...get someone else to do it.

A long time ago, Maypop went to explore some ancient tombs. Things were going well, until she activated a trap and was forced to suffer through a handful of hours of torment (you can relive this old piece here [nudity warning]): https://sta.sh/01ymgiv7fkvy

Once she got free, embarrassed - even though no-one saw it - and frustrated, she went back to attempt to translate the ancient text. Turns out, a sacrifice is required for the door to the treasure to open. It was time to find that diamond in the rough...or at least something close enough.

We find Rooca, wandering the streets late at night with a rather disgruntled temperament on her face. Given her attire and stature, she decided to take a gamble with her, and offer her a large quantity of booze and a golden lighter for her assistance with something outside the city.

Rooca was mostly weary. It's a tad strange for some random rich bitch to appear out of the blue at night and offer free booze for some help. But she agreed as she was looking for something to swallow, staying on a constant edge should Maypop and her goon attempt something.

Maypop's request was simple. She asked Rooca to simply sit on this stone slab, stating that her weight will help keep the door open. Rooca had to question why she didn't just use one of her goons, but thankfully her goons were too big to fit into the room, so it was easy enough to write off. She then had to question why Maypop couldn't just use any of the rubble in the room to put pressure on it.

Maypop, now sick of Rooca asking questions, raised her voice to demand she sits on the slab. Rooca, knowing that she had no goons to protect her, became much more threatening and what little trust she had in Maypop was long gone. She approached her, her wide smile somehow getting even wider, demanding the booze, and the lighter.

Maypop in a panic, ran off to the other side of the slab, with Rooca not too far behind. The two of them began to run back and forth in circles around the slab, almost like a comedy routine. Eventually, Rooca climbed over the slab to pounce on her and pin her down to the ground. Maypop screamed for her goons, but there was no way they'd hear her this far down. Rooca seemed to have the advantage and raised her fist, demanding that Maypop tell her why she brought her down.

There was this echoing silence in the room, time seemed to move slowly as the two stared at each other. Until suddenly, some form of ancient material began to wrap itself around Rooca's raised fist. Another followed, quickly grabbing her other wrist. Rooca tried with all her strength to pull against it, but it had no effect.
Much like what happened with Maypop, more wrappings shot out from the slab, grabbing different parts of Rooca's body and pulling her onto the slab, that was starting to raise out the ground. Rooca screamed in anger at Maypop, demanding that she let her go or she'd kill her. But Maypop simply stood up, brushed herself off, and gave Rooca the most sadistic smile.

Before long, Rooca was on the slab, her back pressed against another slab that raised up to put her in a sitting position. As they began wrapping, thin hooks began to shoot out from the slabs, like tendrils, hooking onto her clothing and tearing them off, to allow the wrappings to keep her snug and tight. While Rooca was becoming somewhat more scared as she truly couldn't break free, she kept her aggressive demeanor, and yelled at Maypop one more time to let her free, only this time bargaining that she wouldn't kill her instead. Before long, a large and thankfully clean piece of cloth was inserted into Rooca's mouth, with additionally wrapping appearing to prevent the cloth from falling out. To finalize the set piece, bronze devices started to pop out from the slab, most of them along the sides, but one set in particular began to clamp themselves to her ankles, then expand to cover the tops of her feet. Once it was set, a metal brace shot out to hold her toes back, and then pull her feet back and straight up, now unable to really move them at all. The remaining bronze devices shot out long belts, which stretched over several sections of her body and held her down, with one final stone slab raising from her ankles to hold her feet up slightly higher. She was now nearly immobile, and now at the mercy of Maypop.

Maypop couldn't help but laugh at Rooca's state, her visible fury and muffled screams only satisfying her more. With a single finger, Maypop lightly stroked her exposed and vulnerable soles, causing Rooca to struggle, growl, and every so often, squeak with a high pitched noise.

"If you think this is bad, just you wait."
The sealed door began to open slowly, it's light shining into the room. At the same time, a new set of devices began to emerge from further down the slab. At the end of each device was either a feather, or a hand. They dangled in-front of Rooca's view, which made her scream in frustration, with a slight hint of a whimper at the end.
"You could've made this easier. Now, I'm going to have to leave you here. Don't worry, I'm sure someone will find you soon enough."
With her final words, the feathers and hand mercilessly begin their work on Rooca's soles. Maypop could see that the door was very slowly opening, so she decided to simply stand and watch Rooca struggle and screech into her gag. One extra prize before the main event...

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God I don't half write a load of bollocks.

Anyway, here is  idiotxd's character Rooca getting herself into a bit of a tight pickle! Also, if you want Maypop in a similar situation but didn't want to read the story, scroll back up and look at the 2nd paragraph.

Enjoy!

Rooca belongs to  idiotxd
Maypop belongs to me.