*The following is an excerpt from the diary of a gorgeous, intelligent, but slightly socially inept and nerdy 18-year old high school student named Catherine, who is often bullied by “popular” girls led by a beautiful and well-liked cheerleader named Vanessa for not keeping up with the latest trends and fashions and for being the only girl brave enough to stand up to Vanessa and her narcissistic personality. Becoming tied up, gagged and hogtied, the innocent and frail Catherine will live through the toughest sort of humiliation in her life just for believing in justice and being different than the average girl in her school. The narrative will be done in 1st person through Catherine’s thoughts and observations.*
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It was a cold Friday night and the last school subject for that week – PE. A strong winter wind was blowing outside, one of the two windows of the locker room I was in were wide open so the room was even more chilly. Every girl left the locker room relatively fast due to the extreme cold. The murmur soon ceased and I found myself alone preparing to leave as well. As I was putting my clothes on, I noticed that two persons entered the dark, deserted locker room with formerly only me inside. Upon closer inspection, I found out that the persons in question are two unpleasant and notoriously vicious girls I never liked very much. Vanessa, a slim, pretty, blonde haired and approximately 180cm (5′ 11”) tall girl together with Zoe, a sturdy and short haired 190cm (6 ‘3”) tall girl that was apparently lesbian. Zoe approached me with a flimsy smile and asked what am I doing so late in the locker room alone and why I haven’t left already. While I was briefly and politely explaining to Zoe that I haven’t estimated my time very well and that I would be leaving very soon, I noticed that Vanessa was doing something behind my back, precisely that she was picking through my clothes.
“Excuse me, what are you doing?” I asked a bit intimidated but tried my best to hide my emotions. “Such ugly clothes. Who wears this nowadays?” Said Vannesa proudly, who always thought she was better than me in every regard. “I don’t care too much what I wear, I prefer to spend my money on schooling until I finish university and find a more serious job.” I said gravely, a bit frightened by her reaction. “Bah, you were always a nerd, always studying and being miserable when others had fun.” Sarcastically laughed Vanessa, followed by an even more sarcastic giggle from Zoe that was still behind me, looking like a giant towards myself, who was a 171cm (5′ 7.5”) tall girl. “Where is the PE teacher?” I asked even more intimidated than before. “She had to leave but will return in about half an hour.” Vanessa explained with her arms crossed on her chest. “And what are you doing here even though you are dressed up and ready to leave?” I asked a bit confused but still intimidated. Vanessa and Zoe were smirking and I felt something sinister is about to happen. “Excuse me, if you don’t mind I would like to dress myself and go home.” I irritably said annoyed by their stupid questions and endangering of my personal space.
Looking at Vannesa and expecting that she will soon leave, I noticed her smirking and staring at Zoe that still stood right behind me. Vanessa nodded towards Zoe, and I was soon pulled back by an extremely strong force. Zoe, significantly more powerful and taller than me, was restraining me from my back with her huge arms and choking me with her massive elbow. Cold shivers ran down my spine, I had never felt so threatened in my entire life. After I grasped for air for a few more seconds, the next thing Zoe did was to pin me up to the wall nearby with her enormous hands, accidentally pulling my shirt up and revealing my stomach and belly button while simultaneously moving away my feet a few centimeters from the ground.
After she removed my glasses, Vanessa opened her purse and pulled out a small glass bottle and a piece of cloth. “You know Catherine, I don’t like you. Nobody likes you for that matter. I don’t like you standing up against myself and my friends whenever we do something you deem inappropriate. I don’t like you getting straight A’s without much effort. I don’t like the fact that guys hit on you even if you are such a pretentious phony slut. I don’t like your face or your voice. I don’t like anything related to you, really. And know what? I had enough of you and your fake attitude. Now you will come to realise that you are not so untouchable as you think you are. And remember: if you tell anyone what we will do to you, especially the professors, I will make your life even more miserable.” I panicked while reminding myself that Vanessa’s boyfriend is a 21 year old violent lowlife and high-school dropout, that allegedly excessively drinks, smokes, takes drugs and gets in fights with everyone who isn’t on Vanessa’s good side.
Shortly after her threatening speech, Vanessa soaked the cloth in her hand with the mysterious substance from the glass bottle she was holding. After Zoe lowered my both feet on the ground and at the same time still holding me tightly against the wall, Vanessa covered my mouth and nose with the soaked cloth. Struggling for air, I had no choice but to breathe through the soaked cloth that Vanessa held tightly on my face. As the girls viciously laughed at me while holding my limbs tightly against the wall, I gradually started feeling weaker and weaker. My vision became blurry, I started feeling drowsy, but paradoxically I felt an “inner peace”. While my vision was becoming more and more foggy, I closed my eyes thinking I would die, but what would soon happen to me is in my opinion worse than death. This was just the beginning.
After I closed my eyes, I realised I wasn’t completely unconscious. I was in a state of semi-consciousness and I could faintly hear Vanessa telling Zoe to lay me on the ground. However, I could not move a bit. “Let’s take off her clothes.” Abruptly said one of them. I could feel my body being touched, my clothes slipping from my skin and a more increasing cold. About a minute or so, I felt I laid completely naked in front of my most hated person. “I thought her breasts would be smaller. Who would have thought?” Vanessa commented. Suddenly I heard the sound of an iPhone camera. “I’m interested how will the school react when they realise how the nerd Catherine got drunk, stripped herself naked and fell asleep in the girl’s locker room.” Said Vanessa, while working on taking pictures of my naked body. In that moment I could not feel the crippling shame and discomfort I felt later when reminding myself of that scene, since the substance I was stunned by numbed down my emotions. My hearing gradually became even more and more vague. I could barely hear Vanessa saying “Restrain her arms, I will take care of her legs and ankles”. Subsequently I was turned over on my stomach to the cold floor of the locker room. While my limbs were bound by ropes, a smelly cotton-like textured piece of cloth was put in my mouth. Later I realised those were my socks. The socks were secluded in my mouth with a gag that was so tightly tied on the back of my head that I felt my eyes would pop out, most likely by Zoe.
After that ordeal, I felt I was lifted from the ground and taken somewhere. I started a monologue: “What did I do to Vanessa to deserve this? Why does she hate me? Where are they taking me? Where is the PE teacher?” I had a plethora of questions. Uncertainty made me feel insane. While Vanessa and Zoe were carrying me somewhere, I managed to open my eyes and see what was happening. Although my vision was still blurry, I could see that I was thoroughly bound with rope and gagged with my socks and my red silk scarf. My arms and wrists were tied behind my back while my ankles and feet were tightly put together. I could not utter a single “mmph” through the gag as I was completely exhausted and disoriented from the substance I was sedated with. Vanessa and Zoe entered the PE gym carrying me. First I assumed they would tied me to a basketball pole, but they walked beside it and went towards the gym’s storage room. My emotions suddenly came back to me. I felt extreme fear, uncertainty and humiliation. I started struggling, at which point Zoe repedeatly slapped my naked buttocks three or four times telling me with her deep frightening voice to “calm the fuck down”. I started to weep and struggle even more. Telling me I was a weepy coward, Zoe started hitting my bottom so hard that my buttocks turned red. Defeated and realising I could do nothing to free myself, I stopped struggling and surrendered to my captors. Vanessa laughed on top of her lungs seeing how desperate I looked.
After the storage room was opened and we three were inside, I was put on the dusty floor while Zoe freed some space to store me behind some gymnastic mats and a ping-pong table. The storage room was not excessively large, it was about 3 metres wide and 5 metres long. The storage room’s walls were cracked and dirty, with a few spider webs on the ceiling. After I was stored to the clearing Zoe made, Vanessa ordered Zoe to hogtie me. As always, Zoe did so without questioning her boss’ orders. While I was waiting to get hogtied, Vanessa pulled out her iPhone and took even more photos of me, as if I was not humiliated enough. She wanted more. “Mmmph mmmmmmph!” I begged Vanessa to stop through my red silk scarf and socks I was gagged with, but my muffled words could not be understood, and even less so taken into consideration. “See Cathy? This is what happens to snobbish little geeks like you. Learn your place.” Exclaimed Vanessa with a pinch of superiority. During my years in high-school, I built an image of myself as a competent, independent and emotionally strong person, and now everyone in my school would see me bound, nude and helpless. I cringed thinking how others will react when they see me in such state. I was relentless in my idea of finding out why is Vanessa doing something brutal like this to me. “Mmmmm mmmm mmmph?!” For a moment I thought my spit soaked gag will be removed since it was obvious I wanted to say something, but Vanessa didn’t care, laughing at my misery while taking photos.
“Done!” Proclaimed Zoe after getting me hogtied. “I think we’re done here, Zoe. Cathy, your friend Becky told us that your parents will be away for a few days, this weekend included, so there is no perfect time to learn your lesson since nobody will report you missing. And I know you don’t go out much, no need saying that. Remember: you got drunk, undressed yourself in the girl’s locker room and fell asleep, and we two were kind enough to drop you off home. That’s it. If you ever even mention someone something past that, you’re in for even worse things. And believe me, you don’t want to hear what will my boyfriend do to you if you disobey. This is your fault alone, you put this on yourself. Understood? Excellent. Good night, sweetie.” After Zoe sandwiched me between a ping-pong table, a wall and a few other pieces of PE equipment, I begged Vanessa to release me from my bonds and pleaded her through my gag to forgive me for whatever I done to her: “MMMM MMMMM MMMMPH!” My efforts were in vain. Soon the door was shut and I found myself in almost complete darkness.
I laid there helpless, furiously trying to get free for about ten minutes, when I unexpectedly heard footsteps coming from the gym. It was the PE teacher! Full of hope, I tried to make as much noise as possible, but in the end I couldn’t “mmph” loud enough for her to hear me. My only potential rescuer turned off the lights in the gym and left it, locking every door behind her. I lost all hope. After about 30 minutes of trying to free myself, I got exhausted and fell asleep. I woke a few hours later, or at least it seemed like few hours. I thought I had a bad dream, but I was wrong again. I didn’t know what time it was, I was anxious, cold and absolutely powerless. I dreamed someone will come to rescue me. Posterior to that, I again made myself go crazy with questions like “Why did Vanessa do this to me? Why does she enjoy this? Because I have better grades than her? Because I win her in class debates every time? Because someone is spreading rumors that I talk ill of her? Maybe because she thinks I’m prettier than her?” The last option seemed the most less likely to me. If I was so pretty, I would surely be popular, right? Eventually I came to the conclusion that it is a mix of the above and the fact that she is a vile manipulator and a sadist that enjoyes seeing me miserable above everything else. Even though I wildly tried to free myself a dozen times, I just laid there naked, bound, gagged, publicly humiliated and unable to do anything for the whole weekend. I never thought something like this would ever happen to me.
After two days of strenuous struggling, anxiety and exhaustion, the storage room’s door opened. I saw Vanessa and a bunch of her female friends laughing at me. They soon untied me while Vanessa reminded me of what will happen if I tell the teachers what happened after I was stripped nude. I dressed myself, left the gym without saying a word while avoiding eye contact and hurried to a bathroom and started weeping like a little girl. I never told anyone what happened, but everyone already knew. Apparently Vanessa did not share photos of me hogtied to the whole school but only to her close friends, possibly to avoid the risk of the photos getting to the teachers. The official story was that I got drunk and undressed by my own hands. Nevertheless, the students knew and talked about what really happened, but there was no solid proof so everything about the bondage part was formally considered a rumor except by those who personally saw the photos, and therefore Vanessa could not get punished by the school. From that day I never dared to stand up to Vanessa or her friends ever again, as I obediently yielded to every request and command she or her friends gave me in fear of experiencing the same ordeal once again.
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