Secondary School Tie Up Games: NYGH


“Stay here,” Yan Long said, though naturally she couldn’t move anywhere. Just as he opened the door, a loud protesting grumbling was heard. First, the shape of a white long pleated skirt and dirty white shoes was visible, followed by the visibility of brownish shorts and uniform with sweat-stained white shirt.

“Hey! Hey! No, Bu Yao!!!” came the higher pitched screamed but the NYGH student, Zhang Huiling was shoved in by Wei Rong’s Chinese High friend, Wong Guoyun. “Hi, Ying…oh My Gosh!” she cried, seeing her old kindergarten classmate chair bound and gagged. “What…hey!” she too was shoved into another chair similar to the one Su Ying was bound to.

“Mmmmph!!” Su Ying cried in protest of her friend who she hadn’t seen in ages. The two boys ignored her as Guoyun held her down on her shoulders as Wei Rong pasted another piece duct tape across her lips. Bit by bit, they held her down and soon enough duct taped her to the chair in the same fashion as Su Ying. The last act was to part was to fold up her shirt to reveal the black short FBT shorts hugging her waist, causing her to give protest through her tape gag.

“Mmmmph!! Mmmpph!!!!” Both girls wailed at each other and the boys, especially because of their upskirt. “Oh shaddup will yah?” Called Wei Yong as both boys continued to some online game on their handphones. Despite that call the girls continued to protest through their gags. Wei Rong shook his head and disappeared short returning with two cloths in his hand.

“What…oh you want to stuff their mouths.” Upon hearing that, the bound girls yelped further.

“Ok girls, you shut up or these go in along with more tape.” Sighing, the captive gave in.

“Nǐ tài kèbóle,” the Chinese High Boy grumbled just as the doorbell rang again.

TBC.

Secondary School Tie Up Games: SCGS


I can’t believe I intentionally missed the Chess try outs for this, twelve going on to thirteen year old Tan Su Ying thought as she shifted slightly in the chair. Slightly was the best adjective since her arms were literally stuck to the armrest and her legs were similarly ‘attached’ to the front legs of the wooden chair. Or rather, silvery duct tape secured them to the chair, with the tape wound tightly at her wrists, below her knee. A large strip of tape covered her lips. “Shmmmm,” she swore.

Hours earlier…

“Hey sis, remember what we talked about yesterday?” Her sixteen year old brother Yan Long asked as they both stepped off the bus.

“Har what?” I tried to pretend I didn’t remember.

“Play the games we used to play as children.”

“You wanto to regress issit…”

“No silly. We want to enjoy the good ol times.”

“I don’t think being a captive to you and your pals is considered any enjoyment. Besides, I’ve got to attend chess club later. It’s the time for tryouts.”

“You hate chess; you already got into guides.”

“No…”

“Please? For your brother?”

“No…”

He suddenly grabbed her in a tight bear hug. “Hey stop it! You’re making a scene!”

“If you don’t want to attract attention…” but we were already in the lift. Within two minutes, he managed to drag me inside our place and threw me down into one of our chairs.

Present time…

“Mmmp…” she groaned through the gag.

“Sorry, cant hear you…” he called, looking up from his homework. “Whymummphuopenmyl” she cried but he ignored me. What she meant was was it necessary to stretch my legs open to reveal my you know what. Ok, like every good school girl, she was wearing my PE shorts underneath for practical and modesty purposes but the was she was forced to sit, the edge of my white panties might visible. Just as she was about to protest again, the doorbell rang…

TBC

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