A Victorious fanfic: Bound and panty gagged

NB: I do not  own the TV series Victorious. I have no grudge against Elizabeth Gillies or Victoria Justice.

Tori Vega, one of the most gifted  girls at Hollywood Arts, hated one main  ting, or rather person in the world and that was Jade West. Similarly, Jade herself hated the newest addition to the school. Unfortunately, at this  moment, both girls were  about  to share something of each other…

“Listen lady, I’ve no  more patience. Stuff that in your friend’s mouth or you’ll  face immense pain,” the masked intruder  said. Both girls were in the middle of a forest on a camping trip gone wrong. They were currently held at gun point and forced to strip to their bra and panties.

“Please….ow!!! Ok,” Tori leaned forward and Jade  shuddered, unable  to be a usual fierce self. The Goth girl regrettably opened her mouth and accepted the balled-up pink panties in  Tori hand. They were supposedly clean undies  from  her camping  bag though Jade  never believed  any word of Tori’s. “Good,” one of the intruder’s said, ripping on a piece of duct tape and plastering the underwear in place. “Now you, freaky girl, do the same to her.”

Jade would have protested had there not been a M4 carbine  pointed at her. Instead, she picked  up her own black bikini panties and Tori too regrettably opened her  mouth, accepting her nemesis’ underwear. Tape soon followed. Both  girls were  then hogtied thoroughly.

The End. Short story.

Fresher’s Week

I had just arrived from overseas and was kicked into the middle of my University’s Fresher’s week. I’m about 152 cm tall, slim, medium sized breasts and long black shiny hair that flows down to my breasts. Still, I’m very Tom Boy-ish and wear jeans practically everyday; skirts only if I have to.

I finally moved into hall after lots of administrative trouble with tons of stuff so much that I even had to ship stuff over in two big parcels. I immediately go to meet my new flat mates—Sian, Catherine, Lauren and Jemimah all who were much taller than me. Jemimah immediately clicked with me as she was an avid chess player and interested in photography. “I play touch rugby and was a cheerleader too,” she said, as I let her try the titbits I brought from overseas.

Fresher’s week is an understatement—the orientation for first years lasted two weeks at least. In the first, after settled my courses, I plunged into the crowd and like thousands of others, was loaded with tons of leaflets and goodies. I head straight for the chess club booth and Jemimah and I signed up. Then I followed my new friend around as she tried out for the sports teams and it was there I met another lot of new faces. In the second week, it was down to orientation with the groups, but somehow the chess society did not have one. “Come along to my rugby initiation then,” Jemimah said “you get to meet both the girls and boy’s team.”


Their orientation was held in a house about two miles away and really early. Jemimah was in direct contrast to me in clothing—she wore a purple mini skirt with pink tights and a black cardigan over a blue spaghetti strap top and black bra while I was in jeans and long sleeved shirt ( I was still adjusting to the weather). “We’ve got to improve you dress sense dear” my friend remarked as we walked to the place. The party was the usual student’s kind—lots of drinks, small snacks and loud music which I didn’t particularly favour but didn’t complain. Again, I shook hands and hugged a whole new bunch of people and was lingering around when suddenly someone shouted, “Initiation!”


With that the light suddenly went out and I was grabbed from behind, a hand around my mouth and an arm around my torso. “MMmmmgh!” I scream when a voiced hissed into my ear “it’s the game, darling”. I ‘m not you darling, I thought but hear other muffled screams too. I was dragged out of the living room and felt my feet hit another person until I was forced down on the ground. The hand was removed from my mouth for one second when a cloth like material was forced into my jaw, muffling my shouting again. I continued to struggle as my arms were yanked behind me and cords were wrapped around my wrists. No! I thought but decided not to struggle further as I may injure myself. So my hands were bound and my ankles were given the same treatment, then I was yanked up and carried over the guy’s shoulder. At the same time, I continued to hear more kicking sounds and muffled yells. I felt the guys hand grope my bum and thought you sicko, I ‘m going to get you for this. Later, you would see that I changed my mind.


The lights went back on as I was laid back on my bum. “Hi, I’m Joe,” and I finally got a look at the person assaulting me. A quick look around and I saw eight other guys with girls tied up in the room. “You’re my captive for two days.” Captive? I’m not in the rugby team, I screamed as tried to push the cloth out of my mouth. He saw that and shaking his head, he adjusted it in again and producing another strip of cloth, he sealed it it. I was now effectively bound and gagged.


“Alright, there’s only on bed so one at a time; Joe you go first!” With that, Joe lifted me up and he helped me as I hobbled to the bed. I was laid down and suddenly he hovered over me. No, don’t you touch me, I thought but instead his shadow moved away and I heard cracking noises. His hand reappeared with ice cubes in them and I shirked as he lifted my shirt and stuck cubes between my bra and my breasts. I shuddered and moved wildly across the bed, but he held me firm there. Then he lowered his head and licked my face many times.


I was brought back to the corner as I watched other girls, including Jemimah receive the same form of “torture”. Finally, someone shouted, “Bed time! Get comfy with your bonds girls, tomorrow’s another day.” Already tired from the dancing and alcohol, I managed to fall asleep despite my bonds and gag.


I woke up and realised I was still trussed up. Instead of Joe however, a female face peered over me. She reached down and I gave no resistance as my gag and bonds were removed. “Th…” I began but she covered my mouth and said, “The game ain’t over sweetie.” I was helped up and given water that I thankfully accepted but urgently need to use the bathroom. I tried to indicate that but she said suddenly, “strip.” Strip? I thought, “Strip dear, unless you want me to do it for you. We’re playing dressing games now.” I gave an argument but finally gave in and slowly removed my jeans and shirt. “Bra and panties too,” I was told and was buck naked soon. There were only two of us in the room and I was turned such that my back was to her. Shivering, I waited until I felt something being wrapped around my crotch and waist. Even not turn around I knew it was a diaper and said it out loud. “That’s right dear, you’re being diapered for a while with a Tena Slip. Hold still.” I found no reason not so and the diaper was firmly attached to me. “You expect me to use it?” I said, still turn my back to her. “Duh. Joe will explain later honey.” Next, a large tank top was placed over me and I saw it was a cheerleader’s shirt, one size too large for me. “My bra?” I said “Nope dear. Wear what you get”. The final item was the skirt which barely covered the diaper. “Have a nice time” was the girl’s final remark and Joe came in.


“You look so cute,” he said and I blushed, feeling terribly naked. “I’m not even in the rugby team,” I gave my protest, “let me go. This is silly.” “Nope,” he replied, “it’s our form of game. Jemimah told me about you and your dress style. You look much better in this.” “I don’t,” I said, stamping my bare feet but suddenly realized I couldn’t go anywhere. The girl had taken my clothes and underwear and there was no way I could walk back in a diaper and bra-less. “I guess I have to be tied up now?”


Naturally was Joe’s answer and I was made to lie on the bed. Instead of rope, I was handcuffed to all ends of the bed in spear eagle style. “Open wide,” Joe said and something was bunched up in his hand. It was a silky material that was sealed in place with duct tape. “My sister’s knickers’—don’t worry, their clean”, he said making me shriek further. Giving me a kiss, he department and Jemimah was marched in with the same girl. I tried to tilt my head and watched as Jemimah was diapered and dress like me. Meanwhile, my bladder emptied itself onto the diaper and it felt strange peeing like that but funnily enough, sensual.


Joe came back again as Jemimah was brought out. For the next two hours, I laid there bound, gagged and diapered as Joe introduced himself further, stroking my cheeks, arms and thighs. In another place, I might have screamed and screamed and report him as a molester but I begain to enjoy it. Apparently, the girls were bound in this house while the new rugby boys were given another form of initiation next door. The diaper girl was actually the head of the cheerleading team and I would finally be released tomorrow, after a sort of “fashion parade”, where every girl would be displayed bound, gagged and diapered. “Oh, I’m hungry and I bet you are. Want something?” I gave a grunt in reply as I only had a slice of pizza and some chips last night. Joe return with some ham sandwiches and unlocked me. My hands still stiff, he cuffed them behind my back while he removed the gag. “Thanks,” I said as he fed me


“So what’s next?” I said, “finishing my last bite. “Oh we’ll order lunch for all and then You’ll be re tied in a hog tie and then to a chair. You know what’s a hog tie don’t you?” I didn’t actually and said the “assault” last night was really frightening but quite fun. We then found that we had more similar interests in astronomy and chemistry when finally Joe said, “Let’s get you moving.”


That meant being cuffed wrists and ankles and gagged, this time with a piece of cloth and tape. Joe lead me out to the main room where the other girls were all tied up—I was the only one cuffed. “I bought handcuffs specially for this,” Joe whispered in my ear. Lunch came soon and again I filled the diapers with my urine and realized I was blushing. “Looks like your girl’s the fastest in wetting, Joe” another guy remarked. He must have see the yellow stain on my diaper since I was forced to sit with my legs open.


The hog tying was not as bad as I thought, maybe because Joe made it not too tight. But after 30 minutes, it began to hurt my arms. While I lay there, Joe again was stroking me and feeling my long hair. He’s actually a great guy, I thought, despite all this “fun”. As I was released from my hog tie, I felt Joe rubbing my wrists and arms with some ointment before passing it to the rest. He does have some magical touch I thought.


We were allowed to use the bathroom for besides peeing before we were separated and tied to the chair. I noticed that my diaper was about half full and as Joe strapped me to the chair, I told him. “Melissa will let you change later”, he said his face really close to mine. Suddenly, our lips met and we had a long kiss before he pressed tape—two pieces this time—across my lips.


Later, the cheerleading captain did come in and gave me a new diaper, remarking I was the only one to get a change. I blushed as I slid it on myself and straighten my hair. Joe came back and I submitted to another lot of bounds—this time with tape around my wrists. Then we talked and talked about our interests again before we decided on the fashion show. Joe would cuff my wrists and ankles but wrap rope above and below my breasts, while my gag would be a tight stuff gag. So it did happen the next day and somehow I was voted the sexist captive amongst the group. As I slid back into my shirt, Joe came by and pressed a skirt into my arms. “Wear this instead of your jeans.” And so I did and that marked the end of a wild Fresher’s week, where I found my boyfriend.

Tied with only a towel on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Loose the uniform,” he commanded.

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

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

“No, skirt off”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Le Yang’s First Time

Le Yang’s first time

“What the hell are you doing ?”

Perhaps the six deadliest words that can be uttered when you are sitting tied back to back with the older sister of the girl who just said them. But that was the situation I was in. Le Hui and I were tied pretty tightly back to back, our arms around each other, gagged with matching blue bandanas. Le Yang, her younger sister stood framed in the doorway, staring in disbelief.

It had all began rather innocently. Le Hui, Charles and I were hanging out in Le Hui’s room. I was dressed in my school T-Shirt and skirt without shorts underneath while Le Hui was still in her sleeveless white school blouse and long pleated skirt. Suddenly, Charles began digging around in Le Hui’s CD collection.
“So, did you get that new album ?”
“Maybe.” Le Hui said grinning.
“So maybe you should let me borrow it.”
“So maybe you should go buy your own.”
“So maybe I should steal it from you instead.”
“Kinda hard with me standing here.”
“Then you better draw for it, pilgrim.”

Le Hui and Charles faced each other in their mock duel. I almost expected a tumbleweed to roll across the floor between them. They went for their toy guns. Le Hui drew first and for a brief moment, knew victory. But she snapped her arm out too hard and fast and the gun slipped out of her hand, spun counterclockwise in the air and hit the floor. Charles raised his gun, grinning fiendishly as we raised our hands overhead. Now that we were effectively his prisoners, he had us sit on the edge of Le Hui’s bed back to back, our arms around each other’s waist. He pulled out coils of rope and began tying us up.
He worked fast, tying the wrists together first, palms out, then looping coil after coil of white cloth strips around our bodies and made some fat knots. After we were plentifully tied at the waist and shoulders, he tied our feet and knees.
While we wiggled and squirmed, testing the restraints, Charles crouched down and fetched two bandanas. He folded them into wide triangles the rolled them down into thick bands of cloth for gags.
“Open wide, Le Hui.” he said cheerfully as she presented her with the neatly made gag. Le Hui obeyed reluctantly and Charles knotted the cloth tightly across her mouth.
“Your turn Leanne.” she said moments later. Charles pulled the fabric harshly across my mouth, pulling the corners of my lips up and back. I hate cleave style gags, their about as tasty as a mouthful of sawdust. He tied it behind my head. Then Le Yang opened the door to Le Hui’s room and all hell broke loose.
“What the hell are you doing ?” she asked as she stared at me and Le Hui sitting bound and gagged on the bed. We froze. Even without the gags it was going to be hard to explain why we were in this position. The young girl by the way was dressed in a spaghetti strap with beige bra showing and a skort.
Charles, clever as always did something unexpected and told her- the truth.” I’m stealing your sister’s CDs, so I had to tie up her and Leanne so they couldn’t stop me.”
Le Yang almost laughed, ” What if they get loose ?”
“They won’t.” Charles said confidently,” but you see, I have a new problem.” Le Hui let out a warning growl.
“What ?” Le Yang asked.
“There’s another witness and I simply CAN’T have any witnesses.”
Le Yang’s eyes widened.
“Oh I see.. so you think you’re going to tie me up too ?”
“That’s the idea. Stick ’em up.”
Charles raised her gun at Le Yang. At that moment I expected her to just roll her eyes and walk out of the room.
Le Yang rolled her eyes…. and raised her hands over her head. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room slowly as Charles directed. Charles had her climb onto the bed and lay on her belly. Le Yang placed her hands behind her back and awaited the first knots. Charles fetched some new rope to tie her up with.
“So this is what you all do whenever I’m not around ?” she asked as Charles tied her hands, palms out.
” And sometimes when you are.” Charles said smiling.
” That explains the weird noises I keep hearing in here on weekends.”
” Yes, we get a little rope-happy around each other by the end of the week.”
Le Yang giggled,” You all are definitely the goofiest.”
Charles tied Le Yang’s feet together next, side by side, not a complex tie-up t all. The first one never is. After that, Charles bent over the edge of the bed and dug around inside the box for something. For a brief moment I envisioned her bringing out even more cloth strips to put Le Yang in a hog-tie but she came up with a roll of duct tape instead.
Charles flipped Le Yang over onto her back and ripped off a strip of tape to gag her.
“Uh-uh” Le Yang said shaking her head”, I want a pretty blue bandana like they have.”
“I’m outta them, now close your mouth.”
Le Yang did so and Charles smeared the tape firmly in place over her lips. Le Yang mmphed experimentally. Charles proceeded to tear of another strip and stretched it over the first one for emphasis. Le Yang mumbled angrily at her. Charles threw Le Yang back onto her belly. The girl twisted and flexed in her restraints, air whistling through her nose.
Charles checked the knots holding all of us before she rifled Le Hui’s CD collection. He plucked out the aforementioned CD and closed the box.
“You know Le Hui, it would be so much easier if you had let me borrow the damn thing. Welcome to the party, Le Yang. Enjoy yourselves.”
Le Hui and I let out a single whine of protest. Charles stopped in mid-exit and looked at us. She slapped her forehead, ” Sorry guys.” she said and plucked Le Hui’s Metallica black album from the collection. Le Hui snarled fiercely.
“”Just teasing.” Charles cooed, putting the CD back in place. He hated metal anyway, but it was a good bluff. Charles pulled along pair of scissors out of Le Hui’s box and tossed them on the floor far away from us.
“There ya go.” she said with a sly wink. She turned and bounced out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Le Hui and I began struggling in earnest, pulling, tugging, flexing this way and that inside the cloth strips pinning us together. Le Yang rolled over onto her side and watched, snickering behind her gag.
I gave her a harsh, warning glare. She just rolled her eyes then puffed out her cheeks as full as she could. The tape gave with a snap and a rush of air. She rubbed the remainder off onto the bed covers. Le Yang licked her lips,” Was that really supposed to keep me quiet ?”
She flipped over onto he back and slid off the bed onto her feet. She hopped across the room toward the far wall, turned and slid down onto her butt, then rolled across the carpet toward the scissors lying only 30 or so feet away.
After a few near misses, Le Yang grabbed them, inverted the blades and cut her hands free. She snipped her feet loose next and stood up. Impressive, it had taken her about 20 seconds to get loose. Le Hui and I made urgent noises through our gags.
“Maybe I ought to leave you there until mom gets home.” Le Yang sneered.
Le Hui slid her gag loose,” Do that and you’ll never see daylight again !”
Le Yang was silent for a moment then cut us loose. After that, she was one-million-questions girl. She wanted to know everything. How we got started. When we “did this stuff”; the whole thing. We filled her in.
“So this is what you guys do when you get together ?” she asked at the end.
“Usually.” I replied.
“Sounds like fun.”

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