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High School CD Part 2
By Vicki Anne Stevens
I struggled mightily for awhile, hoping against hope that I
might find a way out of the ropes that held me, imprisoned
as a girl. But I had been tied very well, and the ropes
were not getting looser, if anything they held me tighter.
It had happened so quickly, and at first I was furious with
them, but with nothing to do but reflect on my situation, I
was soon back to the way i had been feeling only minutes
ago, when I was being kissed by my friend. I mean here I
was still dressed in his sister's clothes, tied up yes, but
it wasn't any worse than when we had been younger, playing
cowboys and Indians, when she had caught us and tied us
together. It must be a game I thought.
And as I adjusted to that thought, I decided to play along.
I began to fantasize that I was the daughter of a rich man,
kidnapped and tied for ransom. I looked down at my bound
legs, thrilling at the wonderful way the ropes cinched the
skirt tight against my nyloned thighs. I was still as hard
as I'd been. A delicious feeling of helplessness began to
wash over me. I slowly rubbed my legs against each other
feeling the tightness of the rope, listening to the
delicious rustle of nylon and fabric. I twisted my wrists
against the cords, and moaned, high pitched, like a woman.
At that moment, my captors returned. A smile playing at
Jennifer's mouth.
"I told you she'd like it. Once she got used to it. I have
feeling about these things."
Embarrassed by feminine moan, and ashamed at being caught,
I hung my head and tried to look away. I breathed through
my nose, as my captors gathered around me. And I was
embarrassed that they were right. I hoped it was not to
untie me that they'd returned. I swallowed silently, my
mouth dry from the gag, and tasted their mother. And again,
rather than feeling repulsed, I was thrilled. Their mother
was a beautiful woman, well built, always dressed as sexily
as possible, even in jeans and a t-shirt. Every boy in the
neighborhood had been hot for her since we'd reached
puberty.
I smiled a little inwardly, well, I'd just about reached
the Mother Lode. I had her panties in my mouth. If they
could only see me now.
Even that thought became grist for my mill, as I imagined
the boys in the neighborhood lined up to see me dressed and
tied up. Would they want to kiss me over my gag, touch my
body, caress my thighs? Oh my God, I thought. I'm gay. For
some reason the nylons, the makeup, the skirt, and wig had
all conspired to turn me into what we guys called a slut.
Being tied up, only intensified it for me. Later I realized
it was because I was so helpless, that I was free to
consider such things to excite me. I was helpless to
prevent such things anyway.
But, first things first. I was still the captive of my
friend Alex and his sister. I looked by them to see if
Victor was still there, but he had not returned to the room
in which I was held.
"Ready to ask your mom if you can stay over?" Jennifer
asked.
If they only knew. But I decided to play along, and resist.
She had said there would be consequences if I didn't. I
wanted to see what they were. I shook my head no, and
mlpphed angrily into the gag. I stared daggers into her
eyes.
"Well, I warned you."
She undid the scarf, which she wore at her neck, and
folding into lengthwise, put it over my eyes, drawing the
ends over my hair, and knotted it off at the back. I was
now blindfolded as well. I screamed into the gag. It
frightened me a little, I was truly helpless to prevent
what was going to happen to me, and now I wasn't going to
see it coming either. A felt something reaching down into
the blouse, and my bra, and realized that my falsies were
being taken out. Someone was undoing the buttons on the
blouse. My wrists bound behind, were useless to strike them
away. What was going on? Was it Jennifer? Or was it Alex.
Pulling the bra to the side, a sudden, indescribable
feeling over took me, starting with my right nipple and
rushing down into the very core of my being. Someone was
touching my "tits", gently rolling them about in their
fingers. I whimpered a little, involuntarily. Who was it?
This was torture? It had to be Jennifer, she caressed me
expertly, and as if she knew what she was doing. But what
if it wasn't, what if it was Alex, or Victor. And suddenly,
the boner that I had, became a presence, as it strained at
the panties, and hose.
I sucked on the panties in my mouth, wave after wave of
their mother's scent, and musk on my tongue. I threw my
head back, and with a guttural roar, begged them to release
me so I could jerk myself off. But my pleas were
indecipherable to my tormentor. And now, a second set of
hands was caressing my legs below my knees, touching the
smooth nylon, running up to the hem of the skirt, and back
down to the ropes encircling my ankles.
I was sensitive to anything now, and surely knew that if
this kept up I'd be responsible for a mess in Jennifer's
pretty panties. And that's what i wanted to do. I wanted
Alex to be kissing me when it happened, and I thrust my
blindfolded head and gagged mouth out, hoping to
communicate that I wanted to be kissed. But only the sticky
strip of duct tape responded. A kiss all it's own, but not
what I wanted. And then, as slowly as it started, it
suddenly stopped. Whoever had been "torturing" me quit. And
that was more torture than I could handle. They had heard
my moans, and now I imagined them looking at me, I was
anxious to have them touch me again. I moaned into the gag,
pleading that they continue, to allow me to shoot in her
panties. I tried by rubbing my legs vigorously together,
but all I got from my efforts was a small laugh. It was
Jennifer.
"If you want more of that, you'll call home."
I was beaten, I knew that they had me. I wanted to stay as
a tied up girl, and have them torture me like this. My
awakening had been unexpected, but at this moment all I
wanted was to be dressed and treated like a woman. I nodded
my head silently, and humiliated by my own wantonness, hung
my head in shame. I barely felt the ropes being undone from
my knees and ankles, and the ropes around my body and chair
being lifted. My wrists remained bound behind me, and the
gag and blindfold stayed in place. I was helped up,
unsteadily to my feet. I was held up on both sides, and
guided out the door and up the stairs to call home, and
ask, beg even, to be allowed to spend the night at my
friend's house.
My mother had readily agreed to the night away. I had never
been more pleading in my life. I wondered if she could tell
from my voice if something was different. But she had
simply said yes, and told me to have a good time. I was
given some water, and then they sat me down, I assumed in
the kitchen, as that is where the phone was kept. I shifted
uneasily, feeling that they were watching me intently. I
had not said anything since they'd taken the tape off, and
pulled the sodden panties out of my mouth. I had felt the
thin strain of drool as the wad was pulled away, and then
one of them had used a towel to wipe my chin. The phone had
been held to my ear, and I kept thinking how much this was
like a real kidnapping. In a sense it had been, I had been
forcibly kept, tied up, and gagged, and tormented. But it
was by friend and his sister and her boyfriend. Did it
count? And something else had happened. It felt good to be
that way. Or did it. I sat silently, confused when I was
asked.
"Do you want us to keep you tied up?"
This was Alex, it sounded to me like he wanted it to be
yes. I wondered at that, what was the reason for him. And
Jennifer too. She had to have been the one playing with my
tits. What kind of sick game was this? And what did it say
about me. It was going to be hard to admit that I did like
this, but something said that I should stop it now. Because
it wasn't right. It was humiliating to me to admit that I
liked being dressed up, that is why I hid it for so long,
this was an accident. And now, it seemed I liked to be tied
up and fondled as well. I stammered and couldn't answer.
After many minutes of humiliating silence, as I knew they
were staring at me, probably laughing at my sick little
desires, Jennifer said. "Well, it doesn't really matter
what you want. We can keep you tied as long as we want."
It was true.
"Or not. But you really don't have much choice right now."
Clearly Jennifer was in firm control of this situation, I
knew that Alex wasn't likely to challenge his big sister,
but what of Victor. He seemed to be as much under her
control as i was, only without the ropes. And had he been
one of those touching me? I felt the now familiar feeling
again, my nipples tingling a little. Would he kiss me too?
I heard the familiar sound of tape being torn off a roll,
and knew I was going to be regagged. That meant I was going
to be kept tied up too. Apparently there were going to be
more consequences. A dry wad of cloth was pushed into my
mouth, whose panties were these I wondered. There was no
taste, they must have been clean, but I knew they had to be
Jennifer's. The strips were once again pressed to my lips,
it had to be Alex, gagging his captive girlfriend. But how
was I to know. I passively accepted my fate, and was stood
up again and guided somewhere else. Up another flight, and
I knew I was being taken to the bedrooms. I walked
unsteadily in my heels, and felt the skirt brushing at my
legs. Wrists tied, gagged into silence and blindfolded. I
was taken into a room, and the blindfold was removed. I saw
that both Alex and Victor had been my escorts and Jennifer
stood before me, hands on hips, scarf back in her hands.
I was now back in her room. I was led to her bed, and sat
down. My ankles and thighs were quickly retied by Alex. I
shivered with delight at being tied by my friend, and then
the pang of fear returned. What was happening to me?
I was shoved into a lying down position and Victor picked
my legs up and laid them on the bed. I lay on Jennifer's
pink quilt, and nestled into her pillows.
"Can you leave us girls alone for awhile?"
I gurgled into the gag, alone tied up and dressed with her?
Once again I was swept by a wave of excitement. Victor and
Alex left us. Suddenly I was afraid.
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