Guys, apologies for the delay in getting part two done. It’s been so long I’ve included part one in case you’ve forgotten it!
Thanks for the positive and critical feedback of part one, both are useful. I hope it was worth the wait….
Sarah’s ‘Baby-sitting’ Experience Part 1
Sarah was 18 years and 2 weeks old. She was entering her last year of high school and was part of the cheerleading team. She earned extra money babysitting around the houses of some neighbours. Tonight she was baby-sitting for the Kelly’s. She had never experienced the two Kelly boys – and this was going to be one experience she was never going to forget.
She arrived at 8.00pm to find the parents getting ready to go out.
‘We won’t be back until late – probably about 12.00am Mr Kelly said as he fixed his shirt and tie. ‘Where are the boys’ Sarah asked,
‘Oh I’m sure they’ll be down in a minute he replied’. Mrs Kelly came downstairs and greeted Sarah,
‘Come on Tim we’ll be late if we don’t hurry up’ she said.
Tim grabbed his wallet and headed out the door ‘about 12.00am’ were his last words as he slammed the door shut.
The lounge door open the two boys walked in, Michael and Scott were not boys that Sarah knew well. She had heard that they top of their class in school and were already playing for the junior football team.
‘Hey, how are you guys’ she asked ‘Oh we’re great’ Michael replied. ‘Wanna watch some TV, there’s a good movie on tonight?’ ‘That’ sounds good’ said Sarah as the boys settled into the settee beside her. ‘That’s a nice top you’ve got on’ said Scott ‘thanks,’ Sarah replied – not expecting a compliment from a 12 year old boy.
Sarah was an attractive girl and she knew it. About 5’6 tall, slim build, blonde hair and blue eyes – she never had any trouble attracting boys. This was despite the fact that she was only a 32B. Tonight she was wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a Tommy HF t-shirt.
‘Fancy a coke’ Michael said ‘Yeah that would be great’ Sarah replied.
What nice boys this will be an easy way to make 20 dollars. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Michael returned with three cokes and they all settled down to watch the movie. It wasn’t long until the warm atmosphere, comfy couch and powdered sleeping tablets all began to have their effect on Sarah as she dozed off to sleep.
‘Right let’s go’ Scott said as the two boys headed off up the stairs. They soon returned with some scarves they had bought at a local car boot sale. They looked knowing at each other and eased Sarah off the settee as she stirred gently. Little did the unconscious young girl know of these boys growing sexual realisations and desire to tickle girls.
It was not long before they had her hands neatly secured via the scarves to the ends of the settee legs. Soon her legs were similarly secured to a heavy chair. Michael and Scott stepped back to admire they handiwork. They felt that slightly tense, excited feeling that one gets when about to embark on a pleasurable adventure.
They woke Sarah and as she ‘came to’ realised that she had been in some way immobilised during her sleep. She struggled to understand exactly what was going on as she felt Michael climb on her waist. She thought it was a kind of game and confidently announced,
‘Get off me this instant you little worm’ – not realising the full extent of her situation.
Michael replied, ‘I have no intention of getting off you – insolent – bitch, you’re going to have a long night’.
With that he began to lift her t-shirt up and carefully rolled it up to her bra line. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing’ Sarah screamed.
‘Well we don’t think we’re ‘doing’ anything – we intent to tickle you until you wet yourself and pee all over the carpet. Then you can try to explain that to our parents’ Michael said.
With that Michael began to massage her naked midriff with this fingers. Sarah exploded into laughter. She remembered when her three bigger brothers used to do this every Saturday afternoon when her parents went out shopping. One would hold her hands down one would take off her shoes and socks and the other would tickle her bare stomach. It was awful.
Michael continued to tickle her midrift whilst Scott placed his weight on the girls legs to stop her bucking. Sarah started to scream but this was in no way going to stop Michael’s adventurous fingers. Her belly was so soft and smooth, as you would expect from a young girl, Michael was really starting to enjoy himself.
‘Please stop, stop’ was all Sarah could manage as Michael continued to work on her midrift, Sarah was beginning to sweat gently as about 10 minutes of torture passed.
Scott said’ I wonder what’s under those sneakers of yours?’
‘Good idea’ said Michael, lets find out. He got off her and turned round to lie down beside her feet. The boys started to slow unlace her shoes and Sarah started to really panic,
‘Not my feet, please not my feet I’ll do anything’…‘We’ll see about that later’ said Scott.
The shoes came off and underneath were a pair of cute white socks. The boys started to scrape their fingers up and down Sarah’s feet as she screamed for mercy – but there was none. After about another 10 minutes of torture Sarah was sweating heavily from all the tickling and suddenly both boys stopped.
‘Please set me free and I won’t tell your parents about any of this’ she pleaded.
‘Well that’s very reassuring’ Scott said ‘Not that they would believe you anyway’ he sniggered. Sarah suddenly realised her torment wasn’t over yet.
‘I wonder what her armpits are like?’ Michael said. Why don’t we find out?’
‘Well we can’t get to them without taking off that t-shirt of yours, I hope you’re not easily embarrassed’
With that Michael hoisted the t-shirt over her bra line and tucked it neatly in behind her head. Sarah didn’t really go out with many boys and certainly none had seen her wearing only her bra before, if she could have gone any redder she would have.
‘Your breasts don’t seem very big’ Scott retorted to her ‘We’ll have to investigate them more fully later’…the threat seemed ominous to Sarah, who was preparing herself for the next onslaught.
‘You know just to balance things up we really should take her jeans off too’
‘What’ Sarah exploded ‘don’t you even think of it – you little bastards, I swear when I get free you’re both dead’
‘Oh don’t worry about that we have a plan’ Michael said, and with that freed her legs from the other heavy chair. Sarah kinked wildly to no avail, Scott sat on her legs and brought them together. Michael sat on top of her and began to slowly unbutton her jeans. ‘Right off they come then’ he said and she slowly rolled them down over her hips and clear of her legs. Scott proceeded to re-tie her legs and the boys sat back to admire their handiwork.
They had captured a beautiful blonde girl, just turned 18 and now she sat before them in just her underwear and socks. Cute white bra and matching panty set with flowers. Neatly tied up and cursing wildly. There was just something special about looking at this helpless girl struggling, waiting for the next light touch of their fingers. They knew the night was going to be a long one for Sarah.
‘I wonder where we’ll start next…?’ Scott said.
Sarah’s Babysitting Experience Part 2 (conclusion)
Scott and Michael gazed on at the helpless young girl they had managed to drug and capture for this evenings entertainment. In a moment of humour as they looked at Sarah, Michael remarked
‘It’s certainly cheaper that the cinema’…‘and more fun than going to McDonalds’ Scott retorted.
As if bored by their own conversation, they casually turned to Sarah and said ‘now where were we?’
Sarah continued to struggle fitfully with her bonds, she had no success and it only seemed to entertain the boys. Sarah now just in bra, panties and socks seemed more physically vulnerable to their advances and she knew it. Most areas of her body were now just bare skin and she had realized that these boys would have no conscience about taking off any clothes they deemed necessary to facilitate this torture.
Sarah was lying on her back with her hands tied to the settee and her feet (socks still on) tied to a large chair. Sarah reckoned it would not take the boys long to remove her socks and this was what she dreaded the most. As if reading her mind, Michael leant towards her face and whispered in her ears,
‘I hope you don’t have ticklish feet, mind if we find out?’
Sarah let out a series of expletives which probably boys that age had not even heard before. Of course her swearing was to no avail as the boys slowly sat themselves down beside her feet. Michael and Scott took a cushion each and put them under her feet, just to raise them up slightly and to give them a better angle to stroke them.
This is what the boys really loved; all the babysitters that they captured, all the girls they had tied up – the last (regular) item of clothing to come off was the socks. It was as if they were savouring a great feast and the tastiest delights would always be eaten last.
Slowly the boys rolled off Sarah’s socks and exposed her cute little feet. No more than size 5 they thought and beautifully painted red nails. On top of this was the fact that the strain they had put Sarah through meant that she was sweating gently and her feet were now damp with a light veil of sweat. Michael took one finger and dragged it down from her toes to the bottom of her sole, the sweat causing it to stick and falter on the way down.
Sarah cursed wildly in-between her hysterics,
‘You bastards I swear I’ll kill you for this’
…her tone and words unfortunately no cure to her situation. The boys weren’t going to stop now. Scott was staring at Sarah’s other foot and he couldn’t believe how soft and smooth it was…surely this was as close to heaven as a mortal man (boy) could get?
The poor girl was now sweating (or glowing as girls do?) quite heavily and there were few places that were not covered in warm moisture. She was being tickled mercilessly, the boys running their fingers and nails up and down her defenceless feet. Sarah was now praying fervently for the time that the boys parents would come back and they would find her caught in this situation. Unfortunately for her..that time was still quite far off and her salvation still distant.
The boys finally finished (30 minutes later) with her feet and got off her, giving respite for a few minutes…casually they walked out to the kitchen to get some coke. There was irony in this situation – these boys, still not old enough to drink, but brash enough to tie up an 18 year old girl and tickle her semi-naked body all night. It even annoyed Sarah that they had such a casual attitude to the whole situation. How did they expect to get away with this? Sarah was beginning to get concerned that all this was so well planned and executed that they had some final solution to this problem.
They soon returned (refreshed) and sat down beside Sarah’s head to talk
‘Well Sarah, are you having a good time tonight?’ asked Scott.
‘No I’m f****** well not, now untie me and perhaps we’ll forget about all this’
‘Yeah sure you will – it’ll all be find and I’m sure you won’t tell our parents or show them the marks on your wrists or feet’
said Scott (referring to abrasions that Sarah had picked up from the struggling).
‘We may be 13 but we’re not stupid…we have…others plans to deal with that situation’ Scott continued.
‘So what will be next…you look over dressed for this occasion you know. I really dig that flowery bra and panty set but you’d look better without it’
‘What’ screamed Sarah ‘don’t you dare, that’s f****** illegal’
‘Well actually it’s not we’re only 13 and you’re 18 and don’t flatter yourself – we’re just interested in tickling you…we’re not perverts…but you know yourself that it would be more fun for us if you weren’t…well….wearing so much’ Scott continued.
‘Anyway’ said Michael ‘I can’t see that you have much of a say in the matter and it’s all part of the bigger picture’
Sarah thought, ‘Where the hell do boys of 13 learn phrases that ‘bigger picture’.
As she was considering this she saw Scott walking back over with a pair of scissors. They’re really going to do this; the next thing she felt was cold metal against her body and with one snip her bra strap was cut.
‘Now’ said Scott ‘lets see what’s under here’ with that he lifted up the cut bra revealing Sarah’s small, but pert breasts; the breasts that no boy had seen before…let alone two little bastards she thought.
‘Beautiful’ exclaimed Scott, ‘such a shame to hide them anyway.’
They were beautiful; round, firm, small but in a way that suited Sarah rather than detracted from her. Her nipples were soft (the room was warm) and the surrounding area a delicate shade of pink.
‘Ok, time to find out if you’re really blonde’ Scott said and with that the panties were cut and Scott was pulling them off…and yes, Sarah was a natural blonde….a small triangle of lightly coloured hair covered her pussy. Scott thought that her breasts could not be improved upon…but was clearly wrong.
‘Okey Dokey’ he said, now one hours more tickling and you’re free to go’.
The boys split their intentions, one going to Sarah’s helpless feet and the other sitting on her torso ready to tickle her ribs or underarms as he saw fit.
The next hour was torment for Sarah, not only did she feel exposed (as well she might) but also the relentlessness and hopelessness of her situation added to her ordeal. It passed slowly….
Finally at about 11.45 the boys got off her and looked at each other. Sarah, despite the added pressure the tickling had put on her bladder, had maintained control and not released.
‘Good girl Sarah, no dampness on the carpet, that really would have been a good one to explain to Tim and Margaret’
The condescension in Michaels voice was added insult to her. She lay there, naked, tied to the furniture, as exposed as she ever had been and these brats still had the balls to talk down to her. I’ll make them both pay she thought.
‘Untie men this instant – you two are in for it when your parents get back – I think they’ll believe me when I explain the situation to them. What reason would I have for making a story like this up?’
‘Sarah, you’re right’ said Scott ‘they would probably believe you if you told them (Michael was disappearing at this point) and we probably would get into serious trouble…but you’re not going to….’
Michael had just returned and switched on the main room light, Sarah could now see he was carrying a Polaroid camera.
‘Let me explain’ Scott continued, ‘my brother here is going to take a few pictures of you and should this story ever come out – if it’s the last thing we do, these pictures will be copied and placed round our school or your college next year’.
‘You seem like and intelligent girl, and perhaps a shy one, I could think of few things that you would find more embarrassing that the whole male population of the school knowing what you looked like naked and tied up. I may be wrong…what do you think?’
Even in victory Scott managed to sound patronizing.
Michael finished taking about six photos and disappeared back upstairs with the camera. As he was coming down Scott started to untie Sarah. She could say nothing, all semblance of fairness or equality had been ripped out of the situation. She simply put on her remaining clothes and decided to leave before the Kelly’s got back.
‘Oh just one more thing’ Scott said,
‘We have a kinda rota, we’ll be mentioning to our parents we’d like you back in about a month. You’d better be here or you know what’ll happen….’
Hope you enjoyed the story…sorry for the delay in getting part two written. I’ll take suggestions for future story lines…if you want to let me know.
Thanks for the positive and critical feedback of part one, both are useful. I hope it was worth the wait….
Sarah’s ‘Baby-sitting’ Experience Part 1
Sarah was 18 years and 2 weeks old. She was entering her last year of high school and was part of the cheerleading team. She earned extra money babysitting around the houses of some neighbours. Tonight she was baby-sitting for the Kelly’s. She had never experienced the two Kelly boys – and this was going to be one experience she was never going to forget.
She arrived at 8.00pm to find the parents getting ready to go out.
‘We won’t be back until late – probably about 12.00am Mr Kelly said as he fixed his shirt and tie. ‘Where are the boys’ Sarah asked,
‘Oh I’m sure they’ll be down in a minute he replied’. Mrs Kelly came downstairs and greeted Sarah,
‘Come on Tim we’ll be late if we don’t hurry up’ she said.
Tim grabbed his wallet and headed out the door ‘about 12.00am’ were his last words as he slammed the door shut.
The lounge door open the two boys walked in, Michael and Scott were not boys that Sarah knew well. She had heard that they top of their class in school and were already playing for the junior football team.
‘Hey, how are you guys’ she asked ‘Oh we’re great’ Michael replied. ‘Wanna watch some TV, there’s a good movie on tonight?’ ‘That’ sounds good’ said Sarah as the boys settled into the settee beside her. ‘That’s a nice top you’ve got on’ said Scott ‘thanks,’ Sarah replied – not expecting a compliment from a 12 year old boy.
Sarah was an attractive girl and she knew it. About 5’6 tall, slim build, blonde hair and blue eyes – she never had any trouble attracting boys. This was despite the fact that she was only a 32B. Tonight she was wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a Tommy HF t-shirt.
‘Fancy a coke’ Michael said ‘Yeah that would be great’ Sarah replied.
What nice boys this will be an easy way to make 20 dollars. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Michael returned with three cokes and they all settled down to watch the movie. It wasn’t long until the warm atmosphere, comfy couch and powdered sleeping tablets all began to have their effect on Sarah as she dozed off to sleep.
‘Right let’s go’ Scott said as the two boys headed off up the stairs. They soon returned with some scarves they had bought at a local car boot sale. They looked knowing at each other and eased Sarah off the settee as she stirred gently. Little did the unconscious young girl know of these boys growing sexual realisations and desire to tickle girls.
It was not long before they had her hands neatly secured via the scarves to the ends of the settee legs. Soon her legs were similarly secured to a heavy chair. Michael and Scott stepped back to admire they handiwork. They felt that slightly tense, excited feeling that one gets when about to embark on a pleasurable adventure.
They woke Sarah and as she ‘came to’ realised that she had been in some way immobilised during her sleep. She struggled to understand exactly what was going on as she felt Michael climb on her waist. She thought it was a kind of game and confidently announced,
‘Get off me this instant you little worm’ – not realising the full extent of her situation.
Michael replied, ‘I have no intention of getting off you – insolent – bitch, you’re going to have a long night’.
With that he began to lift her t-shirt up and carefully rolled it up to her bra line. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing’ Sarah screamed.
‘Well we don’t think we’re ‘doing’ anything – we intent to tickle you until you wet yourself and pee all over the carpet. Then you can try to explain that to our parents’ Michael said.
With that Michael began to massage her naked midriff with this fingers. Sarah exploded into laughter. She remembered when her three bigger brothers used to do this every Saturday afternoon when her parents went out shopping. One would hold her hands down one would take off her shoes and socks and the other would tickle her bare stomach. It was awful.
Michael continued to tickle her midrift whilst Scott placed his weight on the girls legs to stop her bucking. Sarah started to scream but this was in no way going to stop Michael’s adventurous fingers. Her belly was so soft and smooth, as you would expect from a young girl, Michael was really starting to enjoy himself.
‘Please stop, stop’ was all Sarah could manage as Michael continued to work on her midrift, Sarah was beginning to sweat gently as about 10 minutes of torture passed.
Scott said’ I wonder what’s under those sneakers of yours?’
‘Good idea’ said Michael, lets find out. He got off her and turned round to lie down beside her feet. The boys started to slow unlace her shoes and Sarah started to really panic,
‘Not my feet, please not my feet I’ll do anything’…‘We’ll see about that later’ said Scott.
The shoes came off and underneath were a pair of cute white socks. The boys started to scrape their fingers up and down Sarah’s feet as she screamed for mercy – but there was none. After about another 10 minutes of torture Sarah was sweating heavily from all the tickling and suddenly both boys stopped.
‘Please set me free and I won’t tell your parents about any of this’ she pleaded.
‘Well that’s very reassuring’ Scott said ‘Not that they would believe you anyway’ he sniggered. Sarah suddenly realised her torment wasn’t over yet.
‘I wonder what her armpits are like?’ Michael said. Why don’t we find out?’
‘Well we can’t get to them without taking off that t-shirt of yours, I hope you’re not easily embarrassed’
With that Michael hoisted the t-shirt over her bra line and tucked it neatly in behind her head. Sarah didn’t really go out with many boys and certainly none had seen her wearing only her bra before, if she could have gone any redder she would have.
‘Your breasts don’t seem very big’ Scott retorted to her ‘We’ll have to investigate them more fully later’…the threat seemed ominous to Sarah, who was preparing herself for the next onslaught.
‘You know just to balance things up we really should take her jeans off too’
‘What’ Sarah exploded ‘don’t you even think of it – you little bastards, I swear when I get free you’re both dead’
‘Oh don’t worry about that we have a plan’ Michael said, and with that freed her legs from the other heavy chair. Sarah kinked wildly to no avail, Scott sat on her legs and brought them together. Michael sat on top of her and began to slowly unbutton her jeans. ‘Right off they come then’ he said and she slowly rolled them down over her hips and clear of her legs. Scott proceeded to re-tie her legs and the boys sat back to admire their handiwork.
They had captured a beautiful blonde girl, just turned 18 and now she sat before them in just her underwear and socks. Cute white bra and matching panty set with flowers. Neatly tied up and cursing wildly. There was just something special about looking at this helpless girl struggling, waiting for the next light touch of their fingers. They knew the night was going to be a long one for Sarah.
‘I wonder where we’ll start next…?’ Scott said.
Sarah’s Babysitting Experience Part 2 (conclusion)
Scott and Michael gazed on at the helpless young girl they had managed to drug and capture for this evenings entertainment. In a moment of humour as they looked at Sarah, Michael remarked
‘It’s certainly cheaper that the cinema’…‘and more fun than going to McDonalds’ Scott retorted.
As if bored by their own conversation, they casually turned to Sarah and said ‘now where were we?’
Sarah continued to struggle fitfully with her bonds, she had no success and it only seemed to entertain the boys. Sarah now just in bra, panties and socks seemed more physically vulnerable to their advances and she knew it. Most areas of her body were now just bare skin and she had realized that these boys would have no conscience about taking off any clothes they deemed necessary to facilitate this torture.
Sarah was lying on her back with her hands tied to the settee and her feet (socks still on) tied to a large chair. Sarah reckoned it would not take the boys long to remove her socks and this was what she dreaded the most. As if reading her mind, Michael leant towards her face and whispered in her ears,
‘I hope you don’t have ticklish feet, mind if we find out?’
Sarah let out a series of expletives which probably boys that age had not even heard before. Of course her swearing was to no avail as the boys slowly sat themselves down beside her feet. Michael and Scott took a cushion each and put them under her feet, just to raise them up slightly and to give them a better angle to stroke them.
This is what the boys really loved; all the babysitters that they captured, all the girls they had tied up – the last (regular) item of clothing to come off was the socks. It was as if they were savouring a great feast and the tastiest delights would always be eaten last.
Slowly the boys rolled off Sarah’s socks and exposed her cute little feet. No more than size 5 they thought and beautifully painted red nails. On top of this was the fact that the strain they had put Sarah through meant that she was sweating gently and her feet were now damp with a light veil of sweat. Michael took one finger and dragged it down from her toes to the bottom of her sole, the sweat causing it to stick and falter on the way down.
Sarah cursed wildly in-between her hysterics,
‘You bastards I swear I’ll kill you for this’
…her tone and words unfortunately no cure to her situation. The boys weren’t going to stop now. Scott was staring at Sarah’s other foot and he couldn’t believe how soft and smooth it was…surely this was as close to heaven as a mortal man (boy) could get?
The poor girl was now sweating (or glowing as girls do?) quite heavily and there were few places that were not covered in warm moisture. She was being tickled mercilessly, the boys running their fingers and nails up and down her defenceless feet. Sarah was now praying fervently for the time that the boys parents would come back and they would find her caught in this situation. Unfortunately for her..that time was still quite far off and her salvation still distant.
The boys finally finished (30 minutes later) with her feet and got off her, giving respite for a few minutes…casually they walked out to the kitchen to get some coke. There was irony in this situation – these boys, still not old enough to drink, but brash enough to tie up an 18 year old girl and tickle her semi-naked body all night. It even annoyed Sarah that they had such a casual attitude to the whole situation. How did they expect to get away with this? Sarah was beginning to get concerned that all this was so well planned and executed that they had some final solution to this problem.
They soon returned (refreshed) and sat down beside Sarah’s head to talk
‘Well Sarah, are you having a good time tonight?’ asked Scott.
‘No I’m f****** well not, now untie me and perhaps we’ll forget about all this’
‘Yeah sure you will – it’ll all be find and I’m sure you won’t tell our parents or show them the marks on your wrists or feet’
said Scott (referring to abrasions that Sarah had picked up from the struggling).
‘We may be 13 but we’re not stupid…we have…others plans to deal with that situation’ Scott continued.
‘So what will be next…you look over dressed for this occasion you know. I really dig that flowery bra and panty set but you’d look better without it’
‘What’ screamed Sarah ‘don’t you dare, that’s f****** illegal’
‘Well actually it’s not we’re only 13 and you’re 18 and don’t flatter yourself – we’re just interested in tickling you…we’re not perverts…but you know yourself that it would be more fun for us if you weren’t…well….wearing so much’ Scott continued.
‘Anyway’ said Michael ‘I can’t see that you have much of a say in the matter and it’s all part of the bigger picture’
Sarah thought, ‘Where the hell do boys of 13 learn phrases that ‘bigger picture’.
As she was considering this she saw Scott walking back over with a pair of scissors. They’re really going to do this; the next thing she felt was cold metal against her body and with one snip her bra strap was cut.
‘Now’ said Scott ‘lets see what’s under here’ with that he lifted up the cut bra revealing Sarah’s small, but pert breasts; the breasts that no boy had seen before…let alone two little bastards she thought.
‘Beautiful’ exclaimed Scott, ‘such a shame to hide them anyway.’
They were beautiful; round, firm, small but in a way that suited Sarah rather than detracted from her. Her nipples were soft (the room was warm) and the surrounding area a delicate shade of pink.
‘Ok, time to find out if you’re really blonde’ Scott said and with that the panties were cut and Scott was pulling them off…and yes, Sarah was a natural blonde….a small triangle of lightly coloured hair covered her pussy. Scott thought that her breasts could not be improved upon…but was clearly wrong.
‘Okey Dokey’ he said, now one hours more tickling and you’re free to go’.
The boys split their intentions, one going to Sarah’s helpless feet and the other sitting on her torso ready to tickle her ribs or underarms as he saw fit.
The next hour was torment for Sarah, not only did she feel exposed (as well she might) but also the relentlessness and hopelessness of her situation added to her ordeal. It passed slowly….
Finally at about 11.45 the boys got off her and looked at each other. Sarah, despite the added pressure the tickling had put on her bladder, had maintained control and not released.
‘Good girl Sarah, no dampness on the carpet, that really would have been a good one to explain to Tim and Margaret’
The condescension in Michaels voice was added insult to her. She lay there, naked, tied to the furniture, as exposed as she ever had been and these brats still had the balls to talk down to her. I’ll make them both pay she thought.
‘Untie men this instant – you two are in for it when your parents get back – I think they’ll believe me when I explain the situation to them. What reason would I have for making a story like this up?’
‘Sarah, you’re right’ said Scott ‘they would probably believe you if you told them (Michael was disappearing at this point) and we probably would get into serious trouble…but you’re not going to….’
Michael had just returned and switched on the main room light, Sarah could now see he was carrying a Polaroid camera.
‘Let me explain’ Scott continued, ‘my brother here is going to take a few pictures of you and should this story ever come out – if it’s the last thing we do, these pictures will be copied and placed round our school or your college next year’.
‘You seem like and intelligent girl, and perhaps a shy one, I could think of few things that you would find more embarrassing that the whole male population of the school knowing what you looked like naked and tied up. I may be wrong…what do you think?’
Even in victory Scott managed to sound patronizing.
Michael finished taking about six photos and disappeared back upstairs with the camera. As he was coming down Scott started to untie Sarah. She could say nothing, all semblance of fairness or equality had been ripped out of the situation. She simply put on her remaining clothes and decided to leave before the Kelly’s got back.
‘Oh just one more thing’ Scott said,
‘We have a kinda rota, we’ll be mentioning to our parents we’d like you back in about a month. You’d better be here or you know what’ll happen….’
Hope you enjoyed the story…sorry for the delay in getting part two written. I’ll take suggestions for future story lines…if you want to let me know.
