Games (F/F) (Finished).

Postby Headmistress » Wed Apr 15, 2015 5:47 am

Games.

This story is based on a children's book called "Games" that I found in a library. Three of the characters and some of the main plot of this story came from that book. However, I have made some changes to the plot, changed the ending and added a few more characters. I hope that people will enjoy it.

"It'll be just up this track," Kirsty said. "Just give me a couple of minutes and we'll see it. We've got to go uphill for a bit and then this path should join up with the track that leads to the house." "You said that thirty minutes ago," Genevieve snapped. "Honestly, Kristy. Anyone would think that you didn't know where your aunt's house was!" "I told you - it's been ages since I've come here last. Just a minute more! That tree looks familiar..."

"I don't mind the walk," Patricia Miggs said timidly. "The track is really pretty." Both girls turned around and looked at her with an expression that wasn't disdain, but came so close to it that Patricia squirmed uncomfortably and felt her cheeks go red.

She knew that it had been a mistake coming here. As soon as she had met them at the train station, she had known that Kirsty Meadows regretted inviting her and that Genevieve Tait was angry about the invitation being issued in the first place.

However, Patricia hadn't left well enough alone and had found herself blabbing all the way through the long walk, just to fill the uncomfortable silence, "Look at those plants. They look just like tiny little green hands reaching out, don't they? And what about those flowers coming out early over there! Kirsty, you're so lucky to have an aunt who's got a cottage up here."

Kirsty looked back, "It's not a cottage. It's actually a big house. I told you that before, but you obviously weren't listening properly." Genevieve said distantly, "It'll definitely have to be a big house if we're ever going to find it."

Patricia felt inadequate as she stared at Genevieve's rigid back strolling down the path a few steps ahead of her. Genevieve Tait - one of the most popular girls in school. She had long silky hair the colour of milky coffee, pale skin and rain-coloured eyes that gave nothing away. They just looked right through you. While she was beautiful, she had a way of making Patricia feel uncomfortable because she was the sort of person who never gave anything back when you talked to her. It didn't matter how friendly you tried to be. Whenever she was around Genevieve, Patricia often found herself lost for words because whatever she said always seemed to be wrong or inappropriate.

Kirsty was looking at her now and fell back a few steps to walk alongside Patricia. "I don't know what Gen's being so cross about. We've only been walking for half an hour. What are those things you've got in your hand?" Thrilled that Kirsty was actually talking to her, Patricia looked down at the wildflowers she was holding. "Just some flowers that I picked on the way here. I thought they looked pretty." Kirsty said, "Fine, but don't leave them lying about after we leave. I don't want Aunt Maud to know that we were here after this weekend." Patricia nodded.

Kirsty ran ahead to catch up to Genevieve while Patricia looked at the two girls who were now chatting in whispers in front of her. Patricia was actually carrying their two overnight bags as well as her own and the wildflowers because she'd been stupid enough to offer to carry them at the train station when Kirsty and Genevieve had complained about how heavy they were. Neither girl seemed to be concerned about her. They were now walking ahead of her in long, demanding strides, so she had to struggle to keep up. To make things worse, it had started to rain, just as they had left the train station, so she was soaked and her sneakers and socks squelched against the muddy track. Kirsty and Genevieve were soaked too and judging by her attitude, Genevieve was quickly losing patience with Kirsty.

Suddenly, Kirsty said, "There it is! I told you! That's the track and there's the house! You can stop acting so snobbish now, Gen." Patricia was a few steps behind, so she hurried to catch up and she stared in surprise at the house.

Kirsty had been right. It was a big house that was almost hidden in a hammock of foliage. The exterior was dark brown and sat under a roof of matching shabby brown shingles and it almost looked as if it were suspended in the overgrowth of flowers, plants and leaves.

It was two storeys high and Patricia could see two verandas with cast iron railings protruding from the second storey on both sides. If the house had been new or in a different area, it might have looked rather grand. But this house seemed to be choked by the plants that enclosed it. It had six windows at the front that were evenly spaced apart and set on the right and left sides of the front door that were shaded by the verandas, which gave the house a rather sinister air. It didn't help that several plastic pots and vases holding dead flowers sat on several of the window sills. As they got closer, Patricia noticed that the front door was made out of dark wood with glass panes set into it, but one of them was broken and had been replaced with an old board. One of the windows to the right of the door also had a cracked pane and Patricia could clearly see that one of the window frames was warped and was buckling in its frame. Now that she was closer to the house, she could see more imperfections appearing here and there. There were cobwebs hovering on the veranda railings, stains on the opened shutters that hung limply from the windows and the paint on the outside of the house was peeling here and there.

As the girls walked off the track and onto the tiled pathway that served as a driveway and led to the front door of the house, Patricia saw a series of flowerpots in various sizes that had been placed on either side of the path. More dead plants and flowers filled the pots. Despite the house's unfriendly appearance and obvious flaws, Patricia felt quite awed at how large it was and guessed that it had been beautiful once. However, it was obvious that someone in their group didn't feel the same way.

"Are you serious?" Genevieve said in disbelief. "This place is a dump." "It'll be nicer inside when we get out of the rain. Besides, we can party all weekend." Kirsty said, "Hold on... There should be a key lying under one of these flowerpots." Kirsty turned her attention to the pots and looked under several of them before producing a key from under the fourth one. "It's not really safe to do that because of burglars, you know?" Patricia said. "Get real. Who's going to come down here? Most people don't even know that this house is here."

Kirsty was now turning the knob of the door and jamming the key into the lock. Patricia noticed that the door didn't quite seem to sit right in the frame. Because of the rain, the wood of the door had swelled and stuck slightly when Kirsty tried to turn the knob. As a result, Kirsty had to shove the door several times with her shoulder before she managed to wrench it open.
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Re: Games (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Fri Apr 17, 2015 8:27 am

Genevieve came in and said crossly, "I need the loo after all that walking in the cold and the rain. Kirsty, where is it?" "Second floor, third door on the landing. It's got a chain, so don't waste time looking for any buttons to push."

Patricia walked in and saw that the front hallway had been tiled with tiles that were decorated with wine-coloured flowers. However, the tiles were so old that most of the flowers were almost worn away while others had faded to ghostly outlines. She looked down the hall and saw Genevieve heading up a set of carpeted stairs that were completely enclosed by the stairwell. Just past the stairs, there was a curved archway, which divided the hall into two sections and was curtained in dark pink velvet. They were old-fashioned drapes - the kind that were tied back with ropes that had little gold tassels dangling from the ends. Patricia went up and touched one of the drapes to see what it felt like. The velvet smelled musty and felt cold and clammy. The hallway was also decorated with doors made out of the same dark wood as the front door and they had old-fashioned brass doorknobs on them. Patricia wondered what each door led to.

Meanwhile, Kirsty was looking at her. "Old dump, isn't it? Good thing no-one will be here this weekend."

Kirsty had actually told Patricia and Genevieve that her aunt wasn't going to be at the house that weekend. Unfortunately, she had only told them after they had met up at the desolate little train station in the middle of nowhere. Patricia had been shocked, but Genevieve had shrugged it off. Patricia had told herself that the popular girls didn't let little things like that worry them and put aside her misgivings. In reality, she would never have dared to stay uninvited at someone's house for the weekend. But it was done now and there was nothing she could do about it.

Genevieve returned from upstairs and said, "It's bloody freezing up there. We're going to have to build a fire if we want to keep warm." Patricia said, "That living room down there at the end of the hall has got a fireplace. I can see it." Kirsty said, "I don't know how to make fires." Genevieve snapped, "You just put some wood in and light it, don't you?"

Seeing a chance to be helpful, Patricia said, "I'll do it. I know how. Where does your aunt usually keep the wood, Kirsty?" "Dunno." "How can you not know...oh, never mind. I'll go and look for it. Anyone got a light?" Clearly showing off, Kirsty tossed Patricia a lighter from the back pocket of her jeans.

Venturing into the living room, Patricia was relieved to finally set down the heavy things she had been carrying and also to see that kindling and wood had already been cut and placed into a large box next to the large round fireplace alongside a mass of yellowing newspapers. It was easy enough for Patricia to crumple some paper and place it into the fireplace before arranging the wood in a neat stack on top of it and lighting the paper. She was glad that she knew how to do something that the others didn't know how to do. Maybe now that she'd done something for them, Kirsty and Genevieve would be nicer to her.

Neither girl had ever included her in their weekend plans before. Nobody ever did. A few months ago, Patricia had won a scholarship to her school and she hadn't made one real friend yet. This was because the school was composed of cliques who had been together for years. Despite Patricia's best efforts, none of them seemed to want to break ranks to let her in. Therefore, this invite was special and she had to make the best of it. If she could manage to get along with Kirsty and Genevieve for this weekend, then they might ask her again some time.

Kirsty and Genevieve came into the room and snuggled close to the fire after settling down on the floor. Patricia was relieved to have the fire going as it was taking nicely to the wood and was starting to generate some heat. Kirsty and Genevieve peeled off their wet sneakers and socks and placed them next to the fire. Patricia did the same with hers, relieved to have the soggy socks and sneakers off her feet. The house was quite drafty and she had no idea where they would be sleeping, but she hoped that the bedrooms would be warmer.

That was when Genevieve said, "What's that? That sounds like a car." Kirsty's face whitened, "It can't be. No-one ever comes up here." Patricia sat up to listen properly. Genevieve was right. She had thought she heard a car engine, but it had stopped. Patricia said, "The noise stopped. Maybe it was something else."

Suddenly the front door slammed shut. Kirsty said, "Shit! I must not have closed it properly. I'll have to go and fix it now."

It was just then that a smooth and cool voice said, "Actually, you did close it properly, Kirsty." Kirsty bolted upright. So did Patricia and Genevieve. To their shock, their English teacher, Miss Pearce, strolled into the living room with their Drama teacher, Miss Quentin, close behind.

Despite the fact that it was raining, Miss Pearce was wearing precisely what she had worn to school that day. She was clad in a knee-length black skirt with a zip up the back, a white blouse, black stockings and high heels. The only new addition to her school outfit was a long woollen black coat with an open front, which fell to her knees. The young English teacher was strikingly pretty with blonde hair and brown eyes. However, she was also an extremely strict teacher and she had actually introduced tough new discipline methods to their school when she had first started teaching there last year.

Patricia was a very well-behaved girl, so she had never been punished by Miss Pearce before. However, Kirsty and Genevieve had been at the school longer than she had and Patricia knew that both girls strongly disliked Miss Pearce and had been punished by her quite often. Patricia had also heard a few whispers among their crowd about Miss Pearce actually using restraints on unruly girls. Patricia had even heard stories about Miss Pearce binding and gagging girls who were unlucky enough to have detention with her, but she had no idea if they were true.

Miss Quentin was a new teacher who had only started last week at their school, so Patricia had no idea what she was like as she had only had one class with her so far. She was a few inches shorter than Miss Pearce and was just as pretty as her with wistful blue eyes and long dark hair that fell down her back in a smooth curtain. She had obviously chosen to dress more sensibly for the weather and was wearing jeans with high heeled black boots under a white sweater, which had been covered with a black leather jacket.

Miss Pearce said, "Perhaps you girls would like to explain what you're doing in my house?"

Her house?

Patricia said, "No, this is Kirsty's aunt's house. She..." Her voice trailed off as she realised the truth and she noticed that Genevieve was also looking at Kirsty in shock, "This house doesn't belong to your aunt at all, does it?"

"I thought she was going to be away this weekend..." Kirsty said miserably. "I was going to be away, Kirsty. Until I found out that it was going to rain all weekend, so I cancelled my weekend away. Miss Quentin kindly offered to drop me off here because my car broke down at the school and I had no way of getting here otherwise. How did you know that I kept a key here?" "I heard you talking about it in the school office once..." Miss Pearce smiled, "Now I know who's been throwing wild parties in this house whenever I've gone away for the weekend."

Miss Pearce looked at the three frightened girls. "Seems like you girls have gone and committed a crime, haven't you? The question is...what am I going to do with the three of you now?"
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 2 added).

Postby jennybond » Fri Apr 17, 2015 2:18 pm

Nice start I can't wait to read what Miss Pearce does with the girls
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 2 added).

Postby Plueschbabycd » Fri Apr 17, 2015 3:25 pm

Hallo, nice story in my view I would say that Patricia hardly can punish for she really don´t know it. If Genevieve really not know it, is for me unsure.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Games (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Sat Apr 18, 2015 6:28 am

Miss Pearce looked thoughtful before she said, "You know, I always wondered who was breaking into this house whenever I was away. I always wondered why things always seemed different whenever I came here. I also wondered why nothing was ever damaged or stolen. So, what did you do, Kirsty? Bring a few boyfriends and friends of yours up here for a bit of fun, hmm? And now you've got a couple of friends here that I can have some fun with."

Despite the fact that she was sitting next to the warm fire, Patricia found herself shivering. There was something about Miss Pearce's tone that she definitely didn't like. Miss Pearce said, "Well, I was looking forward to a nice, quiet weekend here. Bit of wine, bit of television. However, I can't have a nice weekend with three girls running amok in my house, can I?" Patricia said, "Miss Pearce, I didn't know this was your house. Look, we'll leave right now and go back to the train station. I'm really sorry." Genevieve snapped, "Why did you even bring us here, Kirsty?!" "You agreed to it, Gen." "Only because you said this was your aunt's house and that she didn't know that you party here regularly! If you'd told me the truth, I wouldn't even have come here!" "I didn't know she'd find us here, did I?!"

Miss Pearce snapped, "Silence! Now, I'm tired and I don't feel like dealing with all of this now or going out in this rain again. So I am going to bind and gag you girls to ensure that you stay out of trouble and the three of you are going to stay bound and gagged for the whole weekend to ensure that you don't have any fun at my expense." Patricia stared at Miss Pearce in disbelief.

Kirsty said, "You can't make us do that. I'm out of here." Miss Pearce said, "Of course, I can't make you do anything. But I can tell you that if any of you girls choose to leave this house, then I will be calling the police and having all three of you arrested. I'll also see to it that the three of you are expelled from school on Monday." The colour drained from Kirsty's face and her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Good. We agree, then. A weekend of being bound and gagged will ensure my silence regarding this incident." The living room was crammed with various pieces of furniture, so Miss Pearce didn't have to look very long before she found three identical wooden chairs sitting in the corner of the room. Miss Pearce picked the chairs up and dragged them over to the middle of the room to position them in the middle of the faded rug. She then gestured to the girls. Her meaning was clear. The three trembling girls sat down in the chairs. Miss Pearce said, "Miss Quentin, keep an eye on them while I go and fetch the ropes."

The Drama teacher looked uncertain and worried, but remained where she was while Miss Pearce left the room. Patricia felt sorry for Miss Quentin as she guessed that the young teacher didn't know anything about what Miss Pearce was like. Miss Pearce returned with a mouldy cardboard box and Patricia noticed it was full of lengths of rope in different colours and sizes.

Miss Pearce told each girl to stand up. When they did, Miss Pearce tied their hands tightly behind their backs into crossed positions while making sure to knot the ends of the rope well away from their fingers. Kirsty and Genevieve were used to Miss Pearce's punishments, but Patricia wasn't and she had to stop herself wincing at the tightness of the rope as it was wrapped around her wrists.

Miss Pearce then got to tying Kirsty up in earnest. In disbelief, Patricia watched Miss Pearce grab Kirsty's shoulders and forcefully push Kirsty down, so that she was sitting in her chair with her tied arms pressing against the back of the seat. Miss Pearce wasted no time in binding Kirsty's elbows, knees, thighs and ankles together with various lengths of rope before securing her upper body to the back of the chair with tight ropes that ran above and below her breasts. Patricia noticed Kirsty grimacing once or twice and guessed that the ropes must be painfully tight. More rope went across Kirsty's lap to bind her firmly to the chair seat. Miss Pearce finally tied Kirsty's ankles to the right chair leg and said, "Well, I doubt that you will be going anywhere." "Fuck you." In response, Miss Pearce went over to an antique wooden desk that sat in the corner of the living room and opened a drawer to withdraw several silk scarves.

She selected a scarf and folded it up into a neat square before stuffing it into Kirsty's mouth. Kirsty immediately tried to spit it out, but Miss Pearce quickly placed her hand over Kirsty's mouth before folding another scarf into a wide band and shoving the centre of it in between Kirsty's lips to hold the first scarf in. Miss Pearce then pulled the scarf taut and finally tied the two ends of the scarf together behind Kirsty's head to create a tight cleave gag. Patricia could only watch as she and Genevieve were then tied up and gagged in the same way.

After she had finished, Miss Pearce checked each girl's bindings and pulled at the knots to ensure that they were nice and tight before she said, "The fire is lovely. I should thank you girls for making it for me. Now, Miss Quentin, I owe you for the lift and I'm sure that you don't want to go out in that awful rain again, so I'll get some wine and we can have a couple of glasses here."

The Drama teacher said, "Well, I don't really want to go out in the rain again, so I'll stay. But, are you really going to leave these girls tied up all weekend? That seems a bit harsh." "Yes. Now I'm going to go and get the wine. Wait here."

Miss Quentin sank into an overstuffed pink armchair that sat next to the fire while Miss Pearce walked out of the room.
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Re: Games (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Sat Apr 18, 2015 6:39 am

Thanks to everyone for the kind feedback.

Andrew - I can confirm that Genevieve did not know about it being Miss Pearce's house :).

The next chapter should be up tomorrow night.
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 3 added).

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Apr 18, 2015 7:36 am

Hallo, I know that is would came out. So Miss Pearce would get problems aft it. Self if one can say that Kirsty earn a punishment, Patricia and Genevieve no conniver. Even some can say the punishment for is Kirsty to hard. OK in other country your see it different. I will see what have in store for girls. I had possible even bit warmer as she really like.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 3 added).

Postby abductionfan » Sat Apr 18, 2015 11:37 am

As always, very nice story mistress

Re: Games (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Tue Apr 21, 2015 5:44 am

Less than a minute passed before Miss Pearce returned, looking annoyed.

"There's no wine left. Miss Quentin, would you mind If I borrow your car to go to the shop? It only takes about 20 minutes to get there, so I'll be back in less than an hour." "Are you sure? The storm is pretty bad and..." The Drama teacher gestured at the bound and gagged girls. "Ah, yes, we mustn't forget our guests, now, can we? Very well, I'll take one of the girls with me as a hostage and you can look after the other two." Without a word, Miss Quentin handed Miss Pearce her car keys. Patricia guessed that Miss Quentin had given up trying to reason with Miss Pearce.

Miss Pearce looked at the three girls. Her eyes fell on Patricia. "Miss Miggs, you seem to be the most sensible one in this lot, so you can come with me." Patricia winced. She didn't want to go out into the rain again and she wished that Miss Pearce hadn't chosen her.

Miss Pearce fetched Patricia's socks and sneakers from the fire and slipped them back onto her feet. Patricia winced as the cold, soggy socks and shoes instantly chilled her feet again. After Miss Pearce had tied Patricia's sneakers for her, she released Patricia's legs from their ropes, but then retied her ankles together with several tight loops of rope wrapped around her left and right feet. The difference was that she left two feet of rope extending in a straight line between her feet. Patricia realised that this rope ensured that she could walk, but not run. Miss Pearce then untied Patricia from the chair and stood her up, but left her elbows tied together and her hands tied behind her back. However, she did untie Patricia's gag, which was a relief as it had been very tight.

As soon as her gag was off, Patricia said, "Do you think you could just put my wildflowers in a vase, please? They're for my mother." "I don't have time because the store is going to close soon," Miss Pearce snapped. "I'll do it," Miss Quentin said. She located a dirty vase that sat on the living room's windowsill and went to the kitchen. She returned with the vase filled with water and carefully placed the flowers into it before placing the vase back onto the windowsill.

Miss Pearce grabbed Patricia's arm and dragged her out of the living room. Patricia envied Kirsty and Genevieve being left next to the fire and wished that she could have stayed with Miss Quentin. She quickly found out that the rope around her legs was extremely annoying because it tripped her up several times and if not for Miss Pearce keeping a tight hold on her arm, she would have fallen over multiple times.

When they got outside, Patricia discovered that Miss Quentin had actually parked her car on the track leading to the house instead of on the large tiled pathway. This resulted in them having to walk several feet to the car. Large raindrops fell on them and splattered their clothes almost all the way through. Miss Pearce ignored this and forcibly dragged Patricia to the car where she unlocked the door and shoved Patricia into the passenger seat before going around to the other side and getting in herself. Fortunately, Miss Quentin owned a red sports car with tinted windows, which meant that no-one would be able to see Patricia in the car. It was somewhat of a relief to be spared the humiliation of people seeing her bound.

As soon as Patricia and Miss Pearce were seated, Miss Pearce fastened her seat belt and leaned over Patricia to fasten her seatbelt for her. Miss Pearce said, "I don't want you calling out, so I'm going to have to gag you." "Please don't gag me. I'll be quiet," Patricia begged. Miss Pearce ignored her and said, "Miss Quentin has gym clothes in here somewhere. I saw them before. She searched through the back seat before emerging with a large pair of long and smelly gym socks.

Before Patricia could protest or say anything else, Miss Pearce stuffed one of the sweaty socks into her mouth to create a large wad that filled her mouth and tied the second sock tightly over her mouth to hold the wad in. It tasted disgusting and Patricia wished that she could spit it out.

Miss Pearce then started the car engine and drove off.
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Re: Games (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Tue Apr 21, 2015 5:55 am

As Miss Pearce drove, Patricia shivered in her wet clothes and squirmed uncomfortably against her ropes. Being gagged, she couldn't very well say anything, so she occupied herself with her own thoughts instead.

She remembered a time in the school library a couple of weeks ago when Genevieve had come in to listen to a tape that was part of her music course. Patricia had been in the library pretending to read when she had actually gone in there to avoid spending another lunchtime alone. She had gushed, "Could you put one of Mozart's on after that one's finished? I just love Mozart."

"This one is Mozart," Genevieve Tait had said. Nothing more, just sarcastic, raised eyebrows and that one cool sentence, which had made Patricia squirm.

It had been her own fault because she didn't know anything about classical music. She'd just been trying to impress Genevieve and it had failed. Anyway, it wasn't fair because she didn't know anything about music at all. The only music that she knew anything about were the screechy old records that her mother played at home. Her mother was mad about old records because she had won a prize at some ballroom dancing exhibition years ago. She even had a couple of old dresses that she'd worn for dancing back then that were all tulle, net and sequins. Sometimes, her mother would even fish the dresses out of their hiding place in the closet and hold them against herself before the mirror. She even wept when she did it.

It was pathetic and depressing.

Genevieve and all the other girls at school with their money, beautiful clothes and class, just didn't have a clue or realize what it was like...
Patricia closed the situation out of her mind and tried not to think about it. No more thinking about home. She had to make the best out of this weekend despite the trouble that they were in.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realise that Miss Pearce had pulled up outside a lone shop that was dimly lit against the floods of rain. Even from the inside of the car, Patricia could see that all the lights inside the shop had been turned off. "Shit. It must have closed early," Miss Pearce said grumpily. "Nothing is going right tonight."
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Re: Games (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:10 am

Miss Pearce was clearly in a bad mood as she drove back to the house.

When they arrived back, Miss Pearce parked the car on the pathway, so that it was closer to the house before she unfastened their seat belts, grabbed Patricia by the arm and roughly dragged her out of the car. Patricia almost didn't mind as she was just grateful that she'd soon be back by the fire where she could dry off.

When Miss Pearce unlocked the door and pushed Patricia inside, they walked straight back to the living room. As they walked, Miss Pearce was pushing Patricia in front of her, which meant that Patricia was the first to see the strange sight in front of them.

Kirsty was holding an ancient telephone that sat on a wooden table in the living room and she looked furious. "Gen, do you know what Simon Hollander just said?! He said he doesn't know if he can be bothered calling all his mates and coming up here. He said that if we were in trouble, then we could bloody well deal with it ourselves. He also said he didn't want to go anywhere because of all of this rain and that there won't be any trains at this hour because of the storm. God, this bloody line isn't even working properly! It keeps crackling and cutting out. Now, how are we supposed to tie Miss Pearce up?"

That was when Patricia saw Miss Quentin squirming on the floor. The young teacher had been tied up on the floor with rope. Her wrists had been tightly tied behind her back and her ankles had been tied into a crossed position and a rope connected her wrists and ankles to create an efficient hogtie. The hogtie was so tight that her hands were actually brushing the heels of her boots. A bandana blindfolded her while another bandana had been tied in between her lips to create a cleave gag.

"You won't be tying anyone up!" Miss Pearce snapped. She strode over and snatched the phone out of Kirsty's hand before striding over to Miss Quentin and untying her blindfold. "I should have known better than to leave you alone with them, Miss Quentin! You obviously didn't supervise them very well! I'm calling the police." Miss Pearce dropped the phone receiver back on the table, fumbled in her jacket pocket and fished her mobile phone out. She dialled a number and listened.

"No signal." Miss Pearce then reached for the phone again and dialled a number. "Dead. Well, you're very lucky girls. Since I obviously can't reach the police, then we'll have to stick to our original plan and stay here. It looks like we'll all be stuck here for a while because of that horrible storm. It's getting worse."
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Re: Games (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:24 am

Kirsty said, "Maybe if you got a proper phone instead of this old junk, then you could ring the police. I'd prefer them to you." "This isn't even my real house! I only stay here every now and then to work on renovating it and then I'm planning to sell it. As you can see, I haven't gotten very far with the renovating. I've got a real house in town. All this junk was actually left over from when the original owners used to live here. This place has been through all sorts of renovations and it was even a guest house once. It's got quite a history. Once, one of the guests was evicted for being drunk and he came back here and tried to chop the place down with an axe."

"Probably your mate Simon Hollander." "Drop dead, Genevieve," Kirsty snapped.

"What was it before that?" Genevieve asked.

"Some family called Jacklin built this originally; I checked the records when I first bought this house. I don't know why they built it out here in the first place. But I like the seclusion."

Miss Pearce sighed and ran her hands through her hair. "Forget it. I can't be bothered tying you girls up again. I'm too tired and it's too much trouble. However, Miss Quentin can stay tied up for a while as punishment for failing to do the simple task that I gave her. How did you escape, anyway?" "While you were gone, Miss Quentin ungagged us and we talked her into loosening our ropes. When she loosened them, we got free and then jumped her. We found the bandanas in a closet upstairs. Basically, we were going to get the boys to come over and tie you up, too, and then have a party here to pay you back. But they're not coming."

Miss Pearce said, "Well, I suppose I'd better show you the bedrooms. While I'd obviously prefer not to have any of you here, I can't very well send you girls outside with the storm the way it is now. The trains wouldn't be running now, anyway." She turned Patricia around and finally untied her and removed her gag before saying, "Come on." Patricia was surprised. It seemed that the group had somehow reached an uneasy truce...for now.

The three girls followed Miss Pearce back down the hall and up the narrow flight of stairs. Patricia finally understood why Genevieve had asked where the bathroom was when she reached the top. The upper floor seemed to have no coherent plan. Doors that looked like room entrances opened into large cupboards and the corridor went left and right in random directions. Patricia couldn't even work out how to get to the outside verandas that she'd seen before. Plants partially covered several of the windows and most of the light globes in the rooms were weak and only provided dim light.

"This is creepy," Genevieve said. Patricia had to admit that she agreed with her. "All these bits of old furniture lying around here. They look like they have secret conversations with each other. I've got a better idea. Instead of sleeping in the bedrooms, why don't we get some blankets and sheets from up here and we can all sleep in the living room where the fire is? It'll be warmer."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 4 added).

Postby Headmistress » Thu Apr 23, 2015 6:18 am

Everyone went through the bedrooms and gathered sheets and blankets from each room. Patricia found that she somehow ended up carrying all of them and ended up with a large and lopsided pile in her arms. When the group walked back downstairs, Patricia stopped and leaned on the wooden stair railing to rearrange the bundle and that was when she saw the painting.

It was an oval watercolour painting of a young woman hanging in the middle of the stairwell. The painting was as old as the rest of the house, but Patricia could tell that the woman was delicate and pretty. She wore a white blouse and a long skirt while her hand rested on a marble statue. Her fair hair was piled on the top of her head and she had a lot of lace about her throat and sleeves. Her blue eyes looked into Patricia's with a meaningful expression.

"Who is she?" Patricia asked. Miss Pearce was only a couple of steps behind Patricia and she said, "I don't know. It came with the house. All of this stuff came with the house - very few of these things are actually mine." Then she looked around and said, "That's odd. I can smell violets somewhere around here. It's really strong." "Patricia probably wears violet perfume," Kirsty called out from somewhere further down the stairs.

Patricia gloomily wondered why Kirsty had even bothered to invite her over. The invite had been flung out on impulse, which was how Kirsty did everything. "Hey, Patricia, wanna have some fun this weekend? I've got this aunt who's got this place out in the bush and me and Gen were going to go down there. Wanna come?" It had been a careless invitation tossed at her during break time because she'd slipped Kirsty some of the answers to their Maths test and Kirsty had been grateful.

Patricia rearranged the bundle and followed the others downstairs and into the living room. Miss Pearce had been right about the storm getting worse. Rain was splattering down in sheets onto the verdanas and through one of the living room windows she could see leaves and dirt being blown about by the gusting wind.

When she heard them come in, Miss Quentin grunted into her gag and rolled around on the floor. It was perfectly clear what she wanted. Miss Pearce said, "Girls, Miss Quentin is taking up all the room on the floor and we won't have enough room to sleep here with her in the way. You now have my permission to retie her into a more comfortable position."

Kirsty and Genevieve didn't need to be told twice. They untied Miss Quentin from her hogtie. However, Miss Quentin's relief didn't last long as Kirsty and Genevieve sat her up, so that she was sitting up with her back against the bottom of the sofa that sat across from the fire and her knees were drawn up to her chest. Kirsty then used the rope that had held her in the hogtie to tie her knees firmly to her chest by looping the rope around her back and under her knees while Genevieve held Miss Quentin in place to ensure that she couldn't move or struggle.

After Kirsty had tied the rope into place, Miss Pearce said, "Nice balltie. Do you like it, Miss Quentin?" The young teacher mumbled something into her gag and shook her head. Miss Pearce said, "Well, she's making too much noise." Genevieve picked up the bandana that had blindfolded Miss Quentin, folded it into a wide band and tied it firmly over her mouth. Miss Quentin's mumbling immediately become much quieter. "That's better," Miss Pearce said.

Genevieve said, "So, Patricia. Your folks aren't likely to check up on you this weekend, are they?" "No, I just told Mum it was one of the girls at school and she didn't ask any questions." Patricia hid behind the lie, ashamed and resentful. It had actually taken one hour of begging before she had gotten permission to go away. All those questions... "Who are you going with? Where does that girl live? Are you sure that her aunt doesn't mind? Patricia, you never think of me sitting here...night after night...alone, all by myself."

Finally, her mother who was pitifully snobbish in small and secretive ways had given in to the glamorous picture that Patricia had painted of how popular Kirsty and Genevieve were and how rich they were and how nice it was to be invited somewhere by them...

Patricia also remembered hearing Genevieve whisper to Kirsty at the train station. "Why did you even invite her? Nobody ever invites her around." Kirsty had said, "It just slipped out when she helped me with the test and I couldn't very well uninvite her. Don't worry, she'll probably just get a book or something and read. She won't bother us."

Patricia shivered. Despite the steady warmth of the fire, the living room was still drafty and her soaked clothes didn't help. "Miss Pearce, can I please use your bathroom? I want to go upstairs and get changed for dinner." "Changed for dinner?" Genevieve said. "Do you always do that at your house? Maybe I shouldn't ever drop in at your place. I might be too intimidated by all of the splendour."

"I'm only getting changed because I'm wet and I need to use the bathroom," Patricia said defensively. Even Miss Pearce was smirking slightly at Genevieve's tone. That was when Patricia realised that Miss Pearce really wasn't that different from Kirsty and Genevieve after all. She was just an older and meaner version of them.

There was a sudden crash and a bang followed by a thud. "Shit! What was that?" Kirsty said. "That's just the bathroom window slamming. The catch is broken and it tends to do that," Miss Pearce said. "I suppose I'd better come with you and fix it or it'll be doing that all night."

After Patricia had taken the clothes she needed out of her overnight bag, she went out into the hall with Miss Pearce following close behind. When they were halfway down the hall, Patricia looked back. The light of the fire from the living room didn't quite reach the hall, so the hallway was left in shadow and looked dark and sinister. Only slight shades of light brushed the flowered tiles here and there. Patricia didn't know how Miss Pearce managed to deal with staying here on her own in a house like this. She was glad that Genevieve had suggested that they all sleep in the living room.

The thuds came again and Miss Pearce impatiently nudged Patricia forward. Patricia could see that the top of the stairwell was cloaked in darkness. Patricia was glad that Miss Pearce was with her because she knew where things were and she wouldn't have to fumble about, trying to find the light switches. She was also relieved that she wouldn't have to figure out the confusing layout of the upper floor all by herself.

She took hold of the railing and started up the staircase, then stopped suddenly. As a result, Miss Pearce bumped straight into her. "Why did you stop like that?" Miss Pearce snapped.

Then she saw what Patricia was looking at and froze.

Both of them stood there, staring at a pair of feet shod in white, which were standing quite still, waiting on the very top step.
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 5 added).

Postby Headmistress » Tue Apr 28, 2015 6:40 am

After that fleeting moment of terror, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and Patricia realised that the white shoes were only old white sneakers that were covered with dirt and scuff marks. Above those sneakers were a pair of wet white socks and a long, thin pair of white legs. It was just a girl. A young girl who was standing at the very top of the staircase and looking down at them.

Patricia guessed that the girl was around her own age. The girl had long ashy hair, which was even lighter than Genevieve's hair, pale skin and pale blue eyes. As Patricia tried to get a closer look, she realised that the girl had received an even bigger fright than her and Miss Pearce had. The girl even withdrew back a little towards the rest of the upper floor as Patricia came closer.

"You! Get over here!" Miss Pearce shoved her way past Patricia and took the rest of the stairs in several long strides. The girl didn't run. She just stood there, staring at them in shock. "Who are you?" Miss Pearce grabbed hold of the girl's arm and said, "Patricia, get up here and help me to tie this girl up! Immediately!" Miss Pearce's tone left no room for argument. Patricia hastily ran up the rest of the stairs. When she got there, she discovered that Miss Pearce had forced the girl down onto the carpeted landing and tied her wrists behind her back with what looked like a long piece of wire. Patricia guessed that she had probably found it somewhere on the landing. "Gag her, Patricia. I'm going to take her downstairs now."

Miss Pearce gestured impatiently to her coat. Patricia could now see that Miss Pearce was wearing a black scarf that was draped around her neck under her coat. Patricia reached into it and withdrew the scarf, knowing perfectly well what Miss Pearce wanted her to do with it. Now that she was closer to the girl, she could see that she was a thin, awkward looking girl who was several inches shorter than her with a slender build. The girl wasn't struggling at all. In fact, she looked terrified. She was wearing casual clothes - a pair of track pants that only came to her knees, a hoodie and the white sneakers and socks. Patricia tied a large knot in the middle of the scarf and slipped it into the girl's mouth before tying the ends of the scarf behind the girl's head.

When she had finished, Miss Pearce forcefully marched the girl downstairs. Patricia decided it would be best to follow her and followed them. They returned to the lounge room where Kirsty and Genevieve looked up in surprise at the sight of the bound and gagged girl being pushed forward by Miss Pearce. Miss Quentin also made startled sounds into her gag at the sight.

Miss Pearce pushed the girl down on the sofa and said, "Sit there." Patricia could see the girl was trembling and felt sorry for her. Miss Pearce said, "It appears one of your friends arrived early for your party. So, who is she? I don't recognise her." Kirsty and Genevieve looked confused and Kirsty said, "I don't know who she is. I only called a bunch of guys. I've never seen her before." "Neither have I," Genevieve said.

Patricia said, "Maybe you ought to ask her who she is." Miss Pearce said, "Very well." She leaned over and said to the girl. "If I remove your gag, do you promise not to scream? This house is isolated, so no-one would hear you, anyway." The girl hastily nodded. Miss Pearce reached over and pulled the gag out of the girl's mouth, leaving the scarf to drape loosely around her neck. The girl still looked frightened, but she said, "You're Miss Pearce, aren't you? I spoke to you last week." "What are you talking about?"

"My name's Mia. I answered your ad about buying your old textbooks. I spoke to you on the telephone last week and said I'd be in to pick them up." Miss Pearce said, "You're Mia? I...well...I thought you'd look a little...older." Patricia knew what she meant. While she guessed that Mia was around her age, her pale skin, thin build and clothes made her look much younger. "But that doesn't explain how you got up there in the first place?"

"I did knock before, but no-one answered. I thought the storm might be making too much noise, so I went up to the veranda. There's a kind of small back veranda behind the house that leads to the bathroom window and there's a small slope there that allows you to go up the back - if you climb all the way up the slope, you can get close to the roof edge. Then you climb across a few feet of the roof, then get onto the railing and go onto the veranda and come in through the bathroom window. I was going to tell you that I was here, but you came upstairs first. The bathroom window's open. That's where I came in. I wouldn't normally do this, but I needed the textbooks urgently."

Miss Pearce said, "Well, I'll go and get your textbooks and I'll also close that bathroom window. Wait here." She turned and left the room. Patricia felt quite sorry for Mia. She looked so thin and awkward on the sofa with her hands tied behind her back. She wasn't what Patricia would have called attractive or pretty because her features were all at odds with each other - an angular face, full lips, a small nose and strange eyes. However, her looks were quite dramatic and Patricia thought that some people would probably consider her to be quite striking.

Patricia decided to try and put Mia at ease and said, "Do you want some chocolate? I've got some in my bag." "You shouldn't offer candy to strangers," Genevieve said mockingly. "Stop it, Genevieve!" Patricia said sharply. Patricia noticed that Mia's attention was now aimed at Kirsty who was seated next to the fire. Kirsty's long strawberry blonde hair was tinted red by the light washing over her and her beautiful face was illuminated by the glow of the fire. Her golden eyes glowed in the dim light. "I actually didn't know that anyone else lived around here. I've never seen anyone here before."

"Nobody else does, really. I came here on my bike, but it's still quite a long way. I live over the ridge." Each word was an effort that was forced out in a shy tone. Meanwhile, Genevieve had picked up a pile of music books that laid in a careless heap on a chair close to the fireplace and started looking through them. "So, Mia, what books did you come over here to get?" "They're just English textbooks for school. I answered this advertisement in the paper and Miss Pearce said to come over and I could pick them up from her."

Kirsty smiled, watching Mia with her large eyes. "So, Mia, how would you like to party with us tonight?" Genevieve looked up from the music books and frowned.
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 6 added).

Postby Shanyalovestape » Wed Apr 29, 2015 11:46 pm

Very nice story headmistress.. Loving it!
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 6 added).

Postby Headmistress » Fri May 08, 2015 6:36 pm

Hi, everyone.

Have been away for a week, so have not updated this story yet, but will be writing a new chapter today or tomorrow.

Cheers.

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 6 added).

Postby LordNelson » Sun May 10, 2015 9:45 am

Brilliant, complicated and exciting...all that we expect from your stories. I look forward to the next addition.

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 6 added).

Postby Headmistress » Mon May 11, 2015 5:43 am

Kirsty said, "You know, Mia, if you got rid of that old gear and got yourself some proper gear, then you could be really good-looking if you tried. Some make-up would help too - get rid of that paleness."

Mia's face turned crimson and Kirsty's fake smile deepened. "Really, Mia, we could have a lot of fun. Did you know that we're having a party tonight? No? Well, we were going to have one, anyway, until our plans got messed up. Maybe you could stay and have dinner with us. I don't think Miss Pearce would mind - we've already got a sort of party going on in here, anyway."

Kirsty carried on flattering Mia and Patricia could see the shyness gradually fading from Mia's face as Kirsty's charm worked its spell. She was shocked at Kirsty's teasing, even though there was no real spite in it. The worst thing was that Kirsty wasn't even aware of how malicious it was to play games with people like this. Mia was enchanted by Kirsty. Patricia could see it. People were always drawn in by Kirsty's looks and charm. Patricia often saw boys and girls flocked around Kirsty at school lapping up every bit of what she had to say.

"You know, Mia, you'd look great in some tight clothes - what with that figure of yours. I've got a top in here somewhere that's too small for me. I might get you to try it on and see how it looks."

Patricia knew perfectly well that Kirsty was definitely mocking Mia now. Patricia was a slim girl, but Mia was even thinner than she was and her clothes hung on her. "Yes, you can definitely stay for dinner and party with us. Don't worry about her - that's just our Drama teacher tied up on the floor. It's sort of a game that we're playing."

Mia was now losing some of her shyness and was opening up. Patricia listened dismally. No-one should blurt out that they wrote poetry in their spare time or bare their soul with such vulnerability to someone like Kirsty.

Patricia followed Genevieve out into the hall and into the kitchen where Genevieve opened the cupboards and started moving bits and pieces around with a lot of clattering. Patricia went to the fridge, located several vegetables and began cutting them up on a wooden breadboard that laid on the counter before placing them into a white china bowl that laid carelessly on another counter. "Maybe I should make dinner for Mia now, seeing as Kirsty invited her to stay. I don't think she should have pushed her like that. Now, she's going to think that Miss Pearce wants her to stay."

"That's Kirsty's problem. Don't worry, she'll get rid of her when she wants to. Seriously, don't you take the tops of tomatoes off first before putting them into a salad? I thought that everyone knew how to do that?" Mortified, Patricia took the tomato ends out of the salad bowl and kept chopping. Genevieve thoughtfully played with her hair and ignored all of Patricia's attempts at conversation.

Just who do you think you are, Genevieve Tait? Patricia thought resentfully. Stuck up bitch! I'll get even with you someday and we'll see who's cool, then!

As Patricia carried the salad back into the living room, Genevieve followed her. They were just in time to see Miss Pearce return from upstairs carrying a stack of shabby textbooks. "It took me a while to find the books because of all of that junk up there. Here they are - you should be all right now." Miss Pearce went up to Mia, turned her around, untied her hands, removed her scarf from around Mia's neck and handed the textbooks to her.

Mia gratefully took the books and said, "Miss Pearce, could I..."

"Okay, Mia, this is where you get your marching orders now," Kirsty said coldly and an uncomfortable silence filled the room. "The fun's over. Now, piss off and go home and play." Mia looked at Kirsty from under her sheet of hair, "But you said I could stay for dinner and.." "I say a lot of things. Doesn't mean that I mean any of them. Can't you even tell when someone's having you on? We don't want little kids like you hanging around. So, you're our age, so what? I was only having a bit of fun. Now, get lost. On your way - skinny!"

Patricia looked away to avoid Mia's gaze. It wasn't nice to look at someone so hurt and humiliated. Genevieve and Miss Pearce were also looking on, but with mean smirks on their faces. It was obvious that they were enjoying the spectacle. Mia stared at Kirsty in shock and hurt before her expression dissolved into a sad sort of acceptance. Patricia was annoyed by Mia's lack of fight, but she also knew perfectly well that she would have reacted in a similar manner if Kirsty had treated her like that. Mia finally turned and walked out of the room. Patricia heard her soft footsteps going down the hall before the front door opened and closed.

Kirsty leaned over and grabbed a handful of salad out of the bowl. "Nice work," Genevieve said mildly. Kirsty giggled. Genevieve walked back to the music books that she had been looking at before and said, "Here's a song about Kirsty's aunt." She started to sing:

"Come into the garden, Maud.
For the black bat, Night, has flown.
Come into the garden, Maud."


Patricia listened. She had heard Genevieve sing before, but she had always marvelled at how someone as mean and sarcastic as Genevieve Tait could possess such a beautiful voice and be so good at music. Her voice was like a smooth, flowing river or a waterfall. As she sang, Genevieve tapped away at a tiny piano in the corner of the room, producing a series of slick notes to go with the song. Even Miss Pearce was listening to Genevieve's voice with interest.

Patricia decided to use the distraction as an opportunity to change out of her wet clothes. She rushed upstairs with her things. After a bit of meaningless wandering through the upper floor, she finally located the bathroom and went to change. When she finally got into her dry clothes, she carried her wet things downstairs.

That was when she saw Kirsty, Genevieve and Miss Pearce sitting in a circle going through some papers in an old folder. Kirsty looked up and smiled charmingly, "We were getting worried about you, Patricia. Come over here and sit with us." Despite herself, Patricia found herself being drawn to the circle. "Listen, we just found this old folder with all of these papers over there. It's some sort of historical research. This folder is all about the Jacklin family that built this house... It's got the date written down, when it happened." "When what happened? What date?" "1897. It's when the murder happened. Right here in this house."

They were all smiling at her warmly now, even Miss Pearce.

"Patricia, we've thought of something exciting to do. We're going to have a séance!"
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 7 added).

Postby Headmistress » Mon May 11, 2015 5:58 am

Thanks to Lord Nelson and Shaynalovestape for their kind comments.

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 7 added).

Postby Headmistress » Thu May 14, 2015 5:05 am

Five minutes later, Patricia was watching in amazement at the transformation that had taken place in the living room.

Miss Pearce had moved the three wooden chairs back to the corner of the room. Then she'd found a small and dusty wooden table in the corner, which she had cleared off and bought to the centre of the room to sit on the rug. Kirsty and Genevieve had then covered it with a piece of smooth red cloth that they had found from somewhere upstairs because they said that they needed a smooth surface. Miss Pearce had even found some candles, put them in large silver candle holders and placed them all around the room. She'd used Kirsty's lighter to light them and the assortment of candles sent shadows of light all through the lounge room.

It really did look like somewhere you would have a séance, Patricia thought. The creepiness of the house and the odd assortment of objects somehow seemed to fit in with having a séance.

What surprised her was that Kirsty, Genevieve and Miss Pearce were the type of people to be into this. She wouldn't have thought that they would be into something like this. But you could never tell with people. At the moment, the three of them had just finished drawing a circle of letters on a large sheet of white card, which sat on the table along with a crystal wineglass that Miss Pearce had offered. Patricia knew nothing about séances, but Miss Pearce had said that the wineglass was going to be used as a pointer to spell words out. The wineglass had finally been tipped upside down, so that their fingers could rest on the base of the glass. Genevieve said, "There, that should do it. I've also put "Yes" and "No" and some numbers in the middle of the circle of letters to make it easier to get answers to our questions. Should we get blankets? Seances can get quite cold."

"Sure they do," Patricia said lightly. Genevieve gave her a frosty look and then knelt down on the floor. Kirsty said, "We've got to have someone to act as a scribe for when Lotus comes through?" "Who's Lotus?" "Genevieve's spirit guide. You need a guide in order to get the dead people to communicate with you and all that." Genevieve nodded, "My cousin's got psychic powers and it's passed down through the family. Of course, it's not the sort of thing that you chat about casually, is it? Let's just say that I know what I'm doing and I've made contact with Lotus quite a few times."

"Why can't the spirits just write their own messages or just say whatever they want to say? Why do you even need Lotus?" Kirsty said, "Well, Lotus is sort of there to keep evil spirits away. That's what spirit guides are supposed to do. They stop evil spirits getting through. If anyone can get through to that Dorothea Jacklin woman to come and talk to us about her murder and what happened, it'll be Lotus." "Who's Dorothea Jacklin?" Miss Pearce answered, "The woman in the folder - the one you saw in the painting on the stairs. There are all these pictures of her in there. She died in this house when she was only eighteen." "It's obviously not a good idea for Patricia to participate. She obviously doesn't know anything about it and won't take it seriously," Genevieve said. "She'll probably disturb things when she gets frightened or gets cold."

Kirsty said, "I think you're right. Miss Pearce, could we have your permission to bind and gag Patricia? She's going to ruin the whole atmosphere." The English teacher said, "Very well. Keep hold of her and I'll bind her." Patricia jumped up and tried to run. Her plan was to lock herself in one of the upstairs bedrooms, but she didn't get vey far because Kirsty immediately tackled her to the floor. Kirsty and Genevieve were both athletic girls, so they were easily able to hold Patricia down. Miss Pearce went over to the desk again and removed several more of the same scarves that she had used to gag the three girls earlier. She bound Patricia's ankles together and then tied her wrists behind her back with two extremely long silk scarves. When Patricia tugged at them, she found that they were as good as rope and she couldn't find any slack in them.

She was then placed on the floor directly next to Miss Quentin and another long scarf was used to bind her into a balltie. A wadded up scarf was then stuffed into her mouth and tied in with a final scarf. Miss Pearce made sure to wind the second scarf in between Patricia's teeth and around her head as many times as she could before tying the two ends of the scarf together behind Patricia's head. Patricia found that the gag was extremely tight and that she couldn't say a word.

When she was finished, Miss Pearce said, "Now, Miss Quentin, we need a scribe to read out the words on the board, so I will ungag you if you agree to do this simple task for us. If you refuse, I will still ungag you, but then regag you with an even stricter gag. So, will you be the scribe? Nod for yes and shake your head for no."

The Drama teacher hastily nodded her head. Miss Pearce reached over and untied Miss Quentin's gag before saying, "Let's begin." Miss Quentin licked her lips, but didn't say anything and Patricia guessed that she must have decided to play along with the others. Patricia was shivering now because in her new position, she was now further away from the fire and Miss Quentin was blocking her from most of the heat. Miss Pearce must have had some sympathy for her because she grabbed a red shawl that was hanging over a lamp and tossed it around Patricia's shoulders before sitting down with Kirsty and Genevieve.

The table was a short one that was only about a foot tall, so Miss Pearce, Kirsty and Genevieve had to kneel on the floor in order to be perfectly level with the surface. Because it was so low, Patricia and Miss Quentin also had a perfect view of the table's surface. The three women each placed their fingertips on the glass. Kirsty said, "Don't push too hard. Just let your fingertips rest gently on the glass." Despite herself, Patricia found herself intrigued by the strange scene in front of her and noticed that Miss Quentin seemed to also be paying close attention to what was happening.

Genevieve sat up straight and let her hair fall down her back. Her eyes closed and she began breathing deeply. The glow from the fire and the candles danced across her face and made her look elegant and regal. Patricia wondered how long it supposedly took for her to get through to Lotus.
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 8 added).

Postby Headmistress » Mon May 18, 2015 5:59 am

After about a minute, Genevieve hadn't said a word and Patricia wondered if she had fallen asleep. Kirsty and Miss Pearce were also starting to fidget slightly as they waited for her to begin. But then Genevieve said, "Is there anyone there?" Patricia resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. She'd expected something slightly more original from Genevieve.

The wine glass jerked forward and moved across the table. Patricia tried to look over to see who might be moving it. Genevieve's eyes were still closed and her head was tilted back, so it must be Kirsty moving it. Or maybe Miss Pearce had decided to have a laugh and move it. She hoped that they'd hurry up and get the seance over with because the shawl around her shoulders had a rather unpleasant smell about it and being tied up and gagged was really quite uncomfortable.

Miss Quentin apoke in a faltering voice. "Lotus." "Lotus," Genevieve murmured. "We would like to speak to Dorothea Jacklin who first lived in this house last century. Can you bring her here?" The glass suddenly swept into a flurry of motion and Patricia couldn't quite catch what it was spelling. However, Miss Quentin could and the Drama teacher said, "Dorothea Jacklin does not want to come back to this house... Too much pain... Too much fear... I'm sorry, but I missed the rest of the letters because they're all jumbled." Patricia felt rather amused. Obviously, Kirsty, Genevieve and Miss Pearce were trying to play another game and were now fighting for possession of the glass. Gradually, the glass began moving more stealthily. Miss Quentin went on. "Dorothea says...great evil in this house... Danger...unwise... You should not... You must all now..." The glass had slowed down now and was spelling out coherent words now. Miss Quentin said softly, "Dorothea Jacklin says to get out. Murder. Great danger. Stairs...stairs...stairs...staircase. Help me, please."

Suddenly one of the candles in the corner of the room blinked and went out and the glass came to a screeching halt. Miss Pearce said, "Don't worry! Everyone has to stay where they are!" Patricia noticed in surprise that the English teacher was intently studying the glass. She had assumed that Miss Pearce was moving the glass, too. But she didn't look like she was. Her face was staring at the glass with an intensity that Patricia hadn't seen before. It must be Kirsty or Genevieve, then. Genevieve spoke next, "Is there anyone here that you want to speak to?"

The glass moved again and Miss Quentin repeated the words. "Patricia...Eunice Miggs." Patricia froze. Kirsty and Genevieve couldn't possibly know her middle name! She never told it to anybody because she was too ashamed of it. But...of course..it was in her school records. It must be Miss Pearce moving the glass, then. She'd have direct access to the records. But...Miss Pearce wasn't the kind of the teacher to play pranks. She didn't even like it when the students played pranks on each other at school... Then again, she had been going to keep them tied up all weekend, so maybe she had decided to have a joke at her expense. Or maybe Kirsty or Genevieve had gone into the school records and that was how they knew her middle name. Kirsty often boasted about snooping through the school office if the secretary wasn't around.

Genevieve said, "Patricia is here. What do you want with her?" The glass moved again and Miss Quentin said, "I am the song you hear before you sleep."

Patricia froze.

There was no way that Kirsty, Genevieve or Miss Pearce could have known about that! Patricia swallowed hard. It was so difficult to live with grief. You tried to get over things, but... After her father had died of a heart attack, Patricia had chosen that line of poetry for his grave because it'd been his favourite poem. It was shortly after that that her mother had started to become...difficult and they'd had to move into that small, dreary house...

Kirsty was looking baffled as she repeated the line to herself. "Is that poetry or is that something to do with Dorothea? I don't know what that means. Maybe Dorothea liked poetry. Ask her something else, Genevieve."

"Dorothea, when you died here, was it really a murder? And who did it?"

The glass remained still.

"We can't help you if you don't tell us more. Don't you like us being in this house? We won't interfere with your things, but it's a bit difficult for us to know what belonged to you because there's all this stuff here and Miss Pearce is staying here now."

The glass moved again and Miss Quentin murmured, "Tell Patricia that she must not wear my shawl." Without warning, Kirsty leaned over and ripped the scarf gag out of Patricia's mouth. "Get rid of that thing!" Patricia's head was still reeling from the line of poetry that the glass had spelled out and she said crossly, "I'm too cold, so I'll keep it on, thanks. Tell Dorothea to go away."

Suddenly, the glass vibrated, then shot across the table and landed on the floor in a shower of crystal shards. Patricia was shocked at the suddenness of the movement. While she had expected Kirsty or Genevieve to play a prank, she hadn't expected them to actually smash the glass. "Well!" Miss Pearce said angrily. "That was a good glass and expensive. Who broke it? One of you did that on purpose!"

"I did not!" Kirsty and Genevieve both said in unison. Patricia secretly thought that Kirsty and Genevieve deserved to get into trouble with Miss Pearce for trying to push the glass like that. But, how could they have possibly known these things? And she was sure that neither one of them had been near enough to the glass to knock it over. Maybe they'd accidentally bumped into the table?

Miss Pearce leaned over and plucked a brown piece of paper off the sofa before she gingerly picked up the pieces of crystal and placed them into the paper before folding it into a square that wrapped around the glass. "Both of you can pay me for this glass next week at school!" "You probably knocked it over yourself," Kirsty retorted.

Miss Pearce snapped, "You're paying for it and that's final! Untie those two now!" Patricia was relieved to hear that they were going to be untied. Maybe now they could all go to bed and stop all the silly games.
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 9 added).

Postby Headmistress » Fri May 22, 2015 12:44 am

Kirsty and Genevieve set about untying Patricia and Miss Quentin. When they were both untied, their gags were also removed.

Now that she was untied, Patricia decided to read what was in the folder that had apparently outlined Dorothea Jacklin's death. She made a beeline for the folder and browsed through it. As Miss Pearce had said, the girl from the painting was featured in several old photographs. Several of them were badly creased, so Patricia carefully smoothed each one out to look at them properly. It was eerie to think of a girl that was so close in age to her, Kirsty and Genevieve dying in this very house. Patricia wondered fleetingly what she'd been like.

There were also several pages of typewritten notes in the folder, which she read. Apparently, Dorothea had been found dead in an upstairs room, but the particular room wasn't specified at all. There had been an inquest, but no cause of death had ever been established. As she suspected, there was nothing to suggest that she'd been murdered. The cause of death had been classified as suspicious, but there was nothing more detailed in the folder. Kirsty and Genevieve had obviously sensationalized the details to make it sound more exciting. There were also a couple of paragraphs about Dorothea's parents, but there were no interesting details about them to speak of.

Meanwhile, Kirsty and Genevieve were still arguing with Miss Pearce about the glass. Miss Pearce was still insisting that one of them had smashed it on purpose and Kirsty and Genevieve were still denying it. The argument was starting to get heated when a sharp voice spoke:

"Stop it! Stop this right now!"

The voice was so sharp that the three of them and Patricia turned to stare at Miss Quentin. The Drama teacher's face was flushed and red with anger. "I will not be putting up with this any longer! All of you ought to be ashamed of yourselves! You three breaking into a house on the weekend..." "We didn't know about that!" Genevieve and Patricia said in unison and then looked at each other in surprise. Miss Quentin went on. "Miss Pearce, you're not even fit to be a teacher. Tying me up...tying those girls up... and then that silly séance. I'm fed up with being treated like this. I'm going home now. The four of you can stay and enjoy each other's company. Be miserable all weekend. I don't care." "You can't leave. The storm's still too bad and you'll get stuck on that track," Miss Pearce said. "Then I'll walk if I have to. I don't care!" Miss Quentin stormed out of the room and a minute later the front door opened and closed and there was the sound of a car engine starting.

For once, Kirsty looked a little uncertain. "Miss Pearce, are you really going to let her go out there? It doesn't sound good out there." "I don't care," the English teacher snapped. "I warned her. When she comes back soaking wet, she can apologise to me before I let her back in!" Kirsty said, "In case you didn't notice, you just lost your lift, too. Now we're all stuck here." Miss Pearce said, "Doesn't matter. When the phone lines go back up tomorrow, then I'll just ring for a taxi."

Kirsty turned to look at Patricia. "Bit creepy what that Dorothea woman said about you, then?" Patricia said, "Yeah, it sounded like she had a copy of my file from the school office, didn't it? By the way, Kirsty, didn't you say once that you knew a girl from my last school?" "What are you on about?" Kirsty said. "Your nasty little jokes with the glass. Sorry, but it didn't work." Miss Pearce seemed to sense the rising tension. "Patricia, I'm going to make cocoa. Come with me." Miss Pearce's tone left no room for argument and Patricia followed her out of the room.

In the kitchen, Miss Pearce brewed hot cocoa in a dented saucepan. Patricia had to admit that the cocoa smelled good. After she'd placed four cups on a tray, Miss Pearce said to Patricia, "I've got a packet of biscuits in the fridge. You can have those if you like. Patricia went to the fridge, took out a packet of chocolate biscuits and placed it on the tray with the cups. "Miss Pearce, can I ask you something? Was it you moving the glass in there?" "No, it wasn't." "It's just that the glass spelled out things that nobody knew. You don't think..." "No, I don't," the teacher said. "For what it's worth, I firmly believe one of those girls spelled out those things. Look, I hate to admit it, but both of these girls are intelligent. They probably dug up some information about you from somewhere and decided to have some fun with it." Patricia felt relieved to hear this. Something about Miss Pearce's tone was reassuring.

Miss Pearce poured the cocoa into the cups, picked up the tray and they left the kitchen. The hall was so dark that Patricia almost bumped into the wall several times. When they got back into the living room, Patricia busied herself sorting out the cocoa cups. After opening the package of biscuits, she arranged them on the tray and said, "Maybe we should put some new light globes in the hall. It's difficult to see anything out there because it's so dark."

Genevieve thoughtfully took a cup of cocoa off the tray. "It's strange about that Dorothea Jacklin woman. I wonder what she died of? If it was murder, it was probably all hushed up to avoid a scandal or something like that. Those notes said that they didn't even do a post mortem. I don't like the idea of her portrait being at the top of the stairs...I remember it from before, but I didn't realise who it was until I saw those photographs. Kind of creepy to have that portrait up there, isn't it?"

Patricia thought of Dorothea, lying cold and dead in that upstairs room and shivered. She wished that Genevieve would stop talking about ghosts. It was an unpleasant topic to be discussing in this gloomy old house.

Kirsty jumped in. "Hey, maybe the murderer was the one who smashed that glass! Maybe he or she thought we were too close to the truth and that's why the glass got smashed. Hey, has anyone here ever seen a ghost or something that they can't really explain?"

Genevieve Tait claimed that she'd seen her dead grandmother sitting in a chair by her bed one night. "Very clever," Patricia said. "Both of your grandmothers turned up for your music concert at school a few weeks ago. They looked fine to me." "Nothing gets past you, does it?" Genevieve said.

Miss Pearce said, "I do know a scary story that I read once. In fact, it was the scariest story I've ever read. There was this little country village where all the women who lived there were being murdered one by one. Anyway, they all get so scared that they start to travel in groups and see each other home for safety and all that. And one of them gets inside her house thanking her lucky stars that she wasn't the next victim. She's safe in her house with the lights off and all her windows and doors are locked. And then..."

"What? What?" Patricia, Kirsty and Genevieve demanded, mesmerized.

Miss Pearce smiled scornfully. "And then comes the very last line of the story."

"What?!"

"Behind her....in the darkness....someone cleared his throat!"

There was a fragile silence.

Why did you tell us that?" Kirsty said crossly. "I was about to go upstairs to use the bathroom. Now someone has to come with me." "Not likely. It's too cold up there," Genevieve said. Kirsty looked at Miss Pearce who smirked. "I doubt that anyone will be clearing their throat in my bathroom tonight, so I think that you'll be perfectly fine going on your own." Patricia realised that Miss Pearce had just gotten even with Kirsty and Genevieve for smashing her glass.

Kirsty looked at Patricia. "All right," Patricia said. "But we'll have to be careful because it's so dark in the hall."

But the hall was no longer dark.

At the foot of the stairs stood a new pale blue candle, alight and set into a silver candle holder. It sat on the bottom step and looked so sinister and out of place that both girls stared at it for several seconds.

"That's not funny! That's a mean trick to play on anyone!" Kirsty exploded, turning to look at Patricia. "I'll get you for that, Patricia Miggs, putting that creepy thing there!"

Genevieve and Miss Pearce came out into the hall to see what all the fuss was about. "Very authentic, Patricia," Genevieve said in a sarcastic tone.

"That candle wasn't even there when we bought the cocoa in," Patricia said indignantly. "I get it now. You and Genevieve put it there when I was sorting out the mugs. Okay, Kirsty, you can stop playing tricks now."

But Kirsty looked genuinely angry and it looked like real anger. Not the sort that you'd put on at all.

Genevieve, then, Patricia thought.

But Genevieve just met her eyes mockingly and didn't say anything at all.
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 10 added).

Postby Headmistress » Sat May 23, 2015 5:23 am

Just wondered if people wanted me to continue this story as there haven't been many comments? I've actually planned a few more chapters, so if anyone could let me know if they want me to continue this story, it would be much appreciated. Cheers.

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 10 added).

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat May 23, 2015 7:17 am

Hallo,
for perhaps the time between the parts make perhaps not difficult read and remember what was last part. I even found Ideas a round the séance very funny. A spirit guide name Lotus and that bounding gaging should help against his negative vibration. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 10 added).

Postby Headmistress » Thu May 28, 2015 4:26 am

Thanks, Andrew :).

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 10 added).

Postby Headmistress » Thu May 28, 2015 4:54 am

Patricia was determined not to show Genevieve that she'd gotten a fright and said, "Well, there's some light in the hall now."

Suddenly there was the sound of a phone ringing. Patricia looked over and saw a black telephone on a small wooden table in the hall, which was partially obscured by the velvet drapes. Miss Pearce said, "I wonder who could be calling so late," and moved to pick it up, but Kirsty was closer and picked it up. "This will probably be Simon ringing about the party - I gave him the number, so I'll have to tell him that the party's off."

She said, "Simon? Listen...the party's off. I'm sorry about bothering you before, but the party's off because..." She suddenly stopped and listened.
"Is the phone line working or is it still crackling?" Miss Pearce said. Kirsty said nothing. After a few seconds, Miss Pearce took the phone out of her hand. Her expression didn't change as she listened, but she suddenly set down the phone. "Kirsty, when people make prank calls like that, you've got to hang up. Listening like that just encourages them."

"What happened?" Patricia said. "Was that Simon?"

"It was really weird," Kirsty said. "It didn't sound like Simon at all. "There was just soft breathing and then it was this woman's voice....only it was really soft and strange. She just said to me, "I'm coming to get you!" She was chanting it. It was like one of those chants that children do. You know..."I'm coming to get you, ready or not!" Miss Pearce said, "Kirsty, that was someone making a prank call and you should have just hung up on them. Your friend probably got someone else to call for him. The good news is that if the phone is working, then that means we can get out of here quicker." Patricia saw a hint of nervousness on her face and realised that the English teacher must have been feeling spooked, too. "That's right," Genevieve said. Miss Pearce picked up the phone again and listened for a moment before she hung it up again. "It's dead. The line is still playing up."

Patricia said, "Miss Pearce, do you mind if I try? I have to ring my mother. I promised her that I would." To her surprise, the English teacher handed her the phone. Patricia had almost expected her to refuse the request.

Patricia dialled her home number. Despite a bit of crackling, the line finally rung and her mother picked up. Patricia waited for Miss Pearce, Kirsty and Genevieve to leave, but none of them did. She realised that they were blatantly going to listen in on her call. Her mother was now engulfed in waves of self-pity. She couldn't find her sedatives, she had a headache and she didn't know how she would ever manage until Patricia came home....

Patricia soothed her mother for a few moments, embarrassingly aware that the others were listening to her with undisputed amusement. It was difficult as the line often crackled and Patricia was worried that the call would suddenly be cut off. After a minute, Genevieve started singing under her breath and Patricia was angrily aware that the tune was "My mother said I never should".

Then her mother asked a dreadful question. "Can you put Kirsty's aunt on, please? I'd like to thank her for having you over." Patricia struggled for words. "She's upstairs." "Then I'll wait until you get her." Patricia looked around helplessly. To her surprise, Miss Pearce held her hand out for the phone and Patricia handed it to her. She hadn't thought that Miss Pearce would come to her rescue. Perhaps Miss Pearce was doing this to ensure that Patricia would stay quiet about the weekend, but that didn't really matter. Patricia was just relieved that she wouldn't have to continue the awkward conversation with her mother.

Miss Pearce spoke smoothly into the receiver, "Hello, it's Maud here. No, it's been a pleasure to have Patricia over. No, the girls are all enjoying themselves and they've been no trouble at all. Yes, I'll certainly make sure that Patricia doesn't stay up too late. Thank you and goodbye."

As Miss Pearce moved to put the phone down, Genevieve grabbed it from her and said in a menacing voice, "Hey, Mrs. Thing, you busted into our poker game, you old bat! Patricia can't talk to you - she's out cold at the moment. We told her not to drink so much gin..."

Patricia was aghast and made a desperate snatch for the phone, but Genevieve easily held it out of reach and kept going. "Yeah, she's going to be really hungover tomorrow, but it's not our fault. It's all these guys she invited up here... There are about 15 of them. All of these boys have tattoos and motorbikes, but they're not really boys... Some of them look about thirty..."

Patricia lunged again and managed to grab the phone from Genevieve. When she listened, there was no response at the other end. Kirsty giggled, "You should've seen your face, Patricia." "Relax," Genevieve laughed. "The phone had already cut out before I said all of that." Patricia hung up the line and said, "That wasn't funny. If she had heard you, she would've believed it. She's not like your parents. She's..." "Not all there?" Genevieve said. Patricia went silent.

That was when the phone rang again. Patricia picked it up and said, "Mum, that was just one of the girls playing a joke...." She stopped as a voice began speaking. It was a high and light woman's voice. The crackling on the line suddenly stopped and the voice came through quite clearly.

The soft words whispered through the line like dew:

"Hush a bye, baby, on the tree top.
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.
Down will come cradle, baby and all."

There was a dead silence. Patricia said crossly, "Prank calls aren't funny. Don't call again."

The voice spoke again:

"I'm coming to get you, ready or not!
Count to a hundred, one, two, three..."

Miss Pearce snatched the phone from Patricia and snapped, "Get lost!" into the receiver. Then she sighed and said, "It's just cut out again. We obviously can't call anyone if the phone keeps cutting out. We'll wait until morning."
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 11 added).

Postby LordNelson » Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:03 am

Hello Headmistress, sorry that I fell behind in the story, it has been a while since I have left a message . I too start to wonder if it is worth going on when there are no comments so I try to encourage others by making a comment whenever I can. Your story is brilliant and even if they can't be bothered to say so I think that many other members feel the same way and we are all looking forward to seeing how it ends.

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 11 added).

Postby Headmistress » Fri Jun 05, 2015 4:06 am

Thanks, LordNelson. I have not posted a new chapter for a while as I have been busy. However, I am going to put a new one up now and will post a few more soon.

Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 11 added).

Postby Headmistress » Fri Jun 05, 2015 4:50 am

Patricia said, "Well, I'm going upstairs to have a shower." While she thought that the top floor was still creepy, it was better than staying around Kirsty and Genevieve. "Towels are in the cupboard under the sink if you need them," Miss Pearce said. Genevieve went over to the piano and picked up the music books that she had been fiddling with before.

Suddenly her expression changed. "Who's been messing around with these? I had these in a special order and someone's gone and put them all out of order." "Not me," Kirsty said. I've got no interest in music. Those horrid books are all mouldy, anyway. You probably got them mixed up by accident."

"No, I didn't!" Genevieve said sharply. "I put "Come into the garden" at the bottom of the pile and someone's put it right at the top and opened it to some stupid nursery rhyme. "Boys and girls come out to play". That one wasn't even there before.

Patricia decided not to get involved with the argument and went out into the hall. Knowing Kirsty and Genevieve, they'd probably try to blame her for that, too. The shadows in the hall looked even more sinister. The blue candle still sat on the bottom step. It had burned down a little bit, so some of the wax had drizzled down the sides. Patricia decided to put it to good use and carried it up the stairs, grateful for the light that it provided. When she got into the bathroom, she closed the door and carefully set the candle down on the floor.

Patricia had been in such a horry to change before that she hadn't really bothered to look around the bathroom. Now that she did, she noticed that the bathroom was every bit as old as the rest of the house. The bathtub was large and white and sat against one wall of the bathroom with four silvery and tarnished clawed feet and two taps. Above that, there was a white tiled wall with a shower head set into it and a grubby plastic curtain that had been left open hung from a railing over the shower and ran around the edge of the bathtub. On the right of the room there was a old white china toilet that was slightly cracked in several places. As Kirsty had said, a chain hung directly over it. A couple of feet away from the toilet, there was a large white basin on a counter with several cupboards under it and a large oval mirror above it.

Patricia picked up the candle and set it on the edge of the basin. When she did so, she noticed that the knobs on the cupboards were fairly old and one of them appeared to be broken. The floor was covered in large black and white tiles and looked rather like a chessboard. On the back of the door, someone had hung up a white dressing gown that tied at the waist with a belt. It looked new, so Patricia guessed that it must belong to Miss Pearce.

Patricia noticed that there was a small window just above the bathtub that had been closed. Miss Pearce must have done that as Patricia remembered her comment about the catch being broken. When she opened the cupboard, she was pleasantly surprised to find a pile of fluffy white towels, shampoo, conditioner, soap and a large yellow bath sponge.

Since it was chilly in the bathroom, Patricia had a quick shower. Fortunately, the water was warm and soon stopped her feeling chilly. She scrubbed herself with the soap and the sponge and washed her hair with the shampoo and conditioner before getting out again and draping a towel around herself. The towel was so large that it covered her body from neck to knee.

When she looked into the foggy mirror, she studied her face and shook out her long red hair, feeling gloomy. She didn't look anything like Kirsty, Genevieve or Miss Pearce. The three women were all very different in looks, but she didn't even resemble one of them. Her face was strange and odd with angled cheekbones and features that seemed to be all different sizes. Nothing could change the fact that she was plain. Unfortunately, Patricia was far too biased against herself to realise that her face actually held a hidden promise of unique beauty, which was only shocking because it was so different. To someone who was unbiased, Kirsty's beauty and Genevieve's elegance would have been rather ordinary in comparison.

But Patricia didn't see any of that.

With a sigh, she looked at the mirror. The mirror was a lovely one with a carved wooden frame with roses and stems framing the round glass. Miss Pearce had obviously dismissed most of what was in the house as junk, which was a shame as there were some lovely things in the house. Patricia wondered if she planned on keeping any of them.

That was when she heard the moan. It was a long and dragged out moan that sounded frighteningly close to her and came from just outside the bathroom door. She shook her head. Obviously, the others didn't know when to quit.

She turned back to the mirror. Best not to pay attention to them. They'd get bored and go back downstairs if she didn't give them the satisfaction of falling for their tricks.

What happened next caught her completely off guard.

The bathroom door flew open with a BANG. Patricia spun around in shock and something soft and silky was suddenly flung over her face. She tried to pull it off, but a pair of hands grabbed her from behind and twisted her wrists behind her back. To her horror, something soft suddenly slipped around her hands and was pulled tight before she felt it being knotted into place. Patricia flailed around, but with her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't pull off whatever was covering her.

Her shoulders were grabbed and she was shoved down onto the floor. Patricia realised that the thing that was covering her was a bedsheet, but it clung to her wet skin and she couldn't shake it off. Her feet were then grabbed and bound together with something that felt harder than whatever was binding her hands. It felt like a strap or something similar. Her bindings were very tight and she knew that she wouldn't be able to escape. She heard several sharp tearing sounds very close to her and realised that whoever was tying her up was tearing strips off the sheet that covered her.

She opened her mouth to yell for help and that was when the sheet was roughly pulled aside and she caught a glimpse of the large bath sponge, just before it was stuffed into her mouth. Something else was quickly tied in between her lips and around her head to hold the sponge in. The large sponge completely filled her mouth and Patricia knew that she wouldn't be able to spit it out.

She began to grunt and squirm as she struggled to get free, but then the sheet was pulled over her head again. Patricia heard clattering close to her again and then someone came up behind her and the sheet was raised slightly. To her horror, Patricia saw her own underpants coming closer and closer to her face. Her struggling had caused the towel to slip partway off her body and to her horror, it suddenly fell off entirely, leaving her completely naked.

The elastic band of Patricia's red underpants was pulled open and the underpants were then pulled down over Patricia's head, so that the crotch was placed over her face and the leg holes sat on either side of her head. When the underpants had been securely pulled into place, the sheet was pulled back over Patricia.

She suddenly heard the water of the bath running and squirmed furiously. But there was nothing she could do to stop herself from being picked up and deposited into the bathtub, which had now been filled with cold water. The water now covered her from her ankles to the top of her breasts. It immediately splashed around her naked body and chilled her to the bone. Whatever had bound her wrists was then pulled back and secured to the taps of the bath.

The sheet was finally removed and Patricia tried to look behind her to see who it was, but she didn't get a chance as a cloth was quickly tied around her eyes on top of the underpants. Finally, a set of footsteps ran out of the bathroom and Patricia heard the door slamming.

Patricia was now naked, bound, blindfolded and gagged in a bath filled with cold water. She did not know it, but her hands had actually been tied behind her back with the belt of Miss Pearce's bathrobe and the sponge that gagged her was actually Miss Pearce's bath sponge. Her feet were bound together with an old belt. A strip of the sheet that had covered her was also holding the sponge into her mouth and another strip of the same sheet was what was blindfolding her. The underpants over her head stopped her from getting the gag out or removing the blindfold.

Patricia began to squirm and struggle against her binds and gag. However, it was futile as she had been bound and gagged too well. After a few minutes, she stopped struggling and tried to think.

Where were Kirsty, Genevieve and Miss Pearce?
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Re: Games (F/F) (Chapter 12 added).

Postby Shanyalovestape » Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:31 am

nice update :) wonder what's gonna happen next !
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl