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Mother who performs child abuse of a 11 and 13 year old


Name: Julie Wilsen (probaby fake)

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/julie.wilsen

Abuses: Diapers her 11 year old daughter/stepdaughter and 13 year old son/stephen son. Restraints them to their beds and chairs and pillars with leather restraints and gags them with (dirty) panties and duct tape. Restrains their necks as well. Bathes them and dresses them; children not allowed to bathe or put clothes.

Child Abuser and so-called Christian right mother.

Laura’s return: Continuation of Laura’s 72 Hour Hold Part III


The Next Morning

“Mmmm…” Dr Stephanie Blymire groaned as she had another round sex. She always loved sex in the early morning; it helped provide her with the energy and commitment for the day.

“Mmm yourself, time for you to prepare yourself. You have a patient to treat,” her partner responded as he withdrew from her.

“It’s still early,” she protested but he rolled her away and told her how crucial it was for her to attend to her patient.

Several floors away, her patient was quite the opposite of the doctor. She had a horrible sleep, not just due to the constrictive restraints, gag and diaper she was in but also due to her nightmare. In the first half, she dreamt about her great time studying at college, making friends, working temporarily at various eateries and stories. In the second half, she was accused by her roommate, her hallmates, her teaching assistants, her bosses on being rebellious, shouting fighting, nearly burning down her room and damaging public buildings. At each accusation, she shouted accusations back, but each excuse made her more confused, more confused….

Laura mind was filled with the juxtaposing parts of the nightmare that Nurse Jodie had to call her name five times before she snapped out of the nightmare and opened her eyes. “Good morning, time to give you your bath and breakfast.” Laura gave her a defiant look and grumbled something.

“Don’t want to get out of here? Hear the results or your test from yesterday?” Laura continued to give the same rude look.

“Ok then,” Nurse Jodie turned away but then heard a pitiful yell. “Now, now,” she replied and once again, Laura was strapped to a gurney and blindfolded. After another series or turns, she was helped standing up in what looked like a shower area. It was stark white with only two hoses hanging from the ceiling, a small drainage hole, a seat-less toilet and table at a far corner.

“I’m going to undo your jacket and diaper, any sudden movements and you’ll regret it,” the nurse warned. But after being wrapped up for almost a day, Laura muscles were too stiff or aching to be able to give any resistance. One by one, the nurse undid each buckle then the crotch strap and yanked the straitjacket free. It took Laura two minutes before her arms dropped down to her sides. The nurse then quickly removed the adhesive strip of the diapers and to Laura’s further embarrassment, her diaper was soaking wet. Before Laura could shift or move a step, Jodie drew her hands behind her back and Laura winced as leather handcuffs secured them together. “You’re still not yet classified as a low-level case, Laura, anyway it’s for both our own safety.”

“Mmmph?!” Laura grunted, realizing she was still gagged.

“No, the muzzle remains in place. Now, try to hold still,” the nurse warned but Laura yelped again as a cold stream of water was sprayed all over her. Next some almost scent-less liquid soap was sprayed all over her body, including her dishevelled hair. Using a loofah and more water, she wiped away the soap then wiped her with a rough towel. Still restrained at her wrists and ankles, Laura was led to the bed and gasp. “Yes, dear, you still have to wear diapers; doctor’s orders. No, don’t give me that face. Don’t you want to be cured?” Unable to protest further, Laura was strapped down on the bed and a new diaper taped on her. Finally, the nurse suited her up in the same straitjacket. Wheeled out of the bathing area, Laura found herself back in the dining area. With instructions not to talk, she was fed a small breakfast of watery oatmeal and water. “Can’t have you defecating loads in your diaper,” was Jodie’s comment. Finally, once again gagged, Laura was wheeled into Blymire’s office, strapped to a chair, her bound ankles further bound to a pole connected to the chair.

“Good morning Laura,” the doctor greeted, entering from a side door and Laura didn’t return the greeting. The doctor unbuckled her gag, wiped her lips and repeated the greeting, no answer. “Do you want to know the results of the test conducted yesterday?”

Laura only blinked in response. Blymire asked the same question twice but still received no response from the college graduate. “Very well,” the doctor said, opening a tablet so both of them could read it. “You answered most questions quickly and truthfully–yes it’s quite a ‘lie detector’ test–but there were certain questions you gave hesitant or incomplete answer. For example, you won’t say why you won’t go out with your female roommate and your hall mates on weekends, even though it was to nearby outlets and not massive alcohol-filled outings. Then you very quiet initially during project work with your female course mates only to burst out in anger later. But with some classes, your anger was less frequent. Can you now say why?” Laura still sat with emotionless.

“Ok, how about why you eventually did smack your teammates during basketball but didn’t do so when you played with a mixed ladies and men’s team?” Laura still gave no answer but turned her head to stare away. “How about why you could never get along with your hall rep, and tried to sneak away on Fridays and weekends…” Laura suddenly turned her head back and spat at Blymire, but the doctor was experienced and easily dodged the spit. She spat twice more but that was it and her throat was immediately dry.

“Laura, you like to say something?” An angry face was the only reply, but that was short-lived as Nurse Jodie and two more male orderlies burst in. The panel gag quickly was locked on and with a stun gun, Laura was immediately knocked out. “Take her to the Processing room, I’ll joint shortly.”

“Processing room?” The other figure remarked, entering. “You sure you want to subject her to that?”

“Of course,” Blymire said, planting a deep kiss on the person’s lips. “You saw. She won’t provide me with any answers.”

“It’ll kill her. Ok, your move. But if it doesn’t get any results, you’re out Stephanie.”

When the other unnamed figure mentioned ‘it’ll kill her’, the description was quite close. Laura was strapped down to a metal table. She was just in her diaper and an almost transparent sheet covering her breasts. Wires were attached to all over her bare body with nearly one hundred of them around her head. Her eyes were covered in some futuristic googles while a tube was inserted her panel gag. Dr Blymire was on platform above her and as soon as she turned a dial, Laura immediately jolted as if she was being electrocuted. Over an hour later, the visual images of Laura’s college life in her freshman year appeared on the screen. Over two hours, later, the full set of her sophomore year appeared but that resulted in Laura experiencing more shocks. Blymire cut short her usual hour-long lunch and opted for a sandwich as she set the programme to a higher level, trying to extract the memories of Laura’s penultimate year. At much fiddling and shocks by Laura, she managed to a fuzzy set of images on her screen. “Now for her senior year,” she muttered and adjusted the dials. It was way into her dinner time, but Stephanie Blymire still could not get anything on her screen. Just as she reached for the dial, Laura started shaking non-stop and several of the well-adhered wires came off.

“Alright, cease it! Stop, stop now!” Blymire’s lover jammed the emergency button, ending the programme as orderlies rushed in to remove the sweat-soaked Laura from the table. Even weakened from the lack of proper food and tight bondage, Laura managed to swing at one of them but she was again knocked unconscious and quickly carted away.

“Ok, Steph, game over. It’s my turn,” her lover said.

TBC

Secondary School Tie Up Games: Tricked and Captured


Su Ying was panicking first time for her life. Not because she didn’t study well for her Maths test, but because of the photo she received via WhatsApp.

“If you want your life-long friend here [picture inserted] to survive, come to…” Su Ying didn’t immediately recognise the address, but a quick Googling told her how to get there. The main obstacles she faced was her extended science class as well as her Guides meeting which ended nearly twenty minutes later. She ran as fast as she could out of the school gates, catching the relevant bus, changed to MRT and again ran up several lanes before she reached the secluded condominium. Pausing, she rattled off the block and room number to the Indian guard who simply waved her through.

It was a maze of blocks with odd numbers and double letters but Su Ying finally found the relevant level. “Room 13,” she checked her phone again and grimaced at the site of Huiling gagged with two strips of duct tape and her arms around behind her back, her most wrists definitely bound. Hang on, Huiling, she thought, I’ll be there. Curiously enough, the door for the stated room was slightly open with a large piece of paper on the front. The two words “COME IN” was written in familiar handwriting.

Yeah right, I’ll fall for that, Su Ying thought and headed for the back door. She kicked off her school shoes but found the floor slippery. Never mind, she told herself and twisted the doorknob. It came open after the second turn and she found herself in the laundry and kitchen area. It wasn’t tidy but Su Ying slowly discovered the mess of pre-arranged. You silly boys, can’t you even think of a better plan? As she slowly twirled around to move through another broomstick on the ground, a creaking sound was heard.

“H…mmmpph!” she cried as a thick white-gloved hand covered her lips and thus muffled her cry. She instinctively kicked and pushed her arms backwards, but the person tackling her was far stronger that her petite body and she was quickly pushed down on the ground, albeit sideways. Her bare arms were quickly yanked behind her back and she felt rope tightly binding them together.

“Hey.mmph!” Some cloth was jammed into her mouth and quickly tied behind her head. She was then lifted up, cradled like a baby and quickly carried to another room. While crying through her cloth gag, she immediately recognised the dark blue and white shirt uniform of her brother and the tan brown shorts and white shirt belonging to Guoyun. Ass.ow! She was thrown down on some plastic chair where more ropes around her ankles, above and below her growing boobs.

“Mmmpph! Lemmmhgt!” She screamed.

“Better use the tape,” her brother suggested and his friend dutifully complied, pushing the cloth was further roughly pushed into her mouth and two long strips of grey duct tape sealed it in. Just as Su Ying cried a softer muffled cry, she heard a similar yell and finally saw Huiling, also taped gagged as revealed in the picture, with one of her bra straps lowered down and rope binding her breasts area, also securing to a chair.

“Be quiet both of you! Quiet!” The girls meekly obeyed but a couple of minutes later, the silence was broken as a darkish-blue pinafore was seen. The two ‘captors’ and a third dressed in also dark blue pants but with a white shirt and dark blue colour ‘pounced’ on Laura and she too was trussed up alongside Su Ying and Huiling. As if on cue, around eight minutes later, Shirleen entered, or was rather dragged inside by Victor and gave the most violent struggle. Still it was four versus one, and neither side was injured as she was restrained and gagged.

“A simple trick and all you four fell for it,” Yan Long declared triumphally.

“Shirleen nearly did give in. I had to persuade her,” Victor objected.

“Well done,” the leader declared. “Now, let’s do a check.” Check? Su Ying wondered then gasped as the boys parted the skirt area of the girl’s uniforms. One by one, starting with Huiling, then Laura, then Su Ying and finally Shirleen, the boys parted their uniforms to check if they were wearing shorts underneath.

“Yeah they all did, even Shirleen, unlike last time,” Charles smiled while the MGS girl gave him a glare with her eyes and swore under her gag.

“Ok, ladies, again, you have to try to escape from your bonds and again, please, don’t break the chairs. Last girl who gets loose gets a surprise. Go!” Each girl struggled wildly but Su Ying then remembered her new Girl Guide’s training. The answer is about the type of knots, not about jerking it, her senior once commented. Remembering her brother was also well versed at knots, she felt along the rope and identified the knots quickly. Twisting her fingers, she managed to loosen the bonds and took ten tedious minutes to remove her wrist bonds. With her hands free, it took more painful twisting to get the ropes holding her to the chair and the final act was to gently peel off the tape and yank out the now soaked cloth.

“Well done Meimei,” Yan Long congratulated his sister using the Chinese word and gave her a bottle of water. The other girls slowly got free: next was Shirleen then Laura, who in the process exposed opened her legs several times but her PE shorts kept her modesty. “Come, Huiling!” Su Ying yelled at the very first captive but the girl in an all-white uniform just couldn’t get herself free. The other three girls kept chanting her name and words of encouragement and finally, after much effort, she got loose.

Huiling squealed as she removed her gag but was pushed back down by Guoyun. “So, you were last out, so you get the forfeit!” He wrapped another piece of cloth over her jaw and wordless told her not to struggle. “Sing ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star’ with the gag. Now!”

Slightly red in the face, Huiling complied but her words came out really weird. The boys tape-recorded her singing, plugged earphones in her ears and making her listen to it. Finally, the boys declared it over and she was the first to rush out.

“Is this the best you could think of? Sending out pictures of girls captured and making them sing kindergarten songs?” Su Ying asked her brother as he cleaned up and placed the chair back in order.

“Why no, we can do worse.”

Till the next game.

Sibling Bonding


Sibling Bonding – Part 1

“Anna!” I cried. “Breakfast is ready! Anna!”

I was calling for my slightly younger sister. No, before you think my parents were randy, we are step-siblings. Long story, but yes, Anna is only about less than a year younger than me. We actually hardly ever call each other stepbrother or stepsister. We in fact were extremely close siblings.

This was so much so that we had a rule that we would each take turns to make breakfast for each other on weekends. This sibling rule came about two or three years ago and started to be a regular habit, especially since Anna recently graduated and was back home for good. Her favourite breakfast was fresh ham omelette. It was ready but it was unusual for sis not to be up on a Saturday, especially after half nine in the morning.

“Anna Louise Camden!” I rapped on her door. “Your omelette is getting cold!” I rapped again and then the door clicked, revealing a mass of red hair–yes she’s a fiery redhead. “Morning James,” she finally replied. I noticed she was still in her PJs. “Can you give me a minute. I need to look for something.”

“Your meal’s getting cold. What are you look…is that a handcuff?” Her door may have been slightly open but it was clearly not a bracelet or accessories around her right wrist.

“Uh…”

“Why do you have a handcuff around your wrist? Did something happen to you last night?” It couldn’t be as Anna was home earlier than me and we both wished each other good night.

“Uh…it’s a long story. Could you help find the key? It’s a small plastic piece.” Still curious, i bent down with her and quickly spotted the object. “Thanks, bro. Will be down in a jiffy.”

About ten minutes and an almost cold omelette later, Anna was down in jeans and a short sleeved blouse, well low cut enough to almost reveal her small cleavage if she bent over.

“Ok, spill it. Why were you handcuffed?”

“You promise not to tell anyone else?”

“I’m your brother and close friend,” I reminded her, dying to know.

“Ok, brother, it’s a drama prop. Specifically, a prop from a dram play back at uni.”

“I didn’t know you were in drama. I thought you were dancing.”

She gave me a “may I continue?” look and she did. “It was my friend’s play and i volunteered to help out with back stage stuff. It wasn’t exactly a glamorous job but being backstage meant you could get a free pass to watch the actual event.” She paused to finish a bit more of my cooked breakfast.

“Anyway, the show was part of my friend’s overall drama degree, focusing on the challenges of life. One part of it involves the protagonist being temporarily kidnapped and coerced to perform illegal activities. These,” she paused for a while, “are the handcuffs my friend was locked in.”

“And how…wait let me guess. You were trying to renact the play?”

My sister’s skin turned red, almost matching her hair colour. “Uh yes…please please don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t tell anyone that you were trying to re-enact a play?”

“I mean… you know…being hand..” her voice trailed off and she reached for her tea.

I guessed immediately what she meant but didn’t want to further the subject. Breakfast done, we washed up and I asked her what were her plans for the rest of the day.

“Nothing much, was supposed to go out but the meeting was postponed. You?”

I replied the same. I brought out the cloth for wiping the table and did so, and in the process touched the handcuffs.

“The play must have had a lasting impact on you,” I commented, bringing it up again.

Anna turned and I saw her skin bright red again. “Uhm, how did you guess?”

“Well, I don’t exactly have your BA in Philosophy but I know you well enough to know that you like to keep memories.”

“It was a drama act that was sort linked to philosophy,” she said, wiping the last of the dishes.

“And the – what did you say? Hostage scene must have been closely linked to some philosophical theme.”

“Uh huh,” she replied, wiping her hands. “That was the most intense part.”

“How was it exactly?”

“Ok, let’s head to the living room.” My heart pounding, both of us did so and Anna sat on one of the chairs, arms inserted into the gaps in the chair.

“Well, she was handcuffed to the chair like this,” Anna demonstrated.

“Hands handcuffed to that sort of chair?”

“Yeah, some other team member had a chair in her house like this and brought over,” Anna said.

“Ok, how was she exactly handcuffed?” Come on…

I suddenly snapped the cuffs over my pretty sister. “Like this?”

“OW! James!”

“Come on, Anna, you handcuffed yourself this morning,” I argued. Yes, my little sister cuffed!

“Ok, yeah like this,” she said. I noticed she didn’t have the expression of “what the heck did you do” that most would have had.

“And what next in the scene?”

“Well, the character was intensively questioned,” she continued, slightly twisting in the restraints.

“Like, now Miss Camden, tell me where the crown jewels are?” I changed my tone to a slightly to a slightly sinister one.

“Somet…I won’t tell you!” She had slipped into the act seamlessly.

“Perfect, So what happened if the girl failed to answer the question?”

“Uh,” she closed her eyes. “The girl was uh..”

“Was what?”

“…tortured”. She mumbled the word.

I tried not to hide my excitement as I prodded further. “How was she tortured?”

“Uh, James, really can we postpone this. I think I get the idea now.”

I dragged over a chair a sat next to her. “Do you really want to stop Anna? Or are you hiding something?”

She shifted slightly and did answer so I repeated myself. “Anna, you really really liked the position the character was in right?”

“Jam..please don’t…ok I give. Make sure you don’t tell anyone.” I gestured for her to continue. “I always wanted to be a Damsels in Distress.” Ah hah! My sister, step sister, a DiD.

So for the next few minutes she spilled the beans oh how she dreamt since young of being a captive by evil men or monsters in various situations. “So..uh these cuffs were like the great objet every and I uh…” she trailed off, her skin tuning red again.

“So, what happened to the character?”

“She was uh tortured with…please don’t James….”

“Spill it.”

“Ice. No please don’t!” But I ignored her cries and ran back to the kitchen. Within a few minutes I was back with a few ice cubes wrapped in a dish towel. “James, I don’t wa…AH!!!” I pressed the ice again her left arm. “AH!” she cried again, as I repeated it against her other arm. “James Carden! Sto..AH!” I pressed the icy block against her cheeks.

“That’s for not answering the question Miss Camden.” I returned to my sinister voice.

“Ok, ok…ah!” I pressed yet another against her neck. By this time, part of the ice began to melt, causing a damp spot that trickled down to her boobs. “James! Enough!”

I nodded and discarded ice and cloth. “But you liked that right?”

“Ok, yes that how it sort of happened. But…”

“Tell me what happened after the torturing.”

“It’s a long story.”

“Tell me Anna. You’ve no place to go for now.”

“She was g…”

“Was what? Speak up.”

“Gagged. But…”

“Gagged how?”

“With t…” I didn’t wait for Anna to finish her sentence and ran up the stairs. Where was…ah ha! It was the family medical kit, which mum kept around since we became a family. I headed back down and Anna’s eyes widen as she saw what was in my hands. “James, I really think you should….mmmmmphh!!!” her sentence turned into a gag speech.

Part 2

So where I left off, I had found my stepsister Anna handcuffed to one wrist early one Saturday morning. After much prompting, I discovered she had helped out with some drama play were the character had been bound with handcuffs, thus explaining her with that item at home. One thing lead to another and Anna was soon cuffed to a chair, her hands behind her. She then explained that the character had also been gagged so I gleefully got some medical tape and pasted it over her mouth.

“Mmmmppph, lmmme upppp!!” She screamed.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Anna just continued to wail through the gag until I peeled it off.

“James!” She glared at me and said “stop this! Un-cuff me at once!”

“Why? You want this don’t you?” I admit it, I was trying to torture her psychologically.

“Release me at once!” She screamed as she tugged at the cuffs.

“That’s mum and dad’s special chair. If you break it, you pay for it,” I warned her.

“Damnit…”

“Language, language, sister. Now tell me, how was the character gagged?”

“James…” I reached over and ticked her sides, starting from her tummy, to her legs, back to her tummy. then her sides and even near her boobs, feeling her bra as I did so and getting a slight erection. “James…James…” she wailed.. “stop this!!”

“Tell me how it went, or I’ll tickle forever,”

“No…”

I pressed my fingers deeper into her sides. “Ok, ok stop it!” She yelled.

“So spill it…”

“I…uh..it’s embarrassing…”

“Say it…”

“No…”

“Fine, I’ll just tape gag you,” I proceeded to rip off another piece of tape

“Ok, I give. The girl was also gagged, tape gagged with a…”

“Go on…”

“With a…oh my gosh…it’s so embarrassing….”

“Say it…”

“pair of her…knick….” but I got it and ran back upstairs to her room, grabbed one of the items from her drawer and ran back downstais. “James, no stop it! I won’t have my undies in my mouth!”

“Why not?”

“Because…” she turned red in the face. “It’s disgusting!”

“But you seem so happy being cuffed and re-enacting the scene,” I played with her mind as she sat there.

“No…uh…” she sounded weak.

“Open your mouth Anna,” I ordered, sounding almost like a kidnapper or crook.

“It’s dir..ty…”

“It’s a clean pair, from your drawer,” I argued. Unless my stepsis puts her dirty pants in her drawer…

“James…” she pleaded but I tickled her with one hand causing her to open her mouth. It was wide enough for the bikini like undies – wow, nice choice sis — to fit inside. I then plastered a new piece of tape over her mouth.

“Try yelling..” I told her.

“Mmmmpppp,” it came out as a softer cry.

“Now, that’s not too bad right sis?” I gave her a slight kiss on her red hair then sat down next to her, reading my kindle. I continued to read my book, occasionally looking and watching Anna struggling and grunt through the underwear gag. After maybe an hour or so, I heard her yelp three times through the gag and tug at her cuffs. “What?” I asked.

“Mmmpp, Tmmm,” she wailed.

I waited for a while then moved to peel off the tape, extracting the saliva-soaked knickers out–yucks! “What?” I repeated.

‘James, I need to…pee,” she croaked.

“Yeah right,” I was about to stuff the underwear back when she shook her head.

“Fine, hold on,” I finally uncuffed her right wrist and as she stood up, I brought the cuffs in front and secured them in front of her.

“James!”

“What? You can take off your jeans using your hands.”

“Don’t be silly; release me!”

“Ok, ok,” I did so but then held her firm. “But you don’t need your mouth to pee.” I stuffed the soaked undies back inside and re-sealed her mouth. I remembered that line from some movie.

She glared at me before proceeding to the nearby loo. Minutes later, my gagged stepsis exited straight into me and I cuffed her right hand. “Mmmpphh!” she cried.

“It’s not over yet,” I announced, leading her to the kitchen again and securing the other ring to the sides of a table. I brought a can of soup and started to boil it.

Minutes later, I finally peeled off the tape and extracted the underwear from her mouth, placing it on the table.

“Thanks…” she croaked then I gave her a cup of water to hydrate her mouth.

“Can you uncuff me?” She asked as I settled the bowl of soup in front of her.

“You still have your right hand free,” I countered.

“James, it’s over, release me,” she argued.

“Not it’s not sis. We’re alone and you like it so hurry up and finish your lunch so we can get back.”

“Release me!”

I headed over to her and snapped the other cuff behind her back. “Now, captive, i have to spoon feed you.”

“No…” she finally gave in and finished the soup herself. “James, please, the cuffs hurt.”

“No, arguing Anna, up to your room.” prodding her, I picked up her soggy knickers and force marched her to her room.

“Now, tell me more about the play,” I ordered, forcing her to squat on the ground.

“No…”

“Okay, in this goes again,” I held up her soaked pink knickers.

“No..”

“Tell me then,” I ordered.

Glaring at me, she replied, “the script in on my desk.”

Part 3

So where I left off I had led or rather forced my sister up to her room to read the drama script she was involved with. Now with the script in my hands, I settled down on her bed to read it.

“James…” she pleaded with a stronger plea than before. I ignored her.

“James…” she repeated.

“What!”

“Can we…you please…”

“Hush sister. You want to be gagged again?” I pointed to her soggy undies.

“No…”

“Then quiet,” I replied, going back to the script.

“James…” I lunged over to her and cupped my left hand over her lips, effectively hand-gagging her. With my other free hand, I started to read the script. It was the typical DiD scenario, a rich daughter kidnapped due to her and her father’s riches. The girl was handcuffed to a chair, just like what i did to my stepsis earlier, except that her legs were cuffed as well. “Hmm, we missed this out didn’t we?” I looked at my sis.

“Mmmmpph…” was her response and I felt a bit of her saliva against my hand.

“Let’s see…yes they used ice torture to get information out of her, they wow! hot objects against her, then electric shock torture! This is some drama act alright how did you manage it?” All I got was some muffled yells from Anna. “Okay,” I said I flipped over the page, “the character finally revealed the location of her jewels and the combination code…wait she’s release from the chair…” I skipped a page and then my eyes widen. “Hmmm…the girl now is bound with rope, not just around her arms, wrists and ankles but over her breasts and crotch…as well…” Turning to Anna, I exclaimed, “your play showed a girl wearing a crotch rope? Wow, this is some adult drama act as well!”

“James, please can’t we stop this…” she pleaded as I removed my hand.

“Why…”

“Because…it’s…” Anna started to stammer.

“Because it’s some you secretly like right?” Anna was bright red now and looked down.

“Don’t worry sis, I know where to get some rope.”

“James!” She grabbed my arm. “Please, let’s stop this,”

“Oh no sister, it is still on.” Before she could move further, I cuffed her again, attaching the cuffs to the leg of her bed and pasted a piece of tape over her lips. Stay her oh red head.” She gave several yelps but I ignored her as I raced down to the garage. My father and I fished alot as a hobby and our rods and fishing boat naturally required rope. I picked out a coil of rope used for our sail boat and also a pair of heavy duty scissors. Anna’s eyes widen as I came back with the rope.

“Okay Miss Camden, I remove your gag, you don’t yell.” I did so and with saliva dripping down her chin, Ann burst out, “James, you can’t be serious.”

“You want your gag back on?” She shook her head.

“Then obey me.” I knew by now I was sounding much like a captor or a master, but I didn’t care. This was really a fun time and mostly Anna’s fault–she was the one who had the handcuffs in the first place. Soon enough I released her once more and wrenched her arms behind her. Just then I stopped.

“What…”

“Your clothing. The play described the girl in a floral dress, down to just below her knees. You’re in a jeans and skirt.”

“I’m not going to change in front of you…”

“I never said so. Now, I’m sure you have a dress like that, go put one on.”

Anna hesitated. “James, binding me with rope is one thing but..uh are you going to tie the…crotch rope?”

“That’s what happened in the play,” I held up the script.

“James, I’m not letting you type a rope around my…my…”

“Put on some thing tights. Now move.” Gee, sis what’s wrong with mentioning crotch?

Minutes later, Anna was in a light blue floral dress and 20 denier tights. “Ow!” She yelled s I wrapped the first round of rope around her wrists. “James, does it have to be so tight?”

“A bit yes,” I loosen it slightly but had no plan to make it a sloppy rope work. Indeed less that 10 minutes later, her wrists were tight bound behind her with some sort of lashing.”

“James, it hurts.”

“It could be worst sis,” I replied, then wrapped one rope below her boobs. “What on earth?!”

“Oh come on, you know the girl in the play was bound like this.”

“James, I won’t be able to breathe…” But i ignored her protests and soon enough I managed to wrap rope in some form of a breast bondage style around her breasts. I truthfully never knew the cup size of my step sister but now it looked like a good B cup protruding out.

“Next part, the crotch rope,” I announced and saw Anna shiver in fear. Two loops around her waist, that’s fine. Making her lie over, I ran the rest of the rope between her anus and her crotch. In the process, i did get a good glimpse of her white high waist knickers since her tights were quite transparent. Oh yes, I included a small knot which directly rested against her crotch. Not sure if it was against her clitoris, but it had to do. I then quickly bound her ankles and then moved to fix her gag.

“Please, please I don’t want my knickers in my mouth again,” she cried.

“Ok, but how bout this?” I picked up one of her others tights and wrapped in around her head, giving her a passable cleave gag. All done.

Part 4

So when I left off, I had rope tied my sister, and gave her a basic breast bondage and crotch rope. As moved back to examine my work, she immediately groaned. This wasn’t a “get me untied” groan but a vastly different one. The groan turned to to several muttered of “mmmoooh” and “mmmahhh” so I kindly removed the basic cleave gag and asked her what was wrong.

“James! Oh my g…I’m…having an…orgas…oh my I can’t believe I said it!”

“Say it again..” I responded.

“No…ah!! Ohh! Please remove…oh…”

“Say it sister Anna,” I prompted her.

“No…please…oooh…I can’t believe I’m actually…mmpph!!!” I tied the cleave gag back. Ever since I had met Anna, I had known her as a well-mannered girl. I’ve also long suspected she was really moralistic, never did anything wild or extraordinary, never had a boyfriend, never chased after boys, never did anything special. She most probably never kissed any guy except my father and thus most probably never… Well, played with her clit or ever had an orgasm/arousal. So yes, this was most definitely her first orgasm.

Anna gave muffled cries as I settled down next to her to read the drama script. Just as I flicked the page, a ringing sound interrupted her cries and my reading.

“Mmmhphommm,”she wailed.

“Yes, sis, hold on, I’ll get the phone.” Minutes later, I popped my head back in and held my finger to my lips. “It’s our mum. Be quiet and I’ll remove the gag.” She nodded gratefully and I dabbed her mouth with a damp cloth.

“Hi, Mummy, yeah…no we just had our…uh..lunch…no..nothing special,” she said, quite evidently straining to talk as the crotch rope tingled her clitoris. “No…what? You’re coming home what time? Oh…ok, we..ah sorry, get our own dinner. You want to speak to James? Ok..Bye.”

Turning to me and trying her best to ignore the sensation, she turned to me and said, “Mum and Dad won’t be home until very late. James…oooh….can we..” I ignored her cries as I yanked open her drawer and picked out something. “Open again, Anna,” but she shook her head violently. I tickled her once more–didn’t want to pinch her mouth–and it was opened just enough to jam another of her own tights into her mouth. Quickly, the cleave gag secured them in.

“Mmmmmpp…” she wailed.

“Oh, sis, that’s what the script says here,” I pointed to the page. “The girl gets a a stuffing, see? Just getting you to enjoy what’s written.”

I stepped back once more and saw my pretty red-haired sister bound, gagged and crotch roped. As she continued to squirm and moan, I felt an erection down there. Anna was a really a pretty step sister from the start and several times, my male friends often mistook her as my girlfriend, not my sister. This wasn’t the first time I felt aroused by my sister; watching her in her night clothes or sleeveless summer clothing. I make no apologies for this though–it’s just human nature.

I sat on her bed and continued to watch her squirm around in the bondage then picked up the drama script again. The middle of the story line was boring so I skipped that. Just as I turned the page, I saw an asterix and followed it down the page to find the hand-written words ‘AL Camden’.

“AL….hey!” I turned to Anna. “You wrote this play?”

“NmmmIdidnmmmrelemmm!!!” She cried.

I looked back at the script and saw that included the damsel-in-distress to be bound with ropes around her breasts, a rope between her legs and a ball gag!!! “AL Camden!” I cried, sitting my sister up against the bed frame. “You wrote this play?” I asked again, only to get a muffled reply.

Yanking off the gag, I repeated myself. “Damn you James!! Release me at once.”

“Breast bondage, crotch ropes, ball gag…hey look includes knickers over her head! This isn’t some simple play,” I pointed at the page.

“Release….mmmpph!!!!” I hand-gagged her and felt her spit against my hand. “Tell me what I want to hear sis, or you knickers go in your mouth and stay there!”She shook her head violently so I threw her flat down against the bed.

“Ok! Ok! I give!” She yelled. “I co-wrote this play. It was a private act ok! The girl was a friend and yes that all happened!! Now please release me!”

“Oh really,” I muttered. “Ball gag,” I read out loud. “I wonder if I will find it here?”

“Damn y…” I re-gagged her as I said with her soggy knickers and tape. With Anna violently thrashing around, I searched her room and voilia! I found a black ball gag in her bag.


Part 5

“My oh my, Anna Camden, what do we have here?” I held up the ball gag in front of her. She only gave frantic cries through the gag. “Ok, I remove your present gag, you explain this. Ok?”‘ She nodded and gave more muffled cries. I finally eased her soggy knickers out after the tape and she screamed, “please, the crotch rope, get it off!!!”

“Not until you explain why you have a ball gag.”

“Please, I can’t bear any more!!!” I thought for a few seconds then reached down and undid the crotch rope, spying a bit of her own undies in the process. “Now explain.”

“Water please; the gag dried my throat.” I gracious accepted her request, but used the cup and facet in bathroom. “Can you remove my bonds?”

“No, they stay. Now tell me about this ball gag.”

“Okay, look it’s part of the play. Yes, I admit I co-wrote the play with my friend. Somehow, the first actress considered for the damsel-in-distress didn’t and couldn’t fit in, so I sort of volunteered. No, I DID NOT buy the gag or the cuffs; someone else did and I don’t know who. But I volunteered to keep the props. Now please, can you release me?”

“No.”

“Why? Look, I gave in to all your play. I don’t want to spend more time bound and gagged.”

“You do,” I replied, as her facial expression was much different from her plea.

“No, please.”

“Yes. Now, here’s the deal. You wear this ball gag, and that will be the final play.”

“No.”

“Ok, then I’ll keep the key to the cuffs and stuff back your knickers.”

“You sadistic…”

“What did you call me?”

“James, I’m your sister. Not your slave.”

“I’m not treating you as such. But after all, you wrote the play, you like being bound in adult style. You want it don’t you?”

Anna shook her head but I knew she wanted it. “At least give me a breather first.” I nodded and allowed her to relieve herself in the loo before re-binding her. “It hurts.”

“I guess you didn’t say that when they bound you.”

“Look ok, you want to see me gagged with that but the bonds hurt. Can’t you loosen them or remove the uh breast bondage?” She clearly liked to be tied up but not confident in saying the bondage types. “If I don’t use rope what can I use?” I yanked open several of her desk drawers and soon found some parcel tape. “No, no…” But soon enough her hands were taped bound tightly. “Not over my dress or tights’ the tape will ruin them!”

“So I guess it’s just rope then.”

She glared at me. Picking up the ball gag, I ordered her to open her mouth. “Wait, it’s dirty,” she cried.

“No, it smells ok. Besides, you wore it last right? Open up dear sister….” She regretably did and once more she was bound and gagged. Yay!

Part 6

As soon as I locked the ball gag in place, Anna started emitted gagged sounds and moved about. Clearly, she needed to be more secure. “Stay still,” I said. She clearly didn’t so I grabbed the rope and holding her with both my arms and thighs, I started winding rope around her boobs again, forming some basic secure but not tight breast bondage to secure her arms to her sides. Since she didn’t want tape around her silky tights (yes they were silky), I used what was left with the rope to bind them.

“Mmmmppph!” She cried but the ball gag masked the sound, though less than her panty gag earlier. Still, that was the kinky item she had. “Aw come on Anna,” I patted her on her head, “it’s the gag you had and wrote about right?” She continued to groan through the gag and being naughtier, I switched on her radio to a station she hated and soon enough, some punk hip hop music which she always hated but I was alright with came on. It made her squirm and groan even more. So for the next few minutes, I had much enjoyment listening to the various songs that were played while watching my sister wriggle and cry out through the gag she had.

After around twenty minutes and four songs later, I noticed a huge damp part on her bed and turned her head around to see her saliva drooling out by side of her mouth. “Aw, you’re drooling like a baby, Anna,” I commented in my evil voice as I drew some tissue to wipe the drool. Anna glared at me and continued to moan and drool. Finally, I had some kind of pity for her, and eased the ball out from between her teeth.

“That… water,” I got a cup from the nearby toilet and eased the cup into her mouth.

Once she had finished drinking, she said “James, can I not be gagged by this? It hurts and it’s humiliating.”

“Oh so did you say that when you wrote the script and acted it out?” I retorted.

“No…but…”

“But what?”

“I didn’t wear it for long. Come on, you made your point. Let’s end.”

“No, you like this.”

“No…”

“Ok, I give you a try. Try to get out of the bonds in three minutes. If you succeed, I’ll stop. If not…” I gave her an evil grin. “Your time starts now!” Anna struggled wildly and did manage to get part of the tape around her wrists torn but as I counted down the seconds, that was at most she could do. “I win!” I clapped my hands in triumph.

“Not fair! You bound my arms! The tapes were too tight!”

“Complaints, complaints. Now open wide,” I lifted up the ball which I wiped clean.

“Give me a breather first.”

I complied, undoing the torn tapes, but minutes later her wrists were bound again and the gag was back on. “Ok, no more music,” I switched off the radio. “How about we watch a movie?” She nodded and carrying her with one arm touching her tights-covered thighs to the nearby TV room. Over the next hour or so, we rapidly switched through a series of action movies and romance movies. All was going well until Anna started mmmmphing wildly through her gag. “What?” I asked, easing the ball out again.

“James, I need to go to the loo.”

“I thought I let you already.”

“No, please I need to.” Sighing, I started working at her bonds. I could get the ropes off easily from around her ankles but the tape was a different matter. “Hurry damnit!” she cried. Instead of trying further, I pulled her up and got her to the toilet and instinctively yanked down both her knickers and her tights in one go. Then I left her to do her business.

“James! James damnit James! my hands are still bound!” Sighing I returned with scissors so she could clean herself while I looked away.

“I can’t believe my step brother actually removed my undies,” she groaned as we stepped back out.

“Well, take it as a record of your life.” I joked.

“Very funny, hey!” she cried, as I snapped the handcuffs back on her wrists securing them behind her back. “James, can we stop this now?”

“No, no,” then the clock chimed. “Ok, no gag,” but then I realised her breast bondage was still on so I removed it. “I’ll make you dinner ok?” I brought her down and within less half an hour I had cooked a ready made pizza. “Uh,” She gestured to her arms so I removed one cuff to allow her to eat.

“You get excited by all this don’t you?” She asked between bites.

“Excited? It’s interested.”

“Come on brother, you know what I mean.”

“Whatever sex drive I have is my business,” I replied.

“Well you were really ‘interested’ seeing me with that….crotch rope,” she continued.

“You wrote that play.”

“Ok, fine fine, I wrote an erotic play. What, is that a crime?”

“You like it. You started playing with the cuffs, you had the ball gag.”

“And….?”

“And finish up,” I said then as she did so, I secured her wrists again. “James!” She cried.

“Ok, just until tomorrow morning ok?”

“What, no – how can you?”

“Please for me?” I gave her a puppy dog look.

“Let me change first, I’m no longer going to wear this and give more upskirts to my brother.” Back in her room, she changed into slacks and a pink T-shirt and I held up the cuffs.

“No, that hurts.” I pointed to tape but after the earlier incident, we both rejected that. I pointed to the zip ties but she shook her head and same with the rope. “Well, either you choose or I’ll do it.”

“Grrr..ok, fine,the handcuffs. But no breast…uh bondage ok?” She still didn’t seem to like term.

“Ok fine,” She was quickly re-cuffed and ropes around her ankles. “Open wide,” I held up ball gag.

“No anything but that!” Groaning, I reach into her drawer and ignoring her protests, she was gagged with a black pair of her knickers sealed in with two strips of tape. Back at the TV room, I put on a couple James Bond movies, stopping and movie to the next. Anna was never a Bond fan so she did groan through her gag. Time flew by until it was nearly midnight.

“Bed time,” I removed her bonds and tossed the saliva-soaked undies into her laundry basket. Anna soon was in her cute teddy bear PJs when I stopped her.

“What?” then she noticed the cloth in my hand.

“James you got to be joking. It’s bed time, I am not going to be bound!”

“Yes you are. Don’t worry, it will be light bondage.” She continued to protest but I persuaded her and bound her wrists lightly in front of her with cloth and gave her a cleave gag. As a finishing touch, her ankles were also bound with cloth.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll camp out if your room too,” I said and brought over my sleeping bag. “Goodnight Anna.”

Part 7

I was awaken by feeling over my lips. As I stirred, it was clear it was something human–a human hand. “GOT YOU!” I heard a familiar voice cry but that was the end of the cry as my hand reached out and with a few tackles, I brought Anna flat down on the ground. “Ah, the captive has escaped eh?” I snarled, the foul odour of my breath breathed down on my sister.

“Yes and this is the end of your…mmmph!!!!” I used my right arm to cover her lips wile my other armed pressed down on her torso–I said torso, I didn’t wanted to touch her boobs.

“MmmJammmes….”

“Give in! Give in!” She continued to struggle but her resistance was weak. I dragged her off the ground and flopped her back on her bed. “Jam…” she cried but I wasn’t in the mood as I rummaged around the room. Ah! I spied the ball gag, I mean the ball gag she tried to hide but I found, and lifted her head. “Noo….mmmph!” I eased the ball in between her teeth and buckled it in. I searched around and found the handcuffs and locked her wrists behind her.

“Though you can escape huh?” I spied the cloth gag and cloth on her bed. Well, they weren’t exactly tight bindings….

“Jammmmps…” She cried through the ball.

“Don’t ‘James’ me. I was planning on ending this today. Now your luck has changed.”

“Ommr parmmmts wimmm be…” She tried talking but saliva started to drool out of her gag. Serves her right.

“Yeeah but not till the evening.” Anna started protesting again but stopped.

“Oh Miss failed escappee,” I reached over and unlocked her cuffs. “You’re allowed to shower. But…” I dragged her over to the bathroom and pulled off her towel from the rack.

“Get over there behind the closet door and change out of your clothes, put the towel on.” With a curious look, Anna compiled, ensuring I couldn’t see her naked body as she tucked the towel around her cleavage. She gave a yelp as I cuffed her hands in front of her then led her back to the bathroom.

“Ok shower,” I said. She raised up her hands.

“I said shower Anna. No no, the cuffs stay on as well as the gag. Don’t you try to take off the latter. No,” I shook my head, “I don’t care, the cuffs are in front not behind. Now get moving.”

Slightly over ten minutes later, Anna emerged, her hands still cuffed and the ball gag in place, but the towel not so well tucked around her. I uncuffed her hand and ordered, “Get changed,” I pointed to a set of clothes I picked out for her. It was a shiny light blue bra and skimpy translucent pink knickers, short pleated skirt and simple T-shirt.

“Jmmm…” but I was in the mood as cuffed her hands behind her then brought her downstairs. In the chair, I bound her with tape and rope, ensuring a secure binding before I turned my attention to breakfast. I cooked up a full English (with no black pudding) and then stared at her as I placed her plate in front of her.

“Do you think you deserve this?”

“Immmhungmy,” Was her answwer. I waited for several second before easing out the gag and boy was her jaw filled with drool.

“I…thanks,” she coughed and I was briefly sympathetic and wiped her mouth.

“James, can I please have my hands free?” She tugged at her cuffs.

“No.”

“Please. Look I’m sorry I got free and tried to tackle you. Please…” I sighed and uncuffed one ring ensuring one of her wrists was cuffed to the arms of the chair.

“Very funny,” she commented.

“Just eat up.”

“Can we discuss…”

“Eat your food or the ball goes back in.” Anna did so regrettably. Breakfast done, I reached forward to replace the ball but she shook her head. “Not this gag again. No….mmpph!!!”

“You don’t get a say in this matter step sis,” I snarled again. Undoing her from the chair, I marched her back up to her room but instead of more bondage, I lay her body down on the bed and her knees kneeling on the floor. I then removed the ball from her teeth.

“James, what on earth are you doing?” Anna started to cry out but then I simply lifted her skirt up and swatted her underwear-covered bum hard. “OW!”

“Remember when you were 10 and you broke dad’s gift to mum?” I reminded her. “Remember what you got?”

“James, this is out…..OW!” I spanked her again. “OW!” “Stop this at once!!!”

“I don’t want you to choke on a gag but no I’m not stop.” Anna continued to cry out as I spanked her a total of ten times.

Part 8

“James!” My step sister cried as I helped her up. “You…you…you spanked me!!!!!”

“It’s not your first time that you got that,” I reminded her.

“But… but that’s parental. You’re my brother…”

“Step brother,” I corrected her.

“That’s worse. You… touched my pants… my underwear… my bum…. it’s mo…”

“What you want to report me for molesting you?” A small part of me was wondering if she would but her look said something else.

“Just let me the f*** out! Get these f****ing things off me!” She tugged at the plastic cuffs.

“Whine Anna. If I were you, I wouldn’t struggle; those ties can really cut through your skin.”

“James!”

“Stop ‘James’ me. First you swore Miss “I pledge never to swear in my life”. Second, you wrote the full fetish novel which I can easily distribute.” I noticed her flare up. “Third, that morning tackle means I want revenge.”

“But…”

“Stop whining and remember we still have the day ahead.”

“You…ok fine. You want me as your play toy? Let me loose; I need to really use the loo. And no, you aren’t going to see anything.” Not that I was interested in seeing her private part. I complied with her request and gave her time. But back out she said, “Do I have to still wear this?”

“Why?”

“I was thinking of like jeans, or at least so tights and shorts….”

“Stop horsing around and get your arms behind you,” I ordered. I used rope this time for a good reason but tried to not kill off all her circulation. It wasn’t just all around her wrists, I gave her a complex breast bondage, pushing her boobs out. “You’re…enjoying this aren’t you,” she commented. I didn’t reply. “You’re getting a hard o…” I yanked her hair.

“Rule 101. Never torment your captor. I could gag you now, but if you remain silent it can wait.” For the next part, however, she definitely could not remain silent as I tightened a rope around her waist then through her anus and up through the middle of her crotch (ok there was a slight peek at her front but hey it was covered!). “James…”

“Shut up and save your breath,” I warned but the sensations from the crotch rope worked its magic and she started to moan. I swiftly bound her ankles and knees then paused.

“Ah…oooh! No…ah!!!” My step sister cried out from the arousal. I initially reached out for the ball gag but remembered her earlier comments. There wasn’t cloth nearby and I didn’t think a cleave gag would be sufficient so I went for the next best. “Which would you like Anna? Pink? Dark blue? Black?” I held up the items.

“Damn…ah!!” was her response so I chose the largest–the dark blue knickers and jammed it in her mouth sealing it with a two long pieces of duct tape.

Anna was bound and gagged again.

Part 9

“Your problem, Anna Louise,” I began as I watched her groan through the gag , “is that you can’t keep secrets and simply aren’t who you really are.”

“Gtmmmemmmoutmmmommphis!” She cried. More like a groan as a result of the crotch rope, I thought gleefully. I watched her squirm for a few more minutes before lifting my sister up and carrying her downstairs. As seating her would disrupt the crotch rope, I laid her gently on the floor and started fixing up breakfast.

Around half an hour later, I yanked her up and regrettably undid the crotch rope – but used that rope to lightly bind her to the chair. I then gave her a warning and tore away the tape and extracted her underwear out.

“Tha…thanks,” she said. I gave her a sip of juice–you can’t give a bound girl hot coffee or tea–and then proceeded to eat.

“Hey! Am I suppose to eat my pancakes like a dog?” She did have a point, so I groaned and undid her wrists.

“You know, our parents will have a real hard time wondering about my wrist and lip marks,” she grunted as she ate.

“The marks aren’t that bad, and you can apply your make up,” I retorted. It is true, somehow there weren’t rope marks.

“Damnit it James, I want this to end after breakfast!”

“Eat your food. I decide what to with you,” I growled back in the captor-like voice.

Breakfast over, I tied her hands back but not her ankles and decided not to stuff her mouth but taped it back up. Back in her room, I made her sit with her legs slightly open as I rummaged through her stuff once more.

“Okay, ‘fess up Step sis. Any more gags or binding material you have? Or drama scripts?” I smirked as I tore off her gag again.

“You know, if this was any other circumstance, I would have chased you out of my room.”

“Answer my question,” I growled.

“No…”

“That doesn’t sound right. Try again.”

“I said no ok! Let me out of this…hey! Yikes, yikes no, no..yikes, yikes!” Her cries came as I ticked her in her armpits, tummy, feet and lifted her skirt to touch her bum. Tickling was her weak point–I knew this when I first met her.

“James..no…ok…ok I tell!”

“Right, no nonsense. From the start.”

“I always liked to be a damsel in distress ok? Not like those fake ones on TV or books. A real one! I’ve been reading up on such and found out about ball gags and cuffs. That’s it ok!”

I looked at her eyes and determined she spilled out everything. “Ok, sis, I believe you. So, since you like them,” I saw something within my grasp. “You can have your wish for the last time!” Before she could move further, I ball gagged her once more, then quickly changed her wrists bonds to handcuffs. With her slightly kicking legs rope bound, Anna was once more secured.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I smiled then left to relief myself. As I slowly headed back to her room, I hear a screeching noise. Shit, my parents were back. I quickly rushed back to her room and saw Anna mmmphing loudly and squirming around. “I know, I know,…” I said sweating profusely. Where was the key? I turned 360 degrees and tossed over various items. Shit, shit shit….I finally found it under the bed.

“Mmmmh, Hurmmmph!” She cried. The cuff looose, I quickly yanked off the ball gag, thankfully not chipping her teeth. “Hurry, help!” She pointed at leg restraints. But damn, those were tightly bound. I heard my parents call.

“Damnit, I have to get out! You do it!” I rushed back to my own room, and quickly combed my hair and shaved with my electric shaver.

“Hey, there you are,” I turned to see my dad.

“Hey Pop, how was your trip.”

“Nice, but exhausting. Anna also in her room?”

“Yeah…” I hope she got her legs unbound in time.

“James? Anna?” I heard my mum call. “Why’s there rope in the kitchen chair?”

The End.

From GDIT Charlotte Angel: 1 Charlie’s First Case (Edited)


Charlie’s First Case

“And what could you bring to the Herald, Miss Angel?”

“Well, I’m very good at English, at my last school I actually won several awards for writing and one of my essays was selected for publication in an anthology for a local charity. “

“No, Miss Angel. I’m not asking about your writing talents; you submitted more than enough evidence of that when you handed in your application.”

She waved a blue ring-binder file which I had handed into the office a few days earlier.

“I want to know about you, about how you would find me stories, interviews.. I mean this essay about your granddad swallowing his false teeth is extremely well written but it doesn’t tell me if you’ve got what it takes to be a reporter.”

I sighed, it was only a school newspaper The Holmes Herald it wasn’t one of the nationals or anything. What did she want me to say, that I had evidence the headmaster was operating a secret white slavery ring kidnapping sixth formers and shipping them out to the Middle East? I’d only been coming to the school a week how the hell was I supposed to know anything?

I rubbed my hands across the front of my pleated blue skirt as I tried to think of an answer. “Err, I do have an eye for the unusual, anything happening out of the ordinary, that sort of thing,” I blurted out.

She looked me straight in the eye. “I wonder if that’s true,” she responded . It’s odd but I didn’t get the feeling she doubted me; it was more like she knew something I didn’t and was waiting for me to cotton on.

“Okay, right then Miss Angel – Charlotte, I’ll give you till Monday morning to find a story and write it up. If you can do that and if I like what I read the jobs yours.”

“Monday,” I repeated. “that doesn’t give me much time!”

She smiled and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “If you’re as observant as you say you are that should be ample time,” she said softly. “Believe me when I say that there’s hardly a day goes by when something unusual doesn’t go on in Crooksville.”

When she said that I knew I was going to like Rupinder Punshon, the editor. She was two years above me studying English and Sociology at A-level. A very attractive girl of Indian extraction she was wearing a brightly coloured sari and her long black hair was tied in a French plait that reached to her waist. We shook hands and I left her office – a converted portacabin on the school grounds – and headed back through the main building to the front gate.

Now that I hopefully have your attention, dear reader, I think it is probably safe for me to tell you a bit about myself, but please fell free to skip ahead if you really aren’t interested, my story proper resumes on page 2.

My name is Charlotte Angel, but my friends tend to call me Charlie while my family for their own reasons call me Lotte. People tell me I’m pretty but I can’t see it myself. I’m 15 going to16 this October – its September as I write and there are less than 4 weeks to go – with straight brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes. At 175cm tall, I’m the second tallest girl in my class and while I’m not fat I have enough muscle to stop me looking skinny. I have 32A cup boobs. I get the odd spot, though thankfully not too often, and I enjoy all sorts of different sports. I’m just a typical teenager really, full of hang ups and anxieties but I do pride myself on one thing and that’s my innate sense of justice and fair play. I inherited that from my parents, mum’s a lawyer, and dad is – was – a policeman.

I’m the middle of 3 sisters; my elder sister Verity is 19. She’s the gorgeous one of the family, lovely blonde hair, ruby red lips, Think Marilyn Monroe and up the ante by 10. I also have a brat of a kid sister, Serendipity: the name means lucky accident but I think my parents were being ironic when they chose it. She’s a 12 year old computer geek and the most obnoxious know-it-all but I love her really. I just don’t like her most of the time.

About six months ago our lives were turned upside down when dad was killed trying to intervene in a bank robbery. After that mum had to give up her worthy but poorly paid job with the CPS in London and go into private practice. Unfortunately that meant uprooting the family and moving us here, to Crooksville, the dullest, most boring town in the whole of Oxfordshire, no the whole of England, no make that the most boring place on Earth. I hate it here, we moved in three weeks ago and my life seems to have just stopped. Nothing ever happens here! Ever!

There are only two secondary schools in the whole of Crooksville. I was enrolled at Holmes Secondary Modern, the better of the two or so they tell me. The other school is called Moriarty High and is on the far side of town. The two schools apparently have some sort of friendly rivalry thing going on between them but term only started 4 days ago so I have yet to see any evidence to support that statement. Okay that’s enough about me – back to the story.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon when I left Rupinder’s office. School had officially been over for at least an hour and I wouldn’t have gone back into the school building except for the fact I left my bag in my locker. I certainly didn’t expect to see any other pupils about at that hour, especially not pupils from Moriarty High.

The obvious difference between our school and Moriarty High was the uniforms. I, for example was wearing a crisp white shirt, black blazer, blue knee length skirt, white ankle socks and black loafers. I also wore a yellow and black school tie. Apart from variations in skirt length and footwear just about every girl in the school wore the same, well we of cours wore black tights in the colder months.

You can imagine my surprise therefore when I rounded a corner and saw two girls going into one of the classrooms dressed in yellow blouses and black skirts – the colours of Moriarty High. Of course my curiosity was piqued; what’s more I could already see this as the break I was looking for. Rupinder had told me if I kept my eyes open I would find a story. What if this was it? I decided to investigate.

Pressing my back to the wall of the corridor I sidled across to the door which the girls had disappeared through. They had closed the door behind them but there was a window in the middle of it, which allowed me to see inside. It was a computer room and one of the girls was sat at a terminal typing while her friend stood over her. What could they be doing? They were an odd looking couple, the one sat down was a tall, impossibly skinny blonde with close cropped hair, her friend was as round as she was tall with a mess of jet black hair.

I fished around in my school bag and found a disposable camera I’d bought to take pictures of my old friends before I left London. Luckily there were still a couple of exposures left on it, I’d been carrying it around with me ever since I’d got here in the hope I’d find something to use up the remaining film on. Now it looked like I had just the thing. I’d take photographic evidence of these two girls, I thought.

I took the photos quickly through the glass, and then slipped the camera back into my bag. Now I just had to find out what they were actually doing in the computer lab, and that was going to be easier said than done. What I needed was a distraction, something that would get them out of the computer lab long enough for me to sneak in there, then I could hide somewhere (behind the teacher’s desk perhaps) and observe them up close. As I was trying to think up a possible distraction, I heard a shout.

Snapped from my reverie, I was shocked to find the girl who had been standing up nudging her friend’s shoulder and pointing in my direction. She must have looked round and seen me staring through the window. To my horror her friend leapt to her feet and they both charged towards the door with fury in their eyes. Terrified I turned to run but in my haste to get away I tripped over my own feet and fell face first on to the tiled floor. I saw my camera fly out of my bag and scooter across the floor before disappearing under a trophy cabinet. Next thing I knew fat sweaty hands were pulling at my hair, forcing my head back.

“I’ve got her Jackie,” said the short and round girl. “Quick, get the gag in her mouth before she can raise the alarm.”

I caught a flash of red and blue – the Colour of Moriarty High’s school tie – before something was pulled tightly across my mouth and between my teeth. Nimble fingers knotted the gag tightly at the back of my head, trapping a few loose hairs as well.

“Come on Marsha,” said tall and skinny Jackie “Let’s get her back inside before someone else comes snooping round.”

I whimpered into my gag as I was half dragged, half carried through the door to the classroom. The girls forced me to sit in a chair, and I watched helplessly as Marsha emptied the contents of my school bag onto the floor. Retrieving my mobile phone from the clutter of books, pens and accessories, she held it up in front of me and crushed it in one powerful hand.
“Just in case you get any ideas about calling for help,” she said apparently having forgotten I was unable to speak. I breathed a mental sigh of relief that the camera wasn’t still in my bag, at least when I got out of here I’d evidence of what had happened.
I could see Marsha wasn’t wearing a necktie and I guessed that was what the girls had gagged me with. Worse still, Jackie was now removing her tie and Marsha took hold of my wrists, forcing them together behind my back so her friend could tie them.
I struggled and fought but they were too powerful and between them they quickly had my hands tied firmly behind my back. I sat in the chair and glared at them, determined not to let them see how scared I was.
“We need something to secure her legs with,” said Jackie “See if you can find some cable or something”
“How about her school tie, it would be a good punishment for her making us ruin ours. My old man’s gonna be furious when he finds out I’ve ‘lost’ another tie.”
Both girls laughed at that though sitting there bound and gagged I failed to understand the humour in the situation.
Marsha grabbed me by the shoulders pinning me into the chair while Jackie loosened the school tie around my neck and used it to tie my ankles tightly together.
Jackie went back to work on the computer while Marsha stood guard over me. The she-mountain pulled up a chair opposite me and looked me squarely in the eye.
“I bet you’re wondering what we’re up to aren’t you?” she asked
“Mmmfff” was about all I could say in reply but in truth yes I was very curious.
“Well I guess there’s no harm in telling you, by the time anyone finds you we’ll be long gone and our little booby trap will be set and impossible to turn off. “
I raised an eyebrow in what I hoped was a quizzical manner. I guess she understood because she continued talking.
“You see my friend over there, Jackie” she indicated Jackie who turned round in her seat and waved at me in a patronising manner, I glared back at her as defiantly as I could given my situation, “she’s developed a computer virus that is capable of completely erasing every single computer record in this school. Right now she’s installing it into one of the machines in this room, within 2 hours it will have spread to every single computer in this school. The moment any one of these computers is switched on Monday morning the virus will activate itself and within 30 seconds it will have wiped clean the memory of every single terminal in the school. What’s more it will then spread itself out across the network erasing every last file that has the slightest connection with this school. Within one hour the school will be wiped from the memory of every computer in the world and by lunchtime everyone who has ever attended this school or worked here will officially cease to exist, their identities completely purged. “
She started laughing again and her friend joined in, it was a horrible sound, so mean and spiteful. I tried to express my displeasure but tied and gagged as I was I couldn’t really get my message across, if anything my struggling and muffled protests just made them laugh more.
“Okay I’m done,” said Jackie after another 10 or 15 minutes “Let’s get out of here”
“What about Nosey here?” asked her friend pointing a fat thumb in my general direction
“Leave her where she is. She’s not going anywhere and, like you said, by the time anyone finds her my little virus will be so deeply embedded in their system it’ll take a computer genius to de-activate it.”
So that was it. They left me, sat in an uncomfortable metal chair tied hand and foot and gagged, unable to do anything. I struggled for ages but Jackie had been an expert knot tier, there was no way I was getting free of those bonds.
Exhausted I took a respite and watched the seconds tick by on a clock over the classroom door. My eyes wandered down and I found myself looking at a fire alarm set into the wall. It occurred to me that if I could reach that and set it off someone would have to come out to investigate. I would be rescued.
Luckily although the girls had put me in a chair they hadn’t had the foresight to actually tie me to the chair. Maybe I could hop across the room to the alarm. It was a daunting prospect but the alternative was waiting to be discovered and that might not be till Monday morning. Besides there wasn’t just me to think about here. I had to warn someone about the virus in the computers.
I wriggled out of my loafers figuring my socks would give me better grip on the linoleum floor; I could use my toes for balance. I managed to twist round in the seat and grab hold of one corner of the desk nearest to me with my bound hands. That way I was able to lever myself into a standing position. Once I was comfortable with my balance I began to hop, one tentative step at a time, across the room. Luckily the seat the girls had chosen for me was only a couple of rows back and so I reached the wall in a matter of minutes.
Turning round so I had my back to the wall I reached up with my bound hands and pressed the fire alarm button. Nothing happened. I pressed harder. Still nothing.
Frustrated I hopped round so I was able to see the fire alarm. It said In emergency break glass.
Ah, that was a problem. I’d thought you just had to press the glass, but you had to physically break it. There was no way I could do that with my hands tied behind my back like this. I wondered if I should lie down and try to reach it with my feet but I was afraid that if I tried and failed I’d never be able to get to my feet again.
All looked lost and I was close to tears at this point. Then, on the teacher’s desk I saw a large gold paperweight. Perfect, I thought, if that doesn’t break the glass nothing will.
I took a deep breath and hopped carefully across to the desk at the front of the classroom. Fumbling around as best I could with my hands tied behind me I found the paperweight and picked it up. Gosh, it was heavy. I was afraid I might drop it; if I did I knew I’d never manage to pick it up again.
Carefully I hopped back over to the wall where the fire alarm was. I was beginning to tire by now, my legs threatening to buckle under me but somehow I made it. Twisting round I fumbled again for the alarm and this time heard the satisfying sound of breaking glass followed by the ringing of the alarm. Relieved I collapsed to the floor and closed my eyes, waiting for my rescuer to arrive.
When I opened my eyes I saw the wrinkled face of the school caretaker looking down at me. I could hear sirens approaching and guessed it was the fire brigade on their way.
“What’s this?” The caretaker grumbled “Another stupid student prank I suppose. You’re the new girl aintcha? This your initiation rite is it?”
“Mmmm mmmmm mmmmffff” I replied before he thought to remove my gag. As he set about untying my wrists and ankles I tried again. “There’s a virus in the computer” I told him “Two girls from Moriarty high broke in and put it there. You have to get someone quickly before it spreads”
I looked up at the clock over the door; it was already 6 PM, by my estimation we had less than an hour.
The caretaker called the headmaster and made me tell my story to him, He seemed a bit dubious at first but when I said one of the girls was called Jackie he asked me to describe her. I did and that seemed to settle it, apparently she was a well known computer hacker and this wasn’t the first time she’d tried to sabotage the Holmes school computers.
“The problem is, “The head confided in me “if you’re right about the time factor, and I suspect you are, then we’re done for. Our computer teacher, Mr Baxter, is away at a conference in Edinburgh all weekend. If only we had a computer programmer less than 20 minutes from the school who could help”
“Actually sir” I ventured “I think I may know just the person”
I rang home and got mum to bring Serendipity out to the school Amazingly, she had that virus licked with seconds to spare. Did I say how much I love my kid sister?
As for me, I retrieved my camera, went home and typed up a detailed account of what had happened, handed it in to the Herald office first thing Monday morning along with the photos I’d taken of Jackie and Marsha.
Second period I got a message to see Rupinder after school. This time I took my bag with me to be on the safe side.
“I told you if you kept your eyes open you’d find a story” she told me.
I laughed “Yeah, well it wasn’t exactly the way I would have chosen to go about it but I am glad I was able to save the school”
“You’re new to this town Charlie; use it to your advantage. Keep your eyes and ears open and stories like this will come to you “
“I hope not exactly like that” I answered shivering at the memory of being tied up by those two girls.
Rupinder smiled and changed the subject. “How do you fancy being our undercover reporter?” She asked
“How do you mean?” I asked cautiously.
“You seem a sociable girl; I want you to join as many after school clubs as you can, make sure you attend social and sporting events, that sort of thing. Put yourself about and I guarantee the stories will come to you.”

If I’d known about the perils that lay ahead I’d have turned Rupinder down flat, gone home and locked myself in my bedroom for the rest of the term.

Laura’s return: Continuation of Laura’s 72 Hour Hold Part II


Part 2

Laura was still trying adjust to the new ‘cocoon’ around her so much that she didn’t notice Nurse Jodie pick up something. “Whmmmmhlllp,” Laura cried as the black hood enveloped her head. She then heard something from the nurse about not being allowed to see the route to her new quarters. On that note, Laura was literally dragged as fast as her bound ankles allowed through a five-minute walk. The hood was finally released and Laura found herself in a brightly lit room. The light was actually set at normal brightness but the walls where ultra-white, nearly dazzling Laura’s eyes. The room was rather narrow and the ceiling was only a foot above both Laura’s and the nurse’s head. It was void of any amenities except one small padding in the corner. It must be where I’ll be resting, Laura thought.

But no, Nurse Jodie instead led her to an opposite side and helped her sit down, legs bent at a 45-degree angle. The nurse peeled off a section of the wall and Laura heard a soft click. “We don’t want you to move around initially. Do stay in this position, will you? I’ll come by later when Dr. Blymire is ready.”

Laura let out a muted wail but the nurse had already exited the room, the door closing silently behind her. This is a nightmare, Laura thought bitterly. I was supposed to be cured and have a happy graduation in a nice gown, blouse, skirt, sheer pantyhose, and cute underwear. Now my clothes have been removed, I’m locked in an ultra-tight straitjacket with granny panties, ankles bound and mouth thickly gagged. All because of the series of outburst she had. Why oh why did she have them? And now what on earth will they perform on me? Cut my brain into half?

“She’s secured,” Dr Stephanie Blymire remarked and she scrubbed her hands thoroughly with disinfectant.

“She’s secured, not yet cured,” came the voice in the shadows.

“Well, let’s see how your procedures work,” Blymire said, drying her hands.

“My ideas but you’ll be the implementing it. You better perform well,” the voice threatened.

Hours later, Laura was stiff from the extremely tight bondage as well the cold temperature of her room or rather cell. Yes, Dr Blymire and Nurse Jodie has lowered her room temperature and pumped a special gas into her room. Just as Laura thought she would roll over frozen, the cell door shifted open.

“The doctor is ready for you now,” Nurse Jodie announced but Laura’s cry could barely be heard. The nurse signaled to someone and a hooded figure brought in a wheeled stretcher. Laura was yanked off the wall tether and the nurse checked her pulse. “Yeah, she’s fine,” she remarked and Laura was strapped down, blindfolded and wheeled out. After ten minutes, they were in another room with just a fixed armchair in the middle. Laura was helped to stand up and still blindfolded, Jodie and the orderly proceeded to undo her straitjacket. As the jacket finally came off, Jodie jammed a syringe into the back of her neck and pushed Laura to squat down, yanking away the given panties at the same time. Immediately, Laura urinated but out into a waiting pail. Nurse Jodie gave her a quick wipe, pulled up the underwear and the draped a translucent gown over her which didn’t cover breasts and hardly covered her stomach.

With the help of the masked assistant, Laura was pushed on the chair, her bound ankles attached to the bottom frame, her arms locked down on the two armrests and a latch locked around her neck, preventing her from moving her head forward. Next, they rubbed cold gel over parts of her arms, above her breasts and around neck before stick dozens of wires at the places they rubbed the gel on. Headphones were tightly attached over her head and finally a metallic band was looped around her forehead.

“Nice to see you again, Laura,” Dr Blymire appeared from another corner.

“Mmmph,” Laura grunted through the gag.

“Oh, I forgot,” the doctor brought up a tablet and tapped twice on the screen. “Don’t speak; you can’t of course but talk through your mind.”

What the hell is this?! The words flashed on the tablet screen. Why am I topless and strapped down like this?

“This is the first stage of your rehabilitation; we want to…

Get me out of this!!!, Laura gave a mmpph through her gag but the muffled cry was louder as she was electro-shocked again.

“Do I have your attention young lady,” Dr Blymire continued, not raising her voice but leaning her head forward toward the gagged girl.

Torture me, kill m… the words came on the screen but the doctor shut it off and shocked the girl again.

“I can continue doing so, Laura Granger, or you can have this examination which will cure you. Which is it?” Laura’s angry eyes closed and she lowered her head as much as the neck chain allowed.

“Very well. As you can see, I can read your thoughts via the transducer attached to your forehead so there’s no need for you to try to talk via your gag. Now, listen carefully to the voice you will be hearing. Answer the questions, in a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and answer in your mind not through gag speak. Understand?” Laura nodded. “I’ll be monitoring,” she concluded and disappeared from view.

Your name is Laura Maryanne Granger, a voice burst into her ears.

Yes, Laura thought.

Your birthday is 16 June 1991.

Yes, she replied.

You attended Harvard University.

No, Laura shook her head.

The voice continued to drone on asking wire the wires monitored Laura’s brain waves, heart beat and breathing rate. Finally, it stopped and Laura gave a cried of relief as Nurse Jodie and her assistant undid her straps. But the relief was temporary as they ‘suited’ her back up. “That’s it for now; I’ll see you tomorrow Laura. Jodie will take care of you.”

Take care my foot, Laura thought as she was again strapped down to the stretcher, blindfolded and wheeled out. Laura again found herself in another room-a canteen like place but different from that she recalled from her last visit. Jodie drew up a buckle and attached it to the back of Laura’s straitjacket before placing a bowl containing something steaming in front of her.

“I’m going to remove your gag now, no screaming or spitting or any nonsense, got it? Laura gave a muted cry and Jodie unbuckled it but let it hang around her neck. She moistened the young girl’s lips and passed her a drink via a straw. “Now, let’s get this soup in,” Jodie announced.

“I can’t feed myself?” Laura croaked.

“Obviously not, now open your mouth,” Jodie repeated.

Laura clamped it shut and shook her head. “Okay missy, time to re-gag you. I’ll leave you here instead and let you watch your meal turn cold,” Jodie said, lifting up her gag.

Laura shook her head and Jodie caught it. “Do I have to repeat my instructions again?”

“No….”

“No what?”

“No, Nurse Jodie.” Satisfied, Jodie soup-feed the young girl, occasionally wiping her jaw. The soup or watery broth was tasteless, adding more to Laura’s discomfort. “There, see? Good behavior helps,” Jodie said, wiping Laura’s lips. “Drink up,” she passed the bound girl another cup with a straw. “Can’t I have more of it?” Laura’ asked.

“Well, given your state, we don’t want you to urinate, do we?”

I want to, Laura thought silently, so she could be freed from the straitjacket. “No please, I’ll be quiet….mmmph!!!” Laura was gagged again. Blindfolded, she was wheeled out and back to her ‘cell’. Inside, Laura was surprised to see a mat rolled out on the floor in the middle of the room. Next to it were several items and Laura stared at one of them.

“Yup, that’s an incontinence brief, or as colloquially known, a diaper.”

“Mmmdiapmmer?!” Laura cried.

“Yes, you remember what the doctor said before, you do have to wear diapers; we aren’t going to let you use a toilet, not for urinating. Now, lie down.” Laura stood there in disbelief so Jodie helped her down. She restrained Laura’s upper torso then undid the straitjacket’s crotch strap and cut away the panties, shocking Laura even more. Next, she rubbed some icy-cold and sticky cream around the patient’s crotch and anus and easily turned her and slipped the crinkly diaper underneath. After the sound for four adhesive tabs, the dread device was fastened on and back when the crotch strap.

“Mmmmmmp…..” Laura wailed.

“I know it is tight but you’ll get used to it soon. Too loose and you might pee through it.” Nurse Jodie buckled her and shifted her to the same edge she was brought to earlier and Laura was again strapped down. “Have a good sleep Laura, I’ll see you soon.” With that, Jodie cleared the items and left Laura sobbing, bound, gagged and diapered.

To be Continued.

 

 

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