Another one of my stories over on tugstories.com. Much more to come, just the prologue, the first part and the second - it might seem like any soccer camp, sure, but let's just say there are ropes, sweat and torture all underneath too! Read to see...
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Rory
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Clara
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Ellie
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Milly
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Olivia
Rory - our main character, a beautiful, extremely cocky 13, almost 14 year old with pale, white and sunburned skin to match her curly flowing red hair - woke up with a terrible headache, definitely from being out way too late with her friends the night before celebrating her birthday to come in a couple days. Except something seemed odd - this was definitely not her cabin. Or her bed.
She started to sit up from the bed but found she couldn't - her arms and legs were stretched and spread out, rope tied to the posts of the bed and despite struggles, she couldn't break free. She started to scream for help before realizing her mouth was duct taped shut and her screams were all muffled.
She started to panic, realizing she had no way out and couldn't break free or peel the tape off her mouth. Then she heard laughter and realized she wasn't alone. "Having some trouble there honey?"
Rory's eyes, adjusting to the light, soon saw four girls, maybe a year or two older, sitting on the other three beds laughing at the soccer star's situation. Two of them were girls she knew from games - Elizabeth who everyone called Ellie, a British, blonde haired girl with piercing blue eyes and Milly, a redhead with a short haircut, laughing hysterically at Rory's bondage. The other two looked familiar but she couldn't figure out their names as she started pleading through her duct tape gag to be let go.
"You can moan and scream all you want, you're not gonna be able to undo those bonds. Olivia (one of the two Rory didn't recognize, blonde with braids on the end and flashing an evil smirk to Rory) here is a master with rope knots and she made sure that's as tight as possible." the fourth girl, who had jet black hair and blue eyes, said, as she undid Rory's tape gag. "Let me go! This isn't funny!" Rory pleaded, looking up at the unknown girl.
"I bet you don't even know who I am, huh? I'm Clara, you know, the girl who ran this camp for years before I got hurt and some silly, little girl decided to take my spotlight - that's you, in care you didn't know." she said, mocking Rory's helpless body by tightening the ropes on her feet. "Hey, it's not my fault! Not everyone can keep up with the best as they get older," Rory, ever the one to take the opportunity for trash talk, said back defiantly.
Clara lightly tickled the end of Rory's socked left foot, causing a little laugh to creep out of the bound redhead. "I'm gonna ignore what you said and give you a choice - tomorrow's my first time playing again since I broke my foot and no brat is gonna outshine me, so you can either bow down tomorrow and go back to being a boring, average player or else." Ellie, Milly and Olivia quietly whisper to one another as Clara asks Rory, "so what's it gonna be superstar?"
Rory, cool, calm, and collected, responds in a way only Rory could - "Else, obviously. Cause no has-been like you can come anything close to how I can play." Clara rolls her eyes, playfully taps on Rory's face and says to her friends, "sigh, looks like we've got another newbie who needs our lessons. Let's get started." Ellie goes to grab a backpack while Milly and Olivia walk over to Rory's bed and pose as Clara grabs a Polaroid and tells them to smile while Rory moans and struggles.
"Where should we start with this one? She'd look pretty cute under the Pure Smeller, wouldn't she?" Milly asked, laughing. "Should we just see how long it takes till she begs for our feet over more of the PantyRuiner? Remember Lucia and - oops, don't want you to hear all that yet!" Olivia said, realizing Rory was listening to their conversation. The normally relaxed redhead meanwhile was starting to get confused and terrified, not realizing at all what she has gotten herself into as Ellie walks back over with a large backpack labeled "Supplies" and unzips it to reveal a cache of what looked like assorted junk to Rory, but as she'd find out, nothing could be further from the truth. "Foolish little twat," Ellie says.
Clara walks behind the curtains of the cabin's bathroom while writing on the photograph's margins, #46 and adds it to a wall of pictures of girls the foursome has made submit to their glory, one way... or the other over their years at camp. "This is gonna be one fun summer."
