hours before her friend would be over.
"Want
me to bring anything?"
"No, that won't be necessary," Gwendie replied
trying to ignore that ever repeating tune in the
background
of her friends phone: Dah dah-dah-dah dum, dee
dee-dee-dee doh, Doh Doh Doh Doh
"OK, see you then, and donīt do anything that I
wouldnīt do."
"No problem, see you."
Gwendie looked around her house one last time. Everything
was set. Doors locked, windows closed and the blinds
closed in her bedroom. Trotting merrily in her six inch
heels she didn't care that her dark red silk robe slid
open, revealing her slender legs. She smiled to herself.
In a moment she had opened a closet door and with dear
labour succeeded to pull an obviously heavy suitcase out
and into the middle of her bedroom floor. Loosing no time
she went to her drawer where she after a few moments of
searching found a small suitcase kind of looking key from
under her silk stockings in the top drawer. Holding the
key in front of her as was it a valuable prize, she made
haste to return to the suitcase that rested heavily and
unyielding on the floor. She was just about to put the
key into one of the chrome shining locks as it knocked on
her front door.
For a second she hesitated, but then she returned her
attention to her case. Another knock, more intense, more
demanding, almost intolerant. Looking at the case, the
watch, the hallway and the case again, she couldn't
ignore the growing demand of the knocking. Reluctantly
she went into the hallway and moved to her front door,
still holding her key. With a final sigh, she opened and
stared in utter dismay.
"Hello", snared an angry young man she knew
onlu too well...
"Oh.. ehr hi", said Gwendie not even trying to
conceal her dislike of the little brat, also known as Sir
d'Arcy jr.
"Don't flatter yourself." He spitted out,
"I'm only here because mom and dad forced me. I'm
sick and tired of that blasted French homework, and now
you have to help me". Gwendie thought desperately
searching for an excuse, but found none in the short time
she had before the evil little bastard forced his way
into her kitchen. Rats. She had to remember to quit her
teachers job first thing Monday morning.
Just as she was pulling a chair out to sit down with the
large table between her and the evil grinning excuse for
a child, there was another knock at the door. This time
Gwendie didn't loose a second. Trying only that hard to
hide her relief over the disturbance she got to her feet
and let them 6 inch heels fly her out of the kitchen,
ignoring the curses from her young apprentice. She once
again checked that her robe was closed, tightened the
sash and combed her curly hair with her slender fingers.
Smiling she opened the door. Before she knew it this huge
stranger threw himself over her. His well over 6 foot
five body rammed her promptly causing her to stagger in
her heels. His strong hands lifted her from her feet,
turned her around and threw her belly down onto the
floor. The instant she landed so did he, straddling her
buttocks, forcing her slender arms together behind her
back. With one powerful tug he ripped the sash away from
her waist and used the strong silk to tie her wrists
tightly together. From god knows where, he produced a
rope that he used to tie her ankles together, shortly to
be followed by her knees. Before she had even realised
what was happening, she found herself lying in a very
well tied hogtie on her hallway floor. Then it hit her,
she was being attacked!
"HELP", she howled but her only reward was a
huge strong hand covering her mouth. Still holding her
mouth shut he used his free hand to turn her on her side.
Quickly he opened her robe, but looked very disappointed
as he sneered:
"Gee, no panties, no nothing! What is this? Does a
burglar even have to provide the gag now a days?"
Still muttering he put his hand in one of the back
pockets of his tight fitting blue jeans. Sighing heavily
he pulled out a pair of white silk panties with lace
trim.
"These were for my gal", he accused Gwendie as
he balled them up and forced them into her mouth, paying
no attention whatsoever to her brave attempts to resist.
She wasn't the least surprised as he pulled a silk
stocking from his pocket and tied it between her teeth,
keeping the panties safely inside. With that he left her
and went to loot her house as she furiously tried to free
herself. Trying to roll and twist she could achieve
nothing but a genuine conclusion that she wasn't going
anywhere. She was stuck and could do nothing about it.
The knots where cleverly placed and tightly done, the guy
knew his job. Before long she heard him return to the
hallway, carrying a sack that sounded from the clanks and
razzles made by her silver goods and jewellery. She
realised that her struggle had made the robe slide away
from her body, only covering her arms and shoulders. Thus
she found herself laying almost naked, wearing nothing
but her high heels and some rope, at his feet as he
stopped and looked down on her. She felt a hot sensation
as she became aware of her situation and was already
fantasising about how he would ravage her as he spoke:
"Hey, you owe me a pair of panties and a
stocking." With that he stepped over her naked body
and left her on the floor, closing the front door after
him. For a moment she couldn't believe it was true. Guys
usually killed for a glimpse of her long legs, and here
this dude treated her like air. What had gone into
burglars now a days? He took all of her jewellery and
didn't even thank her for it! Suddenly it hit her! No!
Where was that cursed jr? She was just starting to hope
he had leapt to hell when the burglar came, when she
heard him laugh in the other end of the hallway.
"Well, well, well, what have we here!" He
chuckled, sending icebergs down the veins of the poor
Gwendie.
"I think it's time to discuss my grades... and the
detentions." He walked slowly around her, looking
eagerly at her with a grin that made her heart sink to
the bottom.
"This calls for some planning", he said
laughing nasty at her pleading looks. He got a chair from
the kitchen and sat down placing his feet on her back. He
spent what seemed like an eternity that way before he
finally got up.
"Now I know", he said. "Now I know exactly
how I will reward you for the many times You have
punished me in class." With that he went around the
house and came back with more rope than she knew she had
available. First he took her long curly hair and tied it
into a pony tail. He fastened a rope very thoroughly to
her blond curls and then untied the rope keeping her
ankles connected to her wrists. Pulling unmercically at
her hair he helped her to get onto her feet. He then made
her hop desperately to the coat hanger just inside the
door. Swiftly he led the rope over the bar and fastened
it out of reach for her. He then took one of his ropes
and tied it several rounds around her slender waist
cinching it tighter and tighter forming her into an
hourglass. When he was done she felt as if she was
wearing a corset. He stood awhile looking at her
nakedness, more because he knew it disturbed her, than
because he knew how to appreciate it. Then he went on
carrying out his evil plan. Laughing at her silent pleas
he treaded a rope under her waist rope in front, led it
between her long slender legs, up between her cinched
wrists and then down to her ankles. From behind he lead
it under her ankle cinch forward, where he tied a
slipknot at the end. Taking the other end of the rope,
the end now hanging from the front of her waist rope he
treaded it trough the slipknot and started to pull
slightly. Gwendie immediately realised what was about to
happen, but she tried to control her fears and not give
anything away in case the little brat didn't understand
the greatness of his achievement. But he knew what he was
doing... Smiling wickedly he untied the rope keeping her
hair stretched and gave it a three foot slack. Then he
pulled on the rope trough the slipknot, defeating her
struggles, forcing her to bend her knees until she was
sitting in a squatting position. Her hair kept her up,
and the rope between her legs, connecting her wrists and
ankles kept her down. She wasn't sitting, and she wasn't
standing. It was sheer hell. She yelled into her gag,
only causing her captor to laugh even worse.
"Comfy
my dear miss teacher?" He laughed at the fire in her
desperate eyes and the muffled cries form her gag.
"But I'm not finished yet", he said and started
to sort out two thin strings from his heap. He tied a
slip knot on an end of each of the strings, and then to
her dismay placed an eyelet around each of her erected
nipples. Pulling them tightly he made sure they weren't
coming off, and tied an extra knot to make them stay that
way. Next he threaded the strings under her knee tie,
pulling it tight, forcing her to raise her knees to avoid
the worst pain in her nipples. Almost immediately she
realised her mistake as he used her
move to tighten the strings an extra few inches. Now she
was really stuck. Her leg muscles were tensed, her sex
was under heavy pressure and her nipples were tormented
by her own struggle to keep her knees up. And to this the
tension on her pony tail, pulling as soon as she leaned
the slightest in any direction or if she tried to sit
down to get some relief down under. The damned kid really
had her.
"Well I guess that does it", he cheered as he
sat down on the chair, admiring his clever handiwork.
"Boy, do you look uncomfortable", he laughed as
she tried to find a bearable position.
"No, got to go, I'll tell my dad 'bout this, so we
can both have a good laugh. Guess you'll love to meet him
next parents day in school. I bet he'd like to be here
right now... But he isn't so you'll just have to take it
from here on your own. Bye."
Gwendie looked at the door closing behind him, uncertain
as to whether she was glad he left or desperate to be
left alone under the prevailing circumstances. She really
wished she could see a clock and figure out how much
longer she had to keep up before her friend arrived. But
no. No clock in the hallway, and she wasn't going to look
any other place. As time slowly dragged on she began to
feel a tremendous heat build up inside her. The evil
crafted torture devices were sending powerful signals
through some very sensitive parts of hers. The borders
between agony and stimulation was blurring and her
awareness drifting. A sudden knock on her front door made
her jump in surprise, sending shocks through her
tormented body. For a moment she was afraid that d'Arcy
jr was returning with his wicked father, but then the
sound of a key being turned in the lock assured her if
was her good friend Baby Doll entering the scene.
"Wow
Gwendie this time you really did it!" Baby Doll
stated as she wide eyed moved into the hallway,stopping
in front of her friend.
"How on earth did you do your hands like that?
Didn't you plan for any escape? No ice cube trick, no
knife no nothing? Gee you're really making progress in
this selfbondage game, aren't you?" Gwendie tried to
say something through her gag, but Baby Doll was too
excited to bother.
"Wait, I'll get your camera so I can make some
documentation on this one. I don't think I could ever put
myself into anything like this... You're a genius."
Baby Doll Started to fire the camera, making sure to
catch all angles of Gwendies position. Gwendie tried to
catch her friends attention, but had to give up and
concentrate on keeping her balance on her 6 inch heels.
"Wow, what can I say?" Baby Doll went on,
"I wonder how much the SSK-team would charge to mess
me up like this..." Suddenly the door swung open and
a bunch of smiling faces appeared.
Only a few minutes later Baby Doll was hanging beside
Gwendie in exactly the same predicament. Gwendie smiled
at her, feeling very grateful that one of the SSK-team
members had put a sharp knife in her hand... She began
her fight for freedom as the roar of a disappearing van
was drenched by the theme left on her CD-player
Dah dah-dah-dah dum, dee dee-dee-dee doh, Doh Doh Doh Doh