JoBeth & Amy #1: Tying Up Loose Ends
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JoBeth & Amy #1: Tying Up Loose Ends
JoBeth & Amy: Story 01 – Tying Up Loose Ends - (September) - PART 1
*WARNINGS: This story IS FOR 18+ ONLY! If you don't like adult situations, don't read any further!! This story will eventually contain BONDAGE, a sexual situation, and will involve a suggestive bit of girl/girl fun...*
The punk rock music floated to her ears loudly from the MP3 player clipped to her belt as JoBeth Kelley slipped through the gate of the mansion that she’s nearly burned down the night before. The afternoon sun was setting quickly off in the west, casting wide shadows over the now empty yard as a cool breeze tickled her fishnet stocking-covered legs.
When she’d made it back home from the insane night before, the perky brunette didn’t have the time to change out of her outfit before realizing that in all of the madness of those insane scientists, the monsters, zombies and that weird bald guy with all the guns, her favorite teddy bear backpack had been lost in the fray. The backpack contained not only her best camera, but her notebooks, her school ID and any number of other things that brought her all the way back to stand outside the large, heavy wooden door that now stood slightly ajar and fully off one of its hinges.
“Hello?” she called out, not too loudly. Hitting the pause button on her MP3 player, she listened for any reply from what appeared to be an empty house. Met with complete silence, JoBeth took a few tentative steps inside the front hall, her trusted baseball bat firmly in hand.
After a few minutes and several more empty rooms, she turned her music back on and did her best to retrace her steps. The lack of zombie doctors and mutant animals was a welcome change as she worked her way towards the lower levels of the house. Descending the long ladder into the deep underground basement, she couldn’t help but smirk as she wondered just how many times that older bald guy had looked back up the ladder and under her short, plaid skirt. She always had liked her cute little behind.
“Ooof!” she huffed, jumping down the last few feet from the end of the ladder to the floor below, giving a quick furtive glance down the long hallway. Thankfully, all the lights were still on down the long corridor, as her flashlight was also one of the many things she’d left inside her teddy-bear.
Each side of the long hallway was lined with doors leading to what looked like examination rooms and even small cells like some sort of mental hospital ward, but finally, towards the end of the hallway, she spotted a familiar light-blue sight propped up against the wall: her backpack.
“Gotcha!” she squealed, hopping up and grabbing the teddy bear backpack up off the ground, dusting it off before giving it a quick hug. Tugging the zipper down, JoBeth fished around inside for her camera. It appeared to be in full working order, and she couldn’t help but let a sigh of relief slip out. “Thank God… If this doesn’t get me a front page story in the school paper, I don’t know what will!”
A moment later, before she could put the camera back in her bag, a loud echo thundered down the hallway over the sounds of her music. Curious, JoBeth pressed towards the source of the noise to find a small ledge overlooking a large, cavernous basement warehouse.
Below her were what looked like about a dozen women dressed from head to toe in white surgical gowns, their faces each covered by doctor’s masks. “What the hell..?” JoBeth wondered aloud, slipping down behind a railing and hoping that the relative darkness of the balcony had hidden her entry into the room.
Pulling her camera back up to look through the viewfinder, the college freshman settled against the floor, watching what was going on below. The doctors all appeared to be securing and packing all sorts of the scientific equipment and research materials that she’d come across the night before, loading them all into the pile of boxes stacked in a far corner. A truck was pulled up to a door leading outside, where two men were loading the boxes steadily inside. While adjusting the zoom on the lens, JoBeth’s finger grazed the shutter button just hard enough and she took a picture as the flash sparked in the shadows of her high perch.
“Ahh!” she squeaked as her heart skipped a beat, hoping that the flash hadn’t given away her position, let alone her presence. The doctors below all seemed to be going about completing whatever tasks that they were up to, and after a few tense moments, JoBeth felt her heart finally slow back down to a normal pace. Being careful to deactivate the flash, she shifted again on the floor, propping herself up to snap the rest of the roll’s worth of pictures in a hope of documenting what had to be more of the illicit activities that were happening at this strange mansion.
The lights in the hallway behind her flickered off, then back on and off again as the film wound after the last shot, but JoBeth paid it little mind as she tucked the camera back inside her backpack. She carefully stood back up on the small platform; giving the odd scene one last curious look before she’d head back home and start writing what she knew would be the new huge story on her quiet Connecticut campus. “‘Strange Secret Organization Behind Massive Mansion Fire,’” she mused quietly to herself, already scheming up a headline as a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Photos on page A4.”
None of the doctors below seemed to notice that she was there, but that didn’t stop a small, nagging thought from sitting in the back of her mind telling her that there seemed to be a few less people down below than when she first got there. Shrugging the thought off, the pony-tailed brunette looped her arm through one of the bag’s straps as she tossed it over her shoulder, but before she could turn around, she felt the sting of a sharp prick in the side of her neck.
“Aaah!” JoBeth exclaimed, her hand shooting up to her neck to find nothing there. Her heart was racing again, and as she turned around, she saw one of the white-clad doctors disappearing quickly off of the small platform and back into the now-darkened hallway.
“Hey! Hey…” JoBeth shouted indignantly, taking a few quick steps after the masked woman with blonde hair into the hallway before she suddenly began to feel very woozy. “You…” she trailed off, her hand rising back up to her neck as she took another stumbling step forward, trying her best to prop herself up on her baseball bat.
“What’d you…?” JoBeth continued, trying to get the question out as her words began to slur. The one doctor held an empty syringe in her hand, and there was another white-clad doctor standing behind her, blocking the hallway and any remaining hope of escape.
‘What they hell did they shoot me with..?’ JoBeth thought to herself as she tried to take one last step before she collapsed in a heap to the floor.
*WARNINGS: This story IS FOR 18+ ONLY! If you don't like adult situations, don't read any further!! This story will eventually contain BONDAGE, a sexual situation, and will involve a suggestive bit of girl/girl fun...*
The punk rock music floated to her ears loudly from the MP3 player clipped to her belt as JoBeth Kelley slipped through the gate of the mansion that she’s nearly burned down the night before. The afternoon sun was setting quickly off in the west, casting wide shadows over the now empty yard as a cool breeze tickled her fishnet stocking-covered legs.
When she’d made it back home from the insane night before, the perky brunette didn’t have the time to change out of her outfit before realizing that in all of the madness of those insane scientists, the monsters, zombies and that weird bald guy with all the guns, her favorite teddy bear backpack had been lost in the fray. The backpack contained not only her best camera, but her notebooks, her school ID and any number of other things that brought her all the way back to stand outside the large, heavy wooden door that now stood slightly ajar and fully off one of its hinges.
“Hello?” she called out, not too loudly. Hitting the pause button on her MP3 player, she listened for any reply from what appeared to be an empty house. Met with complete silence, JoBeth took a few tentative steps inside the front hall, her trusted baseball bat firmly in hand.
After a few minutes and several more empty rooms, she turned her music back on and did her best to retrace her steps. The lack of zombie doctors and mutant animals was a welcome change as she worked her way towards the lower levels of the house. Descending the long ladder into the deep underground basement, she couldn’t help but smirk as she wondered just how many times that older bald guy had looked back up the ladder and under her short, plaid skirt. She always had liked her cute little behind.
“Ooof!” she huffed, jumping down the last few feet from the end of the ladder to the floor below, giving a quick furtive glance down the long hallway. Thankfully, all the lights were still on down the long corridor, as her flashlight was also one of the many things she’d left inside her teddy-bear.
Each side of the long hallway was lined with doors leading to what looked like examination rooms and even small cells like some sort of mental hospital ward, but finally, towards the end of the hallway, she spotted a familiar light-blue sight propped up against the wall: her backpack.
“Gotcha!” she squealed, hopping up and grabbing the teddy bear backpack up off the ground, dusting it off before giving it a quick hug. Tugging the zipper down, JoBeth fished around inside for her camera. It appeared to be in full working order, and she couldn’t help but let a sigh of relief slip out. “Thank God… If this doesn’t get me a front page story in the school paper, I don’t know what will!”
A moment later, before she could put the camera back in her bag, a loud echo thundered down the hallway over the sounds of her music. Curious, JoBeth pressed towards the source of the noise to find a small ledge overlooking a large, cavernous basement warehouse.
Below her were what looked like about a dozen women dressed from head to toe in white surgical gowns, their faces each covered by doctor’s masks. “What the hell..?” JoBeth wondered aloud, slipping down behind a railing and hoping that the relative darkness of the balcony had hidden her entry into the room.
Pulling her camera back up to look through the viewfinder, the college freshman settled against the floor, watching what was going on below. The doctors all appeared to be securing and packing all sorts of the scientific equipment and research materials that she’d come across the night before, loading them all into the pile of boxes stacked in a far corner. A truck was pulled up to a door leading outside, where two men were loading the boxes steadily inside. While adjusting the zoom on the lens, JoBeth’s finger grazed the shutter button just hard enough and she took a picture as the flash sparked in the shadows of her high perch.
“Ahh!” she squeaked as her heart skipped a beat, hoping that the flash hadn’t given away her position, let alone her presence. The doctors below all seemed to be going about completing whatever tasks that they were up to, and after a few tense moments, JoBeth felt her heart finally slow back down to a normal pace. Being careful to deactivate the flash, she shifted again on the floor, propping herself up to snap the rest of the roll’s worth of pictures in a hope of documenting what had to be more of the illicit activities that were happening at this strange mansion.
The lights in the hallway behind her flickered off, then back on and off again as the film wound after the last shot, but JoBeth paid it little mind as she tucked the camera back inside her backpack. She carefully stood back up on the small platform; giving the odd scene one last curious look before she’d head back home and start writing what she knew would be the new huge story on her quiet Connecticut campus. “‘Strange Secret Organization Behind Massive Mansion Fire,’” she mused quietly to herself, already scheming up a headline as a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Photos on page A4.”
None of the doctors below seemed to notice that she was there, but that didn’t stop a small, nagging thought from sitting in the back of her mind telling her that there seemed to be a few less people down below than when she first got there. Shrugging the thought off, the pony-tailed brunette looped her arm through one of the bag’s straps as she tossed it over her shoulder, but before she could turn around, she felt the sting of a sharp prick in the side of her neck.
“Aaah!” JoBeth exclaimed, her hand shooting up to her neck to find nothing there. Her heart was racing again, and as she turned around, she saw one of the white-clad doctors disappearing quickly off of the small platform and back into the now-darkened hallway.
“Hey! Hey…” JoBeth shouted indignantly, taking a few quick steps after the masked woman with blonde hair into the hallway before she suddenly began to feel very woozy. “You…” she trailed off, her hand rising back up to her neck as she took another stumbling step forward, trying her best to prop herself up on her baseball bat.
“What’d you…?” JoBeth continued, trying to get the question out as her words began to slur. The one doctor held an empty syringe in her hand, and there was another white-clad doctor standing behind her, blocking the hallway and any remaining hope of escape.
‘What they hell did they shoot me with..?’ JoBeth thought to herself as she tried to take one last step before she collapsed in a heap to the floor.