Stephanie always knew that she wasn’t cut out to be one of the ‘cool girls’. At school, her mixed race heritage - her mother was English, while her father was Japanese - meant that she looked exotic and different, two things you didn’t want to be when growing up. Her nickname had been Polly Pocket because she was so tiny and, even now, at eighteen, she was only 5’3”. It had led to her being scorned, shunned and bullied at school, and things had not improved much since then. There was definitely a Cool Gang, and she was most assuredly not part of it.

She had hoped that it would be different in the grown-up world of higher education, surrounded by bright, intelligent, empathetic students with a tolerant and inclusive mindset. She was swiftly disabused of that fantasy.

“Aw, she’s like a little china doll!” one of the other new arrivals, Roxanne, laughed in her face on the first day at university. It quickly became clear that this girl was to be the Queen Bee of the in-crowd of their year. She was tall, blonde, had big boobs and long legs, and her sassy attitude attracted the girls and boys in equal measure. She was popular from day one and was soon ruling over a simpering coterie of slavish devotees.

Stephanie, meanwhile, was cast into the outer darkness of The Untouchables, as one of the students that no one wanted to date, or even befriend. She was actually quite attractive, but too small, too introverted and too intelligent for any of the boys to be interested in.

Except…

She was completely taken by surprise when, one day a couple of months into her first term, Cameron Wilson stopped her in the hall and engaged her in conversation. She took in virtually nothing of what he said, so shocked was she. Cameron was uber-cool and sexy, and had half the girls in the University drooling over him, desperate to get him into their pants. Stephanie couldn’t believe that he was actually chatting her up - despite her lack of previous experience of such things, she realised that one of the hot, hunky guys was actually interested in her!

He made it quite plain what a wonderful honour he was doing her by condescending to come on to her. To maintain his image, he told her, this had to be their little secret - he emphasised that, if she breathed a word to anyone of him even giving her the time of day, he would flatly deny it, and no one was going to believe he would stoop to spending time with a loser like her.

She felt hurt and humiliated by his words, but she knew it was true - if she wanted to date him, she couldn’t tell anyone. But it was a sacrifice she was willing to make, because she very much wanted to date him. She had very few friends, and hadn’t had a date in years, not since a disastrous and excruciatingly embarrassing attempt when she was sweet sixteen at school.

They arranged to meet at a quiet country pub, well away from the University campus and prying eyes. Stephanie had to take a bus and walk the remaining half a mile before she arrived, nervously smoothing down the dress she was wearing, the smartest one she owned.

Gathering up her courage, she entered the smoky atmosphere of the pub. Glancing around, she spotted Cameron standing at the bar with a pint of beer in front of him, and shyly went over. When he turned and looked at her, she was alarmed to see an expression of disgust spread over his face.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he hissed. “You look like you came straight from Sunday school. We’d better get out of here before someone decides I’m a paedophile!” He downed his drink, grabbed her arm, and hustled her back out into the night.

Without a word, he pulled her along as he headed for the car park. He pushed her into the passenger seat of his car, before getting in and driving away.

“Where are we going?” Stephanie asked nervously as they sped along the tight country roads. Cameron made no response, and they drove on in silence.

After a few minutes, he pulled into a layby on the dark, narrow road and switched off the engine.

“Get out,” he barked, while opening his door and getting out himself. Unsure what was going on, Stephanie got out and went round to the back of the car, where Cameron had opened the boot.

“Take that ridiculous dress off,” he ordered with a peremptory tone.

“What?!” Stephanie exclaimed in astonishment. “What are you talking about?!”

“I’m going to have sex with you, you stupid bitch,” Cameron sneered, “now take off the dress, or I’ll rip it off you!” The diminutive girl cowered in fright as he loomed over her threateningly and, feeling there was no alternative, reached behind her and unzipped the dress.

She slowly peeled the garment from her upper body, slid it down her legs, and stepped out of it, finally clutching it against her chest protectively.

“Put it in the boot,” Cameron ordered. Eventually, she relinquished the dress and placed it in the back of the car.

“Now take off the underwear,” he commanded.

“What?! No!” Stephanie squealed. “I don’t want to do this! Please, Cameron!”

“Fine,” he replied nonchalantly, “make your own way back to campus then.” He slammed the boot shut and walked round to the driver’s door, opening it as if to get in.

“No, wait!” she urged. “You can’t leave me here, I don’t even know where we are!” He closed the door, came back and opened the boot again.

“You know what to do then, don’t you, slut?” he growled menacingly, a wicked smile on his face. Stephanie knew that her resistance was useless, she had allowed herself to be put in an impossible situation. Reluctantly, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, carefully removing it without exposing her naked breasts to him, instead covering them with one protective arm. At his indication, she dropped the item of clothing into the yawning maw which had swallowed her dress.

She looked pleadingly at Cameron, but he just stared at her impatiently, waiting for her to continue. He watched her with amusement as she tried to pull down her knickers with one hand without showing him what she was revealing. Eventually, she stepped out of them and they followed her other clothes into the abyss.

“You might as well take off your shoes as well,” he said, pointing out her last remaining items of dress. Miserably, she took them off and tossed them in the back of the car. Cameron took something out of the boot then slammed it shut. Stephanie felt awful about the loss of her clothes, but suddenly it wasn’t the most pressing thing on her mind. She saw that, in his hand, he was holding a skein of rope.

“Give me your hands,” he barked, unravelling the rope.

“Please, Cameron, you don’t have to do this,” she begged, “if you want to have sex with me, I’ll… cooperate. You don’t need the rope!”

“I like to tie girls up when I fuck them,” he snarled, “now put out your hands!” Defeated once more, she did as he ordered. He stepped forward and wrapped the rope around her wrists tightly, before cinching it and tying it off. He now used the rope to drag her forward, away from the car and into the surrounding trees.

After she had stumbled through the undergrowth for a few hundred yards, stepping on unseen branches and stones which dug into her bare feet, Stephanie came to a halt and could only watch as Cameron threw the free end of the rope around her wrists over the sturdy branch above her. Moments later, her arms were dragged above her head and she was stretched until her heels left the ground and she was balanced on the balls of her feet. She watched helplessly as he tied the now taut rope around the trunk of the tree.

“This is how I like my women,” Cameron said as he roughly groped her breasts, “naked, available, and tied up so they can’t give me any shit.” He unfastened his trousers and took out his rampant erection, then grabbed Stephanie by the thighs and lifted her up off her feet, lowering her on to his eager shaft.

Stephanie cried out as he entered her with force. She was a virgin and had fantasised about this moment for years, the moment when she would give up her greatest possession to the boy of her dreams. But never in her darkest nightmares had she ever thought it would happen in such horrible circumstances: in the woods, naked, bound and, effectively, being raped.

For her, there was no enjoyment, only pain. Pain from the rope biting into her wrists; from her elbows and shoulders as her arms had to carry her whole body weight; and, most distressingly, from the cruel pounding of her most sensitive and hitherto unused orifice.

Tears ran down her face as he thrust into her without a moment’s thought for the anguish he was causing, focused solely on his own pleasure. She prayed for it to end quickly, but it seemed to go on forever until finally, with an animal grunt, he came inside her. His base desires satisfied, he dropped her and turned away, straightening his clothing, before turning to face her again, with smart phone in hand. As she hung limply from the rope, her shaking legs unable to take her weight, he coolly snapped away, recording the triumph photographically for later enjoyment.

“You look amazing like that, Steph,” Cameron smiled, “in class, you’re so prissy and boring, no one would give you a second glance, but now, naked, hanging by your wrists, cum dripping from your cunt, I could watch you all night. Maybe I should just leave you like that and come back in the morning…” Stephanie raised her head from her chest and watched in horror as he walked away.

“Cameron? Cameron, don’t leave me here!” she called after him. “Cameron, for God’s sake! It’s cold, and dark. I’m scared and freezing! Cameron? CAMERON!” The last was a desperate cry for mercy, but she could do nothing except watch as he disappeared into the night and the trees.

She frantically pulled at the rope holding her, hoping that it might have loosened, either around her wrists or around the tree trunk. But all she achieved was to chafe the skin on her wrists, pulling the rope even tighter. Panic overtook her as she faced the prospect of being trapped there all night.

It was only when she eventually gave up her useless struggles that she realised just how cold she was. It was a still night, and the cloud cover held in the heat of the day, but it was still a late November night, and she was naked, unprotected against the growing chill. She started to shiver uncontrollably, and believed that she would surely die of hypothermia before morning.

It felt like she had been there for hours, and it was just starting to rain, when she saw a light moving through the trees towards her.

“Cameron? Is that you?” she shouted desperately. She realised that the light was coming from a torch carried by the shadowy figure walking towards her. As the person approached, the beam of light was lowered, and she recognised who was now standing in front of her.

“Roxanne? What are you doing here?” she asked in confusion. “What’s going on? Where’s Cameron?”

“Don’t worry about him,” the tall blonde said, “he’s done his job. I told him to get you here, all ready for me, and here you are. What a lovely sight!”

“What are you talking about?” Stephanie demanded. “Are you saying that you’re the reason why I’m here, like this?”

“Guilty as charged,” Roxanne replied with a grin.

“But why?” the naked girl asked, her voice quavering with emotion. “Why would you have him do this to me? Why do you hate me so?!”

“Actually, it’s the exact opposite, Stephanie,” Roxanne explained, still smiling, “I did this because I really like you. It’s just that I’m into playing with little girls like you, and I love bondage - or, at least, other people in bondage. I have great plans for you. But enough of that, let’s get you down from there and warmed up.” The freezing girl didn’t understand what the other was talking about, but the thought of getting out of the cold and rain was all that she really took in.

As Roxanne released the rope, Stephanie’s legs buckled as they took her weight, and she cried out in pain as her arms moved from the intense stress position in which they had been held for so long. Roxanne massaged the poor girl’s aching biceps and forearms until the pain receded but then, to Stephanie’s dismay, pulled the rope between the girl’s thighs and up between her buttocks, before wrapping it around her, pinning her hands to the front of her thighs and her arms to the sides of her body.

“What are you doing?” cried the naked girl as she struggled fruitlessly to free herself. “Please, Roxanne, untie me!”

“Sorry, honey, not going to happen,” Roxanne said firmly, tying off the rope and using it as a lead to drag her victim through the woods.

When they emerged from under the trees, Stephanie realised how much the weather had deteriorated, as the strong wind drove the rain against her face and body like sharp needles of ice. They reached Roxanne’s car and, when the door had been opened for her, she quickly shuffled herself into the passenger seat. She was grateful when Roxanne started the engine and turned the heater to maximum.

“Here, this will keep you a bit warmer,” Roxanne said as she draped a blanket over Stephanie’s naked body, before fastening the seatbelt over the top.

“What are you doing?” Stephanie asked, her teeth chattering as she began to thaw out. “Aren’t you going to untie me and give me my clothes?”

“Mm, not yet, no.”

“Oh please, Roxanne, let me go,” Stephanie begged, “haven’t I suffered enough?!”

“I’ll decide what happens to you from now on,” Roxanne snapped, “now stop whining, or I’ll have to gag you.” Having finally made the other lapse into a stunned silence, she drove off. Nothing further was said during the journey until they had parked on campus.

“Okay, we just need to get to my block,” Roxanne said blithely, turning off the engine and lights. Stephanie looked around in astonishment. It was dark, raining hard, and the clock read 2:15 AM, so the place was deserted. But, still…

“You’re not seriously going to make me walk around campus like this, are you?!” Stephanie wailed. Roxanne had come around to her side of the car and was unfastening the seatbelt.

“Oh yes, I am!” Roxanne grinned. “It’s an adventure! Just imagine if we met one of the lecturers! How thrilling would that be?!”

“You can’t be serious!” Stephanie cried in horror. “This is insane! I-I won’t let you do this to me!”

“Oh dear, you leave me no choice, then.” As she said this, Roxanne took the ballgag from her coat pocket and, despite Stephanie’s desperate struggles, strapped it tight into her mouth. She whipped off the blanket and dragged the naked girl out of the car.

The rain was now pounding down, and Stephanie was quickly drenched, her hair plastered against her head, rain dripping from her nose and running down her body. She should have been shivering with cold, but the adrenaline prompted by fear of being discovered was coursing through her veins. At first, she fought against being pulled away from the car but, when she realised that it was no longer a safe haven, and her only hope of making this nightmare end was to reach the residential block where Roxanne had a room, she trotted along beside her tormentor, using body language to urge her to move faster.

Frustratingly, Roxanne, protected from the miserable weather by the heavy coat she was wearing and seemingly quite sanguine about the possibility of them being seen, walked at an almost leisurely pace along the wet stone paths through the deserted campus. She kept the naked, bound girl on a short rein, tugging her back if she got too far ahead in her anxiety to get undercover and out of sight. Roxanne took great enjoyment from the other’s obvious distress, and drank in the sight of her wet body, particularly her breasts and thighs, glistening in the light shed by the lamps at either side of the walkway.

Suddenly, Stephanie’s heart skipped a beat when she saw, appearing around a corner in the distance, two people walking towards them. She immediately began to panic, moaning incoherently around the gag and trying to run in the opposite direction to the approaching danger, but finding herself restrained at the end of her rope leash.

Roxanne spotted the couple at the same time as Stephanie, but allowed the poor girl to become frantic just for her own amusement, pulling harshly on the tether to keep her under control. After only a brief delay, she led her desperate prisoner across the wet grass and through a line of bushes, relishing her cries and yelps as the bare branches scraped across her wet skin.

They now headed directly for the residential block, across flowerbeds and wasteground, Stephanie ignoring the dirt clinging to her feet and legs, Roxanne seeking to cause her plaything as much discomfort as possible.

At last, to Stephanie’s immense relief, they reached their destination and stumbled into the warmth and relative safety of the building providing student accommodation. Roxanne, of course, knew that their chances of being seen were actually much higher in this fully populated block, surrounded as they were by rooms containing - hopefully sleeping - undergraduates. As they made their way quietly down the corridors, Stephanie quickly began to become stressed again by the ever-present possibility of discovery.

They made it to Roxanne’s room without incident, although the sounds of voices or music from the rooms that they passed had both of their hearts racing. Stephanie let out a huge sigh of relief when they were finally inside and Roxanne locked the door behind them.

“Let’s get you dried and warmed up,” Roxanne said, leading Stephanie into the ensuite bathroom. She took a large, fluffy bath towel and wrapped it around the wet girl, rubbing her all over through it to dry her. Stephanie appreciated this small act of kindness, although she noted that there seemed to be a preponderance of attention on her breasts and buttocks, the rubbing verging on groping through the towel. Eventually, Roxanne moved on to drying the other girl’s hair and face.

“There, that’s better,” Roxanne smiled after putting the towel aside and examining Stephanie in great detail. “Now, you must be tired after all this excitement tonight. Let’s put you to bed.”

Stephanie couldn’t believe that there had been no move to untie her or remove the gag but, as she was steered back into the main room, an even greater shock hit her. Roxanne led her to the side of the single bed and there, to her astonishment, she saw a large animal cage made of sturdy wire mesh, the door wide open and, inside, a thin mattress and blanket. She turned to stare at Roxanne in mute horror.

“This is where you sleep, pet,” Roxanne said with an encouraging smile, “in you get.” She put her hand against the other girl’s back and gently but firmly pushed her towards the cage.

“Nnnnnn!” Stephanie squealed into the gag as she frantically shook her head and tried to break free. “Oo ca’t do dish to nee! P’eash, u’tie nee! ‘et nee go!”

At this show of defiance, Roxanne’s face darkened with fury, and she picked up what Stephanie recognised from childhood riding lessons as a crop, brandishing it above her head before whipping it down across the cowering girl’s buttocks. Stephanie had never imagined that a riding crop could be used to deliver a blow so hard to a horse, never mind a person. She screamed into the gag as a line of pain erupted across her behind, and she looked up to see that the vicious weapon was raised for a second strike. This one landed across the back of her thighs, making her howl in agony once more.

Cowed by violence of the unexpected assault, Stephanie allowed herself to be bundled into the cage, sprawling on the mattress as she fell into the small space. She felt her legs being forced into the cage, and she squirmed around to see Roxanne close the door behind her, clicking shut a padlock on the wire bracket. She was locked in.

“Now settle down, pet,” Roxanne cooed through the bars, her sudden temper having abated, “get some sleep. I’m sure this is all very confusing for you, but I’ll explain everything in the morning. Good night, sweet dreams!” With that, she covered the cage with a sheet, as if it were a birdcage. Which, she thought wryly, is exactly what it is.

In the sudden darkness, Stephanie continued to stare blindly out, not comprehending what had just happened to her. It seemed that Cameron had just been a pawn in some diabolical game devised by Roxanne. But what kind of a game, she wondered fearfully. So far, it had brought her pain and discomfort. She had been cruelly mistreated. As for what it all meant and where it might lead in the future, she could only wait in trepidation to find out in the morning.