Rhonda was a high school cheerleader. She had just turned 18 a week ago and would be entering college after she graduated from high school this year. To help raise money for college she worked as a babysitter on the weekends. When school was over in a few weeks she would be starting a new summer job as a waitress. She was looking forward to getting out of babysitting. She was growing tired of putting up with the kids, especially the older ones.
She got a call from Mr. Thompson, her neighbor down the street, that they needed her to watch their two boys tonight while he and his wife went out. She didn�t like their two boys at all. They were terrors. Joey, had just turned 12 years old, and was already a menace. He often got into fights in school and in the neighborhood. Michael was 9 and was just as bad. The two of them together got into trouble often. That was why Mr. Thompson wanted a babysitter for them. Although they were old enough to take care of themselves, he didn�t trust them to stay home alone. Rhonda said yes because she really needed the money and because she knew this would be the last babysitting job she had to take. But the main reason she said yes was because she also knew that their older brother Jason had just returned home from college for the summer.
Rhonda had a crush on Jason. Ever since she first saw him playing in the high school football games she wanted to date him. He was currently a freshman at the same college that Rhonda would be going to. Rhonda had never really talked to Jason alone. She first met him when she was an 11th grade cheerleader and Jason was the starting running back. She would watch him play at every game and hoped that he would notice her. It was easy for Jason to notice her because Rhonda had the biggest breasts of all the girls her age. Rhonda would always wear tight or revealing clothing that would highlight her cleavage. But Jason was a year older and was only interested in meeting girls his age. So he had never asked the buxom blond cheerleader out for a date.
Rhonda arrived at the Thompson home at 6pm sharp as requested. The Thompson�s gave her some instructions and a contact phone number and then left her in charge saying they wouldn�t be home until after midnight. Mr. Thompson said that Jason, their son, should be home around 11pm, and that she could leave then if she wanted to. Rhonda was thrilled! Finally she would get to be alone with Jason! She was glad she had worn her tight button down flower print blouse and matching short mini skirt. Her flimsy top had a low cut front already but Rhonda had unbuttoned the top button intentionally so that when she leaned the right way a small portion of her white lace bra would be visible. Her mini skirt was very short and loose fitting and would swirl when she turned or when the wind blew. The fabric was so thin that if one were to look close enough they could see her thong panties showing through. Tonight she was wearing a white lace thong underneath that matched her bra. She knew that Jason would have a tough time keeping his eyes off of her now. She said goodnight to the Thompson�s and then went to meet the boys in the TV room.
The two of them were watching TV. An old western shootem� up movie was on. Rhonda said hello to them but they ignored her. She asked what they were watching. Joey looked at her but didn�t answer. "Did mom and dad leave yet?" he asked.
"Yes, they won�t be back until midnight. But your brother Jason should be home by 11pm. Is he out on a date?" she asked, hoping for a negative response.
"I don�t know. He just went out for a while."
"Did he say where he was going or who he was with?"
"He didn�t say where he was goin�. You gonna ask questions all night? Or are you gonna keep quiet and let us do what we want?" said Joey.
"Well as long as you stay out of trouble you guys can do what you want. Just don�t put on any R rated movies. Your parents don�t want you watching that trash." Rhonda said.
Michael spoke up then for the first time, "After this movie�s over can Joey and I go out to the garage and play cowboys and Indians? Jason brought some cool stuff home with him from college that�. Ouch!" Joey had punched Michael in the stomach.
"Don�t tell her about that. We wanted to surprise her," said Joey.
"Wanted to surprise me with what?" Rhonda asked.
"You�ll see, " Joey said.
"Yeah, we want you to help us play and make it more real. It�ll be a lot of fun, " Michael beamed.
"It would be nice if we all play together for once. Usually you guys end up fighting with each other and break something, and then I get blamed for doing a bad job. What did you have in mind?" Asked Rhonda.
"Let us finish watching this and then we�ll tell you what our idea is, " said Joey.
Rhonda left them to watch their show as she went into the kitchen to ponder. She was curious as to what the boys had in mind. Maybe they wanted her to be a cowgirl or an Indian princess or something. She wondered if Jason had some Indian princess costume that he liked his "women" to wear. She giggled thinking what it would be like if she were an Indian princess and Jason was a cowboy coming to ride off into the sunset with her.
At 7pm the movie ended and the boys said they were going out to the garage to get ready. They said they would call her when they were ready for her to come in. Rhonda said OK and waited patiently for about 10 minutes. Then she heard Joey�s slightly muffled voice yell for her to come in. Rhonda�s heart began beating a little bit faster as she carefully opened the door leading to the garage. She pulled open the door and became nervous when she found that the lights were turned out. She carefully walked forward into the darkness.
Rhonda had only taken a few steps into the garage when she heard a noise behind her and then felt a toy pistol poked into her back. Michael�s muffled voice called out, "Freeze lady, this is a stick up. Put your hands up where I can see� em." Michael was wearing a scarf around his face like a cowboy.
Rhonda giggled in relief and played along. She raised her hands up a little bit and said," Oh, please don�t hurt me mister. I�ll do anything you say, just don�t shoot me."
Michael whispered something to Joey. Then Joey called out, "Put yer hands behind yer back lady and keep yer mouth shut or I�ll shoot you in the back." Joey was wearing a scarf mask too and was trying to talk like a cowboy. Rhonda giggled again and put her hands behind her back.
"Listen lady, we�re gonna have ta tie you up so�s you won�t escape. We�re bringin' ya with us�. And stop laughing." Joey continued, "If I hear�s a peep outta you I�ll gag you real tight." Rhonda was giggling a lot at their game but tried to compose herself.
"You won�t have to do that, I�ll be quiet."
"Good. Give me the ropes, partner."
Rhonda stopped giggling when she heard that. She became nervous again but continued to stand still and play along. She wondered if they were really going to tie her hands up. She didn�t have to wait long to discover that the boys were serious. She felt a rough cotton rope being wound about her wrists several times. It was knotted off once and then Joey cinched it off between her wrists very tightly. Rhonda winced and groaned slightly as the rope was much more tighter than she expected.
"Do you have to tie it so tight?"
"Shut up lady! Once more and it�s a gag for you."
Rhonda remained silent. She felt the toy gun pulled away from her back. Joey told Michael to get the other rope. Rhonda�s heart was racing now and she was beginning to feel scared. She wondered if she shouldn�t have agreed to this. She reasoned that they were just boys and it wouldn�t last very long. She didn�t know that earlier in the day they had found their brother Jason�s bondage magazines and cotton rope in one of his bags. She didn�t know that they were planning to try them out on her.
Rhonda yelped in pain as Joey grabbed both of her elbows and pushed them together so that they touched each other. He held them together while Michael wrapped another cotton rope around her arms. Joey had pulled so hard on her elbows that Rhonda�s chest was thrust forward. This motion caused the second button on her blouse to pull open just like the top button. Rhonda didn�t notice her buttons. It was the pain in her arms and elbows that was holding her attention. She had had enough and began to resist.
"Hey, let me go! This is going too far. Untie me right now Joey, or you�ll be in big trouble when your dad gets home."
But Joey ignored her pleas and helped Michael tie the elbow ropes tighter. Rhonda�s elbows were tied together with knots that were impossible for her to reach. Now Rhonda tried to run. She kicked out at Joey and ran into the house.
Joey yelled to Michael, "She�s getting away. Help me catch her."
Michael and Joey ran after Rhonda. Rhonda was yelling threats and curses at them as she ran through the rooms looking for something that would cut the ropes off. She was beginning to panic as her desperate search was coming up empty. The two boys had split up and they cornered her behind the kitchen table. Rhonda backed up against the counter and pulled open a drawer with her hands still bound behind her. She plunged her fingers into the drawer hoping to find a knife. She couldn�t see what she was reaching for because she didn�t want to take her eyes off of Joey or Michael.
"Michael, you�re gonna be in big trouble. You tell Joey to stop and untie me or you both are� hey!"
Rhonda�s threat was interrupted because Joey had dove forward over the table and tackled her around the waist. Rhonda screamed as Joey pushed her onto the floor. Rhonda kicked and screamed but with her wrists and arms bound tight she didn�t stand a chance. Joey turned her over and made her lay on her stomach. Michael came around the table and grabbed her knees and held her legs still. Joey pulled off his scarf mask and began stuffing it into Rhonda�s screaming mouth. Rhonda groaned and complained as the rough scarf pushed its way past her soft lips. Joey continued forcing the scarf all the way in until it disappeared from view. Rhonda�s complaints were only a muffle now as her cheeks bulged to hold the cloth. Joey held his hand over her lips while Rhonda whimpered into the gag.
"Give me you scarf Michael."
Michael took off his scarf and handed it to Joey. Joey took his hand from Rhonda�s mouth just for a second so he could twist Michael�s scarf into a thin line. Holding the ends he pulled the scarf into Rhonda�s mouth between her teeth. When Joey pulled back on the scarf, the balled up scarf inside her mouth was pulled in deeper. Rhonda moaned deeply in complaint as Joey pulled the ends back hard. The corners of Rhonda�s mouth were pulled back as she almost choked on the first scarf in her mouth. Rhonda�s long blond hair was pressed against her head as the scarf wrapped its way around her cheeks. Joey continued pulling harder as he tied the second scarf off behind her head. When Joey finally let go of her, Rhonda�s lips were quivering. She was trying desperately to say something as she moaned at Joey. He kneeled over her while Michael continued holding her legs.
"Hey Joey, she�s not wearing any panties!"
Rhonda�s head jerked around and she looked over her shoulder to see what Michael was talking about. During her struggle with Joey her little mini skirt had ridden up above her hips. It was now all bunched up around her waist under her hands. Her bare ass was in plain view of Michael�s eyes, only inches away! She whimpered and tried to push her skirt down with her fingers.
"She�s wearing a thong, dufus. Haven�t you ever seen a girl wearing a thong before?"
"What�s a thong?" Michael asked.
"Here look." Joey lifted Rhonda�s hands up and then pulled her skirt all the way up so that Michael could see the top of her thong. Rhonda moaned as her pretty little ass was put on display.
"See, it leaves her ass open but it still covers her pussy."
When he said that, he pulled on Rhonda�s hip and rolled her onto her side. He continued holding up Rhonda�s skirt so that Michael could get a clear view of the front of Rhonda�s white lace thong as it gently covered her quivering pussy. Rhonda�s face turned a bright shade of red, as she lay there helpless to stop them, her private parts lewdly displayed before them. Michael still had his arms wrapped around her knees and thighs as he stared at a young girl's pussy for the first time.
Rhonda then noticed that her breasts were a little bit freer than they should be. She glanced down and saw that the first four buttons on her top were now all open from the struggling. Her breasts were so large that they were thrust out the top of her blouse. She was glad to see her bra was still in place to cover them.
Rhonda whimpered in fear. Her wrists and elbows tied tightly behind her back and her mouth filled with a gag. She begged and pleaded with her eyes at Joey and Michael for release. But they were both busy staring at her nylon-covered crotch. Joey licked his lips and he boldly rubbed his fingers along the front of her thong panties. Rhonda closed her eyes and whimpered helplessly again. Joey�s fingers only touched her for a short while though. He stood up.
"Come on Michael, let�s move her into the living room."
They each grabbed one of her arms and tried to lift her up. Rhonda wasn�t about to help them. She kicked at them with her sandal-covered feet. She fought and struggled with them for several minutes until they were all out of breath. They tried to hold her up but they weren�t strong enough. They let her slump back to the floor where she sat against the cabinets with her knees drawn up. She was breathing heavily into her gag. Some saliva was running down her pretty little cheeks and onto her neck. They both sat down across from her for a minute to catch their breath.
Joey looked at Rhonda�s heaving breasts and licked his lips again. Rhonda didn�t realize that with her knees drawn up her crotch was easily visible down between her legs. Joey was now looking at her thong. It was pulled slightly into her cunt with a few pubic hairs poking out the sides. Rhonda saw the lust in his eyes. Rhonda then realized exactly what he was looking at. She put her legs down and turned her body to the side. She twisted her hands and chewed at the gag hoping to gain some kind of freedom from her bondage. Helplessly she struggled.
There she sat, wrists and elbows bound tight behind her, her blouse unbuttoned, her large lace-covered breasts heaving, totally exposed, and a large scarf stuffed into her mouth, held in by another one tied tightly between her teeth. She hoped their parents would be coming home soon. She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:23pm. The boys� parents wouldn�t be home for over 4 hours! She groaned in despair and wondered what else the boys had in mind to do with her until then.
After a few minutes the boys were ready to try again. Joey said, "Let�s each grab one of her legs and drag her into the TV room." Rhonda kicked at them with her feet and grunted protests through her gag. Michael had a tough time but Joey was finally able to get a grip on one of her ankles and helped Michael secure the other. They pulled off her sandals leaving her feet bare. Then they lifted her legs up and began pulling her across the floor. Without the support of the cabinets Rhonda fell onto her back with her bound elbows and wrists underneath her. She began uttering threats and protests at them, but her tight gag muffled everything to grunts and moans.
For the first time in her life Rhonda regretted her choice of clothing. Her top was wide open and her sexy lace bra was totally exposed. But even worse, her mini-skirt was now pulled up from the sliding, revealing her white thong panties. She turned red with shame and embarrassment as her crotch was openly displayed in front of Joey and Michael. Joey stared at her nylon-covered pussy as they pulled her along. She felt so vulnerable now in the hands of these young boys.
She yelped and squealed through the cleave gag as her body was tossed around. Her bound arms rubbed along the carpet giving her brush burns. She tried to turn on her side to relieve some of the pain. But the boys made so many turns around the furniture that she was unable to keep her balance and fell onto her back again. They came to a stop in the TV room by the sofa. They dropped her feet to the floor and slumped down on the sofa. They were all out of breath and sat down for a moment.
Michael panted, "She�s heavy. I want to rest a bit."
"Go ahead," Joey said. "She won�t be goin� anywhere for a while."
But Rhonda knew they were wrong. She was already thinking of a way to make her escape. With a little bit of difficulty she managed to pull herself up to a sitting position on the floor. Joey was watching her intently, so she just sat there with her legs crossed for the moment. Joey smiled at her.
"You look really cute when your angry, you know that?"
Rhonda just sat there and grunted at him through the two scarves. She tried to say something.
"Fuuuhh� ooohh"
"Now, now. You just sit there like a good baby sitter while Michael and I watch some of Jason�s videos."
He got up and walked over to a duffle bag sitting in the corner of the room. Rhonda watched him closely. When he turned his back she glanced over at Michael. He was watching Joey at the moment, so Rhonda carefully stood up as quietly as she could. Then she bolted for the door leading to the garage that had been left open.
She ran through the garage frantically searching for the button that would open the garage door. Seeing it up on the wall, she rammed her shoulder into it and anxiously waited as the door began its slow rise. Impatiently she looked back into the house to see if they had heard the noise. Sure enough, the sound had caught their attention. Joey turned around and yelled.
"Hey, she�s getting away, after her!"
He dropped the video he was holding and pulled Michael off the sofa as he pointed at Rhonda. Rhonda squealed through her gag and dove for the opening under the slowly rising door. She rolled under the door and into the driveway.
Joey yelled at Michael, "Go after her! I�m goin� out the front to cut her off."
Rhonda scrambled to her feet and ran into the cool evening air. Her unbuttoned top had now fallen off both of her shoulders and was now draped around her waist and bound elbows. Her upper body was left in only her lace-covered bra. Her large breasts bounced in the white lace as she ran across the driveway. She tried to scream and yell as loudly as she could to the nearby houses, but the wadded scarf in her mouth muffled her cries.
"No one can possibly hear me," she thought.
She ran around the corner and headed to the front hoping there would be someone on the sidewalk that would see her. She continued uttering muffled cries through her gag, desperately hoping someone would be able to hear anyway.
POW!
She collided with Joey as she came around the front corner of the house. Joey wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her backwards to the ground. Michael came running up from behind as Joey and Rhonda struggled together in the grass. The bound high school cheerleader was no match for Joey and he soon had her pinned on her back while he sat on her knees. He was holding her down with one hand on her breasts and one on her stomach. Rhonda grunted and groaned furiously through her gag as she continued her feisty struggling. It took all of Joey�s strength to keep her down. Michael stood by and asked if he could help.
"Yeah, see if anyone�s looking. We need to get her back inside before someone sees her."
Michael looked down the street in both directions. "I see a guy riding a bike coming this way. He�s coming pretty fast too."
"Shit! Help me get her behind these bushes."
Joey and Michael grabbed Rhonda�s arms by her shoulders and pulled her behind the row of shrubs lining the front of the house. Hearing that help was near, Rhonda began screaming as loud as she could through the thick gag. She kicked and twisted with all her strength. However, the two boys together were able to drag her through the dirt and hold her down behind the shrubs, out of sight. Rhonda continued her muffled yelling.
"Hehhmmm�. Hehhmm� Hehhmmm!"
"Shut up bitch!" Joey hissed.
He punched her as hard as he could in the stomach. Rhonda grunted hard from the blow as all the air in her lungs was forced out. Her struggling was halted for the moment. She gasped desperately for air. The gagging in her mouth made it very difficult for her to get oxygen. She nearly passed out. As she lay weekly choking through the scarves, she looked under the bushes toward the road. She saw the bike rider pass by. He never even looked over. Rhonda groaned in despair and started to cry a little. She pleaded for freedom again with moans and whimpering.
"Hmmm... mmm... ummm� mmmpph."
Ignoring her, Joey waited a moment then stood up to look around. "Good, nobody else is around. Let�s get her back inside."
Michael and Joey grabbed her arms and shoulders and began dragging her back around the house to the garage entrance. Rhonda pleaded and sobbed as she was pulled along helplessly. Her clothes were torn and half off. Her body was covered in dirt. She had cuts and scrapes and burns all over her limbs. Her mouth was still heavily gagged with scarves and her arms were still bound tightly behind her. They carried her back inside and closed the door.
"We�re gonna have to tie her up better so she can�t run away again." Joey said to Michael. "Go get some more rope�. Oh, and bring one of them kitchen chairs too. We can tie her to that while we watch these movies."
Rhonda whimpered emphatically when she heard that. She realized her chance of escape was about to end. Joey dropped her onto the floor by the sofa. Rhonda looked up as Michael came into the room. He brought in a chair and a large handful of rope. Joey took the rope from Michael. Rhonda began moaning loudly in protest when the chair was set down next to her
"Mmmmm� Mmmmpph� MMMMMM� MMMMMPPHH!!!"
Joey reached down and grabbed Rhonda�s squirming ankles.
Joey crossed her ankles and held them tight as he began winding the rope around them. Michael sat on Rhonda�s back to keep her still. Rhonda whimpered a futile complaint as Joey wrapped the rope in a criss-cross pattern. Back and forth he went, first around and then through the middle and then around again. Rhonda could feel the rope pulling tighter and tighter as it passed one way and then the other. After what seemed like more than 15 passes, Rhonda finally felt the rope being tied off.
Rhonda groaned when she found she could no longer pull her feet apart. With her ankles crossed, and held that way by the tight ropes, she couldn�t bring her knees together either. She tried to close them, but only managed to get them about a foot apart before the grip of the ropes hurt too much. She had already lost most of the feeling in her arms and hands from the roping around her wrists and elbows, so Rhonda relaxed her legs and resolved herself to her fate.
Joey rolled her over and wrapped his arms around her waist. He tried to lift her up to the chair, but Rhonda resisted by twisting and bucking her hips. Michael came over and helped his brother, and together they finally managed to get the bound cheerleader up to the chair. Moans were forced through her gag from the rough handling.
"Owmmm� mmmmm� mmmpphh!!"
"UHMMMPPHH!!!!"
Rhonda grunted loudly as they dropped her down onto the hard wood chair. Her skirt flared out causing her naked buttocks to slap against the cold wood. She squirmed her hips in an effort to get comfortable. But the boys were about to make her even less comfortable. Joey lifted her legs up off the floor with one hand and used the other to push against her belly, holding her down in the chair.
"Tie her feet to the rung," he said to Michael.
She complained and moaned emphatically, "Mmmm� mmmmmm� MMMMPPHH!"
She shook her head furiously as she mouthed the gag, but there was nothing she could do to stop their plans. Michael got another piece of rope and tied Rhonda�s crossed ankles to the rung that connected the front two legs of the chair. When he was finished, Rhonda was unable to put her feet down to the floor. They were held up about 8 inches off the floor.
"Help me get her arms over the back of the chair," Joey said.
Michael moved around behind the chair. Joey lifted Rhonda up until Michael was able to grab her arms.
"Wait a minute. Her top is gonna get in the way," Joey said.
He set her back down. Joey began unbuttoning the rest of Rhonda�s blouse. Rhonda shook her head in defiance again and grunted furiously. He ignored her. He undid the last button and pulled her top back around behind her. The ropes on Rhonda�s elbows and wrists prevented him from removing it completely.
"We�re gonna have to cut it off or untie her," Michael observed.
"If we cut it we�ll get into more trouble," Joey said. "I�ll just untie her elbows. Then you can pull it down to her wrists. I can re-tie her elbows, and then we can do her wrists. OK?"
"All right."
Joey came around and untied Rhonda�s elbows. Rhonda moaned as the blood rushed back into her forearms. It felt good to move her elbows again. But that small bit of freedom was short lived. Michael yanked her blouse down to her wrists, and immediately Joey pushed her elbows back together. Rhonda winced in pain as Michael tied them tight again. Then her wrists were freed, the blouse removed, and her wrists re-tied again. Then they went back to their original task.
Joey lifted Rhonda up and Michael pulled her arms over the back of the chair. Joey set her back down and the two of them went to work securing her wrists and arms to the chair. She couldn�t stop whimpering as they tied her arms down in three places: wrist, elbow, and shoulder. She was now unable to move her arms at all. She felt so vulnerable as she was forced to stay seated in the chair with her feet raised and knees apart.
They stood up to observe their work. Rhonda looked up at them pitifully with tears in her eyes, begging for mercy. She was left sitting there in just her mini-skirt, panties and bra. Her mouth was stuffed with one scarf and another was tied between her teeth. Her arms were tied down to the back of the chair behind her, which made her large breasts stick out. She looked down at her lap. It was just as she feared. With her legs held up and apart, Rhonda saw the white triangle of her panties sticking out from the bottom edge of her mini-skirt. She knew the boys could see it too. She looked up at Joey and saw him staring down at her nylon-covered pussy.
"Yes," he said. "That�s a nice view, I hope you don�t mind if I stare."
Rhonda�s face reddened. She tried to close her legs again, but the ropes dug into her ankles painfully. She wiggled in her seat, trying to get her skirt to cover her crotch. She bucked her hips up and down, but nothing helped. She could still see the front of her panties. She raised her hips up as high as she could and finally managed to get her skirt to slide down, covering her thong. But she couldn�t hold herself up like that for long. She soon tired and dropped back down to the chair. Her skirt slid back up, and her panties reappeared. She moaned in frustration.
Without any support for her legs, it actually felt more comfortable to let gravity hold them open. Humiliated and defeated, she gave up trying to protect her privacy and just sat there with her panties exposed.
"Nice try," Joey said. "I see you�ve given up. Now we can look at your panties whenever we want," he gloated.
"Mmmmm� Glllgggg� Urrrr� Mmmmph�"
She chewed at the scarves. She wanted to tell them to stop so badly. She was begging to be untied. She didn�t want to be left like this. They ignored her whimpering and sat down on the sofa. Rhonda mewed helplessly and twisted her hands and ankles, pulling at the ropes. The wadding of scarves felt so awful in her mouth, and she was starting to drool a lot more now from the sodden cloth. She shook her head from side to side trying to get the gag to come loose. Joey just chuckled at her as he walked past to put a video in the VCR.
Then he moved her chair over to the side so he could see her and the TV at the same time. Rhonda turned her head so she could see the TV. She was curious to see what the movie was.
It was a pornographic bondage movie! She looked at Joey and Michael watching intently on the sofa. How could they watch this trash? Where did they get a movie like this? Then she remembered Joey saying something about watching one of Jason�s movies. She wondered if Jason was really into bondage. Rhonda continued watching the movie. She was curious, but she also had nothing else to do.
She watched, as several women were being tied up in all kinds of ways. She was horrified to see them stripped and bound in their underwear, or topless, or even totally nude. Some had their naked breasts bound so tight they were turning purple. One girl was even forced to endure nipple clamps. Another naked girl was placed in a hog tie with a rope splitting her cunt. It looked vicious and Rhonda shivered and squirmed in her chair. She wondered how the girl felt to have a rope through her pussy. She hoped she would never have to find out herself.
Michael and Joey watched the movie for over an hour. Michael didn�t seem to be very interested, but Joey was hooting and hollering the whole time. He kept looking over at Rhonda and winking at her. Rhonda was scared. Did those winks mean he was planning to do these things to her? Rhonda was worried when the movie was ending. Her heart began beating a lot faster.
She wiggled and squirmed in her bondage. The scarves in her mouth were now soaked with her saliva. She looked down at her breasts. Some drool had fallen from the sides of her mouth onto her white bra. She decided to stop struggling. She had grown tired and her arms and ankles hurt. She knew there was no way she could get untied without someone�s help. The gag was too tight, her arms and wrists were secure, and her ankle bonds weren�t budging either. But what she hated the most was that she still couldn�t close her legs and cover her crotch.
The movie ended. Rhonda was frightened. She watched nervously as Joey got up and removed the tape from the VCR. Michael said he wanted to go out and play in the yard. He left the room to head outside. Rhonda really didn�t want to be left alone with Joey. He made her very nervous as she squirmed helplessly in her bra and mini-skirt. But he walked out of the room too. Immediately Rhonda launched a new effort to get loose. She jerked her legs hoping to loosen the ropes on her ankles. She mouthed the wadded scarf with her tongue. She thought maybe she could push it past the one tied between her teeth. Then maybe that one would be a little bit looser.
She worked her jaw and tongue on the wadded scarf in her mouth. She tried to push it around the scarf tied between her teeth. Rhonda made all kinds of contorted faces and noises while she worked at the gag. She held her mouth open as wide as she could while pushing with her tongue. She grunted from the effort. Then she bit down on the scarves, hoping to compact them more tightly and make them smaller. The rough scarf tasted bitter. She nearly made herself retch. She tossed her head up and down and shook it from side to side, moaning and grunting. She finally concluded that the wadded up scarf was too big. Her jaw muscles were getting sore and she hadn�t made any progress. The gag wasn�t coming out unless someone removed it. She groaned loudly in frustration.
Rhonda was mad at herself for getting caught so easily. She shook her head angrily as hard as she could. More saliva fell onto her chest. Her bra was feeling wet and sticky as the nylon clung to her bosom. She looked down at her breasts. The white nylon was wet in several places. She saw little beads of perspiration on her breasts and in her cleavage. The struggling had made her sweaty. The gag was beginning to hurt too. The scarf was pulling and chafing the corners of her mouth. Instinctively Rhonda kept trying to bring her hands up to pull the gag out, but every time the ropes reminded her how helpless she was. She wanted to scream for help. She didn�t, knowing it was useless. The only thing she had left to do was cry.
Then she heard someone talking. Joey was on the phone with someone. She stopped sobbing so she could hear what he was saying.
"Yeah, you gotta come see this! You will never believe who I got here with me.�� Dude, come on over.��. Yeah, now.��.. No, I got a cheerleader here, and she�s all tied up��Yeah, a cheerleader from school. I got her bound and gagged to a chair� Rhonda�� The blond with the huge tits�� I�m not kidding, come over and take a look for yourself. ��I did�� I�ll tell you when you get here��Dude, you got to see her tits, they are fucking huge! And she�s wearing thong panties too�� Yup��No, well, maybe. I don�t want to get in any more trouble��All right, I�ll be waiting."
Rhonda was really scared now. Joey had invited someone else over. She couldn�t imagine what would happen to her when he arrived. She began thrashing against the ropes violently. She had to get loose, now! The chair she was tied to actually bounced several times off the floor from her efforts.
Rhonda�s feisty struggling brought Joey into the room instantly. Rhonda stopped when she saw him. Her breathing was very heavy as she snorted through her nose. Her breasts were heaving. Joey smiled and then laughed when he saw the predicament she had gotten herself into now. One bra strap had fallen off her shoulder revealing most of the round globe of the cheerleader�s right breast. There was a film of sweat all over Rhonda�s upper body and thighs. Her bra was saturated with sweat. Her nipples were now visible through the thin white material. Rhonda�s eyes were big and scared as she whimpered at him desperately.
"You look so pretty like that," he said as he eyed her nipples.
"One of my friends is on his way over," he continued. "He�ll think I�m really cool when he sees you like that. Now I�ll be allowed in their gang for sure. This was such a great idea. He�ll be here in about 10 minutes. Have fun waiting." At that Joey left again, presumably to watch for his friend.
Rhonda eyed the clock fearfully as each minute passed by. She couldn�t escape her bonds, and even if she did, her legs and arms were so sore and tired she doubted she could get away. She tried to be brave but the tears fell anyway.
Then she heard the doorbell ring�.
Rhonda heard Joey open the front door. She heard several voices chattering excitedly as Joey invited the arrivals into the house. Rhonda was petrified to hear more than one person. She turned her head as far as she could to see the front door. She was anxious to see who it was, but she couldn�t turn her head far enough to see them. She could only hear their conversation.
"Billy, I thought you was comin� by yourself," Joey said.
"Well I didn�t think you would mind and since you do want to join my gang I had to bring everyone along," said the voice of a boy who sounded like the leader. "You remember Tom, Lorenzo and my girl Roxy don�t you?"
Rhonda didn�t recognize the voices but it did sound like Billy and the others were much older than Joey.
"Well, don�t make a mess of the house. I don�t want to be cleaning up after you. My brother will be home around eleven and then my parents will be back after that."
"Ah, just relax. We came to party, and your family will never know it was us anyway," said Billy.
Rhonda heard the sound of glass bottles hitting each other.
"Look what we brought," sad Lorenzo.
"Dude, that�s whiskey! You can�t drink that in here!" Joey exclaimed.
"Nobody here is gonna stop us. Right Joey?" said Billy.
"A-A-All right� but don�t spill any."
She heard them walk down the hall and enter the kitchen from the back way. She still couldn�t see any of them. She was very nervous and frightened. She yanked frantically at the ropes binding her ankles to the rung of the chair. Her legs were still bound tight as ever. She stretched her fingers, reaching for the knot to the ropes that held her wrists together. She couldn�t see what she was doing with her arms bound behind her. She eventually gave up. Even if she did manage to free her wrists she could never reach the ropes that encircled her elbows.
With her arms tied down to the back of the chair she could barely wiggle her upper body. Not that she really wanted to anyway. One bra strap had slid off her shoulder, and the slightest movement would uncover her right nipple. She tried to hold still as best she could. Her thong panties were already exposed below her mini skirt by the way her legs were held open from the ankle tie. She didn�t want to make her situation any worse.
"So where is she?" asked Roxy.
"In the TV room," answered Joey.
"I gotta see this. I can�t believe you got a fucking cheerleader," said Billy.
Rhonda trembled when she heard footsteps behind her. Unable to hold back the fear, she began crying hysterically into her gag. She turned her head to look, hoping her tear filled eyes would persuade the person to let her go. She got a glimpse of a bald-headed 17-year-old boy. He wore blue jeans and no shirt. His upper body was covered in tattoos.
"Shit! She�s not blindfolded!" He yelled as he quickly retreated out of Rhonda�s sight back into the kitchen.
"What the fuck, dude? Why ain�t she blindfolded? You want her to see who we are?"
"I�m sorry, I didn�t think of it. I don�t think she knows you," Joey said nervously.
"You dumb fuck, she looked right at me! I oughtta kick your ass right now shit head! How could you be so fucking stupid?"
"N-N-Now hold on. Just give me a second, I�ll find something to blindfold her with."
"Asshole! Your lucky I�m in a good mood. I�ve been wantin� to see this bitch naked every since I saw her shakin� her pretty little ass in school. You did good baggin� this cunt, so I�ll cut you some slack."
Rhonda wailed uncontrollably through the scarves as she waited helplessly for her fate. She didn�t want to be blindfolded, but she couldn�t stop them. After a few agonizing minutes, Joey appeared holding a roll of duct tape. Tears streamed down Rhonda�s face as she looked up at him, whimpering for release.
"Pweeetthh� ohnnnggg� oooo� iphhhh�. "
BRRRRRPPPP� Joey pulled the end out about 18 inches. She screamed as Joey brought the tape up to her eyes.
"MMMMMMMMM� MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Sorry babe, I gotta do it."
Then he leaned close and whispered in her ear.
"I won�t let him hurt you."
Joey�s sudden words of hope only swayed Rhonda�s fears a little. She sat helplessly as Joey wrapped the sticky tape over her eyes and around her head. The last thing Rhonda saw was a worried but friendly smile on Joey�s face. He wound the tape around her head four times. He covered her face from her forehead to the tip of her nose. He pressed the tape down to the sides of her nose making it snug. He made sure she was unable to peek out the bottom.
Rhonda�s tears were buried under the layers of the gray tape. She was trapped now in total darkness. Her senses were flooded with feelings of fright. She felt her heart pounding frantically in her chest. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. She was sweating profusely and what little clothes she had left on felt glued to her body. She felt her right nipple growing erect from a flow of cool air. She knew her breast must have become uncovered.
Suddenly she felt Joey�s hand on that breast. She squealed through the gag and inhaled sharply, unable to pull away. She held her body rigid, preparing herself to be violated. But Joey�s hand tugged gently on her bra, pulling it up to cover her breast. Then he pulled her strap back up onto her shoulder and left.
Rhonda stopped crying as she pondered Joey�s change of heart. "What was he doing?" she thought. "Now he�s helping me. Maybe underneath all that toughness he isn�t so bad. He�s probably afraid of this other guy." Rhonda used Joey�s small show of kindness to bolster her confidence. She stopped sniffling and bravely held her head erect as she heard the others enter the room.
"Well, well, will you look at those knockers? Them�s the biggest set of tits I�ve seen on a high school girl. Nice panties too! Gotta admit Joey, you done a good job of tyin� her up. Whatta ya think gang?" said Billy.
"Whoooo hoooo� She�s really hot," said Lorenzo. Rhonda now thought she recognized that voice.
"Yeah, her name�s Rhonda," said Joey. "She�s really nice."
"I�ve seen her before. She�s that blond babe with the huge tits at the football games" said Tom. "I�ve always wanted to see them naked."
"I like the sexy little thong she�s showing off," chuckled Roxy. "Kind of turns you on doesn�t it, guys?"
"Yeah, you sure got that right babe," said Billy. "We gotta get this fucking party started. Joey, bring us some glasses while I prepare our pretty little cheerleader here."
"P-P-Prepare her? What are you gonna do to her?" asked Joey.
"Relax dude, we won�t rape her."
Rhonda was only slightly relieved to hear that. She had been certain that they were going to rape her. She was still very frightened at the direction the conversation was going. She knew they might change their mind at any moment.
"I just want to see what she�s got hiding under those panties of hers," said Billy as he reached for Rhonda�s skirt.
Rhonda panicked at the sound of those words. She screamed into the scarves as she shook her head furiously. She felt rough hands clawing under her skirt as they searched for the top of her thong. Knowing that she was about to lose her panties, Rhonda began bucking and twisting her hips in resistance. She nearly flipped the chair over from her violent effort. She screamed and cried through her gag, desperate to retain her decency.
"Mmmooohhg� ahgggg� ehmmm� mmpphh� AAAHHHMMM� MMMPPHHH!"
"Aw shut up bitch! Stop bawling!" Billy had stopped before getting to her panties.
"Joey couldn�t you shut her up better than that. I don�t want her fucking screaming in my ear every time I touch her. I need something else to gag her with. Where the fuck is that duct tape you had!"
"It�s right over there," Joey said as he pointed to the end table.
"This bitch needs her mouth filled up. Somebody get me something to put in her mouth."
Rhonda screamed louder at the thought of having her mouth stuffed some more. Her mouth was already aching from the scarf wedged inside and the one tied between her teeth.
"I got an idea," said Roxy. "You can use my panties. I won�t be needing them for the next few hours," she said with a wink.
Rhonda almost died when she heard that. "Panties? They wouldn�t dare put that girl�s panties in my mouth, would they?" she thought.
"Hey, that�s a great idea Roxy. Give �um here," said Billy.
Roxy reached under her own mini-skirt and pulled down her black satin bikini panties. She stepped out of them and handed them to Billy.
"I hope our cheerleader doesn�t mind that I�ve been wearing those for a few days."
Rhonda was already squirming in her chair, frantically struggling to get loose. She yanked desperately at her bonds hoping to get free before those panties found her lips. She could just imagine how bad worn panties would taste. She decided she preferred the taste of the two scarves. But she had no way of voicing her opinion.
A long minute went by. Rhonda only heard giggling and chuckling. She wondered what they were doing. She knew she wasn�t going to like it. Then she felt hands tugging at the knot behind her head. The scarf that was tied between her teeth was removed. She groaned loudly as her jaw muscles were finally able to relax. Then she felt those hands on her shoulders, grabbing both bra straps and pulling them down. The front of her bra was jerked down sharply freeing both breasts. Then came a sharp pinch on her right nipple from someone�s fingers. Rhonda cried out in pain, and before she knew what happened, the sodden scarf in her mouth was yanked out. Rhonda opened her mouth wider and began screaming, but the satin panties were quickly stuffed in, cutting it off.
"AAAHHHHmmmm� Ggggg... ahhhggg.. Mmmmmpphh�"
Rhonda almost gagged when the soiled cotton crotch was pressed against her tongue. Billy laughed in amusement as Rhonda�s face wrinkled up in revulsion at the taste. He had turned the crotch inside out for her "enjoyment".
"There you go cunt. I knew you�d like the taste of pussy."
The black satin was soft and clingy and it wrapped itself around her tongue when Rhonda pushed against it. Then she felt the wet scarf following the panties into her mouth. Rhonda tried to bite down on the fingers pushing it in, but the wad of panties kept her from clamping down her teeth very hard. Helplessly, she was forced to take the scarf in too. The panties were pushed to the back of her mouth, threatening to choke her. The scarf wouldn�t go all the way in at first, so Billy used his thumb to repeatedly poke at the scarf until it was past her teeth. Rhonda�s whimpering was silenced as her cheeks bulged to take in all the packing.
"Mmmmmm� mmmmpphh"
Her moaning was barely audible now. Then the roll of duct tape was brought out. Billy tore a six-inch piece off the roll and moved around behind Rhonda. He pulled her head back by the chin and held her head against his stomach. Pulling as hard as he could on her chin, he forced her mouth to squeeze shut on the panties and scarf. He slapped the piece of duct tape over her lips. He pressed it down tightly with his thumbs. Then he took the roll and wrapped more tape around her head and over her mouth several times. Rhonda grunted and groaned, her hands writhing uselessly behind her. The others watched as Rhonda's knees flapped up and down spasmodically as the tape was pulled tightly around her head three times before being torn off.
Rhonda gave a defiant grunt when he finally finished and released his grip. The panties and scarf were now completely sealed in under the three layers of gray tape. Rhonda grunted and moaned as she struggled against the packing. She tried to swallow but the panties moved into the top of her throat and started to choke her. She tossed her head around violently fighting the gag. Finally she was able to use her tongue to free her throat of the panties. She continued moaning and whimpering under the tape, unable to get her mouth comfortable around the heavy packing.
Rhonda didn�t like this gag any better than the previous one. Sure it didn�t hurt nearly as much, but her mouth was over-stuffed and the satin panties weren�t very palatable. Now she couldn�t pull her lips apart. She could only breath through her nose. Rhonda felt even more helpless now. Someone pinched her nipples again, hard. She screamed as loud as she could behind the tape, but it only came through as soft mewing.
"There, that�s much better," said Billy. "Hey, whatcha got there? Is that a porn movie?"
Joey had started a videotape while Rhonda was being gagged. He was hoping to distract them.
"Yeah, it belongs to my brother. Michael and I found it earlier today. It�s how I got the idea to tie up Rhonda. You gotta see the chick in this movie. Her tits are even bigger than Rhonda�s."
Rhonda heard them all sit down on the sofa to watch the movie as they left her alone to enjoy her new gag. She heard the whiskey bottles opened and poured into the glasses. She slumped back on the chair, exhausted and defeated. She was still crying but there weren�t any more tears left. She had been humiliated to no end. Her panty-covered crotch was openly displayed, her bra was pulled down exposing her large breasts, and now she was forced to hold a pair of panties in her mouth. Blindfolded and vulnerable, she didn�t think things could get any worse. Or could they?
Rhonda sat helplessly in the chair. She was blindfolded and gagged with duct tape. Roxy�s panties and a scarf were inside her mouth pressing against her tongue and bulging out her cheeks. She was bound tightly to the chair in her mini skirt, with her ankles crossed and tied to the rung in front, keeping her knees from closing. Her wrists and elbows were tied together behind the back of the chair, and her arms were tied down to the sides of the chair. She had lost her blouse and now her bra was pulled down off her shoulders and in front. Her large breasts jiggled freely when she squirmed.
Billy and his gang were on the sofa watching the porno movie that Joey had found earlier. They were drinking whiskey, laughing, and shouting. They were having a great time enjoying the tits displayed on TV and on Rhonda. Rhonda was not having a good time. She tossed her head around from time to time whimpering and moaning. She just couldn�t get used to the gag. The panties tasted awful and her whole mouth was crammed with the packing. She could barely get enough oxygen by breathing through her nose. She felt so embarrassed knowing that her breasts were naked and her crotch exposed. Her arms and legs ached from the tight bondage and her exhaustive struggling. She hoped this ordeal would end soon.
About half way through the movie Rhonda began noticing a strange odor. It grew stronger and stronger as the minutes passed by. It started to make her feel a little light-headed. That�s when she realized it was the smell of marijuana!
�Those kids are smoking pot!� she thought. �They�re probably drunk already and now they�re getting high. I hope Joey isn�t doing it too. He�s only 12. I wonder where Michael went.�
Rhonda, as their baby-sitter, was still concerned for both of them. But she was unable to do anything. She just sat and listened to the party going on around her. After several minutes she heard Billy speak out.
�Why don�t we let our new playmate have a smoke of this stuff too? I�ll bet she�ll like it.�
Rhonda had never smoked marijuana before. She had tried cigarettes but she didn�t like the taste. She twisted and squirmed, anxiously wishing she could avoid just one of their cruel desires. Billy came up next to her and pulled out his pocketknife.
�Hold still cunt. I�m gonna poke a hole in your gag with my knife. If you don�t want the blade going through your lip you�ll do as I say.�
Saying that, he opened the blade and pulled Rhonda�s head back by her hair. Rhonda whimpered loudly but kept still. Her lips were trembling under the tape as he pressed the point through the center.
�mmmmmm� MMMMMM!!!�
Rhonda squealed when she felt the metal blade poke her lower lip.
�Hold still, damn it!�
He tightened his grip in her hair and rotated the blade making a small circular hole. When he finished, he pulled the knife away, and a tiny trickle of blood flowed from Rhonda�s lip. Her lips had been pressed together so tight by the tape that there hadn�t been enough room for the blade to fit between them. Billy�s knife had jabbed a small whole in her lower lip.
�Shit, she�s bleeding a little. � Now hold still a moment and I�ll get it to stop,� he said kindly.
Rhonda grunted angrily. She didn�t want him touching her, but she held still anyway. Billy put the knife down and pressed his hand tightly against her lip to stop the bleeding. After a few minutes he pulled his hand away. Rhonda tried breathing through the new hole and was able to get a little bit more air. She still couldn�t move her lips though.
�Give me one of those special ones. Yeah, she�ll like this. Here bitch, get a drag of this.�
Billy pushed the joint through the hole and forced it between her lips. Rhonda jerked her head away, which sent the joint flying across the floor. Billy angrily grabbed her hair and jerked her head back to him forcefully.
�Get back here bitch!� he snarled. �I�m givin� you some good stuff and you�re trying to pull away! I oughtta fuck you up! Now hold still and enjoy it.�
Roxy retrieved the joint for Billy. Billy clamped one arm around Rhonda�s head and pinched her nose shut. Rhonda whimpered weakly in his vice like grip. He held the joint steady between her lips while Roxy lit it up. Then he waited for her to breathe through it.
Rhonda held her breath. She tried to twist away, but he was too strong for her. He was holding her nose really tight and she knew she would have to take a breath soon. Reluctantly she took a pull on the joint.
Billy saw the tip flare up for a moment. He released her nose just long enough for her to exhale the smoke through it. Then he pinched it closed again. Rhonda whimpered helplessly as he forced her to take another pull. Trembling under his powerful arms, Rhonda cried as Billy held her in this position for several minutes. He repeated the process of opening and closing her nose until the joint was nearly gone. After a while Rhonda�s muscles had no more tension. Her head was spinning from the effect of the drug. There was something much stronger than marijuana in that joint. She felt so relaxed and dreamy. The pain in her arms and legs was slowly drifting away. She breathed deeper as she continued to smoke the joint. �This feels good!� she thought. She didn�t realize that Billy wasn�t holding her head anymore. Rhonda�s head lolled over to the side with the joint still between her lips.
�Hey she likes it!� someone shouted.
�This feels good!� Rhonda thought.
Rhonda had no idea where she was anymore or what was happening. She felt her mind drifting away from all her troubles. Her body felt so good. Someone�s hands were on her naked breasts, kneading them.
�This feels good!� Rhonda thought.
Fingers were running over her nipples, stimulating them until they stiffened. She felt her skirt being unzipped by someone behind her but she didn�t care anymore. She moaned softly and even raised her hips as they pulled her skirt down. The cool air made her hot body tingle. Billy ran his fingers over the front of her thong panty. Her pussy was starting to get wet. Rhonda�s head was swimming in delight.
Rhonda cooed softly as she opened her knees wider not realizing what she was doing. Billy rubbed her pussy through the thin nylon as Rhonda gave in to the sexual desire that was rising inside her. She threw her head back in ecstasy, and flapped her knees open and close in rhythm with Billy�s fingers. Billy only paused for a moment to remove his pants and underwear. Then he began stroking Rhonda�s panties again with one hand while fisting his cock with the other. Rhonda moaned louder as his fingers moved faster and faster over her mound.
After a few more minutes Rhonda was getting wild with excitement. She was thrusting her pelvis up and down against Billy�s fingers. Her breasts bounced in rhythm with her gyrating hips. Her moans grew louder and louder as her orgasm came closer and closer. The chair was bouncing and creaking with each thrust of her hips.
Billy stopped and grabbed the waist of her panties. He tugged on the thong and pulled it off her loins. The silky nylon slid down her thighs revealing Rhonda�s blond thatch of pubic hair now glistening with moisture. The panties joined her skirt around her bound ankles. Rhonda thrust out her naked pussy eagerly, moaning for more attention as she mouthed the panties and scarf under the tape. Billy�s fingers touched her pussy once more. Rhonda moaned deeply as his fingers entered her.
�MMMMAHHHHHHHHH�. MMMMMMM�.�
�This feels good!� she thought.
Rhonda�s breasts heaved rapidly as she panted and snorted through her nose. She started thrusting again with an even greater force than before. Billy pumped his two fingers in and out so hard that her pussy made a slapping sound against his knuckles. She was grunting in rhythm with each stroke. Billy couldn�t hold back any longer, he was about to explode.
�Ohhhhh�. Yeahh�. Baby here it comes!�
Billy pulled his fingers out of Rhonda�s pussy. This caused a loud groan of disappointment to eminent from under the tape on her mouth. Billy used his knife to cut the ropes around her ankles. Rhonda kicked off her skirt and thong that were dangling from her ankles and opened her legs wide. She moaned for Billy to enter her as she pushed her cunt forward. Billy grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. He started to lower himself onto her when he was interrupted by Joey�s shout of surprise.
�Shit! My parents just pulled in!� Joey shouted. �You gotta stop and get out of here! Why the hell are they home so early?�
�Damn it! I was just about to cum inside her.�
Billy wasn�t about to let his orgasm get away. He stood up and finished himself off with a few quick jerks of his hand. His cum shot out and hit the seat of the chair, just inches away from Rhonda�s gyrating pelvis. Rhonda was still thrusting her torso up and down in the air. She wanted release too, but there was nothing she could do to get it. She groaned with a new frustration and tried to rub her pussy against the chair. She squeezed her thighs together and lifted her knees up and down trying to rub herself. She was desperate to reach an orgasm. But she couldn�t make it happen.
�What the fuck are we going to do?� yelled Lorenzo.
�You guys grab our stuff and get out. I�ll take care of miss pompoms here. Joey, go meet your parents and stall them. I need like 5 minutes,� ordered Billy.
Billy pulled on his pants and grabbed his knife. He began slashing the ropes holding Rhonda�s upper body to the chair. He cut the ropes on her arms and wrists. Rhonda was still high from the drugs and sexual stimulation. Her limbs were exhausted and sore from the ropes. She didn�t resist as he picked up her clothes and drug her down the hall and into a bedroom.
Roxy gathered up the rope while Lorenzo got the glasses and bottles. Tom�s fingers fumbled with the buttons as he hastily tried to remove the videotape from the VCR. Finally he got it out and stumbled after the other two as they ran out of the house. Joey met his parents in the garage at the rear of the house.
Billy dumped Rhonda�s naked body onto the bed and dropped her clothes on the floor. He cut and tore the tape from her lips and pulled out the scarf and panties. He used his knife to cut the duct tape off her eyes. He yanked and yanked at the sticky tape, trying to unglue it from her hair. Rhonda yelped in pain as some of her hair was pulled out. Realizing this was taking too long; he used his knife and cut pieces of Rhonda�s hair until all the tape was removed. Rhonda fell back onto the bed moaning as she fingered herself. She still wanted to bring about her orgasm, but it was quickly fading.
�Ohhh� Touch me please. Make me cum� Ohhhhh�� she moaned frantically, still delirious.
Billy heard Joey and his parents enter the house.
�Where the hell is that babysitter? I�m gonna kill her for letting Michael outside after dark. What the hell is that smell Joey?� shouted Mr. Thompson angrily.
�I don�t smell nothing,� lied Joey.
�Have you been smoking? Where is that girl? Damn it! Who the hell are you?�
Billy had entered the TV room from the bedroom and coolly faced an irate Mr. Thompson. Mrs. Thompson didn�t look happy either but she stood by quietly with a look of fear on her face as she watched her husband. Billy got the feeling that she had seen Mr. Thompson�s rage before and knew to stay out of the way.
�Rhonda�s in the bedroom resting. She had a little too much fun. I�m her boyfriend William. Nice to meet you sir.� Billy held out his hand for a shake but Mr. Thompson ignored it and stepped past him.
�I told that girl she wasn�t allowed to have any friends over. RHONDA GET OUT HERE NOW!!!!!� he shouted.
They heard the sound of someone stumbling and then the door of the bedroom slowly opened. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson and Joey all watched in surprise, with their mouths hanging open, as a naked Rhonda stumbled into the hall. She took a staggered step forward and then collapsed against the wall nearly falling over. She moaned as her head was spinning from the drug. She had no idea where she was.
�Ohhhh� touch me�� she rubbed her pussy with one hand as she tried to focus on the blurry figures watching her.
�Where am I?� she said weakly, obviously unaware that she was standing there naked in front of her boss.
Mr. Thompson lost it. He marched down the hall and grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the TV room. He ignored the fact that this 18-year old cheerleader was buck-naked. Her breasts jiggled as he shook her and yelled in her face.
�What the hell is the matter with you? I told you to never have people over! And why are you fucking your boyfriend in my bedroom! Can�t you find someplace else to do it?"
Rhonda looked at him with a confused look in her eyes. Her head drooped forward as it looked like she would pass out. Rhonda only groaned in response to his questions. Mr. Thompson grabbed her blond hair in his fist and snapped her head back.
�What the hell is wrong with you? Have you been doing drugs?�
�I feel good. Please touch me and make me cum.� She moaned and rubbed her body against Mr. Thompson�s. She looked up at him with blurry red eyes and tried to smile. Rhonda was still eager to get fucked.
Mr. Thompson�s face turned dark red from rage. Unable to hold back his fury any longer, he spun Rhonda around and pulled both of her arms behind her. He lifted her wrists up high with one hand and bent her over the back of the same chair that she had just been tied to. Rhonda�s naked ass quivered in the air as she stood on her tiptoes with her face pushed into the seat of the chair. Mr. Thompson raised his hand to spank her.
�George, what are you doing?� Mrs. Thompson called from behind him.
SLAP� SLAP�. SLAP�
�Owww! Owww! Owww!� Rhonda wailed helplessly as Mr. Thompson spanked Rhonda�s naked ass with his bare hand, right in front of his wife and son.
SLAP� SLAP� SLAP�
Rhonda could smell the scent of her pussy where she had been sitting. Her long blond hair dangled in the puddle of cum that Billy had left. Rhonda screamed in pain as her eyes began to water from the harsh and unexpected spanking.
SLAP�
�Ahhhheeee!�
SLAP�
�Owwwwmm!�
SLAP�
�Ohhhhahhh!�
�George, stop it! You�re hurting her!� Mr. Thompson�s wife yelled as she grabbed his arm.
�Let go of me Gina! This girl needs to be taught a lesson.�
George Thompson shrugged off his wife�s hand and continued Rhonda�s spanking.
SLAP� SLAP�
�I�ll teach you to smoke pot and drink in my house!�
SLAP�
�You filthy little whore, I�ll teach you to have sex in my bed.�
SLAP�
�Owwwww!!!� �Owwwwww!!!� �That hurts, stop it!� Rhonda moaned, as her ass was bright red.
SLAP� SLAP� SLAP� SLAP�
�Ohhh..mmmmm� Please stop!�
SLAP� SLAP..
She was crying now from the pain of her burning ass cheeks. Joey watched in fascination as the cheerleader�s pretty little ass wiggled and squirmed in an effort to avoid his dad�s firm hand. He grinned, as there was no escape. Rhonda�s buttocks were red all over and her thighs were trembling. Joey could see her tight little cunt quivering between her legs with every swat. He licked his lips and rubbed himself inadvertently through his pants. Joey turned to look at Billy and realized his friend was already gone. Billy had taken the opportunity to depart while everyone�s attention was focused on the naked girl getting spanked. Joey looked out the window and saw the gang drive off.
�George, stop it. You�ve done enough! Let her go!�
Mrs. Thompson was again pleading with her husband. She didn�t grab his arm this time. She stood in front of them and begged him to stop. Finally Mr. Thompson had released enough of his rage. He ended the poor girl�s humiliation and let her go. Rhonda slumped to the floor, naked and sobbing. She rubbed her sore ass and then curled up into a ball. Her hair was wet and sticky from cum as it dangled in her face. She held one arm over her breasts and put her other hand over her pussy in an attempt to cover herself up. She was afraid to look up at Mr. Thompson as he continued to berate her. She just wanted to be left alone.
�I hope you�ve learned your lesson, you little slut. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for what you�ve done. Having sex in front of my boys. What a disgrace. I lost all my respect for you. I used to think you were a good young lady. But now I see you�ve become nothing but a whore who can�t keep her clothes on. You can forget about being paid for tonight. I ought to turn you in to the police for corrupting minors and doing drugs. I�m going to tell your father about this. He�ll probably tan your hide some more when you get home. Now get the hell out of here!�
Rhonda cried bitterly. She hadn�t done anything wrong and now her life was ruined. She had been bound, drugged, abused, and nearly raped. Then she had been humiliated by being spanked naked in front of everyone. She couldn�t believe they actually blamed her. She just wanted this nightmare to end.
�P-P-P-lease�� she sobbed. �P-P-lease Mr. Thompson� I ��
She looked up at him with tears streaming down her pretty face. Her cum soaked hair framing her flushed cheeks. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak.
�Please� I didn�t��
Mr. Thompson glared down at her with disgust still on his face.
�I said get out! Grab your clothes and get out of here. I don�t want you around my boys ever again.�
Rhonda�s shoulders shook as she cried bitterly. She looked around the room through tear filled eyes and searched for her clothes. She had no idea where they ended up. Mrs. Thompson noticed her plight and took pity on her. She went into the bedroom and found Rhonda�s clothes on the floor. She gathered them up and brought them out to Rhonda.
�Here you go honey, you left them in the bedroom. George, you and Joey go check on Michael. I�ll help Rhonda get herself together.�
Mr. Thompson turned away from the girl. He was still angry about what he thought went on. Joey was staring at Rhonda�s jiggling tits as Mrs. Thompson helped Rhonda to her feet. Mr. Thompson grabbed Joey�s arm and pulled him away from the show.
�Let�s go, I want to have a word with you too boy.�
Mrs. Thompson helped Rhonda get dressed.
�Are you OK? I�m sorry for the way my husband treated you. He gets really angry sometimes.�
Rhonda sniffled a weak reply, �Please, just let me go home.�
Mrs. Thompson nodded and gave her a pat on the shoulder.
�It�ll be all right, just go home and get some sleep. Thanks for all your help.�
Rhonda just stared at the floor as she walked stiffly out the door. She saw another car pull in the driveway and park behind her car. It was Jason. He got out of the car and walked towards her. Rhonda hesitated. She had waited so long to be this close with the boy of her dreams. But now a part of her blamed him for everything that just happened. It was his video and bondage material the boys had found. She looked up at him as he drew close. She saw him staring at her large breasts with the same look that Joey did earlier. Rhonda burst into tears again and pushed past him. She ran to her car and drove off as quickly as she could. Her life had been devastated.
