Sci-Fi RP Trussed Up on Arkham Colony (RPM and carlystar)

[RPM]

Morty Smithers, 18, blinked his eyes as the black memory foam sleeping mask was whisked away from his eyes and the door closed behind him. He heard the foot tapping of one of his captors, this one the three eyed Chodari alien, M'k'blob. He knew that captor was one of the more impatient one so he wouldn't have that much time to put his plan into action.

First thing's first he accomplished handling the call of nature. He walked towards the toilet, the chain on the old but effective 19th century handcuffs holding his hands in front of them jingling as he walked to handle his business.

Morty grimaced. 'And the award for being able to use the restroom while handcuffed goes to Morty Smithers...'

"Mnnfff..." He muttered through the gag. He tried not to think about the aftereffects of his last meal still being in the toilet bowl. He reached down and wiggled his boxers and jeans back up with an awkward shuffling shimmy. 'Can't flush yet, gotta get that message out.'

"Mmmph." He muttered again as that small golf course pencil he'd found on his last bathroom break poked him in the thigh.

He shifted his cuffed hands to his right hip pocket and managed to get it out. That and a sales receipt for a local drugstore were going to be how he got a message out. With great difficulty the whelp managed to write a single message on the piece of paper:

HELP! Held Hostage!

The whelp folded the thing into a small paper airplane and he closed the lid of the toilet, before standing on top of the toilet tank. He'd managed to realize that the small window, while too small to crawl out of, was small enough that he could fling something out of it. He tried to turn the little crank to open the small window a couple bathroom breaks ago and found that it opened. Now this was the time.

He managed to quietly open the window and tossed the small paper airplane out of it, before he stuffed the pencil back into his pocket, lifted the toilet lid and flushed the toilet. Then he walked over to the sink.

The whelp then stood at the sink turning the water on and washing his hands. He soaped them up and rinsed them. All the while he stood in front of the mirror, noticing the tightly stretched white cloth over his mouth, his hands cuffed in front, his yellow t-shirt and blue jeans. He dried his hands with a hanging towel and reluctantly headed for the door.

The door opened and the Chodari alien slipped the blindfold back over his eyes. He was led out of the bathroom and down the hallway, he heard the creak of one loose floorboard beneath his right foot.

'I hope someone gets that message...that isn't one of these captors...' Morty thought to himself.

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Meanwhile the small paper airplane made out of a sales receipt from a local convenience store soared out of the small bathroom window of the brownstone townhouse on 31st Street, not too far from the Boardwalk District of Solar City, towards a jogger...

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[carlystar]

Ivory Rose Mackenzie wasn't what the typical denizen most people expected when they thought about Arkham Colony. She wasn't a tourist, and she wasn't resigned to a life of corpulence and constant relaxation. She was a professor at Miskatonic University, which was demanding enough already, but in addition to her teaching career, she also jogged and frequented the gym to stay in shape. Did that mean she had to wake up before dawn to make sure she had plenty of time to get ready for a busy day? Yes. Did it also mean she stayed healthy and in shape? Also yes - and that alone made her morning workouts worth it. Of course her killer body was a nice bonus.

Ivory had just finished her coffee and was slipping into her clothes as the sun rose high enough to send beams down through her window slats. She quietly stripped out of her white silk nightgown and began pulling on her workout clothes. A black lace thong, to avoid panty lines, blue 3/4 length yoga pants, and a black racerback sports bra that zipped in front. The zipper was a helpful function for squeezing her ample chest into the constricting garment. She just had to make sure she found one that wouldn't snap... again.

After pulling on socks and tying up her running shoes, Ivory left her home in Solar City, locked the door behind her, and followed the shadows of her neighbor's buildings away from the rising sun on her jog.

It wasn't long into her jog that something caught her eye. A fluttering of something in the wind. Litter in the streets was somewhat common in Arkham thanks to the tourists, but this wasn't the normal fare. It looked different. For one, it was folded - and who ever heard of someone folding their litter? And second, it seemed somehow deliberate, as if it were thrown with care rather than just tossed carelessly out a hovercar window. The paper skidded to a gentle stop in front of her and she bent to pick it up. The paper was thin and dirty. Perhaps it was garbage after all. She began walking towards the nearest garbage can when a little smear of black caught her eye. Writing!

Ivory unfolded the plane and quickly read the scrawl hidden within. Her eyes widened upon finding the cry for help. She considered calling the police, but would they even believe her? They might dismiss it as a child's prank. Even if she could convince them it might be real, how long would that take, and how much longer still would it take for them to make their way over and half-ass a search for the captive? No she had to act now.

Ivory quickly scanned the nearby houses and made her best estimate of which was the most likely source of the errant plane. Luckily she'd caught the tail end of its flight, so she was pretty sure she had the right one. She carefully walked to the ground-level window and tried to peer in - with no luck. The blinds were thick and drawn to the floor. Same with the windows on either side of the stairs. That just left the door. She pressed her forehead to the window and peered inside.

Then she knocked. "Hello? Is anyone home? I'm with Miskatonic... we're um... conducting a survey... Would you mind answering a few questions?"

It was a flimsy excuse, especially at this hour, but she had to get in somehow without revealing that she knew someone was being held captive within. If she could at least bring back proof that shady things were going on there, she could bring the police out in force and save the captive. Or better yet, save them herself without even needing outside help!

 

[RPM]

M'k'blob led the handcuffed, gagged, and blindfolded Morty out of the bathroom and down the hallway. After a bit of a walk there was an abrupt left turn as the whelp was led down the hallway and towards the same upstairs room where he'd been kept, bound and gagged for two, or was it three days? In any case, Morty counted his time by meals and bathroom breaks, which was nine, counting this last one.

He was led into the upstairs room and then walked to a wooden chair in the middle of the room. The handcuffs were removed and the whelp's hands were arranged palm to palm behind his back before a length of thin, yet strong cord was wrapped thrice horizontally and as many times vertically between them. The rope was knotted out of the reach of questing fingers. He was led to the wooden chair and made to sit down. A length of rope was wrapped thrice around his waist to pin his lower back to the chair. Another coil of rope was wrapped thrice around his arms and chest to pin his upper back against the heavy duty hardwood chair.

Then his ankles were tied individually to the rear chair legs. The blindfold was whisked away and Morty, once more, beheld the room.

It's two windows had the blinds drawn and shut, the curtains closed and black sheets taped over them from the inside. There was a leather sofa and a recliner and a coffee table. The coffee table was piled high with coils of rope, lengths of cloth, heavy duty tape and similar items. It was enough to keep Morty trussed up and gagged several times over. There was a clatter as the handcuffs were placed onto the coffee table.

Just then there was a ping as M'k'blob's phone went off with a text message:

Hey, we've got someone snooping around. Looks like Boy Wonder managed to get some kind of a message out...

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Ivory didn't know it, but she was being watched. From a nearby a Kowalkan Batmonkey hung in the shadows around the eaves of one of the brownstones. He watched as a small paper airplane flew out of the bathroom window and landed near a tall redheaded human female in a black racerback sports bra and blue 3/4 length yoga pants. The woman picked up the piece of paper and seemed to be reading its content.

From his hiding spot he took a picture of the gorgeous redhead with the ponytail and texted it to an associate of his.

Boy Wonder sent message out. And some redhead with big knockers got it...

He kept an eye on Ivory's progress.

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The stocky human male in the latex wild boar Halloween mask looked at the message Salacious, the Kowalkian Bat Monkey, had sent him and grinned toothily. He sent a message to M'k'blob to get ready. And he heard the Chodari's footsteps coming down the stairs just as Ivory knocked on the door.

"Hello? Is anyone home? I'm with Miskatonic... we're um... conducting a survey... Would you mind answering a few questions?"

The stocky man got ready as well, hiding in the foyer area, out of sight of Ivory as M'k'blob opened the door.

The purple three eyed alien opened the door and looked over at Ivory and said, "Yes, how can we help you?"

As the three eyed alien opened the door his three eyes looked Ivory up and down and down and up. Yes, he definitely shared his associates assessment that the tall redhead was quite a hot number. Looks like Boy Wonder was getting some company in his upstairs room...soon.

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[carlystar]

Ivory took an instinctive step back as the door opened before her. She blinked a few times as her eyes tried to adjust from the bright light of outside to the much dimmer light from inside. An alien was in the open doorway - a purple Chodari - but she couldn't see much beyond him yet.

"Ah, um, yes... Hello! I'm Professor Mackenzie from Miskatonic University." She didn't think it was dangerous to use her real name. If anything it would add to her credibility if they happened to know who she was already. "Like I said, I'm conducting a survey about... beaches. Do you have a minute to answer some question?"

She tried peering past the purple alien without seeming too conspicuous. It didn't help that Chodari were rather wide creatures. Still, she managed to make out some of the hall and foyer behind the creature. Nothing seemed out of place. It certainly didn't look like somewhere you would keep a hostage, but she knew from experience that looks can be deceiving. She'd once spent 4 days bound and gagged in the penthouse suite on a galactic cruise-liner while investigating a mogul for corruption. That had been one hell of a sabbatical. She had to see more of the building if she were to have any chance of finding out whether someone really was being held there or not.

Ivory smiled at the Chodari and asked, "Would it be okay if I came in? It's a pretty long survey."

 

[RPM]

M'k'blob noticed the human female step back and blink a few times as she looked into the inside of the foyer. And then she introduced herself:

"Ah, um, yes... Hello! I'm Professor Mackenzie from Miskatonic University."

Well of course her soon-to-be captors knew who she was. She was fairly well known among associates of MAD, like the individuals holding Morty hostage at the moment. But of course, feigning like they didn't know her was the best course of action.

"Good to meet you, Professor Mackenzie." M'k'blob said, again looking her up and down and down and up as he stood before her.

"Like I said, I'm conducting a survey about... beaches. Do you have a minute to answer some question?"

"How can I help?" M'k'blob asked as he noticed her trying to peer past him. He grinned, still looking friendly, but it was more of a leering grin. After all that black sports bra and those yoga pants did leave not a heck of a lot to the imagination but she was definitely hot...

"Would it be okay if I came in? It's a pretty long survey."

The Chodari grinned. This was just too easy. He stepped back and his eyes moved to his left, signaling the man in the Boar mask to get ready.

"Come right in..." M'k'blob said, stepping back into the foyer, "Let's head for the living room."

He indicated the downstairs living room which was behind him and he closed the door. As they walked inside the man in the Boar mask sneaked out of hiding as Ivory looked around the townhouse, passing the staircase before they got to the living room. It was around then that the Boar came around from behind and clamped a meaty hand over Ivory's mouth. Then he snaked a strong arm around Ivory's arms, just below her breasts.

"Don't make a sound, understand? Nod if you understand..."

M'k'blob spun around at the same town and aimed a small laser pistol at her. "You don't want none of the stun setting of this laser..."

The Boar said, "When I let go of you you're gonna do the following...you're gonna lay down on that floor and put your hands behind your back."

M'k'blob said, "On three....One..."

The Boar held Ivory against him, the bulge in his jeans against the firmness of Ivory's bottom, sheathed in those blue 3/4 length yoga pants.

"Two..."

M'k'blob's eyes looked the handgagged woman up and down.

"Three..."

The Boar let go of Ivory and took a pace back, prepared to act if anything came up...

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