Thread: Country Family Adventures (Ruphhausin & Juicy Fresh)

Ruphhausin said I looked at you, not amused at your behavior. I stared at you for several long minutes, the same stare I had used before on knife and guy-wielding strung out junkies. You did not intimidate me, and you may have scared one of the other kids, but you had a surprise waiting for you. I suddenly moved, getting you onto the ground with one fluid motion, judo tripping you and then zip-tying your wrists behind your back. I then lifted after grabbing you, and started up the stairs after slinging you over my shoulder. I had you gripped well, knowing that the way I had you prevented you from doing anything. I didn't take you to your room, rather I turned to the room that was parallel of it, and plopped you on the bed. As I spoke, I made it very clear to you precisely what your situation was, and my voice was very firm as I said every word. You think your acting out crap scares anyone, you have got another thing coming. I have crippled toked up junkies with more than you have. You think running someone over with a car, ripping jewelry out of ears, and acting like the pathetic snorting and guzzling shrew the state you used to live in now knows you are makes you look bad? If you said anything, I heard not a word. I had your legs pinned the entire time I was talking, and I then took a belt to your ass. I did so with one arm pinning the small of your back, and one leg pinning both of yours down. I got you on each side of your ass for every year of your age, and then I pushed off the bed, glaring at you as I then duct taped your mouth. I looked at you, making it very clear how little control you really had. Your father and I went through this, along with your mother, when we were teens. We thought we were bad and ruled the world, well that almost got the three of us in hell. Now, you think this is bad, but I have the authority to keep you hear till you proven responsible. That is not going to happen until you get it through your head you are not in control of anything. If I am not pissed off later, I will come get you for dinner. I slam the door, the other six gathering into the living room. There is an intercom on throughout the house, and I detail to them everything that really happened that got you here. Minus that you are my niece, I tell them everything. Click to expand... I struggled as you picked me up from the ground. I kicked and screamed, Let go of me! I squirmed, but I had little room to move under your strong grip. I felt your arms pinning mine to my back and the zip tie against my tanned skin. I pulled my arms violently and moved my arms up and down and twisted my wrist as you tied the zip. It was digging into my skin. When we entered the bedroom and you pinned me forward against the bed, I thought you were going to rape me. Get off me!!! I screeched angrily, kicking your shin in revolt. But I was pinned, and couldn't move any further. My face was pressed into the covers of the bed and I could barely see what was going on, but I felt it. I yelped when you whipped me with your belt across both cheeks. Luckily I was wearing jeans, so I couldn't feel it as bad as if I had been bear-assed. But it still stung. When you let go and spoke to me, I just glared. As you were walking away, I slammed my foot into the back of your thigh. Son of a bitch. I muffled through the duct tape, but the door just slammed on my face. I sat up on the bed and looked around. My hands were tied behind my back, but I couldn't help but smile. Did he think I was an idiot? I was a troublemaker. I wasn't sure how much you knew about my legal past, but it wasn't good. I rolled my back onto the bed and lifted my legs up into the air. I stretched out my shoulders slowly, but surely, was able to slid my arms under my ass. I bent my legs and passed my tied arms over my legs. Rolling my shoulders, success. It took me roughly about 2 minutes to move my hands from behind to front. I rolled back off the bed, landing smoothly on the floor with a light bump. I got back up onto my feet and brought my hands to my mouth, ripping off the duct tape. I moved my jaw around and made a bitter face to the taste of the tape. Disgusting... I whispered to myself. I had been zip-tied before. I knew all the little tricks. When I was moving my arms around while you were tying, it was an illusion to make it look like it was tied on tightly. Instead of the face of the wrist on the top of the opposite wrist, my wrists were horizontal bone against bone. This allowed me to move my wrist to the side with a little struggle, and eventually worm my thumb out of the tie. Once my thumb was out, the tie fell off like a loose bracelet. I gave a satisfied smile and looked around. The door was locked, but I had the zip tie. I snatched a lighter out of my bra and used the flame to burn the closed zip-tie in half. Now that it was undone, I used it to break out of the room. Sliding the tip of the undone zip-tie through the door and behind the latch bolt of the lock. Since this was just an ordinary room door, and now a front door with a lock bolt, I was able to pull the zip tie while pulling on the door and unlocking it without a sound. The door slide open and I peeked outside. No one was upstairs. I could hear talking downstairs. I stuffed the zip tie and lighter in my pocket. I left my high heels on the bed, knowing they would be too loud. I slowly walked out of the room and roamed a random empty bedroom that hosted a balcony. I smiled, Perfect. I whispered. I unlocked the door to the balcony and stepped on. I looked around, but waited a while to enjoy the view. It really was beautiful around here. Snapping back into action, I climbed over the balcony and held my self on the other side. It wasn't too far from the ground, but if I jumped and landed properly, I could make this work. I leaped off and landing with a bend, rolling on the ground. I got up quickly and brushed myself off. I wanted to make a grand entrance, so I crawled over to the front of the house. Some of my boxes were still left in the driveway. I scuffled through some of my stuff and found a classic air horn. An evil smile crept my lips. I got back up and walked up to the door. I rang the doorbell and waiting for someone to answer the door. As soon as the door opened, I rang the horn, which was loud enough to blow someone's ear drums. HEY! WASSUP, BROTHA? I smiled, my little know-it-all smile full of pride that I had escaped.