High School Victory

Ally Gradenko made her way through the corridors of the school, from her changing room to the gymnastics hall. She shivered. The time being 9.00 PM, the heating had been turned off in most parts of the building and all though it was summer, the sun's warmth hadn't lingered this deep in the passage ways. Of course, the fact that she was in her two piece athletic costume didn't help, either. But it had been part of the deal. The deal. Why in heavens name had she ever agreed to it?! Well... she knew why.

"I am telling you now: if you win these games, then..." "Then we can tie you up!" That had been Tyler, one of the sweetest, most innocent boys of the entire class, and the rest of the boys had immediately turned on him, calling him a pervert, an idiot and worse. She knew, of course, that all of them ninth graders were to some extend in love with her, if that's what you would like to call it, but their objections brought to mind that famous line: 'I think, thou protests too much!' She had felt it her duty to come to Tyler's rescue, and what the *: they weren't going to win anyway! "OK Tyler, you have yourself a deal!" There had been a short, electrified silence. And then, all the leopards started showing their spots. "In straight jacket and...", "At brought day light!", "Crawling to...". But it had been Tyler's voice again who said: "OK, and you have to wear your sprint outfit!"

Twenty nine, their gymnastics teacher was now. With a killer body, which she always kept hidden in a wide, over sized jogging suit, during lessons. They did however get to see her in her far more revealing track suit one time, as she appeared on local television, competing in the counties athletic games. One boy (Billy Hancock) had accidentally recorded those games, and he had been making good money of it since, charging his classmates two bucks for a viewing each time.

There were some intakes of breath, there was a bit of cheering, and a hesitant applause as she finally entered the hall. A few of the boys were holding bundles of soft, white rope, Tyler and Billy among them.

She spread her arms and made pirouette. "All right, boys: where do you want me?" Some of them were trying to hide their arousal, others were to much overwhelmed by the spectacle already to even bother. "Er, on your tummy, please." She squatted down and stretched out on the floor. "With your hands behind your back..."

As soon as the tying begun, she knew there was something wrong. This wasn't the fumbling and messing around she had expected. It felt like a military exercise! Three of the boys were working on her simultaneously,with uncanny speed and precision. Before she even knew it, her wrist were tied behind her, and her elbows were yanked together and secured, making her arch her back to reduce the strain. At the same time, two other boys had bend and tied her legs in such away that ankles were crossed upwards, almost touching her buttocks. As a final touch her wrists were connected to her ankles, and she was in one of the most hampering hogties one could imagine. She just lay there like stranded seal. With the way her knees were forced wide, she couldn't even flip herself over.

There was no way those kids could have come up with a tie this elaborate by themselves! Someone had taught them, presumably practiced with them... But who?

All of a sudden, she felt hands on her again, and she was flipped over. As she ended up on her back, with her arms painfully trapped beneath her, she realized with a shock how inviting this pose now turned out to be! Her breasts were firmly thrust upwards, due to the arching of her back, and as she raised her head, with difficulty, she could clearly see her love mound outlining its self in her skimpy, white shorts. Her mind was racing! She had to get out of this as quickly as possible! What was best to say, now? Not emphasizing her helplessness, and not provoking them, too? But the point was moot.

She had not seen Billy approaching, but suddenly he was beside her head, taping of her mouth with two large pieces of duct tape. She started mmmphing frantically, forgetting every strategy she might have contemplated, but the boys didn't react. They just stood there looking down on her, their excitement now clearly visible in their gym trousers.

It was then, that she heard the shutter of a camera, for the first time. With difficulty, she turned her head in the direction of the sound. Her eyes watered up from the strain, and all she could see was some vague figure standing in a far of corner. She blinked several times, and stiffened in the ropes!

Gerald Fincher! The janitor! That leering, untrustworthy piece of shit! Always lurking in dark corners, popping up in her peripheral vision! So, he was the mastermind behind all this! Oh, she would have his job, she would have his head! She would... But for the present, all she could do was pose for him, presenting her perfect, trim body to him on a platter. She gritted her teeth underneath the tape!