Clare was shocked to see that Alison was writing a story about a girl from their school that got kidnapped and kept bound and gagged by the school photographer and his wicked female assistant. Alison watched her unlock the door and leave the room. Alison screamed all kinds of muffled obscenities at Clare. She's absolutely helpless there, with her legs spread wide and gagged like that so she can't scream. Alison came back into the room and continued to work on her computer. Once Alison had gone Clare opened up her lap top. Did you get the stuff I told you to bring? Clare pushed Alison face down onto the bed.
Suppose a passing man or woman for that matter wants to take advantage of her? Clare smiled to herself as Alison cried into her gag, and struggled as the hot wax dripped onto her breasts and stomach. After about an hour Clare who was a year younger than Alison arrived home still wearing her school uniform, which consisted of a grey skirt with a white shirt with the top three buttons unfastened, her blue and grey school tie hung loosely around her neck, she had dyed jet black hair with red streaks in it which was cut short. She took Alison through a gate in the wooden fence which separated the two back gardens. She then attached a loop of string to the card. Eventually they reached the arena and Alison chose a spot for Clare across from the main entrance where everyone could see her.
Her bound arms were threaded over the back of the chair and her wrist bindings were made secure to the back of it. The petite sixteen year old blonde entered the house she was wearing a red and white checked shirt tied up at the front to show her bellybutton piercing, light blue denim shorts, and white trainers, her long blonde hair was neatly brushed back and tied up into a ponytail. Alison watched in horror as Clare pulled a cigarette from a packet in her pocket and lit it. She returned closing at locking the bedroom door behind her; she took the key from the lock and put it in the pocket of her jeans. She thought she was going to choke as she coughed and retched as the panties were forced deep into her mouth by the bra; the poor girl in her story was gagged with two pairs of panties and bra she was relieved that Clare stopped at one pair. Alison knew that even if she could get free from her bindings she never be able to take the key from the much bigger stronger girl. Alison lay trembling with cold as she watched Clare leave the room once more.
Alison jumped and gagged protests filled the room as she felt her panties being lifted and huge handful of Ice placed inside and rubbed over her pussy. But again Clare ignored her and continued reading the story. Despite being roughly the same age Alison and Clare had never been really good been friends even though they had lived next door to each other all their lives, and their friendship was now even more strained after Alison who is a prefect at the same school as Clare reported her and her friend to the gym mistress after she caught them smoking behind the gym, which earned Clare and her friend one hours detention every evening after school for two weeks. She then attached rope to the rope binding her wrists and secured that to railings. Strong fingers grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth open and the silk panties were forced into her mouth. Alison was surprised at the ease in which Clare picked her up and threw her over her shoulder, before carrying her into her bedroom and dropping her down onto her bed. Clare knew it was useless to resist and slowly started to walk out of the house, she felt really embarrassed as everyone stopped to read her sign, many laughing at her as they read.
A few minutes later Alison returned wearing fresh underwear. Clare screamed into her gag as she watched the two satisfied girls walk away leaving her there for all to see. She isn't wearing any panties. Clare took a cigarette packet from her pocket and opened it. She rolled Clare on to her side and took the first of the mice out of the cage. After a short while Clare removed her hand leaving the ice in there she stood back and laughed as Alison tried to shake the ice loose with little success. Alison shook her head refused to move.
Once Daniel was settled Alison returned to the lounge and began her work on her lap top. Alison growled an inaudible response through the mass of balled up panties in her mouth. Alison moaned into her gag but barely a muffled whine could be heard. Alison then picked up more rope and tape to take with them. Also in the draw she found a number of pairs of expensive nylon stockings. Alison watched Clare go over to the table and pick up some items.
Alison moaned an inaudible muffled reply. Once she had changed she sat down on the bed next to Alison and continued to read more of the stories on the T. Alison held Clare tightly while Sarah removed her panties and forced them into her already full mouth pushing and prodding until all of the panties were in causing her to cough and retch as the panties tickled her throat. Not wanting to anger Clare, Alison slowly began to remove her trainers and socks, while she was getting undressed Clare began searching through the draws in her room until she found her underwear draw. They went out of the back door so not to be seen by anyone passing by coming home from a Friday night out.
Her mum would never allow anyone to smoke in the house. Despite being a year younger than Alison, Clare was much bigger and stronger and easily managed to overpower the small girl pushing her down onto the bed. Alison screamed as Clare began to cut off her soaking wet panties. Chapter 3 Clare took her iPhone from her bag and rolled Alison onto her side so she was facing her, she switched the camera on the phone onto video mode. Once inside the bungalow Alison was taken into the lounge and pushed down onto the leather sofa, where Clare wasted no time in tightly binding her knees and ankles again.
Mrs Jackson gave her all the information she needed like Daniels bed time and what to give him for his supper etc. Oh yes these will taste much nicer. Once her panties were cut off Clare dried Alison with the thick warm towel the best she could, before rolling her over onto a dry part of the large king sized bed, she then took thick warm quilt and wrapped Alison up in it. Once the door was opened she checked to see there was no one around before dragging Alison into the bungalow and closed the door. I have something to do before I forget.