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Kidnapped Cheerleader(f/f,b/d,n/c), Part Two
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Kidnapped Cheerleader - Part 2 of 2
She had her hair in a pony tail and wore one of those snug, horizontally
lined, jet black sports halter tops combined with a pair of black, form
fitting bicycle pants that stopped an inch or two above her knees. The
fluorescent, green stripes down the side of her skin tight pants
immediately drew my attention to her well developed thighs. I have to
admit that the ensemble highlighted her physique in way I had never
noticed.
She eventually got around to coming in the bedroom and getting her neatly
arranged accessories ready for her duties at the football game. She
gathered them up and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
She emerged about 20 minutes later fully decked out in her complete
cheerleader's outfit. God is she stunning, I thought to myself. She wore a
slightly pleated, perfectly ironed blue uniform with white piping around
the edges and a big white "S" on her well defined chest. After gazing at
her own reflection in the mirror (Her quick nod of the head and a
confident smile told me she approved of her appearance.) she went over and
sat on the edge of her bed and put on a pair of ribbed, white ankle socks
and then slipped into her, blue tasseled, white buckskin shoes.
As the moment of decision drew closer --- I began getting a little too
nervous for my own good. I was just about to chicken out when the perfect
opportunity presented itself.
She laid down on her bed, popped a CD in her machine; donned a pair of
headphones, and closed her eyes for a little cat-nap. My, how things can
change! She laid there, all mine for the taking, in blissful ignorance of
what was about to happen.
I carefully opened the door and crept ever closer to her. Kneeling next to
her I reveled in the intoxicatingly clean scent of her freshly showered
body. I looked down at her from head to toe admiring her exquisite shape.
Well, here goes nothin' I said to myself as I inched my hand closer to her
lips --- making sure to not alert her prematurely. I was getting so close
that I could now feel her warm breath on the palm of my hand.
With one swift motion I clamped my hand over her inviting lips --- scaring
the life out of her as her eyes popped open with a look of shock and total
confusion. I quickly jumped up on top of her, using my knees to pin her
shoulders to the bed with the athletic prowess of a pro wrestler going for
the three count.
She struggled for a few moments but soon realized that the combination of
my weight on her body and my strong hand over her mouth was giving me a
decided edge.
When she was calm enough to reason with, I looked her straight in the
eyes, and said, "Listen Jennifer, we're going on a little trip. If you do
exactly as I tell you --- you'll be fine." She meekly nodded her
agreement.
With my free hand I reached into my pocket and took of the first of many
pieces of white cloth that I'd be using that day. I took my hand away from
her mouth and put the strip between her lips and tied the other end around
the back of her head.
I pulled her hair from underneath the cloth on the sides of her head, then
went back and double knotted the cloth very tightly.
"There," I said, "That's a little more natural. We want to see that pretty
blonde hair now don't we?" A submissive little grunt told me that she was
reluctantly resigned to accepting her silence. The abject fear in those
piercing blue eyes of hers told me that I was in total control.
Then I held her firmly by her shoulders and made her sit on the edge of
the bed. I started to tie her hands in front but switched to placing them
behind her back. I didn't want her to eventually reach up and pull that
gag out.
I wrapped the cloth tightly around wrists; cinching the last few inches
through the middle and topping it off with a nice, full knot.
I quickly grabbed some more cloth and tied her ankles and her knees with a
methodical precision that I never knew I had. The downcast look on that
sweet, virtuous face told me she knew escape was impossible. I had done
the deed all too well.
Jerking her head from side to side, as her hair swayed to and fro,
Jennifer made a valiant effort to dislodge the gag from her mouth and
scream for help.
"M-m-f-f! M-m-f-f! M-m-f-f! M-m-f-f!" was the only sound the blonde beauty
could make as she continued to swing her head from side to side like the
pendulum on a grandfather clock.
I cupped my slightly trembling hand under her chin, and nose to nose, I
said to her, "So far you've been quite cooperative. Keep it up and we'll
have no problem."
I went over to the closet and pulled out the sleeping bag. Jennifer
realized what I had in mind and started a frantic but rhythmic straining
routine in hopes of finding a way out of her predicament. She squirmed in
her bondage rubbing her wrists and ankles together in a futile attempt at
freedom. I laid the sleeping bag out on the floor, unzipped it, and
readied it for my "special" passenger.
I picked her up, placed her down on the bag and slowly zipped her up,
watching her body disappear until only her face was left uncovered.
I kissed her gently, placing my lips to the smooth skin of her forehead
and whispered, "I hope you're not afraid of the dark." Then I zipped the
bag shut!
I took a few seconds to check over her place, making sure that it didn't
look as if she'd left in too much of a hurry. I wanted everything to look
as normal as possible. I even remembered to turn off her CD player.
I picked up the bag with her in it, balanced it on my shoulder and
proceeded upstairs. I was in sight of my door when who did I see waiting
there but lovable old Professor Huxley. Oh God, what did he want? Maybe
the door-to-door selling story might have to work on him.
He was a nice, grey haired man, in his late '70s and my philosophy
teacher. I thought that this might just an unfitting end to my adventure.
"Yes, professor, what can I do for you?" I asked, doing my best to not to
let on that I had someone bound and gagged inside the sleeping bag.
I could even hear Jennifer "M-m-m-f-f-f-ing" through her gag trying to
attract the professor's attention. My grip on her, though, was tight
enough to keep her from moving.
"I just stopped by to drop off that term paper you handed in last week.
Since you got an "A+" on it I thought I'd deliver it in person."
"Thanks, Professor. I'd invite you in but I'm going camping," I explained.
I was sure that he could hear Jennifer's moans. I was just waiting for him
to say something when he looked right at the bag and said, "See you like
camping. Great pastime. Did it myself many years ago. Well, I'm off to the
electronics store. That damn battery in my hearing aid went dead again and
I've got to get a new one."
I bid the good professor farewell, breathed a thankful sigh of relief, and
soon had Jennifer inside. I could only imagine how frustrating it must
have been for her to be that close to being rescued; yet having her
efforts go for naught.
I unzipped the bag, and moved my "guest" over on the sofa. Actually seeing
her in my place really made this whole thing come full circle.
She was still struggling as best she could, squirming and doing her
damnedest to spit out the gag that parted her luscious lips. She looked
particularly appealing as her full, young bosom strained invitingly
against the close fitting fabric of her uniform's front. Boy, that big
white "S" was really standing out.
I checked her bindings and was pleased to see that they were still as
tight and unyielding as when I first applied them. And her gag, though it
was getting a tad soggy, was holding in place.
I made a fresh pot of coffee, poured a cup, and sat down on the couch next
to Jennifer. I motioned for her to put her legs on the far side arm rest
and to lay down face up with her head cradled on my lap.
She stared up at me with impassioned doe-like eyes, silently begging for
freedom from her bonds. I stroked her fresh, golden hair with a lovingly
tender touch doing my best to reassure her that I meant her no harm. We
sat in total quiet, two women communicating without words. One totally
helpless. One in total control.
End of part two.
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