Yes
B (spread eagled)
1 and 2 : One of the girls remains with you to torture you, while the other attended class or does her usual tasks so none of the teachers notices. They change positions every two or three hours.
(maybe one of them is more cruel then the other?)
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brilliant.So, the winning votes are....RopeBunny wrote: 1 day ago 012.
And it feels as though not one, but multiple decisions are being made across the room, starting with whether (Yes or No) my uniform is confiscated, removed. Am I stripped down to my underwear?
Secondly, how am I going to be secured, in this room? Possibly (A) another hogtie, on the bed. Or (B) tied to the actual bed, or (C) the single wooden framed chair.
Finally, will anyone remain? Maybe (1) Alex or possibly (2) Erika, or (3) neither of them, both girls closing the door and leaving me.
Yes.
B.
1.
013.
I don't fight back, and nor do my two captors behave as though they expect me to. Rules are rules, orders are orders and we're all in this now, sucked into the game, at the whims and mercy of others.
Doing as we're told, for better- Alex and Erika -or worse- me -and these roles could change. Easily.
Which isn't to say we're like robots, devoid of emotion. We aren't simply following the steps, uncaring and unfeeling. We just know not to argue with or disobey those whispers from above.
"What about the gag?"
"Um...?" Freed from the ropes, now scattered across the floor. Helped up, standing, having taken a moment to stretch, arms up and reaching leg muscles pulled tight, up onto tip toes before sinking, arms lowering to reach left and right. Dropping to my sides.
Facing off against Alex and Erika, the door behind me yet I won't- can't -run.
"Well...." Looking at me, as I stare passively back. "I think..."
"Probably...."
Because nobody mentioned, considered my gag, which, arriving at the thought even whilst Alex nods, her words mirroring those I can't say.
"We leave it on."
"Definitely." Nodding agreement, smile growing, on hers and Alex's face, growing in direct correlation to the nervous tingle washing across my skin, suddenly feeling too hot.
"Not your clothes, though." Erika holding out her hand. "Tower Hill girl, come on and give them up."
"Fffgggdddmmnnn." Nodding, to show I understand, might not like it, might be my insides are a complete mess at the fact, but I understand.
And I'll comply.
Boots, and socks, which I stuff into the boots, handing them across the small- infinite, given our roles -gap, Erika taking both, tossing both into a corner.
Leggings, bending to roll them down off my butt, to the knee after which stepping out of each leg in turn. Alex taking these, which get tossed too, both girls giggling, happy.
School tie, loosened and removed, shirt following, fingers working downwards, collar to waist and shrugging it off, handed over before I do something stupid like disobeying.
Like running.
Facing them now wearing nothing more then grey cotton pants, small pink bow on the waistband. White bra filled out by my C's, nipples feeling as though stabbing at the flower pattern lace of the cups. Fidgeting, arms up to cover my chest, lowering to my crotch before lifting again to fold beneath my chest.
Dropping to my sides. Restless, overflowing with nervous energy, the tamped down urge to run, or fight, body a mass of tingles.
"Gggrrrddddmm." Fighting to control my breathing, slowly, seeking out some form of calm and finding just enough to return Alex and Erika's amusement filled gazes with my own more level stare. Acting calm, uncaring but beneath the surface I'm full of nerves, half stripped, the exposure ramping things up higher, making this that much more real.
I can feel, actually feel cool air against the now exposed tops of my breasts.
"Pppffftt rrsssgggmmnn." Taking a step towards them, a second.
Come on then, bind me already.
"Lay down." Alex, Erika nodding though, and even I nod. Might not like it, might be my insides are a complete mess at the fact, but I understand.
Stepping between them and climbing up onto the wooden framed single, a relatively basic, mass produced looking thing much like the other furniture here. Not cheap, not for St Christopher's, but not bespoke either.
Duvet already pulled off, flung and the pillow too, pale blue bottom sheet cold against my skin, the mattress giving slightly as I lay down, in the rough centre on my back.
Staying still, going doll like and letting my thoughts drift away. And it isn't a lack of interest in my fate, it's to help me remain calm whilst they bind me, and then afterwards it won't matter as much, won't cause as much panic because I'll already be helpless.
Less panic, hopefully.
Feeling my limbs pulled, stretched, muscles: biceps and calves, belly, going tight. Staring at the ceiling, wondering at an alternative timeline where I'd caught Lucinda, where she hadn't tripped.
Would I, right now be binding her to my bed? In her underwear?
Is that what you'd of chosen for us?
Snatches of words intruding on my thoughts, a disjointed conversation I'm not really paying attention to.
"Like this?"
"Tighter, if she gets out...."
"What about after?"
"After what?"
"No, you do the right arm, I'm not fucking crawling all over."
Pressure, weight. Blinking, actually looking and finding Alex sprawled across me, laid on her belly legs dangling off the bed, reaching and grunting as she binds my right arm, securing it to the upper corner post, which happens to be in the corner of the room, against two walls.
Climbing off me, briefly flashing a smile as our eyes meet and.
Done.
Taking stock, only a quick inspection as I'll no doubt have time later, time to struggle and fight, time to find out if I can escape, if I'm allowed?
Rope has been wrapped and knotted around each limb: wrists and ankles. Four ropes, each of which, the trailing ends have been wrapped and secured low down to a separate bed post, all four ropes pulled and yanked tight, the effect being to reel each limb in, straightening me out, forcing my body flat against the bed, pinning me to the mattress, body splayed out legs spread and arms the same, an X.
"Me?"
"Well," Alex, shrugging one hand already on the door, "it is my room. So."
"True." A shrug from Erika, and if she resents leaving she isn't showing it.
The two of them, my captors exchanging a look, knowing smiles turned smirks: look what we did. Smirking at me, watching as I squirm beneath their scrutiny, a lab experiment on the table, spread out for study. Pulling at all four ropes simultaneously, attempting to bring legs together and arms down, to cover and hide myself, breasts and crotch.
Smirks growing, Alex giggling slightly as I very obviously barely move.
Opening her door, closing it behind Erika and turning, leaning back against the wood arms crossed beneath her impressive E cups.
Looking at me, pondering.
Seeking to embarrass me, Alex might (A) order me to struggle, filming it on her phone. Or (B) she unexpectedly wants to talk, to compare my bondage to her own self bondage attempts.
Maybe (C) Alex strips off her St Christopher's uniform, putting on mine, boots and shirt and leggings and tie. Trying it all on for some unknown reason.
I don't fight back, and nor do my two captors behave as though they expect me to. Rules are rules, orders are orders and we're all in this now, sucked into the game, at the whims and mercy of others.
Doing as we're told, for better- Alex and Erika -or worse- me -and these roles could change. Easily.
Which isn't to say we're like robots, devoid of emotion. We aren't simply following the steps, uncaring and unfeeling. We just know not to argue with or disobey those whispers from above.
"What about the gag?"
"Um...?" Freed from the ropes, now scattered across the floor. Helped up, standing, having taken a moment to stretch, arms up and reaching leg muscles pulled tight, up onto tip toes before sinking, arms lowering to reach left and right. Dropping to my sides.
Facing off against Alex and Erika, the door behind me yet I won't- can't -run.
"Well...." Looking at me, as I stare passively back. "I think..."
"Probably...."
Because nobody mentioned, considered my gag, which, arriving at the thought even whilst Alex nods, her words mirroring those I can't say.
"We leave it on."
"Definitely." Nodding agreement, smile growing, on hers and Alex's face, growing in direct correlation to the nervous tingle washing across my skin, suddenly feeling too hot.
"Not your clothes, though." Erika holding out her hand. "Tower Hill girl, come on and give them up."
"Fffgggdddmmnnn." Nodding, to show I understand, might not like it, might be my insides are a complete mess at the fact, but I understand.
And I'll comply.
Boots, and socks, which I stuff into the boots, handing them across the small- infinite, given our roles -gap, Erika taking both, tossing both into a corner.
Leggings, bending to roll them down off my butt, to the knee after which stepping out of each leg in turn. Alex taking these, which get tossed too, both girls giggling, happy.
School tie, loosened and removed, shirt following, fingers working downwards, collar to waist and shrugging it off, handed over before I do something stupid like disobeying.
Like running.
Facing them now wearing nothing more then grey cotton pants, small pink bow on the waistband. White bra filled out by my C's, nipples feeling as though stabbing at the flower pattern lace of the cups. Fidgeting, arms up to cover my chest, lowering to my crotch before lifting again to fold beneath my chest.
Dropping to my sides. Restless, overflowing with nervous energy, the tamped down urge to run, or fight, body a mass of tingles.
"Gggrrrddddmm." Fighting to control my breathing, slowly, seeking out some form of calm and finding just enough to return Alex and Erika's amusement filled gazes with my own more level stare. Acting calm, uncaring but beneath the surface I'm full of nerves, half stripped, the exposure ramping things up higher, making this that much more real.
I can feel, actually feel cool air against the now exposed tops of my breasts.
"Pppffftt rrsssgggmmnn." Taking a step towards them, a second.
Come on then, bind me already.
"Lay down." Alex, Erika nodding though, and even I nod. Might not like it, might be my insides are a complete mess at the fact, but I understand.
Stepping between them and climbing up onto the wooden framed single, a relatively basic, mass produced looking thing much like the other furniture here. Not cheap, not for St Christopher's, but not bespoke either.
Duvet already pulled off, flung and the pillow too, pale blue bottom sheet cold against my skin, the mattress giving slightly as I lay down, in the rough centre on my back.
Staying still, going doll like and letting my thoughts drift away. And it isn't a lack of interest in my fate, it's to help me remain calm whilst they bind me, and then afterwards it won't matter as much, won't cause as much panic because I'll already be helpless.
Less panic, hopefully.
Feeling my limbs pulled, stretched, muscles: biceps and calves, belly, going tight. Staring at the ceiling, wondering at an alternative timeline where I'd caught Lucinda, where she hadn't tripped.
Would I, right now be binding her to my bed? In her underwear?
Is that what you'd of chosen for us?
Snatches of words intruding on my thoughts, a disjointed conversation I'm not really paying attention to.
"Like this?"
"Tighter, if she gets out...."
"What about after?"
"After what?"
"No, you do the right arm, I'm not fucking crawling all over."
Pressure, weight. Blinking, actually looking and finding Alex sprawled across me, laid on her belly legs dangling off the bed, reaching and grunting as she binds my right arm, securing it to the upper corner post, which happens to be in the corner of the room, against two walls.
Climbing off me, briefly flashing a smile as our eyes meet and.
Done.
Taking stock, only a quick inspection as I'll no doubt have time later, time to struggle and fight, time to find out if I can escape, if I'm allowed?
Rope has been wrapped and knotted around each limb: wrists and ankles. Four ropes, each of which, the trailing ends have been wrapped and secured low down to a separate bed post, all four ropes pulled and yanked tight, the effect being to reel each limb in, straightening me out, forcing my body flat against the bed, pinning me to the mattress, body splayed out legs spread and arms the same, an X.
"Me?"
"Well," Alex, shrugging one hand already on the door, "it is my room. So."
"True." A shrug from Erika, and if she resents leaving she isn't showing it.
The two of them, my captors exchanging a look, knowing smiles turned smirks: look what we did. Smirking at me, watching as I squirm beneath their scrutiny, a lab experiment on the table, spread out for study. Pulling at all four ropes simultaneously, attempting to bring legs together and arms down, to cover and hide myself, breasts and crotch.
Smirks growing, Alex giggling slightly as I very obviously barely move.
Opening her door, closing it behind Erika and turning, leaning back against the wood arms crossed beneath her impressive E cups.
Looking at me, pondering.
Seeking to embarrass me, Alex might (A) order me to struggle, filming it on her phone. Or (B) she unexpectedly wants to talk, to compare my bondage to her own self bondage attempts.
Maybe (C) Alex strips off her St Christopher's uniform, putting on mine, boots and shirt and leggings and tie. Trying it all on for some unknown reason.
Has to be C.
Maybe they destroy them or sell them online so you will get real trouble when you show back up at school next time without correct clothing - if you ever get back at school.
Maybe they destroy them or sell them online so you will get real trouble when you show back up at school next time without correct clothing - if you ever get back at school.
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B please. Lets hearvall about it.