Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage.
Synopsis: A college student endures a sleep study being run by her apartment roommate.
This is a continuation of the story from Sleep Tight (1 of 2)
Day 53
Stacy wrecked everything! I am so mad at her!
When I went to untie Nina from her bed this morning, she wasn’t how I left her. The ropes, ballgag and sleep mask were all still on her, but with one unplanned addition: Stacy’s panties were stretched across Nina's face.
They must have been the pair Stacy was wearing during her big night out partying. Nina refused to confirm it, but I’m pretty sure. Even though it was hours later by the time I removed them, they still smelled really bad.
Is it weird to say the idea of Nina being stuck like that all night is actually kind of hot?
Anyway, that wasn’t the real problem. Stacy tampered with the audio equipment and somehow deleted all the stored recordings of Nina’s snoring. A fortnight’s work, down the drain! I really ought to back up the data more often. The mic landed still pointing at the bed, so it recorded last night at least. The panty filter probably tainted conditions and ruined that reading too though.
The study had been progressing so well. I was going to try combining the big new ballgag with the soft padded cuffs next, but looks like we’ll have to redo the last round of strict rope ties instead. Elbow tie, hogtie, chest harness, etc. What a setback.
Day 53 (entry 2)
New development! I’ve reviewed last night’s recording and I am no longer mad at Stacy.
The beginning of the audio is just a lot of angry yelling and struggling from Nina. Over an hour of it. She seems to hate dirty panties as much as she hates dirty socks, maybe even more. But once she finally fell asleep it was a different story. The overall composite score dropped 12 points, the biggest single-night reduction ever!
The panties helped somehow. I can only make guesses as to why. Maybe something about the softness, the dampness, or even the particular smell helped settle her subconscious mind. Whatever the reason, I’ll need to test it again to confirm it wasn’t just a fluke.
Unfortunately Stacy’s pair have lost their potency. I’ll have to recreate the conditions myself as best I can. Knowing Stacy, it would have been a long vigorous night of dancing and boys. Which means:
Step 1: I’m re-wearing my panties from yesterday and gearing up right now for a 10k run. It’s been a while since I got some proper exercise in. This is going to be tiring, but hey it'll do me some good!
Step 2: I can’t snap my fingers and summon a paramour into my bed like Stacy can. But that’s alright. I have a substitute toy ready ;) I’ll enjoy a nice personal session in the panties just before I tuck Nina in.
Thank god it was Saturday.
After spending last night enduring the horror of Stacy’s surprise visit and the dirty-pantyhood aftermath, I was desperate to blow off some steam. Weekends had become a breath of fresh air (quite literally in this case) since they were the only nights I had free for myself, with the sleep study taking up every weekday evening.
Stacy did manage to drop one pearl of wisdom during her tipsy rambling. It had been quite some time since I’d gotten some action. Having so few nights available did not help matters. Tonight I aimed to remedy that problem.
The students’ union was throwing a massive end of semester party, promising food, drinks, live music, and various other entertainment. I had plans to attend it with friends, including a few cute boys from my classes that I had my eyes on. I spent most of the day shopping, preparing, and getting all dolled up, very much looking forward to a fun night of letting loose.
Cleo appeared in my bedroom doorway.
“Hey Nina! Oh. You look nice. Were you heading out?”
“Yes Cleo, yes I am. Right now in fact. Could you move please?”
“Sorry to break it to you, but there’s been a change of plans.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“We’ll be running the study again tonight.”
“W... what? NO!”
Cleo blinked in surprise.
“Beg pardon?”
“No Cleo not tonight! I want to go to the Winter Bash. It’s the biggest party of the year. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks. Besides, it’s Saturday! The weekend’s supposed to be for me. The contract was only for weekdays.”
“Actually no, the contract doesn’t specify which days. The problem is our dear friend Stacy messed up the data last night and we lost 2 weeks because of it. So now we have to play catchup. We’ll be extending the study into weekends for the next 5 weeks.”
“Wh... bu... but that wasn’t my fault!”
“No it wasn’t. But that doesn’t really matter, does it? We still have a problem to fix. So change out of that pretty dress and let’s get you into bed.”
“This isn’t fair!”
Cleo’s expression steeled.
“Do we need to have this conversation again Nina?”
“N-n-no it’s all good! I... I’ll change...”
“Good~. See you in a few minutes.”
Cleo left the room. All my plans, hopes and high spirits laid shattered in ruins.
I was slow to accept the reality of my new circumstances and get moving. Which was why I was only partly through undressing when Cleo marched back into the room, sleep gear in hand.
“Gyahh! I’m not ready! Get out!”
“Ooh la la, nice undies. Who were those for~?”
“N... None of your business! Can you leave so I can change out of them?”
“No no, keep them on. Since your readings generally improve when your body temperature is cooler, those could work even better than the nightie.”
“I don’t want to sleep in this!”
“You could strip out of them entirely and sleep naked if you prefer. I won’t complain~”
“F... fine I’ll keep them on.”
I felt so self-conscious standing in front of a fully-dressed Cleo, while all I wore was partly-transparent lacy black bra and panties. With a heavy heart I laid down on the bed, reluctantly accepting my fate to endure a sixth consecutive night tied up, in seductive underwear I had other plans for.
Ten minutes later, I was face-down on the bed, roped up into an uncomfortably tight hogtie/frogtie combination. My legs were folded with ankles bound to thighs, and a rope around each knee lashing it to the footboard. My wrists were tied together and three-way knot connected them to both ankles.
“Wait wait Cleo, what if Stacy comes back in again? I’m serious, please don't let that happen. I don’t know if I can handle another awful night like that.”
“Don’t worry, I had a good chat with her about boundaries. She won't be a problem.”
A simple chat being my only safeguard wasn’t very reassuring.
“But what if she does anyway? She could come home again after drinking all horned up and want to... to... Huh? C-Cleo? Why do you have that?”
A white cloth bundle appeared in front of my face, held in Cleo’s hand. But the bulk of it was comprised of two sports socks. They weren’t mine, so they had to be hers.
“Well Nina, you were rather argumentative when I told you the new weekend plan. So it's a sock gag punishment tonight.”
Cleo very slowly moved her hand in.
“Wait no please! I didn’t mean anything by all that, really I didn’t. Y-You just caught me off guard. Don't Cleo please please don’t! I’ve been really good lately. I promise I’ll never ever complain again. Just don’t gag me witMmmgh! Mmmmghhhh!!”
I’d been trying hard recently to follow all Cleo's rules without protesting. Especially since she’d started keeping an unwashed multi-day pair set aside at all times, ready to put me in my place when needed.
The familiar salty tang was stronger than ever in this pair. When Cleo reached the usual step of shoving to fit it inside, the squeezed socks squirted bitter liquid onto my tongue, making me gag and cough. They were totally soaked through. How were they this bad? Had Cleo run a marathon in these or something?
While I was distracted by the unusually repulsive gag, Cleo placed the sleep hood down onto me. Or at least, that’s what I thought it was at first. It was a soft, slim, damp layer of cloth, with a strong fragrance coming off it. It was... it was...
“Mmmph? Mmmmmhhh!”
It was a warm pair of panties. The crotch spot rested right over my nose, the smell seeping into my nostrils, getting stronger by the second. Cleo tugged it over the top of my head, stretching it tight against my face.
“Nnnnnnh! MMMMMMMHHH!”
I yelled and started thrashing. Cleo quickly slipped the actual sleep hood down over my head, rapidly tugging the integrated straps closed, very practiced at the whole procedure by now. The tightening rubber hood squeezed in on my head, pulling the dirty panties in closer with them.
The moist cotton fabric pressed closely against my forehead, nose and mouth, following the contours of my face. The only sign of the panties’ presence from the outside was a vertical red strip with frills visible through the face opening, pulled taut against my nose.
“MmmMMggghhHH!!”
Not this! Not again! I bucked and strained and moaned. These panties were wetter, stank worse and clung even closer to my face than Stacy’s pair did last night.
“Sorry Nina but this is necessary. Stacy's surprise contribution created some really positive results. So we’ll be exploring the effect of panties under the mask for the foreseeable future. You’ll get used to it I’m sure, just like you did with everything else."
“Mmmmphh!!!!”
“Ok then, we’re all set here. You know, you made that bash thing actually sound really fun. I think I’m gonna go check it out for a while.”
“Whhmmh?!!”
That’s not fair! I was the one who really wanted to go. You can’t leave me stuck here while you get to enjoy it!
My head tossed about furiously. Cleo's attempt at the traditional headpat only managed a slight tap. She sighed and left me alone, still thrashing in my bed bound in sexy black lingerie. I no longer cared if Stacy came in again. The worst-case scenario was already happening to me.
The ropes held firm against my intense struggling. Cleo had tied them particularly tight, probably anticipating my reaction. The panties would stay in place blocking my nose, no matter how badly I wanted otherwise. Not just tonight either, but from now on.
The remaining months of this study were going to be hellish. How many more days would I have to suffer such torturous bondage, gags and hoods? Even one day was a soul-crushing prospect.
Day 138
I think it's safe to say the study has been a massive success! The penultimate month’s readings have been fantastic. All the refinements and experimenting were worth the effort. Especially that new gag Monica lent me which keeps Nina wonderfully quiet.
Her snore metrics are now consistently under 30% of the original starting values across the board, several averaging far lower than that. On a personal level, most of the time I can’t even hear her through the wall anymore. Dreams do come true!
My professor is delighted with the results. We’ll be publishing the initial findings over the summer. While the reported numbers are all real, I will admit I fudged some of more unorthodox details. I had to find-and-replace the words “rope” with “pressure strap” and “gag” with “insertable oral corrective device”. Even if the tools were a bit out there, the science is still sound!
Apparently some big company heard about our work and wants to talk to me. I’m curious what that’s all about. They’ll be visiting campus some time in the next few days but I don’t know exactly when yet. Exciting!
This has been such a good year!
♡♡♡
knock-knock-knock!
“Mmmph?”
I groaned into my gag. I was woken on a warm summer Saturday morning by the distant din of knocking and Cleo’s voice out in the corridor, not at my door but farther down. Her words were muffled, and I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation.
“Stacy? Are ... awake?”
...
“... an important meeting I’ve just been ... last second. It’s with ... big company and I need to present ... Stacy? Are ... even listening? Wake up!”
...
“... pay attention! I need to leave immediately or else ... no time to ... Nina ... You’ll need to release ... Stacy? Was that a yes? ... sleepyhead! All you have to do ... Don’t forget!”
Quick footsteps towards my room. A tapping on my door.
“Nina? If you’re awake in there, Stacy is going to be letting you out today. I have to leave urgently so I don’t have time. Catch you later!”
step step step ... slam!
“Mmhhh...”
The front door slammed closed. Cleo had left the apartment. I groaned wearily. Waiting for Stacy to untie me was far from ideal. She always slept in late, typically recovering from whatever festivities she’d been up to the previous night.
I tried not to let it dampen my spirits. The end of the final semester was nearing, only a few weeks to go. And with it, the end of the hated sleep study. I was counting down the days to freedom.
In the meantime, I tried to relax. My arms were folded and roped together under my back. Pillows lifted my body enough to avoid putting too much pressure on them. It also pushed my chest up, making my breasts protrude, wearing the usual sexy black bra.
My legs were strapped to each other and to the bed at 6 different points. The study’s exceptional progress allowed Cleo to successfully apply for new equipment. In particular an extravagant set of customisable straps that ran under, around and over my mattress, enabling my body to be strapped down in all kinds of ways. They balanced security and comfort, though Cleo still liked to complement or replace them with much less comfortable ropes most of the time.
She was also granted a better microphone, a smaller mic clipped to the top of the bedframe, a motion detector wedged under the mattress, and a monitor for air conditions. Plus a pair of finger clips based on the ones used in hospitals, to record body readings like pulse and temperature.
Cleo decided that the clips gave more accurate readings when clamped onto my nipples instead, with the pressure cranked way up. They were tucked under my bra and irritated me to no end. I complained when she first came to that conclusion. My concerns were addressed with a sock gag.
My mouth was currently plugged up by an inflatable penis gag. It was puffed up to such extreme size that many of the sleep hood’s straps were forced several notches back. Cleo still gave it her all when pulling them closed every night nonetheless.
It joined the rotation of gags after she was unable to find a bigger ballgag, quickly becoming a favourite of hers. The so-called ‘mouth training’ that allowed me to handle larger sizes had vastly improved my gag reflex. I could feel the narrower penis end that poked down my throat moving every time I moved my head or swallowed.
My face was half-smothered by Cleo’s panties as usual. I’d really hoped she’d get sick of the jogging and give it up. Instead it became her new hobby, an athletic activity to balance her other indoor-only interests, and now she got out at least 3 times a week. She’d gotten fitter and looked amazing. While I suffered the sweaty aftermath.
Her libido certainly wasn’t suffering either, based on how it smelled. There were a few evenings when she crept in late (enjoying nights out while I couldn’t!) where I could hear someone in her bedroom with her. My terrible suspicion was that she’d nabbed herself a boyfriend and that he was not only indirectly, but possibly directly contributing to the ‘fertilisation’ of the panty hood. I tried not to think about it.
The heat and humidity of the day was thick in the air. My skimpy nighttime attire finally worked to my benefit when the change of season brought warmer weather, although these days I still woke up sweaty. I looked forward to a long refreshing shower. I really wished Stacy would wake up and let me out.
At least an hour later, probably closer to two, I finally heard activity outside in the corridor. About time! Her footsteps were walking farther away rather than closer though. What? Then I heard a faint hum in the walls, and realised she was taking a shower. That’s what I was waiting for! Fine, as long as she was quick about it.
Steps going back into her room. But then walking away again? The kitchen? She must be getting a drink of water or something. She better not be having breakfast.
Dammit Stacy, I’ve been tied up all night. Prioritise better!
I stewed impatiently for a long time, listening to Stacy milling around in other rooms, before finally hearing her footfall rising in volume, approaching my door at last. I sighed heavily with relief.
step step step ... slam!
...
...
Was that... Did she just...?
That was the apartment’s front door closing.
Had Stacy left? Had she forgotten about me?
...
...
No more noise. She’d heard Cleo’s explanation and request to release me, hadn't she?
I replayed their conversation at a hyper-stressed fast-forwarded speed in my head. Didn’t Stacy say yes? Did she actually process what was being asked of her? Or was she too barely-awake to understand or remember any of it? Cleo did seem to be in a big hurry after all.
...
...
The surrounding silence seemed to answer me. She’d really gone. There was no-one else left in the apartment.
Cleo thought Stacy was going to let me out. Stacy didn't know I was still here. I had no plans to meet anyone throughout the day. No-one would notice my absence.
I was alone and stuck.
“Mmmmph? Mmmgh.... MMMMGGHHHHH!!!”
I freaked out.
I wrenched my arms side to side, until the grip of the ropes around my wrists and forearms hurt. The attached crotchrope dug in tight.
“Mmmmph!! Mmmmmhhhh!!!”
I tensed and pulled up my legs. The straps fastening them to the heavy mattress creaked with the strain, but didn’t loosen their hold.
“HHHHMMMMMPHH----kkkhhhnnk!!!!”
I yelled as loud as I could. The engorged dick in my mouth suppressed the volume to a low moan, until I was forced to stop from gagging on it.
“MMMMMM!!”
I kicked and bucked furiously. The bed frame squeaked from the rocking motion, but moved too little to offer any hope of anything possibly loosening or breaking.
“Mmmmhh... mmm...”
I was panting hard, sweatier than ever. My bra had slipped off during my struggles, leaving my breasts free and bobbing with my breaths. The nipple-gripping clamps however, miraculously stayed on. My panties had slipped halfway down and wedged up inside my buttcrack along with the crotchrope.
I was alone and truly stuck.
I could hear other students outside, gathering in the quad, enjoying the wonderful weather. Chatting, laughing, playing, cavorting. Taking advantage of one of the best days of the year.
There was nothing I could do but listen to and envy their merriment, while I remained helplessly trapped. All that freedom and leisure and relief seemed such a short distance away. The only two who could have possibly helped were totally oblivious and long gone. I couldn’t even sleep to pass the time as I normally could.
I spent the entire day brutally gagged and securely tied to my bed in the dark warm room.
Day 139
Today was the best day ever!
I absolutely nailed my presentation. I felt so confident. The company turned out to be VondTec, that huge tech conglomerate. They were really interested in the details of the study, though more about my approach to the brain manipulation than the sleep aspect. I nearly spilled the beans on all the bondage stuff more than once!
The big news is they offered me this amazing internship in their R&D department. It's all rather secretive, so I don’t know the full details yet. But the general idea is they’re exploring cutting-edge revolutionary ideas in neurology and physiology. It’s my dream job!
They might have an opening ready for me very soon. I’d have to relocate. It’s all moving so fast. This whole project has been such an adventure.
Day 140
Turns out things went a bit awry yesterday. I went out to celebrate the job offer with my labmates and didn’t get back to the apartment until very late. I found Nina still tie I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say that Nina's not talking to me or Stacy right now.
I decided to give her the last few weeks off and end the nightly readings. The study already achieved what we needed it to, well beyond expectations. Nina might be determined to stay mad at me, but I know she’s secretly glad about that.
I’d planned on throwing a party for her afterwards anyway, to thank her for everything. (And apologise for everything if I'm being honest). I’ll invite her friends, have a big meal out, go clubbing after, etc. Plus a big present(s?), though I'm not sure what she’d like. Wine? Chocolate? Gift card? She spent most of our time together gagged so I never really learned her interests.
Day 141
Rapid fire update! VT officially offered me the job but it starts the day after tomorrow. I have to pack everything and make travel plans for tomorrow and do so much. Too much. No time. AAAHHH!!
I won’t be able throw Nina’s surprise party now. I really wanted t-
Someone's calling. No time to write m___
Day 147
this explains so much. what a goldmine
Cleo is even kinkier than I thought XD
(crude drawing of a girl wearing glasses holding a whip)
I closed the apartment front door behind me and stretched, relaxing after the final cheerleading practice of the year.
The place felt different now. Cleo’s sudden departure a week ago was a mixed bag. On the one hand, I was thrilled to be able to lie down at night untethered, ungagged, unhooded, and wearing whatever I liked. On the other hand, she left so abruptly without a proper goodbye. It was oddly a little disappointing.
I startled on seeing someone already in my room as I walked in. She had shiny black hair and a shapely body in a tight sweater and skinny jeans. She was strikingly attractive.
“Hey there cutie. Am I in the wrong room? I’m your new roommate.”
“Uh... hi. I wasn’t expecting a replacement for Cleo with so little of the year left. I’m Nina.”
She smiled and shook my hand. “Monica.”
“Hi Monica. Yours is one room over.”
“Ahh right. So I see you’re on the cheerleading team. You look amazing in that uniform I have to say~”
“Oh! Th-thanks."
I neatened the pink and white two-piece outfit, tugging down the tiny skirt that tended to expose my butt and the tight top that flaunted a hint of underboob. In the face of Monica’s intimidating beauty and confidence, I became suddenly self-conscious of both my skimpy clothes and the odour of sweat in the air. I must have had a good workout because it hit harder than normal.
“W-well I’m going to take a shower. It was nice meeting you MonicAAAH!”
I had only half-turned around when Monica pounced at me. She shoved me face-first into the wall, pinning me against it with her own body.
“What are you doing? Get off!!”
Thin cords were dragged around my arms. She was tying me up with rope! No, I’d just escaped all this! If this was a show of force to assert her position as alpha or something, I was not going for it. Not this time.
I flailed my arms, but she was knew what she was doing. My freedom of movement was restricted to almost nothing by the first few loops closing. Then she moved on to more carefully chosen spots, wrapping and cinching ropes without hesitation. She was so much more skilled at this than Cleo was, even after all Cleo’s improvement. Once my arms were bound to her satisfaction, she bent down to quickly take care of my legs as well.
In very short order, coils of rope encircled my wrists, my arms above and below the elbows, my legs above and below the knees, and my ankles, pinching them all painfully together. They were tighter than anything Cleo had ever done. My cheerleader outfit had shifted in the squirming, exposing even more of my ass and boobs.
Monica spun me around to face her, shoving her body against me to reassert her pin. She was taller than me, leering down from an angle.
“You can't do this to me! You going t--Mmmh!”
She flattened her hand over my mouth, her palm and fingers gripping my cheeks firmly. In my peripheral vision, her other hand held up a small orange-backed book.
A journal.
“Recognise this? Cleo left in such a hurry that she left this behind in the lab. Lucky for me that she did. It contains so many fascinating revelations, all about her little test subject~”
“Mmmh?”
She bopped my head with Cleo’s journal then tossed it aside. While one hand kept me firmly handgagged, the other was free to stroke my hair. I was restrained well enough that she only needed her legs to keep me fully pinned.
“You see, I work in the same lab as Cleo. She was always so secretive about her big mysterious project. Even with me, and after all that gear I’ve been generously lending her! But that journal revealed everything. After reading about the fun she had with you, I can see why she kept you all for herself. I'm positively... green with envy~”
As she was speaking, Monica grabbed a green piece of fabric off the top of a dresser, and at moment she mentioned the colour, briefly removed her palm and shoved it into my agape mouth.
“Mmmmmgh!! Ghh?....Ggglkh!!”
“Heh, are the panties that bad? They’re mine. I was enjoying myself in them while reading about all your ‘experiments’, just before you got here.”
Suddenly it was like I never even had a week off at all. It all came slamming back at once. The helplessness, the ever-looming dread, an insufferable flavoured gag. The panties were soaking wet, flooding my tongue with their extract and making me grimace.
“Maybe I enjoyed myself too much~. Well that's okay. I expect they’ll be sucked clean by the time I come back for them tomorrow.”
“Thhmhhmh?”
I was going to be tied up all night? Why?! Unless... surely this couldn't be because of...
“Oh did no-one tell you? Ok so here’s the new situation. I spoke to Cleo’s supervising professor yesterday. He’s happy for her amazing new career opportunity of course, but I think he was quietly disappointed that she wasn’t continuing the study into a PhD or something. After reading all about Cleo’s naughty fun, how could I pass on such an opportunity? He was sooo pleased when I volunteered to take over. They relocated me here right away.”
“Mmmph?”
“And sure, the results have already been great so far. But there’s always room for improvement. You and I are going suppress every last decibel together Nina, whatever it takes. You’re stuck with me now~”
No, this isn’t right. Cleo said I was finished. I’m supposed to be free now. I’m supposed to be done with the study!
“MMPHH!”
Monica bit her lip with a smirk and rolled her hips, rubbing them against me, enjoying my reaction and my whimpering.
She leaned to the side, reached under the desk, and dragged out a waist-high laundry basket from under it. It was filled more than halfway up with panties of every conceivable style and colour. None of them were mine, and it was far too much to all be Monica’s. The previously-faint odour in the background of the room greatly magnified in strength. So that’s where that off-putting smell was coming from!
“So, one of the biggest differences between Cleo’s methodology and mine is quantity. She likes to start small and build her way up...”
She reached into the basket and plucked out a pair of pale-blue panties.
“... whereas I prefer to start big.”
The meaning of her words dawned on me just as she removed her palm. I tried to spit out her pair before it was too late. Her hand darted up, pushing the green pair back inside along with its new blue companion, covering up my mouth again.
“Gghllgh!”
“For instance, after she discovered that the smell of panties helps with your snoring, why did she stop with one pair? If one works a little, I bet more will work even more. And did she never even consider that taste might be more effective than smell? It’s a wonder she managed to achieve what she did. I plan on taking it much further.”
She extracted a black thong from the basket.
“Where to source the materials was a bottleneck though. I can’t exact supply all the underwear personally can I? I'm just one woman! I can only do so many personal sessions in a day.”
She rubbed the thong across my lips before slipping it into my mouth. It carried a strong taste of one such ‘personal session’.
“So earlier today I went round every apartment in the female dorm and offered to wash their panties. I told them it’s because I lost a bet. Half of them just laughed or slammed the door in my face, but lots agreed. So now we have a plentiful supply, more than we could possibly need! Meaning lots of options to find the most uhh... ‘potent’ offerings.”
She fished out an observably dirty red pair. She sniffed them then immediately pulled back, her face scrunching up.
“Oh god! Yeah there’s some really ripe ones in here. Open wide!”
“Nnnh...mmMMGHH!”
“Good girl~”
My poor mouth was almost full. Monica gave the insertions a hard poke to cram them back and make more space.
“Unfortunately I will have to really do all this laundry, to make sure we keep the supply incoming. The sacrifices we make in the pursuit of knowledge, right? You're the lucky one Nina. When you think about it, you technically don’t actually have to do anything.”
“HMMMGH!”
She shoved a pair of pink panties in against the combined stuffing already drenched in my saliva. It barely fit, partially poking out and resting over my lips.
“Now that’s what I call a gag! How does it all taste Nina?”
“Mmmkkhhh!”
My attempt at shouting back in anger came out as a choked mumble.
“Speaking of gags, I did wonder about the inflatable 7-inch penis gag Cleo asked to borrow a few weeks ago. During lunches she’d nibble on the end of a banana like it’s a choking hazard, so I didn’t see how she could handle that monster. Turns out it was for your throat all along! How have you been finding it?”
“Mmmngh!”
“You know, you’re right. Why tell me when you’ll be showing me soon enough~. Let’s pencil that one in for tomorrow night.”
Monica finally pulled away from me, stepping back to enjoy the full view of her rope-bound, panty-gagged blonde cheerleader.
“What a sight! Alrighty, we’re halfway there.”
“Hmphwhh?”
“What? You didn’t think we were going to skip the panty hood did you? I just said ‘in your mouth’ might work better. I didn’t say it would also replace ‘on your face’!”
She grabbed a handful of panties from the basket, taking a deep whiff and wafting in front of her nose with her hand.
“Whew! Yyyep there’s some nice and strong ones for you here. Cleo and her half-measures. She only ever tried a one-layered panty hood. You’re capable of so much more!”
“NNNNNHHH!!”
Monica strolled back up against me, her hips shoving into mine to knock me back against the wall. She held my chin with one hand firmly. I stared wide-eyed, panic filling every inch of my being, as she draped a grey pair of panties around my face.
“So. Nina. There’s one last important thing I need to inform you about.”
She settled the pair in place, then layered another smaller light-green one on top, surrounding and compressing the first pair.
“It’s about your contract...”
“Mmmghh?”
Monica leaned in incredibly close, staring down directly at me. Her warm breath hit my face. Her gaze was so intense that I had to look away, finding myself staring at her cleavage instead. That sight was then briefly blocked by turquoise panties. Monica lifted my head back up, and arranged the panties as she spoke.
“I talked to the department head, and convinced her to invoke the extension clause in your contract. We’re going to be continuing the study throughout the entirety of the next academic year. Isn’t that wonderful~?”
!!!!!
The entire... year...
“... Gghkk!!”
I couldn’t breathe, and as I struggled to gasp in air, choked on the ball of panties. Monica smiled down at me, stroking my cheek, reveling in my reaction.
An extension clause? Was that real? Cleo never said a thing about it! Although she wouldn't have needed to, since she was in her final year...
“It’s a done deal. You’ve already been paid for the next year and everything. Same generous rate as before.”
Monica took a half-step back and resumed her work cheerfully, grabbing a fourth pair of panties to join the hood.
“Although I believe a large portion of it was automatically deducted to cover your tuition fees. Plus accommodation fees for this dorm room, since we'll need to remain here together obviously. They counted your reservation of this room as a Priority 1 booking since it’s so early, which is an awfully expensive option. A total rip-off if you ask me, but hey, you’re the one who paid for it! I’m not sure if that leaves anything left over actually.”
“Nnnh! NH NH NHHH!!”
I shook my head wildly. I refused. I wouldn’t do even a single day more of this bondage nightmare than I’d already been locked into. Monica smirked and pressed in closer.
“Oh nooo are you not happy with that? Shall I remind you of the drawback of quitting? I think it was about Day 30 or so where Cleo explained it. You’ll have to pay back the full amount immediately, or else you’ll be expelled and have the meagre salary of whatever uneducated job you can latch onto reduced to pennies while you spent years paying off your debt. And since this is an extension not a new contract, you’ll have to pay back both this year’s and next year’s payments. Can you afford that little cheerleader?”
It felt like my heart stopped. My blood chilled.
“No? You can’t? Well then guess you have no choice Nina. You’ll have to be a good girl and do whatever I say~. For the good of the study of course! Such as...”
A fifth pair. Monica had to tug this one quite hard to make it reach around my head, with all the other pairs sitting beneath it. When she eventually succeeded, being careful not to let it snap off, she finally stepped back looking satisfied.
As I squirmed against the confining ropes and whimpered through the thickly layered panty-gag and panty-hood, Monica took the opportunity to extract an object hidden under the bed covering. She waited until I glanced back towards her, then held it up for me to see, grinning evilly.
The sleep hood.
It was back.
Nothing had ever filled me with such terror.
Monica started taking slow deliberate steps towards me, her hips swaying with sultry swagger, her malevolent smile widening. She stretched the hood open between her hands as she approached, raising it and aiming it towards my head.
My mind and body jolted into red alert. A sudden snap into movement. I almost lost balance instantly. I hopped, and every single rope answered the motion with a contracting squeeze. A turn and a second hop. Very close to falling again. On landing the third hop, I didn’t even get the chance to correct my balance as Monica grabbed my arm from behind. I’d only made it halfway to the door and she didn’t even need to increase her pace to reach and stop me.
"Now now Nina. Don’t go resisting unless you want the spanking of a lifetime. Actually on that thought, feel free to resist if you like~”
I screamed my head off as the hood came down surrounding it. Normally the hood sat loosely until the straps were adjusted. This time the many layers of panties made it an immediate snug fit, even unbuckled. If left this way, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
“Let get you all strapped up~”
“MMGH!!”
She knew all about the straps. She knew all about everything. Every single strap was located and pulled in forcefully, making the hood shrink to claustrophobic levels.
The many layers of panties squashed hard against my face, filling every last minuscule gap between them and my skin. The thickened surface over my nose choked out the air, forcing me to take deep stifled breaths. Every inhale was saturated with the thick humid scent of multiple women’s privates.
The hood's sides squeezed in against my cheeks, forcing the amalgamation of panties inside my mouth to pack together even tighter. Monica's taste engulfed the back of my throat.
My head’s prison had returned, worse than ever.
“Lovely! It’s such a good look on you. Shall we get you into bed now? I know it’s only 6 pm, but I’m too excited to wait! Besides like the journal said, we have to start early to make sure you fall asleep on-time. You’ll probably need longer tonight... and every night from now on for that matter. No staying up past your bedtime young lady!” giggle
“NNNNNH!”
Monica hooked a finger through the collar strap and walked, forcing me to hop after her towards the bed.
“mmmhhhmh...”
“Would you stop whimpering? Nngh! There we go.”
Monica finished tightening the final knot of the strict hogtie, tucking the ends away carefully. The horrendously tight wrist tie was now held only an inch away from the horrendously tight ankle tie. My back was arched enough that Monica had to stack two pillows for my head to rest on it.
“Hey, I know something that will cheer you up. I promise this will make you laugh!”
“Mmmhh?”
Monica leaned over me from behind and began draping a pair of my own dirty pantyhose around my head, across the eyes. She wound it round and round, until my vision was almost totally obscured, reduced to vague shadowy shapes through a wall of brown.
“MMmmph!!”
“And theeen... wait for it...” She placed a soft padded blindfold on me, carefully fitting it over the pantyhose and strapping it closed tightly. An actual everyday sleep mask, not a ‘mask’ like the misleadingly-named hood.
“So what do you think we call this? The pantyhose and mask both blocking your sight? Any guesses?”
“Nhh...”
“It's a double-blind study! Hah!”
“...”
“Aww come on. That was funny!”
“Nhh hh whhnh!!”
Monica shrugged and stepped back.
Wait... are you not going to remove the blindfolds? Weren't they just for a stupid joke? Don’t leave them on!
“MMMPH!!”
“Okay, we're pretty much set now. What was the last thing? Oh yeah I have to make sure the... the umm recording... uhhh... Wait. Where’s all the recording equipment?”
“Whmh?”
“Ahh. It must all be back at the lab. Oh I am so not bothered fetching all that right now. Welp... I guess we’ll just call tonight a trial-run. A getting-used-to-it kind of thing.”
..... WHAT?! There isn’t even any point to all this tonight? THEN LET ME OUT!!
“MMmmMMGGhhhHH!!”
I rocked back and forth in the unyielding hogtie.
“Still so much energy huh? You’re never going to get to sleep like that. But that does remind me of one of the new ideas I wanted to try out. No time like the present!”
Monica sprinted off to her room and returned all within 20 seconds. So she knew exactly which room was hers all along!
“Sit still a moment. While I put this right.... here!”
A hard object was shoved between my legs, the head pushing hard into my lacy black panties. Monica used one of the bed straps to secure it in position. It was a vibrator.
click!
VVVVVVVVVVVVVV!!!
“MMGGHH!!!”
“That should wear you down! Make sure you get those panties you're wearing nice and wet. They’ll be the first ones in your mouth tomorrow night. Oh wait, you’re due a cock in your mouth tomorrow aren’t you? Alright, they’ll be the first pair on your face then~”
The vibrations rippled through my strained body. My breathing sped up, sniffing in the suffocating pantyhood scent. Only faint whimpering moans could be heard through it.
“You know, I think that looking back, the day I found that journal will be remembered as one of the happiest days of my life. I am so looking forward to our time together Nina. I have many many plans for you. But for now, I say goodnight~”
She patted my head, harder than Cleo used to, and left me alone. Struggling, groaning, suffering.
Time crept by minute-by-painful-minute as I laid in darkness, occasionally wriggling against the ropes, giving up quickly as the discomfort only worsened.
My every breath was reluctant, carrying the dreadful amalgamated stink of so many other girls in the building. Girls who were no doubt sleeping soundly and peacefully at this very moment, wearing panties that I could look forward to smelling and sucking on in my near future.
I wondered how I could possibly endure even a month like this, let alone the year-long eternity that lay in wait beyond it.
The vibrator had died some time ago. I couldn’t shift away from the large damp patch on the bed that I’d created, nor remove my panties which were now dripping wet. The many forced orgasms I’d been subjected to had at least tired me out enough that somehow, against all expectations, I was beginning to slide into unconsciousness. A small but welcome mercy.
KKKHHHH!!!
A rumble shook the wall and the bed.
“!!!”
It was such a shock that I tried to sit up suddenly, causing every last rope to bite into me tighter, almost winding me.
Was that an earthquake? If the building was about to collapse someone needed to come let me out!
...hhh......hhhkKKKKHHHHH!!!
The rattling hum faded then resurged, the noise burrowing into my head, setting my nerves on edge, as if vibrating at my skull’s resonant frequency. The fragile hope of sleep was wrenched away. In this agitated state, I was as far from rest as possible.
I couldn’t leave, or cover up my ears, or drown out the sound, or escape it in any way.
My mind flashed back to months and months prior, in the early days of the first semester, before the study was even suggested, when Cleo and I spoke at the breakfast table. I could hear her voice trying to conceal her frustration, informing me that I woke her up the previous night. I never believed her.
I believed her now. But the magic-bullet miracle-study which saved her could not save me.
“M... mmhh!....”
KKKKKHHHHHH!!!
I wailed with anguish through the many tight layers encasing my head, the volume only a whisper next to the thunderous exhaling that now kept me awake. On the other side of the thin wall, my new roommate had started snoring.