khardicdrunk
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Hi, I'm utterly new to the board, and I thought I might as well post something right off the bat to make myself feel better. I wrote this a little while ago, and it is also posted on the AVGDID board. It is based in the Gundam Seed fandom, set after the end of SEED Destiny. Please enjoy. Or not, and start sending death threats to me, whatever...
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Sighing, Murrue Ramius got to her feet and made her way to the kitchen. The pungent smell of another of Waltfeld’s coffee “experiments” wafted up her noise, and she struggled not to pass out.
“It’s an extra strong brew this time!” he had exclaimed proudly earlier that morning, before heading into town to get some more raw beans.
“Not like he doesn’t have enough in there,” Murrue grumbled, washing the empty mug she had carried over and leaving it on the drying rack.
It was a typical summer day, not too hot but still hot enough to warrant wearing nothing but a tank top and a crepe skirt. She was in her own home, so Murrue didn’t see anything wrong with leaving her feet bare. She made her way to the balcony overlooking the beach and shoreline, sitting on one of the deckchairs and leaning her head back, feeling the comfortable heat on her skin. Andy was slightly overdue, but she pushed the thought from her mind as comfort took over.
A sudden noise sprang her awake, and she was on her feet in an instant, looking towards the inside of the house through the glass screen door. Murrue noted the front door slightly ajar, and snuck back inside, closing the screen door with the quietest click she could and thanking the fact that it was not a pneumatic one. Once inside, she kept her senses alert for intruders, while moving quickly but quietly to where her gun was hidden. If it had been Andy he would have called out when he walked in. If it had been Mu on a surprise visit then…well, Murrue didn’t quite know. Mu was good with surprises but Murrue didn’t necessarily enjoy all of them.
She found her gun, and slinked back to the kitchen, pressing her body against the wall next to the archway. She swung around the corner, bringing up her aim and panning it around the kitchen. Nothing, except Andy’s coffee. A noise brought her to the living room of the beachside house. She savoured the feeling of the soft carpet against her soles for a moment before blinking in confusion at the assortment of items laid out in a roughly oval shaped ring on the floor between two lounges. Murrue crouched down to inspect them, laying her gun down on the floor. They were coils of rope, white and soft looking.
“What the hell is this?” she whispered, starting to rise.
She didn’t get far. Something heavy stopped her motion, and she opened her mouth to yell out, managing a surprised grunt as a large wad of cloth was shoved in. What looked to be a strip of a towel swung across her face, and Murrue noted the large knot in the middle of it before it was tied over the wad and behind her head. She mewled into her gag as whoever had broken in forced her to the floor, pinning her down with his superior weight. Her hands were crossed at the wrists, and one of the ropes snaked its way around them.
“Mmmph!!” Murrue bucked against her imminent bondage, but the knots had already been tightened. She tried kicking at the man with her legs but only found her ankles in his grip, groaning as the felt another rope tying her feet together with the same speed as before. There was about a metre of rope remaining so he threaded it through Murrue’s wrist bonds, drawing the hogtie up as tight as it would go before Murrue’s limbs began to stretch – which was only about a foot and a half of rope between her wrists and ankles. He took another rope, and bound her knees together as well, rolling his captive onto her side to get a better reach. She grunted again, tugging at the ropes angrily.
“Huh?” Murrue tried to turn her head around as the intruder reach over her body and grabbed another item. Her eyes widened when she saw that it was her gun.
“Now,” the man said, brushing a strand of loose hair from Murrue’s face with the pistol’s muzzle, “This mask that I am wearing is slightly uncomfortable, so the sooner you are ready to tell me where your valuables are in this house then the sooner I can be off with them and the sooner I can be free of it. Does that sound like a good deal to you?”
Murrue looked into the unreflective shade lenses of the man’s gas mask, trying to glean some kind of identity from him, but all she managed to get was that he was a large man – and she didn’t get that from the mask. Valuables, though…in hindsight, there were none. She shook her head with a muffled stream of words.
“No?” the man sat back, “Not a good deal?”
“Mmmrr!!” Damn it, Murrue thought angrily to herself, If you’re going to ask me a question then ungag me! He had moved behind her, and she tried again to see.
“That’s ok,” he was saying, crouching down, “The valuables aren’t the real reason I’m here.”
“Mmmm?” Oh great…we moved in near perverts…
At first she was unsure at the strange tingling sensation in her feet, but it got stronger and she realised what he was doing. She fought against the smile growing on her face, protesting loudly into her gag. Gag or no gag, if she could make enough noise then surely someone would hear her and come to save her.
“Wrong again, pretty lady,” the man said as his damning touch continued to torment Murrue’s feet, “You picked a nice isolated house. The only person nearby is me.”
Murrue growled, both in a vain attempt to not laugh and in anger at this man. It was true, like most of the others who had taken part in the last war, she and Andy had chosen an out of the way place to live for the sake of tranquillity. She bit into the wad of cloth, deciding the refuse this bastard the pleasure of laughing.
“Just let it out,” he crooned in her ear, “It’ll make things much more enjoyable. For both of us, that is.”
Murrue blinked, before snapping her head up and trying to hit his face with it. He recoiled, chuckling. “You have spirit!”
He grabbed her ankles, and rolled her back onto her stomach, “Now,” he said, his voice becoming deep and menacing, “I’ll break it.”
She almost screamed as the man renewed his efforts, working with both hands and brushing his fingertips against every sensitive part of Murrue’s feet in rapid and repeated succession. A small squeak escaped from her throat, and she thought she was going to explode from the pent up pressure. She clenched her fists, tugged against the ropes, everything she could, but still the feeling was there, and still the tickling continued.
It wasn’t long after that that Murrue’s defences collapsed, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks as she laughed possibly harder than she ever had in her life. She hadn’t expected the man to stop, but even if she didn’t want to admit it, she didn’t want him to.
Murrue was still feeling light headed when the man started talking again, “Well, that was valuable enough.”
She felt him getting up and rolled around on the floor to get a better look at his back as he walked away. There was an unshakable familiarity about him now, but in her current state she couldn’t focus on anything, so instead she just retired herself to savouring the fading happy feeling.
Suddenly she opened her eyes. She’d heard the door closing, so the man was gone. However, she was still hogtied and gagged on the floor of her own house, and the knots were just as secure as they were before. She groaned loudly at her new problem, before trying to roll her way to the kitchen.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Grabbing the gas mask by the canister at the bottom, Mu pulled it off and took a deep, unimpeded breath, leaning his back up against the wall of Murrue and Andy’s house. He ran his fingers through his hair, wiping sweat from his face using his sleeve. A figure walked from around the corner, a shopping bag in one hand.
“Did you catch all that, Andy?” Mu said without looking up.
“All of it,” Andrew Waltfeld grinned, “Having one eye actually helps a lot for looking into peepholes.”
“Do you think she liked the surprise?” Mu stood up now, looking Andy in his scarred face.
“I think she loved it.” Waltfeld laughed, “Although, don’t you think it was a little cruel to leave her tied up?”
“I think she’ll love it…”
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Sighing, Murrue Ramius got to her feet and made her way to the kitchen. The pungent smell of another of Waltfeld’s coffee “experiments” wafted up her noise, and she struggled not to pass out.
“It’s an extra strong brew this time!” he had exclaimed proudly earlier that morning, before heading into town to get some more raw beans.
“Not like he doesn’t have enough in there,” Murrue grumbled, washing the empty mug she had carried over and leaving it on the drying rack.
It was a typical summer day, not too hot but still hot enough to warrant wearing nothing but a tank top and a crepe skirt. She was in her own home, so Murrue didn’t see anything wrong with leaving her feet bare. She made her way to the balcony overlooking the beach and shoreline, sitting on one of the deckchairs and leaning her head back, feeling the comfortable heat on her skin. Andy was slightly overdue, but she pushed the thought from her mind as comfort took over.
A sudden noise sprang her awake, and she was on her feet in an instant, looking towards the inside of the house through the glass screen door. Murrue noted the front door slightly ajar, and snuck back inside, closing the screen door with the quietest click she could and thanking the fact that it was not a pneumatic one. Once inside, she kept her senses alert for intruders, while moving quickly but quietly to where her gun was hidden. If it had been Andy he would have called out when he walked in. If it had been Mu on a surprise visit then…well, Murrue didn’t quite know. Mu was good with surprises but Murrue didn’t necessarily enjoy all of them.
She found her gun, and slinked back to the kitchen, pressing her body against the wall next to the archway. She swung around the corner, bringing up her aim and panning it around the kitchen. Nothing, except Andy’s coffee. A noise brought her to the living room of the beachside house. She savoured the feeling of the soft carpet against her soles for a moment before blinking in confusion at the assortment of items laid out in a roughly oval shaped ring on the floor between two lounges. Murrue crouched down to inspect them, laying her gun down on the floor. They were coils of rope, white and soft looking.
“What the hell is this?” she whispered, starting to rise.
She didn’t get far. Something heavy stopped her motion, and she opened her mouth to yell out, managing a surprised grunt as a large wad of cloth was shoved in. What looked to be a strip of a towel swung across her face, and Murrue noted the large knot in the middle of it before it was tied over the wad and behind her head. She mewled into her gag as whoever had broken in forced her to the floor, pinning her down with his superior weight. Her hands were crossed at the wrists, and one of the ropes snaked its way around them.
“Mmmph!!” Murrue bucked against her imminent bondage, but the knots had already been tightened. She tried kicking at the man with her legs but only found her ankles in his grip, groaning as the felt another rope tying her feet together with the same speed as before. There was about a metre of rope remaining so he threaded it through Murrue’s wrist bonds, drawing the hogtie up as tight as it would go before Murrue’s limbs began to stretch – which was only about a foot and a half of rope between her wrists and ankles. He took another rope, and bound her knees together as well, rolling his captive onto her side to get a better reach. She grunted again, tugging at the ropes angrily.
“Huh?” Murrue tried to turn her head around as the intruder reach over her body and grabbed another item. Her eyes widened when she saw that it was her gun.
“Now,” the man said, brushing a strand of loose hair from Murrue’s face with the pistol’s muzzle, “This mask that I am wearing is slightly uncomfortable, so the sooner you are ready to tell me where your valuables are in this house then the sooner I can be off with them and the sooner I can be free of it. Does that sound like a good deal to you?”
Murrue looked into the unreflective shade lenses of the man’s gas mask, trying to glean some kind of identity from him, but all she managed to get was that he was a large man – and she didn’t get that from the mask. Valuables, though…in hindsight, there were none. She shook her head with a muffled stream of words.
“No?” the man sat back, “Not a good deal?”
“Mmmrr!!” Damn it, Murrue thought angrily to herself, If you’re going to ask me a question then ungag me! He had moved behind her, and she tried again to see.
“That’s ok,” he was saying, crouching down, “The valuables aren’t the real reason I’m here.”
“Mmmm?” Oh great…we moved in near perverts…
At first she was unsure at the strange tingling sensation in her feet, but it got stronger and she realised what he was doing. She fought against the smile growing on her face, protesting loudly into her gag. Gag or no gag, if she could make enough noise then surely someone would hear her and come to save her.
“Wrong again, pretty lady,” the man said as his damning touch continued to torment Murrue’s feet, “You picked a nice isolated house. The only person nearby is me.”
Murrue growled, both in a vain attempt to not laugh and in anger at this man. It was true, like most of the others who had taken part in the last war, she and Andy had chosen an out of the way place to live for the sake of tranquillity. She bit into the wad of cloth, deciding the refuse this bastard the pleasure of laughing.
“Just let it out,” he crooned in her ear, “It’ll make things much more enjoyable. For both of us, that is.”
Murrue blinked, before snapping her head up and trying to hit his face with it. He recoiled, chuckling. “You have spirit!”
He grabbed her ankles, and rolled her back onto her stomach, “Now,” he said, his voice becoming deep and menacing, “I’ll break it.”
She almost screamed as the man renewed his efforts, working with both hands and brushing his fingertips against every sensitive part of Murrue’s feet in rapid and repeated succession. A small squeak escaped from her throat, and she thought she was going to explode from the pent up pressure. She clenched her fists, tugged against the ropes, everything she could, but still the feeling was there, and still the tickling continued.
It wasn’t long after that that Murrue’s defences collapsed, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks as she laughed possibly harder than she ever had in her life. She hadn’t expected the man to stop, but even if she didn’t want to admit it, she didn’t want him to.
Murrue was still feeling light headed when the man started talking again, “Well, that was valuable enough.”
She felt him getting up and rolled around on the floor to get a better look at his back as he walked away. There was an unshakable familiarity about him now, but in her current state she couldn’t focus on anything, so instead she just retired herself to savouring the fading happy feeling.
Suddenly she opened her eyes. She’d heard the door closing, so the man was gone. However, she was still hogtied and gagged on the floor of her own house, and the knots were just as secure as they were before. She groaned loudly at her new problem, before trying to roll her way to the kitchen.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Grabbing the gas mask by the canister at the bottom, Mu pulled it off and took a deep, unimpeded breath, leaning his back up against the wall of Murrue and Andy’s house. He ran his fingers through his hair, wiping sweat from his face using his sleeve. A figure walked from around the corner, a shopping bag in one hand.
“Did you catch all that, Andy?” Mu said without looking up.
“All of it,” Andrew Waltfeld grinned, “Having one eye actually helps a lot for looking into peepholes.”
“Do you think she liked the surprise?” Mu stood up now, looking Andy in his scarred face.
“I think she loved it.” Waltfeld laughed, “Although, don’t you think it was a little cruel to leave her tied up?”
“I think she’ll love it…”
