"Okay, here's the plan: we need to find some clothes, find some leverage to use and find a way to turn the tables on these girls," you say.
"I agree," the boy says, "Don't get me wrong: I love all the sex. But all the spankings and humiliation is too much. My name is Joe, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. I apologize for not having the best timing there a minute ago."
"It happens to the best of us. So which do we do first?"
"Let's find some clothes. I know you don't like staring at my piece and I feel the same way. I suggest that we check the girls' rooms nearby," you say, "They may have something we can use."
"Agreed."
You both exit the room and begin searching for something of use. You find lots of frilly panties, some of which could only be worn here, see-through bras and some kinky stuff like handcuffs and blindfolds. Nothing that serves you any other purpose than stroking your libido. Your rummaging through a girl named Heather's underwear is interrupted by Joe's exclamation.
"I found something. Come next door, quick."
You head over as quickly as you can, your neck straining to be free of that damned collar. Naturally, the door is open and you are sure to look towards Jim's face to avoid seeing what you do not care to.
"I found some walkie-talkies. This way, we can move farther apart and communicate. The only downside, of course, is...."
"That they are pink. Big surprise," you comment sarcastically.
"It's a small price to pay though, in my opinion."
"True. So, who is the top woman in your group?"
"That would be Darcy," Joe answers.
"Okay. Check out her room. If there is anything we can use, she would have it. I'm going to check out Samantha's room. She's the alpha female of my group."
"Sounds like a plan."
You exit the room and make the long trek back to your building. It takes no effort to break into her room, since she seems to not have expected you to rebel in her absence. Her room is a lot like the usual 'college girl's room,' with pink walls and Maroon 5 posters. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a magazine sticking out of her closet. The one word in the title you can see is what makes you curious: Bondage.
You move quickly over to it and lift up the periodical. It is called 'Nymphettes in Bondage' and features a blond in a hogtie with a huge blue ball gag in her mouth. Leafing through it, you notice several pages with wear and tear on them. Some of them even appear to be a little moist.
"That bitch," you say to nobody in particular, "That whole thing about being tied up and hating it. All an act to get in charge. Well, if she likes being tied up, I will have to give her what she wants...and more."
Your angry tirade is disrupted by a familiar voice.
"I found some of my old clothes," Joe says over the walkie, "They told me that they burned them, but they didn't. It was in a black garment bag marked 'In Case of Emergency.'"
"That's good. I'll have to check some more of Samantha's room for a similar bag. Why don't you get dressed and head over here? We need to do our planning now."
"Will do. See you in a bit."
You reluctantly put down the magazine, noting that there are at least a dozen more nearby, and look for a bag. After a few minutes, you find it. She marked it in a very similar manner to what Darcy did.
You put on your favorite 'High Fidelity' t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, happy to have clothes on your back for the first time in a while.
Your timing proves good as Joe arrives a couple minutes later.
"Oh good, you found yours too," he says, "So what's the plan?"
"Well, we need to find something to blackmail them with. If we get that, we can make them our slaves."
"I like how you think. What are the odds that the would leave it behind with us though?"
"Pretty good," you answer, "After all, they didn't do a great job of hiding our clothes, did they?"
"That's true. If we get anything, though, it has to be really...."
He stops when he sees the lights of a car pulling up to the building. In the dusk hours, it stands out like a police siren.
"Okay," you say, "New plan. Find out who that is and adjust accordingly."
"Agreed."
You rush out of the room and get down to the main stairwell. From there, you can see the person approaching the doorway to the building. You are a bit surprised to see that it is.... |