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Last Parents Evening part two uploaded 06/02 (F/f) (M/ff)

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Quite dark, even for me. I know this technically breaks the adults tying minors rule, but a) others do it, b) the age is plot related, and c) nothing other than them getting tied up happens and all the adult stuff happens to adults.



“Mom, I’m too old for a babysitter!”
“Tahirah, you are only 14 years old.”
“Bari doesn’t need a babysitter”
“Bari is nearly 16. He can look after himself now.”
“But mooooom…”
“No buts. We’re already running late. Your father always takes an age to get ready.”
“I’m sorry about the delay” she said sweetly to the babysitter. She had been listening to Tahirah and her mother arguing about how she didn’t need to be supervised.
“That’s quite alright Mrs Shobi.”
The Shobis were a respectable middle class family from Jeddah. The parents were strict conservative muslims, and their son was growing up on the same path. Tahirah, however, was starting to show small signs of rebellion here and there. She had once even spoke back to her mother, although she never dared to show the merest suggestion of disobedience to her father. The family were sure Tahirah was getting some western influence from somewhere, probably one of her friends. It sure wasn’t from her own household. All the books and entertainment in the house were state approved. Her parents were concerned, and her father assured her that the next time she spoke out of turn, she would get a beating. Tahirah now kept her rebellious side well hidden. Beating his daughter, or any member of his family, would be done very reluctantly. He dearly loved his family, to the extent that he refused to take another wife and split his attention with another family. He knew, though, that he had to ensure his family adhered strictly to Allah’s rules, to guarantee their place in heaven. For his family not to go to heaven would mean he’d failed in his purpose in life.

The mother and the babysitter wore abayas and niqabs, as their sect dictated. The babysitter’s was plain, while the mother wore one with embroided gold cuffs. Tahirah wore a hijab, and a thin black long sleeved top and trousers. Bari wore his best thobe and ghutra.

At that moment, a pair of loud footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs.
“How can it take you so long to get ready?”
“I was praying. Plus we’re seeing Bari’s teachers. I wanted to dress properly.

“You look very smart” the mother said, in a dismissive, ‘I don’t give a shit’ tone of voice. Being late for a parents evening would create more on an impression than any outfit, and he could always pray later. She realised what she had done, and felt a mix of guilt and shame. She prayed internally for forgiveness for her impure thoughts. Like her husband, she cared deeply for her family. Although she never told him, she was flattered beyond words that her husband hadn’t taken another wife. Unlike wives that shared husbands, she was in no danger of jealousy consuming her.

She turned to the babysitter.
“This is our phone number. Call us if you need anything. And especially if she gives you any problems. She has quite a mouth on her.”
“Don’t worry Mrs Shobi, I’m sure she’ll be fine. I hope your parents evening goes well.”
“It will. My Bari is the smartest in his year” she bragged, embellishing the truth slightly. Bari was intelligent, but not a straight A student. “We’ll see you in an hour or so. Goodbye.”

Bari and his parents left their house. They got into the father’s 2 year old BWM and he drove the 3 of them to Bari's school, leaving Tahirah alone with her babysitter.

“I’m sure we’ll be best friends” said the babysitter.
“I’m not a baby you know. I don’t even know why you’re here. I can look after myself”
“I’m here because your parents love you and want to make sure you are looked after!”
This gave Tahirah a new perspective on things. She thought of ways to make their hour together go slightly faster.

“You know, it’s only us two here.”
“Yes…”
“So you can remove your veil.”
The babysitter was shocked.
“Remove my veil?! Why?!”
“There are no men here, so you don’t need to wear it anymore.”
“But…”
“Just put it back on when my father comes home”
The babysitter was reluctant, but she needed Tahirah on side for this to go smoothly. She said a silent prayer before removing her veil, ensuring her hair was still covered. At first she felt nervous, but she quickly enjoyed her freedom. She told herself she was still modestly dressed, so it was still ok. Tahirah was happy with her small victory. Her friend at school had started telling her about other sects of Islam and how the Qu’ran could be interpreted in different ways, and she felt it was her duty to educate others on this. She lacked the confidence to tell her family, who she felt sure would punish her badly if she said something the wrong way. But the babysitter she could convince, if she had a chance. The babysitter had other ideas though.

“Let’s play a game” the babysitter said.
“A game? I’m not a child you know!”
“It’ll make the time go faster.”
“What sort of game?”
“Hmm… What about… cops and robbers?”
“Cops and robbers? What’s that?”
“Well, er, normally, the robber has to not get caught by the cop. If the robber gets caught, they get tied up by the cop.”
“Weird game. Sounds…” Tahirah weighed it up in her head. If the babysitter was tied up, she could do what she wanted!
“I’ll play, but I’m the cop!”
“But… Ok sure”
Tahirah counted a second in her head.

“Got you, robber”
“You’re supposed to actually give me a chance to rob you…”
“Well this cop was waiting for you and caught you immediately!”
“But that’s not fair!”
“I just outplayed you at your own game. Now stay there.”
Tahirah held two fingers of her hand like a gun and pointed it at her babysitter, while she got her jump rope from the table. She approached her with it. Still pointing her fingers at her babysitter, she told her
“Keep your hands by your side”
The babysitter did as she was told as Tahirah wrapped the rope round her body four times, tying her arms to her sides.
“Now you’ve learned that crime doesn’t pay! I’m going to eat ice cream and watch tv!”

While Tahirah went to the get the ice cream from the freezer, it took zero effort for the babysitter to untie herself. She simply lifted moved her arms in front of her and pulled the rope over her head. 20 seconds later, Tahirah came back holding a large tub of strawberry ice cream. She was surprised to see her babysitter very much untied.
“If you’re good I’ll let you ha… how did you get free?”
“Easy. Now, the robber gets to tie the cop and do the robbing!”
“No. I’ve had enough of this game”

The babysitter didn’t bother using the jump rope, which had untangled itself on the floor but still had a poorly tied knot in it. She went to one of her pockets and pulled out a zip tie. The babysitter forced Tahirah’s arms behind her back.
“Look. You got out. You won. Let’s just sit on the couch and eat ice cream.”
Tahirah’s arms were bound tightly with the zip tie. Her thin top provided almost no protection from the strong plastic strap.
“Ow. That hurts. Let’s start this game again. I’ll give you a head start this time!”
The babysitter pulled another zip tie. She held Tahirah’s upper arms close together with one hand while pulling the zip tie round her arms just below her elbows with the other. She fastened the zip tie as much as she could. Now she no longer needed to hold Tahirah’s arms together, she forced her elbows to touch before pulling the zip tie tight. This bit into her skin as much as the zip tie on her wrists. Tahirah was built for comfort not for speed, unlike the rest of her family, and she could already feel a burning pain in her shoulder joints. The babysitter gave her a gentle push and Tahirah fell onto the sofa.

“Please take those things off. My arms really hurt” she pleaded, panic setting in.
“Shush cop. I need to keep out of the way so I can take all the things!”
The babysitter went to another pocket and pulled out a ballgag.
“What’s that thing? What’s it faaarrrgghhh…”
While Tahirah was asking her questioned, the babysitter jammed the black ballgag in her mouth. It wasn’t a big ballgag, but it did a decent job of filling her small mouth. It was buckled over the back of the hijab, tight enough that she couldn’t force it out.

“Plfff untmm mmfff! PLLFFPGG!!!”
The babysitter sat next to Tahirah and whispered softly in her ear.
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you go before your parents get here”
“Rmllghh? Uff stmm mm gmm?”
The babysitter nodded, then got back into character. Her reassurance that they were just playing gave very little comfort to Tahirah.

“Let’s get these legs secured, then I’ll search the house” taunted the babysitter as she knelt by Tahirah’s ankles. She knew this was just a silly game, but the babysitter was taking it way too seriously. Tahirah’s ankles were crossed and tied with a zip tie. Her flimsy trousers offered no protection as the tie dug into the fat on her calf and more painfully into her shin. Her best way out, she thought, was to play along.

“Mmmm bkkkuffff wmmm bm hmm smm!”
“Backup, eh? Well I better finish up quick and get away while I can” she said as she zip tied her legs together above her knees. It only just went round the bottom of her thick thighs.
“Uffff” Tahirah winced as it was fastened. She was gently forced to the floor and rolled on her stomach.
“Ummm nmmm gmm awfff wff tffgh!!” Tahirah groaned defiantly through her gag. Every time she opened her mouth she drooled slightly. The babysitter bent her legs and folded them over. She pulled Tahirah’s bound ankles until they were on top of her wrists, and hogtied her with her final zip tie.

“OOOOOMMMM” Tahirah cried through her gag. Her tight hogtie was too much for someone of her limited flexibility. The pain in her lower back made her forget about the pain in her shoulders.
“UMM TMM TFFFF! TMM TFFFF!!!!”
She tried pleading with the babysitter for mercy. This game lost a lot of its fun when her elbows got tied, and now it felt more like a sick prank. She wanted to tie her babysitter up and do what she pleased. She had her chance, but knew nothing about tying people up. She hated that the babysitter had beaten her. Not merely won, but completely thrashed her at this stupid ‘game’. She was going to tell her dad all about this, then she’d be real sorry.

“Your backup will untie you when they get here. Looks like crime pays after all!”

Tahirah was in too much discomfort to feign interest in this game anymore. Her thighs were forced off the floor by the hogtie. Her lips and chin had drool on them and her back and shoulders hurt. She stared at the clock on the wall, wondering how long she would be forced to stay in this miserable painful position.

The babysitter went into a different room and dialled a number.
“It went well, yes.(…) Took a bit of convincing.(…) Now? Bound and gagged on the floor. (…) Not very much by the sounds of it.(…) Haha, yeah.(…) About half an hour. How soon can you get here?(…) That’s cutting it a bit fine.(…) Better to be safe. (…) Lots of rope, tape, zip ties, and 3 ballgags.(…). Think of a number and double it.(…) Super strength. (…) Big. The one I took was a bit small.(…) A bit chubby.(…) I said chubby, not an elephant. (…) No idea, she had shoes on.(…) I thought you liked the revealing.(…) How am I supposed to know if she’s a virgin ?!(…) I can’t ask that as a babysitter!!!(…) 14(…) I know, but we're not the buyer.(...) Just her, but it doesn’t matter(…) It won’t hurt.(…) Yeah, us, haha. (…) I’ve got some ideas too(…) No but you will! Oh and bring the Viagra.(…) See you in 20!”
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I like the darker stories so I’m looking forward to where this one goes
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> a) others do it
Not really an excuse :-)

Good story, not that dark (yet). Let's see what happens next. Thanks for posting.
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Gagfan wrote: 3 years ago I like the darker stories
Apart from your victims wearing more clothes and mine wearing less, we have very similar tastes.
slackywacky wrote: 3 years ago not that dark (yet).
What sparks my story ideas is an image pops into my head while I'm lying in bed, and I write about what led to that situation. This idea is by far the grimmest of them.
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The image I had for this story was so much worse than that and so far away from this sites guidelines, I'm posting a massively different, sanitized version here.
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zerg rush wrote: 3 years ago
Gagfan wrote: 3 years ago I like the darker stories
Apart from your victims wearing more clothes and mine wearing less, we have very similar tastes.
slackywacky wrote: 3 years ago not that dark (yet).
What sparks my story ideas is an image pops into my head while I'm lying in bed, and I write about what led to that situation. This idea is by far the grimmest of them.
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The image I had for this story was so much worse than that and so far away from this sites guidelines, I'm posting a massively different, sanitized version here.
If you ever feel like sharing the more twisted original version Id be delighted to read it. If not I will still look forward to the sanitized version
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This is 100% fiction. All names are coincidental and no-one involved did any of these things. I don't condone anything that happens here, with one exception. This is definitely adults only. I know that only encourages non adults to read more...
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Tahirah had only been hogtied and gagged for 15 minutes, but the pain in her shoulders was becoming too much for her, and she was making more noise.

"OK, OK. I'll untie you. Calm down!"
"Fmmnny"

The babysitter cut the cable tie on Tahirah's elbows, then her hogtie. Finally, her ballgag was removed. Tahirah stretched her jaw, and spat out the substantial excess saliva in her mouth on the carpet.

"I'm sorry"
"You better be!"
"I know what will cheer you up. Let's eat that ice cream!"

The babysitter went into the kitchen to get two spoons, leaving Tahirah tied at the wrists, ankles and knees on the floor, looking wide eyed at her favourite food. The babysitter came back with two huge soup ladles.

"Question. How can I eat with my hands tied behind my back? Which still hurt, and you haven't untied yet, by the way!"
"You'll find out."

The babysitter picked up Tahirah and sat her on the sofa. She opened the tub of ice cream, took a huge spoonful, and held it just in front of Tahirah's mouth.

"This is sooo humilating"
"Don't you want any?"
"I didn't say that!"

The babysitter fed the bound Tahirah like a baby. Suddenly, her phone rang. She left the spoon of ice cream in Tahirah's mouth and answered it.

"Hello?"
"Hi. Bad news."
"What's up?"
"The client called. Wants her 'pure and unspoiled'."
"Sorry to here that."
"Not as sorry as I was..."
"How far away are you?"
"Bout 2 minutes"
"Ok Mrs Shobi. See you soon. Bye!"
"Mrs Sh..."

The babysitter turned back to Tahirah. The spoon was no longer in her mouth, and there was a bright pink splodge on the sofa.

"That was your mom...Did baby spill some ice cream?" taunted the babysitter, reaching for the ballgag.
"Oi. Ice cream is cold you knUUUGH"

The babysitter forced the ballgag back in her mouth.
"Whhmmm mm hmmm?"

The babysitter took her veil, and covered Tahirah's face with it.
"Hmmm!"

*Knock Knock*

The babysitter went to answer the door. Tahirah was puzzled. Surely, she thought, her family wouldn't have to knock on the front door to get in their own house?

"Good eveni... hey, let go of me! Heemmmmm! Hmmm! Hmmm!

"Good job" a tall muscular man dressed in white whispered. He was carrying an enormous gym bag
"Thanks dad" whispered the babysitter in response.
"Ready?"
The babysitter nodded. Reaching into his pocket, Abdab pulled out a 2 inch ballgag and gave it to her daughter. She forced the ball deep into her mouth and buckled it tightly behind her head as he cable tied her ankles and knees together. She put her hands behind her back, which were cable tied in a way that looked far tighter than it actually was.

"Hmmp! HLLP!!" the babysitter cried into her gag as her father forced her to hop into the lounge. Tahirah panicked as she saw her bound and gagged form.

"Looks like I interrupted your little game. The things sisters do to each other, eh" Abdab laughed. He forced his daughter at first to his knees, then to her stomach. Her wrists were tied loosely to her ankles with a cable tie.

"Nmm! Smmwmmm hlllp!" they both cried into their gags.

His daughter looking convincingly helpless, he turned his attention to Tahirah. He allowed himself a smile at the veil. He pulled down the lower half, exposing Tahirah's mouth. He knew that for her to remain pure, no non-family male could see her face, but he needed her mouth for later. For the second time in a few minutes, Tahirahs elbows were cable tied together. This time she was tied below and above her elbow, and she noticed the difference immediately. Abdab tied her far tighter than his daughter had earlier. Sharp pains shot through her shoulders like jolts of electricity.

"PLLLPPFF SMMMOFF HLLLF UFFFFF!" she yelled, hoping someone would here her and untie both of them. The babysitters gag was far larger than Tahirah's. Plus she didn't want anyone to come and rescue them, so she kept her gagged pleas as quiet as she thought she could get away with. Abdab used all of his considerable strength to tighten the cable ties to their maximum. Tahirah's fleshed buldged around them, and started bleeding slightly from the wrists. Her top started to fray at the left armpit.

Abdab knew his daugher could only travel light with binding and gagging material, but Tahirah was being way too loud. He went to his huge bag of goodies and pulled out a 6 inch brown dildo and a roll of black gorilla tape. He held the tape by putting his wrist through the spool and picked up the dildo. As he approached Tahirah, he pinched her nose closed with his free hand. She could still breathe by opening her mouth wider, but this caused her to blow drool out of her mouth with each breath. Abdab held the dildo in his armpit, using his free hand to unbuckle Tahirah's gag. She squirmed to get him off her nose, but he was far too strong. He removed the ballgag from her mouth, and forced the dildo in it's place. The first 2 and a half inches went in fairly easilly, but after that, Tahirah started coughing and choking. Abdab pinched her nose closed again, forcing Tahirah to open her mouth wider to get any air. As her mouth widened, more of the dildo was slowly and carefully force fed into her mouth. As the 4th inch made it's way into Tahirah's mouth, the coughing turned to wretching, and thick mucus started to dribble from her mouth.

"Relax your throat" Abdab commanded. Tahirah had no idea what he meant, or how to do this. More and more mucus from way down in her body was forced out through her mouth and nose as she was forced to accommodate the entire 6 inch dildo in her mouth and throat. The dildo hit the back of her throat, causing Tahirah to wretch violently, bringing up more thick green mucus from deep in her body. He removed his hand from Tahirah's nose and used it to pull on her chin, then forced the testicles of the dildo into her mouth. Her lower face was covered in drool and thick snot, her cheeks stained with tears. The very end of the dildo disappeared into Tahirah's mouth. All 6 inches were past her lips, with at least 2 and a half inch stuck in her throat. She could move her tongue around in her mouth a bit, but all she did was lick the testicles and the shaft of the dildo. All that was visible of the dildo in her mouth was the black base.

Abdab felt the merest tinge of guilt for Tahirah, but it was for her own good. He wasn't being cruel; he was teaching her a valuable life skill. A skill she would have to learn very quickly. The feeling of guilt was quickly crushed.In Abdab's line of work, guilt and pity were the mortal enemy.

While Tahira was literally gagging on a 6 inch dildo, and Abdabs daughter was pretending to struggle and cry for help, Abdab removed the gorilla tape from his wrist. Pulling the end free, he crushed Tahirah's lower face with 50 brutally tight layers of tape, from the bottom of her nose to the top of her Adam's apple. The dildo would remain gagging and choking her for some time. Removing her veil entirely, he then wrapped 20 layers vertically under her chin and round the top of her head, with no regard to her hair whatsoever. Tahirah's lower jaw clamped down on the dildo, with her teeth forced to sink deeply into the top and bottom of it. He looked into Tahirah's eyes. They were red from crying, Tears were already running down the outside of her gag. He tore off a strip of tape and, without wiping away her tears, planted it firmly over her eyes. 10 more layers followed, curshing the top of her head like a vice. Starting at the bridge of her nose, Abdab wrapped countless layers of gorilla tape round and round, going up. When he reached the top of her head, he went back down, encasing Tahirah's head in thick sticky gorilla tape. When the roll expired, he smoothed the tape over her head as much as he could. Only her nostrils and the tip of her nose could be seen under incalculable layers of pitch black. For a final touch, Abdab put the veil back over Tahirah's face.

"mmmmmmm"

Tahirah couldn't hear her own gagged screams. Her babysitter could just about detect them, and she was only 2 feet away from her. Unlike Tahirah, she didn't have layers of gorilla tape covering her ears. Abdab had always preferred gorilla tape over duct tape. Sure it was more expensive, but he worked a well paying job, so that wasn't an issue. Plus, with all the tears, drool, and in this case snot, there was always a chance duct tape would lose it's adhesion. Sure, it would be harder to remove, but no-one had complained yet.

Abdab went back to his bag, taking out some rope. He kissed his daughter on the forehead as he walked past her. Tahirah felt Abdab tied her arms painfully tightly. Rope was tied round her wrists, forearms, above and below her elbows, and aroud her shoulders. The ropes round her elbows were tied to the shoulder rope to stop them slipping. He went back to his bag for another roll of gorilla tape. Starting at Tahirah's wrists, he went down, wrapping 30 layers over her hands and fingers. She tried wiggling her fingers to make things harder, but she found moving them difficult. The tightness of her bondage was restricting blood flow. After her fingers were taped, Abdab mummified her already brutally bound arms, using half the roll. He retrieved an armbinder from his bag, and laced it up as tightly as he could just under Tahirah's shoulders. Her top ripped at the armpit due to Tahirah being bound the way she was. Abdab helpfully placed the strip of gorilla tape over the tear, making sure as much of Tahirah's armpit stubble was stuck to the tape as possible.

Abdab grabbed a black ribbed corset from the bag, and used it to bind her arms to her body. Tahirah made almost no noise as all the air was drived out of her lungs. Normally she would he happy to lose 4 inches from her waist, but this was different. As she was laced into her corset, Tahirah felt the points of her elbows dig into her back. The ribs of the corset crushed her stomach and lower chest, and, combined with her arm bondage, pushed her tiny breasts forward.

"mmmmmm"

Tahirah was lifted from the sofa and placed on the floor. Her heels were forced to her ample butt, and Abdab cable tied each leg individually, 4 cable ties on each ankle. The pressure made Tahirah's trousers stretch at the knees. Abdab cut the cable ties binding Tahirah's legs together, and finished off frogtying her, using a cable tie every 4 inches. Every cable tie was covered in 4 layers of gorilla tape. Tahirah's legs started to ache. Her thighs were chafing badly, but not as much as her heels chafed against her ass.

Tahirah was convinced she had died and gone to hell. Her face was sweating, but nowhere near enough for loosen a millimetre of tape. Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire, from her ankles to the top of her head. Her gag was choking her, drawing thick liquid from her lungs to her mouth, which she was forced to swallow. The tape over her lower face was covered in shot. She couldn't see, she could barely make a sound, she could only hear faintly, all she could taste was rubber and whatever liquid she was bringing up, and all she could feel was pain. All five senses were being overwhelmed by her brutally over the top bondage. She prayed for forgiveness for whatever sin had sent her to hell.

Abdab also thought he was in hell. There was a beautiful 14 year old girl, helplessly bound and gagged, and he wasn't allowed to do anything! This was only the third time this has happened in his long and illustrious career. He dreamed of all the things he normally did before his clients got their product. 'Testing the merchandise' he sometimes called it. 'Breaking them in' was another good one. Not himself, of course. As a father of a teenage girl, he knew what could happen if he had been discovered to have messed around with the merchandise. Most of his clients allowed toys to be used in some way or another. On very rare occasions he was allowed to use something the client wasn't interested in all for himself. But a 'hands off' rule was extreme cruelty for him.

Unfortunately for Tahirah she was very much alive and this was all really happening. Abdab started cable tying her frogtied legs together, every 4 inches like before, inbetween the ties frogtying her. This was a challenge due to how tightly frogtied her legs already were. Despite all the cable ties binding her legs, there was no let up in the tightness. Abdab had got to Tahirah's knees when he heard keys turn in the lock. Shit, he thought! He was such a perfectionist, so wrapped up in his work, he'd forgotten the family were coming back! He ran to take something from his bag and hid near the doorway.

Tahirah had also heard the keys in the door, and her heart leapt. The sound was heavilly muffled, but she definitely heard it. Her torment would be over! No way could he overpower all 3 of them. Her agony would be over! She wouldn't be choking on a dildo! SHE COULD EAT MORE ICE CREAM!!! Sure, with all that stuff on her it would take a while to be free, but it was so close. She could taste it.

"Honey, we're home!"

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I fully condone feeding someone something they like while they are tied up. The rest of it is horrific. Don't do it, ever.
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Will this be continued?
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