She managed to turn her face to the side, her mind a confused jumble, just before someone sat on her head. She felt the person sitting on her lower back turn around, and she kicked her legs back, trying to hit him or her. The person just grabbed both her ankles and held them against his or her body, and Karen felt the bite of a cord being wrapped around her ankles.
Suddenly, the weight of the bodies was off of her, and she started thrashing and grunting madly, trying to free her hands or her legs. She couldn’t see her assailants in the dark, but sensed movement as someone punched her hard in the gut. Her nostrils flared as she gasped for breath through the gag, and they took advantage of her momentary disability by tying another cord around her legs just above the knees.
Two pair of hands then lifted her roughly and carried her across the room, dropping her into a large laundry hamper on wheels. The air rushed out of her lungs with an oomph as she landed hard against the wooden bottom of the cart on her hip and shoulder. She looked up to see the dark shapes of clothes fall over her trussed body.
She felt and heard the cart start down the hall. She wimpered through her gag; what was happening to her? What did they want from _her_?
Her parents were wealthy, but not that wealthy. And where was she being taken? Her wrists throbbed with pain as the thin cord cut off the circulation to her hands, and her legs ached for the same reason.
Her jaw was sore, unused to being pulled so far apart. She squirmed around, trying to get more comfortable, only scraping her bruised flesh against the wooden bottom of the cart, driving painful splinters into her thighs and back. She moaned and started crying, softly sobbing into her gag.
Suddenly she felt a cool breeze, and the wheels of the hamper changed from a dull rolling noise to the staccio chatter of rolling across cobblestone. She was outside, in the freezing night; even through the pile of clothes on her her flesh raised goosebumps, sending chills up and down her bound legs, and raising her nipples to sharp points of hardness. She shivered as she sobbed.
Without warning the nightmare ride was over and she sensed hands lifting the clothes off her. Lost in despair, she didn’t know how long she had been in the hamper, and she had no idea where she was now. She stopped her crying and waited fearfully for her tormenters to reveal themselves.
Before all the clothes were removed, the hamper tipped over, spilling her painfully onto a hardwood floor, blinded momentarily by the bright lights around her. Lying painfully on her side, her legs bound together and her arms tied behind her back, she blinked her large brown eyes, now swollen with tears. She turned awkwardly onto her back and peered up into the faces of her Abductors.
Karen registered shock as she saw Ingrid and Mercedes, two girls from her school, standing over her. Although both were wearing the school uniform–plaid skirt coming down just above the knee and a white blouse–they could not have been different in appearance. Ingrid was a Norwegan, her pale yellow, almost white hair cut into a short bob, matching her face, which shone with a translucent pallor.
Striking blue eyes stared out from a handsome face, a full figured woman at 18 years of age, with a hard, strong, shapely body. She was a senior at the school, and her father was a senator. Now she stood her full 5’9″ over Karen, and smiled wickedly down at her.
Standing next to her was Mercedes, her southern Italian blood showing her up even darker against the color of Ingrid. Mercedes was a slight, slip of a girl, standing only 5′ tall and weighing no more than 95 lbs, and Karen had always though she was a bit mousy, with her wavy brown hair always pulled back into a pony-tail and her small, angular yet pretty face adorned with a pair of spectacles. Now, without her spectacles, holding a 3″ double bladed knife in front of her, and grinning bizarrly, she looked frightening.
She was a Junior, and Karen remembered, crazily, that she used to follow Ingrid everywhere. As Ingrid knelt down beside her and leaned over, staring directly into her eyes, Karen felt a chill go through her body, and tried to ask “what do you want?” But all that came out was a muffled moaning.
Ingrid smiled at her, revealing two rows of perfectly white teeth, somehow frightening Karen all the more: “I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here, aren’t you, sweetie?” Ingrid smiled again as she reached down to caress Karen’s cheek, sending a shiver down her bound form. She could not move, she was petrified, a small bird caught in the icy blue stare of Ingrid’s.
Caressing the side of her face, Ingrid continued, “Well, to put is simply, you’re _ours_. Actually, you’re the seniors’. We run things around here, and we get to do whatever we like to little snotty underclassmen like you.
” She smiled again, sending more shudders down Karen’s spine, “And we’ve decided we’re going to have a little party, and you’re the entertainment.” So saying, she stopped stroking Karen’s cheek and moved her hand down to her stomach, slowly sliding her hand under Karen’s sleep-T. Ingrid’s hand felt like it burned as it lightly brushed her stomach.
She tried to shrink away, and began shivering uncontrollably. This couldn’t be happening to her. They couldn’t be this cruel.
“My poor little bird,” Ingrid crooned, “are you frightened?” Glancing down at Karen’s exposed stomach, “So firm, so beautiful..
..” Her hand moved higher, brushing gently against the underside of Karen’s breast.
“NO!” Karen screamed into her gag, and began thrashing about, trying to roll away from Ingrid’s hand. Please, Nooo!
she screamed in her mind. A sharp “smack” echoed in her ears as her head was jerked to one side and fiery pain filled the side of her head. She became instantly still as she stared up into Ingrid’s glaring countenance.
“None of that, you little bitch, or you’ll get more pain than you can handle,” Ingrid snarled. Resuming her easy posture, Ingrid turned toward Mercedes and said, “I don’t think our little Karen really understands her position here. Maybe a little caning will teach her.
” Karen froze at the word: cane her? Wasn’t it enough that they had bound her and were going to molest her? Now they were going to cane her?
She broke down, and started sobbing again through her gag. Ignoring her, Mercedes and Ingrid rolled her onto her stomach, and Karen felt the knife cut through the cord on her wrists. Pain flooded her hands as circulation returned, and she groaned as two strong hands took her wrists and put a leather cuff around each.
They roughly rolled her over and clipped the cuffs together in front of her, then dragged her to her feet. Mercedes stood by her, knife in one hand and the other helping Karen keep her balance, as Ingrid walked over to the wall and began lowering a hook and pulley contraption above Karen’s head. “Now be a good girl and put your wrists over the hook,” Ingrid said.
Meekly, keeping her eyes on Mercedes and her knife, Karen did as she was told, and fell heavily against her arms as Ingrid began pulling the hook up. Soon she was struggling to stand on the balls of her feet, straining the muscles in her calves to save putting all her weight on her arms. Ingrid came over and said, “Cut her loose.