It didn’t really matter that Amanda was gagged; if her mouth had been freed, she had no idea what she’d have said, anyway.
Sarah stood in the doorway, staring at the sight of her roommate, naked, bound and gagged, and clearly in the throes of self-induced passion; her goggling blue eyes seemed twice as large as usual.
Oh, God, Amanda thought. She could feel herself reddening, and closed her eyes, mortified. Sarah, what the HELL are you doing home three days early? Please, Sarah, she wanted to shout, Don’t say anything., don’t call 911—there are no burglars, I’m OK, the place hasn’t been ransacked, just go away and pretend you never saw this, just…
The quiet in the room was almost deafening. Amanda’s eyes flew open, wondering if Sarah had already gone to call the police; instead, her blond roommate was standing beside the bed, staring down at Amanda. The blue eyes weren’t goggling any more; in fact, they had narrowed to a pair of slits. Something in Sarah’s gaze unsettled Amanda; for some reason she couldn’t explain, Amanda decided she’d better not be too obvious about trying to free her hands.
“This is about Jack, isn’t it?” Sarah’s voice was as cold as Amanda had ever heard it. “That’s what all the fancy dinner preparations are for.” Amanda couldn’t answer, but it hadn’t really been a question, anyway.
Now, Sarah sat down next to Amanda on the bed, and spoke through gritted teeth, “You little tramp.” The tone positively froze Amanda’s blood, and she desperately tried to get her fingertips in contact with the velcro strips, without Sarah noticing. “After what I told you, you decided you’d stab me in the back, and let Jack try some of his sick stunts on you.”
Stab you in the back?, thought Amanda, You said it was over!
“Well, let me tell you, Missy—I didn’t ‘break up’ with Jack just to watch you bring him back in here like a wet puppy. I’ll decide when I’m rid of that boy for good, and…” Sarah’s voice broke off, and she looked down at the pillowcase full of bondage supplies, as a thought seemed to strike her. “He’s not here, yet, is he? That means you did all… this… to yourself.” A light dawned in Sarah’s eyes. “That means you must have left yourself some way to get free—“ she broke off as Amanda gave up trying to hide her escape attempt, and threw herself sideways, to try and get a better grip on the velcro. Her attempts were suddenly, painfully, halted, as Sarah’s fingers twisted in her hair, slamming her facedown on the bed. “Not so fast, bitch!” Sarah was grinning at Amanda now, as she yanked her painfully by the hair. “Let’s just see what you’ve got in your little bag of tricks.”
Not relaxing her grip, Sarah lay on Amanda’s back, using her other hand to rummage through the pillowcase. “This should do the trick.” Amanda gasped in relief as her hair was released, but by then she could hear Sarah ripping a strip from the roll of heavy white medical tape that had been in the pillowcase. Still using her weight to force Amanda face-down, Sarah plastered the tape down over the nylon bonds on Amanda’s wrists, sealing the velcro underneath. Amanda gave a wail of despair as Sarah then turned her over again, and sat contemplating her bound roommate.
“Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look with that thing in your mouth?” Sarah’s eyes dropped to the rope disappearing between Amanda’s legs. “Oh, but that’s right—you must LIKE this stuff, you little sicko.”
Amanda was as frightened and angry as she could remember being, but being reminded of the crotchrope suddenly caused her to start feeling warm and itchy again—this was certainly not something she would have ever dreamed about, but the fact was that she really was helplessly bound and gagged, just as she had been fantasizing.
Sarah continued to study her. “I could do anything to you I wanted, now, couldn’t I?” The question hit Amanda squarely between the legs—oh my God, she thought, I really am a helpless Damsel in Distress! “Well, see how you like this, Miss Pervo.” The blonde reached out and twisted Amanda’s hardening nipples; the bound girl seemed to explode up from the bed, her loins writhing.
“Oh, my God,” Sarah’s voice dripped disgust, “now you’re some kind of lezbo, too?”
You stupid cow!, Amanda wanted to shout, The way I feel now, if my Aunt Gertrude touched me, I’d probably come! Her breath bubbled around the ballgag, and Sarah drew her finger through the line of saliva running down Amanda’s chin, and wiped it on the naked breasts.
“You really are disgusting, you two-faced little slut,” Sarah went on. “Well, let me tell you how things are. There is no ‘Jack’ for you. I lead that boy around by his dick; he isn’t even going to look at a hopeless little bimbo like you. But you’ve got your damn nerve thinking you can sneak him behind my back.” She paused, and a nasty smile crept across her face. “You know what would serve you right? I think maybe I’ll play hostess for this little dinner party tonight,” Amanda tried not to give her the satisfaction of reacting, but the devastation must have shown in her eyes. “That’s right—Jack and I can have a nice dinner, and after that, maybe I’ll just remind him what he’s going to be missing when I finally do kick his cute, sorry ass out the door.” She paused. “But what about you?” she mused. As Sarah’s gaze fell on the closet door, Amanda began struggling madly again—now the fantasy was receding before a wave of real fear. “Yes, that’s it. We’ll just store you away like an extra bed we don’t need.” Amanda strained uselessly again, madly praying that the ropes might somehow part; Sarah rummaged in the pillowcase again, and came up with a length of clothesline.
“You lie real still, now,” she smirked at her roommate, and grabbed Amanda’s hopelessly twisting wrists. Amanda was probably stronger than her roommate, but the bondage allowed Sarah to handle her easily. It took her only a moment to loop the cord around the rope holding Amanda’s ankles, and tie them to her bound wrists. The position wasn’t especially stringent, there was plenty of play in the rope, but it still would not be possible for Amanda to straighten herself out fully. Sarah then took her roommate by the shoulders, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Amanda couldn’t tell if Sarah even tried to lift her; all she knew was that she was pulled off the bed, and landed painfully on her back.
“Oops,” was Sarah’s giggled comment. She bent down, took hold of Amanda’s legs, and dragged her helpless bundle across the carpet, the coarse pile rubbing painfully against her bare skin. Sarah opened the closet door, and, grunting, pushed the bound girl inside. Amanda made one last attempt to lift her head, and make a muted plea for mercy, but Sarah didn’t even slow down.
“Don’t bother making any noise in here, because I’ll have the stereo on out there. Tell you what, though,” Sarah giggled, “maybe I’ll turn it down when Jack and I get down to it, so you can listen.”
She laughed, and slammed the door, leaving Amanda in the darkness, and feeling desperately alone.