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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GDIT Dickesian Night edited


Stopping only to change back into my street clothes and grab my rucksack from my closet I cycled across town to Moriarty High.

Unlike us their students were in school today, mainly because various ASBOs* prevented most of them from actually taking part in tonight’s festivities. Somehow I had to sneak in, get the document and make my escape without anyone noticing me.

As I approached the school I saw the answer, as luck would have it a group of year 10or 11 girls were in the playing fields adjacent to the school-playing hockey. It must be their sports lesson. I watched them for a few minutes, they were all dressed in canary yellow T-shirts, burgundy pleated sports skirts, white knee socks and black trainers There were thin girls, fat girls, small girls and tall girls, at least three of them looked to be roughly the same height and size as me.

Of course the best way to get around the school unnoticed would be by blending in and to do that I needed a uniform. Keeping close to the walls in the hope I wouldn’t be seen I made my way to the girl’s changing room and slipped inside. There was a short passageway through to the changing room itself, the only way in or out.

Perfect, at least 30 uniforms hung on pegs or – in most cases – lay strewn on the floor. I began trying on blouses looking for one that fitted. I finally found one and hastily began to change, stuffing my own clothes into the rucksack.

Maybe it was just an in-built prejudice but I didn’t like the uniform. The beige, almost transparent blouse was a bit garish, Then there was the black skirt which in the case of whoever I was borrowing this particular uniform from was little bigger than some of my belts. (Gosh, that makes me sound like mum – it’s true though the skirt was tiny.) I fought tights,  hoping they were clean and pulled them on. Shoes and just as I was finishing off the Windsor knot in my borrowed red & blue Moriarty school tie I heard voices and froze. Someone was outside.

“Do you want me to come in with you Vicki? That ankle looks pretty bad.”

“No, you get back out on the field. I’ll be fine from here. I think it’s just a sprain. I’m just going to sit in the changing rooms and rest it for a bit.”

“Are you sure?”

“Course I’m sure. Tell you what, if it’s no better by the end of practice you can help me to the nurses office okay?”

“Okay” I heard footsteps in the doorway. Now I was in trouble – I was cornered and in a few seconds this Vicki would see me and raise the alarm. I’d be lucky to get out of there alive.

“Hey Vicki” I heaved a sigh of relief as her friend called out to her again, but I knew I only had a moment’s respite.
“Yeah?” Vicki had paused, taken a couple of steps back towards the door even.
“Do you want me to get Suzie back for you?”
“Yeah, break the bitch’s kneecaps – both of them.”

I realised that I had two advantages; one was that Vicki was apparently injured while I was (reasonably) fit; the other was one of surprise. The other was that while I knew she was coming, she didn’t know I was waiting for her.

I desperately looked round for something to disguise myself with; a pair ofdark blue tights lay on a bench to one side. I gave them a quick sniff; they smelt of sweat but weren’t too bad. Trying my best not to breathe in I pulled one leg over my head. Everything took on a slightly fuzzy blue hue but a quick glance in a nearby wall mirror confirmed that my face was sufficiently disguised. Not that I expected this girl to recognise me but if I managed to pull off what I intended I didn’t want my description being circulated among the year 10 girls. There were at least two girls here who knew me by sight and I didn’t want either of them recognising my description.

Quickly grabbing a handful of neckties from the hooks around me I crossed the room and pressed my back to the wall, hiding myself as best as I could. The doorway was to my right and my best hope was that the girl would walk in and head straight for the benches without looking round. It was a mad crazy gamble but it was better than getting my face smashed to a pulp.

The inner door swung open and the girl limped in using her hockey stick as a crutch. As I’d hoped she didn’t bother looking round just made her way carefully to the bench closest to the door. I took a moment to assess her before pouncing; she was about 170cm, skinny with a long neck and bleached blonde hair tied in bunches. She was dressed as all the other girls had been in a yellow T-shirt, short pleated burgundy sports skirt and white knee socks. There were no trainers on her feet and I guessed she’d taken them off, perhaps to make her bad ankle more comfortable.

Reaching the bench Vicki set down her hockey stick and made to sit down. This was it, now or never, while her back was to me. There was no time for stealth, I just had to leap on her and get this over with.

With a hearty cry of – of something or other I’ve no idea now, I just remember running out screaming – I ran towards the unsuspecting girl and pinned her face down on the bench. She struggled and lashed out but with her nose pressed against the wooden bench she couldn’t do much.

Now came the tricky part, I had to secure my captive, something I hadn’t done before. Well, once but that was a friend of Dippy’s and it was hardly a fair fight, she was barely half my size. Oh, and I had plenty of experience of being tied up but when it comes to tying up other people, well I wasn’t really sure how to begin. For the moment I had her tightly pined to the bench but I knew I had to move to start tying her and that was where I risked her getting loose, perhaps even gaining the upper hand. If that happened I was a goner.

Still, I couldn’t sit on her indefinitely; I had to do something. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Vicki’s discarded hockey stick.The benches in this room were placed back to back in 3 columns like supermarket aisles and along the back of the benches separating them was a wire mesh, like chicken wire. I grabbed the hockey stick with my free hand and experimentally placed it along side the wire; excellent, the holes in the wire were just large enough to fit the handle through.

Resting the hockey stick against the back of Vicki’s neck I pushed it through the net until the head was pressing against the side of her neck. There now she was pinned down. I could relax a little and ease up. First though I fumbled for her arms. Grabbing her bony wrists I pulled them together behind her back and began to tie them together with one of the neckties I’d picked up. All the time I could hear her cursing me and threatening to get even but her words were muffled by the wooden bench kissing her mouth. Just to be extra careful I tied her wrists again with a second neck tie just above the first. I didn’t want to risk her getting loose.

The tights over my head were getting uncomfortably sweaty, I had to take them off but I couldn’t risk Vicki seeing my face. Luckily there was a towel hanging from one of the hooks over my head, I grabbed it and folded it as neatly as I could before wrapping it around her eyes and tying it at the back of her head.

Satisfied she couldn’t see me I pulled the blue nylon mask off of my head. My face felt moist and clammy and my hair was sticking up in clumps, I was going to have to freshen myself up before I left. First things first though. Very carefully I removed the hockey stick from the back of Vicki’s neck and taking her by the shoulders helped her to sit up. With her hands tied behind her back there was little she could do to protest.
“Why you little bi-mmph” she started to say before I managed to wad the smelly blue tights in her mouth. I used another necktie to secure the gag in place. Great another hosiery gag.

“Can you walk?” I asked softly trying to keep my voice low and disguise my accent at the same time. She shook her head meekly, I was a little surprised, from what I knew of Moriarty girls they didn’t normally give in this easily.

“Well you’d better try” I demanded standing up and pulling her with me. I’d spied a janitor’s closet set into one wall and I figured that would be the best place to stash her so she wouldn’t be found straight away. I began to walk forcing Vicki to walk with me.

After a couple of steps she faltered, screaming with pain through her gag and her legs started to buckle. Instinctively I tried to help her and that was my big mistake. I struggled to get a hold of her by the shoulders but Vicki suddenly and unexpectedly lashed out. She head butted me on the chin and pulled away, apparently intending to make a run for it. I staggered back letting go and she started to run, only to collapse with a (heavily muffled) yelp, this time of genuine pain.

I had no time to feel sympathy for the girl though. Reeling and shaking my head to clear it I leapt on top of her again, this time sitting on her stomach. Grabbing her kicking legs and reaching for more ties from my small collection I tied them together above and below the knee. Despite her escape attempt I felt sorry enough for her not to tie her ankles, the last thing I wanted to do was aggravate a genuine injury.

When I was done I stood up again, I watched the captive Vicky for a moment, she lay on her back, Blindfolded, gagged and bound, giving little feeble kicks with her good foot at where she imagined I might be. It felt strangely empowering to be on the other end for once.

I checked my watch. It was 2.20, time was running out. Grabbing Vicki by the collar of her T-shirt I dragged the struggling, mmpphing girl towards the closet, she was heavy and she put up a struggle but for once I had the advantage of not being the one tied up.

Reaching the closet I opened the door and rolled her inside before closing it again. I listened carefully at the door, she was still shouting and cursing at me through her gag but it was barely audible. Good, with 30 odd girls in here all shouting and screaming there was little chance they’d hear her cries for help from in there.

I fished a comb from my rucksack, wetted it and combed back my hair. Then I wetted my face to make myself more presentable.
I had to get to the library but I had no idea where that was, leaving the changing rooms as casually as I could manage – not easy when your heart’s beating at 10 times the normal rate – I headed across the courtyard into the main school building.

I looked round and she had already turned her back to me. I noticed that her cardigan was rather big for her and hung slightly off her shoulders. Before I knew what I was doing I had grabbed her cardigan by the collar and pulled it down about her elbows, the cardigan had buttons up the front, about half of which were fastened and my action succeeded in trapping her arms against her sides.

I honestly expected her to start screaming at this point and calling for help but she was surprisingly calm and detached.

“Vicki” she said and I had to remind myself she was talking to me “What do you think you’re doing? Let me go at once. This isn’t funny.”
She struggled a bit testing her restraints and fumbled for the buttons on her cardigan. Not daring to speak in case my voice betrayed me I grabbed her hands and held them together in front of her, Miss Harris had surprisingly slender wrists and while I don’t have big hands I found I could just about hold both her wrists in my left hand while I used my right one to undo the belt that was loosely tied around the waist of her cardigan.

Taking one end of the belt I wound it around her wrists three times knotting it securely, I still had more than half the belt left. I forced Miss Harris to sit on a chair and pulling her bound wrists forward I wound the free end around both her ankles. When I was finished she was stooped forwards in the chair, unable to lift her wrists any higher than her knees.
All the time she was talking to me (to Vicki, even now I find it hard to credit myself with what happened in the library), reasoning with me, calmly demanding to be untied.
In the end I couldn’t listen to her any more, I spied a white lace handkerchief poking out of the corner of her cardigan pocket and I grabbed it, wadded it up into a ball and stuffed it in her mouth, cutting her off mid speech.

The woman continued to talk although her speech was less coherent now. I could see her tongue was already working at the gag trying to push it free, before she could do so I whipped off my Moriarty High neck tie and wound it round and round her mouth before knotting it between her teeth. Finally she fell silent; her big brown eyes looked up at me with a mix of trepidation and anger as she tried to maintain her authority status despite the circumstances.

I smiled at her apologetically “I-I’m truly sorry about this,” I managed to say, then I grabbed my rucksack and ran for the exit.

“Hang on in there” I whispered. “I’ve got the ransom. You’ll be free in no time.”
Giving the boot what I hoped would come across as a reassuring pat I took my torch and the documents and entered the stone shelter. Inside it was surprising well lit. Lanterns hung from the walls illuminating the open barn-like space. In the centre of the barn was a wooden chair and sat in that chair was Kelly Macintosh. Her hands were tied around the back of the chair and criss-crossing white ropes covered her chest and legs; from shoulders to ankles there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t covered in rope and her mouth was sealed with black tape.
Her head hung forward against her chest and at first I wondered if she might be unconscious, but then she groaned slightly and her eyelids flickered open. Her eyes widened when she saw me and I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile.
From behind me came a slow handclap.
“So the legendary Charlotte Angel saves the day again” A familiar female voice purred.
Slowly I turned round. In the doorway stood the Cat, exactly as I remembered from Halloween Night, she was dressed in the same black leather jump-suit and pixie boots, her face and hair were hidden under a pink motorcycle helmet with a tinted visor. Who is this girl? I asked myself. And how does she know so much about me?
“You bought the item I requested?” It was more a statement than a question.
“Of course” I waved the document by way of proof “Now let Kelly go and you can have it”
“I’m sorry. You seem to have forgotten I call the shots here” she replied coldly. She clicked her fingers and a man in a black motorcycle helmet appeared from the shadows snatching the documents from my hand. He took them to the masked woman and she perused them briefly.
Apparently satisfied she nodded and handed the papers back to her henchman.
“Okay let’s go” she said and snapped her fingers again. There was the roar of engines starting up and two motorbikes appeared in the open doorway. Breaking into a run the Cat and her associate hopped onto the back of the bikes and the drivers sped off.
By the time I got to the door of the barn they were gone.
Behind me Kelly let out a low moan through her gag and I hurried back to where she was tied in the centre of the barn.
Removing the tape from her mouth, a pairs of knickers fell out. I turned my attention to the ropes that held her in the chair, whoever had tied her had done a good job, I’d never seen so much rope used on one person and there were knots everywhere. I fished in my rucksack for a penknife and as I did so I asked Kelly to tell me what had happened.

Friday December 5th 2003 was a night I’m not likely to forget in a hurry. With three weeks to go before Christmas Crooksville was hosting it’s annual ‘Dickensian’ evening – a mix of late night shopping and charity fund raising. I’d been looking forward to it, even though I was going to be working in Mr Keats’s bookstore all night. Then my elder sister Verity had volunteered me to be ‘kidnapped’ by the local Pixies. The Pixies are a bit like the Brownies, they are a group for 7-12 year old girls where they can socially interact with each other and earn merits for different skills. I hope they don’t give merits for knot tying I thought grimly as I walked round the market place waiting for the girls to find me.
I felt a bit self-conscious especially as I was dressed as a Victorian street urchin. I was wearing a black jacket with tails, white crinkled shirt, grey checked trousers and black brogues, with a grey cap and grey wool scarf. I also had on a pair of white pop socks under my shoes, just because they were comfortable (hey my underwear was anachronistic too, no one said I had to be 100% Victorian).
” Excuse me are you Charlotte Angel” asked a voice. I looked round and saw two girls in the bright pink uniforms of the Pixies, it consists of a high collar jacket, T-shirt and below the knee pencil skirt in an old fashioned style that I think must date back to the 1940s at least. I wouldn’t be seen dead in an outfit like that I thought. The girl who had spoken was of Asian descent with shoulder length hair tied in plaits behind her ears. She wore a pair of black trainers with her uniform and had a coil of white rope slung over one shoulder. The second girl was white with close cut blonde hair and wore pink calf boots.
I nodded and smiled at them “Please, call me Charlie”
The blonde girl grabbed my arm “Come with us” she said without returning my smile.
The two girls led me through the square and down a side road. The shoppers bustled about us, most ignored us but a few people stopped to watch, a couple even cheered the girls on. I saw my friends, Roxy and Laura, stop to stare and gave them a friendly wave.
“Stop that” Snapped the Asian girl “No one is going to rescue you.”
“Wh- What are you going to do with me?” I played along fighting back a fit of the giggles.
“We’re going to take you to our hideout and hold you for ransom” the blonde girl said.
The girls stopped in a side road “Put your hands in front of you” said the Asian girl. I did so and she wound the rope around them knotting it securely.
“Ow, does it have to be that tight?” I asked lamely.
“Silence Prisoner” she said harshly “Or you will be gagged”.
Her blonde accomplice produced a pink wool scarf and I crouched down so she could tie it round my eyes. As she did so she whispered in my ear. “You’re lucky it’s Anna. Our pack leader’s much worse. She’s got merits for knot tying”
Oh, goody I thought what have I let myself in for? I am so going to have words with Verity when this is over.
Blindfolded and unable to see I was led by my bound wrists for what felt like 20 minutes. The longer we walked the less noise I could hear and it was obvious we were getting further and further from the town centre. The concrete beneath my brogues gave way to grass and I suspected given the general direction we’d been walking in, that we must be in the park. Finally I heard a door creak open and I was led in to a wooden building.
“Okay sit down.” said a voice, I think it was Anna’s but I’m not sure. Obediently I let myself be guided to a wooden chair and sat down. Immediately I felt more rope being wound around my waist securing me to the chair. At the same time someone was at my feet tying my legs together at the ankle.
“Right Lucy, pass me the camera”
I heard the click and whirl of a Polaroid camera thought about smiling for the picture but decided it might be better for the cause if I at least tried to look scared instead. Another photo was taken and a third.
“Okay Lucy I’m going to start collecting the ransom. You stay and guard the prisoner till Pack Leader gets here”
I heard the door to the clubhouse, or barn – wherever it was I was being held – swing open and close again. Anna had gone, I wondered idly how much I was worth to the citizens of Crooksville, I wasn’t exactly in Kelly Macintosh’s league but I was a bit of a local celebrity, albeit a reluctant one. In the 4 months that I’d been here I’d witnessed and even thwarted several crimes, and got my picture in the Oxford Mail twice. Having said that I was still a relative outsider.
After a few minutes I could bear the silence no longer. “Hello” I said, “Lucy is it?”
“I’m not supposed to speak to you” She said, “Pack leader wouldn’t like it”
“I won’t tell if you don’t”
“She’ll find out. She always does. She scares me”
“What’s to be scared of? What can she do to you?”
“She’ll punish me, like she did before”
I began to feel slightly uneasy, was this girl being bullied?
Before I could press her any further the door creaked open again
“What’s going on here Anna? Why isn’t the prisoner gagged?” I guessed this was the pack leader, there was something familiar about her voice, why did I recognise it? I didn’t know any young girls in this village, did I?
“S-Sorry Pack Leader. We didn’t think we needed to, she came quietly”
“Never mind, go and stand guard outside, I’m expecting a visitor, Don’t let anyone through without the password, right?”
“Y-yes, pack leader” There was an uncomfortable silence that I could sense even through the blindfold “Er – pack leader?”
“Yes”
“What is the password?”
“What it’s always been – ‘Pixies Forever’”
I heard Lucy open the door and go outside. The Pack Leader turned her attention to me.
“Hello Auntie Lotte” she chirped and for a moment my blood ran cold. It was Amber Matthews, my kid sister’s best friend. She was a horror and a brat; I hadn’t seen her since the previous Friday when I’d been baby sitting her and Dippy. They’d tricked me and tied me up but with a little help from my boyfriend Mark I’d managed to turn the tables on them. Amber had been pretty angry with me for getting the better of her and had sworn her revenge. Had I realised she was a Pixie I doubt I would have agreed to this kidnap stunt.
“Hello Amber” I replied keeping my voice steady “I would say it’s nice to see you but I can’t see anything just at the moment”
Ignoring my attempt at humour Amber continued “You humiliated me last week, in 6 years no one has ever managed to tie me up like that, Never”
“What can I say, maybe I know more about ropes than yo-ow” I let out an involuntary yelp of pain as Amber tightened the ropes that held me in the chair “What are you doing? I’m not planing to escape”
“Better safe than sorry”
I bit back a fit of the giggles as it dawned on me that Amber was almost inevitably wearing the same prim pink uniform as the girls who had ‘kidnapped’ me. Somehow it didn’t seem to fit with her tough tomboy image.
“Why don’t you take the blindfold off Amber?” I asked “I’d love to see you in your Pixie uniform. Tell me Amber are you a pretty little Pixie? I’ll bet you are. Why I’d bet anything you look cute as a button, all in pink”

“Shut up” She snapped “Don’t diss the uniform, no one disses the Pixie uniform. You say another word and I’ll make you regret it”

“Oooh, I’m scared Amber” A favourite tune of dad’s came to mind, Pretty in Pink, I think it was by the Psychedelic Furs but they were a bit before my time. I hummed a few bars of it for Amber’s benefit and I swear I could feel her blush.

“You won’t be laughing when your visitor gets here” Amber scolded, although I thought I heard a slight waver in her voice. I guess I got to her but it was a hollow victory, she’d gotten to me as well.

“Visitor? What visitor?” I asked. Despite myself I felt a little scared, just how vindictive was Amber? Tied to a chair and blindfolded I was completely at her mercy; she could let anyone in to get at me. I thought back to earlier that day and the Moriarty student I’d left bound and gagged in the girl’s changing rooms. Could she have worked out who I was? Would she be out for revenge? She wasn’t my only enemy either though most of them were in borstal or prison.

“Let’s just say an anonymous party offered us a considerable donation in exchange for some time alone with you.”

“And was that a donation to the charity or to you personally”
“Both” Well at least she was honest about it.
I heard the door open again, the newcomer didn’t speak but Amber did.
“You got here then. Have you got my money?” I heard a rustle of notes and wondered how much Amber was getting. “Spot on, well she’s all yours. I’ll be outside, just shout when you’re done.”
The door creaked shut and a silence fell on the room. I had no idea who was in the hut with me. Part of me was terrified.
Finally after what felt like an age the person spoke “Charlotte Angel we meet again” a feminine voice purred. The cat, my arch enemy. Of course it had to be her.
“So we do” I replied doing my best to hide the fear in my voice “And to what do I owe this honour?”
“Oh I think you know, Charlotte. Do you honestly think I’d let you get away with keeping copies of that document? I told you to steal it for me not for you”
“Copies? What copies?” It was a weak bluff but worth a try I thought.
The Cat laughed “Nice try but didn’t your parents ever tell you never kid a kidder? I’ve played poker with professional gamblers, I can spot a weak bluff like yours a mile off. And besides that I know how you think Charlie – you don’t mind if I call you Charlie do you? -I know you wouldn’t let a clue as important as this slip through your fingers, not if you had the choice. Well, sorry Charlie I can’t take that risk, as soon as you left the house for our rendezvous this afternoon I had someone go into your house and relieve your sister of the copies.”
“Serendipity!” I screamed “What have you done to her you- you..” My voice trailed off as I fought back tears.
“Oh, don’t worry she’s fine.” the Cat purred “although you might want to check your wardrobe when you get home tonight. From what I hear it’s a bit cramped in there”
I pulled angrily at the ropes that held me to the chair but it was hopeless, I was too well tied.
“Relax Charlie, you’ll hurt yourself”
“Don’t call me Charlie,” I said through gritted teeth “Only my friends call me Charlie. You call me Charlotte. Got that Delores!”

The Cat froze, even through my blindfold I could sense her eyeing me up and down. Then she started clapping her hands together slowly.
“So you finally worked it out did you?” She said at length. “What gave me away?”
I had her full attention now, I thought about it carefully before answering “It’s been bothering me all day, Why would the Cat kidnap Kelly Macintosh just to get at me? It would have been far easier to snatch Serendipity or Leona, any one of my friends. Taking Kelly required a lot of planning what with getting her driver out of the way first. There had to be more to it. You specifically targeted Kelly because you wanted to get back at her as well as at me. She stole your boyfriend so you thought you’d punish her for it.
“You know I might not have made the connection even then, but you slashed her dress. That’s when I knew for certain it wasn’t a random kidnap and that Kelly had been deliberately targeted. I realised then I’d seen you driving the limo earlier, you slipped up. You’re hair was peaking out from under the cap. Red hair. All the clues were there – I just needed to piece them together.”
“Well I can’t say I’m impressed Charlie. To be honest I thought you would have got it weeks ago, maybe you’re not as smart as I thought you were”
“I still reckon I’m smart enough to bring you to justice” I retorted
She laughed coldly “I doubt it, I’ve been committing crimes a lot longer than you’ve been solving them and believe me knowing who I am and proving it are two entirely different things.”
She was right of course, no matter what I thought I knew I had no evidence. I hadn’t even realised I knew who the Cat was until a moment before I said her name out loud but suddenly 5 weeks of investigation had paid off. The stupid thing was the answer had been right under my nose all the time, at the same time I’d had my first run in with the Cat, Delores DeMontford had suddenly started stalking me. I’d been treating these as two separate mysteries; who was the Cat and why was Delores so interested in me when in reality each question answered the other.
“I’ll find a way to prove it” I told her feeling defiant “and when I do your feet won’t touch the ground, you’ll be sitting your GCSEs in a young offenders institute.”
“Ooh, fighting talk. Now I’m scared” There was a silence then she spoke again. “Still it wouldn’t hurt to teach you a lesson, just like I did Miss Big-Time Celebrity.
“You know” she added “that Pixie girl, – What’s her name? Amber? – She shows a lot of spunk, reminds me of myself at that age. Maybe I should take her under my wing. Show her the ropes so to speak. What do you reckon Charlie? Good idea? No, you’re right. I should test her first, give her a little challenge, If she comes through I may make her my protege. I’ll go talk to her now. Thanks Charlie, it’s been a blast talking to you. Now don’t go anywhere”
“Where am I gonna go?” I retorted “Ipswich”
The Cat laughed coldly. “That’s what I love about you Charlie. You have such a good sense of humour”
I heard the door open and close and realised I was alone in the hut. I pulled at the ropes that held me to the chair wishing I’d never agreed to be kidnapped, even if it was in a good cause. It was hopeless, I was securely fastened and with my arms tied down I couldn’t even reach up and remove the blindfold.

I don’t know how long I sat in that chair; no one came in to check on me. My stomach rumbled loudly and I realised I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. It had been a strange and hectic day.
Finally the door opened and I heard at least three voices chattering excitedly.
“The ransoms been collected now” said a voice I think was Lucy’s
“Was I worth much?” I asked
“Two hundred and Twenty Seven Pounds fifty-four pence. A new record. The most we ever got before was £93.06 and that was for the mayor”
I nodded impressed, then I asked myself how much of that was from Delores and I felt a little sick
“I take it you girls are letting me going now then,” I asked, not unreasonably I thought.
There was a pause before a voice I recognised as Amber’s replied “Not exactly. We’ve been offered another £25.00 if we… Well you’ll find out.”

I didn’t like the sound of that; I opened my mouth to protest but one of the girls forced a cloth into my mouth ( I think it was!) and a moment later a strip of tape held it in place.

The door to the hut creaked open yet again and I heard Amber’s voice “Okay lady, she’s all yours.”
My heart leapt into my mouth as stiletto heeled footsteps entered the hut. At the same time I could hear the girls leaving, they sounded slightly nervous. This was not good.
A surprisingly smooth hand brushed my face, inspecting my gag and blindfold to see they were secure.
“So this is the girl the boss wants humiliated?” It was a question more than a statement

“That’s her” I was surprised to realise Amber was still in the room. Was this the test the Cat had intended for her? “Her name’s Charlotte and she thinks she’s some great detective. It’s pathetic really. I mean look at her, does she look like Nancy Drew to you?”

“Don’t know” the older woman replied “I was more into the Famous Five myself. Come on let’s get her ready to move”

I heard a noise like plastic snapping and a sickly sweet aroma pervaded my senses.

“The boss invented them” I heard the woman explain to Amber “Chloroform phials, you crack them open, hold them under the nose and Hey Presto.”

“So, she’s unconscious?”

No I thought, I can hear every word you say.

“Not exactly. As I understand it she’ll still be able to hear us for a while. The drug paralyses at first, sleep comes a little later. It will knock the fight out of her though so it’s safe to untie her.”

Sure enough I felt the ropes fall away from my arms, legs and finally my wrists but I felt as limp as a rag doll. I just slumped in the chair.

“Right” said the woman “I’ll hold her up while you undress her.”

Undress me? No way. I have to fight this. It was no use my muscles remained frustratingly uncooperative. I felt my jacket pulled from my shoulders, then my shirt and skirt. If I was paralysed, I would have shivered and turned bright red being exposed

“Now, quickly, tape this over her crotch. She’ll be wetting her herself because of the drug.”

Tape this? My eyesight was fuzzy as I heard the sound of adhesive but due to the lost of my sense of touch I couldn’t tell what they were doing.

What was probably hours later, I heard a voice cry out, “Miss, are you ok? Oh my gosh, you’re bound!” Seconds later, I felt hands work around my wrists and the rope I found myself bound in was free. The stranger’s hands like wise remove the rest of my leg and knee bounds and then carefully pulled away the tape. Out of my mouth came a pair of knickers–yucks!

“Here, miss, take my coat. You must be cold, al’ naked,” I looked down and gave a yelp: My bra was missing and I was wearing…oh my gosh! A nappy! I turned a beetroot red.

“Miss, let me call the coppers,” he said, yamking out his mobile.

Suddenly, the events of the past few hours flooded back to me. “No, no, there no time! Do you have a car? Can you quickly drop me at…” I gave him my address.

Fishing my front door key from a mat (luckily mum kept such a key) I let myself into the house. “Serendipity!” I called out her name again “Serendipity!”

No reply. I cast my mind back to my conversation with Delores earlier. ‘Best check your wardrobe’ She’d said. I took the stairs two at a time and threw open my bedroom door.

“Serendipity are you in here?” I shouted

A soft thud from inside the wardrobe was my only response.

Hastily I made my way to the far side of the room and turned the key, opening the wardrobe door. A small pink and blue bundle fell out at my feet.

It was Serendipity! her clothes were removed and she was wearing her blue knickers and training bra. Her wrists had been handcuffed behind her back and she was tape gagged.I eased the gag from her mouth an another pair of knickers fell out.

“Dippy can you tell me what happened?”

“I-I’m not sure. It all happened so fast. Amber came round and I was showing her the information I’d gotten for you. Then she had to go to this Dickensian thing. Next thing I know there’s this big woman in a ski mask stood over me, don’t know how she got in. She makes me hand over the disc and the copies of that document you bought back earlier. Then she does something to the computer, drags me up here and ties me up, stuffs me in the closet. Oh, Lotte, I’ve never been so scared. Wait, why are you naked and wearing a nappy?”

School girl’s punishment


This is a fictional story. Any reference to any real world events is purely coincidental. I have no qualms with the institutions in real life.

The principals of SBGS, MYGH and THIJ were summoned to the Department of Teaching one scorching afternoon.

“Ladies”, he began, “all your girls have faired terribly in terms of behaviour during and outside school hours. This must stop. I know you have light and simple punishment practices. This must change. I am giving you three a week to implement tough punishment practices and I want to see the them personally. If not, you will find yourself and each of your institutions literally gone. Remember, there’s no more Rights of the Child or Human Rights so you are free to perform anything you like. now get moving”.

Stunned by the demand, the three ladies retreated and each mulled over exactly how to meet the dateline. The week was over and the administrator first visited SBGS. “So, what is your plan?” he enquired. In response, the principal guided him to a room that had the strong odour of baby power. There, a student was strapped to an operating table and gagged with several strips of duct tape. In the place of her light blue sleeveless uniform was a translucent top that reached only to her waist. The student’s vulva was exposed and he watched as it was shaved with a blunt razor. After many muffled cries and impeded struggling, a thick disposable diaper lying under the girl was taped securely over her private part. She was slowly released but not before she was forced into some plastic underwear. “Sir, these are locking panties to prevent the student from removing the diaper. She will be kept in them as long as we determine and have to urinate in them. If need be, she too will defecate in them until the diaper is fully used. Only then will we changed it. The student is to wear only that shirt and the diaper for the whole day and that will be her standard uniform for as many days as we determine necessary. After school, she will not return home until we are satisfied and even then her parents must affirm that she is still kept in diapers when at home.”

“Very well”, the administrator said, taking down notes. He then moved to MYGH and was brought to the flagpole. There a female student was clad only in panties with her arms crossed around her breasts to cover them. The girl wasn’t gagged but as he watched, student walking past nearby picked up a something and threw it at her. Soon, the girl was covered with thick slim and grit. “Previously, girls were only told to remove bras and stay bra-less for the day. Now, they are forced to strip to their panties and chained at the legs to the flagpole. Students will inevitably pass by this area and each student must pick up the sponge filled with mud and other dirty liquids to throw at the punished girl. How long the girl stays there is up to us and the process may be repeated the following few days.”

“Alright,” he remarked and finally moved to THIJ. There he found a student strapped faced down with her naked buttocks exposed and her knees barely touching the ground. The whole auditorium was packed as the discipline master ran forward with a swish-crack as the extremely thin cane struck her skin and the girl yelled out “one”. “This is the first time female students are allowed to be caned. The minimum is ten strokes, skin is washes so that the scars are embedded but the pain will remain for a few hours. Afterwards the girl is forced to stand semi naked with her scarred butt for all to see”.

“Hmm”, the administrator thought. He then ordered all three principals back to his office. “You,” he bgan with the SBGS head, “You idea is ingenious and embarrassing to the girl. But it fails to fully humiliate the girl as she can choose to still control her own bladder and bowels”. “You,” he jabbed at the MYGH head, “You idea really humiliates the student, but she is only partially restrained.” “And you”, the said to the final head, “You may cause physical and psychological pain but unlike the previous two, you don’t really humiliate the student.”

“Nevertheless ladies, you have succeeded. For the future, all three of you must combine your methods. That means diaper the student; get others to throw mud at them and cane them hard. This way, girls will behave”.

Tied with only a towel on


This is a fake story and the character is not me .

It was several years back when I was seventeen and I was home for the holidays, having studied at some institution in New Mexico. It was a sweltering hot day (as it usually where I live) So I took plenty of time showering. I exited and examined my naked form in my bathroom mirror, seeing a rather short girl with hair still not long enough. My face at least was clear of acne but still quite full of baby fat and my boobs were still of just alright size, but neither was it the kind to attract guys. All I had been my music compositions. Oh well, I thought as I tuck my towel around my bosom and headed out to the room I shared with my sister.

All of a sudden, I was grabbed from behind and with lightning speed, carried over to my bed. “Wha…mmmphg!!!” a hand muffled my voice while I felt another dragging my skinny hands behind my back. Was this a break in?

The next voice told me the opposite, “we haven’t done this in a long time, Claire”. Freaking hell, it was my younger brother James who had tackled me. “This” definitely refered to Tie Up Games which we both played until when I turned a teenager. “you idiot, you could have injured me. And why this now? We made a deal to stop this hobby”, I replied, wincing as I felt my wrists lashed together.

“Cause I never got to enjoy it sis,” came another voice, or rather my other younger brother, the baby of the family, Paul. I hardly remember him since I was away for a while but both he and James were giants compared to me and definitely stronger than a puny girl like me. Paul “joined in” by lashing my ankles together despite me kicking. At this point, I must point out that both my brothers were part of their school’s scout troop and were extremely proficient in knot tying.

“Urm guys, you know mom and dad will be home in two hours…” I started off but heard a reply that I really disliked—”They just sent me a message that they’ll be late”. “Oh shit, whatever, you guys better release me soon. Leanne will be back and ow!” I felt my still damp hair yanked back.

“Better shut her up, bro,” James commented. I heard my drawer being opened and expected them to use my socks to gag me as it was in the past. Instead, I was in with another shock as they dangled one of my panties before my eyes. “you sick perverts, don’t you dare put that ahHHH!!!” I yelled as my nose was pinched, causing me to gasp for air. “They are clean aren’t they sis?” Paul asked. I struggled with all my might but only heard James replying, “guess there are”. Almost immediately, my undies were stuffed into my mouth. “Mmmmp!” I cried, trying to spit the undergarment out. The sound of tape ripping was hard and the next thing I knew, my lower jaw was wrapped with a huge round of duct tape.

It wasn’t the first time I had stuff gag in my mouth but it certainly was the first time I was gagged with my own panties. Even though they were a clean pair from my drawer, I nearly had a gag reflex thinking about what was resting in my oral cavity. Now I’d only come aacross the talk of panty gags once during a conversation in high school but that was it. My brothers must have read something of BDSM or adult website.

I was about to continue struggling however my sadistic brothers held me tight. “We just wanna have fun, Claire,” James hissed into my ear and the next thing I felt was his palm smacking my naked butt. “MppH!” I cried, but my younger brother’s arms held me down as James continued swatting my butt. Mind you, spanking and caning was the norm in my family since any child was able to walk. I had my fair share of spankings till I “graduated” during my early teens, as my dad put it, but the king of all spanks was my bratty brother Paul. Anyway, being spanked was definitely a distant memory and now the pain was relived as James’ palm made contact with my delicate bottom. “MmpphFFFFFFFFFFFF!!” “Mppgggh!!!” “Mmmgah” I cried with each swat, picturing the colour change of my butt.

Ten swats later, the hands shifted and Paul’s gleeful remark came, “My turn, Clai-re”, he said, stretching my name. “Smack” “That’s for calling me Paulie almost every other day!” “Smack!” “That’s for making me you servant when I was six!” “Smack!” “That’s for your idiotic and terrible singing and Tori Amos music every night!” Suddenly, as I braced for the next spank, the door creaked open and I knew that my sister was home.

I heard the loudest scream of the F word by both my brothers simultaneously as part of my sister’s body appeared. “Claire, I…” Leanne’s sentence was cut off as Paul instantly dragged her into the room. My twelve year old sister reacted by kicking her younger brother in his stomach. “Yoew!” Paul cried but managed to tackle Leanne in a bear hug. (Note: I had turned my head to one side despite being pressed to my bed. That’s why I could see this. In any case, I’m writing this years after it happened with Leanne and I remembering most of it.)

“Let me go…what the hell are you guys doing to Claire?” Leanne screamed as she struggled in Paul’s grip. Let me digress here to tell you about my sister. We’re direct opposites in almost everything. She has been inclined towards natural sciences such as biology and chemistry, I’m interested in the social sciences. She hates art and craft work while I’ve hundreds of self made aprons, napkins and trinkets. And personally, I think she’s way prettier than I am. At her age, I was super short (and am still short), had messy hair and fat in the wrong places. Leanne’s growth spurt has been pretty fast and she was several inches taller despite the age gap. She has a body that fits perfectly with Hollister clothes (see http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/s … 0_-1_12552) and at her pre-teen age, well, her boobs were growing fast. At the age of twelve, I was practically boob-less. (In case you’re wondering, Paul’s hands were around her stomach/torso so no he wasn’t molesting her).

“You’ve just arrive at the wrong place at the wrong time, welcome to the party,” James replied as Paul switched his grip to holding her arms behind her back and dragging her to the bed. “You’re hurting her! This is worse than that time five years ago!” Yes, Leanne had witnessed me being trussed up before and was taped up once.

“Blah blah. In fact, Claire must be feeling lonely. Paul, let’s get sister 2 in a similar position.”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPH!!”I screamed through my panty filled mouth.

“Oh shaddap, Claire unless you want more tape around you underwear filled mouth,” James continued, slapping me slightly on the cheek.

“What!!??!!! You gagged Claire with her own panties! You sick perverts! Let both of us go now! I’ll tell of Mommy and Daddy when they’re back!”

“Interesting that you said that. You won’t have proof that this occurred. On the other hand, I’ve proof that you when out with a boy when Mommy said no boyfriends and you watched a movie not suitable for your age,” James replied, finally sit me up on my bed and turning towards my sister. The towel I was wrapped in had ridden up my thighs and a little more and my private part would be exposed.

“You don’t,” Leanne said with a slightly hesitant voice but James replied confidently, having secretly filmed and taken pictures. “Admit it!” he said , throwing the accusation on her again. Leanne’s eyes drooped and her expression said it all. Then with mounting trepidation in her tone, she said, “So to deal is to tie me up? Please, not like Claire! No panties in my mouth!”

“You’ll be be lucky. However, this uniform is a little too much for a nice tie up,” Paul interjected, standing her up but finally releasing her from his grip. Leanne by the way was wearing her full school uniform which was just a plain sleeveless blouse with the school cress on her left breast and a long pleated skirt.

“Loose the uniform,” he commanded.

“Noooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Leanne cried and moved away from Paul. However her younger and yet taller brother blocked her and gave her a “do it or else” look. “Okayyy you rats,” she said and proceeded to lift up her uniform top. I gave a muffled wail of regret that my sister caved in to my brothers’ demands. Leanne A cup (yes I told you she was big for her age) bra came into view and I suppose Paul and James were getting even more aroused.

“Can’t it be just like this?” Leanne protested, tossing her blouse across the room.

“No, skirt off”

Sighing, Leanne slowly worked the clasp of her school skirt, turning red as she did so. The reason came clear as only her panties came into view. You see, it was the norm for all school girls from any school of any age to wear their school shorts under their skirts for convenience sake (changing for Physical Education) as to prevent accidental flashing. Leanne clearly intentionally was not wearing it or there was a reason why. Her pink panties by the way, used to be mine but naturally I outgrew the,

“oh, some little gal wants to be hiao,” Paul said mocking. Hiao means sexy/slutty in Hokkien, a Chinese dialect.

That only made Leanne turn even redder with embarrassment. Paul however wasted no time and forced her to kneel. The sound of duct tape came next and Leanne wailed “shit you bastard, that hurts” as her hands were taped in her in a criss cross fashion.

“I’ve enough of your dirty mouth,” Paul remarked “bro, shall we stuff it with her undies?”

So where i left off I was still clad in a towel, bound with tight cords and gagged with my own panties. Leanne was trussed up with duct tape. Both of us were thus helpless as our brothers swatted our butts. In total i got twenty on my almost exposed bottom–James made sure he struck me on the towel covered part while Leanne got a little less than that.

“Ok, stage two,”James announced. “Mmmpph!!!” We both cried, wondering what more torture was in store. Paul’s foot steps gave a slight indication that he was retrieving something else, possibly from their room. Us sisters could only wait with our heads pressed again my bed until my youngest brother returned. The sound that accompanied him told it all.

“Ice cube time!” They cried. it was “Paul on me” and “James on Leanne” this time. With one hand holding me, Paul slide one ice cube down my small (yes its small) towel-covered cleavage. “Mppph!!! i cried both at the shock of the chilly ice as well as having my youngest sibling perform something that he only would have read from adult books. Freaking twit, I thought, James must have introduced him to websites or books.

Meanwhile, the other brother was slipped ice cubes down my helpless sister’s panties–the back around my bottom–which made her scream non stop. Give that she was clad in a bra, he simply pressed a bunch of ice cubes around her cleavage and let them melt down her body.

Suddenly, the screech of our parents’ car was heard. “Oh shit,” the boys said in unison. They quickly brandished penknives and cut us free from our bonds, leaving us to remove our own gags and dress.

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