Un-Toweled · Part 2 (2/2)
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ch time and again squealing and collapsing in tears. She then tried the smart approach, or so she thought, by trying to rub the knots. She could barely reach them with her fingertips, but what she was not aware of was that knots in the cotton rope that have been pulled tight are almost impossible to untie, even with the use of all your fingers on both hands. That didn’t stop her from trying for a while, but after about 30 minutes, she totally gave up.
Exhausted, she hung there sobbing, glancing up again at the clock, which now read after 10 o’clock. She thought about her argument with Brian and how he wanted to hang with his friends tonight but she talked him into meeting her at the party about 10:30, and now she wasn’t there. ‘What’s he going to think? Maybe he’ll think something’s wrong and come looking for me and save me. I’d love for him to find me and save me or even better take advantage of me like this.’ These thoughts perked her up a bit, but what she didn’t know was that Brian was still mad at her and although he’d agreed to meet her, he never showed up at the party. So she hung there for another hour, as she wondered just who could have done this to her. All the sudden she heard a loud whine coming from outside.
The City sanitation department usually empties the commercial dumpsters late at night and they pulled up to the school to empty theirs. That aroused Shasta’s attention too and staring at the door Shasta let out a few low barks. Fearing she might move away, Tiffany tried to calm her, “Moh! Moh! Oood errl! Oood errl!” Then Shasta heard the loud banging of the dumpster lids, which caused her to jump up and run to the door. That action of course stripped Tiffany of her towel and she screamed over her total nakedness.
She now had a new reason to get loose and she fought like mad to get free. Struggling, tugging, thrusting, jerking, squealing and mmphing for help, she could not free herself. Had she known she was being recorded she would have been more reserve with the way she was thrusting her pussy outward when she was struggling. It was like a begging invitation to come over and fuck this helpless little pussy and it was going to make a good video for whatever a devious person wanted to use it for.
She now got very angry as she was fighting hard to get loose. She wanted to know who did this to her and when she found out, there would definitely be hell to pay. She had been grabbed so fast with the cloth over her face and covering her eyes, that she had no idea who did it. Trying to deduce whom the culprit was, she first thought about who she’d seen last. ‘I don’t think it could be Brian’ she thought. Though they had a fight, he was not a vengeful person. ‘What about Mr. Bailey? No, it can’t be him. He always seemed to be really nice, at least to most of the other students.’
Thinking about being drug across the floor just before she passed out, she thought ‘Was it one, or could it have been two people who grabbed her?’ She couldn’t tell for sure but one of them had to be a lot bigger than she was, besides it would have probably taken at least two to tie her to the lockers like this. ‘So who were they?’ She started to focus on Cindy. Cindy was her worst enemy right now, especially since she had taken up with Brian. More that once Cindy had stared daggers at her in the halls and classrooms. She wasn’t big enough to do it herself but she had some larger friends that could have helped.
Though Cindy was the best suspect, she still wasn’t sure about it. She thought about all the other people she’s been nasty to and wronged over this past semester and the list was long. Anyone of them could have done it, including her so-called cheerleader friends. She knew enough about them to know they ‘were’ vengeful enough and if they did they would have taken pics she feared. There were also a lot of the unpopular students she’d snubbed, both boys and girls, but she couldn’t lay a finger on anyone specific. She was starting to feel a little regret over the way she had treated some of the people.
It was now after midnight and getting late and Tiffany had fought for some time to get loose but she finally collapsed to the uselessness of her struggles and began sobbing, thinking, ‘Brian didn’t come for me, so who’s going to find me now?’ Her parents knew that when she went to weekend parties she may drink and they told her to have someone drive her home, or for her to stay where she was and come home the next day when she was sober enough to drive. That of course meant they wouldn’t be looking for her and none of her so-called friends would even bother either. Sobbing more she thought, “No-one cares about me.
I’ll be here forever!’ Shasta came back over, dragging the towel, and sat in front of her looking up at her as if to say I wish I could help. Tiffany then burst into tears and cried loudly for a while and Shasta finally laid down with her head between her paws and eyes looking up, upset too sensing Tiffany’s pain.
After getting that out of her system, Tiffany started thinking about who ‘would’ save her. Tomorrow, which by the clock was already today, the Saturday game was on and who would be the first ones to come into the locker room. She hoped it would be a coach. At least he or she would free her without too much ridicule. Suddenly frightened she thought, ‘God, I hope it’s not the other team! No telling what they’d do to me. They’d take pics with their cell phones, send them to everyone and I’d end up the laughing stock of the entire school.’ She then calmed down a bit when she thought about Mr. Bailey. Though she hated the thought of him seeing her nude, she didn’t think he’d be mean to her, and since he was going to come in and clean up before the game it would probably be him.
Resigning herself to the fact that Mr. Bailey would find her and there was nothing she could do about it, fully exhausted she slouched down hanging in her bonds and drifted off to sleep.
Tiffany was slightly jolted awake by the sound of barking. She opened her eyes just enough to see a fuzzy image of Shasta running over to the door dragging the towel again. She didn’t really start coming awake until she heard noises from outside in the hall and then she realized her nightmare was real after all. After trying to wipe her eyes against her upper arms she looked over at the door and saw Shasta was wagging her tail or her whole butt for that matter, whining her greeting to whoever was on the other side. Tiffany mmphed once for help but then stopped remembering how naked she was. She wanted loose but didn’t want to be seen this way.
Jim was anxious to re-review his handiwork, especially with a more interactive subject. Properly playing the part, he went to the closet to retrieve the supply cart and rolled it to the locker room door. Opening the door he was enthusiastically greeted by Shasta. In a surprised tone, he said, “Shasta! What are you doing in here?” Looking down at the rope tied to her collar and following it back to the towel while petting her, he added, “What have those damn kids been doing to you now?” Taking his time, at Tiffany’s expense of course, he untied the rope that was attached to Shasta’s collar, patting her on the head and said, “There you go girl!”
It was only then he stood up and looked over Tiffany’s way. She looked like hell with her hair matted down and her eye makeup smeared all over her face, looking like a raccoon, a very sexy raccoon. He blurted out, “Oh my God!” and acting franticly he grabbed a towel that was left draped over a bench, immediately covering Tiffany’s body from the front. Knowing better but having some fun with her anyway, he fumbled with the towel trying to tuck it together behind her to stay up on her. Letting go, the towel fell back off of her and she squealed.
Reaching down, he picked up the towel and said, “That’s not gonna work!” This time he wrapped the towel behind her and before closing it in front paused a couple of seconds looking at her body. She blushed with embarrassment and anger at the violation, jerking against her bonds and squealing after which he closed the towel and tucked it in to stay up.
After Jim removed her gag, she wasted no time in demanding that he let her loose. He thought for a couple of seconds, ‘What a bitch! No proper greeting. No I’m glad you’re here to save me! Not even please help me! Bitch! Bitch! Nuthin’ but a little bitch!’ Looking over at Shasta who was sitting close watching the drama, he reached down petting her and said, “That’s ok Shasta! You’re a nice doggie! She’s the bitch!”
Infuriated, Tiffany jerked and yelled, “Get me out of this you jerk!” She was too mad to realize that that’s not what you say to someone when you’re tied up at the mercy of that other person.
Jim had had enough and wasted no time in turning on her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her head back against the lockers. He got right in her face and with a low angry tone he said, “Listen little Missy! I am damn sick and tired of your snotty little Rich’ Bitch’ attitude!” Now scared and looking around for an out, she started to say something and Jim yelled, “Shut your God damn mouth and look at me!” Neither she nor anyone else for that matter hardly ever heard Mr. Bailey cuss or even get angry. She knew she was in trouble and she was now trembling and shaking with fear.
Jim continued, “I’ve watched your mouthy little ass for some time now and I’m disgusted with the way you treat everyone. You treat your friends like crap and the people you don’t like even worse. You show absolutely no respect toward me or any of the other adults around you. You’re nothing but a disgusting little bitch and I have a mind to leave you here like this forever!”
“Now, I’m gonna finish up moping the floor in the showers and until I’m through, I don’t want to hear a sound out of your fuckin’ mouth, UNDERSTAND?” Tiffany, scared with eyes wide as saucers, nodded in the affirmative. Then Jim said, “When I’m through in there, if you’ve figured out how to be polite I might talk to you. If not I’ll just cram that gag back in your mouth and leave you here for the North Beach Tigers, when they get here. I’m sure they can find some interesting things to do to you!”
Jim let go of her throat and after grabbing the mop from the cart headed into the showers. Since he had already picked up the towels in there the previous day, he cussed out loud when he had to pick up the one Tiffany left in there. He yelled, “God damn you little bitch!” as he poked his head out throwing the towel in the hamper. Tiffany, scared as hell and pinning her head against the locker, held her face straight ahead while her frightened eyes looked to the side at the shower entry.
Jim could have mopped the floor in half the time but instead took his time, to make Tiffany think about her situation and suffer a little longer. After he was through, he put the mop back on the cart and then grabbed the hamper, pulling it right past in front of Tiffany and ignoring her in the process. As he started picking up the towels her heard her say in a wimpy tone, “Muh, muh, Mister Bailey?”
He stopped and turned to her and snapped, “What?”
With her eyes welling up with tears she said, “Wu, wu, would yuh, you pah, pah, please la, let muh, me go?”
With an angry tone he replied, “Why? Why should I even bother with you at all?”
She sobbed for a few seconds as he continued to stare at her and after regaining her composure and her voice, she said, “Please, Mister Bailey! I’m suh, suh, sorry for being rude to you. Puh, Please let me go! Please?”
Jim just stared at her a few more seconds and then Tiffany again said, “Please! I’ll do anything you want. Anything! Just please let me go!”
He jumped right in with, “Anything? Anything? Are you sure you want to offer that?”
She was so tired and her arms and shoulders ached so bad that all she wanted was loose and at this point she’d agree to be gang banged at the local jail just to get free. So she replied, “Yes Sir, anything!”
Jim moved over in front of her and said, “Ok Missy, Here’s what you’re gonna do! I don’t give a damn about what you do to anyone else but from now on you ‘will’ show me respect! Anytime you see me you will be nice and always address me as Mister Bailey! You will never demand anything from me! You will always ask with “please’ and respond to a response with ‘thank you’! Do you understand?”
She nodded her head as he continued; “Now after I untie you, I’m taking Shasta out to the barn to feed her. That should give you enough time to get dressed and when your done you will pick up all the towels the girls left laying all over the place and put them in the hamper. Then you’ll get you ass out of here, cause I’m tired of looking at your ugly face. And, NO! Before you even think about it, you are NOT going to stay and clean up or fix you hair. You’re going to leave! Got it? Hummm?”
She quietly squeaked out, “Ok!”
He loudly questioned, “What?”
She replied a little louder, “Ok, I will!”
Then she gasped when Jim angrily said, “You know on second thought, I ‘am’ tired of seeing the way you treat everybody, so you’re also going to agree to treat everyone else a lot nicer that you do now. No putting anyone down! No meddling in their lives! No nuthin’! Just treat them with kindness and respect! You do that and you might find you’ll make some real friends. For somebody to do this to you, you obviously crossed a lot of people, so you must have a lot to make up for.”
Tiffany did another frustrated jerk against her bonds when Jim continued, “And another thing! Don’t ever let me catch you mistreating anyone else or I might just haul your little ass in here and tie you up like this myself and leave you here at the mercy of the other students. Do you understand? You got it? Is it sinking into that little pee brain of yours?”
She replied, “Yes! Yes! I do! Now please let me GO!”
Without another word to her, Jim pulled out his pocketknife and cut her loose. She went a little weak in the knees and he caught her and helped her over to a bench. Then showing no further concern he whistled at Shasta and said, “Come-on girl, lets go!” Shasta jumped up and went with him right out the door leaving Tiffany all alone.
Sitting on the bench she rubbed her wrists for a bit wondering what she would tell her parents and how she would hide the bruises and rope marks on her wrists. Though she got a little sleep during the night, she was totally exhausted, both physically and emotionally. After the shakiness settled a bit she stood up and went over to her locker to get dressed. She stared down at the new outfit she bought for the party last night and tears filled her eyes as she thought of the missed opportunity to show it off and now it was just a waste! Soon as she dressed in her dirty clothes she hung the new outfit back into her locker and thought ‘maybe next time.’
Since it was late fall and cool out she thought the long sleeves of her blouse would be enough to cover her wrists until after she got home then she could use some skin-tone makeup to cover the bruises. Since Mr. Bailey wasn’t going to let her clean up she decided she would have to stop at the Quick Mart to wash her face, brush her hair and put on some fresh makeup.
Now, surveying the room, she was repulsed over the idea that she had to pick up all those dirty towels. It was beneath her, ‘yuk!’ Then she thought, ‘Maybe if I get out of here fast I won’t have to pick them up!’ The noise of the outside door closing told her it was too late. ‘Damn-it!’ she thought, ‘Now I have pick them all up.’ With her thumb and index finger she started picking up the towels like someone would pick up a soiled diaper and dropped them into the hamper. She also had the ‘EEeeeeuuuu’ expression on her face as she was doing it.
Jim now watching her from the doorway, was chuckling on the inside but made no outward expressions of such. When Tiffany finished he said, “Good enough! Now get out of here!” Without acknowledgment or response, she snatched up her purse and cheerleading uniform and promptly left.
Jim finished cleaning up, put everything away, took the video camera and transmitter out of the locker and went out to the maintenance barn. There, he burned a copy of Tiffany’s ordeal on a CD and then made sure all traces of this episode were erased from the schools system. He then locked up and left with time to spare before anyone arrived for the big game.
Tiffany, while driving home, felt so relieved that her ordeal was over, but her relief was tempered with uncertainty as she thought about who could have done this to her and did they take any pictures or anything that they could use against her. ‘Would all this pop back up to haunt her? Was she really free?’
Un-Toweled · Part 2 (2/2)
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