SG Schools: Changing uniforms

I’m glad that’s over, Wong Hui Xing thought as she exited her school. There was a sudden gush of wind, even on the blazing hot day, so she held down herlight blue sundress-like uniform. Thank goodness I wear my green FBT shorts underneath she thought. Just as she moved another step, her handphone buzzed.

“Hello, Miss Wong,” the nasal voice began. “Please take a look.” Hui Xing peered at the MMS that just came in and saw her cousin, Yang Xiuqing, wearing her NYGH uniform. What was more unusual was that there was a large white tape over her mouth and her hands were apparently behind her back, undoubtedly bound.

“I’m sure to understand the gravity situation, Miss Wong. It would be in your best interests to head to Coronation road before the next hour. Look for a dark blue van with an open back door. Remember, telling any one else would mean your cousin suffers. Goodbye.”

Wonderful, she thought. End of my examinations and I get into a tie-up quest again. Hui Xing had been a member of a TUG group since 10, which entailed girls becoming damsels-in-distress and bound and gagged in various methods. Hui Xing had progressed from simple cloth ties and gags, to rope and stuff gags, various adhesive tape and cleave gags, differing rope bindings, handcuffs and chains. Now sixteen plus, she had even had underwear belong to her and others in her mouth, and even a sanitary pad used to muffle her speech. The games were often therapeutic and fun, but also annoying when they came out of the blue and targeted people close to her.

I wonder what it will be this time, she said, thankfully hoping on a early bus. What do the boys want? Just a fun session watching us squirm? Giving us some light torture? Teasing us? They’ve placed hot stuff near our skin and even ice cubes down our underwear. We’ve also suffered TENs electric shock. And light spankings. Oh gosh, we’ve been through so much…Before Hui Xing knew it, she was at her destination. The sun was shining even brighter that before, so many people were scurrying to the shade of the nearby shopping centre or other outlets. As instructed, Hui Xing made her way down King’s road and near one house was indeed a van with an open door. She galcned around but the rest of the street was deserted and no one was visible in any of the houses. It’s a special trap she thought, and moved cautiously to the front first.

Her phone buzzed again. “I said back, Miss Wong,” the same voice said. “You do know where there is right? Suggest you do so immediately.” In the background Hui Xing her a muffled yell. Shit, they are torturing Qing, she thought, and reluctantly changed her direction. Inside the van she found two handcuffs, a stripe of tape, and, oh gosh, she thought, one of Qing’s panties. “Cuff your hands behind and ankles. You know what to do with the others.” Just as she decided not against the instructions, the door slammed shut and a locking sound was heard. Oh well, she thought, hopefully this game isn’t going to last that long. She proceeded to cuff her ankles, then stuff the panties in her mouth, sealing it shut with a stripe of tape. Well, thankfully it taste clean. As soon as she cuffed her hands behind her back, throwing her against the hard wall.

After like half an hour of bumpy driving, Hui Xing felt the van slow down and the noise of a garage open. Minutes later the van’s door snapped open and she was carried out. Re-orienteering her eyes to the light, it was just as she expected, the boys in their school uniforms, but ties off and masks on. Hui Xing was carried out of the garage into a living room and placed on the floor. “Mmmmppph?” She asked a question through her panty gag. What’s up guys? Where’s Qing?

The answer came seconds later as her cousin was brought in, hands bound behind her with zip ties and mouth still gagged as she was shown in the picture. Two boys held the half PRC Chinese girl while another two brought Hui Xing up. Then, a fifth boy emerged.

“Ah, you finally made it,” he said in the nasal voice then changed to his normal voice. “Welcome, Hui Xing. Now, it’s definitely time to let you into the whole plan?” Hui Xing only glared at him. “Oh, don’t show me that face. It’s quite simple. In her school,” he pointed at Xiuqing, “there are examination papers being readied for us next week. We want you to hack into the school computers and get us a copy of the papers, specifically the physics paper. Ok?”

“Mmmpph,” Hui Xing shook her head. No way am I going to do anything that would get me into huge trouble, especially the police!

One of the girls holding the NYGH girl produced a shaver-like device and pressed it again her arm. With a buzzing tone, the young girl collapsed on the floor. “Mmmmph!” Hui Xing cried but was restrained by the other boys.

“It’s perfectly fine, unless the switch to higher voltage. But no, we’re not that evil. It won’t be a crime Hui Xing, not with your expert hacking skills. You’ll do it, because you did it before for yourself in your own school. He extracted a tablet from the backpack he had on and pressed a video showing her breaking into the SCGS office in the evening. “Now are we in agreement?”

Hui Xing reluctantly nodded.

“Good,” he gestured to his accomplices, who cut off Xiuping’s bonds and unlocked both handcuffs on Hui Xing. “Now, ladies, strip.”

“Mmmmpph!” the both protested.

“Stop whining. Xing’s going to wear your uniform. Now, don’t make me repeat myself.” Both gagged girls looked at each other and remembered they have been semi-naked many times before the boys, even at younger ages. Soon enough, they were down to their undies–beige bra and white panties for Xiuqing, while dark brown bra and pink bikini panties for Hui Xing. They also left their shorts–black FBTs and green shorts–on the floor.

“Nice,” the boys whistled together. “But not sure if a brown bra is acceptable in NYGH? Exchange bra’s girls. Turn around or go behind the wall. But no tricks.” Both girls shivered as they did so. As so as Xiuping returned with the brown and slightly wrong cup sized bra, two boys seized her and cuffed her hands behind her. Xing struggled in her cousin’s school uniform; they weren’t exactly the same size.

“Now,” the ring leader said, approach the new “NYGH” girl and tearing away her gag. “You’ll need this,” he switched her earrings and watch. After a giving her a glass of water, and whispering instructions, he said, “You have until five pm.”