SURPRISE FOR HOLLY

BY THE ONE

[ part 1 ]

The Catch

Holly was a small girl. She was 15, but she was shorter than most girls in her class. However, her shortness was made up for in her tight ass and nice breasts. Holly wasn’t preppy; rather she was very athletic and loved field hockey season as much as most kids love Christmas. She loved to show off her skill to everyone who would watch, and she was very popular. But, the other girls on the team were tiring of her constantly being better than them. They all agreed that something had to be done…

So, when the time came for the fall play, the other girls knew Holly had auditioned and was in the cast. That meant she would be staying after field hockey practice for play rehearsal.

That day, Holly was in a particularly good mood. She had scored several goals at practice, and had left the rest of the team looking rather bad. This raised the tension against her, but since the others knew what they were going to do, they didn’t let on that anything was wrong.

After practice in the locker room, they filed into the showers. Besides being smart, the best player on the team, and involved in the play, Holly had a great body. This was another of her features that was envied among the other girls. As she undressed, she drew secret looks from everyone else.

When she stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, one of the other girls reached out of her shower stall and slapped Holly’s naked, wet ass with a ping-pong paddle taken from the gym equipment closet. Holly yelped in pain at the sharp crack on her wet skin and whirled around, but the other girl had already retreated into her stall and had thrown the paddle away. She acted surprised when Holly appeared around the corner of her stall.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” the smaller girl shouted, her ass still stinging.

“What?” the other girl, Stephanie, asked innocently, “Taking a shower! What do you think?”

“You just slapped my butt!” Holly cried.

“You’re kidding! I’m not like that!” Steph protested.

All along the room, girls were poking there heads out of there stalls and staring at Holly, naked, shouting at Steph, who was also naked.

“Steph, you slapped my butt! I know you did!”

“Come on, Holly! Leave her alone!” someone said.

Holly turned around to face the speaker who had turned against her. “You all shut up!” she shouted, “She slapped my butt! Slapped my butt!”

Steph sighed, faking defeat, “Alright, Hol, I did. I was just having some fun with you. Sorry.”

“Hah!” Holly exclaimed, “I knew it!” Steph was reaching for a towel; Holly snatched it away. She wrapped herself in it and stomped off.

The other girls stepped out of their shower stalls and dried off.

“Ready?” Steph muttered quietly. The others nodded. “We’ll grab her as soon as Coach leaves. I have the key back to here so we’ll be able to get in.” They silently dispersed, all eyeing Holly with excited hunger. All except Heather. Yes, the same Heather who received her ‘initiation’ from Alice and Lisa two weeks ago, and by now was learning to be submissive to them. She stayed in the shadows in the back of the locker room after dressing, and tried not to be noticed. She didn’t want to really warn Holly because Heather felt the same envy toward her that the others did. But, she didn’t want to take part in doing what the team was going to do to the other girl. Even though she was being ‘trained’ by Lisa and Alice.

After about ten minutes, the hockey coach announced it was time to go. The team filed out, with Holly in the lead, and the coach locked the door. “See you tomorrow, girls!” she said cheerfully, and left, thinking the team was leaving out the other door. They weren’t. They were staring at Holly. Heather kept toward the rear of the group.

“Hey Holly,” Stephanie said.

Holly turned around. “What, you weirdo?”

“Sorry I slapped your butt. Can I make it up to you?”

Holly smiled. The two were actually friends, and Holly didn’t want to ruin that. “Sure,” she said.

“Okay team! Get her!” Steph yelled.

There was a half-second when Holly stood with a stunned look on her face. The next thing she knew, four girls were carrying her back toward the locker room, and she was crying in protest. “Let me down! What are you doing! Stop! Heather, help!” Heather looked at the floor as Holly screamed to her for help. She scuffed the floor with her shoe as her teammate was carried off by the other girls.

Steph unlocked the locker room door and Holly was pulled inside. The girls carrying her flopped her down onto the floor and held her down. Heather silently drifted in and pulled the door shut behind her.

“Hold her down! Grab her arms!” Steph shouted orders to the four girls holding little Holly down. “Move!” she cried excitedly at another girl so she could get down in Holly’s face. “Now,” she said sweetly to Holly, “We’re going to teach you not to…show off so much! You make us all look so bad! It’s time you learned your place!”

“Please! I…I won’t do it again! Please just let me go!” Holly pleaded.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Steph said. “Girls!”

The rest of the team snapped to attention.

“Just like we planned. Do it!”

Holly screamed as her teammates pulled her clothes off. There were catcalls about her body, and about her enjoying it (which she wasn’t). The poor girl was very embarrassed, but was more desperate to escape. She struggled violently.

“Don’t try it, Holly,” Steph warned, “This’ll be much easier if you just cooperate. Hold her!!” she finished as Holly almost slipped away.

“I see we have a fighter. Plan B: tie her up!”

“No! Please!” Holly cried as the team pulled ropes from a bag they had hidden in the room earlier. One girl pulled a roll of duct tape from her gym bag. They tightly tied her ankles and knees. They tried to tie a rope gag into her mouth, but it didn’t work. They then moved to tape her mouth shut.

“Wait!” Steph shouted, clearly the leader of this operation. “Anybody have a thong on?”

The question shocked both Holly and Heather, but one of the girls, Caitrin, piped up, “I do!” she pulled her jeans down a little to show her pink, lacy string thong.

“Good,” Steph said, “Do you mind putting it to use for the greater good?”

Cait, understanding what Steph was getting at, slid her jeans off and removed her thong. As she pulled her pants back up, Steph took the piece of underwear and dropped it onto Holly’s face. The captive girl squeezed her eyes and mouth shut and tried to hold her breath. Little squealing sounds could be heard drifting up from her. All the girls immensely enjoyed watching their captive squirm.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” Steph hurried them along. She bent down and pried Holly’s mouth open. She shoved the crotch of Caitrin’s thong in and forced her lips shut again. “Tape!” she yelled, holding Holly’s mouth closed as the girl struggled.

One of the team cut a piece of duct tape and passed it to Steph. She sealed Holly’s lips closed around the thong, then, with Holly less of a problem, cut more tape herself and connected a free section of the thong to the smaller girl’s neck. She pulled the remaining section of thong over Holly’s head, making sure to flip her ponytail out the area where Caitrin’s ass would have been exposed. With the thong taped to her neck and pulled behind her head, Holly could not remove it herself, no matter how she tried. “Wow, Holly, what a cute little hat!” one of the girls exclaimed, mocking her. Everyone laughed except Heather. She suddenly was ashamed of enjoying what Alice and Lisa had done to her. She was especially saddened when Holly began to cry. She sobbed through the tape and thong, and big, fat tears ran down her face.

“Awww! Don’t cry, little Holly!” Steph ‘comforted.’ She kissed Holly on each of her naked breasts, and licked her nipples a little. Holly cried even harder.

“What? What, don’t you like that?” Holly shook her head violently and still sobbed. The thong waggled on her face.

“Are you being cranky?” Steph teased. Holly thrashed around, trying to get away from the four girls who held her down.

“Do you need a time-out?”

Holly was getting a sick feeling in her stomach. She knew something bad was coming.

“Give her a time-out, girls!” Steph crowed triumphantly.

Holly’s captors pulled her up and pinned her arms to her sides. Duct tape was wrapped tight and thick around her, binding her arms down. Then, with her captive totally helpless, Stephanie whispered in her ear, “Now let’s see how little you really are.” To everyone, she cried, “To the lockers!”

Holly’s fears were confirmed. She was going to be shut in a locker. The helpless girl pleaded and cried and struggled, but with her arms and legs bound, the team easily dragged her to a tall locker. The owner, who happened to be Caitrin, pulled out her key and opened the door. Holly was shoved inside. To everyone’s surprise, she actually did fit. “Well, we were just going to scare you, but hey!” Caitrin began.

“Let’s do it!” Steph finished. They slammed the door shut. Through the slats on the locker, the team and Holly could see each other. The girls teased her and Holly watched in horror as Caitrin set the key on the bench just outside Holly’s tight (and rather smelly) cage.

“There’s the key! You can leave whenever you want!” Steph said.

“Mmmm-mmmm! MMM!” was the response.

“Hey, my thong looks good on you!” Caitrin taunted.

“Let’s go, girls.” Steph said. The team began to leave, waving tantalizing goodbyes to their imprisoned teammate, who protested loudly. “Good thing the janitor isn’t coming by here tonight, huh?” Steph asked Holly, who’s feeling of despair deepened. She wasn’t going to be rescued!?!?

“Oh well. You deserve it. And, uh, how about not mentioning this to anyone! You wouldn’t want us to be really angry with you, I don’t think.” She turned and waved good-bye. “Nighty-night! I’ll try to get here early tomorrow and let you out before school starts. I’ll tell your mom you’re staying at my house ‘cause play practice ran late.” (Steph and Holly, along with several of their friends, commonly stayed at each other’s houses without any special planning.) “Sleep well, little Holly!”

Holly called desperately after her, but soon realized it was hopeless. She began to cry again, out of some pain this time. The tight locker was squeezing her breasts and forcing her to stand on tiptoe. Suddenly, Heather appeared around the corner. Holly’s heart leapt.

“Mmm-mmm! Mmmm! Mmm-mmm-mmm!” she cried.

But Heather’s downcast eyes clearly meant that no help was coming from her. She touched the cold metal door of Holly’s prison. The girl’s quickened breaths were hot on Heather’s hand. “I’m sorry,” she said sadly, and left.

Holly was stunned. It took a moment to register with her brain that she was in fact trapped in a locker, naked except for duct tape and a thong on her head, and no help was coming any time soon. And, to make things worse, when Heather left, she turned out the lights. Holly was desperately afraid of being alone in darkness. She fought back panic as she heard the door close and lock.

All that could be heard in the darkness, had anyone been listening, was a faint and terrified whimpering coming from locker A19.