by Knebel Lieber

Originally Published in Bondage Life No. 17 July 1984

transcribed by guardian46w

Stories Codes: MF/ff, bond, reluct, roped, gagged,  kidnap, stripped,  displayed, hazing, sorority,  X

"God, those girls are driving me crazy!"

"All right… calm down and tell me about it," I said.

Julie shifted her eyes from her drink to me.  "Look, my friends and I have the best sorority on campus because we have always made sure that we select only the girls who are most mature and most attractive to be members."

"I know," I said.  "I've had the pleasure of dating more than one of your sorority sisters."

"Just listen, please.  When pledge season began this term, two of the prettiest girls on campus decided to rush our sorority.  Naturally, we were pleased to accept them.  The problem is that ever since they began pledging, they've started acting like they were silly schoolgirls again.  I don't know whether it's because they are finding the demands of college life too much for them, or whether they're just afraid to grow up.  Anyway, they've been acting just like they never left the private prep school they came from.  One of them even insists on wearing her old school uniform to college!"

"I bet she's a real eye-opener," I teased.

"It's not funny, like I said, we girls are not known only for our looks, we're supposed to be mature young women.  We've never had to ask pledges to look elsewhere for a more appropriate sorority, and to do so now would reflect badly on our initial judgement in asking them to pledge in the first place."

"So?"

"So… "  And Julie started smiling for the first time since this conversation began." …I'd like you to teach them that it would save them a lot of trouble if they would act their age and not pretend they're still a pair of silly high school girls."

"I'm listening," I said.  "Go on."

"Here's my idea.  If they could be made to believe that their insistence on acting younger than their years could get them in trouble, they might be willing to face reality and act their age."

"They're not that much older than the age you want to scare them out of," I replied.

"True, but they're not in high school any more.  I want you to do us a big favor and kidnap them, as a sorority stunt."

"Well,… wait just a minute, now.  I'm not interested in being brought up on charges.  I've helped you out when you've pulled stunts before, but the girls we tied up then, knew that it was part of their sorority initiation.  They didn't think they were being abducted.  I don't think it's a good idea."

"Now wait,… before you get up and leave," Julie insisted.  "Suppose I tell them that they should expect something like this to happen if they don't mend their ways.  In other words, when it happens it will be a surprise, but they will know it's not really for real.  Will you do it?"  She gave me a teasing smile.  "They're really cute, you'll have a great time, as well as helping us out."

"Well… okay, you talked me into it," I laughed.

Julie told me that the two girls took the train to school every day, so I decided to stalk my prey as subtly as possible by getting a look at them first.  I discovered them as it happened, without realizing at first that they were in fact the girls I was looking for.  As I was riding the train one morning at the appointed time, according to Julie, two young girls, evidently on their way to a local private school, entered the car and took a seat directly across from me.  They both wore the school uniform, which consisted of a white blouse, a pale green plaid pleated skirts, and dark-green knee socks.

The first girl had a lovely, innocent face.  One which, however, betrayed the first longings to transcend innocence, with long, blond hair, green eyes, and a startling lovely figure.  She had quite well developed breasts, a slim waist, and absolutely captivating legs.  She wore, evidently not a part of the uniform, a pair of high-heeled shoes in the 'disco' fashion such as young women consider fashionable today.  At this point I must confess, somewhat embarrassed to be sure, that I have always gotten a thrill from gazing up the skirts of girls such as the ones who were then before me.  And, I found my eyes riveted on this young thing.  Her skirt had been taken up so that when she stood it came down only to mid-thigh length, revealing what was to me the absolutely irresistible sight of youthful legs not yet completely slimmed into beautiful womanhood but with yet a lingering trace, just a trace, of the childhood from which she had practically emerged.  Those who are of a mind such as I know too well the sight I mean, and I needn't waste time attempting to create a photographic image of something best left to the contemplation of the individual.

The second girl was no less appealing.  Appeared to be younger, although not by more that a a few months.  Her long hair was dark brown and fell past her shoulders with a kinky kind of wave.  Her complexion was olive and she possessed enchanting catlike eyes.  She was just a bit less developed that her friend, and I found that condition all the more enticing for the promise it held out so obviously of changes very soon to come.  Her legs were a bit slimmer than those of her friend in that they were still a bit more straight-up-and-down, than shapely.  Nevertheless, the gentle musculature of her thighs produced an immediate and unmistakable reaction in me.  She sat with her knees at a sufficient distance from each other, given the shortness of her skirt, to afford me an enticing view of her thighs and white panties.

As I gazed at the girls with a feeling of awe and lust that was as inevitable as it was discomforting, the first young lady then decided that her left shoe lace needed re-tying and, to effect this, crossed her left leg so her left ankle rested on her right thigh, just at the hem of her skirt.  (Which, as the reader will recall, was at about mid thigh).  Her knee was raised to a level jut below her breast.  The resulting position afforded me a breathtaking view of her legs all the way up to her panties, a generous expanse of covered crotch being displayed by her crossed legs.  Having finished devoting her attention to her shoe, she resumed her conversation with her companion, not bothering to uncross her legs, although she lowered her knee slightly.  The two of them were apparently oblivious to my presence as my eyes darted from one to the other.  My heart was pounding.  A few stops later, they got out.

If I hadn't overheard them discussing their college classes and their sorority pledging, I would never have suspected that they were the two girls Julie was concerned about.  They certainly were quite good at avoiding the reality of their status as college women.  I could understand Julie's concern.  Several days later I saw them enter the station at which they had disembarked and in a few days they came in at about 4:30, apparently at the end of a late session.  I didn't follow them, but waited to see whether the time was a reliable one.  Not that I didn't want to follow them, my excitement grew each time I saw them.  Nor, can I explain myself totally with reference to the prank I was helping Julie to pull.  In a sense I acted as though possessed.  Yes, perhaps this preoccupation, this obsession is indeed a kind of possession.  But do I want to be rid of it?

They, in fact, appeared regularly at about that time.  Following them from a safe distance, I noted the extent of their mutual route.  It led them along a few thinly peopled areas, so obviously it would have to be in one of these areas that I would act.

It was that time of year when the sun sank early but the weather was not yet cold enough for extra garments.  I pulled up my van along one of these stretches and waited.  When I heard the train roll in, I knew they would be only a few minutes away.  I had brought along with me a little stray puppy, and now was the time for him to 'do his thing.' I opened the two doors to the rear of the van and, squatting inside with the dog, began to play with him.  He had the usual enthusiasm of young animals and jumped and squealed with delight.  In a couple of minutes I noticed out of the corner of my eye that they were approaching.  Determined to play my cards right so as not to arouse suspicion, I continued to concentrate on the dog.

After what seemed like an interminably long time, I had my back turned to the street, I heard them at the back of the van, ooh-ing and aah-ing and giggling at the playfulness of my little dog.  The blonde girl wore her lovely uniform.  The younger dark-haired girl, however, had obviously been involved in some gym activity and was wearing sneakers and short white socks, white athletic shorts, with a green trim, that came up about as high as her behind.  And, they were even slit enticingly up the side, and she wore a tight tee shirt, with no bra, that advertised her young bust.

"If you could help me for a minute, girls, I'd really appreciate it.  I have to give him his medicine but he won't hold still for me."

"You mean he's sick?"  asked the blond girl.  "Here, let us in, we'll help you."

I took their books, placed them on the floor of the van and held out my hands.  Each of them grabbed hold and hoisted themselves inside.  The blonde immediately squatted down to play with the dog, displaying her lovely young legs and panties.

"Yes, why don't you play with him for just a minute while I get his medicine ready?"  I suggested.

They immediately occupied themselves with the little imp, as I watched in rapt fascination.  The dark-haired girl squatted on the balls of her feet while the blonde sat down, Indian fashion.  As I gazed again at them, I felt an unholy arousal welling up in me.  At my whistle, the little puppy scampered out of the van and on his merry way.  I moved to the rear of the van and closed the doors.  The girls stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

"Don't be alarmed, my little ones," I cooed reassuringly, "everything is in order.  Tell me now, what are your names?"

"I'm Donna," said the younger girl.  "She's Michelle."

"Well, hello, Donna and Michelle," I replied pleasantly as I went to my athletic bag.  "How would you like to do me a favor?"

"Okay, mister," they replied cautiously.

"You see, my dears, there was really nothing wrong with that little puppy.  He's fine and he needs no medication at all."

"Then why did you say he was sick?"

"Well, it's like this, my dears.  I have something more important for you to do right now," I removed two large handkerchiefs from my bag and handed one to each of them.

"Michelle, roll that handkerchief into a ball and insert it all the way into your mouth, Donna, I want you to take this handkerchief and do the same."

"But, if we do that, we won't be able to talk," Donna whined.

"That's fine, but I'll do all the talking.  Now go ahead and do what I say.  Believe me.  You have no choice."

They looked at me, frightened for the first time.  If they supposed that this was the stunt about which Julie had warned them, they did not betray it.  I could tell that my psychological dominance would make it totally unnecessary for me to use any force.  Nervously, they stuffed the handkerchiefs into their mouths.  Michelle used both hands.  Donna, less eager to please, slowly inserted the gag until hers, too, was resting in her mouth.  I beckoned to them both, and they walked over to where I stood.

"Now, let me see what kind of job you two have done."  I turned first to the blonde Michelle.  She had done as I ordered, but part of the handkerchief stuck out of her mouth.  I cupped one hand around the back of her neck and drew her closer to me, and with my other hand I used two fingers to prod the remainder of the wadding into place.

"That's neater, don't you think, dear?"  I paused as though expecting an answer.  Michelle's eyes widened a bit as she grunted a reply through the blockage.  My hand lingered a bit at the back of her neck, gently rubbing her nape.  She began to squirm, and I continued, "but I like very neat packages that don't fall apart, so let's see what we can do to make sure that this bit of work stays intact."

The stuffing was far enough into her mouth that she would just about be able to close her mouth over it.  Retrieving a large gold bandana from my bag, I straightened it into a long, strong strip of cloth.  As she watched, Michelle looked at me and moved her hand as though to take the handkerchief out of her mouth.  Quickly and firmly, I slapped her hand down.

"I warn you, none of that!  Just be good girls and no one will harm you, I promise.  Now see whether that hanky is in like it was a second ago!"

Michelle pushed it a bit farther into her mouth.  She was breathing heavily.  I placed the center of the bandana against the wadding in her mouth and drew the two ends around her face until I could see her cheeks begin to bulge out over the cloth.  Because of the length of the cloth, I was able to wind it a second time around her face so that this time the ends met at her mouth.  Drawing the ends tightly together, I knotted it so the knot was directly at the front of her gag.  This caused her lips to purse together in a somewhat fishy manner.  It was a look of utter, mute helplessness.  I couldn't resist trying to fit my index finger between the gag and her cheek.  It was impossible.  Only her lips showed above and below the bandana, which drew them as closely as possible together, while in her mouth was the wadding that filled that cavity completely.

I returned to my bag where I had assorted lengths and thicknesses of cord.  Standing behind Michelle, I bound her wrists together.  When little Donna saw that she and Michelle were going to be tied up, she stared at me, and with a whimpering expression, removed the wadding from her mouth.

"Please let us go, mister!  Really, we..."

I seized her by the arm and whirled her around so her back was pressed against my chest.  With one hand firmly pressed against her mouth, I rummaged through my bag.  "So!  The handkerchief wasn't comfortable, was it?  Perhaps I can remedy that situation, my little one."  I retrieved a long towel of the kind bartenders use.  Its thickness was much greater than a handkerchief and I was curious as to whether it would make an effective gag by itself.

"Now hold still if you know what's good for you."  Donna obeyed, and I tied the bar cloth around her face, tightening it between her lips so deeply its very thickness forced her to keep her mouth open.  It pinched the corners of her mouth back so far it almost looked as though she were smiling.  I knew she wasn't.

"Aaaannnhhh!  Nnnnnhhh!"  Donna closed her eyes and lowered her head as I tied her wrists behind her, too.

"Aaaammmmmhh!"  she protested as the rope began to pinch her skin.  I was very pleased with the way she was gagged.  Even though I had planned to pack her mouth, I decided to let it go like this for the time being.  I didn't mind the fact that she could emit a few paltry sounds.  It was rather pleasing, to tell the truth.

"Now," I directed her, "sit down over there."  Donna refrained from attempting a reply.  She let me guide her to the side of the van where I sat her down.

Michelle had stood obediently by while Donna and I were settling our differences.  Her passivity pleased me greatly, as did the resistance offered by her young friend.  With another strand of rope in hand, I stood before her.  Her eyes alternately had a kind of empty look and then assumed a pleading expression, much like inverted crescents, a muscular phenomenon whose effect was heightened by the pressure on her cheeks from her gag.  I placed a palm on each of her bound arms, and gently moved them up and down.  She, too, tried to speak.  But, I could barely hear the sounds.  As I turned around again, she lowered her head.  I wound the rope around her arms at the elbows.  As I drew the cord ever tighter, she tried, I could tell, to loudly protest.

"Gnnhhhh!!"  I knew it hurt, but I also knew it didn't hurt that much.  Her elbows met with just a little insistence on my part, and when they did I made them fast.  Her lovely chest thrust itself out as a result of the elbow bondage, and I fought back an urge that would have arisen in any normal man.

"We're going on a little trip, girls, so I want to make sure you are both, nicely wrapped before we go."

The girls exchanged worried glances and turned to me.  With my palms on Michelle's arms I set her down on the floor.  Her feet were about a foot and a half apart, and I wanted that view of her lovely legs and panties, and her beautiful bound and gagged form in my rear view mirror when we drove off.  As I produced another length of cord, she closed her knees, expecting, I suppose, that I was going to tie her legs together.  She seemed to become a little upset when, sitting next to her on her left side, I took her left shin in my hand and pulled it to me, causing her legs to separate once more.  Letting her support herself against the side of the van, I held her ankle as close to her uppermost thigh as possible.  By this time her skirt had climbed practically to waist level.  Holding her leg thus folded, I wound this first length of cord around her leg so that her ankle was tightly bound to her upper thigh.  I repeated this procedure with her right leg.  I produced a sawed-off mop handle about two and a half foot long, in each of the ends a small hole had been drilled, and in which holes a leather thong was threaded.  I fitted each one of these thongs to one of Michelle's ankles, and the job was done.

She was sweetly bound and gagged, and her legs were forced apart, gracing me with that breathtaking view of her panties that I wanted so much.  And her high-heeled shoes had the effect of thrusting her derriere up and forward.  I stood away for a moment to admire her.  She stared straight ahead, her eyes a bit glassy, apparently contemplating her plight and trying to avoid my gaze.  Her hair was in slight disarray, with several strands falling over her forehead.  The gag made her look fetchingly 'cheeky.' Although her legs were separated and I could see that narrow triangle of white cloth between her bound thighs, I felt that somehow this bondage did not show her off to her best advantage.  However, the finishing touches would have to wait.  I finished with her for the moment by winding strands of cord above and below her breasts, securing her arms more tightly to her trunk and accenting her lovely bosom.

Donna had been watching Michelle's ordeal with beautifully wide eyes.  As I approached her she jutted her chin out to me and gurgled a communication whose meaning I didn't understand.  I really enjoyed her efforts, though.  Watching her try to move her lips when her mouth had been so tightly tied gave me a rush of pleasure unlike any I had known before.  I sat down beside her, and putting my arm around her shoulder, I ran my hand down the side of her torso and cupped her right breast.  It was large enough to supply true pleasure, and I held it tightly.  Although she began to struggle at first, I grabbed it tighter and that disabused her of the notion that struggling would gain her anything.  After leaving her with one last squeeze, I pulled her shirt up above her tits, allowing them to fall free.  Although she obviously wanted to be anywhere but where she was, Donna's lovely dark nipples hardened to irresistible nubs.  I tweaked her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  Again, she tried to pull away but I held on tight to her.  Then she eased the discomfort by abandoning her efforts that only brought her unnecessary discomfort.  She closed her eyes, raised her head, turned away from me, and bit on her gag so tightly I thought she might cause some damage to the corners of her mouth.  A muffled scream of protest died away and she sank back against the wall of the van.  I cupped both her tits in my hands and then ran my hands along the smooth skin of her torso, her flat belly, and her slim waist.

"Okay, sweetheart, stand up," I directed.

She stood before me with her shirt raised and gave me a look of such pleading I almost relented, almost, but not quite.  I eyed her in those flirtatious shorts and knew what I wanted next.  I put my arms around her as though to embrace her and dug them down into her shorts and under her panties.  Feeling and squeezing her young buns.  At the touch of my palms, her ass muscles tensed up excitingly.  The force of my motion compelled her forward into my body, and I felt her tits against my chest.  At this point, obviously out of bright ideas, she simply rested her head against me as I continued my probing.  After squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks, I dropped her shorts to her ankles.  Like Michelle, Donna was wearing white panties, but they were much briefer than those of the girl in uniform, more closely approximating bikini panties.

"Turn around," I ordered her, "and step out of your shorts."

She did as I said.  Stepping next to her, I put my hands on her hips and played with the elastic band of her panties.  The indistinct squealing noises she made obviously indicated her worry about whether I was going to make her step out of her panties, too, leaving her naked except for her sneakers, socks, and a tee shirt pulled over her breasts.

"No," I said to her, tweaking her nipple absentmindedly as I spoke, "I'm not going to pull down your panties.  Not if you promise me you'll sit quietly for a while"

"Aannngghhh..." she nodded.

"Good, then lets make you comfortable."  I tied her legs together with many turns of cord that reached from her ankles to her mid thighs and dug ever so mildly, but quite definitely, into the flesh of her legs.  As I arose, she tested her leg bondage by bending her legs as best she could manage.  I turned my attention back to my other student.

Where Donna had been moved by Michelle's plight to new struggles for freedom Donna's situation had exactly the opposite effect on Michelle.  The pretty blond had become very quiet, as though she hoped her lack of writhing would make her invisible.  But of course, there was nothing that could take my eyes off her beautifully bound and gagged form.  The ropes binding her ankles to her upper thighs caused a beautiful rounding to her knees that invited the eye further on – to her thighs and to her panties.  While I was busy stripping and tying up Donna, I had solved the problem of the dissatisfaction I had felt with Michelle's bondage.  Now I knew just how to tie her so that I would be able to see her as I wished.

As I loosened the bonds above and below her breasts, she looked at me in anticipation.  I didn't have to warn her not to try anything.  I knew she wouldn't.  As she looked at me, I felt a bit guilty satisfying my urges on this innocent young thing, and yet those urges were not to be denied.  I cut loose her elbows and wrists only to quickly bring her wrists together again in front of her, binding them again with a sturdy clothesline.  A number of feet of this rope were left over, and as I looped it over a metal rafter at the top of the van and began to pull, Michelle tried harder than ever to move her lips.  As I pulled, her arms rose in front of her until they were directly perpendicular to the floor and ceiling of the van.  I stopped just as she was about to lift off the floor and secured the rope where it was.  As I approached her, she mewed indistinctly into her gag.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you like this for long.  We're only going on a short ride."

Stepping behind her, I placed one hand on each of her tits.  She started like I had administered a shock but soon stopped struggling.  I unbuttoned her blouse and opened it.  Then I undid her bra and removed it.  Her breasts were more ample than Donna's, with beautiful rosy aureoles.  Gently, I kissed her right nipple.  Although she shrank back immediately, it promptly turned hard.  After briefly cupping her beautiful pair in my hands, I cut away the stick which had kept her legs separated.  Then I untied her legs.  The rope had left some marks, and I massaged her upper thighs and ankles for a few moments.

"Does that feel better?"  I asked.  She nodded slowly.

"Good.  Then we're ready to get down to business."

I retied a long strand of cord around each ankle and looped them over the beams at the roof of the van.  When I was done, Michelle was resting on her ass, with her legs up in the air like a 'V', and her arms straight up in the position in which they had just been tied.  It was a position of total accessibility, and her high heels and knee socks evoked such powerful urges that I had to look away from her taut thighs and panties to maintain my equilibrium.

It was a good thing, too, that I looked away.  For Donna had not been keeping her promise to remain out of trouble.  While I had been ministering to Michelle, she had been pushing against the door handles of the van with the side of her face and in just a few more moments would have had the handle up and the door open!  I rushed the few steps over to her and secured the handle.

"You do like attention, don't you?"  I muttered.  She didn't reply, looking mutely away from me.

"How is that gag doing, hon?"  I tested it, it was fine.  But feeling a yen for something different, I said, "I see you almost got it out of your mouth!  Good work, but not good enough!  And I warned you not to try anything."

She looked at me now, remembering what I had said.  A tear rose in her eye.  Producing a knife, I cut away her tee-shirt.  Then I played teasingly with the elastic of her panties.  I cut the left side away.  She mewed appealingly.  I put a hand on each bare shoulder and massaged the sides of her neck, occasionally allowing myself the pleasure of cupping a tit.

"You are just too energetic for your own good, dearie.  I'm going to have to make sure I don't' have to rely on your promises anymore."

As she watched me anxiously, I retrieved some gaffer's tape from my bag and placed it beside her.  Next, I cut her panties loose.  She didn't know which way to move first, and she wasn't very successful in any attempt at any movement anyway.  I hooked my finger into her gag and drew her face to me.

"Now, I'll be able to teach you not to go back on your promises and replace your gag in one shot."

I removed the bar towel from her mouth and stuffed her panties in their place.  Several strips of the tape from jaw to jaw completed the job.  Then I freed her arms from their bondage, quickly seizing her wrists and securing them in front of her with her shirt.  That done, several good turns of rope bound her wrists to her ankles, forcing her into a rather gymnastic position.  She raised her head a few times to see what I was doing, then just let her head lay flat.  She was nude except for her sneakers and socks.

I attached a long strand of rope to her ankles and wrists, looped it over a rafter of the van and hoisted her several feet in the air, ultimately securing her at that height.  She swung slowly to and fro, but the bite of the rope was muted by the fact she was wearing her sneakers and socks, and her wrists were protected by the tee-shirt.

I lovingly patted her ass, enjoying the sight of her tightening buttocks muscles, her only communication.  Letting her sway gently to and fro, I spoke to both of them.

"Okay, girls, I think we're ready to go, what do you say?"  I chuckled at the silence that answered me and climbed into the driver's seat.  In my rear view mirror I could choose either lovely sight, and I savored both girls as I turned on the ignition.

As we pulled away, they both swayed gently to and fro.  I was, of course, very careful not to hit too many bumps, as it was not my intention to cause them any unnecessary discomfort.  Soon enough we were on the open road, and I found my attention divided about equally between my lovely prisoners and the traffic in front of me.  After about a half hour's drive, we arrived at the sorority's country house, a location the pledges knew nothing of.  As I pulled up I could see Julie peering eagerly through the window.  As Julie opened the door and approached the truck, I shut off the motor and blindfolded my reluctant traveling companions with masks that insured they would see nothing.

As I opened the door to the van, I put one finger up to my mouth to warn Julie to remain silent.  She nodded and peeked in.  When she saw the condition of my cargo, she threw her arms around me and whispered, "That's great!  I think you've saved them from themselves!"

"Let's hope so," I answered.  Turning to Donna and Michelle, I said, "Okay, girls, the ride's over.  Time to see you new home."

I let Julie do the honors of bringing this little adventure to it conclusion.  After lowering Donna to the floor, Julie first removed the girl's blindfolds and stood before them with a defiant smirk.

"I hope you've learned your lesson, girls.  Maturity doesn't always come easy.  Welcome to the Beta Delta Sorority!"

Both girls tried to speak, but they were still gagged.  Julie was in no hurry to free them.  Turning first to Donna, she gently kissed her on the forehead.

"Look at you, dear.  I hope from now on you will act your age."

The girl nodded her head and jutted her chin forward as a signal that she wanted her gag removed.  Julie obliged her.  Turning to me as she freed Donna's mouth, she said, "you certainly must have enjoyed this, you did such a thorough job.

I just grinned.

Donna took a few deep breaths of air through her mouth and, after working her mouth open and shut a few moments, she said to Julie, "You were right, big sister.  I'll act my age from now on.  And thanks, Mister.  It was a little rough, but it was worth it."

"Come on now," Julie said, "you'd better get inside and get some clothes on while I take care of Michele."

After removing Michelle's gag and untying her, the girl slowly got up and straightened her skirt.  She was so lovely!

"Well, Michelle?  What about you?  Have you learned your lesson, too?"

"Yes, Julie," she replied solemnly.  Slowly her pretty face broke into a smile.  "I've learned that there is only one good reason for not action my age."

"What's that, dear?"  Julie asked.

"When it makes me feel like a woman," the girl replied, flashing me a knowing and grateful smile.

The End