative victim, nice!" Nichole said with a laugh as she tied Joyce's wrist.
"She's got an upbeat attitude," Joy said tying the girl's ankles.
"If I promise to be quiet, will you not gag me?"
"No way under the sun!" Joy said matter-of-fact-ly.
"Ah, nuts!"
"At least you are being fun about it."
"Look at the grumps over there," Nichole added to Joy's statement.
"Well, it's fun sometimes, like this."
"It's fun when both people are in on it. The struggle is OK if the spirit is there."
"A-rr [Traitor]," mmphed Bridget.
Sometimes Joyce was just brilliant with statements like that. It kept the mood up in spite of others. In the fun, they forgot about the impending visitor.
Joyce's elbows, knees, and thighs were bound, and a breast harness and waist rope pinned her arms as they sat her on the couch. Nichole ran a rope from Joyce's breasts to her knees. Joy folded a black bandana into a band and Nichole got the tape ready.
"Now shut up!" Joy said gagging the victim.
"Peace and quiet," Nichole said placing strips of tape over their friend's mouth.
"That's that."
"No it isn't!" Nichole said clamping a hand over Joy's mouth.
"Mmm! Nnn!"
"Be a sport, like Joyce."
"Mm!" Joy nodded.
"Great!"
Nichole tied Joy's wrists and elbows with a breast harness and waist rope before sitting her on a chair. Nichole then bound Joy's ankles, knees, and thighs. She folded up a brown bandana.
"Now open wide."
"All right," Joy said with a sigh as the gag went in.
"Thanks, champ!" Nichole said knotting it off tightly.
"Mmm!" Joy responded.
"Now then, about securing you to this chair," Nichole said as someone knocked on the door.
You could have heard a pin drop in the room at that moment. Everyone's blood ran cold as they realized they had forgotten about the guests!
"What do I do?" Nichole panicked. "Move you all into the bedrooms?"
"Mmm! Oh nn uh or!" Joy instructed.
"She'll see you!"
"Oo ay!"
"OK..." Nichole said almost crying, certain of imminent expulsion as the knock came again.
Nichole opened the door. She creaked it a smidge. She saw an athletic type in the hall.
"Hello?" Nichole asked peeking.
"Are you Joy?"
"I'm Joy's frien, Nichole. Who are you?"
"Nice to meet you, Nichole. I'm Janie Patterson. Did I come to the wrong place?"
"No, no... this is it..." Nichole trailed off.
"Is everything all right?"
"One moment please," Nichole closed the door. "Joy?"
"Et rrr innn."
"OK...," Nichole said opening the door. "Come in."
"Thanks," Janie said walking in backwards checking her suitcase to make sure it came in nicely.
"Make yourself at home," Nichole quickly shut the door.
"Wow, this is nice... what the heck?!" she said spinning around.
"Hi, Janie. I'm Joy," Joy said through the gag as she struggled to stand up.
"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!?!" Janie demanded.