Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage.
Synopsis: A broke college student signs up to a sleep study run by her apartment roommate.
I’m exhausted. Nina woke me up at 3-goddamn-AM last night with the most thunderous snoring you’ve ever heard in your life. Honest-to-god it was making my bedframe rattle. It's the third time this week it woke me like this. I don’t think I can stand it much longer. With a little luck, I soon might not have to.
As I've mentioned before, I’ve been struggling to come up with a good topic for my for my final-year research project. During last night’s many hours lying awake in bed, I had a brainwave. A way to potentially kill two birds with one stone.
This morning I spoke to my supervising professor and pitched my proposal: An experimental study of a new technique to improve sleep quality. I read a paper published a few months ago theorising that targeted compression could alleviate snoring, maybe even cure it entirely. No-one's attempted a trial based on this theory yet. Until now. He signed off on it!
Now comes the hard part. I need to convinc
“Hey Cleo. Whatcha writing?”
Cleo startled. She’d been so engrossed in whatever she was writing in her little orange-backed journal that she didn't notice me enter the room.
“Ah! Hey Nina. It's uhh… a thesis. For my final year research project.”
“Oh. I see.”
I refrained from prying further. Whenever Cleo started geeking out about her science classes, I could feel myself quickly nodding off. Which was ironic since sleep physiology was her chosen speciality. Doubly-ironic since Cleo looked sleep-deprived herself most mornings. She blamed it on my snoring, but I didn’t buy that. How could I be so bad that it woke her through the wall?
“Actually Nina, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Sure. What’s up?”
I sat down at the kitchen table across from her. The kitchen was part of the shared space of our three-bedroom college apartment. The third resident Stacy was a party animal, so most evenings it was just the two of us around.
“So you were saying the other day that you were tight on money and needed a part-time job?”
“Ugh don’t remind me. I looked at a few openings and got depressed. I am so not looking forward to losing most of my evenings and/or weekends.”
“Well about that, I have an offer that might interest you. It’s for a sleep study my lab will be doing.”
“A sleep study? Hmm I’m listening.”
“Cool! So this is the contract with the details…”
Cleo pulled out multiple pages stapled together and placed them on the table in front of me. I skimmed the first page, packed densely with terms and conditions, then balked on seeing there was another twenty pages.
“… and the great thing is that since we’re in the same apartment, I can just set everything up in your bedroom and collect the readings myself. No need to rent out a dedicated sleep study room. Which means more leeway in the budget to pay you… this.”
Cleo flipped the contract to a page in the middle and tapped a number at the bottom. My eyes bulged out of their sockets.
“That much?”
“That much. Up front. That covers the full length of the study which will run for the remainder of the year, every weeknight. Up until I finish next summer. Assuming this final project goes well and I pass the class, touch wood.”
Cleo tapped the table surface.
“And this is to watch me sleep?”
“Listen to you sleep technically, but basically yeah. While you’re wearing a specially designed sleep mask, which we’ll be making small modifications to based on the readings we get.”
“Wait wait, let me just make sure I understand. You’re offering me a job where all I need to do is sleep, something I already do every night, and you’ll pay me this for it?”
“Yep! I know the contract looks like a lot, so if you’re concerned I’m happy to walk throu-”
“Where do I sign?”
Day 1
Tonight we kick off the study for real! I’m so excited!
I’m really glad Nina agreed to it. She’s already been enjoying the fruits of her financial windfall. A bit frivolously I suspect. Though I must admit she did look stunning in her flashy new outfit last night.
I’m going to use this journal to document the study. All my expectations, thought-processes, theories, discoveries, etc. It could provide useful context later on for the data and our decision making.
I set up the audio recording equipment in Nina’s bedroom the day she signed the contract, so we’ve already got 10 nights’ worth of baseline readings. Half of which woke me up again. Dreams of scientific glory aside, I really hope this experiment works for the sake of my mental health.
I exited the bathroom, my usual ponytail undone to let my medium-length blonde hair fall to my shoulders. I was dressed down into snug-fitting pink cotton pyjamas, tugging at the bottoms which kept clinging to my butt.
I was surprised to see Cleo already waiting in my bedroom, impatiently fiddling with her short light-brown hair and her thin-rimmed glasses. She was still in her cardigan and jeans, not about to settle into bed as I was. Cleo had a slightly stockier, more rounded figure than her two skinnier roommates, with attractive curves and an understated ‘geek chic’ allure.
I sighed. “Someone’s eager.”
The room was a modest size, the same layout as the other two bedrooms. Cozy carpeting, clean modern decor, and a small window looking out onto the college campus quad. A twin-sized bed occupied one wall, and a wide desk spanned most of the opposite wall. Cleo had set up a high-end directional microphone on the desk and aimed it at the bed.
“Someone is indeed eager! For today we science! Well today I science. You’re the test subject. But a test subject for science!”
“Yes yes I get it. Go science. Is that the new sleep thing?”
“Yep. This is what I measured your head for last week, so it should be a pretty good fit. Sit down now and let’s get it on you.”
Cleo held up the black object. I was expecting the purported ‘sleep mask’ to be a blindfold, maybe with an attached chin strap at most. This thing was much more than that.
I sat atop the bed, unexpectedly a little anxious as Cleo bent over, sliding the object down around my head. She was standing intimately close, her chest inches from my face. The object luckily hid my blush as it slipped down.
It was a hood that fully covered my head except for a single opening exposing my nose, eyes and forehead. My hair was threaded through a hole near the top, returning to a ponytail hairstyle. It was a little loose in certain areas at first, until Cleo got to work pulling on the slim integrated straps and buckling them closed.
The hood shrank inwards until it formed a tight seal everywhere around my head, fitting like a glove one size too small. A thick strap at the very bottom was strapped tight around my neck, acting like a collar. Pulling the hood off would be impossible without undoing all the straps first.
The thin tough material was very slightly elastic, allowing my pinched cheeks and jaw to move a little, but having to push against strong resistance.
“How does that feel?”
“Iffs a lihhle tighd. I cand mofe my mouff vehy mufh.”
giggle “That’s good. We want your mouth to be in a fixed position, as still as possible. Over time we'll make adjustments towards whatever gives the best results. Now let’s do a few tests. Can you read this out loud for me?”
“The kwuich bwown fof jumbs ofeh the lafy dgh...”
Cleo scribbled a few notes while I read the prepared sentences, or at least tried to. Her expression conveyed discontent.
“I need to adjust something. Give me a minute here.”
She undid most of the lower straps, and peeled up the bottom half of the hood, uncovering my chin and my mouth. The folds bunched together above my nose.
“Mind opening your mouth for me?”
“Huh? What for?”
“For science, duh!”
I rolled my eyes and opened up.
“Wider. More. Good..."
“Hhhgghh?!”
Something was suddenly shoved forcefully into my mouth. A large neatly folded wad of cloth made its way in, pressing down on my tongue. I didn’t see it coming with the half-lifted hood obscuring my sight.
Cleo’s palm pressed flat against my lips, holding the cloth in. I was not at all happy about this! I grabbed her arm and tried to pull back, but she kept the pressure up. We fell down onto the mattress together, her landing on top of me.
“Ugh! Would you stop resisting? This is necessary. We need to manage your mouth from the inside as well as the outside. There was too much tongue movement before.”
“Mmmgghhmhh!”
I tried to squirm out from under her, but she was stronger than me and had the positional advantage. She readjusted the hood, putting it all back in place, batting my hands away whenever I tried to interrupt. The closing straps pulled everything tight against my mouth, chin and neck again. But this time with a large uncomfortable cloth filling out my mouth beneath it all.
I reached up towards the hood. Cleo grabbed both my wrists and pinned them against the bedsheets, leaning over me assertively. I tried to push my arms up, but she easily shoved them right back down.
“If I let you go, do you promise to leave the mask alone? If you mess it up, I’m just going to force it back on and make it even tighter.”
I glared back, breathing heavily with nostrils flaring. She just waited, keeping me held down. After an extended moment of silence, she gave her hips a quick jiggle with a smirk, forcing my pinned waist to shake with her. It helped ease the tension in the air between us.
I groaned. “...Fhhn.”
“Atta girl~”
She got up off me, allowing me to sit back up. I had to actively resist the impulse to reach for the hood again.
“So how is it? Here, read this again.”
“... Thhm khmm mmmmh mph ghmm mmhm hmm mhmm mmm.”
“Nope, didn’t catch a word of that. Which is perfect! That means it’s working as intended. Your mouth is adequately prepared. Now all you have to do is get your cute butt into bed and go to sleep!”
She patted my head, verified that the microphone was recording, and left the bedroom with a skip in her step.
I couldn’t help but tug lightly at the hood and its straps. Wearing it was a lot more bothersome than I was expecting. I was so tempted to try loosening it, but I didn’t want to risk breaking something and needing to call Cleo back in to fix it. Or letting her find out tomorrow. She would not be so cheerful then.
I laid my head down on the soft pillow and tried my best to ignore it. I stayed awake for nearly an hour, shifting about, stretching my chin, resisting the temptation to reach up and wrench everything off. Eventually, despite the obnoxious headgear, I did doze off.
Day 7
Not quite the dramatic instant results I was hoping for, but it’s got promise. The volume peaks are lower, although the overall volume average is up, and active periods are shorter but more frequent. It’s having a definite effect, just not a strictly beneficial one. For now.
More experimentation needed!
Day 23
The recent odd readings are definitely not an anomaly. They’ve been happening consistently for the last few days now. Most metrics have actually regressed back to nearly baseline levels.
I rechecked the audio and heard weird sounds at the beginnings and ends of nights aligning with these strange results. I have a hypothesis for what’s happening, but I want to be sure before acting on it.
Day 29
Hypothesis confirmed.
“So Nina, the data lately has been interesting. I’ve noticed that...”
“Cleo I don’t mean to be rude, but can we just get this over with please?”
Cleo’s academic enthusiasm had long lost its charm for me. The nightly sleep hood application quickly became a nuisance. I consoled myself with thoughts of my remaining earnings, but even that solace was rapidly dwindling, both emotionally and literally.
I stretched my mouth open wide, ready for it to be filled up, having learned that resisting just made the process worse and take longer. Cleo hesitated. That was a first.
“Before I insert the gag, I want add a new step to our routine. It’s just some stretching exercises, to relax your muscles and settle your heartrate.”
“Really? Fine, whatever.”
“Good. Can you lie down onto your back? Head on the pillow. Good. Now just follow my directions. Start by extending your right leg. Keep it held there... and relax. Now the same with the left leg...”
Cleo guided me through some simple aerobic instructions. I kept hoping it would end soon. I didn’t want our nightly ritual to be extended any longer than needed. She directed me to stretch my arm, grip the bedpost, and rotate my shoulder, while she stood near my head and watched. Then the same repeated with the other arm.
“Now hold onto both posts at the same time. Lift your head and stare down at your toes. That’s it... keep staring...”
click!
“Huh?”
I felt a pull on my left hand, from where I heard the click. I turned and saw a pair of handcuffs lined with thick pink fluff, locked around my left wrist and the bedpost.
“What the hell Cleo?!”
As I tried to reach over with my right hand, Cleo grabbed my arm and wrenched it back. I struggled against her but with only one arm free, she easily wrestled it back against the other bedpost.
click!
She snapped red fuzzy handcuffs onto my right wrist and the nearest bedpost. The bed’s headboard was a metallic rectangular frame filled in with eight evenly-spaced vertical bars. The two sets of cuffs were attached to the thickest bars at each far end, leaving both my arms spread wide and stuck.
“What is wrong with you? Take these off of me!! Nngh....Gahhhhhh!!!”
Cleo stepped back as I thrashed on the bed, kicking and yelling obscenities at her. She waited patiently until I tired myself out, lying still and panting.
“I’m disappointed in you Nina.”
“Excuse me?!!”
She held up a square white cloth, my usual mouth stuffer, and brought it closer. Close enough for me to see a tiny black ‘X’ scribbled in at the corner.
“A few nights ago, I marked this spot. I’ve been folding it carefully so that the X sits in the middle of the bundle, tucked deep inside multiple layers. But every morning after I take it out, the X appears in a different place. Sometimes even on the very outer layer. It’s not magically unfolding and refolding itself inside your mouth, is it Nina? No, you’ve been taking the stuffing out after I leave each night, and putting it back in just before the morning removal.”
Crap. Busted.
“Maybe it's just... You know what, screw it. Yes I have! So what? I’m sick of lying awake for ages with my mouth so stuffed up. You don’t know how irritating it is not being able to relax it. It just gets worse the longer it's in. I don't want to do that part anymore.”
Cleo sighed.
“Well too bad. It’s a crucial criterion for us to progress. The terms of the study, which you voluntarily agreed to Nina, means following whatever I deem necessary. You not only invalidated the data, you created misleading results. That is unacceptable.”
She meandered around the room.
“You know I've actually been going easy on you. I didn’t want to push things too far until you were acclimated and ready for it. But you set us back weeks, so now we have to make up for lost time. We’ll be ramping things up from now on, starting with the gag size. These will do for tonight.”
She stopped at my laundry basket, leaning down and extracting two white socks that I’d been wearing all day long, including hours of strenuous cheerleading practice. She bundled them and the cloth together into a ball, integrating the musty footwear into the stuffing. The usually pure white oval now had strips of off-white running through it. She approached me with this significantly larger and fouler gag.
“No no no wait. You can’t do that. Stacyyyy? Anyone? Heeelllp! Get that nasty thing away fro-nngh- No! Dhnh... mmmgh..... MMMPHH!!!”
“Shhhh. It’s just us Nina. No-one's going to hear you. You really shouldn’t have messed with my study.”
The enlarged stuffing did not slide easily into my mouth like it normally did. It got stuck halfway. Cleo had to shove it, poke in the sides, and tug my cheeks wider to gradually worm it all inside, packing my mouth to the brim. I couldn't close my lips around it, leaving the soft cloth-ball's edge bulging out. The bitter taste of the sweaty socks on my tongue was horrendous.
Cleo arranged the sleep hood on me, ignoring my distressed mewling. She pulled on the straps hard, struggling to reach their usual notches, but trying all the same. After all the straps were buckled closed, either on or one notch short of their targets, the stress of the gag greatly increased. It squeezed in so tightly that the shape of my lips and the curve of the stuffing were distinctly visible.
“Ggggmmmh!! Mmmggghh!!”
“I’m sorry Nina but you gave me no choice. Since I can’t trust you to leave everything the way I've set it up, you’re going to spend the night like this.”
“WMMH?!!”
Cleo gave the handcuffs one last check, clicking one closed a little further, then left the room solemnly. The cold absence of her usual parting headpat stung a little.
I tugged at the cuffs, rattling them furiously, trying to slip free or even break the bedposts. They were ratcheted too tightly closed and the bed frame was very sturdy. I hadn’t a hope of getting out.
I leaned my head towards one side and angled my hand towards the hood, itching to rid my mouth of the unpleasant stuffing at the very least. My fingers barely grazed the sleek surface, nowhere close to reaching the straps necessary to undo everything.
I heard faint sounds from the other side of the bedroom wall. Cleo was back in her room. If she thought I’d take this lying down...
THUNK THUNK THUNK!
I kicked the wall, slamming my sole against the surface. I wasn’t going to allow her a moment’s peace while I was left suffering. If she wanted sleep, she’d have to release me. My duvet slipped off, falling to the floor as I continued thumping away without pause.
Half a minute later, Cleo re-entered my bedroom. Victory!
“Hmhh~”
I sneered as she walked nearer. She stopped, scanned the room, and spotted something of interest in the far corner. I tried to sit up and see what she was looking at, only finding out when she strolled back to the far end of the bed.
Cleo held several long brightly-coloured ribbons, props for the cheerleading routine we’d been practicing recently. She hopped up onto the bed and sat on my legs, pinning them between hers. She grabbed one ankle and started looping ribbons around it.
“Mmmh? Hhhmmmgh!!”
My feeble attempts at kicking her off barely slowed her down. In short order each ankle had several ribbons tightly wound around it. Cleo stepped off the bed and walked past the footboard, bringing the ends of the ribbons with her.
“Mmph!!”
Shnk!
I was dragged a few inches along by the legs, stopped short when the handcuffs clanged against the bars. Cleo pulled hard on the ribbons, stretching them and my body to their limit, then tied the ribbon ends off around the metal poles of the bed’s footboard.
I was spreadeagled, my arms and legs splayed out towards the four corners of the bed, without any slack in any direction. I couldn’t kick the wall now. I could barely move at all. This was magnitudes more uncomfortable than I had been just moments ago.
“MMGHHH!!”
“Don’t get mad at me. You did this to yourself.”
I stared at Cleo in utter disbelief. I couldn’t believe she’d be this cruel to me. It had to be an empty threat.
But then she left my view, leaving the room, closing the door behind her. She didn’t bother to take the duvet up off the floor and lay it back over me, leaving my taut pyjama-clad body uncovered and trembling from the strain of the bonds.
“Cmhh? WHHH! NMMM! CHHHHH!”
I waited for her to return again, occasionally yelling through the gargantuan gag, hoping she could still hear me through the wall.
She'd made her point. I'd behave. I’d be quiet. I’d accept the old cloth gag. Welcome it, even. Anything but this. Anything but spending the whole night cuffed, stretched and sucking on dirty socks...
It was too late. She wasn’t coming back. My final chance to co-operate had already passed.
I shook and wailed, managing very little movement and very little sound. My pyjama bottoms had ridden up deep between my buttcheeks, and my nose itched like crazy. Both were terribly frustrating, but I couldn’t do anything about either. I could do nothing at all but lie still, sucking on the disgusting gag, praying that sleep would find me soon.
I woke very early the next morning, reminded of the previous night’s events upon swallowing down stale sock tasting drool. I tugged lightly on the cuffs and the ribbons. Still no give. I was achingly impatient for Cleo to wake up and release me, but I would have to wait, silent and helpless.
It was hours before my door finally opened. By then I had made a decision.
I stayed quiet as Cleo untied my legs, unbuckled the sleep hood, slowly extracted the completely soaked cloth and dirty socks from my mouth, and with some trepidation, unlocked the two sets of handcuffs.
I rubbed my stiff wrists, ankles and jaw in silence. The flavour of sock sweat lingered heavily at the back of my throat. A minute of awkward silence passed before I finally spoke.
“I quit.”
“Huh?”
“I quit. I resign. I’m done. I’m out. No more stupid sleep study. I’m not doing it anymore.”
“Well... I wouldn’t recommend that.”
“I don’t care what you think Cleo! Or about your grand pursuit of science. You can fail your course for all I care!”
I knew I was being harsh, but after everything she'd done to me, I felt vindicated.
“No that’s not what I meant. The contract mandates that if you quit the study before its completion for any reason, you’re obligated to reimburse the faculty.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you have to pay back all the money we gave you. Every penny.”
“Every...? B-but I don’t have that much any more! I’ve already spent well over half of it.”
“Yeesh already? Well, doesn’t matter. The department will demand the full amount.”
“I can’t afford that! I... I still quit. I’ll give them whatever I have left. The rest is their problem.”
“Mmm not exactly. You’ll still be liable. They’re entitled to garnish your wages wherever you end up working until the debt is fully settled. You thought a regular job was going to be hard before? Try the same but only taking home a fraction of your salary. It’s all spelled out in the contract you signed.”
My chest tightened. My throat became even more dry.
“No they can’t do that... I didn’t know that was part of it...”
“Oh also, fair warning. Since you'll be setting the study back to square one mid-year, and you'll be failing to pay back the full amount needed to hire a new test subject, the department head will most likely go on the warpath against you. She’s destroyed people’s careers over less. She’ll make a case against your enrolment and the college will be forced to kick you out. So no more college degree, even harder to find a good paying job, and even longer to pay off what you owe.”
A chilling fear crawled over my skin. I started to feel constrained in a rather different fashion to how I’d spent the night.
“Orrrrr there’s a much easier solution: Stick with the study. You keep your remaining money and your career prospects, and I keep my test subject. Win-win!”
“... but... I...”
“Think it over Nina. It’s a pretty easy decision if you ask me. So I’ll expect to see you later, ready for tonight~”
A smile. A headpat. Exit. Door closed.
I still couldn’t speak. Couldn’t wrap my head around how profoundly trapped I was. I felt very small.
Day 30
Nina got skittish and wanted to bail on the whole thing. I’m glad I advocated for that full-repayment clause when we were drawing up her contract. Looks like that foresight is about to pay off.
Admittedly I could be going easier on her, but we’re working towards genuine innovation here. Do we want the history books to say “Sorry this discovery could have been made years earlier, but someone felt bad for her pretty roommate”? Some things are worth a little sacrifice.
Speaking of discoveries, last night’s readings were the best yet! There were a few potentially-contributing factors, all worthy of further investigation - Restraining her limbs, removing the duvet, and much bigger gags. Nina messing with things turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I’d never have even considered all these ideas if she'd left things alone.
I’d need to keep tying her up anyway, to make sure she doesn’t interfere again. I’m lucky Monica is letting me borrow her handcuffs. I haven’t told her or anyone else in the lab the full story about the study’s unconventional methods. Best to keep the details vague for now to avoid awkward questions.
Day 31
Happy to report that Nina saw reason. She didn’t say much but let me put the cloth in and mask on without resisting. She was far less compliant however when I brought the cuffs out. I guess she assumed it was going to be a one-time thing.
It took more threats about the consequences of quitting to get her locked up again. The fear of financial ruin does the trick to keep her in line. I can’t go through that song-and-dance every night though. She needs to do what I say without objections.
You’d think after the previous night that she’d have washed those dirty socks. I didn't even include the cloth this time. Four socks, hers and mine, all bundled up together. Her rage didn’t last long once she realised that it was coming and that she couldn't stop me. She went straight to begging.
She really really seems to hate dirty socks in her mouth. It was pretty hard to listen to, but I had to act tough and ignore it. I need this study to succeed, so I need to make sure this lesson isn’t soon forgotten. Therefore I’ll be extending her sock gag punishment another two three seven days.
Nina won’t be pleased, but science is a harsh mistress. A harsh mistress with cuffs and gags!
Weeks went by, turning into months. Months of nightly torment. I came to dread every single weekday evening, but I had no choice. Every day that passed made quitting an even more painful and regrettable prospect, since it would mean all my suffering thus far had been for naught. I had to see it through... somehow.
I wriggled against tonight’s restraints. A slim hemp rope circled my waist, with a tightened crotchrope running down from it, allegedly to keep the main loop from slipping out of position. My wrists were circled by ropes that intersected the waist rope, keeping my hands firmly stuck to my sides. Any struggling directly aggravated the crotchrope, pulling it up harder against me. My feet were bound by similarly tight ropes, tied together and lashed to the footboard.
Cleo had become very skilled with her ropework, her knots and binds getting more complex and inventive over time. So much so that I wondered if someone was teaching her. The science department hadn’t started offering shibari courses had it?
She’d been experimenting with fastening me down in various arrangements. Legs together, legs spread, arms together, arms spread, arms above my head, arms by my sides, face up, face down. She mixed-and-matched options, cycling through every permutation, seeking the ones that maximised results. The worst variation by far was the first time I was laid face-down, bound arms pulled back, bound legs bent up, tied off together.
I barely slept that particular night, which was a rarity given my discovered talent to fall asleep in all manner of restricted positions. Sleep never came quickly or easily though. It usually took an insufferable hour of staring at nothing before could I doze off. The more intense the bindings, the longer it took. It meant I was never allowed to stay up or go out late, since Cleo wanted to guarantee a full 8 hours of sleep recordings every single night.
My comfortable pyjamas had been replaced with a dainty silk babydoll, barely reaching past my waist, leaving nothing below but panties and my bare legs. Cleo insisted on the change, along with leaving the duvet off, claiming that the readings were better when my body temperature was lower.
I didn’t dare to object, despite how mortifying it felt presenting myself half-naked in sultry sleepwear every evening. This was because Cleo was very quick to administer a dirty sock gag as punishment for any slight disobedience. For instance, my aggrieved ranting the morning after first being hogtied earned me a mouthful of socks later that night.
On this occasion my mouth was occupied instead by a large ballgag, the spherical shape distending the surface of the black sleep hood that squeezed against it. While I much preferred it to the plight of a sock gag, this particular ballgag was even bigger than the worst I’d endured so far. The compressing hood made it achingly tight.
“Don’t pout Nina. 2 and a half inches in diameter isn't that much bigger than 2 and a quarter. All that training working your mouth up to bigger sizes really paid off. With this size I think we’ll finally get those soft-snoring interludes below audible levels. Once we do, we'll move up to 2 and three quarters to tackle the mid-ranges.”
“Mmhhh...”
Cleo finished with her usual ritual, which had evolved and expanded over time: A final tightening of key knots, plucking at my panties to undo any wedgies, a soft kiss on the cheek, and the traditional headpat.
“Night Nina~”
While I appreciated the small acts of kindness and affection, they didn’t nearly make up for the nightmare of being her academic hostage.
I settled in for the long haul of waiting for drowsiness to take over, gnawing on the large rubber ball, trying to acclimate to the overwhelming size. At least it was Friday. The weekend couldn’t come soon enough.
SLAM!
“Mphh?”
I was on the verge of sleep when a loud bang jolted me back into consciousness.
Footsteps nearby. It took a second to realise it must be Stacy in the wood-floored corridor outside my room. She must have just come home from the big party she’d been bragging about earlier in the day. From the sounds of her clumsy movements, she’d probably indulged in a few cocktails.
That slam was the apartment’s front door. It sounded clearer than I’d have expected. I strained to turn my head and saw a vertical sliver of light. My bedroom door was ajar. Cleo had forgotten to close it behind her earlier.
Stacy stopped right outside my door. She didn’t know about our sleep experiments and I really didn’t want her to.
Just move on Stacy. Please...
She hovered right outside for a long tense time. My chest seized up with dread as the door swung inwards. Stacy was staring down at the phone in her hands as she staggered into the dark room, mumbling to herself. Her stylish red dress and dirty-blonde hair were unkempt, signs that a wild time was had.
She was a few steps from the bed when she finally looked up and noticed me in the dimness.
“What the? Nina, is that you? Why are you in my bed? Oh. Wait...” She slapped a hand to her forehead. “Wrong room! I’m such a mess.” She giggled uncontrollably.
I didn’t make a sound. I didn’t want to draw attention to my vulnerable situation.
She stumbled, grabbing onto the desk on which the recording equipment was currently running.
“Oops! Heh. What’s with all the nerdy junk? I thought this stuff was more Cleo’s thing. Is this thing on? Hellooooo! Do I have to hold here to record or something?”
To my dismay she picked up the microphone and started pressing buttons on it. Given how anal Cleo was about the sanctity of the study, she wouldn’t be pleased with someone like Stacy messing with it.
beep-beep!
A concerningly negative two tones sounded from the microphone. Stacy sighed and dropped it back onto the desk, letting the sensitive equipment clatter onto its side. Even with my current apathy for the experiment as a whole, I had to wince at that level of carelessness.
Stacy sauntered towards me, making me tense up.
“What’s that weird face thing? Why aren’t you talking to me Nina? Come on, don’t be such a loser.”
As she reached the side of the bed, she finally noticed that my arms were constrained and that my sleep hood was an even weirder object than her initial glance suggested. Why wouldn’t she just leave? I couldn't ask her to. I could only watch in fear.
“Ohhh hang on. Does this have something to do with you and Cleo creeping around all sneaky every evening? I honestly thought you two were hooking up. So are you like her lab mouse?”
Yes, now leave me alone!
“Are you like stuck? Oh my god that’s hilarious!”
She flicked my nose.
“Mmghhh!!”
“Hah you can’t even talk! You’re just totally helpless? Well well, isn’t that interesting~”
Stacy sat down on the bed, her hip bumping into mine. Her hand crept up my side.
“You know Nina, a girl as hot as you should be more careful. Letting yourself end up like this? Someone could wander right in and... take advantage~”
She grabbed my breast through the flimsy babydoll and gave it a firm squeeze.
“Mmmphhh!!”
Stacy grinned and started groping me heartily.
“Like this! Imagine if I was some sleazy horny guy. I could totally just have my way with you right here and now, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
Her hand traced the edge of my panties, grabbing the waistband and lifting it. My heart pounded. She really could do whatever she wanted to me right now. It was terrifying.
“I could call up one of the boys I was fooling around with earlier and invite him over. Tell him that you’re super into this kinky stuff. That you want him to do whatever he likes to you. That you’ll struggle and moan but it’s all part of the fun and you want to stay bound and gagged. What do you say Nina? Want me to do that?”
“NNNNNH! NNNNH!”
She cackled and released the waistband, letting it snap back down.
“Relax, I’m just messing with you. You’re so uptight. A good shag might actually do you some good.”
I grunted with frustration. I couldn’t get Stacy to understand how distressed I was by all this. The huge ballgag ensured I couldn't even come close to enunciating any words.
“If you got out a bit more, you could have some real fun y'know. Lemme show you what I mean...”
Stacy hiked up the bottom of her dress, bent over, then sat back up. In her hands was a pair of purple panties.
“Do you see? This is the kind of good time I’m talking about.”
She scooted along the bed, sitting by my chest.
“It wasn’t just one good time either. I had a lot of fun tonight~”
She leaned nearer my face, holding up her damp underwear triumphantly. I sank my head back into the pillow with disgust.
“Can you see it? Look closer Nina. Closer...”
She loomed over me, her hands drifting lower and lower, then...
She whipped them downwards, thrusting the panties down onto my face. A wet patch pressed firmly against my nose.
“MMMGHH! MMMH!!”
Her fingers flitted around my face excitedly, spreading out and tucking the panties in under the edges of the hood’s opening. She back sat up, admiring the underwear now pinned in place against my face.
“NNNMMMMH! GGGGHHHMM!”
They were dreadful. Even worse than the sock gag. The moisture rubbing off on my skin and the inescapable smell made me gag. I flung my head from side to side, puffing air out of my nostrils, in a manic attempt to dislodge the nasty covering. They were wedged in too well, not budging at all.
I pulled my hands upwards as hard as I could. If there was ever a time I needed to slip or break free, it was now. Cleo’s ties were too secure. My attempt yanked the crotchrope up harshly, drawing a guttural groan and a regrettable deep breath from me.
Stacy was not the slightest bit sympathetic or helpful. In fact she was crying from laughter, struggling to catch her breath.
“Bwaaahahahhahahhh! Hahh... hahhh.... I’m sorry I’m sorry! But you don’t know how funny you look trying to get that off your face~”
She wiped her eyes and caught her breath. Beneath the pungent material, I was not laughing along. I was staring daggers at Stacy, tears prickling the corners of my eyes.
“MmmMGGgghhhhHHggghhhhHH!”
I let loose a furious garbled tirade at Stacy. The message finally pierced through her haze. She finally realised that she had gone too far. But rather than showing any sign of remorse or sympathy, she had the gall to become offended herself.
“Jeez, can you not take a joke? I was just playing around. Fine! Since you’re in such a bad mood, I’ll leave you alone. Whatever you want Nina. I’m sure I’m just being a bitch, like always.”
She got off the bed, awkwardly tugging her dress back down.
Wait! I wasn’t yelling at you to leave. Get your panties off my face!
“MMMMPH!!”
“Yeah yeah, I’m going...”
Stacy shambled towards the door in a sulk, ignoring my frantic gagged pleading. I didn't want her to go now. Not leaving me like this.
Just take them off me before you leave! Stacy? Please! Don’t leave me like this!!
She tottered out into the corridor, finally making her way off to her own room.
My gagged wailing was useless. I burst into another round of manic head shaking, only relenting when it made me dizzy. Stacy's wet panties clung to their position on my face throughout it all.
I was nowhere close to falling asleep now. The crotchrope was buried deep between my legs. I was completely incapable of removing Stacy’s foul memento, stuck breathing in the abominable aroma of her many ‘good times’. It was going to be a particularly long and unpleasant night.