Captivepenny edited: Detective Hammond Strikes out


‘Twas a dark and stormy night….. Actually it was a warm and sunny pre-fall afternoon, but who wants to read that as the first line in a story ?

‘Twas a dark and stormy night and Doctor Charlotte Webb, villainess extraordinaire, cackled with particularly fiendish glee as her henchlings secured two struggling captives inside the closet of a huge abandoned mansion. The girls were young, pretty and defiant even as they stood there in their slips and pantyhose, hands bound with rope.

The mad doctor exhorted his goons to tie them tighter, to that end they tied the girls’ hands over the closet bar then tied their knees and ankles together. They bound the hostages together at the waist so they stood back to back unable to help each other.

“There you are me proud beauties,” the Doctor purred venomously,” that should hold you until your fathers pay the ransom I’ve demanded.”

“You’ll never get away with this !” cried Penny Pendergast, daughter of Vincent Pendergast a wealthy oil magnate. ” My father will have your heads !”

“My father will hunt you down like dogs !” added Carol Crystalheart, daughter of Cavanaugh Crystalheart, the diamond merchant. ” Detective Lisa Hammond will get you !!”

The evil doctor leered at her two bound captives, ” I wouldn’t waste time waiting for the good detective to save you. My assistants have already taken care of her.”

Back at Hammond Investigations, Lisa Hammond struggled bound, gagged and tied to her desk chair, staring straight into the merciless face of a time-bomb that was winding itself down to zero. She had gotten maybe 5 steps inside her office when the goons jumped her and played a duet on her skull with billyclubs.

Lisa planted her feet firmly and kicked out, pushing the rolling chair hard into the little table by her desk. A tiny vase on top of it wobbled, but didn’t fall. She did it again and again. the vase tottered off the edge and smashed into a thousand pieces on the floor.

“Dammit Hammond,” Debra Duche snapped,” My mother bought me that vase !” The pretty secretary stood framed in the office doorway, entirely too long, a fact that the trussed up detective tried to make known past the layers of cloth tied over her mouth.

Debra crossed the room, got a broom and dustpan and calmly swept up the fragments as her erstwhile boos grunted around her gag, nodding desperately in the direction of the bomb squatting on her desk.

” I swear sometimes I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes.” she said wearily, dumping the bits into the trash can,” After all, I have feelings too, y’know ?”

Lisa let out a long plaintive moan. Debra looked at her, followed the jerking head toward the desk, saw the package of wired TNT and promptly fainted.

Doctor Webb stood on the balcony and watched a plume of flame rip the sky. She set down her binoculars and smiled,” So much for Detective Hammond.”

Penny and Carol winced at the sudden light intruding into their prison. Doctor Webb smirked at her two squirming prisoners as they stood there tautly bound and gagged. The pretty girls mmphed quietly behind their gags, tugging at the ropes.

‘Ah poor little girls,’ she purred,” Detective Hammond has had a rather explosive accident. Now no one can save you.” The girls mmphed in feverish protest as their captor closed the door once more.

“Dammit Hammond, I liked that office. ” Debra Duche said beating the dust from he battered pillbox hat, ” Was it absolutely necessary that you blow it up ?”

“If that bomb hadn’t gone off, Doctor Webb would have sent more goons to finish us off. She shouldn’t notice that it exploded a little later than it was set for. She’s probably busy dealing with her new cash cows.”

“I thought they locked her up in the loony bin after she kidnapped those two society dames.”

“They did. She escaped and kidnapped them again. The Doc hates unfinished business.”

“So why did she come after you ?”

“Because I busted her the last time, remember ? she wants me dead so this scheme can go off without a hitch.”

“And now you are dead.”

“Or so they think. The Doc will believe I’m dead, so now I can go after her and save those girls. She won’t suspect a thing.”

“I better go with you. Those goons jumped you pretty quick, ya know.”

“But this time they won’t know I’m coming. I’ll pick them off one by one, then I’ll deal with the Doctor.”

“So you want me to just hold down the office ?”

“Ha-ha. just lay low and wait for my call.”
Debra rolled her eyes, ” Sure whatever boss.”
“Good girl. Well I’m off.”

Detective Hammond leapt into her car and sped off. She pulled her hat down another notch and set her teeth grimly. The thought of that mad doctor holding those two innocent girls hostage filled her with angry resolve. Win or lose, Doctor Webb’s reign of terror would end tonight.

Hammond pressed the accelerator down harder as she drove down a country highway toward the Doctor’s last known hideout. She might have been an evil genius, but she was also predictable. this whole crime centred around her completing the failed abduction, so it was more than likely that she’d return to the exact same locations.

Last time the good doctor had his minions kidnap the girls right out of their bedrooms as they were getting ready for bed. Some chloroformed rags clamped over startled mouths had made them more pliable to being bound hand and foot and lowered out the window to a waiting vehicle. Once secured in the car trunk, the girls were taken to an old mansion on the south edge of town.

The house had been a centre of local legend. Everything from UFO sightings to cannibalistic ritual sex murders had supposedly taken place there at one time or another. The people in the area avoided the house like the plague, so it was perfect for holding two frightened socialites captive.

Detective Hammond urged her roadster to greater speed….

Penny and Carol struggled helplessly, futilely. The ransoms had arrived by a special courier, now since executed by the Doctor’s thugs, who no longer had any use for them. They were untied, except for their hands and escorted from their closet prison down into the cellar in the bowels of the mansion.

It was low roofed and dank, with cobwebs and a musty sour odour that seemed to crawl up their noses. The girls were forced across the hard dirt floor and made to lay down on two low wooden benches. the goons brought our fresh ropes and began tying them down tightly. Doctor Webb crossed the room to a dark corner and wheeled a dark grey device over close to where they were being bound.

” Relax, dear ladies.” The Doctor soothed,” Soon your troubles will be over. I’ve attached a timer to this device. Once we have made our escape, it will activate, filling this room with a deadly gas. If it’s any consolation to you, it’s allegedly painless.”

The girls fought the ropes pinning them, moaning and struggling for all their worth. It was less than useless, they had been securely fastened in this death trap. The goon binding Carol made a final knot.

“Excellent, no go gather my ransom and prepare the car. I want to be gone in less than five minutes.”

“Sure thing boss.” the thug replied and headed upstairs. Detective Hammond smacked the back of the goon’s head the moment it came into view. the goon collapsed into her arms and she dragged her into the kitchen. Lisa grabbed a coil of rope off the floor and tied the henchwoman hand and foot. She then pulled off her scarf, folded it into a thick band and tied it over the girl’s mouth.

“One down, two to go.” the detective whispered, patting her unconscious captive on the back. Lisa hefted her pistol, readied another coil of rope and a gag and hide herself once more.

Doctor Webb paced and glanced at the cellar door. Her assistant should have been back before now. The other goon looked at her nervously.

“You want me to check it out , Boss ?”

The doctor’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her two struggling captives, lying bound on their benches.

“Yes, why don’t you go do that …”

Lisa started as she heard the slow steady tread lurching up the cellar stairs. The pressed herself against the wall, the gun raised high to smash the goon’s skull. they came slowly, cautiously. Did the Doctor suspect something ?

Hammond risked a peek around the corner and saw the derby hat and trench coat. She slipped back and waited. The figure came through the door and around the corner. Lisa’s gun came down…

The girl slumped to the floor, her hat tumbling across the wood floor, revealing long blonde hair over an ugly purple bruise where the gun hit . A white cloth had been tied over her mouth, her hands were bound, hidden by the folds of the trench coat. Penny Pendergast lay unconscious at her feet.

Lisa raised her hands as the gun cocked behind her head. The real goon relieved her of her pistol and ordered the stunned detective back downstairs. Doctor Webb smirked at her as she entered the cellar at gun point. Carol whimpered under her gag.

“Well, well, well Detective Lisa Hammond “unkilled” by the time bomb.”

“Doctor Webb,” Lisa said evenly,” I knew you were behind all this. So why kidnap the same girls ? There are plenty of kids out there with rich parents for you to pilfer.”

“I’m well aware of that, but I hate unfinished business. These little hussies got away from me and YOU got me committed to an insane asylum. You kept me from my rightful money last time Detective, so now I’m getting even.”

” You’re a f@#@ing lunatic Doctor Webb.”

Doctor Webb froze, glaring at her with venomous hatred,” Tie the Detective to Penny’s bench. Make the ropes excruciatingly tight.”

Lisa laid own on the bench as she was ordered and put her hands together in front of her. No sense putting Carol in danger. the goon worked quickly; winding ropes, knotting them, repeating the performance. In moments the detective found herself helplessly tied alongside the girl she was trying to save.

“Comfortable ?” the Doctor asked lightly,” Good, then you can share these tramps fate. I’m going to gas you all !!”

“You’re still a lunatic doctor, whether we’re alive or dead !”
“GAG HER !!” the doctor shrilled.

The goon took out a white pair of panties from her pocket, folded it and stuffed Lisa’s mouth. The Detective garbled something angry at her, fidgeting in her bonds.

“Now go bring Penny back down here and see what happened to the other one. I want to be on the road in seconds.” the doctor ordered. The goon nodded and trotted upstairs. She returned with Penny over one shoulder and dumped her unceremoniously on her belly on the floor. she tied the still unconscious girl’s hands behind her back, bound her ankles and secured the gag.

Doctor Webb set the timer for six minutes and pressed a button. The machine leaped to life.

“There. I’ll leave you three to your gaseous end. If the idea of slowly suffocating to death seems too cruel, just take deep cleansing breaths. Good-bye forever, Detective !!!”

Doctor Webb laughed throatily and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her. Lisa and Carol wriggled inside the ropes holding them, finding little purchase. Lisa twisted her hands back and forth inside the fat coils of rope. The goon had followed the Doctor’s orders too well however. Minutes ticked by.

The machine kicked into higher gear, a trickle of white gas rolled out, pooled on the floor and spilled out in all directions. A thick tendril of deadly fumes slithered across the dirt toward Penny.

The semi-conscious girl wrinkled her nose at the heavy sickly sweet odour. She moaned quietly behind her gag, hands flexing behind her back. Penny’s eyes flickered to life. The girl saw the fiendish gas flowing toward her and tried to jerk herself upright. The effort slapped her back down hard onto the floor, forcing air from her lungs. Instintively, the girl took in a deep breath and started choking.

The machine opened up full, blasting a fat cone of white doom across the floor. Penny moaned pitifully, trying to wrench herself upright, away from the floating, sliding death coming to embrace her.

the door flew open, feet pounded down the stairs. Lisa and Carol craned their heads in that direction. Debra duche stood framed in the doorway, pillbox hat tilted jauntily to one side, a gun in her right hand.

“Bet you’re glad I didn’t lie low aren’t you, Boss ?”

Doctor Webb and her goons sat bound and gagged against the far wall of the kitchen, looking more than a little unhappy. The bags of ransom money lay piled at their feet. Doctor Webb kicked one of the bags across the floor. The heroes laughed.

“How did you know where to find me ?” Lisa asked her secretary who sat filing her nails.

“Oh I hid in the trunk of you car. Once you went inside the house, i just followed you in.”

“And you didn’t let me know ?”

“Oh like you’d bother to notice me!”

“So anyway, ” Penny threw in,” could you tell us about the rescue ?”

” Sure thing, doll. I was hiding in the kitchen pantry when the boss here drags one of the Doctor’s goons in and ties her up, nice and tight. She’s waiting for the next one, but it ain’t her it’s Miss Pendergast dressed up like her, but the boss doesn’t see it and hits her anyway.”

“That part I remember.’ Penny said, rubbing the lump on her forehead.

“Sorry about that, kid.” Lisa said.

“No problem, Hammond I’ll just deduct my medical bills from your reward money.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“So anyway, the boss gets captured, right ? So I figured I’d wait and see if that wacky doctor would check on her other goon. Lo and behold, she sends up the other one. After she took Miss Pendergast downstairs she came up once more to untie her friend and I just beaned her over the head. The doctor came up afterwards and I nailed her too.”

“So what took you so long ? We could have suffocated down there.”

“Well i had to tie them up nice and tight so they wouldn’t get away…”

“And..” Carol asked.

“And I had to make an appropriately dramatic entrance.”

“Oh…. you… imposssible….” Lisa sputtered.

The authorities were summoned and Doctor Webb and her cohorts were arrested and put in maximum security. Detective Hammond got a fat reward from the girls’ fathers (minus Penny’s medical bills, she wasn’t kidding) and Debra Duche got a fat raise and her name added to the new office glass.

GDIT edited: Sleepover Hostages


My sixteenth birthday was approaching and what should have been a landmark birthday was marred by the fact that it was also my first birthday without dad who was away in Russia. Mum did her best to make the day as special as she could but although none of us said anything I know we all felt there was something missing.

In the evening mum treated us all to a meal at Solihull’s top Italian restaurant. We got home around 9:30 and checking my texts I squealed again “Oh wow. Joanna’s coming down to see me this weekend. That’s so mega. Excellent! I can’t wait to introduce her to all my new friends; they are going to love her. Hey mum, do you think I could have a slumber party Friday night? Have a few of the girls over from school?”

 “I don’t know about that, I don’t mind Joanna being here, she’s a sensible responsible girl but I’m not to sure about you having a party, not when I won’t be here.”

Shoot! In my excitement I’d forgotten that mum had to go down to London Friday to sort out our old flat. A few days ago the estate agent had rung to say he now had a buyer and mum was going up to take care of the paperwork in person. She’d arranged to stay over night with Dad’s sister and wasn’t coming back until late Saturday afternoon. After much convincing and promising that I’ll look after Catherine, my younger sister, or Cate, she agreed.

 I was excited now, I hadn’t seen Joanna since we’d moved from London to Solihull, though I e-mailed her often and tried to speak to her on skype at least once a week. Jo’s family had lived in the same apartment building as us and we’d been inseparable for over 10 years. She was three months older than me and subsequently had been a year above me all through school, now while I was struggling with school she was in the first term of Beauty college. In many ways Beauty college was Joanna’s calling, she’d always been far more feminine than me, constantly experimenting with make up and hairstyles. I wondered idly what she’d look like when I saw her on Friday.

 Friday came and I was extremely excited both about the sleepover and seeing Jo. The house had been a bustle of activity that morning, mum had been getting ready to catch the train to London. There was a bus stop round the corner from the school, I searched through my purse and managed to scrape together just enough change for a single child’s fare to the bus station. The buses were just unloading their passengers when I got there. Desperately I searched through the crowds for a familiar face, but I couldn’t see Joanna anywhere. Where could she be?

A voice in my ear made me jump “Alright Chelle?” I swung round and there was Joanna stood behind me holding a big green rucksack, a stupid grin on her face. We hugged and kissed each other on both cheeks, and then we both took a step back and looked each other up and down.

“Chelle, you better change out of that the instant we’re at your house.” My friends always called me Chelle, alright my parents used Michelle while Cate used Mich.

I blushed, I’d momentarily forgotten I was still in my school uniform – a blue blazer, white blouse, and pleated dark blue knee length skirt along with black tights and black loafers – certainly I didn’t look anywhere near as cool or as beautiful as Joanna. She was wearing a stonewashed blue denim jacket over a pink crew neck t-shirt with ‘Miami’ in white letters across the chest, a figure hugging red lycra mini skirt, blue tights and pink mid-calf boots. Her hair was a mass of golden blonde curls loose about her shoulders, a floppy fringe hanging down over her eyes. At 177cm Jo was much taller than I was but I felt the same age as Catherine stood next to her.

 “You like?” she asked giving me a little jokey twirl “I should hope so, this outfit cost me a small fortune. Feel my tights, go on, feel ‘em.” She lifted one leg and I reluctantly stroked it, it felt so incredibly soft. “Very nice” I admitted. “Pure 100% silk” She said proudly “But that’s nothing. You remember I was always scared of getting my ears pierced? Well…” She reached up with magenta nails and brushed her hair back behind her ears, large gold hoops hung from each lobe and there was an additional stud in her upper left ear.

 “Wow!” I gasped “Are they real? What happened?” Jo laughed “Beauty school happened, that’s what. We did piercing in class a few weeks ago and I agreed to let the teacher demonstrate on me” she indicated the stud in her left ear “Once I’d had this one done I realised there was nothing to be frightened off so the very next day I went out and got my lobes done too.” I absently fingered the silver studs in my own ears as I explained to Joanna that had no money for the bus back to home.

“Don’t sweat it Chelle”, she laughed “I’m working four nights a week at a cinema near the college, it’s good pay too. I think I can swing to a taxi.” Joanna hoisted her rucksack up onto her back and followed me through the station to the taxi rank.

The taxi driver was listening to Radio Solihull and I shushed Joanna when the 5 o’clock news came on, my attention caught by the lead news item.”Excuse me could you turn the radio up a moment please” I asked, the driver did so and I listened carefully to the remainder of the item.”… the man who is believed to be armed and highly dangerous remains at large after escaping from prison this morning. He is described as Caucasian, over 6 feet tall with a bald head and black beard. He was last seen wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt, there is a scar down his left cheek and a tattoo of a heart with ‘mum’ written across it on his lower right arm. Residents of Solihull are warned not to approach this man but to call the police immediately if they think they see him. In other news….”

 Joanna giggled nervously. “Oh great so there’s an armed maniac on the loose in Solihull is there? And to think people say London is dangerous.” I shrugged “I wouldn’t worry about it. He’s probably well out of the area by now.” Still I couldn’t help worrying. What if Cate had run into the man on her way home? She could be his hostage now, or worse…

 I unlocked the front door and showed Jo inside. Cate’s jacket was hanging on the end of the banister while her ankle boots lay discarded on the floor just inside the door. I called out to her but she didn’t reply. Taking Joanna’s denim jacket I hung it up in the hallway alongside my school blazer. Joanna sat down on the stairs, resting her rucksack against the wall, and pulled off her pink boots. Kicking off my own school loafers I prepared to go upstairs and change into something a little more comfortable. First though I pointed Joanna in the direction of the kitchen and urged her to go and fix herself something to eat and drink. Halfway up the stairs Joanna called me back “Err…Chelle, I think you’d better come and see this” There was a nervousness to her voice that I hadn’t heard before so I turned round and walked back down the stairs.

“What’s the problem, Jo?” I asked “Spider in the kitchen?”

“No, look.”

I gave an involuntary gasp as I followed her finger. In the far corner of the kitchen, half hidden behind the table was Cate. She lay on her side her back to us, apparently unconscious, still dressed in her black T-Shirt and trousers, white pop socks on her feet. We could tell she hadn’t just fainted but her wrists and ankles were bound with plastic ties. I rushed up and knelt over her, saw that duct tape had been wrapped around her head and mouth, what was more her cheeks were swollen under the tape as if something had been stuffed into her mouth before the gag were applied.

Cate lay so still I was worried she might have choked on her gag but she let out a low moan and I knew that though only just conscious she was alive. Before I could do anything however I heard a gruff voice behind me.

“Okay missy, that’s enough. Stand up and turn round slowly.”

Terrified I did as I was told, and came face to face with a bald, bearded man wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He sported a scar down his left cheek and had his right arm locked around Joanna’s neck, an arm that proudly displayed a ‘daggar tattoo. A pistol with a silencer was pressed against her head.

“You!” I said recognising him straight away from the description on the radio “You’re the man who escaped from prison.”

“That’s me” he retorted.

“What are you doing in our house?” I demanded a bravado to my voice which I really did not feel. At the same time I was walking slowly towards the man though I had no idea what I hoped to achieve.

“Don’t sweat it kid, I ain’t looking to hurt no-one, yet” His words made me flinch, I hate people using double negatives like that. I wondered what he meant by that but a moment later I found out. Releasing his hold on Joanna’s neck he pushed her towards me

“Catch your friend.”

Joanna skidded across the kitchen, her silk tights slipping against the well polished linoleum floor and tumbled into my arms nearly toppling us both over. I held my friend tightly, looked into her frightened eyes, she was almost in tears. “Don’t you dare cry” I whispered “You’ll ruin your mascara” she laughed at that and I knew if I could show I was calm she’d be okay.
“Catch,” The guy said, and I caught a small bundle. Insider were plastic ties and a roll of tape. Secure your friend like I did to the little one,” he ordered.I  considered defying him but what good would that do? The both of us would probably shot or injured by him. At least while we were awake we had a fighting chance.

Joanna seemed to read my mind “Best do as he says Chelle” She whispered. Turning so her back was to me she crossed her hands behind her back and offered them up to me. Reluctantly I wrapped the plastic ties around her slender wrists. “No, another tie around her wrists,” he said, the gun pressed against me. Thus, Jo’s hands were bound with the ties in a cross like manner.

 “Now, catch this, lass,” he said and I felt something cotton-like in my hands. It was one of my own knickers.

 “You pervert. What are you doing with my underwear?” I asked.

 “It’s what you’ll be doing hun. Now, stuff thme in your pretty friend’s mouth.”

 “What???!!! You’re sick. No!” This I’ll definitely not do.

 He calmly shifted his aim towards my sister and that did it. “Ok, ok, you win. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Sorry, Jo,” I said as I raised my own undies to her lips.

 “All the way in” he ordered sharply. “Uh-Uh” the man reprimanded twirling his index finger in a clockwise direction as I plastered a piece of tape, condemning my friend to sucking my own under “Right round the head, just like I did with Blondie there” He indicated the still unconscious Cate. Lifting as much of Joanna’s curly blonde hair out of the way as possible I pulled the tape round against the back of her neck, then up onto her cheek again and across the first layer so her mouth was covered not once but twice. Although I succeeded in keeping most of Joanna’s hair out of the way of the tape I unfortunately managed to snag one of her large hoop earrings and it became trapped against her left cheek.

“Okay, that should be enough” I felt relieved when the intruder stopped me and cut the tape from the roll. “Wait, don’t tell me you gagged Cate with my underwear too?” I remarked.

 “Nah, that’s only for you teens. I used a piece of cloth.” That was some comfort.

 “Well, I guess it’s my turn now is it?” I asked annoyed that my voice was so obviously full of fear. “

 He sneered “Put your hands behind your back.” I did as I was told but before he could even begin to tie me the doorbell rang. The man froze “Who’s at the door?” he demanded.

I had a fairly good idea it would be one of the other girls I’d invited over but I wasn’t going to tell him that “I-I don’t know. I can’t see from here”.

“Very funny” The man grabbed me roughly by the arm and pressed the pistol against my back “Let’s go and see shall we.”

‘The Intruder’ marched me back out into the hall and up to the front door. Through the frosted glass I could make out at least two figures on the far side of the door and for a moment my heart soared. Could it be the police? Had someone seen the man enter our home and reported it?

 “Who are they?” he hissed As I’d feared it was the girls I’d invited to my sleepover. They must have met up on the way over. It seemed I had no choice but to tell the truth.

“They’re friends of mine. They’re here for a slumber party”

“A slumber party? Like a sleepover you mean? So their parents think they’re spending the night here?”

I realised then I’d said the wrong thing. If everyone thought my friends were spending the night here there was no way any of us were going to missed before morning at the very earliest. On the other hand if I sent them away it might have aroused suspicions.

Sure enough he seemed to have come to the same conclusion. “Best let them in then.” he whispered “Careful though, no tricks. Remember I’ve got two hostages in the kitchen and I will hurt them if I have to.”

Forcing myself to smile I opened the door “Hi girls, glad you could all make it.”

Jenn was first through the door. She was wearing a white denim jacket, orange shoulder strap top, cropped navy blue jeans and white trainers with white ankle socks, an orange head scarf covered her close cropped hair. Behind her was Lin 166cm tall and growing taller. She also has the most vibrant infectious personality, you can’t help but like her. This evening she’d tied her hair in a French plait. Lin was wearing a black leather bomber jacket, a low cut yellow t-shirt and a red tartan mini skirt. Her legs were sheathed in red nylons and a pair of black open toed strap ups added a good 10-15cm to her height.  Leanne was behind her Last but not least there was Leanne, whose black hair is not as long as Lin’s but still falls a good 20-25 centimeters below her shoulders. Tonight her hair was loose, tucked back neatly behind her ears. She wore a white hooded fleece over a white vest, a khaki skirt and a pair of black calf high slouch boots. At 173cm she was the tallest of the trio.

I ushered the girls into the hall. Accepting the wrapped presents each gave me and placing them on the telephone table.

“Why have you still got your uniform on Chelle?” Jenn asked “I thought you’d be dressed up to the nines and ready to party.” She pronounced the last word part-ay.

The front door slammed shut making us all jump “Hello” said a voice. The girls turned around and Lin and Jenn screamed with fright as they recognised the man who stood behind them pointing his pistol at us. “Okay ladies, let’s move it, through to the kitchen if you please.” With me leading the way we walked through the hall to the kitchen where we found Cate and Jo back to back, with Jo trying to peel off Cate’s gag.

 “Thought you be trying to do that, girl,” he sneered, using his feet to pry them away. He then opened up his back pack and motioned to Jenn and Lin. “Ok, shortie and you, on the floor, hands behind your back.” Leanne and I were then given similar material to bound our friends. Yet again, the escaped convict produced several pairs of my knickers for us to stuff their mouths. He must have raided my cupboard and the laundry. Pevert, Super Pevert, I thought, as I regrettably gagged my friend. Leanne was then finally trussed and gagged.

“Can I expect any more visitors this evening?” He asked. I shook my head, offering up a silent prayer that mum was safe.

“Chelle is it? Is that what your friend called you?”

“My friends call me Chelle” I corrected him trying to maintain the façade that I wasn’t scared “You may call me Michelle”.

“Alrighttt… Michelle, You’re friends may be pretty and dressed up, but you’re hot. Now, let’s go upstairs to your room shall we?”

 The gun told me all I needed to know. Still, As I was forced up, I muttered, “Your quite a perverted person, using my knickers as gags.”

 The gun was pushed against my back, “Silence, or you’ll get it”. I obeyed.

 In my room, I was forced to my knees and like my sister and unsuspecting friends, he drew out one of my black bikini knickers and stuffed it in my mouth, sealing it with tape. What came next was a surprise: Instead of trussing me up, he reached behind and struck me on my neck. I saw stars and fell unconscious.

 My eyes were cloudy and finally my eye sight returned, only to see a pitch blackness. “Mmmmpph” I cried, realising that I was still gagged. I attempted to move, but something was crushing my arms, which seemed pinned behind my back. Half a minute later, I discovered that I was in some sort of trunk, my wrists and ankles bound behind my back with the plastic ties he used on my sister and friends.

 I’m not claustrophobic or anything but being  trapped in the space was too much for me.

“MMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPmmmPPP!!” I cried many times. All of a sudden, as if my cries were heard, clicking noises broke through my screams and  suddenly the top popped open, revealing faces.

“It’s alright missy, we’re the police,” one began and slowly, I was helped out of what finally appeared to be a car’s boot—my mother’s car. As I was freed, the story was related to me. Cate was the one who somehow managed to reach her mobile and call the police, yelling through her gag. All of them were freed and it appeared that the convict used my mom’s car as a getway vehicle, hiding my unconscious body inside the trunk.

 The guy somehow was never found and while the case remained  open, my friends and i made up for the “interruption” by having a proper sleepover several weeks after.

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An Officer and a Gentleman


This story is linked to my story on KP Presents, titled “Under the Sea“.

Staring through  the binoculars, Lieutenant  Lauren Gooden announced, “Captain, recommend a slighter deviation to port,” she said.

Double checking, Commander Ramsey nodded and clicked on the intercom, “Conn, Bridge, right five degrees rudder”.

It was just in time as the submarine Invisible swung to starboard to avoid a collision with the sea obstacle. “Bravo Zulu Gooden. And great job overall,” he said.

“Thank You sir,” the 26 year old replied, starring again through the binoculars, though not looking at anything particular. Most of the others on the bridge of the surfaced submarine were scanning the harbour in search of their family members and love ones, but Lauren knew no one would be there for her. Just before she departed, her father and mother, both naval veterans, had a heated argued and divorced, moving out of the country to live separate cities overseas. Lauren’s last minute calls did nothing to save the situation. Her brother was still deployed overseas. As for love ones, she had…

“Dock 200 metres ahead,” the lookout announced. With that the might new sub eased into port. On command, sailors, from the most junior onwards rushed down into the arms of anxiously waiting family and friends. “Gooden, I know it’s been….”

“It’s ok sir,” Lauren said, switching off the last few systems. “I’m fine. See you at de-briefing.”

Finally exiting the attack sub, the navy’s first female navigator savoured the air as much as  she could when suddenly a familiar  figure  approached her. As he neared, he snapped to attention and said, “Permission to speak ma’am.”

“For you Warrant Officer Oates, it’s always granted.” Both Warrant Officer and Officer broke of the urge to hug each other, lest they face disciplinary charges. Relationships were forbidden between Officers and Ratings, and most definitely out of order between Warrant Officers and Officers and especially between ratings who are serving or have served under a junior officers. Kevin and Lauren fell under all those categories so they had to keep their year a a bit long relationship secret.

“Sorry I was late,” he said, both of them walking side by side, him half a step behind as per decorum. “I’m now posted to IntelCom, a bit further away,” referring to the Naval Intelligence Command.

“Oh bet it’s lovely over there.”

“Not as great as going out to seas, well under the sea,” he replied

“Oate…Kevin, I’ve told you it’s nothing special, just a normal job,” she replied, also returning the salutes of passing Able Seamen.

“Well now you back, it’s time to forget about it. Any plans this evening?”

“Not sure, we have a de-brief soon and a cheque through of stores and logs…” her voice was cut off by the shouts of many voices calling her name. Reporters, both of them noted. Lauren was still the national celebrity for a while.

“Well, come over when your done,” he said, passing her a folder. Drawing to attention, the 38 year old saluted his former boss and said, “Good to see you, ma’am.”

Lauren managed the countless questions before escaping to her office. Once in, she opened the folder to find a note stating  Kevin’s home address and the time for dinner. Ever since they started their secret relationship, all their meals had been out in  restaurants. Now it’s a home cooked meal. Nothing wrong and surely something nice to look forward too, she thought, though not knowing it would be more than that…

8 pm that evening….

Lauren rushed through the underground ticket barriers, bounded up the steps and rush through the streets, swearing for the first time in all her years. Pushing the doorbell of the given address, she straightened her uniform and stared at her watch. “I’m so so sorry, the debrief and everything took longer than usual. Then my car broken down…”

“It’s ok. Come in, dinner’s all ready.” Sliding off her her one-inch navy issued heels, she entered Kevin’s flat for the first time. It was like entering a Tudor setting but with a modern twist. The living room revealed the odour of scented candles which reminded her of her cousin’s beauty shop. It was enchanting and everything that she loved…

Dinner was another surprise: baked pork chops with fried, not wilted vegetables and a sweet potato and potato mash. “Oh, Kevin’ this is my favourite meal! How did you know that?”

“You did seem to enjoy pork the other time we went out so it was a wild guess,” she said, pouring her a glass of wine. Another favourite wine of hers she noted.

“Cheers,” they both said and began their talk-and-eat sessions that happened before. As she placed her cut pieces of meat in her mouth, the Warrant Officer Class 2 could not help but stare at her beauty. Blonder golden hair now flowing down to her shoulders, ample bosom, not too skinny frame…

Dessert was a chocolate sponge cake laced intentionally with booze and her continued to pour her yet another glass. “Mmmm…” she said savouring the spoonful of chocolate. “How I miss this after months on frozen food.”

With out warning, both plate and girl were lifted up and guided to the nearby sofa. Feeding her till finished, a DVD of both their favourite musical was clicked on and Lauren tucked her stocking legs together, hugging her lover as they watched. Suddenly, as the scene shifted to dancing, he brought her up and both of them started prancing around the small room, hands and lips locked together. Without her heels, she was now at her full 155 cm while he stood at least 20 cm taller.

Lauren, slight intoxicated and weary from the days events suddenly noticed the change of setting. “We’re in your bedroom.” It was a statement. His  bed room, unlike the  rest of the flat, was simply decorated, mostly filled with framed up certificates and medals from  his navy career.

“Uh, yes,” he said, not knowing her next response.

“Are you  imply that we should sleep together?” she asked, moving a bit away, then noticing tat it was way past eleven. The last train back home would be leaving soon.

“Uh, no Lieutenan…Lauren. It wasn’t…”

“Kevin Oates, give me a straight answer, given our relationship. Did you want to me to sleep with you?”

His eyes flickered ad he said, “No, it wasn’t my….”

“I’ll leave then. Thank you for the dinner.” However, something glued her to the spot and she just couldn’t move at all. What happened next was again the meeting of their lips. Then their bodies met and Lauren felt the full muscular frame of his enveloping her. This was unlike previous relationships where the man  just squashed her boobs. It was entering a new dimension.

He moved first and his fingers reached for the buckle and zip of her work skirt. Just has he un-did the the buckle, she pulled away. “Uh, we have to set a rule.”

“Rule?” oh no, was this going to be…

“Kevin, ok, you’re a terrible liar and I love you still. But I don’t want, I definitely don’t want to have sex before marriage. At all.” She emphasised the last two words.

Starring at the short officer, he immediately responded, “That was my my rule too. Strict abstinence. But sleeping…”

“We can. I guess you really want me…”

They interlocked again and this time, her skirt fell off to reveal her white knickers and dark tights underneath—naval regulations all adhered too. “Wow,” was his gasp. “Ok, we’re this far,” she said. “You take off yours and I’ll take off…”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, responding to orders like he did since he joined the service at sixteen. In a couple of minutes, he was down to his  grey boxer shorts while she had only removed her hosiery.

“No tattoos?” She just asked  using two words, her heart beating rapidly now.

“I’m not that sort of sailor,” he simply replied, his heart to racing. This was really beyond  all those days of nightclubs and false loves…

“Thanks, darling,” she said and they embraced again, moving to the side of the double bed.

Hesitating again, he asked another question, “I guess this is your sleeepwear?”

“Are you asking me to remove my bra and  expose my breasts for you?”

“Uh…”

“You’ve got to be more confident, sailor,” she laughed. “Turn around, eyes closed.” He obeyed and hardly heard any sound. When told to turn back, the 26 year old was tucked into bed, her 34B cup cleavage just poking out under the warm duvet.

“This is what you get, Mister Oates,” dropping the informal method of addressing Warrant Officers.

“It’s perfect. May I?”

“You may,” and his two hands stroked the top of her breasts. He was as aroused as any male could be but remembered their pact and only just continued to kiss her. They both soon fell asleep, more so from the bodily warmth of each other than the warm of the duvet. Three more times during the night they turned to kiss each other and he to stroke her breasts…

8 am the next morning…

Lauren stirred and yawn. “Morning, ma’am,” the voice of Kevin got her eyes opened.

“Kevin, if you call me ma’am one more time  outside office hours, I’ll bust you back to Able Seamen by order,”s she croaked, her mouth dry.

“You can’t do that ma’–Lauren,” he replied, knowing the rules. “How was your sleep?”

This brought the Lieutenant awake? Was there any sex last night? Did he….no, I don’t think so…he read her thoughts and said, “don’t worry, I did wear protection last night.”

“Oh,” she replied then suddenly felt the urge. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down that way.” He didn’t move. “Kevin, we’re not at that stage yet for me to show you my….” she didn’t say the word. Hearing him sighing, he left the the room. Grabbing her uniform and underwear minus her tights, she  found the place and  let out a long stream of pee….

It seemed at he had laid out out everything in the bathroom  for her as she turned off the tap, looking at the range of towels to choose from, the hairdryer plugged in, and even feminine deodorants and some bottles of perfume. He planned everything, she thought, angry and yet happy for this new boyfriend.

With her underwear oh she buttoned the first button of her work blouse but then stop short and saw her herself in the mirror. The blouse and skirt was all wrinkled from last night’s love making. While it was the weekend, thsi was the only clothes she had and damn if  she was going to walk the streets in such attire.

“Hey, you forgot this,” Kevin appeared outside, handing her her tights. “Thanks, do you have have an  ironing board I could use?”

“What…oh..you uniform. Of course. But first breakfast, I bet you you are starving. I am,” With her pocketing her tights in her pocket, she followed him to the dining table. Breakfast appeared to be everything: A Full Fry up, cereals of all kind, at least three of juices and  two pots. “Kevin, I’m not a pig you know. I’ll probably need to workout if you give me all this.”

“Just pick anything you want sweetie,” he said.

She chose her favourite of scrambled eggs and bacon. Mid-way through the meal she stopped and asked, “Kevin, we were almost naked last night. Did your um ah…”

“Ask you asked if I ejaculated?” He used the word.

“Uhh…”

“I told you I was wearing protection. Nothing to worry about,” he resumed drinking his coffee.

“Kevin….” she pleaded, “I don’t want to be preg…”

“It’s ok dear. Unless you want to look at my used condom? Why are you so hesitant about saying the words?”

She looked down at her cup of tea and pondered. He’s probably telling the truth.

They resumed they breakfast and once the dishes were cleared, she asked for the ironing board again. “Follow me.” She did so and just as she was about to open the closet indicated, he turned  her around pulled her to kiss.

“Kevv… stop it!”

“Why darling? It’s just a kiss…”

“Kevin…you are a such a….” her voice was cut off as he  half kiss and  and half sucked her lips. In a swift motion, her started to unbutton her blouse and in no time it came off yet again. “Ke…” he continued to kiss her and her skirt dropped off. “Now, wasn’t that helpful?”

“Kevin! ” She punched him, albeit softly in the shoulder. “You really can’t control yourself.”

They both started arguing over this but finally stopped. The iron and ironing board came out and the non-com gladly ironed the officer’s uniform. Lauren soon got dressed including her tights and shared another kiss before departing.

The Secretary and the President Part 1


Any references to real life secretaries and Presidents of any country in the world are entirely coincidental.

Thirty year old Katie, the President’s secretary, was at her last day of her work. For the past two years, she had served as the personal secretary to the President, being the key member to organise his daily schedule, to buzz visitors in and out, watching him meet world leaders, kings and queens and people who made history one way or the other. Now, moving on the graduate school, she would miss all those times.

“Katie, won’t you come in here. I’ve something special for you,” the President called.

Wonderful, a gift for all my two years of work, Katie, thought, and did so. “Thank you so much, Mr. President!” she exclaimed, looking at the huge box, wrapped in shiny gold paper and bound with a pink ribbon.

“Go ahead, open it,” he said, smiling with his usual smile.

Katie yanked off the ribbon like a child opening her Christmas present and lifted the lid open. POOF! A wave of dust enveloped her face and she fell on the carpet, unconscious.

Katie, awoke, but couldn’t feel anything at all. Was she dead? Her vision was cloudy–was this the after life? Slowly, the cloudiness dissipated and she saw a familiar face staring right  down at  her. It was the President. She tried to call out to him but somehow she just couldn’t emit any sound at all. Any she felt extremely cold during this summer–the room wasn’t that air-conditioned. What was going on?

“Relax, Katie, you can’t move or talk at all and it is for you own good and mine. This is your present, my last time with you–really with you,” the President said, his usual minty breath breathing into her nose. Her eyes could only stare at him and could not blink at all.

“Don’t worry about interruptions; it’s the reason why I told you to schedule nothing important at all for this afternoon and this evening. I’ve locked the main door and the door to your office. The security guards will prevent anyone from entering and since this office is sound  proof,  they won’t hear a thing at all, Katie dear,” he continued. He called me dear?!!!  She thought. What on earth was happening?

He lean forward and kissed her squarely on her lips. He had never done that before! All his previous kisses were to congratulations or greetings. Oh gosh, is he going to touch me?

“Katie, you’re the most beautiful girl in the office, “he breathed again on her. “Forget my personal advisers, the waitresses and even my wife. You’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever met,” he remarked, stroking her hair. It was then she realised she was on some kind of long table. Definitely not the President’s office table, it was some kind of steel table, though she wasn’t sure what kind as her sense of touch  was missing.

“You remember that you asked me to write a recommendation for your grad school? I took the opportunity to have a short background check on your life history Katie. Apparently, you used to play ‘cops and robbers’ a lot with your male friends in school when young. Then apparently, you joined the Fetish club in your Liberal Arts College, though that’s not officially on your CV as it’s a not nice to have it here. But I’ve checked. You love being tied and gagged Katie. And that’s what’s gonna happen,” he said, parting her working cardigan. Freaking hell, he’s going to tie me up!

“Don’t worry, once I’ve finished, the drug’s effects will be gone and you’ll regain all your movements. But by then, you’ll feel the best the best tie up of your life. And when you can speak, I’ll give you the best gag of your of life,” he stated. If Katie wasn’t paralysed, she would have felt a chill down her spine…

She could only watch helpless as Mr. President, one of the most powerful men on earth, lifted her up and removed her cardigan. Her inner blue strapped top was now fully revealed to him. Again, she was lifted up and her top came up. She felt weird not turning red with embarrassment or unable to fight back but she hoped that the drug would wear off faster  for her to fight him.

“My gosh, Katie. I’ve always seen you breasts covered and knew they were big but I didn’t know they were that big, Katie,” he exclaimed, looking at her lacy, black push-up bra. Usually, she wouldn’t wear push-up bras to work, but this was for this evening for clubbing, not to let the President see it! “What size are they?”

No! she thought, don’t you dare un-clip my bra as he turned her around. “Ah, you’re a 36C!! That’s so much bigger than my wife’s!!!You lucky Maryland girl you!!!” He boomed into her ears, while keeping an eye on her delicious, well formed cleavage. “I’m really going to enjoy this,” he said, more to himself than her.

Please let me fight him! give me  back my motor skills! She thought as she watched him move to her lower body. He reached under her skirt and she thought, oh my gosh, he’s going to touch me “down there” she thought! Her thoughts flooded to a possible future where she would give evidence at his impeachment and then trial and hopefully see him locked away for life. To think I chose this job instead of a normal career….

Instead, he fingered the waist band of her blue pantyhose and tugged it it down. After a minute of so, he and lowered the hosiery to her feet where her four inch heels were. The President bent down and carefully lifted them out. Gosh, he’s going to strip me naked! This is impossible! Somebody help! Guards! Secret Service! Help!

Naturally, those words were only shouted in her mind. Her pantyhose was fully removed in the next minute and the long hands with always neatly trimmed nails–without dirt, how on earth did he keep his fingernails so clean?–reached for her skirt. It could be called a mini or office skirt what every way you call it and it was at least a few inches above her knee. Now, it came off so deftly. None of Katie’s ex-boyfriend from high school to college every clicked the skirt off so deftly.

“Goodness me Katie, you’re already pretty with your clothes on but you’re damn sexy beneath,” he breathed again, staring at her black bikini panties that he had exposed. This wasn’t the usual underwear she would wear to work; in fact most of her panties were of light colours (thought not white) and not all of them of bikini type–she had mainly Boyshorts or Hipsters. These undies were again for the celebratory clubbing tonight–not that she was going to flash them–and not for her boss and the country’s leader to see.

“Katie, you are really a babe. Perhaps you should defer your studies and spend another year with me,” he said, kissing her nose. The President had kissed on her nose! his kisses were always just greeting or goodbye kisses, never such affectionate ones! What next, on her lips!

He moved away for half a minute but was back; some rummaging sounds could be heard. It was strange how only her sense of hearing and sight was available and somehow enhanced–what kind of drug was this? “Katie, I’m sure you know what this is?” He interrupted her thoughts as he thrust something directly in front of her eyes. They were plastic handcuffs. Yes, she had been bound with them once or twice during her days but she always had mainly ropes or metal handcuffs. These looked like the kind the country’s Special Forces used to restrain terrorists and terrorists suspects. Did he acquire them from the time he visited the troops?

 

New Detention Method


New Detention Method

By: Claire Harrison

At Raddelborn Grammar School, the behaviour of students, both boys and girls was extremely appalling for several years. Recently, however, things have improved drastically. Grabbing my usual equipment, I passed through the school gates to learn the reasons for the change.

“It came about by accident really,” noted the Principal Mr. Thorborn. “One of our teachers had read a fiction book about House Arrest where the prisoner was still cuffed while under house detention. I happened to see the book on his desk and after one huge staff meeting, the idea can into effect”.

“The idea” was instead of writing lines, doing extra work or chores, students would be physically restrained in a set aside room, monitored by teachers. Various equipment such as cloth, clean underwear (donated by the students), rope, handcuffs, leg irons and even plastic ties are used, depending on the type of offence and number of times. For example, a student late for school three times would be bound with rope and cleave gagged, while vandals would get a hog tie with handcuffs and a stuff gag. “The worst punishment?” I asked the Head of Discipline, Mr. Vanu. “Oh, we keep the student really chained and gagged and even hooded till evening, checking every hour or so.” After the punishment, students are made to write a page of how they felt during the punishment and how they would not commit the offence again.

I caught up with two girls and two boys which have been through the “detention” at least once. “I thought it wouldn’t be much,” admitted Marianne Sturman, Year 7. “But once the restraints encircled your wrists and ankles, you really remembered those few hours forever.” “My hands couldn’t move after I was released from the cuffs,” said Patrick Hayes, Year 8, who was caught looking at his friend’s script during an examination. “I couldn’t figure out what to write after that and nearly got another hour of it.” Lilly Haliwell,  the same year as Patrick, was not so lucky. She was always a rebel and was finally caught hacking the school computers and contaminating the chemistry lab. A hog tie with an underwear gag for five hours was her punishment and she had to write double the account afterwards. “Look even the wrist marks are still there!” she said, half sobbing. Her parents, on learning about her actions, caned her daily and grounded her for the rest of the term afterwards.

What about the teachers? Surprisingly, only one out of the dozen I managed to interview was uncomfortable about it. “You’ll be surprised how parents and other school heads wrote to us after hearing the results,” Mr. Thornborn continued, showing me a report. Offences had dropped from 99 cases a term to less than 2 every two school semester. Grades of each year had dramatically improved. “What about the dangers?” I queried.

I was handed another ring file which detailed the exactly procedures. After each individual’s offence has been noted, it is matched with the guidelines determined by the discipline committee, which includes three parents. The student is notified of the detention (which is on the same day) and directly after school. It takes precedence over all other activities which still must be undertaken later and time is allowed for lunch to be digested. The school hires a local doctor to give the student a check up and should there be any problems, the restraining is scheduled later.

The room can accommodate at least 80 students, all who are either on the floor, bound to a chair or the wall. It isn’t that well ventilated to cause more discomfort but there is some flow of air. Since students have to be there for a period of time, they are forced to wear cheap disposable nappies first before being roughly bound and gagged. Those on the floor are not to touch each other and hence are allowed to roll around in a certain area. Those to the chairs don’t get much comfort as the chairs have their cushions removed and they feel the hard wooden frame on their bums. Those against the wall feel varying temperatures as the wall is electronically heated. Teachers patrol the room and there have been very few cases of students feeling sick halfway. For more humiliating purposes, each student is filmed with the film showed to the class the next day and the student forced to keep it forever.

I don’t know what came over me but I blurted out, “Could I try?” “Why not,’ Mr. Thorburn replied and added, ‘In fact, there’s a student facing her first but biggest offence today. Want to meet her?”

16 year old Leanne Choon, who was my height and build had three cases of plagiarism, three cases of exam cheating and three cases of truancy against her. I couldn’t get much out of the sullen girl, who kept her head bowed as Mr. Vanu held her. “oh, since you’re with us, why don’t you try the girls uniform. There should be some spares.” Being just under five feet and small, I guess school uniforms wouldn’t out grow me. I stepped out of my slacks and top into a blouse, skirt which reached just a third a way below my waist, black tights and flat healed shoes. I was half shocked as Vanu grabbed me too.

The medical check up was fast and well a little rough. It was practically almost a strip search and a look up at our medical history. The diapers came next and I struggled to get them on. Immediately, I was grabbed and pushed to my knees. A hand pinched my nose and I felt a silky material being rammed into my mouth. I half gagged on it and instinctively used my tongue to force it out. That was impossible as a leathery substance held it into place. Out of the corner of my eye, Leanne was already gagged and that was the last I saw of her as an opaque hood was tightened over me.

Next, the real restraining began as my wrists and ankles were encased in steel. Next was still another surprise as two thick bands—it had to be a long plastic tie or strong nylon—was wrapped above and below my C cup breasts, causing them to stand out. Ouch. The finishing touches were the chain forming the hog tie and straps around my knees.

“Ok, Claire roll but if you move further that you’re suppose to, you’ll know.” That meant that if I rolled out of my designated space, I would feel the hard shoes of the monitoring teacher. After a few minutes, it seemed better to remain still but with the tight restraints, that made hardly any difference in terms of comfort. Lying on my side seemed to be the best but the hogtie chain was really inflexible and my muscles were aching terribly. Suddenly I heard, “All girls, lie facing the ground.” With my breasts already emphasized with the straps, that meant more torture for them as they felt the roughness of the floor.

Time passed as the gags were really effective as I could barely heard the grunts of the nearby victims. Suddenly, I was yanked up from my position. “We’re letting you try the chair,” came the remark. The hogtie was removed and I was carried over a shoulder. I expected to be placed down on the hollow chair and described but instead felt someone yanking my skirt and tights. My hot diapered butt felt the coolness of air before the hard frame of the chair came next. More straps came across my chest and ankles, making sure that I could not move at all.

It was like another one and half hours before I was lifted out of the chair. Despite the hood, I knew my butt was now red and marked with the frame of the chair. “The wall” as the last and it was not simply placing one against the wall. My arms and legs were spread out in a spread eagled position, holding me against the concrete wall. As described, the wall’s temperature fluctuated. Finally, I was unchained and the hood was removed. It was like close to six o’clock and I had been in restrains and various positions for four hours. My diaper was a little soaked from sweat and my urine and I could hardly move my limbs to rub back the circulation. That however, was performed by a kind teacher.

“Want to write the detention report?” Vanu asked. I nodded and was ushered to another room. My hand took at least ten minutes to form the first word but I managed to write something worthy of a journalist in the time allocated. “That’s a pass,” Vanu remarked and finally my gag was removed. The stuff was a silky underwear which was unrecognizable. “Ow,” I finally said as I rubbed my jaw. “That really does teach one a lesson.”

I met up with Leanne who was full of tears and just wouldn’t move from the spot. “Come on, it’s over,” I said. “No-o,” she sobbed, “this is the beginning. My parents are going to give me more hell tonight.” I finally managed to coax the girl as we changed back into our knickers. “Oh,” Vanu said, passing me a disc. “For memories sake.”

It was a punishment I’ll never forget alright.

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