Chapter 12 - Susan's Turn
Scott waited a few moments before he set to work. He wanted to be
certain that Mistress Susan wouldn't return unexpectedly. Meanwhile, Ross laid
hopelessly on the bed wondering how he found himself in this position.
After about a minute, Scott reached up with his fingers and unbuckled
the ballgag that, until now, had prevented him from talking. In no time, the
ball and strap fell to the ground, and Scott began to speak.
"Ross! Get over here! I have a plan to get us out, but there's not
much time!" Scott began.
Ross instantly sat up in the bed. "How? You're tethered to the wall,
and I'm blindfolded. The odds aren't exactly in our favor."
"Just slide your ass off the bed and follow my voice as I explain."
Scott responded.
Ross laboriously slid himself off of the bed. With the ankle spreader
firmly attached, Ross looked like a blind, wingless duck as he slowly waddled
toward Scott.
"I managed to get my hands on a key to the locks." explained Scott.
"All of the locks are identically keyed, so the key I have will fit all of these
locks, if we can just get to it."
"How the hell did you manage that?" Ross asked in disbelief.
"My keeper released me to clean me up, and I overpowered her. I took
the key, strapped her to the bed and did the same to Jennie, the head Mistress.
Then, I came to find you." Scott replied.
"Hold on a minute, Superman. If you overpowered two of these Amazons
and have a master key, how come you're wearing a leash and you're attached to a
wall?"
"I had to put all this stuff back on so that I wouldn't be too
noticable." Scott explained. "I forged a note from the head Mistress directing
anyone who found me to deliver me here, and one of the guys that found me
checked all my locks to make sure I wouldn't escape. My wrist cuffs had been
unlocked until I met up with them."
"Okay, I'm here." said Ross as he bumped into Scott.
"If you can get your face near my hands, I can take off the blindfold,
and we can get to work." Scott said.
After a bit of bumping and fumbling, Scott removed Ross' blindfold.
"Now, get the key and let's get out of here!" Scott said. "It's hidden
in the front of my underwear."
"You've got to be joking!" Ross laughed.
"Look, I know..." started Scott. "This stays strictly between the two
of us. I don't like it any better than you do. I certainly didn't plan it this
way, but your hands are in just about the right spot..."
"Okay, okay, let's get this over with so we can get out." Ross reasoned
aloud.
With that, Ross pulled the elastic side of the pouch covering Scott's
privates, and the key fell to the ground.
"Damn!" Ross cursed. "It would actually have been easier if it had
stayed in there. Now, I have to get down on the ground to get it."
Ross awkwardly fell to his knees, with his ankles forcibly spread wide.
Then he flipped over with his feet in the air, like some bizarre break dancer,
and laid down on his back so that his hand fell near the key. With a little
effort, he managed to grab the key, but found that he couldn't reach any of the
locks. His ankles were spread too wide, his wrists were held fast to the sides
of the leather belt, and the lock for the belt was in the front center.
Ross wrestled his way back to his feet. Then, he slid a chair next to
Scott's position along the wall. With considerable effort, Ross slithered onto
the chair and slowly stood up using the wall for support. At that height, Ross'
hands were just about aligned with Scott's wrists. Stretching precariously
upward, Ross was able to insert the key into the lock connecting Scott's collar
and cuffs. With a twist of his fingers, Scott was free. As Scott began to
completely free himself and Ross, the two finalized their escape plan.
"Okay, you were out there..." Ross said motioning his head toward the
door. "Where is the door that leads outside?"
"I don't have a clue." Scott replied. "I can get us back to the room I
was in, but I have no idea how to get outside."
"If we get caught like this, we're so totally screwed! I say we head
back to the room you were in and get more information from the two that you tied
up. Do you think they're still there?" asked Ross.
"Oh yeah, they're still there." Scott answered confidently. "I bound
them up pretty good. Besides, if they had escaped, we sure as hell wouldn't be
free. The head Mistress would have her staff swarming us by now."
"What about the door alarm?" Ross asked as he realized that they hadn't
quite thought of everything.
"That's easy." Scott replied. "They only lock the Persuaders on to
prisoners with a history of behavior problems. We have no track record, so ours
are just buckled on. I suggest you do what I did. Remove the batteries, but
keep it on. It gives them a false sense of security, and give us a slight
advantage."
"I wouldn't exactly say that we have any advantage." Ross corrected.
"Do you think that the alarm also alerts security."
"We'll have to take that chance." Reasoned Scott. "I figure that, like
any alarm system, they have their share of false alarms. If we turn it off
right after we get out, it probably won't attract any real attention, kind of
like a car alarm."
With that, they quickly made their way back to Christen's room, hoping
they wouldn't run into anyone along the way. The trek went suprisingly well.
They had to change directions only twice to avoid oncoming voices, and although
there was one guy who actually caught a glimpse of them through a partially open
door, they weren't too concerned. He was attached to a huge "X" and had some
kind of dental apparatus spreading his jaws.
When they arrived at Christen's room, they were surprised to find the
door ajar, and the lights on. They cautiously stepped just inside the foyer of
the guest suite and silently locked the door. Further inside, they could hear
Susan's excited high-pitched voice. They stayed behind a partial wall that
concealed the foyer from the rest of the suite until they could decide their
next move.
"I'll get you out as soon as I can find the key." They heard Susan say.
"There's always an extra set in the back of the armoire." Jennie
responded.
"Shouldn't we at least take off the nipple clips?" Susan asked in a
muffled voice as she dug through the armoire for the spare set of keys.
"You know, she's the reason we're here instead of enjoying the evening."
Jennie replied flatly. "Another couple of minutes won't kill her."
Christen moaned.
"Here they are!" Susan announced, jingling the extra set of keys.
"Good. Now get me out of this so that I can call security." Ordered
Jennie.
Russ and Scott exchange knowing glances. They each knew their window of
opportunity was quickly closing. Both men came charging from the foyer
to see Susan inserting the key in Jennie's armbinder. With the two men
approaching, Susan became a deer in the headlights. Ross tackled her onto the
bed, while Scott grabbed the keys from her hands and reinserted a ballgag into
Jennie's open mouth.
Like a flashback to the fraternity party that changed Ross' life, he
grabbed Susan's wrists and flipped her underneath him. Again, she was no match
for him, but this time he wasn't going to use his necktie to bind her wrists.
This time, he attached her wrists behind her back with a pair of three-inch
locking leather wrist cuffs that Scott tossed to him from the armoire. Within
minutes, Susan was completely subdued. She looked like an advertisement for a
leather factory.
Susan's ankles were encased by matching leather cuffs and locked to
either side of her bound wrists, creating a nice hogtie. Her elbows, also
sporting a pair of 3 inch locking leather cuffs, nearly touched, and her knees
were held together by a wide locking strap. As she struggled against the tight
hogtie, her hair fell nicely accross the four-inch posture collar that Ross
picked out, and her moans were well muffled by the two inch leather plug harness
gag that was locked around her head. Although Scott offered him a wide leather
blindfold, Ross decided that Susan's eyes were just too lovely to cover up. So
instead, Ross inserted expanding earplugs into her ears to shut out the world in
a different way.
For the first time that day, things looked like they were going Ross'
way. To celebrate, Scott ordered Champaign from room service. He told the
attendendant over the telephone that Mistress Jennie specifically requested the
services of Charles.
