Chapter One
Jessica Jamison, Private Eye.
That was what I was working for. I saw becoming a professional investigator as the
opportunity of a lifetime. Plucked from a clerical cubicle, I had only to solve this
mystery to become a private eye.
So how did I end up on my knees before her with my tongue in the pussy of my worst
enemy?
Well, it wasn’t easy.
I was on the trail of Katrina Givens. She had disappeared with hardly a trace. The
only evidence my employer, Caruthers Detective Agency had, was a picture of her naked,
hanging from the ceiling bound and gagged. They knew which studio who took the picture.
That was where I came in. All I had to do was convince them I was a willing bondage
model. With all the twists and turns this case took, that was easy to do. I quickly
gained the reputation in certain circles of being a good-looking blonde looking for
someone to tie her up.
I did not find her there, but a cover for a DVD told me that she now made bondage
videos. This was the last place Katrina had been that I knew about. I overheard a
conversation indicating they expected her to return. I wanted to be there when she did.
I volunteered to make several videos, just so I could hang around so I would be there when
she arrived.
So what is a girl supposed to do between videos shoots?
After one session, Maxine brought me home from the studio. One thing led to another,
and when she left near dawn, I lay on the floor naked, securely bound in a hogtie
position. I was not worried. I knew my best friend Darcy would release me when she got
home from work. Darcy’s apartment was immediately across the hall from me. While I had
been a clerk, a job Darcy still thought I had, she had been a customer service
representative at a call site.
Before Darcy came home, my apartment was invaded by my rival from high school, Katie the
B. That is what we called her after Darcy got detention for calling her “Katie the
Bitch,” and I got detention for laughing. Katie the B brought along with her a few of her
sorority sisters.
“You know, I have always wondered what it would be like to be eaten by a big-chested
blonde bimbo.”
I shook my head vigorously. Since I had eaten more pussies than I could remember, it
would not be such a terrible task. My reluctance came from the recipient of my handiwork.
I just did not want to eat Katie the B.
I could not voice my opinion because, in order to make the sense of helplessness
complete, Maxine had used a new ball gag on me. The ball gags I already owned had either
red or white balls with a black leather strap to hold it in place. This new gag had a
light blue ball and a white leather strap.
Tres chic.
“The alternative is that we could spank your ass until you beg to eat me.”
I have been spanked a few times too, but that is not to say that I liked it. My
experience with bondage and discipline told me that regardless of how much I resisted, I
was going to eat her. I could, at least, avoid a little pain.
But where would the fun be in that. I vigorously shook my head.
“Don’t untie her. Get her out of the hogtie and drag her over to me.”
My legs were still bound together, so I was going nowhere without their permission.
Katie had moved beside a stuffed chair against one wall. She slid it away from the wall
so they could lay be across the back of it.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
The problem with barehanded spanking is that it hurts the hand as much as the bottom.
After two or three minutes, my bottom throbbed from the constant pounding on it. This
was where the error of my thinking became apparent. I was ready to give in, but they were
not done. I was bound and gagged so I could not beg Katie the B for permission to eat
her. Someone’s hand held my upper body down behind the chair bag so I could not
communicate any way at all. They continued to spank me until they grew tired.
That was how I ended up on my knees before Katie the B. While they spanked me, she had
removed her dress and panties. They removed the ball gag (since I would have to use my
mouth), but otherwise left my bondage intact.
Katie the B did not wear a bra. She was like me – you got the assets, you want to show
them off.
“Do you know how one woman makes love to another woman’s pussy?”
As I said, I had done this before, but I thought it would be best to play dumb.
I shook my head as I answered, “No, mistress.”
She responded by grabbing my chin with her right hand.
“I think somebody knows more than she is letting on. The first thing you do is kiss my
pussy.”
That was not a hard task to do.
“Now tell me I have a beautiful pussy.”
“You have a beautiful pussy.”
She grabbed my chin to shake my head.
“Say it like you mean it! Then beg me for permission to eat it.”
“You have a beautiful pussy! Please let me eat it!”
I had so much experience licking pussy that I knew I could go for an hour without
getting tired. Katie the B writhed about so I knew she enjoyed what I did but she made no
sound. After a few minutes, the others clamoured for me to eat them.
Not only did I have to eat Katie, but I had to eat all her sorority sisters from hell.
By the time I had eaten everyone twice, the room had grown dusky. It was getting late.
I wondered how long it would be until Darcy came home.
That led me to another disturbing thought. What if they overpowered her? What if they
tied her up as they had tied me, and forced her to do what I did? How would we get free
then?
“What are we going to do to her?”
“Take her back to the sorority house.”
“Is that a good idea?”
“Sure it is. The house has everything we need to punish her. Give her a few days, and
she will not want to leave!”
I did not like the laughter that came from the others. Maybe the reason I did not like
because I knew it might be true.
“First of all, we need to get her dressed in something that won’t get people calling the
cops on us.”
“She has got to have some outfit we can use on her.”
“While you do that, it is my turn to play with her.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I am going to make certain she is so exhausted she won’t give us any resistance.”
You have to remember that, at the time, I knew only one of these girls and that was
Katie. The cow talking to her had been with her at the boutique when I locked her in the
dungeon chains. Her bosom was unnaturally large. She wore a push up bra that gave her a
lot of cleavage.
I suspected that as a graduation present, someone had paid for a boob job.
“Untie her.”
“Do you think that is a good idea? What if she tries to get away?”
“Naked? I don’t think she is going to want to go into public in the buff. Besides, we
will just tell anyone who sees her that this is a sorority prank.”
She stood facing me with her hands on her hips. When they had untied me, I came to my
knees while I wondered what they intended to do to me next.
“Let’s kind of tie her up. Tie her wrists together before her.”
She pulled a chair from the kitchenette into the living room in front of me. She was
still about four feet away when she sat in it with her legs spread.
Well, I knew what she wanted me to do.
“Crawl over here. Kiss my cunt, and start licking.”
Hell, I had done that before so it was no big deal. I crawled to her, put my head
between her legs so I could kiss her cunt, and began to lick.
“Now play with yourself. You are going to lick me until you come.”
I had to wonder if she really thought this was a punishment. As the result of being
bound while surrounded by these hostile women, and eating pussy, it did not take me long
to come.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Damn that was quick!” She pushed my head back so I had to look at her. “How often do
you come a day?”
“Sometimes just a few times. Sometimes a few hundred.”
That announcement stunned them into silence for several seconds.
“That’s a bunch of bullshit,” said a voice behind me. “I say we just paddle her ass as
punishment for lying to us.”
I did not look at her. I stared into Katie’s eyes while I let a slight smile touch the
corners of my lips.
“How do you come a few hundred times a day?” The others may have thought it was
bullshit, but I knew Katie believed me.
“When you are tied up and helpless, anyone can do anything to you they want.”
I tried to maintain a straight face as Katie the B straightened up to look at each of
her sorority sisters. I guess most of them were happy if they got one orgasm from their
boyfriends.
“What you are telling us is that we can keep you here playing with yourself until
midnight, and you could still jump up and run away.”
I did not know if that was true or not, so I just gave her a little smile. Let her
think what she wanted.
A toe poking my bare butt brought me back to reality. They wanted an answer.
“I could get up and run away, but only if I wanted to,” I thought.
I did not see how answering that question could be to my benefit so I just remained
silent.
“I found an outfit for her!”
The voice came from the back of the apartment, from someone in my bedroom.
“Perfect!”
I tried to see what she had but a pair of legs blocked my view. All the others murmured
similar sounds of agreement.
“What do you say?”
They held it down so I could see it. The coed held a cheerleader’s outfit. If they
thought wearing it would embarrass me, they were sorely mistaken.
“Can I get up?”
A hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. To relieve the strain on my throat, my
mouth was open.
“You are among college students. The correct grammar is ‘May I get up.’”
“May I get up?”
When I asked that, she released her grip on my hair. Another voice, this one from the
right, answered, “Yes, you may.”
Katie the B stood there with her hands on her hips as she stared at it.
“That isn’t her high school cheerleading outfit. Those aren’t our colours.” She turned
to me. “Where did you get that?”
I contemplated how much of the truth I should tell. When I hesitated in answering, a
coed grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair and twisted.
“Some dyke gave it to me. When I had it on, they tied me up and gangbanged me.”
The silence in the room was deafening. It seemed like minutes, but was only a few
seconds before Katie the B erupted into laughter.
“That is so unbelievable, it has to be true.”
They all started laughing. I felt my cheeks turning red in embarrassment.
“Put this thing on and show us what you’ve got.”
I reached for the outfit. The first thing I wanted were the panties that were under the
skirt.
“Wait a minute! Do we want her to wear panties?”
“That might give her too much coverage.”
“Yeah. No panties.”
That left only the miniskirt and the top. They did not give me a bra but that was no
big deal. I only wore one under the top when I wore the outfit to school. I never wore
one during a game. Nothing raises team spirit like a pair of big boobs flopping up and
down. (Okay, I was well aware it raised other things as well.)
I put the miniskirt on followed by the top.
“Look at that!”
I wondered what was wrong. One of my tormentors grabbed the waistband of the short
skirt.
“This is a little too big for her.”
“I work out.”
I knew I should have kept my mouth shut, but I wanted to gloat.
“She didn’t put on her ‘freshman 15.’”
I had no clue what she meant and my confusion appeared on my face.
“Your first year in college, you put on 15 pounds.”
“So the corundum is: Is it better to be educated and fat, or ignorant and thin?”
I kept my mouth shut. Partly because I did not want to get them mad at me, but mainly
because I still had no idea what they were talking about.
“What about shoes?”
“Those high heels are fine.”
A geek’s fantasy – a cheerleader in a skimpy outfit with stiletto heels.
“These really don’t go with the outfit. I got some red ones in my closet. They got a
six-inch heel.”
Once again, what I said left them staring at me with their mouths open.
“Get the red ones,” Katie ordered, waving toward the back of my apartment.
My cheerleader’s outfit was cream-colored with red and black trim. Maybe the colour of
the pumps did not match the red of the stripe, but it certainly was closer than the navy
blue sandals I wore.
A coed squatted to unbuckle the strap securing the right sandal to that foot. I bent
over a little to watch her work.
“Wait a minute! This isn’t going to work.”
“What?”
“You,” she said, pointing at me. “Stand right here. Turn around. Now bend over to put
your hands on your knees.”
“Damn! We can’t let her go outside like that.”
“Yeah. She has to wear the panties.”
I guess they had not realized just how short the miniskirt was. One way we motivated
the team before the game was to do our own stretching exercises while the team warmed up.
“Get those shoes off her.”
They unbuckled the sandals. When I stepped out of them, they handed me the red panties
that went with the outfit. By the time I had them on, someone had dropped the pumps on
the floor at my feet. I used my right foot to set them upright so I could step into
them.
“Hands behind you back.”
They tied my hands together. Now if I was doing it, I would have used the extra rope to
tie my elbows together. Not only would it make me more helpless, if you were not used to
bondage in that position, it was damned uncomfortable.
“I don’t suppose you have a ball gag that goes with that outfit?”
I made a face that drew some snickers.
“Look in the drawers in the kitchen. You should find one with a red ball and a black
leather strap.
One girl looked out the window.
“It’s still light out there.”
“If anyone asks what we are going, we just telling them it’s a sorority hazing, right
Blondie?”
The coed with the jumbo boobs squeezed my left tit at the question.
I could not say anything, but I could still smile through the ball gag.
I was the only one in there that was dressed. The others had not put on the clothes
again.
As we left my apartment, I stared at Darcy’s door, hoping she would come out to rescue
me, but the door remained closed. We continued down the steps to the front door.
I looked back over my shoulder. They had locked the door to my apartment, and I saw one
coed place the key back on the moulding about the door.
“Is anyone out there?”
“There’s a guy walking a dog way up the street.”
I leaned to the right to see for myself. I knew none of my neighbours except for Darcy.
This was some old coot wearing a blue nylon jumpsuit. He and the miniature fur ball were
one driveway up the street.
“Let’s go then.”
They had come in two sports cars. Now if I was going to kidnap someone, I would have a
van or a large sedan.
I began to question the value of a college education.
I had no trouble getting in the front seat of the first car. Two women stood behind me
so no one could see me as I bent over. They were concerned with other people seeing my
panties. Seeing my panties was sort of tired and boring. People had seen a lot of my
flesh while I had been bound.
They had a lot to learn about the purpose of bondage. Showing off one’s panties was
minor. I was used to flaunting all parts of my anatomy while I was bound. When I was
tied up, my master or mistress had no reservations about showing off the most intimate
parts of my body.
“Lean forward so I can put this collar on you.”
Now they were moving into an area I was more familiar with.
The collar had been lying on the floor of the car in front. As the coed held it up, I
saw a heavy chain dangling down from it. One end of the chain was attached to the collar,
the other to a large steel ring about a quarter inch in diameter.
She slipped the leather strap about my neck. At first she buckled it together loosely.
One hand under my hair on my right side enabled her to pull all my hair over to my left.
Most my hair was now freed of the neck.
She pulled the collar tighter but it was still loose. This was interesting. Either she
was completely incompetent, or she had some nefarious plan in mind.
“Spread your knees apart. Now rock back on your heels and lower your head so it is
between your knees.”
I bent over more, but it was not enough to satisfy her. She placed her left hand
against my upper back while her right grabbed the ring. As she pushed down on my head,
the ring came closer to my feet. She pushed down further so she could slip the ring over
my shoes. She pushed it back so it was at the arches of the shoes.
With the collar and the ring in place, she let go.
“Try to raise you head.”
My chest was pressed against my thighs. The chain prohibited me from raising my upper
body. If I bent my head back, I saw only the floor mat in front of me. Even if I had
been able to raise my head a little, I could have seen nothing. My long blonde hair
formed a wall about my head to keep me from seeing anything.
I realized the ring was the key. If I could get my feet out of it, I could
straighten up. I bent over further to put some slack in the chain, but the upper back of
the ring fell over on the tops of my shoes.
I tried moving my feet forward and back, but the ring remained where it was.
Crap!
“No one will see her. Let’s go.”
I thought they would take me directly to the sorority house, but they decided to prolong
my torment. Hell, it was not “somebody,” it was Katie the B. The little bitch had me
helpless and intended to prolong it as long as possible.
The car pulled off the street and into a parking lot. I could tell it was a parking lot
from the sounds of the tires crunching on gravel. I knew Katie the B would never join a
sorority with a gravel driveway.
No one said anything to me as they got out of the car so they must have had this planned
before they kidnapped me. The doors slammed on the car I was in, and a car immediately to
the right.
I remained bent over in the front seat.
I worried if someone might see me, but that would only occur if they got right next to
the car. The other car was parked to the right, so the risk lay to the left. Every time
I heard the sounds of a car pulling into the parking lot behind us, I tensed up, thinking
someone was about to see me.
I froze, as though being completely motionless would keep me from being discovered. The
sounds of the tires on the gravel grew louder as the car approached. I relaxed as the
sounds of the car faded. That car was going to park somewhere else.
After a while I got bored. No one was going to find me in this car. After the initial
terror, I did not care anymore.
I wanted out of this bent-over position. All the hours I put in at the “Sinfully Thin”
health club, my body was quite supple. Still, it put a strain on my lower back being bent
over and not able to move.
Eventually they returned. I could not tell if it was merely fifteen minutes or an hour.
All I knew was that it was too long.
“Damn! Nobody found her!”
They all laughed. I did not know if it was because of my helplessness or the lame
joke.
“Come on. It’s plenty dark now. No one will see her going into the house.”
We drove for another half hour or so. The salvia from my mouth flowed across the ball
and dropped down to my calf. I squirmed about to try to ease the strain on my back. They
interrupted it as a feeble attempt to escape. They rewarded me with some playful slaps on
my left hip.
When we finally arrived at our destination, they removed the collar and chain. I tried
to straighten up but could not.
“I knew we should not have stopped. She was in this position too long.”
“Then why didn’t you say something?”
One woman on each side pushed my upper body upright. Pain shot through my back as she
did that. The coed on my right pulled the ring off my feet so they could get my legs out
the door. In a minute I stood on the driveway.
“Walk around a bit to get your muscles loosened up.”
I walked twenty feet away from the car, accompanied by two women. I did not know if
they were there to help me if I fell, or if they were there to insure I did not run away.
As I walked back toward the house, I noticed Katie the B standing midway between the car
and a door on the building. She had her arms folded across her chest. She wore a frown
on her face, and she stared at me with undying enmity.
“Come on bring her in the house.”
Since I was bound and gagged, I saw no advantage in trying to run from them. I let them
guide me to the door.
Immediately inside, there were two sets of stairs. The one on the right obviously led
down to the basement. The short flight ahead of me led up to the first floor.
I heard voices before I saw the coeds.
“Hey, people, look what I found, a blonde bimbo!”
All chatter stopped as everyone turned to look at me.
“Somebody get Mallory. Mallory!”
Who or what was a Mallory was beyond me. Katie the B took me by the arm to lead me
further in the room. We started toward the front door, but stopped short of it. She
turned me 90 degrees to the right and had me kneel.
“This dress up Barbie comes with her own slutty cheerleader’s uniform.”
I saw several coeds look at one another. I think Katie had said the wrong thing.
Obviously, I was not the only ex-cheerleader in the room.
“What are you people yelling about?”
A brunette appeared in sight on stairs leading to the second floor. At first I only saw
a pair of legs. The skirt was short, but not as short as the ones I wore. Four steps
from the bottom she saw me and came to a complete stop. Her gaze went from me to Katie
the B and then back to me.
“You can’t kidnap people off the street!” She screamed at Katie the B. Maybe everyone
in the sorority was not a total loon.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
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