Count It All Joy

Postby AlexUSA » Tue Sep 22, 2015 5:44 pm

It was about time to clean the old dorm. Joy hadn't realized just how bad it was, but she noticed that washing dishes, dusting, nd keeping stuff where it belongs wasn't enough. The place needed a vacuuming, the floors needed scrubbing, and the bathroom was in dire straits.

Joy stood in the bathroom as she talked to Bridget and Joyce about the situation. She was tying the knot of a gray kerchief bandana under her long blonde hair as she talked. She had on a gray t-shirt, blue jeans, and Converse sneakers. They discussed at length what the plan would be.

"This place is filthy."
"You just noticed?" Joyce asked.
"You have?"
"I constantly battle the grime on my own end."
"Bridget?"
"I just leave when she gets OCD with it."
"I am not OCD!"
"I didn't say you were."
"Good!"
"I didn't say you weren't either!"
"Hey!"
"Have you two seen the kitchen?"
"I already attacked the appliances a while ago," Bridget replied.
"I just left when she got OCD with it," Joyce said with a smirk.
"That is that much less hard work for us!" Joy said.
But that was 3 months ago...," Bridget trailed off.
"So who gets where?"
"I will take my room and the kitchen!" Joy started.
"I will take the bathroom," Bridget claimed.
"That leaves the living room for me," Joyce flatly added.
"Sounds like a go then!" Joy directed.
"It is!"
"Then let's get to it!"
"To the cleaning!"

Joyce went to her bedroom and grabbed a pink ponytail for her hair. She then got a lime green elastic headband and put it on. She was wearing jeans, white and pink sneakers, a white t-shirt, and a thin gray hoodie with the zipper open down to her breasts. She grabbed cleaner and went to work on the living room table.

Bridget went to the bathroom, pulled out her wide white headband, and put it on her head before taking out a black pony. She had a black t-shirt and red sweatpants on with her white sneakers. "Windex, I need Windex," she muttered as she pulled out her phone to find a text from Nichole. She shut the door to the bathroom upon reading the text.

"Planning some fun... You game?"
"What fun?"
"Put some friends in a bind ;)"
"Who?"
"The 3 J's"
"Joy. Joyce, Jenny?"
"Yeah. Go or no go?"
"It's a go! We are cleaning the place."
"We will come help then! Don't wear yourself out."
"OK."
"Give us 15."
"Will do"
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Jenny let out a groan as she tied the knot of her camouflage bandana headband under her hair which was in a brown ponytail. She had on a pink t-shirt and blue jeans with her bright pink sneakers. Nichole had on blue jeans, a bright blue t-shirt, blue sneakers, and a bright red headband; it was disgustingly cheerful.

"Nichole, why did you volunteer me to help?"
"Why not?"
"I'd much rather be sleeping."
"Come on! The work will be great!"
"I already have a job as it is!"
"Work-study isn"t work."
"Nichole..." she prodded.
"C'mon, Miss Lazypants! Let's go!

They left the dorm and locked the door behind them. They said little as they went down the elevator. As they walked along, they talked.

"Nichole, why?"
"I wanted to help. It gets us out!"
"Yeah, but we spend enough time there as it is."
"So? We can help them finish faster."
"I would rather be filling out financials for a professor..."
"Oh, that is boring, and you know it!"
"It isn't cleaning someone else's place for no reason though!"
"You want compensation?"
"I want cold, hard cash!"
"Ok, Ms. Marner," Nichole said rolling her eyes.

They continued on this sour note. Jenny realized that Nichole was only tying to help, or so she thought, so she brightened her mood by giving Nichole a playful punch on the arm. Nichole smiled inwardly, knowing that there was devious plots afoot! As soon as they arrived, Jenny and Nichole went right to work helping Joy and Joyce, respectively.

Nichole knew her timing was important, so she pushed Joyce to work in the living room first. Together, they dusted everything in sight: TV, the stand, lights, fans, and door jams. They made sure everything had no dust, doing all but white glove on it. The window and TV glass were scrubbed before they vacuumed the floor, getting the dust bunnies under the couch, which they had to move.

The kitchen was brutal because the sink and appliances were covered from months of maltreatment. This was going to require much elbow grease, so they took deep breaths and got right to it. Progress was slow, and before long they were wiping sweat from their brows. Joy was having second doubts, but then she remembered that she had to pay a penalty if the apartment wasn't kept clean.

Bridget worked alone in the bathroom. Fortunately, there was just a mirror, sink w/counter, toilet, floor, and shower stall, all crammed within an area 5 feet on each side at best. She got to work, taking it easy as she wanted to get it clean but get it done with making herself too weak to overpower her soon-to-be captives. They had spray cleaner Joyce brought from home and used frequently, so that made the shower easier.

It was a matter of getting the others tired now.
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Count It All Joy- Onslaught

Postby AlexUSA » Thu Sep 24, 2015 5:35 pm

Joy and Jenny kept hard at work scrubbing the kitchen. In many spots, they were having to scrub for minutes at a time. It was the stove that was the worst though, inside and out. The time spent on the stove alone was over 30 minutes even with them teaming up to clean the inside. And there was still the sink, microwave (which was Bridget's), and fridge to clean. Joy's shirt had both changed to a much darker tone from the sweat pouring off her. Nevertheless, they pressed on, cleaning the microwave next.

"This is gross!"
"I know!"
"How much more cleaner will it need?"
"Beats me!"
"Yuck!"
"Looks like we blew something up in here!"
"And smells like something died!"

Joyce and Nichole kept the living room cleaning up. They tackled the window with Windex, but months of buildup meant much elbow grease was required, so they cleaned the glass together and taking turns when the other tired. From there, they tackled the bedroom, which wasn't too bad. But the dust bunnies in both rooms hid nicely. Both girls were sweating from this.

The bathroom was almost done. Bridget could tell from the complaining going on that she was going to be done first, so she decided in her own mind to clean Joy's room... which would give her access to the materials needed to follow through on the plan.

"Joy, I can clean your room."
"Go ahead," she responded without looking up.

Bridget was amazed by how clean everything was. She was out of sight, so she made her way toward the dresser quietly, knowing that one of these drawers... yes, the rope! With rope, socks, and bandanas hidden in her pockets, it was now time to clean the room... what a spotless floor, but that window! The window would require some scrubbing, but at least the dust bunnies were few and far between.
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It took hours of teamwork, but soon the place was clean. All but Bridget were soaked in sweat. Of course, Bridget was involved in the school athletics program, so she was used to heavy labor as was Jenny. Bridget's advantage was being a soccer player, though. Jenny and Nichole were flopped on opposite sides of the couch. They were too tired to go back.

Nichole called Jenny over silently and whispered in her ear.

"Let's grab Joyce."
"THAT was the plan, wasn't it?"
"Of course!"
"Sure!"
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Joy, tired, didn't know whether to take a nap or a shower first. She decided on the nap since everyone else seemed to be going that way. She walked into her bedroom and smiled upon seeing the clean room. She was bending over to flop on the bed when she was pushed face-first into her pillow, and she felt someone climb on her.

Whoever was on top of her was heavy and strong. Joy felt her arms tied roughly behind her, each hand near the opposite shoulder in a mild reverse prayer. She tried to talk into the pillow but couldn't. A hand covered her mouth and stood her up. Now Joy could see Bridget!

"Mmph!" she growled into her captor's hand, too weak to fight.
"Time to silence you," Bridget said as she quickly stuffed a sock in Joy's mouth before tying a red bandana cleave gag over it, placing strips of gray tape over it, and then tying pink bandana OTM gag on top of it all.
"Mmph!" Joy protested as a breast harness was tied and a rope network secured her arms to her body.
"Let's go!" Bridget said, grabbing Joy by the arm.
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Joyce had no chance before Jenny clamped a sock-filled hand over her mouth. Nichole quickly wrapped Joyce's arms from shoulder to fingertips in blue duct tape. Jenny cleave gagged her with a green bandana and wrapped her mouth in gray duct tape. Nichole wound more of the blue tape above her breasts and from below her breasts to just above her wrists, leaving the taped hands exposed.

Jenny completely encased Joyce's legs from ankle to hips in the gray tape before taping the middle of her feet over her shoes with some black tape, with only Joyce's knees open. Nichole blindfolded her with a blue bandana. They carried her into the living room dropped her on the couch.

Joyce tried to sit up, but the combination of tape and tiredness made this difficult. She let a long groan in hopes of mercy, but she was willing to stay for the long haul. Sooner or later she would eventually be laughing at pictures and/or videos of this anyway, so why not ham it up and put up a fight for entertainment value? It wasn't that except for the lack of sight.

Bridget led a staggering Joy into the room. Joy let out a long gasp, best she could, upon seeing Joyce. So this was why Nichole and Jenny had come over! Joy was a bit frustrated as she felt she had sweat enough, but she would be sweating more soon. Bridget pushed Joy onto the couch.

Ropes were tied around Joy's knees, thighs, ankles, and feet, immobilizing them effectively. She was then laid on the floor and a rope tied from her arms to her feet, hogtying her. Joy shook her head as a purple bandana was brought up to her eyes, but soon she was enveloped in darkness.

Joy too realized the silliness of fighting in this state, so she too hammed things up. Her attempts to squirm and maybe loosen her bonds only got her tipped over on her side. At least she could wiggle her fingers. Dhe was know completely soaked in sweat, and her originally light gray shirt and kerchief were both a charcoal color.

Jenny ran her camouflage bandana headband down to her forehead and then pushed it back up into her hair. She crouched down and took some deep breaths. This was fun, but she was tired. She gave both Joy and Joyce a nudge in the ribs to which both jumped and groaned. Her shirt was soaked in sweat. She was pooped!

"There is something missing," Nichole said pointedly.
"What?" Jenny asked.
"I think there should be more people down there."
"I agree!" Bridget added enthusiastically.
"Well, we can't all agree to tie someone up without someone to tie," Jenny added before taking a deep breath and flopping on the couch right on top of Joyce, who let out a groan.
"Maybe someone who shares something in common with these others," Nichole suggested.
"Like what?"
"Maybe a couple common letters, like J & Y," Bridget replied.
"Ohhh... crud," Jenny said with a frown.
"It's you," Nichole said with a grin.
"Wait a minute!" Jenny said getting up and walking into Joy's room.

Jenny came out with her mouth stuffed and cleave gagged with a brown bandana and red tape strips over it and a bright blue bandana over all that. She walked up to Bridget and Nichole and blindfolded herself with a pink bandana. They shrugged and continued.

Jenny's arms were boxtied behind her and a full breast harness and waist rope tied too. They tied her knees, ankles, thighs, and feet before pulling her into a chair. They tied her to each leg of the chair then fastened her torso at at the waist, chest, and shoulders.

Jenny hadn't really thought about it. Was she stupid? She could have maybe talked her way out of it! The more she thought about it, the more she started to laugh until she was heaving in her bonds. This was a bizarre situation. She too was thoroughly wet in sweat.

What a fun twist on a day that would otherwise have been lousy! But the fun wasn't done yet!
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Count It All Joy- Not Quite

Postby AlexUSA » Fri Sep 25, 2015 5:48 pm

Bridget and Nichole were somewhat flabbergasted at all that had transpired. Had they really managed this? Did Jenny really just surrender instead of go through being captured? Was this really it? What next?

"We have them," Bridget said with satisfaction.
"We do."
"Now what?"
"I don't know."
"I have an idea."
"What?"
"Tickle torture!"
"You're evil!"
"I know!"
"Let's do it!"

For safety, they removed the gags from their victims, pulled out the socks, and regagged them with the same materials. Stuffing was a no-no for tickle torture. They were swift and the victims didn't have a chance to protest before they were silenced again.

They began with Joyce. Bridget held Joyce's torso her arm and began to tickle her ribs while Nichole did her legs and feet. Joyce writhed in her tape encasement, but she was surrounded. She laughed forcibly, but the gag silenced her. At least she would die happy if she died laughing.

Jenny had it the worst being in a chair meant there was little she could except laugh. She couldn't even adjust her position for comfort. She was helpless as the torture went on and on. Jenny said a prayer that these two would get theirs.

Joy was the most giggly of all of them. She just laughed and laughed in part because she was enjoying it, although she wished it was her boyfriend doing this. She was relieved when it stopped after what felt like an eternity.

Each girl had been tickled for about 15 minutes. Nevertheless, Bridget wasn't quite satisfied. It was not quite enough. Yes, she needed Nichole too for this to be perfect. She found some pieces of rope that were unused and walked up behind Nichole, who was taking photos having already made a film of the mass capture.

"Guess whoss turn it is!" Bridget said as she pounced on Nichole.
"I'm your ally!" Nichole protested as she fell on her back.
"Not anymore," Bridget said as she forced Nichole around tied her wrists behind her in a boxtie.
"Well, now..."

Bridget tied a breast harness and waist rope before tying Nichole's thighs, knees, ankles, and feet. Unable to resist, she started torturing Nichole a little, but Nichole was able to talk still, so the laughter was louder, and the pleas were obvious. She was grabbing more rope, some tape, and some bandanas when a knock on the door came. She heard a voice say,"Hello"... It was Zoe looking to hang out, having brougt her backpack!

"Come in," Bridget said opening the door.
"Hey, Bridge, where's Joy?"
"In here."
"Really?"
"What?"
"Come on, surely you can do better than this?"
"What do you mean?"
"You did it wrong. I'll show you."

Zoe took a rope and tied Bridget's hands behind her and then her elbows. Zoe added a breast harness and waist rope.

"I fell for it."
"You did," Zoe said with a grin.

Zoe opened her backpack and pulled bondage materials. Shesat Bridget on the floor and tied her feet in lotus position before gagging her with a black bandana, strips of white tape, and a white bandana. Finally, she blindfolded Bridget with a purple bandana.

Zoe took Nichole and did the same, but Nichole also cared a bit for coordinating even the bonds, so Nichole got red bandana, red tape, blue bandana, and a red bandana blindfold. Zoe then tied a rope from Nicholes harness to her knees to balltie her.

"Thanks, Bridget! I was coming here to tie up my sister and her friends, but you did all the hard work for me!"
"Mmph!" Bridget moaned at how she had been the cause of her own failure.
"I will let you all go for a few hours! I have HW to do."
"Ggggh!" Joy growled in fury, wanting to take that shower.
"Stow it, thug wannabe!"

There was a surprise winner to this adventure. It was all a good day at the university though. Could things be any more fun? Probably not. What better way to be tied than to be tied with friends?

THE END
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