Found another story of mine that is really old. I might have wrote this at least 3 years ago....Its not finished and I might continue it (being a guy and writing from a girl perspective was a phase I went through back then; so I don't know if Im up for it again), depends what you guys think. Im fleshing out a fantasy I have about a girl being tied up at a sorority and I go "rescue" her, the ending is the hard part atm.
Stacie threw her red hair back as she prepared herself for binding. The little tykes had cornered her told her she was going to be kidnapped and held hostage. She couldn’t help but giggle as she mockingly through up her arms and surrendered. It brought her back to the last little boy she had babysat that had kidnapped her and how easy it was for her to escape. He was so nervous it was adorable she thought and so were these two little kids in front of her.
“I’ll go and get the rope!†Little Hannah yelled and ran off. She was ten years old and made sure you knew that she acted older than her age. Stacie thought about what Hannah’s mom said about her being ten and going eighteen, and its believable except when she got excited, like right now.
“Okay, I’ll escort the hostage to the T.V. room!†Greg yelled to his sister. Greg was twelve and like al twelve-year-old boys, they act like 12 year-old-boys. He didn’t have ADD, but like all young boys they get hyper and little Greg, with the crush of his life, was about to jump out of his socks.
It didn’t bother Stacie that Greg had a crush on her, most little boys always have a crush on that older high school/college girl who stayed with them during the day or night. She had always been self-conscious of herself, but she stood about normal girls height with bright red hair. She had modest breast, but guys always commented on her butt, which she would reply with keep your hands to yourself. Yet she had no problem finding a boyfriend thanks to her bright, light blue eyes.
“Move!†Greg said as he pushed her playfully.
“Hey! Not so rough.†Stacie replied back and began to walk to the living room.
“You can’t order me! I am in charge now!†Greg exclaimed as he demonstrated his masculinity by thumping his chest with his arm. How many times has she seen that with frat boys after they chugged a beer? No matter…
Stacie walked to the couch and plopped down.
“So now what now?†Stacie asked her kidnapper.
“Er…†Greg was completely taken off guard by this question and shifted his posture. He looked around and Stacie couldn’t help but giggle as one question knifed through his dominance. Just then to save him Hannah arrived with an armful of brown rope and dumped it on the floor. Greg came over and began to sort through it, but he didn’t seem satisfied.
“Can you get more rope?â€
“This is the rope we always use.†Hannah said with a puzzled expression.
“Yes, but,†Greg cast a look at Stacie, “we need more.â€
“Is there more?â€
“I think there is some in the garage, but I don’t know where.â€
Hannah didn’t say a word and bolted out of the room. Stacie marveled that this would be the first time she has ever seen these two cooperate with each other. Normally they fought like brothers and sisters do and constantly competed to see who was better.
“You were wondering so now what?†Asked Greg as he turned around with a long piece of rope in hand and a wicked grin.
Stacie began to feel a little worried, but she assured herself that she would escape just like before. Not only was rope impossible to tie someone up with as far as she new, but also she was part of the Gymnastics team and incredibly flexible. That put her at ease, but there was a lot of rope in that boy’s hands.
Without waiting for an invitation, Stacie turned around on the couch and crossed her hands behind her back.