Again, thanks everybody for their nice comments Writing this part was easier than I thought so enjoy
A Friend in Danger (Part Three)
"Miss Sloan," Marcy Garcia stammered as she looked at their activities director as she held a gun on Chrissie Fisher. "W...what is going on?"
"What does it look like Marcy" Chrissie shot back "You messed up"
"Me?, what did I do?"
"You didn't grab that file fast...."
"Alright you two chatterboxes, enough already. I'm going to have to teach you two a lesson on minding your own business"
Marcy kept looking at her gun.
"Please, don't hurt us. We'll cooperate"
"Oh you will, believe me" Miss Sloan shot back "Call it detention"
"Detention?" Marcy responded, with kind of a puzzled look on her pretty face.
"Yes, now you move it....down to the basement"
"The basement?" Chrissie added "That's not the detention room"
"Well it is tonight ladies...now move!"
As Miss Sloan led the girls to the basement, Suzy Farrington and Missy Ferguson were having their way with the bound and gagged Gina Cirelli, Marcy's roommate. Missy took the vibrator and went over Gina's private area, getting high pitch squeals from the plump girl. Gina was also bucking, trying her bound hands once again, hoping to escape the tight bondage...no luck. Missy then put the vibrator slightly inside Gina's clit, going back and forth with it. Gina screamed into her gag as she felt herself being pleasured by Chrissie's minions. Gina had only been with one other person; Marcy. Gina felt that she was going to orgasm when suddenly Suzy's phone rang.
"Who the hell is calling me
now....?" Suzy complained as she looked at the phone; The name CHRISSIE showed on the screen.
"Hey....did you get it done?....what?....alright.....bye"
"What was that all about? Missy asked, turning her attention away from Gina.
"Chrissie is in detention and so is Garcia"
Gina moaned at the sound of that as she looked at her captors.
"She said to release Cirelli and to wait for her in the dorm"
Gina breathed a sigh of relief at the news, but why was her girlfriend in detention?
Meanwhile Miss Sloan had praised Chrissie for convincing her minions on her current situation as the girls sat on the floor and were ordered to remove their shoes and socks.
"Okay Chrissie" Miss Sloan ordered "Tie Marcy's hands behind her back and make sure the knots are tight. Then bind her feet."
Marcy turned around and crossed her wrists as she was again bound with one of her white knee socks. It seemed to Marcy that Chrissie was enjoying every minute of it.
"Oww....that's too tight"
"Sorry hun, just doing as I'm told"
"Hurry it up Chrissie, i've got to get back upstairs"
"You're just going to leave us down here?" Marcy asked as she was sat on the matted floor. "This is not detention, what are you involved in?"
"I'm not involved with nothing. You two are going to work out your problems while your down here. This room is soundproof, so I won't gag you...at least not yet. I'm sure you have questions on that folder you tried to swipe from my office"
Chrissie finished with Marcy's legs, even touching them a couple of times, getting a dirty look out of Marcy in the process. Miss Sloan grabbed a sock and started tying Chrissie's hands behind her back. After a few minutes Chrissie was sat back to back with Marcy and her legs bound with the last sock. Miss Sloan then stood up and went over to a closet and came back with a long jump rope. The young teacher took the jump rope and tied it around the girls bodies so they were snuggly back to back with one another. She then took out her gun again.
"If you aren't involved in anything, why do you have t...that gun" Marcy stammered as she was already trying her bonds.
"Oh this? Sorry, it's plastic...see"
The girls could tell it was a kid's cap gun as they had fell for it.
"You best keep your mouth's shut about that too...Not sure that the St. Anne's board would approve of my methods"
"No shit.." Chrissie sneered as she struggled in her bonds.
"Chrissie here needs to be taught a lesson or two and you my dear fell right into her trap....look at it this way, I could write you up for expulsion, but I think this more productive. Well have a fun talk girls, I'm sure Miss Fisher has lots to say to you. I will release you two in one hour, unless you find a way to get loose before that....oh wait a sec, the door will be locked so I guess you'll have to stay here anyway. Have fun girls!"
Miss Sloan, with Chrissie's folder in her hand, left the two bound girls on the floor. Marcy could hear the door locking in the distance.
"Shit!" Chrissie yelled as she struggled mightily with her bonds. "I can't fucking believe I fell for this crap!"
"Chrissie calm down and let's think this through"
"Calm down? Damnit Marcy, if you had just hustled a little bit, maybe we wouldn't be sitting here"
"What is in that folder huh? What else have you done?"
"Enough okay, I'm a discipline problem"
"Wow, there's a shocker!"
"I could have destroyed that folder and that bitch Sloan wouldn't had nothing on me, or my friends for that matter...just hollow threats"
"Man, you are dreaming Chrissie. She has stuff on you, who else does?"
"Just her...I think. Look can you sit still so I can try and get loose?"
Marcy was still struggling with her hands, as being bound together with the jump rope, left the girls with little or no room to try and free the other one.
"I can barely reach my knots" Marcy complained "If you hadn't tied them so freaking tight I might add"
"I had no choice Marcella, she had a gun....or so I thought at the time.....fuck! how can I be so stupid!"
"Well if you guys hadn't kidnapped Gina and then forced me to help you...no wonder you have a discipline file"
Marcy had come to the conclusion that they weren't getting free sitting the way they were. The stunning Latina looked around the room and then spotted something, something shining protruding from the wall.
"There! In the wall, it looks like it's some kind of hook or something. Maybe we can hook it on the jump rope tying us together and if we're lucky we might be able to pull it loose.
"Then what? We'll still be tied up"
"But we would have a better chance to free ourselves. Now we'll have to ease ourselves up and then hop in unison over to it.
"Oh is that all?" Chrissie responded, rolling her eyes.
"Cut the crap Chrissie, you're a cheerleader....you can do this"
"Okay then....oh and sorry about not selecting you for the squad"
"Save it for later, let's concentrate on the task at hand ok? On three; one, two three...."
With that Marcy and Chrissie used each other to rise up. Getting their balance, the two rivals took a couple of hops towards the wall. Then a couple of more. A couple of minutes later the girls were right next to the hook.
"Put the rope on it and pull"
The girls managed to snag the jump rope tying them together and then started pulling. Marcy noticed the rope loosening a bit.
"It's working, keep going!"
A few good tugs, loosened the rope where it slacked up enough to where it fell down the girls bodies.
"Holy shit Garcia! you did it!"
Both Marcy and Chrissie hopped over the circle of rope that had just fell and Marcy put her back against Chrissie's. Marcy tried the knots on Chrissie's wrists and Chrissie did the same to Marcy. Ten minutes or so later, Chrissie could feel the knots loosening on her wrists. She then pulled them apart and rubbed her wrists for feeling.
"Okay, unite me Chrissie"
As Chrissie started to untie Marcy, she suddenly stopped.
"What are you doing, untie me"
"Not just yet hun, we have some unfinished business"
"What the hell!"
Chrissie then pulled Marcy to the matted floor and covered her mouth with her hand. Chrissie then with her other hand reached underneath Marcy's skirt. Chrissie gave her an evil grin as she stuck a couple of fingers near Marcy's private area. She suddenly took her fingers and pushed past her clit and started stroking.
"I'm going to finger fuck you Marcella"
What is wrong with this crazy bitch....come on Miss Sloan, come back and catch her so you can expel her ass from this place.
Marcy moaned under Chrissie's left hand as the fingers on her right hand pushed deeper into Marcy's pussy. With her hands still bound behind her back, Marcy was helpless to do anything as she felt her self on the verge of an orgasm....
Please open that door Miss Sloan....
TBC...