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Kate was considering how she came to be almost naked, completely immobile and in full view of several hundred people. No one was going to come to her rescue. She was the ‘Damsel in Distress', waiting to be drenched in cold water when someone hit the target. She was tied to a post dressed only in a flimsy nightdress and protected from the balls by a sheet of clear perspex, angled to deflect any wayward throws. So far no one had been successful, but she knew that when the water came, the material would go almost transparent, revealing how little she had on underneath.

It would be supposed that the ropes were only for show, and that she could free herself at any time she chose. This was not the case. Her hands were bound tightly behind her and she could not move them let alone reach the knots. The carefully positioned ropes that crisscrossed her front not only held her in place, but caressed her breasts in a most erotic manner. There was an unseen rope around her waist hidden beneath the nightdress and from it there ran an even tighter rope splitting her in two with a cruelly placed knot pushing her flimsy panties right inside her. Her legs were lashed tightly together at the ankles, knees and thighs, putting more pressure on this hidden torment.

She could not even cry out because the delicate handkerchief over her mouth covered a more fierce gag that prevented all but the softest of whimpers. All this would be lost to the happy visitors to the University Medieval Fayre.

There was a cheer, followed instantly by the feeling of being drenched by a bucket of water. She could not avoid it. She could not stop it. The gag made breathing difficult.

Her hair whipped over her eyes and she shook from head to toe. For a moment all eyes were on her as the water rained down, but then it was on to the next throw. There was no thought for her or how she must feel. She felt the material of her nightdress clinging to her, hugging her curves and revealing the black half cup bra that she wore. She had no shoes on, the damsel was barefoot, and she now stood in a puddle. She shook her head like a dog shakes its body and little droplets flew everywhere. The gag stayed firm. No sound was heard, and she was left to drip dry and wait for the next soaking. It was a warm sunny summer’s day so she would not freeze and getting wet was all part of the fun. How had she got into this?

It had all started so innocently at the planning meeting. The theme of Medieval had been decided upon, and ideas for side shows and games had come tumbling forth. They had decided that stocks would be too difficult to make look authentic so how about a “Damsel in Distress” tied to a pole? It seemed like a good idea and she had even volunteered to be the victim. Why? Well, it was a way of getting involved without too much effort. The idea of the odd soaking did not bother her, especially in the middle of summer, and it was all in the name of harmless fun. It was Rag week and she hated all the pranks that went on. By putting herself forward as the Damsel she had hoped to avoid some of the more outrageous stunts. It had worked too. They had targeted people who had not got involved in anything.

The day had arrived and she had watched the build up for the Fayre. Various side shows had been assembled including skittles, rings, and hit the rat. She had seen the pole put into position, and had been surprised at the thoroughness of their securing it. The mechanism for the water had been tried and tested, the last time with water, and she had felt a touch of excitement. It was only make believe but she had always fancied being a damsel in distress and she could now fulfil that fantasy.

She had arrived just before the grand opening. Everyone was milling about making last minute preparations. She knew the two boys who were running the “Drench the

Maiden” stand. They were in her year and one had shown some interest in her, but she had not thought it serious. He seemed nice enough but she was not looking for romantic involvement, just to finish her degree. She had placed her hands in the loops behind her and to her surprise they had been quickly tightened. Before she knew what was happening she had been set upon. She had emitted a surprised squeak and her mouth had been filled with something, which she now knew to be a leather gag. Despite all the people milling about she had been securely tied to the pole. At one point they had lifted her nightdress to wrap the rope around her waist and she had tried to protest, but it had been impossible. When they had finished tying her one of them had whispered in her ear.

“Enjoy yourself Katie, because I intend to when the show is over.”

Her heart had missed a beat at this. How could he know? How could he possibly know that this was her ultimate fantasy? She had told no one of her dreams of being held captive.

There was no diary, no secret writing. She had no books or videos or anything that would indicate that she wanted this.

Another cheer and her reverie was disturbed by a second soaking. She dimly wondered how many times some one would succeed. The water was reset and immediately knocked over again. Someone had their eye in and was obviously going to hit every time.

Within minutes she was standing ankle deep in water and completely bedraggled.

The nightdress was almost transparent yet the tie around her waist would still look like part of her panties. One of the boys made a show of adjusting the handkerchief over her mouth.

“Will no one save her?” He cried dramatically. There was a general response of “Still another couple of hours,” he whispered in her ear.

What could they do? Even when the crowds had dispersed she was still in the middle of the playing fields, in full view of at least three dormitories, and the main

Administration building. What could they possibly do?

It was a very warm day and she soon dried out again. The sun hurt her eyes a bit but she could do little except close them. She was basically ignored. There were several events throughout the afternoon and the side shows went quiet. During the jousting match, (there were no horses just people running with long poles) she was left alone with her two captors, Mick and Danny she now recalled. Mick was the obvious leader. Danny seemed a little nervous of being found out.

“Don't worry it’s Rag week. We are supposed to misbehave,” Mick assured him. “It's all just good fun. Isn’t it Kate?”

She glared at him, which was about all she could do. He reached down and tugged at the rope between her legs, grasping though her nightdress with an audacity that made Danny wince.

It made Kate wince too, but for a completely different reason. She was actually getting very turned on by events, despite the outrageous situation.

Her mind had accepted it and welcomed it as a fulfilment of her secret desires. She was horny as hell, and Mick seemed to sense it.

“You really do like this don’t you?” He challenged.

Kate shook her head but her body was letting her down.

Then she remembered. It had been early on in the first term. One night after having a little too much to drink, she and Mick had been talking about their loves and hates, dreams and nightmares. She must have let it slip about her kidnap fantasy. She now recalled that Mick had been the one to suggest the Maiden idea, and she had jumped in with both feet. He had planned this all along! This probably meant that he had a plan of how to get her into his room afterwards. This thought made her start to struggle against the ropes that held her. She felt him come close again.

“Now, now,” he chided, “let’s not get too excited. There will be plenty of time for that later.

Just be a good damsel and take your soakings. I promise you will not be disappointed.”

She shook her head and she pleaded with him to let her go, but nothing came out. The gag was very effective.

“Perhaps I should tell

Danny of your little fantasy? He might like to join in,” Mick suggested.

Kate stopped struggling.

Danny did not know! He must have thought it was just part of the Rag like every one else. Her secret was almost safe, but she would have to go along with Mick’s plans. She shook her head slowly and deliberately this time.

“There’s a good little captive,” he said quietly.

She stood resolutely for the rest of the proceedings. Her eyes showed no hint of a problem and her head movements were those of someone keeping to the spirit of things. A few brief words as the event was winding down ensured her complicity.

“I can leave the gag in place, but it would simpler if you came without it,” he said conspiratorially.

She agreed. Anything to be rid of the taste and feel of leather. He fashioned a rope collar with a rope to lead her by and untied her hands to release her from the pole. He quickly re-tied them in front of her for effect. She was being lead way and it all seemed part of the show. She was almost free of all other restrictions, but the crotch rope was still in place and it rubbed her very intimately as she walked meekly behind him. Once in his room he pulled up a chair for her to sit. The door was shut and they were alone.

“How am I doing?” he asked. His voice was sounding less confident, even concerned.

“I’m a bit fuzzy from here on," he continued, "I can release you completely and nothing more will be said, or we can take it to what ever climax you want.”

His choice of word 'climax' was not lost on her. She was in a turmoil. The past hours had wound her up, but the moment had almost gone.

“I am your captive, do as you want,” she said simply. “You started this. You finish it.” She knew that she was now commited to whatever Mick had planned. Her stomach did another lurch but she was outwardly composed.

While they talked he produced a hair dryer and dried off her hair. Her nightdress was basically dry except for where her hair had touched it. He was very gentle, caressing her hair as he worked on it.

“What about Oral?” he asked tentatively.

“I have no objection, but I do not promise to swallow.” She heard a tremble in her voice and wondered whether he had noticed it too.

“Fair enough. What about your clothes?”

“What do you mean?”

“It is all very well wandering around like that during the fayre, but it will look a bit strange later in the evening. Where are your keys?”

“I left them with

Margaret across the hall from me.”

“I know her, and she saw we were together this afternoon, so she should accept me getting you a change of clothes. First, I think we shall set the mood for the evening.”

“Are you going to leave me tied up in your room?” This was not what she had expected and it frightened her.

“It will be locked, and no one else has a key," he expalined calmly,"go on, let your imagination run riot. You are my captive and I intend to have my wicked way with you.”

Kate involuntarily shivered. She was not cold, but she was excited. She had made a decision to trust him, and the sooner things started the better. He made her stand and unceremoniously cut the nightdress from her body leaving her in bra and panties, barefoot and shaking with anticipation. Her breathing was coming in little short breaths. He brought her hands over and behind her head and tied a rope from them to the loops still around her waist. By pulling she would make the crotch rope rub inside her. It also made her chest push forward. It felt strange and nothing like she had ever imagined. She watched his hands approach her breasts. She was already defenceless.

Her hands were held firm and her straining was making weird sensations between her legs. His touch was gentle but her reaction was like a jolt of electricity. She had never been this turned on. This was unbelievable. He pulled her bra down leaving it like a band under her breasts. The shoulder straps lifted her breasts to his attention.

“No need to remove this,” he twanged the bra against her chest, “it will serve just as well as it is.” He grinned, and she could see the excitement in his eyes. He pulled his thumbs across her already swelling nipples. She gasped and closed her eyes to try and understand this sensation. She had never actually been so helpless, unable to stop someone from touching or caressing her.

“Patience Kate, we have the whole evening ahead of us," he crooned. "This is just the hor’s dourves,” he added wickedly.

He released the crotch rope at the front, taking the tension out of her arms as the waist rope rode up under her rib cage.

“We can’t have you getting too excited while you are all alone can we?" he explained.

"Besides,” his hands grabbed her panties, “we need to remove these.”

A sharp tug downwards and she was naked. Her panties fell to the floor and he patted her pubic mound appreciatively. He turned her round and gave her bottom an encouraging tap.

“Over to the bed now, let’s get you settled for a while.”

He helped her onto the bed then gently pushed her over. He was gaining in confidence, manipulating her to his wishes. He crossed her ankles and tied them, then moved the tether attached to her hands from her waist to her ankles. As he tightened the connection pulling her hands towards her ankles, her legs were opened leaving her in the most vacant position she had ever been in her life. She could hardly move yet her breasts jutted forward and her legs were wide open. She could barely roll left or right, and because the bed was only three feet wide there was little space to manoeuvre.

“That should give you something to think about,” he said standing up and admiring his handiwork.

“I trust you will not cry out," he instreucted, "I would not want to leave you unattended with a gag in place.”

“I would have difficulty explaining how I allowed you to do this to me,” she panted, trying to get some relief from the awkward position she was in. "I can assure you that

I will not broadcasting my predicament throughout the campus."

“You might also present a temptation that was irrefusable,” he agreed.

Kate struggled dramatically.

“You must have done this before,” she gasped. “How many other girls have you tied up on your bed?”

“I’m flattered, but you are the first,” he assured her. “I have dreamed of this since I first had sexual desires,” he said wistfully. “You are not the only one to have fantasies you know.”

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