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Author's Note:
Standard disclaimer, this is PORN, I'm not responsible if you read it and are offended. If you're underage, don't read it, if your overage don't read it, blah blah blah.
Also, this story was inspired by a drawing I found. Following is a link to it, but I do not claim to have drawn it! I don't know who the actual artist is, but I'm not taking credit for it. I only wrote this story, I didn't draw the picture.
THIS IMAGE MAY NOT BE SAFE FOR WORK, AND SOME MAY FIND IT OFFENSIVE. IF YOU FOLLOW THIS LINK, I DISAVOW ALL RESPONSIBILITY.
http://i664.photobucket.com/albums/vv9/King_Cobra_88/nevertrustthegirlsgymclass.jpg
Prologue
Junko struggled alone in the dark as she cried, but she only accomplished tightening her binds. Unable to swallow because of the gag in her mouth and the position of her head, she drooled. Her tears mixed with the spittle and dripped onto the floor, and she wondered how she had let this happen to her.
Chapter 1
It was time for Gym class. Although it wasn't Junko's favorite period, at least this class was free play, so she could do whatever she wanted. She wandered through the equipment room, trying to decide what to play with.
"Junko," a voice said behind her. She turned to see Yui holding some jump ropes. Why would Yui be talking to her? Junko wasn't very popular, and Yui was friends with most of the girls in the class.
"Hey Junko, want to play a game?"
"Uhh, w-well" Junko stammered, "I don't jump rope very oft-"
"No, silly, not skipping. The game is we tie each other up and see who can untie themselves the fastest."
Junko wasn't sure if that would be very fun, but this was Yui! If Junko could make friends with her, other people might start to notice her too. Junko missed having friends. She had some at her old high school, but after she was transferred, it seemed nobody at her new school wanted anything to do with her. Besides, the thought of being tied up gave her a little tingle of excitement.
"Ok," she said.
"Good. You can go first. Turn around and I'll tie your hands."
As Yui swiftly wrapped the jump rope around Junko's wrists, Junko realized Yui must have played this game before. She clearly knew how to tie a person up, with multiple wraps and criss-crossing loops. It would be no easy task to get free of her binding, and knowing this made Junko even more excited.
"There we go," Yui said as she expertly knotted it off. "So, it's not too tight or anything? You aren't in pain?"
"No, it's fi-mmmph!" Yui had shoved something in her mouth. As Junko felt some sort of strap being pulled behind her neck and tied off, she tried to struggle. It was to no avail, as Yui easily controlled her arms, and was fairly strong.
"Hey!" Yui called out. Several of her friends came into the equipment room, clearly having waited just outside the entrance.
"Little Junko here just told me she likes being tied up. Let's fulfill her wish, shall we?" The other girls started to laugh. Two of them came up and grabbed Junko's arms, so Yui could let go.
Junko tried to protest, but the gag, some sort of rubber ball, made her unable to speak clearly. It soon became apparent that the girls would have ignored her pleas anyway.
"Hey look!" One of the girls waved a yardstick someone had discarded in the corner.
"Perfect," Yui said. She turned to Junko "Kneel!"
Junko shook her head and tried to resist, but the girls holding her had the upper hand and easily forced her to her knees.
Yui grabbed the yardstick and stuck it behind Junko's knees, and then pressed down on her to make her ass touch her heels. The yardstick was trapped between Junko's calves and thighs.
One girl handed Yui some jump ropes and helped hold Junko in her kneeling position. Yui bent down and tied Junko's legs together as tightly as possible so she couldn't straighten them. Now Junko couldn't stand up, and thanks to the yardstick she couldn't even move one leg without moving the other one.
Yui got another jump rope, and seemed about to do something else, but suddenly paused, eyeing Junko's chest.
"Hmm, it looks like you're wearing a bra. Isn't that only for big girls?"
"Yeah!" The other girls chorused.
"Well, we can't have little Junko wearing that then!" Yui patted Junko's back and, finding the clasp, expertly undid her bra through her gym shirt. The Yui stuck her hand down Junko's shirt, and fondled her breasts for a second. As Junko started and tried to squirm away, she laughed and pulled out the bra, brandishing it like a trophy.
Yui handed it to one of the girls. "I'll be wanting that back." She turned to Junko and said "Oh no! It seems your breasts are just big enough to need some support after all. Well, if you can't have a bra, there's just one thing we can do!" She raised the jump rope and wrapped it around Junko's chest, several times above and below her breasts. Then she tied it off by wrapping the end around the loops vertically, making them pinch her breasts as much as possible. Yui grabbed her breasts and, to Junko’s horror, felt the nipples hardening. Yui laughed, "Ha! It seems little Junko is enjoying this more than she’s letting on!" She grabbed the back of Junko’s shirt and pulled it back, tightening it around her breasts. Junko was mortified as the other girls could clearly see her nipples through the fabric, and they were just getting tighter.
"I wonder if the other signs are also there," Yui said. Suddenly she bent down and grabbed Junko’s crotch. Junko, shocked, started and tried to move away, but was helpless. Yui laughed and pulled back. "Just as I thought, the little bitch is sopping wet down there." As the other girls laughed raucously, Junko squirmed in embarrassment, because she knew Yui was right.
Then Yui was back to business. She stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. Junko was kneeling, and tied frog-legged with a yardstick going through her knees. A rope wrapped around her shoulders pinched her breasts and pulled them upwards. Her hands were tied behind her back in such a way that she couldn’t reach any knots with her fingers. A red ball gag was in her mouth, turning any sound she made into deliciously helpless moans and whimpers. "Hmm, not bad. Just a few more touches."
She took another jump rope and tied it around Junko's neck. Tugging on it, she forced Junko's head down and tied the other end of the rope around the yardstick. When she let go, Junko tried to pull her head up, but her knees were pulled up as well. Junko lost her balance and fell over backward.
As the other girls laughed at Junko squirming about helplessly on the floor, Yui wandered off, looking for something. When she found it, she turned and called "Bring her over here."
Three of the girls grabbed Junko. All of them took the time to fondle her breasts, making her blush bright red. They laughed as they too felt the hard nubs of her still aroused nipples. They picked her up and transported her to where Yui was waiting, and deposited her right underneath the climbing rope hanging from the rafters.
"Wait, wait. Pick her up again." As they did so, Yui grabbed the exercise mat under the rope and tugged it out of the way so Junko would be sitting on the concrete floor. "You don’t need that soft mat, perverts who enjoy being tied up don’t deserve comfort. Don’t worry; you won’t be climbing that rope anytime soon anyway." As the girls laughed again, Junko felt yet another wave of embarrassment wash over her. She didn’t want to be turned on and she didn’t understand why she was. She couldn’t control it! The ironic thing was it seemed that not being in control was what made her so hot. Every time she thought about her current helplessness, she got a tingle that started in her stomach and made its way down her abdomen, culminating in an ever increasing desire to rub her pussy until she came.
"We can't go letting you fall over like that, can we?" Yui said. "So let’s give you a bit of balance." She grabbed the end of the rope tying Junko's hands together and pulled it up as far as she could. Then she tied it onto the climbing rope and let go. Now Junko couldn't tip backwards, and she didn't have the leverage to tilt in any other direction. Additionally, the rope pulling her head towards her knees interacted with the rope pulling her arms up to counteract nearly every movement she could make. She tried to struggle, but it was no use. The knots were expertly tied, and the ropes were tightly wrapped.
After a couple of minutes, Junko stopped struggling. She knelt before Yui, who had her friends arrayed in a semicircle behind her, trembling from fear, exhaustion and desire. She stared at the ground, conscious of the spit building up in her mouth.
Yui also knelt down. "Why don’t you look at me, little Junko?" Her voice had a sarcastic sweetness to it. Junko continued to look down, afraid to turn her eyes upward. Yui grabbed her pig tails and tugged hard. "Look at me, you little bitch! Look me in the eyes." As Junko stared into Yui’s eyes, her own began to fill with tears, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the pain of the pigtails, or just the situation. In fact, the only thing at that moment that she was sure of was that Yui’s eyes were a beautiful brown, and the look in them almost seemed as if she understood. What they were not was remorseful for what she had done.
As for Yui, what she saw in Junko’s eyes were the obvious emotions; fear, embarrassment, confusion, even a little hatred. There was also arousal, which Yui had expected. But for one brief glimmer, she thought she saw acceptance, understanding, and a third emotion that, in its own way, had Yui more frightened than she had ever been. It wasn’t fear of danger or the unknown, but a fear she had never felt before. If she had to describe it, she would have said it was almost a fear that she would never see that look in Junko’s eyes again.
Abruptly, the moment was gone. Yui stood up and retrieved the bra from its keeper. "This will be the perfect thing to contribute to the announcement board. Oh, look, it’s even got little Junko’s name written on it." The girls laughed appreciatively as Junko frantically tried to protest.
"Yui wouldn’t do something like that, would she?" Junko thought. "And why did I ever write my name in it! It’s a bra, it’s not like it’ll get lost."
"Ok, little Junko, we've got to go now. One must get one's exercise you know." The other girls laughed. As they all walked towards the exit, Junko started to panic, trying to yell after them, but all that came out around the gag was garbled noise. As she reached the door, Yui turned. "Don't worry; I'll be back in a little while to let you go. If I remember..." She turned off the lights as she left.
As Junko twisted and turned as much as she could, she began to realize the hopelessness of her situation. She wouldn't be able to get free on her own. Someone else would have to let her go, and Junko could only hope that Yui came back before another person found her and saw her like that. The first tears came, and the first drool dripped down her chin. She couldn't decide what was worse; being tied up like this, being dependant on the person who tied her to let her go, or how turned on she was because of it. She tried to comfort herself with the thought that at least there were no more Gym classes that day that she knew of, and since she was sure Yui would come back before school was out, there was little danger of being discovered.
"Of course Yui will come back before the end of the day." She thought. "Won’t she?"
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