"Sara and Rachel: Communication Issues" (commissioned by Golavus)
Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2026 6:53 pm
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"GGGGGMMM. CCCCCCCMMM NNNNN!" I growled in frustration through the thick fabric stuffed in my mouth as I repeatedly bashed my body against the cardboard box. I could see the phone balancing precariously on the edge. It was so close now. But generating the momentum needed to knock it clean off while tied up like this was...well hard was putting it mildly.
"Yyyyyrrrr nnnrrrrlll tttrrrrr!" Rachel encouraged me though the stuffing crammed in her mouth, concealed by the thick red rag fastened snugly over her lips. Encouraging me was about the most she could do given how she was tied into this enug, unyielding ball-position with her legs tucked up with her chin almost touching her knees, more ropes wound about her limbs and body to keep her this way. Her movement was incredibly limited. As was mine. But I was going to be damned if those cows who did this to us were going to get away with it.
With as big a shove as I could muster with my exposed shoulders the phone finally toppled off the box, landing on the storeroom floor with a clatter. Feeling relief at finally achieving some progress, I shuffled closer to it on my panythosed backside, and then toppled deliberately onto my side, my brown hair providing some shielding for my exposed skin from the cold floor as I shuffled around on the spot, trying to grasp the phone with my bound and numbing hands fixed behind my back. If I could just reach it and activate my emergency contact, perhaps there was a chance Rachel and I could be rescued before those women came back. Or before anyone else found us in this embarrasing predicament.
To think that this case had started well enough. Our waitress uniform disguises consisting of white blouses, black skirts, dark hose and sensible flat shoes had got us access to this swanky country club easily enough. What we hadn't anticipated was that in our attempt to find evidence of a high profile fraud ring operating in the property, that someone else had also infiltrated it with more nefarious purposes in mind.
Rachel and I only knew about it when we ended up being chloroformed by unseen assailants. We'd then woken up in this store room, not only trussed up tight and mouths jammed and coated in fabric, but now minus our disguises, leaving us in just our tights and underwear. We then saw the two women changing into our stolen outfits, wearing wigs that matched our hairstyles. They mockingly told us 'babes' to stay put in here if we knew what was good for us. They just needed our uniforms to gain access to something precious they were trying to acquire. They didn't even seem to know Rachel and I were undercover sleuths. They'd just thought we were part of the staff.
Still, there was no way Rachel or I could tell them this or fight back as we sat balled up minus most of our clothing. We could but only glare and squirm as the women explained that someone would find us in the end. 'Some guy will definitely be hitting the jackpot' one of them sneered as they abandoned us in her to squirm in our bonds.
But I'd soon realised they'd left my phone propped up on the box. Maybe it was deliberate; a way of giving us an escape without having to wait hours on end. Perhapos they were confident we wouldn't reach it in time. Little did they know how I'm damn stubborn I can be sometimes.
Managing to clasp the phone in my numbing fingers I tapped the emergency contact access code, and I felt and heard the phone vibrating in my hand as the call was made. Dropping it, I then rotated around on the spot so I could place my gagged mouth as close to the speaker as possible, shaking away strands of my long brunette hair in the process. Rachel watched on in trepidation, toes wriggling inside her tights as she did her best to retain circulation, egging me on as the image of our friend Abigail appeared on the call as she mercifully answered.
"Sara, Rachel, is that you? Where are you both?"
"BBBBBGGGGLLLL HHHHLLLLPPPP!" I mumbled desperately through my gag into the speaker, hoping she'd be able to decipher my gagged mumbles and come to our rescue. We were relying on her coming and finding us...before things got really embarrasing...or worse.
"GGGGGMMM. CCCCCCCMMM NNNNN!" I growled in frustration through the thick fabric stuffed in my mouth as I repeatedly bashed my body against the cardboard box. I could see the phone balancing precariously on the edge. It was so close now. But generating the momentum needed to knock it clean off while tied up like this was...well hard was putting it mildly.
"Yyyyyrrrr nnnrrrrlll tttrrrrr!" Rachel encouraged me though the stuffing crammed in her mouth, concealed by the thick red rag fastened snugly over her lips. Encouraging me was about the most she could do given how she was tied into this enug, unyielding ball-position with her legs tucked up with her chin almost touching her knees, more ropes wound about her limbs and body to keep her this way. Her movement was incredibly limited. As was mine. But I was going to be damned if those cows who did this to us were going to get away with it.
With as big a shove as I could muster with my exposed shoulders the phone finally toppled off the box, landing on the storeroom floor with a clatter. Feeling relief at finally achieving some progress, I shuffled closer to it on my panythosed backside, and then toppled deliberately onto my side, my brown hair providing some shielding for my exposed skin from the cold floor as I shuffled around on the spot, trying to grasp the phone with my bound and numbing hands fixed behind my back. If I could just reach it and activate my emergency contact, perhaps there was a chance Rachel and I could be rescued before those women came back. Or before anyone else found us in this embarrasing predicament.
To think that this case had started well enough. Our waitress uniform disguises consisting of white blouses, black skirts, dark hose and sensible flat shoes had got us access to this swanky country club easily enough. What we hadn't anticipated was that in our attempt to find evidence of a high profile fraud ring operating in the property, that someone else had also infiltrated it with more nefarious purposes in mind.
Rachel and I only knew about it when we ended up being chloroformed by unseen assailants. We'd then woken up in this store room, not only trussed up tight and mouths jammed and coated in fabric, but now minus our disguises, leaving us in just our tights and underwear. We then saw the two women changing into our stolen outfits, wearing wigs that matched our hairstyles. They mockingly told us 'babes' to stay put in here if we knew what was good for us. They just needed our uniforms to gain access to something precious they were trying to acquire. They didn't even seem to know Rachel and I were undercover sleuths. They'd just thought we were part of the staff.
Still, there was no way Rachel or I could tell them this or fight back as we sat balled up minus most of our clothing. We could but only glare and squirm as the women explained that someone would find us in the end. 'Some guy will definitely be hitting the jackpot' one of them sneered as they abandoned us in her to squirm in our bonds.
But I'd soon realised they'd left my phone propped up on the box. Maybe it was deliberate; a way of giving us an escape without having to wait hours on end. Perhapos they were confident we wouldn't reach it in time. Little did they know how I'm damn stubborn I can be sometimes.
Managing to clasp the phone in my numbing fingers I tapped the emergency contact access code, and I felt and heard the phone vibrating in my hand as the call was made. Dropping it, I then rotated around on the spot so I could place my gagged mouth as close to the speaker as possible, shaking away strands of my long brunette hair in the process. Rachel watched on in trepidation, toes wriggling inside her tights as she did her best to retain circulation, egging me on as the image of our friend Abigail appeared on the call as she mercifully answered.
"Sara, Rachel, is that you? Where are you both?"
"BBBBBGGGGLLLL HHHHLLLLPPPP!" I mumbled desperately through my gag into the speaker, hoping she'd be able to decipher my gagged mumbles and come to our rescue. We were relying on her coming and finding us...before things got really embarrasing...or worse.