The Bunny Way of Gagging

Jo stared at the animated plush bunny in disbelief. Not because it was moving and talking, that was, strange as it may seem, more or less ordinary. Instead she looked at what it held in its tiny white paw. It was a photo of her. A photo of her outside at night. Of her outside at night in nothing but her underwear. In nothing but her underwear and tied to a flagpole at college campus.

The somewhat plump girl remembered it all to clearly: A sinister prank from her "friend" Amy ha left her wrists, arms and elbows pushed together as far as they would go on the back side of the pole. Her feet, legs and thighs inescapably welded together.  Tape across her beet red mouth and cheeks and her eyes desperately pleading for release. Jo had thought she had gotten away without anyone taking any pictures. She had even considered changing schools if someone had proved to have any documentation of the incident.

Apparently, her assumption that she had gotten away unseen was wrong. The bunny had the pictures. And they were not flattering in the least.

"Okay", Jo sighed, "What do you want"

"What I really want is to spread these pictures! You! All over the Internets! Wiii!" the maniacal plush bunny squeaked in its more or less human voice. It sounded a bit like it had inhaled to much helium. Jo was not equally amused. "But we might be able to make a deal you and I!"

Jo had an inkling about the nature of the idea, but decided to ask anyway.

"I want to try out a new gag!" the bunny said with a sweet tone. "I've had a great idea, and now I can't stop thinking about it! Not at all! Yes! Got to try!"

Jo looked skeptically at the bunny in front of her.

"Really? That's it?" She felt a sense of relief. "No tied elbows or wrists? No trussed legs or ankles? You promise?"

The bunny seemed to ponder this for a second, then it's beady eyes lit up.

"Nope! None of those! Promise! None at all! Wiii! But the gag stays on until you get it off, okay?"

"Okay, let's do it then" Jo resigned herself to her fate. The bunny usually never lied, and this seemed easy enough. She hadn't much experience with gags, but when she saw them on TV-dramas it always seemed really easy to get one off. A piece of sticky tape might hurt a bit, but the cloths damsels got tied over their mouths didn't worry Jo in the least. Even less so if she could use her hands to free herself.

"Splendid! It is! Yes!" The bunny beamed with joy. "Now! First things first! Hands behind back! Wiii!"

Jo looked at the bunny, suddenly puzzled.

"I thought you said you wouldn't tie me up and just gag me? I won't agree to this if you lied to me you know!"

"I said no wrists! No arms! No elbows!" The bunny said while circling Jo dangling two pink ribbons. "But I will tie your thumbs! Thumbs and big toes! Yes! No lies! None at all! Otherwise I post pictures! Yes!"

"My thumbs?" Jo tentatively put her thumbs together. It seemed easy enough to escape from, especially considering the plunging sensation in her stomach when she thought of the pictures of her in the wrong hands. Which, to be honest, was any hands but her own. "Okay… I guess" she reluctantly consented"

The plush bunny didn't even take the time to celebrate. Deftly and with great finesse it took the pink ribbon and within seconds had it securely cinched between Jos suddenly all but helpless thumbs. Soon after, her toes were equally restrained by the surprisingly resilient ribbon. Jo immediately explored the knots, only to find there wasn't any in reach. She tried prying her thumbs loose by twisting, pulling and tugging but they seemed secure enough. The blond curvaceous girl was pretty sure she was not flexible enough to reach the knots on her toes with her hands behind her. Was it really possible to restrain someone just by their thumbs and toes? It seemed improbable and Jo was more or less confident that a solution would present itself. And if it didn't? Well, at least she only had to work her gag off and the ordeal would be over.

"Now! Time for gag!" The bunny said, digging deep in a sack Jo had somehow failed to notice before. "Open wiiide! Wiiii!"

Jo stared in horror at the bunny. Those were her panties! Her used ones! She had worn those while going jogging for goodness sake! Her face contorted into a raisin-like grimace.

"Open wiiide! Or post pictures!" The bunny coerced. Jo wrestled with her thoughts for a second, then decided to swallow her pride. She just hoped she wouldn't have to swallow her panties along with it... She slowly opened her mouth and felt two wadded up pairs of panties, one yellow and one green with white polka dots slide over her lips and filling up her mouth, resting against her tongue.

They tasted absolutely despicable and Jo couldn't help mumbling a muffled curse towards her white animated menace. Of all the things to stuff into someone's mouth... But considering what was at stake she could stand this, no problem. And if this proved to be concerning the bunnys "newest greatest gag" it would be really easy to just push the panties out with her tongue. She could handle this.

"Now! Step two!" The bunny cheered, holding up a tennis ball. It wasn't quite like an ordinary tennis ball though. Rather it was the kind used for soft tennis and, with quite a bit of force, the bunny pushed the large foamy sphere into Jos already filled gaping mouth. This pushed the disgusting panties even further back towards her throat, and the material spilled over into her cheeks which were bulging in an almost comical manner. Jo, however, had no trouble keeping herself from laughing. Partly because she did not find the stuffing of her oral orifice very amusing at all, and partly because she just couldn't make any laughing sounds come out from behind the panties and foam soft tennis ball cramming her mouth. Jo probingly clenched her teeth and was able to squeeze the stiff foam ball into more of an egg shape. As soon as she relented however, the ball expanded like a spring, keeping her jaw strenuously open.

"Step three! Coming up! Getting warmed up!" the bunny chattered, making noise for two as it made a big knot in the middle of a scarf and positioned it squarely in the center of the foam ball keeping Jo's mouth ajar. With both feet against the back of the poor woman's head it pulled both edges of the scarf with all its might and knotted it securely behind her.

The foam ball was now firmly lodged inside her mouth and the wretched panties were pushing against her tongue. Jo could feel the sweaty fragrance leaping of the fabric and on to her palates. She still however had great hope of getting this awful gag out. She figured she could still keep her balance enough to jump to a door handle or some such and use it to get the scarf of. She did start to feel quite silenced and subdued though...

"Step four! Sticky time! Wiii! And this is strong! Super duct!" The distinct sound of tape being pulled from a roll of duct tape woke Jo from her thoughts once again. She had somewhat expected this and was somewhat satisfied as it meant no more stuff would be able to go into her mouth. Not that there was any room left anyway of course. Her white fluffy captor placed the edge of a strip on her cheek and stretched the silvery sticky material across the knotted scarf from "Step three". Jo, drawing from her memories of tape gags in movies and detective fiction, expected the bunny to rip the tape of and fasten it to her other cheek. She was thusly surprised when she saw, and felt, the tape wrap around her head, sticking painfully to her blonde hair. Never minding her all but indecipherable mews of protest the bunny wrapped her head again and again, sealing everything from the previous steps beneath a thick veil of silver.

Jo lost count at fifteen wraps and, since the animated plushie took great pride in pulling every wrap as tight as it would go, she felt her own pudgy apple cheeks bulging over the top of the tape, pushing against her face just beneath her eyes. Trying to move her tongue at all against all the material in her mouth was a great challenge and with a sinking feeling Jo realized she would probably never get this gag of without the use of her hands. And her hands were trapped behind her back!

"Step five! Vertical sticky time!"

The bunny continued in a relentless manner, now snugly wrapping the tape under the chin of its foolish college captive. Round after round of sticky, sticky tape wrapped around and around the top of Jo's head and her chin, clenching her jaw together as far as the large foamy sphere inside her mouth  would allow. Jo could actually feel the blood inside her veins pulse in her head and she felt cold trickles of sweat protruding from her brow. She gave thanks to higher powers that she didn't have a stuffed nose as the mish-mash of materials sieging her mouth was literally air tight. Which led the energized bunny to...

"Step six! Ragtime!" Holding up a large green rag the bunny quite maniacally started to whistle "The Entertainer" from behind its large front teeth. Jo half dreaded any more steps and half yelled out wordless protests against her captors awful pun. Her feelings soon became 100% dread as the rag was placed over both her already hopelessly entrapped mouth and her nostrils, her only means of air! She suddenly panicked! Did the animated plushie realize that humans needed to breath? She wasn't sure and there was absolutely no way to communicate her need of oxygen to the seemingly heartless creature. Jo shook her head violently and thrashed around as good as she could in her tied up form, nearly dislocating her thumbs, but only succeeding to tighten the knots trapping them even more. In spite of this, the bunny proved both tenacious and nimble as it fastened the rag with a pink scarf.

"Keep still! Or no air! Delicate knot here! Wiii!" the bunny cackled with what almost could be confused with concern. The message reached Jo through her desperate craving for air and she settled enough for the bunny to position the tight knot on the pink scarf just below her nostrils. Jo managed to greedily suck in some precious air through the fabric. After a minute she calmed down enough to notice the peculiar smell coming from the green rag. She quizzically looked at the rabbit who just smiled back at her.
"Smell is a secret! Use imagination! Yes!"

Before Jo could start to let her imagination run wild, though, the bunny announced a seventh step. As Jo witnessed it stretch out a roll of sticky brown packing tape she was tipped over the edge. She didn't care if anyone saw her embarrassing pictures, she just wanted out of this! She tried to reason with her reasonless captor through the stuffing and the layer after layer covering her face, but it was all for naught as the bunny carefully wrapped and plastered the entire bottom of her face once more. There was a method to its madness however, as it took moments of precision to make sure the tape covered exactly half of her nostrils, giving the blonde exactly enough space to get some air into her lungs, but keeping her ability to produce any sound what so ever to a minimum.

Jo's flushed face sweated heavily and she had almost abandoned all plans of liberating herself. The only hope she clinged to was that she could somehow jump, even with her big toes wrapped together, making a risky descent down the stairs, into the kitchen, and get something sharp to free her trapped thumbs. And even then removing this monster of a gag would take quite some time.

"Step eight! Sensory deprivation! No peeking! Yes!"

Jo did not know what to think anymore as the bunny pulled two more pairs of panties from its seemingly bottomless sack. How much of her dirty laundry had the damn plushie stolen from her? She soon realized what the bunny meant by "no peeking" as the first pair went over her head. The sweaty, still slightly damp, cloth was disgusting, but at this point Jo was way past that. Humiliating as it was to wear her own panties on her head like a stupid hat she could still see some peripheral visions as the pink frilly things had been placed with the narrower front side forward.

She almost wished she hadn't been able to see the second pair coming though, as they had slight , but unmistakable, residue from skid marks. It was faint all right, but it was there and it was disgusting. Had there been the same kind of residue on the now soggy panties clogging her mouth? The mere notion of this gross possibility made her eyes water in frustration.

Squirming, crying and pleading didn't help of course, as the second, turquoise, pair was pulled backwards over her helpless head, effectively blocking out the last of her field of vision and making it just a wee bit more difficult to breath. She realized that without help from sight, traveling down the stairs would be neck brakeingly risky and that, unless she got the awful things of her head, her last hope of freedom had just vanished. The elasticity of the panties made them hard enough to get off, but as she heard the bunny announce another layer (was it nine now? Or more?) she rolled her eyes in disbelief. What more could it do to her? Was it ever done?

If Jo had still had her vision, she would have been the witness to yet another roll of bondage material - A thinner kind of brown electrical tape. She tried vainly to resist as the entire roll was wrapped seemingly randomly around her head, adhering itself to even more of her hair and removing the slightest possibility of getting the two pairs of panties off her head. Some extra focus was placed around her mouth which was almost insulting at this point.

Then, suddenly, even the muffled sound underneath the cloth and tape died out and Jo was left alone in blind silence.

Several dozen minutes later, Jo couldn't stop squirming around on her bed. The most frustrating thing was that she could probably get the entire diabolical gag off and out if she could only free her hands. The fact that she was tied up by only two seemingly flimsy pieces of ribbon made her yell with frustration. It was almost inaudible, even to herself, and only resulted in desperate gasps for air in greedy foul smelling gulps. She should be able to escape but the tiny knots on the ribbon was just too secure! She could just about feel them with the nails of her pinkies, but her bonds might as well have been made from solid steel.

Even so, she just couldn't stop trying, chasing the illusion of escape, just one pink ribbon away. It was so frustrating she started thrashing around wildly, jaws aching from all the stuffing inside her encased mouth. She tried to somehow magically push the panties and tennis ball through the three layers of tape and five layers of cloth. She again felt tears stinging her eyes at the thought of her own gullible foolish behavior! Would someone come to save her? Maybe Tia would come by? Or Amy? Would they just laugh at the silly damsel in distress who got tricked by a fluffy bunny?

Or would the bunny free her eventually? It had stated quite clearly that she had to get the gag of herself and Jo screamed her lungs empty at the thought of how easily she had agreed and the impossibility of getting the gag of using nothing but the muscles in her face and desperate rubbing along the sheets. She also shuddered at the implied meaning of the bunny's last words before it had been distracted and hopped away.

"It's a good start!"...