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(Canticle of Hope) Ch. 4: Hope Springs Eternal

Laura blushed, and returned Emi’s hug, whispering “thanks. I’ve heard some horror stories about people that forgot to put safety first with this kind of thing.” Even if Laura was fully clothed in her leather jacket, black leggings, and school uniform, Emi was still in her underwear, so this was... awkward for her. “Emi... I-... I would like to practice tying you up, after this sometime.”

Speaking of underwear, Laura was wearing relatively plain black brief-cut panties, and a sports bra. Seemed like everyone else was either wearing cute ones, or otherwise alluring underclothes... she felt underdressed.
 
Emi smiled and whispered again, "of course you could practice more tying me up, we can do it at my house make an evening of it." She pulled away and turned and picked up a roll of tape " So are you two ready to be gagged and the pin me down and tickle me while i try to escape from your holds!" she faced Laura and Hitomi spinning the roll on two fingers.
 
Laura’s blush deepened when Emi mentioned making an evening of it, mouth watering, before nodding, and saying “I’m ready to start. Hitomi, what about you?”
 
Emi moved closer to laura "close your mouth Laura and keep your lips together." Emi grinned and once laura did as asked she would feel tape pressed against her cheeks and lips to form a seal. " No remember no removing the gags till this round is over if you do, that means I get to be released from your holds and get to work with my teeth to help free Kye!" She turned and waited on Hitomi to be ready.
 
After school, Hitomi had taken the time to duck home and get changed before meeting up with the black squirrel. As a result, she was dressed fairly practically and well rugged-up against the evening chill. She wore a pair of loose dark-grey pants, which flowed over a pair of comfortable brown boots on her feet. Her upper body was covered by a brown coat, buttoned at the front, which trailed a short distance past her waist. Earlier, she'd been wearing a long scarf, covered in a red and brown crisscross pattern, but for now that scarf was resting, neatly folded, on the couch. A few small clips kept the kitsune's long, silvery-white hair out of her face, and one larger clip kept the rest of it tucked behind her, flowing a good way down her back.

Hitomi wasn't particularly used to unexpected hugs, so she tensed up just a little as Emi wrapped her arms around her; not dramatically, and she didn't pull away or anything, but enough that Emi would probably notice. "Thanks, Emi-san, but... I don't think you're supposed to hug your captors," she smiled, trying to ease over her own awkwardness with a joke, before Emi set off to deal with Laura.

While Emi was applying Laura's gag, Hitomi set about unbuttoning her coat, revealing a neat, but somewhat, grey shirt underneath, in a significantly lighter shade than her pants. She carefully folded the coat and set it down beside her scarf, then, after a moment's thought, removed her glasses and added those to the collection.

"Alright," she turned to face Emi's somewhat-blurry form across the room. "I'm ready."
 
Laura would’ve bit her lip if she could, and instead shifted her weight from side to side after the gag was applied, her toes curling inside her beat-up sneakers. She wouldn’t have minded being the captive one bit. After all, she was in a safe environment, and they even had someone supervising that know what she was doing. Laura wouldn’t call herself a bondage fetishist, but she would’ve admitted to a certain curiosity about tying and being tied.
 
Emi walked across the room and ripped of a piece of tape and pressed against Hitomi cheek first the smoothed it over making sure it was well in place. "Alright that will do!" Emi grinned and laid down on the opposite end of the room from kye and had her arms out to the side and her legs straight back and ankles together. "So once I am pinned and grappled the contest will start and that's when kye can start to escape and I can start giving advice!"
 
Laura nods, her word of understanding muffled, but clearly enthusiastic. She walked over to Emi, and straddled her stomach, before grabbing the cat-girl’s wrists and pinning them over her head. Suggestive, yes, but very efficient, considering that this allowed Laura to use her entire body weight to hold her “prey” down.
 
Following Laura's lead, Hitomi took a seat kneeling over Emi's legs, her own knees to either side of the catgirl's and her back to Laura. Hitomi's weight was resting as much on her own legs as Emi's, so she wasn't really doing that much to restrain her beyond what Laura had already accomplished, but that wasn't the point. Laura already had that side of things well in-hand; the point of Hitomi's position was to give her easy access to Emi's feet, in the hope that they were a vulnerable point for tickling.

For now, though, the kitsune just waited for the games to begin, her tail brushing gently against Laura's back.
 
Kye felt the heat of the moment rising, and she forced herself to stay loose. No need to give them the ability to say she jumped the gun for her escape. Though the need to rock back and forth was intensifying. She began to humm a lesser known J-pop song, rolling her own back medley to it through her head, backing up and starting the humming again, not in the questioning way she had at the restaurant, more of the replay as she tried different tunes in her head. As she immersed herself in her own little head game, she began choreographing a cheer squad's worth of dancers through the beat, backing them up with each evolution of the tune. Changing outfits, and rhythms till she was completely separated from the world. At least until she went to brush the pixi strand of hair dangling in front of her eyes. That was when she realized her wrists were bound behind her, and she returned to see the girls sitting on Emi.

The two girls were sitting back to back, one fox tail sticking up between them. Laura was leaning over Emi, dominating her by holding her hands to the floor. This had the interesting circumstance of having Laura's breasts hovering provocatively close to Emi's face. The only saving grace, the thin white blouse of the school uniform protected, or showcased that very fact.
 
Emi grinned and with a bit of excitement in her voice " Begin!" She began to at first test there holds but not yet truly try to wriggle her way out just yet. but enough to see her muscles tighten and relax and she began to squirm like she was trying to mess with them a bit causing moments of flesh to flesh contact as if she was trying to test there self control a bit. her tail occasionally brushing up against her captors..
 
Laura blushed, and lifted her hips a bit, tightening her grip on Emi’s wrists with a muffled “no funny business.” Ironic, considering that the situation was almost entirely funny business.
 
Kye had no practice with these kind of activities, the undulations of Emi, Laura and Hitomi were not what she thought of as 'wrassling'. When the word, Begin was said, she threw herself against the ties on her wrists.
1d20+8 (11+8 = 19)
 She felt the twine bite deep into her wrists as the competitive smile spread across her face, she grit her teeth through the pain, would that leave a mark?
 
Hitomi had seen enough of Emi's escapes by now to be pretty confident that the catgirl wasn't yet making a serious effort to escape. Her legs kept rubbing back and forth Hitomi's thighs, only the fabric of the kitsune's pants keeping them from brushing up against her skin, but there didn't seem to be any real attempt to throw her off or slip away. What, then, was Emi's objective? Was she probing for weak points? Trying to distract them?

Well. Two could play that game. Hitomi squeezed her thighs together a little tighter, trying to restrict Emi's movement a little more, and reached out to gently take hold of one of Emi's legs near the ankle. She leant forward, and began to slowly rub the fingers of her other hand lightly back and forth, back and forth over the sole of Emi's foot.

Sexual prowess: 13 + 3 = 16, which I don't think is quite enough to beat Emi's Endurance.
 
Kye struggled on, without direction or encouragement. Though her attention was directed to the bindings on her wrist. "Combination hookah, and coffee maker. Also makes Jullian fries." The words spilled from her lips in a low Arabic accent. "Tap, tap" She grunted as she wiggled and rent her arms this way and that, this caused her chest to wriggle quite precariously. How did that bra hold them? Then she stopped suddenly, her eyes going wide for a second. Surprise and terror on her face, as one escaped.

Kye hadn't noticed her wardrobe malfunction. The twine had broken, enough to loosen its hold, but not enough to release her, not yet. IT took the nekomimi a moment to process this. Should she wrench her arms free and claim victory, or should she prolong the game a bit more? She erred on the side of fun, she would prolong the game. Could she reach down and behind her and begin taking care of the leg bindings? She wriggled a bit more noticing the pinching of her bra as the globe rolled against the restraint. Looking down, "Really ladies?" Her exasperation apparent as she addressed her breasts.
 
Laura was doing her best to contain Emi, but being next to two fit, squirming women who were certainly attractive had some rather obvious side effects. Still, she tightened her grip and settled her weight on the catgirl’s stomach to help hold her still.
grapple check result
roll (14) + Strength (+4) + BAB (+1)= 19

Laura heard Kye say “Really ladies?” And turned to look, eyebrows raising as she got a bit distracted watching the show.
 
Emi squimed and struggling against Laura's hold while her feet squirmed while fing[ers traced over her soles of her feet. She surprisingly kept enough control to not laugh.
her voice strained as she tried to give directions to her teammate " Kye first try to feel around for any loose ends, also if you can try and work your wrist restraints under your feet to work the wrists free with your teeth."

Suddenly she slipped her arms free from Laura's hold and with out much thought darted her hands into laura's midsection to try and tickle her off her emi's stomach.

Roll Result: Marie Reynolds rolled: 1d20, adding 16 to the total
Comment:
Result: 20,
Total: 36

rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total
Comment:
Result: 16,
Total: 20
 
Like Laura, Hitomi didn't immediately notice Kye's wardrobe malfunction; she was too focused on trying to distract Emi. Also like Laura, her attention was only drawn by Kye's exasperated exclamation. Hitomi looked over to the frog-tied catgirl, and felt her face suddenly grow warm as she caught an unexpected glimpse of Kye's free, bouncing breast. The kitsune glanced quickly away, embarrassed on her older classmate's behalf... but anyone watching her face might have noticed that her eyes darted back for a second peek.

Of course, that momentary distraction was probably all the opening Emi needed. As she sprung into action against Laura, Hitomi was completely off-guard; the kitsune let out a squeak of muffled protest, and did her best to grab hold of Emi's legs, but couldn't do a thing to help her fellow captor.

Grapple check: 5 + 4 = 9. Well, Hitomi tried.
​
 
Constitution (3)+ Trained Skill Bonus (5)+ Roll 16= 24
Laura laughed a bit, and squirmed some, but otherwise stayed put, and did her best to wrestle Emi’s hands back down, the playful teasing having her focus back to the task at hand, pun intended.
BAB (2) + STR (4) + Roll (2)= 8
 
Kye made the motions of trying to free herself for a moment or two as she noticed that the twine holding her wrists had broken, but her flopping breast was truly annoying. As Emi returned her assault with her hands, Kye tried to wobble her chest in a way that would flop the breast back into the bra cup. It didn't work. Waiting for the most opportune timing of distraction she whipped her hands around and righted the breast back into the bra before returning her hands back behind her to continue to seek out the ends of the strands as suggested. To those watching it may have looked comical, though there were a couple of angry red marks on her wrists from the strain.


1d20+11
10+11 = 21
 
rolled: 1d20, adding -1 to the total
Comment:
Result: 8,
Total: 7


rolled: 1d20, adding 16 to the total
Comment:
Result: 10,
Total: 26

rolled: 1d20, adding 16 to the total
Comment:
Result: 2,
Total: 18

Emi got a quick glance at Kye's breast as it popped out of her bra and then had to return her attention to Laura and Hitomi as the attempted to grapple her again and missed her popping the breast back into place. Emi began to squirm and struggle against each person holding her and finally rewarding her various bucking and twisting of body parts she worked her self free and rolled a short distance away that she could be jumped upon again to have her captors restrain her again. She lay catching her breath a bit as a sheen of sweat started to cover her body.
 
Holding Emi by hand was proving just as difficult as holding her with ropes. Hitomi was knocked to the side by the catgirl's sudden, bucking movements, letting out another muffled sound of protest as she rolled to a stop.

It wasn't so easily to catch your breath when your mouth was taped shut, but fortunately for Hitomi she hadn't been exerting herself nearly as much as Emi had been, so it didn't take her long to recover. The kitsune rolled after her victim, and quickly found herself lying aligned with Emi, her body between the other girl's legs and her head hovering over the other girl's stomach. The bottom of Hitomi's shirt had come loose, and hiked upwards as she rolled over Emi's legs; now her midriff was exposed, and she could feel Emi's thigh against her skin. Likewise, some of Hitomi's hair had slipped free of its clips, and now dangled loosely onto Emi's stomach.

Her new position certainly afforded Hitomi a nice view, but the kitsune didn't let that thought distract her. She grinned under the tape - Emi would probably see the mischief in her eyes as she glanced upwards for a moment - then set to work. Restraining Emi hadn't worked well, so Hitomi didn't bother trying to hold her again; instead, her fingers danced over Emi's sides and ribs, as the kitsune set about making an earnest attempt at trying to tickle her into submission.

Kye's sneaky recovery, meanwhile, went entirely unnoticed by the kitsune; she was quite busy, and besides, she wasn't wearing her glasses.

Perception: 2 + 10 = 12.
Sexual Prowess to tickle Emi: 9 + 3 = 12
 
Momentarily distracted not by the wrestling, but by the loose string she had between her hands, it was so bouncy, she batted at it a moment before the girl's tussle reminded her she had a team mate counting on her. "Ok," She rocked left and right as she struggled against the bindings, iaginary at her wrists, and complete around her legs. Then she was able to hook a long slender claw from her middle finger into the lacings binding her legs. Up she went, high upon her knees and over as she focused on the cording and not on balance. Her instincts flew forward and her arms shot out and around from her 'bound' position to catch herself. As she did, the claw tore through the central knot Gordian style, relieving her of her leg bindings as her feet shot out to catch her as well.

Kye landed, so to speak, her arms wide and bent at the elbow, her nose a hair off the ground, her feet had kicked the floor with quite the force as she levered her for up a bit arching her back and eyeing the room. Then in a luxurious and feline hint, she stretched before laying beside the bindings, trailing her claws through the wraps. "Fun." She giggled. Then the feline reached her own hand out to catch Laura's foot as the slower girl was preparing to recapture Emi as well. "Tickle, tickle." She purred as she attacked the appendage with her own tickle assault.
 
Emi squirmed and writhed a bit as she was tickled and started to laugh she did no try to keep her composure cause she saw her team mate free herself. In between fits of laughter she managed to get the words out "we won!"

She gave a wide smile and continued to laugh and squirm as Hitomi tickled emi relentlessly and she watched as her teammate jumped into the tickling fray. Emi wheased out the words " Please stop so I can explain the finale of the competition!" she continued to laugh and squirm and work up a bit of a sweat.
 
Laura smiled, not really caring about the loss. The contest itself had been fun, and now that they didn’t need to take it seriously, she tried to hold Emi still so the others could tickle her.
 
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