SURPRISE FOR HOLLY

BY THE ONE

[ part 2 ]

Rescue and Revenge

It had been hours since Holly had been first put in bondage. Hours since she had been imprisoned in locker A19. Hours since Heather had reluctantly left her literally in the dark and alone. And more hours than that since Holly had gone to the bathroom.

For a little while, she had fallen into a fitful, tortured sleep. Now, she was awake. Awake and in pain everywhere. Starting at the bottom: her legs burned and were getting cramped from being forced onto her tiptoes. The ropes on her knees and ankles didn’t help the situation. Her crotch hurt from holding her pee in, and her bladder felt like it was going to explode. Her wrists and waist hurt from the duct tape that held her arms to her sides; the sticky tape was pulling every tiny hair it touched, and it was really starting to pinch. Her hands were tingly from being wrapped tightly in the tape. Her breasts were on fire from being squeezed against her body. Her mouth hurt from the tape there, too, and her spit and tears were slowly soaking the string thong; the moisture creeping to the parts that were outside her mouth made it very uncomfortable when the cold, damp thong brushed her face. The un-taped part of Caitrin’s lingerie that Holly now wore on her head had fallen over her right eye, and she had long ago lost depth perception, making the locker wall in front of her seem to move in and out. Lastly, her ponytail had been mashed against her head, and her hair was therefore constantly being pulled. All in all, Holly was miserable. She had given up crying ages ago; it just made her body move, and that caused pain. She had tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but there were none. Though she was small, Holly wasn’t that small. She was still a 15-year old girl, and the locker was made for clothes and gym bags. She was very, very cramped.

And she had to pee. Badly! Oh, she thought, I’m gonna blow up! And my legs are going to break, too!

Finally, after another half-hour of misery, Holly couldn’t hold her waste in any more. She lost control, and felt warm liquid course down her legs. Ewww! She cried silently, I haven’t peed myself since I was like, three! Nevertheless, she had formed an impressive puddle in the bottom of the locker, and the acidic fluid made her skin tingle.

Oh, God, what next!? She thought desperately.

She shouldn’t have asked. As she adjusted her position, which was pointless anyway, her bare foot found a sharp edge of metal at the same time her tailbone was pressed against a bolt head. "Ow! Ow! Owowowow!" She tried to get away from the pain, but found she couldn’t. She couldn’t budge from the position she was in because the tape around her waist had become tangled in a coat hook inside the locker. She was stuck, and in real pain now. She thrashed and pulled, but that just made everything worse, plus she banged her head on the metal top.

“MMMMMMMMM!!!!” she screamed in frustration and pain. “MMMMMMM!!” Then, despairingly, a weak “mmm…” Holly broke down and sobbed again. Who knew someone could be so perverted and malicious as to do this to her? Stephanie, that’s who! And all because she, Holly, had made the rest of the team look bad. So it was her fault? Yes, it was her own fault she was here. If only I had been nicer to them! She thought desperately. But nothing could be done now. She was condemned to spend another… how many hours? … in this horrible, stinky, painful, cramped cage of a locker. Holly was glad she couldn’t see herself.

I bet I’m a mess! She thought, I feel like a mess! I feel like a whore! A dirty slut! That’s what I’d look like if anyone saw me!! Naked, taped up, and gagged with another girl’s thong taped onto my head and standing in a puddle of my own piss! Oh God! Somebody help me!!!

At that moment, she heard the lock click in the door, and it opened. The light was turned on. “Mmm-mmm?” Holly called through her gag.

Heather came around the corner.

“MMMM! Mmm-mmm mm mmm MMMmm mm-mmm!” Holly tried to form sentences, but all that came out were mmm’s.

“Shhhh!” Heather put her finger to her mouth. “I’m letting you out of there.” She picked up the key and opened the locker. She was shocked at Holly’s state, especially as her puddle dripped out onto the floor. “Oh, good Lord!” Heather gasped. She gently helped Holly step down onto the bench. As soon as her feet went flat, Holly collapsed from standing tiptoe so long. Heather grabbed her before she hit the ground, and gently lowered her onto the bench. She untied Holly’s legs, cut the tape holding her arms, and gently removed her gag, throwing Caitrin’s thong into the trash. Slowly, she helped Holly get the tape off her waist and wrists.

During all this, Holly was speechless. Now that she was free, she threw herself into Heather’s arms and cried and cried. For at least five minutes, Heather just let Holly sob. Her chest was getting wet from Holly’s tears.

“Shhhh. You’re okay, you’re okay.” Heather comforted her.

“Oh, thank you so much, Heather!” Holly cried. “Oh God that was so painful! Oh, thank you!” she returned to crying into her rescuer’s chest.

Heather just held her and stroked her hair. Then, they both remembered that Holly was completely naked.

“Oh, jeez, I should put something on!” Holly cried.

“Um, they took your clothes.”

“What?”

“Yeah. When Steph left, she took your clothes. She said she didn’t want you to have anything to put on so when you were ‘saved’ tomorrow morning, everyone there got a good chance to look at you.”

“Oh. Um, are there any towels or anything?”

Heather just stared at Holly’s body. She felt that rush returning; the feeling she had gotten when Lisa and Alice would undress in front of her, getting ready for Heather’s new training. Without thinking, she pulled her shirt off.

Holly was stunned. “Okay! Um, why’d you do that?”

Heather was suddenly embarrassed, “Uh, um…sorry?” She moved to re-dress.

“No, don’t!” Holly stopped her.

“What?”

“All that bondage really gave me a strange feeling! I can’t describe it, but it has somewhere to go when I look at you.”

Heather paused, then whispered in Holly’s ear, “Same here! It’s called horny!” She had noticed liquid seeping between Holly’s legs.

Heather quickly rose, and grabbed Holly’s hockey stick from the stack in the corner of the room.

“What are you doing?” Holly asked, eyeing the stick.

“You’ll see!” Heather replied. “Now lay back!”

“What?”

“Lay back!”

Holly did as she was told.

Heather did what the two seniors had done to her two weeks ago. She caressed Holly’s body, making sure to rub every curve. The smaller girl moaned with pleasure. Good! Heather thought. I’ll need practice for Lisa and Alice. Here it is!

While Holly’s eyes were closed, Heather wrapped one of the discarded ropes around her waist, securing her to the bench.

“Please, Heather, no! I just got free! No, pl- uhhnnn!”

Heather had shoved a rope between Holly’s lips and tightly tied it underneath the bench. Her head was secure, and there was no sticky gag. Unfortunately, she couldn't talk right either.

“No! Leeze, ‘Eather!” Holly cried through her gag.

“Shhh!” Heather whispered. She felt a strange excitement in this domination thing. She knew what it was like to be submissive; now maybe if she got good enough, Lisa and Alice would let her have a turn at being Mistress.

“It’s really fun once you get into it!” Heather continued to Holly. She picked up the hockey stick. “Now this’ll hurt a little, but it’ll pass real soon!” She parted Holly’s perfect legs and inserted the stick.

“Aaa! Ow! Ih hurts! Ih hurts! Uhh, ih hurts! Take ih ouh, leeze!”

Heather ignored her and commenced to move the stick in and out. The once-again-bound Holly cried out in pain, but soon moaned in pleasure. For ten minutes, Heather stimulated her teammate and friend with the stick, until finally…

“Uhh! Oh, God! Oh! Uhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaa!” Holly screamed as she had her first ever orgasm. Her cum flowed all over the bench, and she convulsed under Heather’s restraints.

“See? What’d I tell you?” Heather asked, “Best thing in the world!”

A little while later, the two were sitting on the bench talking. Holly was still naked, but she didn’t care. She enjoyed the free feeling.

“Hey, want to pay Steph back for this?” Heather asked.

“Oh yeah! But how?”

“Well…” Heather gave her plan…

The next morning, very early, Stephanie walked into the locker room with a set of clothes for Holly. “Good morning, my little caged cutie! How did you sleep?” As she rounded the corner, she was shocked to see A19 totally empty and open.

“What? How did you… Where are you?!” she fumed.

Holly stood in the shower stalls with a big cup that contained her cum which she and Heather had collected from the bench.

“Hey, Steph!”

Stephanie whirled around.

“Surprise!” Holly cried, and poured the entire cup of cum on Steph’s hair and face. “That was fun! We should do it again sometime!”

She snatched the clothes and slapped Steph hard on the ass. She yelped in surprise, and only then realized what was dripping down her face.

Holly bounced out of the room, laughing, leaving Steph soaked and humiliated.