XiphiasX10A
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Camping fun (F/F, feet); 2nd chapter up (F/F, feet, UB)
Spawned from an idea I had a little while ago and partly inspired by a pic I saw on dA. Jess and Jen are not my characters, they are the OC's of a member of AVGDID and were used with his permission. At least I hope so, I haven't exactly asked yet...
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Jen lowered herself slowly onto the large rock, sliding her fingers under one strap of the backpack she was carrying with a relieved groan. She didn’t quite know why she agreed to go hiking with Jess – in hindsight, the idea of spending a night under the stars sharing a tent with her was appealing in itself – but now most of the muscles in her body screamed in pain. Her shoulders and legs in particular were gathering strength to go on a violent protest against her, and the thought that she had to do it all over again the next day to return to civilisation didn’t help. Something flew past, and Jen looked in the direction it had come.
Waving her arms energetically, Jess grinned at Jen’s weary form, “Come on, Jen. We’re almost there and it’ll get dark in an hour and a half.”
“Define ‘almost’,” Jen replied, although she worked it out in her head. At their speed – or at least the speed Jen was currently capable of – an hour and a half meant about a kilometre. Applying deductions for Jess planning to arrive at her chosen site early for setting up while there was still light, factoring in a forty-five minute setting up time…
Jen started as something prickly began poking her in the arm. One hand gripping the stick she held, the other clenched into a fist and pumping in the air, Jess grinned again.
“Come on. You can do it, you can do it!”
With a sigh, Jen forced her body to comply, standing up and glaring at Jess. “Now stop poking me.” Seriously, where the hell does she get all that energy from?
Dropping the stick, Jess turned and started walking again. Her legs were burning, and she felt the consequences of her earlier wild arm waving, but they were only several hundred metres from where she was planning on camping the night, and she refreshed herself with that thought. Her mind drifted to the several large rolls of tape she had hidden in her pack, adding more fuel to her fire. She looked back, noting with satisfaction that Jen was keeping pace. She knew that Jen wasn’t accustomed to this kind of exertion, and even though she picked an easy track and was carrying the tent they would share, she could see the tiredness in her friend’s body. Jess hoped it wasn’t too bad, though. If she’s too tired then tonight might not be as fun as I planned it to be.
They rounded a corner formed by a wall of trees, and Jen’s eyes widened. From seemingly out of nowhere, a wide field had been placed. A stream ran past the far edge, and the ground was covered in what looked to be soft and well maintained grass. A sign declared the site as ‘Black Range Campsite’. Jen noted that someone had even built a pair of stalls for what she imagined were pit toilets – still several steps beyond the self dug hole she first imagined. Jess noted another small group of campers that had arrived first, frowning slightly. It made things a little harder if they weren’t alone, but the site was quite large, and the other group had set up on the far end of it.
Jess made her way to the other end and dropped her pack with a sigh. “We’ll set up here,” she declared, unstrapping the lightweight tent from the top of her pack and unzipping the carry bag for it.
Jen dropped her own pack with a loud groan, flopping down on the grass and letting her limbs rest. After several minutes, she sat up, seeing that Jess had already spread out the main part of the tent and was unfolding the fibreglass poles. Jen took the empty water bottle from the side pocket of her pack, digging out the small hand-pumped water filter from where she had packed it.
“Should I fill up yours as well?” she asked.
Jess pointed to her pack, “Sure, thanks. It’ll be in the right side pocket.” She balked inside, remembering that her pack had two such pockets, one containing an empty water bottle, the other containing several smaller rolls of tape. She watched as Jen decided which pocket, an odd pressure seizing inside her chest as she picked the tape one. “The other one,” Jess blurted, feeling her spirit dying as Jen opened the pocket.
Jen looked up as she started to undo the zipper, “Ah. I should have asked first.” She did up the zipper again, opening the pocket above it and taking out the empty bottle from inside. She stood up, taking the three items with her. “Back soon.”
“Sure,” Jess replied, waiting until her friend had turned around before exhaling. “Way too close,” she whispered to herself.
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Later that night…
Jess moved slowly, taking one of the larger rolls of tape and finding the end with her fingernails, pulling out an inch of it as quietly as she could. She found the edge of Jen’s sleeping bag, noting in the almost complete darkness that Jen had moved to one side of it. She drew out more of the PVC tape, anchoring it on the bottom of the bag, breathing once to prepare herself, and getting to work. She rolled the bag around Jen so that she resembled a sushi roll encased in the material, picking her body up gently to provide room and winding the tape around several times.
She’s not even stirring, Jess thought, Perfect though, she’s even hugged her arms up to her chest.
Jess continued winding the tape around Jen’s form, following a spiral pattern until the roll ran out. Jess ripped the cardboard cylinder at the end of the roll free, cursing softly as Jen stirred suddenly.
Jen’s eyes blinked open the moment she felt the fact that her arms were pinned to her chest. She rolled over, finding that her arms weren’t alone in their situation. She saw a shadow looming over her, and opened her mouth to scream.
Jess clamped her hand over Jen’s mouth, gripping tight as she grappled in the dark for a fresh roll. She ripped a strip from the roll – this one was thick cloth tape, so she winced at the rather unsubtle ripping noise it made – and pressed it over Jen’s lips, criss-crossing with two more strips. Jen was struggling now, rather frantically, and it occurred to Jess that she probably didn’t realise it was her. She held Jen’s shoulders, fighting against her thrashings.
“Jen!” she hissed, “Jen!! It’s just me! It’s Jess… relax damn it!”
Jen heard Jess’ voice, taking a few moments to slow her breathing and questioning her friend from behind her gag. She thought back to the rolls of tape she’d glimpsed in Jess’ pack earlier. Now she had confirmation…
Jess sighed with relief, before turning on the battery powered lamp in the middle of the tent and bathing the interior in soft light. She let Jen see her face to further allay any concerns that a random person had snuck into their tent. “Phew. Anyway, sit tight. I just have a couple more things left to do.”
She moved down to the other end of Jen’s sleeping bag, feeling where her feet were and wrapping the tape around her ankles, making sure it was extra tight. She moved back to Jen’s arms, sitting her up and reinforcing the original wrappings before laying her back down and tearing a last strip from the roll.
The strip descended over Jen’s face, and once her mind registered where it was going, she shut her eyes quickly. Jess smoothed the blindfold in place with a smile, poking Jen’s nose playfully before moving back down to her feet.
“Your feet must be really tired,” Jess said, taking hold of the zipper. She especially picked a bag for Jen that had separate zippers for the side and bottom, and she undid the one at the bottom now. “After all, you’re not used to walking for so long are you?” Jess revealed Jen’s bare feet from within the bag, seeing that they were flushed red. She reached her hands inside the bag slowly, and Jen started grunting into her gag.
Jen wriggled in her captivity as she felt how close Jess’ hands were, her head flicking left and right in a futile effort to see through the blindfold. In the middle of nowhere of all places, with strangers a hundred metres away? You’re nu-
Her thoughts were cut short as Jess suddenly took a hold of both her feet, bracing herself for the tickling that she was expecting, moaning in relief as she felt a massage that was one of the most comfortable things she’d ever felt. Jen sighed happily into her gag as Jess pressed her thumbs into her arches, massaging up and down steadily.
Jess changed position, moving her hands to the base of Jen’s toes and moving her thumbs side to side, making small circular movements as she went. She could hear Jen’s deep breathing, like someone caught in euphoria – which was what Jess had planned. With an evil grin, she switched her hands to a tickling position, brushing against Jen’s soles with her fingertips. “Now for another kind of relaxation.” Jess wrapped one arm around Jen’s legs, wriggling the fingers of her free hand, “Mine.”
Jen cried out into her gag as Jess’s fingers scrabbled rapidly across her soles, descending into laughter in moments. She fought against her sleeping bag and the tape that turned it into a prison, trying to kick out her legs from Jess’s firm grasp. Jess ceased after a while, mostly because she was close to having her shoulder dislocated by Jen’s thrashings, finding the roll of electrical tape from her pack. She moved Jen around so that there was more space, winding several revolutions around Jen’s big toes. Sitting on the tent floor, Jess rested Jen’s legs against her own, holding them down with the other before resuming her work, tickling the pair of immobile feet in her lap with both hands. Jen squealed into her gag at the renewed tickling, sweat beginning to form on her brow. The added warmth from the sleeping bag combined with the heat she was producing from her struggles were making things quite warm.
Jess continued, monitoring Jen and slowing as she became exhausted, gradually coming to a stop. Jen was panting into her gag, completely drained. Jess kissed each of Jen’s feet lightly, before reaching up and peeling away the tape covering her mouth.
A moment of unimpeded breathing later, Jen cocked her head to where she thought Jess was. “Jess?” she asked.
“Right here,” Jess replied with a smile, “Was that fun?”
Jen frowned, “Well, I wouldn’t say it was worth the walk.” Jess giggled. “But yeah, it was fun. Now, Jess?”
“Mmmm?”
“Could you let me out of this damn sleeping bag?”
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ps: I was kidding, I asked first
Spawned from an idea I had a little while ago and partly inspired by a pic I saw on dA. Jess and Jen are not my characters, they are the OC's of a member of AVGDID and were used with his permission. At least I hope so, I haven't exactly asked yet...
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jen lowered herself slowly onto the large rock, sliding her fingers under one strap of the backpack she was carrying with a relieved groan. She didn’t quite know why she agreed to go hiking with Jess – in hindsight, the idea of spending a night under the stars sharing a tent with her was appealing in itself – but now most of the muscles in her body screamed in pain. Her shoulders and legs in particular were gathering strength to go on a violent protest against her, and the thought that she had to do it all over again the next day to return to civilisation didn’t help. Something flew past, and Jen looked in the direction it had come.
Waving her arms energetically, Jess grinned at Jen’s weary form, “Come on, Jen. We’re almost there and it’ll get dark in an hour and a half.”
“Define ‘almost’,” Jen replied, although she worked it out in her head. At their speed – or at least the speed Jen was currently capable of – an hour and a half meant about a kilometre. Applying deductions for Jess planning to arrive at her chosen site early for setting up while there was still light, factoring in a forty-five minute setting up time…
Jen started as something prickly began poking her in the arm. One hand gripping the stick she held, the other clenched into a fist and pumping in the air, Jess grinned again.
“Come on. You can do it, you can do it!”
With a sigh, Jen forced her body to comply, standing up and glaring at Jess. “Now stop poking me.” Seriously, where the hell does she get all that energy from?
Dropping the stick, Jess turned and started walking again. Her legs were burning, and she felt the consequences of her earlier wild arm waving, but they were only several hundred metres from where she was planning on camping the night, and she refreshed herself with that thought. Her mind drifted to the several large rolls of tape she had hidden in her pack, adding more fuel to her fire. She looked back, noting with satisfaction that Jen was keeping pace. She knew that Jen wasn’t accustomed to this kind of exertion, and even though she picked an easy track and was carrying the tent they would share, she could see the tiredness in her friend’s body. Jess hoped it wasn’t too bad, though. If she’s too tired then tonight might not be as fun as I planned it to be.
They rounded a corner formed by a wall of trees, and Jen’s eyes widened. From seemingly out of nowhere, a wide field had been placed. A stream ran past the far edge, and the ground was covered in what looked to be soft and well maintained grass. A sign declared the site as ‘Black Range Campsite’. Jen noted that someone had even built a pair of stalls for what she imagined were pit toilets – still several steps beyond the self dug hole she first imagined. Jess noted another small group of campers that had arrived first, frowning slightly. It made things a little harder if they weren’t alone, but the site was quite large, and the other group had set up on the far end of it.
Jess made her way to the other end and dropped her pack with a sigh. “We’ll set up here,” she declared, unstrapping the lightweight tent from the top of her pack and unzipping the carry bag for it.
Jen dropped her own pack with a loud groan, flopping down on the grass and letting her limbs rest. After several minutes, she sat up, seeing that Jess had already spread out the main part of the tent and was unfolding the fibreglass poles. Jen took the empty water bottle from the side pocket of her pack, digging out the small hand-pumped water filter from where she had packed it.
“Should I fill up yours as well?” she asked.
Jess pointed to her pack, “Sure, thanks. It’ll be in the right side pocket.” She balked inside, remembering that her pack had two such pockets, one containing an empty water bottle, the other containing several smaller rolls of tape. She watched as Jen decided which pocket, an odd pressure seizing inside her chest as she picked the tape one. “The other one,” Jess blurted, feeling her spirit dying as Jen opened the pocket.
Jen looked up as she started to undo the zipper, “Ah. I should have asked first.” She did up the zipper again, opening the pocket above it and taking out the empty bottle from inside. She stood up, taking the three items with her. “Back soon.”
“Sure,” Jess replied, waiting until her friend had turned around before exhaling. “Way too close,” she whispered to herself.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that night…
Jess moved slowly, taking one of the larger rolls of tape and finding the end with her fingernails, pulling out an inch of it as quietly as she could. She found the edge of Jen’s sleeping bag, noting in the almost complete darkness that Jen had moved to one side of it. She drew out more of the PVC tape, anchoring it on the bottom of the bag, breathing once to prepare herself, and getting to work. She rolled the bag around Jen so that she resembled a sushi roll encased in the material, picking her body up gently to provide room and winding the tape around several times.
She’s not even stirring, Jess thought, Perfect though, she’s even hugged her arms up to her chest.
Jess continued winding the tape around Jen’s form, following a spiral pattern until the roll ran out. Jess ripped the cardboard cylinder at the end of the roll free, cursing softly as Jen stirred suddenly.
Jen’s eyes blinked open the moment she felt the fact that her arms were pinned to her chest. She rolled over, finding that her arms weren’t alone in their situation. She saw a shadow looming over her, and opened her mouth to scream.
Jess clamped her hand over Jen’s mouth, gripping tight as she grappled in the dark for a fresh roll. She ripped a strip from the roll – this one was thick cloth tape, so she winced at the rather unsubtle ripping noise it made – and pressed it over Jen’s lips, criss-crossing with two more strips. Jen was struggling now, rather frantically, and it occurred to Jess that she probably didn’t realise it was her. She held Jen’s shoulders, fighting against her thrashings.
“Jen!” she hissed, “Jen!! It’s just me! It’s Jess… relax damn it!”
Jen heard Jess’ voice, taking a few moments to slow her breathing and questioning her friend from behind her gag. She thought back to the rolls of tape she’d glimpsed in Jess’ pack earlier. Now she had confirmation…
Jess sighed with relief, before turning on the battery powered lamp in the middle of the tent and bathing the interior in soft light. She let Jen see her face to further allay any concerns that a random person had snuck into their tent. “Phew. Anyway, sit tight. I just have a couple more things left to do.”
She moved down to the other end of Jen’s sleeping bag, feeling where her feet were and wrapping the tape around her ankles, making sure it was extra tight. She moved back to Jen’s arms, sitting her up and reinforcing the original wrappings before laying her back down and tearing a last strip from the roll.
The strip descended over Jen’s face, and once her mind registered where it was going, she shut her eyes quickly. Jess smoothed the blindfold in place with a smile, poking Jen’s nose playfully before moving back down to her feet.
“Your feet must be really tired,” Jess said, taking hold of the zipper. She especially picked a bag for Jen that had separate zippers for the side and bottom, and she undid the one at the bottom now. “After all, you’re not used to walking for so long are you?” Jess revealed Jen’s bare feet from within the bag, seeing that they were flushed red. She reached her hands inside the bag slowly, and Jen started grunting into her gag.
Jen wriggled in her captivity as she felt how close Jess’ hands were, her head flicking left and right in a futile effort to see through the blindfold. In the middle of nowhere of all places, with strangers a hundred metres away? You’re nu-
Her thoughts were cut short as Jess suddenly took a hold of both her feet, bracing herself for the tickling that she was expecting, moaning in relief as she felt a massage that was one of the most comfortable things she’d ever felt. Jen sighed happily into her gag as Jess pressed her thumbs into her arches, massaging up and down steadily.
Jess changed position, moving her hands to the base of Jen’s toes and moving her thumbs side to side, making small circular movements as she went. She could hear Jen’s deep breathing, like someone caught in euphoria – which was what Jess had planned. With an evil grin, she switched her hands to a tickling position, brushing against Jen’s soles with her fingertips. “Now for another kind of relaxation.” Jess wrapped one arm around Jen’s legs, wriggling the fingers of her free hand, “Mine.”
Jen cried out into her gag as Jess’s fingers scrabbled rapidly across her soles, descending into laughter in moments. She fought against her sleeping bag and the tape that turned it into a prison, trying to kick out her legs from Jess’s firm grasp. Jess ceased after a while, mostly because she was close to having her shoulder dislocated by Jen’s thrashings, finding the roll of electrical tape from her pack. She moved Jen around so that there was more space, winding several revolutions around Jen’s big toes. Sitting on the tent floor, Jess rested Jen’s legs against her own, holding them down with the other before resuming her work, tickling the pair of immobile feet in her lap with both hands. Jen squealed into her gag at the renewed tickling, sweat beginning to form on her brow. The added warmth from the sleeping bag combined with the heat she was producing from her struggles were making things quite warm.
Jess continued, monitoring Jen and slowing as she became exhausted, gradually coming to a stop. Jen was panting into her gag, completely drained. Jess kissed each of Jen’s feet lightly, before reaching up and peeling away the tape covering her mouth.
A moment of unimpeded breathing later, Jen cocked her head to where she thought Jess was. “Jess?” she asked.
“Right here,” Jess replied with a smile, “Was that fun?”
Jen frowned, “Well, I wouldn’t say it was worth the walk.” Jess giggled. “But yeah, it was fun. Now, Jess?”
“Mmmm?”
“Could you let me out of this damn sleeping bag?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
ps: I was kidding, I asked first
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