Part One:
Even after the Arlington High football team’s last player disappeared back into the locker room, the student body buzzed aimlessly around the field. Swaths of teenagers shuffled around on top of the red and white confetti dusting the green Astroturf, excited for the overtime win against Arlington’s rival, Jefferson Central, but more excited at the rides they arranged in whispers to the annual Senior party, Late Night Lasso.
From the stands, parents and faculty looked down at the field and felt waves of sentiment at the way the Seniors mingled and smiled and congratulated each other in a strong sense of school pride. On the field, the teenagers were plotting who would make runs for beer and cheap liquor before the party, and arguing who would be stuck as each pod’s designated driver. Group by group, the field emptied, as the Seniors of Arlington High braced themselves for the secret gem of Texas high school social life.
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“BEFORE WE BEGIN! WELCOME TO THE 2023 LATE NIGHT LASSO! LETS GO OVER THE RULES ONE LAST TIME!” Arlington Student Body President Anna De Piazza cleared her voice into the karaoke microphone, as 80 Arlington seniors quieted down around her in the basement of her parents’ home, continuing to sip from their colorful solo cups.
“RULE ONE! IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER, YOU NEED TO LEAVE. RIGHT NOW.” A solitary, sullen Junior made his way toward the door.
“Now that that’s settled…” Anna spoke more intentionally now. “Welcome to the 2023 Late Night Lasso. I’m Anna De Piazza and am happy to be this year’s host of a time honored Arlington tradition. Before we begin, for those of you who are less schooled on why we’re here tonight, the Late Night Lasso was founded as a way for Arlington students to come together and raise funds to benefit a single family in the Arlington community. Over the 12 years the party has existed, we have raised over $120,000 in aid for members of our community.” The part erupted in drunk, genuine applause.
“This year’s recipient of funds will be Ms. Ross, our favorite Senior Math Teacher, after her family’s house burned down earlier this year. We all know what she has meant to us this year, and it’s an honor to help her and her family pick themselves up after such a tragedy.” Anna paused for another crackling applause.
“Now. Let’s get to the rules.” The basement erupted in hollers and cheers.
“As stated in the senior-only group text that went out earlier this month, each senior was able to nominate a student to be bound, gagged, and auctioned off for the night. The four nominees receiving the most votes have been notified, accepted the honor of serving, and are waiting behind the door behind me.” Anna gestured behind her toward the bedroom door.
“This year’s winners are as follows: Jane Ryan, Carmen Melendez, Carly Feiffer, and Abby Stetson.”
The room rippled with cheers, mostly from the male students, who had colluded together to nominate “the four best bodies” at Arlington High.
“Each of the winners will come out one by one. We auctioned off the right to choose each of the winner’s outfit, to tie them up, and gag them last week. From that one auction we raised $8,000! At midnight, we will auction off each winner and a private room for the remainder of the night.” The basement shook as the partygoers stomped their feet and clapped in anticipation.
“Here are the rules to remember when that happens. Breaking any rule will result in your immediate and aggressive expulsion from this event. No exceptions.
Rule #1: No touching unless approved by our winners. Each winner has agreed to accept donations for ‘party favors,’ but keep things PG-13, folks.
Rule #2: Donations to Ms. Ross can be made to each individual winners’ Venmo account.
Rule #3: After the midnight auction, the party is OVER. Head home and leave me to clean up my wrecked house in peace.”
ARE WE READY TO SEE THIS YEAR’S WINNERS???”
The part exploded into raucous applause.
“Then let’s get our night started! Our first winner is Jane Ryan!”
The door behind Anna opened and a short, busty blonde burst her way into the room. Jane stood about 5’5,” with bleach-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Clearly shoved out into the party, it took her several short hops to catch her balance. Jane had been dressed in pink underwear and bra, and had been given a pair of white bunny ears to to wear on her head like a tiara. Whoever had bought the right to tie Jane up clearly had a particular aesthetic in mind, as she had been gagged in pink duct tape that had been wrapped around her head multiple times, making her cheeks swell over the top. Her body had been tied in white duct tape, wrapped viciously tight around her ankles and knees, cinching her wrists and elbows behind her, and framing the upper and lower areas of her massive, DD chest. A cheerleader and social butterfly, Jane had made many friends at Arlington high and very few enemies. She looked forward to being featured at a function like this as someone desirable, and played up for all it was worth.
“Mmmmmmpf!? Hmmpf hmmmm!!!!” Jane pretended to scream and cry in front of the party, hopping toward a random male classmate and pleading with him to untie her. Of course, he didn’t. Jane laughed and hopped toward the side of the door where she waited.
“And now, Arlington’s very own Carmen Melendez!!!!” Anna made way as the door burst open again.
Hopping confidently out into the open was Carmen, a 6’0” Amazonian creature. Carmen was all state that year in women’s basketball, and an unmistakable star on TikTok. Carmen’s luscious red lips had been parted by a massive red ball gag, which leaked saliva onto her giant chest. Carmen’s dresser had chosen perhaps the world’s tightest catsuit known to man for her. The black latex clung to every part of her strong, sinewy body, except at the center of her torso, where the front zipper had been pulled down all the way to the waist of the suit, leaving her massive breasts on the verge of toppling out of the latex. Carmen’s long boots had been tied at the ankles as well, except by rope instead of tape. Her dresser had applied multiple lengths of rope to her arms pinned behind in a reverse-prayer. Hearing her name chanted by the crowd in front of her, Carmen scuttled over to where Jane was standing, and in an act of pure crowd pleasing, attempted to kiss the taped up blonde through their gags, lighting the room on fire.
“Settle down! Settle down! Now it’s time for everybody’s sweetheart! Welcome Carly Feiffer!!!”
Carly, a little less coordinated than the prior two girls ahead of her, stumbled out through the door. A modest farm girl, Carly had a reputation for being the kindest, most humble smoke show at Arlington. Her curly red hair had been done up in two pigtails, which rested beneath a straw cowgirl hat. Gaining her balance, Carly beamed at the crowd, eager to say hello to everyone who had come out to support. She had been fitted with a red plaid flannel that was about two sizes too small for her, and had been tied halter-top style in the middle of her chest, letting her freckled breasts ooze against the straining knot that held them back. Spinning around in a pair of short jean shorts, Carly’s enormous ass quickly became the star of the night. It bulged over the rough rope that bound her legs together, as well as the rest of her upper body and her wrists behind her back. Sporting a grey duct tape wrap gag, similar to Janes, it was hard to tell whether or not Carly was smiling, but it was clear she was having fun.
“And finally!! Our sleeper-pick of the year! Make some noise for Abby Stetson!!!”
The door behind Anna opened, and for a moment, no one emerged from it. After almost a minute had passed, Abby hopped slowly into the center of the room, her shoulders hunched, her head down. What people knew about Abby is that she was a complete bookworm, having kept to herself most of high school and studied her way into a a freshman admission to Brown University. With her jet-black hair, many assumed she was a bit goth. What no one knew about Abby until tonight was her stunning figure — a DD chest that had been hidden beneath baggy alt-rock t-shirts know had nothing concealing it but a bright red bikini, which seemed to moan as Abby jiggled around, trying to make herself comfortable. Her dresser had forced Abby into a giant black ball gag that matched her hair, as well as black duct tape that constricted her entire body and made her secret curves more exaggerated than even she could have imagined. Those close to Abby knew that she only did all this for Ms. Ross, who had written her recommendation from Brown, and was most likely Abby’s best friend on campus. Abby glared at a young man who whistled at her before taking her place beside the other three Senior damsels.
“NOW! We have our four lasso’d ladies! We have our lucky party goers. Don’t forget the rules and get out your wallets! Let the party begin!!!!”
Charity Night Gone Wrong (?/FFFF) Part Six
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Charity Night Gone Wrong (?/FFFF) Part Six
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I love this first part! The stage is set: Let the Games begin!
This is great, can’t wait for part two, I really hope there’s lots of bidding and more over a million party favours
So let it be written. So let it be done!
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I love your setup for this story. It's distinct. It's snappy. It's fun. I love that you have four very different characters with unique personalities and somewhat divergent feelings on their situation. And as somebody who has worked with the fallout of a boisterous party before, this line made me audibly laugh:
You've got such an entertaining and enjoyable style. Terrific work.TapeTurtle wrote: ↑1 year ago "After the midnight auction, the party is OVER. Head home and leave me to clean up my wrecked house in peace.”
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Great fun, wonderful descriptions, and a lovely set up for the story. And so far, nothing has gone wrong....
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Part Two:
As various accounts of the night were passed around in the days to follow, and as the community and authorities conducted their investigation into the disappearance of Jane, Carmen, Carly, and Abby, a clearer, and potentially exaggerated picture began to emerge of what transpired around each of their girls before they vanished.
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It was hard to miss Jane Ryan the night of the party. She made a point to hop around in her white tape and pink underwear to as many social corners as she could reach.
As the party progressed, a system developed amongst the partygoers in which an attendee would hold up a request on their phone, accompanied by a dollar-amount of the donation they would make to Ms. Ross’s home reconstruction.
For Jane, one of the first requests she found herself facing was simple. A friend of hers on the cheerleading team wanted to kiss her on her tape gag. Jane laughed into the white tape circling her head, hopped toward her friend, her body bouncing slightly, before closing her eyes and leaning forward. The kiss left a brazen red lip imprint on the white tape, which Jane sported with pride. As the night progressed, the favors asked of Jane increased steadily in their craziness. One after another, Jane allowed guests to film her dancing in the white tape that constricted her arms, legs, and heavy chest. The busty blonde let them film her batting her blue eyes, begging for release through her gag, or simply just jumping up and down. Eventually guests paid for the right to toss Jane back and forth to each other, causing her to scream in terror and delight as her small stature soared through the air.
One girl’s account was recorded as the last time anyone saw Jane that night.
According to her, a pair of boys continued throwing the bound cheerleader around, before one held his phone up to her, earning a muffled scream, then a quiet nod. The boys took her up in their arms, then launched Jane into the short end of the pool.
“MMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHHH!!!!” She screamed, pulling her head out of the water and standing up. Her skin glistened against her pink under garments, and the shine of the water on her body almost added a cup size to her breasts as they wriggled around inside her bra. One of the boys, after making sure Jane was alright, held up a phone one last time to her, which Jane accepted, exiting the pool in small hops, before being scooped up and carried away toward the darkened driveway of that magnificent house.
As various accounts of the night were passed around in the days to follow, and as the community and authorities conducted their investigation into the disappearance of Jane, Carmen, Carly, and Abby, a clearer, and potentially exaggerated picture began to emerge of what transpired around each of their girls before they vanished.
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It was hard to miss Jane Ryan the night of the party. She made a point to hop around in her white tape and pink underwear to as many social corners as she could reach.
As the party progressed, a system developed amongst the partygoers in which an attendee would hold up a request on their phone, accompanied by a dollar-amount of the donation they would make to Ms. Ross’s home reconstruction.
For Jane, one of the first requests she found herself facing was simple. A friend of hers on the cheerleading team wanted to kiss her on her tape gag. Jane laughed into the white tape circling her head, hopped toward her friend, her body bouncing slightly, before closing her eyes and leaning forward. The kiss left a brazen red lip imprint on the white tape, which Jane sported with pride. As the night progressed, the favors asked of Jane increased steadily in their craziness. One after another, Jane allowed guests to film her dancing in the white tape that constricted her arms, legs, and heavy chest. The busty blonde let them film her batting her blue eyes, begging for release through her gag, or simply just jumping up and down. Eventually guests paid for the right to toss Jane back and forth to each other, causing her to scream in terror and delight as her small stature soared through the air.
One girl’s account was recorded as the last time anyone saw Jane that night.
According to her, a pair of boys continued throwing the bound cheerleader around, before one held his phone up to her, earning a muffled scream, then a quiet nod. The boys took her up in their arms, then launched Jane into the short end of the pool.
“MMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHHH!!!!” She screamed, pulling her head out of the water and standing up. Her skin glistened against her pink under garments, and the shine of the water on her body almost added a cup size to her breasts as they wriggled around inside her bra. One of the boys, after making sure Jane was alright, held up a phone one last time to her, which Jane accepted, exiting the pool in small hops, before being scooped up and carried away toward the darkened driveway of that magnificent house.
Very intriguing! I must say. I like the way how you began the chapter: Telling the story backwards. It will be interesting to learn what fate has befallen the missing students.
You are getting to me with the suspense, [mention]TapeTurtle[/mention]. Finely crafted and fascinating writing.
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well written
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Part Three:
“Mmmmmmmph…”
Carmen Melendez groaned lustfully into her ball gag, letting a steady stream of saliva cascade down into her exaggerated cleavage. Never one to be camera-shy, the TikTok and basketball star looked up from her knees, batting her eyelashes toward the outstretched phone hovering above her. “Mmmmmph hmmmm…” she pleaded playfully, tilting her head and letting more drool seep down her exposed chest into the unseeable corners of her catsuit.
A small crowd of partygoers had formed around Carmen, who was the clearly most forward of all the four girls tied up at the Late Night Lasso. She intimidated many of the young men and women with her overt, practices porn-star mannerisms. To be frank, not many of the senior students knew what to do with a bound, gagged, and willing slave like Carmen. Still, she took whatever requests came her way, recording videos on her knees and on her back, simulating sex for dorky and unconfident boys with her moans and muffled grunts. She sat herself down on several young men’s laps, pushing her massive chest into their faces and trying to kiss their necks through the giant ball shoved into her mouth. Once or twice, Carmen nodded at the request held out to her on a phone, before hopping into a bathroom with a student or two and watching the door close behind her. She would hop back out, still reverse-prayer tied in her catsuit, still gagged, but her hair slightly less pristine than before. Carmen saw herself truly as a party favor, an object that existed that night, solely to make the party unforgettable for the modest seniors of her school, and in the process, accomplish some good for a good teacher in the process. She offered her body up to anything, letting partygoers touch her, take shots off of her stomach and chest, hogtie her, roll her around, and kiss her. From that small corner of the basement, a steady refrain of her moans and grunts kept a steady rhythm for the surrounding revelry.
As the night progressed, Carmen, not slowing down for a minute, clearly began to show signs of exhaustion from her many sultry performances. Her face grew flushed, and sweat poured down her face and neck. Eventually a friend offered to help her out of her catsuit.
“Hmmmoh hmm mppf hmm Hmmf.” She shook her head, looking down, clearly noting that she had no clothes on underneath the tight black latex.
“Want to go outside?” A tall young man held out his phone to Carmen, who nodded enthusiastically as she read it.
“Hmmmmmmmpfffff.” She let out a relieved sigh, sending more drool down onto her body.
Smiling, the boy scooped up the tightly bound, helpless Amazon of a girl, and carried her off to the darkened driveway.
“Mmmmmmmph…”
Carmen Melendez groaned lustfully into her ball gag, letting a steady stream of saliva cascade down into her exaggerated cleavage. Never one to be camera-shy, the TikTok and basketball star looked up from her knees, batting her eyelashes toward the outstretched phone hovering above her. “Mmmmmph hmmmm…” she pleaded playfully, tilting her head and letting more drool seep down her exposed chest into the unseeable corners of her catsuit.
A small crowd of partygoers had formed around Carmen, who was the clearly most forward of all the four girls tied up at the Late Night Lasso. She intimidated many of the young men and women with her overt, practices porn-star mannerisms. To be frank, not many of the senior students knew what to do with a bound, gagged, and willing slave like Carmen. Still, she took whatever requests came her way, recording videos on her knees and on her back, simulating sex for dorky and unconfident boys with her moans and muffled grunts. She sat herself down on several young men’s laps, pushing her massive chest into their faces and trying to kiss their necks through the giant ball shoved into her mouth. Once or twice, Carmen nodded at the request held out to her on a phone, before hopping into a bathroom with a student or two and watching the door close behind her. She would hop back out, still reverse-prayer tied in her catsuit, still gagged, but her hair slightly less pristine than before. Carmen saw herself truly as a party favor, an object that existed that night, solely to make the party unforgettable for the modest seniors of her school, and in the process, accomplish some good for a good teacher in the process. She offered her body up to anything, letting partygoers touch her, take shots off of her stomach and chest, hogtie her, roll her around, and kiss her. From that small corner of the basement, a steady refrain of her moans and grunts kept a steady rhythm for the surrounding revelry.
As the night progressed, Carmen, not slowing down for a minute, clearly began to show signs of exhaustion from her many sultry performances. Her face grew flushed, and sweat poured down her face and neck. Eventually a friend offered to help her out of her catsuit.
“Hmmmoh hmm mppf hmm Hmmf.” She shook her head, looking down, clearly noting that she had no clothes on underneath the tight black latex.
“Want to go outside?” A tall young man held out his phone to Carmen, who nodded enthusiastically as she read it.
“Hmmmmmmmpfffff.” She let out a relieved sigh, sending more drool down onto her body.
Smiling, the boy scooped up the tightly bound, helpless Amazon of a girl, and carried her off to the darkened driveway.
You continue unfolding tiny bits of the mystery at a time, [mention]TapeTurtle[/mention]. Kudos!
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great chapter and a great story well done
When I read the first chapter of this story I thought that I was in for a lot of fun. And that hasn't changed. I was curious about the "Gone Wrong" aspect because it sounded like a good deal of fun in which all parties had agreed to the rules and parameters. Now that you've laid out the direction of the narrative I find that a level of suspense and intrigue have been expertly layered over the fun. It adds a whole new enjoyable dynamic to this tale. This is an exceptional story that I'll be following with great interest. Well done.
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Part Four:
While Carmen Melendez imposed herself as a sexual force in one corner of the basement, Carly Feiffer stood in the distant opposite corner having a similar force imposed upon her. While Carly wasn’t a prude by any stretch, she clearly did not intend to spend the night intimidating anyone with her carnal confidence, as she saw Carmen doing across from her.
Still, in many ways, and for many of the partygoers that evening, Carly was the absolute epitome of the Late Night Lasso they hoped to experience. Carly’s bubbly personality and borderline naivety paired opportunistically with her jaw-dropping figure and a few hours of pre-party drinking, transforming the young redhead into a giggling bombshell of a bondage doll.
Nicknamed “Joan” for the way her body and face closely resembled that of actress Christina Hendricks on the popular show “Mad Men”, Carly was the primary target that night for a number of young men wanting to enact certain long-held fantasies upon her in lieu of the lustful Hendricks.
“Hmmmmph!!!! Mph hm hm hmph!” Carly squealed and giggled into the silver duct tape wrapped around her face as she felt her arms pulled upward behind her into a strict strapado, feeling her back lunge forward until she was bent over like a table.
Having designated a “guide” for the night, Carly didn’t want to waste time approving requests herself, and had appointed a friend of hers to take requests and donations for her. Unfortunately for Carly, her guide had had even more to drink leading up to the party than she had, and showed little restraint in approving all kinds of favors to be acted upon the bound, busty ginger. Within minutes, Carly felt her halter-top untied and discarded, leaving her massive, DDD-sized chests to spill downward, nearly swinging out of her dark green bra. “Hmmmmmmmmpppffff!!!!” Carly cried out in fits of laughter as she watched her body try to stay contained in her underwear.
Once word and photo had been sent around the party of Carly’s current state, a notable crowd began forming around the helpless senior. Requests for a quick cupping of her breasts escalated into smacking her egregiously round ass, which then in turn grew into full body massaging and groping.
“Mmmmph! Hmmf hmm mmmmph.” Carly’s guide noticed the slight change in her friend’s voice, and broke the news to the crowd it was time to undo the current tie on the new star of the party. Back in her original ties, her hands behind her back, her breasts bulging from the rope above and below her chest, her jean-shorts and thighs fused together all the way down to the ankles by length after length of rope, Carly resumed her bubbly aura, hopping around and pretending to talk through her gag ro the guests surrounding her.
After a few minutes, Carly’s guide got a request from a single boy that made her grin devilishly. “Hey Joan,” she said, turning cooly toward the bound redhead. “He’s here to tickle you until you pee. I suggest you make a break for it.”
“HMMMMMPPHHHHHMMMMHHHHHHPH!!!!!” Wasting no time, the bodacious Carly Feiffer began hopping in her binds out of the basement door, down the sidewalk path, and toward the pitch-black driveway, her heaving assets creating a spectacle the whole way down.
While Carmen Melendez imposed herself as a sexual force in one corner of the basement, Carly Feiffer stood in the distant opposite corner having a similar force imposed upon her. While Carly wasn’t a prude by any stretch, she clearly did not intend to spend the night intimidating anyone with her carnal confidence, as she saw Carmen doing across from her.
Still, in many ways, and for many of the partygoers that evening, Carly was the absolute epitome of the Late Night Lasso they hoped to experience. Carly’s bubbly personality and borderline naivety paired opportunistically with her jaw-dropping figure and a few hours of pre-party drinking, transforming the young redhead into a giggling bombshell of a bondage doll.
Nicknamed “Joan” for the way her body and face closely resembled that of actress Christina Hendricks on the popular show “Mad Men”, Carly was the primary target that night for a number of young men wanting to enact certain long-held fantasies upon her in lieu of the lustful Hendricks.
“Hmmmmph!!!! Mph hm hm hmph!” Carly squealed and giggled into the silver duct tape wrapped around her face as she felt her arms pulled upward behind her into a strict strapado, feeling her back lunge forward until she was bent over like a table.
Having designated a “guide” for the night, Carly didn’t want to waste time approving requests herself, and had appointed a friend of hers to take requests and donations for her. Unfortunately for Carly, her guide had had even more to drink leading up to the party than she had, and showed little restraint in approving all kinds of favors to be acted upon the bound, busty ginger. Within minutes, Carly felt her halter-top untied and discarded, leaving her massive, DDD-sized chests to spill downward, nearly swinging out of her dark green bra. “Hmmmmmmmmpppffff!!!!” Carly cried out in fits of laughter as she watched her body try to stay contained in her underwear.
Once word and photo had been sent around the party of Carly’s current state, a notable crowd began forming around the helpless senior. Requests for a quick cupping of her breasts escalated into smacking her egregiously round ass, which then in turn grew into full body massaging and groping.
“Mmmmph! Hmmf hmm mmmmph.” Carly’s guide noticed the slight change in her friend’s voice, and broke the news to the crowd it was time to undo the current tie on the new star of the party. Back in her original ties, her hands behind her back, her breasts bulging from the rope above and below her chest, her jean-shorts and thighs fused together all the way down to the ankles by length after length of rope, Carly resumed her bubbly aura, hopping around and pretending to talk through her gag ro the guests surrounding her.
After a few minutes, Carly’s guide got a request from a single boy that made her grin devilishly. “Hey Joan,” she said, turning cooly toward the bound redhead. “He’s here to tickle you until you pee. I suggest you make a break for it.”
“HMMMMMPPHHHHHMMMMHHHHHHPH!!!!!” Wasting no time, the bodacious Carly Feiffer began hopping in her binds out of the basement door, down the sidewalk path, and toward the pitch-black driveway, her heaving assets creating a spectacle the whole way down.
This story is FANTASTIC. Hoping to see it continue!
Look, one of us is getting tied up and played with before the end of the night. Is it me, or is it you?
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This story is getting better and better - looking forward where you will take it.
I just caught up to your sorry and I like it a lot!
I believe you would be a lot more comfortable in ropes
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Part Five:
“Hmmmmmpfff.” Abby Stetson rolled her eyes and groaned sarcastically into her ball gag. Surrounded by three of her closest friends in the small hot tub off to the side of the raucous basement party, Abby pretended to be annoyed at her small posse. Inside, she felt a rush of gratitude for them as she watched Carly and Carmen through the basement window. Knowing how uncomfortable Abby would be in a bikini, tape bound and ball gagged for her classmates, Abby’s friends each pitched in enough money to steal the black-haired future ivy-leaguer away for a few moments to get her settled. “Mmmmmph hmm.” Abby shifted nervously in the hot tub. The bottom of her DD-chest kissed the surface of the roiling water.
“We need to get some liquor in her. Now.” One of Abby’s friends pulled a cheap bottle of vodka from a bag outside the hot tub, beginning to shake it lightly in front of Abby’s face. “You have a long ways to go dude. Ms. Ross needs you.”
Abby stared at the vodka bottle, then wrestled briefly with the tape holding her wrists together behind her, surprised at how strong the binding stayed even under water, and still uncomfortable at how her dresser had taped her body tight enough to send her curves jutting out into the open.
“Hmmmpffhmm.” Abby nodded her head, focusing in on the vodka.
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Having taken seven straight shots of vodka, Abby was re-gagged and pushed lovingly out of the hot tub by her friends and into the throes of the Late Night Lasso. Unsure of where to go and what to do, the secretly-stacked bookworm stood awkwardly in the middle of a small crowd, breathing nervously into the giant black ball shoved between her lips.
Little by little, another crowd of party goers began surrounding Abby, unsure of what to do with her, but curious enough to gather and study the helpless brunette. After a few silent moments of inching closer to her, a small, awkward young man with red hair whispered something in Abby’s ear. Abby looked down at the ground, then nodded. Slowly, the boy extended our his right hand, placed it on her breast, and squeezed. Abby inhaled sharply through her gag. Smiling sheepishly, the young man shuffled back into the crowd. Abby looked nervously toward the growing group of guests.
The dam broke within the crowd. In one harsh rush, a dozen senior class members raced toward the tape-bound and ball-gagged Abby, who looked a little scared, but nodded at their varied requests nonetheless. After a small barrage of kisses, fondlings, strained dances, and photos, Abby’s face began turning almost as red as the bikini that struggled to hold her wriggling body. Noting her discomfort, Abby’s friend and guide for the night stepped in, demanding the throng of teenagers take a few steps back. “That’s enough,” she said. “We’ll go one at a time, but only if you all get your shit together and form a line. Who’s next?”
“I’d like to be.” The crowd turned to face the low, confident voice. Ethan Trask stepped purposefully through the hushed crowd toward Abby. The heir to a small fortune, Trask (as his friends called him) carried a presence that commanded eyes and quiet. Handsome, tall, and polite, the young man was known for being incredibly modest and likable despite his vast wealth. Abby Stetson went white as she watched him step directly in front of her. Unbeknownst to Ethan, she had carried a strong crush for him for several years now. Ethan smiled into her eyes, kindly and earnestly. “Hi Abby.”
“Mmmpf hmm.” Abby tried responding through her ball gag, but failed. Suddenly aware she was standing in front of her crush while bound, gagged, and bikini-clad, Abby began averting her eyes from Trask as he leaned in to ask a question.
“Mmmpfffffffff.” Smiling for the first time, and suddenly loosened by the liquor, Abby nodded back at Trask, who picked her up and carried her to a reclining chair in the corner of the basement. Those who were curious asked Abby’s guide how much Wthan donated for the private audience with Abby, and were floored by the zeroes attached to the Venmo transaction. Those who were jealous glanced from time to time at the two in the corner, wishing to replace Trask as he supported the taped up Abby on his knee, bouncing her from time to time, her body exposed and oozing into his. Nearly everyone was stunned as he whispered into her ear, eliciting a boozy, garbled laugh, before reaching for the center of her bikini top, and pulling hard. The thin red strings unfurled off of Abby’s shoulders, falling to the ground. Abby, clearly drunk, looked down at her bobbing bare breasts, then back at Trask, before laughing, and leaning into his face. Some of the partygoers looked away, and some didn’t. But nearly everyone watched in envy as Ethan Trask laid several kisses across Abby’s chest, before picking her up, and carrying her out toward the vacant driveway off the house.
“Hmmmmmpfff.” Abby Stetson rolled her eyes and groaned sarcastically into her ball gag. Surrounded by three of her closest friends in the small hot tub off to the side of the raucous basement party, Abby pretended to be annoyed at her small posse. Inside, she felt a rush of gratitude for them as she watched Carly and Carmen through the basement window. Knowing how uncomfortable Abby would be in a bikini, tape bound and ball gagged for her classmates, Abby’s friends each pitched in enough money to steal the black-haired future ivy-leaguer away for a few moments to get her settled. “Mmmmmph hmm.” Abby shifted nervously in the hot tub. The bottom of her DD-chest kissed the surface of the roiling water.
“We need to get some liquor in her. Now.” One of Abby’s friends pulled a cheap bottle of vodka from a bag outside the hot tub, beginning to shake it lightly in front of Abby’s face. “You have a long ways to go dude. Ms. Ross needs you.”
Abby stared at the vodka bottle, then wrestled briefly with the tape holding her wrists together behind her, surprised at how strong the binding stayed even under water, and still uncomfortable at how her dresser had taped her body tight enough to send her curves jutting out into the open.
“Hmmmpffhmm.” Abby nodded her head, focusing in on the vodka.
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Having taken seven straight shots of vodka, Abby was re-gagged and pushed lovingly out of the hot tub by her friends and into the throes of the Late Night Lasso. Unsure of where to go and what to do, the secretly-stacked bookworm stood awkwardly in the middle of a small crowd, breathing nervously into the giant black ball shoved between her lips.
Little by little, another crowd of party goers began surrounding Abby, unsure of what to do with her, but curious enough to gather and study the helpless brunette. After a few silent moments of inching closer to her, a small, awkward young man with red hair whispered something in Abby’s ear. Abby looked down at the ground, then nodded. Slowly, the boy extended our his right hand, placed it on her breast, and squeezed. Abby inhaled sharply through her gag. Smiling sheepishly, the young man shuffled back into the crowd. Abby looked nervously toward the growing group of guests.
The dam broke within the crowd. In one harsh rush, a dozen senior class members raced toward the tape-bound and ball-gagged Abby, who looked a little scared, but nodded at their varied requests nonetheless. After a small barrage of kisses, fondlings, strained dances, and photos, Abby’s face began turning almost as red as the bikini that struggled to hold her wriggling body. Noting her discomfort, Abby’s friend and guide for the night stepped in, demanding the throng of teenagers take a few steps back. “That’s enough,” she said. “We’ll go one at a time, but only if you all get your shit together and form a line. Who’s next?”
“I’d like to be.” The crowd turned to face the low, confident voice. Ethan Trask stepped purposefully through the hushed crowd toward Abby. The heir to a small fortune, Trask (as his friends called him) carried a presence that commanded eyes and quiet. Handsome, tall, and polite, the young man was known for being incredibly modest and likable despite his vast wealth. Abby Stetson went white as she watched him step directly in front of her. Unbeknownst to Ethan, she had carried a strong crush for him for several years now. Ethan smiled into her eyes, kindly and earnestly. “Hi Abby.”
“Mmmpf hmm.” Abby tried responding through her ball gag, but failed. Suddenly aware she was standing in front of her crush while bound, gagged, and bikini-clad, Abby began averting her eyes from Trask as he leaned in to ask a question.
“Mmmpfffffffff.” Smiling for the first time, and suddenly loosened by the liquor, Abby nodded back at Trask, who picked her up and carried her to a reclining chair in the corner of the basement. Those who were curious asked Abby’s guide how much Wthan donated for the private audience with Abby, and were floored by the zeroes attached to the Venmo transaction. Those who were jealous glanced from time to time at the two in the corner, wishing to replace Trask as he supported the taped up Abby on his knee, bouncing her from time to time, her body exposed and oozing into his. Nearly everyone was stunned as he whispered into her ear, eliciting a boozy, garbled laugh, before reaching for the center of her bikini top, and pulling hard. The thin red strings unfurled off of Abby’s shoulders, falling to the ground. Abby, clearly drunk, looked down at her bobbing bare breasts, then back at Trask, before laughing, and leaning into his face. Some of the partygoers looked away, and some didn’t. But nearly everyone watched in envy as Ethan Trask laid several kisses across Abby’s chest, before picking her up, and carrying her out toward the vacant driveway off the house.
Abby certainly seems to be having fun.
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The Bandit Scout on Newhome updated 05/30/23
great chapter
I'm loving the progression. I certainly was a little worried about Abby since this didn't seem like her jam and she was just going along for noble motives. It is great to see that she has friends at the party to help her out. And it's wonderful to see her starting to enjoy herself. I hope that Ms. Ross invites all four girls over to her new 4BR / 4BA house with an in ground pool and guest house, because they are straight killin' it right now. THIS is how your fundraise.
I'll follow wherever you decide to take this tale. You're a very engaging author.
I'll follow wherever you decide to take this tale. You're a very engaging author.