Part Four
Because I could now see the alarm clock beside my bed, I could see the time I'd spent bound to the chair and gagged pass minute by minute. The maids who'd tied me had left the room at 11.04am, and it was now 1.32pm.
I was now very, very tired. There's only so much struggling and mmmphing you can do, especially when from the outset you know it's futile. Watching myself in the mirror was an interesting exercise;it was very abstract, like watching someone else - watching an animated Klaw photo of a dark haired bound heroine with miles of rope around her body, with a Dominic Wolfe-strength gag rendering her totally speechless. How modern.
Time began to drag. I despaired of ever being set free again, but at 1.36, the door opened, released by a flustered Miss Irving, followed by those maids again.
'You stupid girls, you've messed up the students' exams again!' she exclaimed. 'Good job Miss Bond will understand the importance of girls' education! You do, don't you my dear?' she said, addressing me.
I nodded. Best to say yes, whatever it was.
'The College for Girls on the island needs a bit of help, and I'm sure you'll be more than willing to help with their exams,won't you?' Thoughts of invigilating an exam passed swiftly through my head - very swiftly. I knew that being tied and gagged would be on the timetable for me.
'Hurry up; we've only got half an hour to get her there!' barked Miss Irving as the maids began to undo what they'd done 90 minutes earlier. The sticky bandage was unwound, uncomfortably, from my face. The tape was ripped off with an 'awwphg!' from me, and finally those napkins, sodden with saliva. I wanted to shout out, but my jaw was aching so much that it was easier just to manipulate it back into place. The ropes were untied - they'd certainly been skilfully tied, as I had lost very little circulation.
'Shower and change into these clothes, now!' instructed Miss Irving, as the maids left the room. I was passed what appeared to be the gym kit I'd worn at school 15 years ago. A pair of big, navy blue knickers and a white cotton shirt with a V-neck in that horrible fabric, Aertex, plus a pair of white plimsolls.
'What's this?' I asked.
'Don't ask. Just do it.'
So I did. Minutes later I emerged looking like a very curvaceous 16 year old. I noticed the maids had now brought in a stretcher to my room, with the restraints normally used for prisoners' wrists and ankles strapped to it.
'Now, Miss Bond, you tell us what happens next. I'm sure you've had enough practice by now.'
I sighed. 'Now you will strap me to the stretcher and....take me back to school?'
'Very good, Veronica. Now lie down and make yourself comfy.' I followed orders - I was good at that now, funny how I was used to barking the orders in my job -and the brown restraints were swiftly buckled around my ankles and wrists.
'What happens next, Miss Irviaaauggh?' What happened next was a medium sized ballgag thrust into my mouth and buckled swiftly, followed by a new element in my bondage, a black Lycra head-bag that clung to my face yet totally obscured my vision.
I felt the stretcher being wheeled out of the room, then, I guessed, towards reception. It was lifted off the ground, into a vehicle which moved off and took me on another blindfolded journey. It seemed just minutes later that the engine stopped and the restraints undone.
'Roll onto your front.' barked Blondie. As I did,she snapped handcuffs onto my wrists. 'Now sit up.' She helped me out of the van, and led me out into the warm afternoon. I heard myself go into a building, and into what sounded like a small room.
'Sit there and wait.' I was led to a plastic chair, and heard the door lock. Ten minutes, I guess, later, someone came in and removed the headbag. I hoped the gag would follow, but no.
The woman in the room was your typical middle aged school marm - hair in a bun, glasses, blouse, cardigan, plaid skirt and sensible shoes, carrying a clipboard.
'So nice to see you properly dressed, we at the College do value proper uniform - and proper restraint!' she said laughing at her own small joke.
I glared at her. 'Now Veronica, we don't like that!' It didn't stop me looking at her with contempt, but she continued. 'Well, even though you are clearly a bad influence, I am glad you've been so public spirited to offer to help our senior girls out with their CBG Final Exams.'
What offer? I had no choice. 'CBG?' I asked. Though of course it sounded like 'au au au?' but marm understood.
'Capturing, Binding and Gagging, of course! They study this to an advanced level, and this is their final exam. I won't tell you exactly what happens - you musn't know otherwise our girls won't be properly tested - but you will be the lucky recipient of the skills they've been taught here to a world-class standard. Feel free to struggle, as it's the best way for them to learn.'
A second door to the room unlocked. 'Time to get you settled. Off we go,' said the teacher, helping me up and leading me into the next room. It was large and pure white, and contained a single mattress on the floor,and a flat bed covered with a white sheet, the kind you'd find in a doctor's consulting room. There was a table at the side covered with what appeared to be miles of white cotton rope, bandages, scarves, reels of duct tape, a coloured translucent tape I hadn't seen before, ballgags, leather blindfolds. This was clearly the exam regulation stuff - binding rules, I thought to myself.
'I am Miss Page, and myself and my colleague Miss Dean will be observing the exam. So we'll be sitting in -you don't mind if we video and photograph your ordeal, it is all in the interests of education, you know.'
Ordeal! Christ, hadn't I had enough? And all these people looking at me...humiliating.
'Ready, Veronica?' asked Miss Page as Miss Dean -identically clad - entered the room and unbuckled my ballgag and uncuffed my wrists. As I rubbed them, another four girls entered the room. Wearing regulation school uniforms, but much, much shorter plaid kilts than usual, they must have been in their early twenties, and had a killer glint in their eyes.
I panicked. What was I supposed to do? Just give in to these young things? I was stuck to the floor in fear, but when Miss Page uttered the words 'Girls, you may begin now,' I ran for the back wall of the room. Pathetic really, where was there to escape to?
Two girls came for me. The other two headed for the table, selecting scarves and rope for starters. I was grabbed by my arms by two little girls, who were a LOT stronger than they looked, and held still, though I struggled as much as I could. I tried to kick out, but a tall blonde girl, at least six feet tall, came up and looked me right in the face.
'Stop it. Now.'
'Shut up! Leave me alone!' I cried, only to have my voice muffled by a handgag from the fourth girl. I noticed all this was being videoed by an approving Miss Dean, and captured - ha ha! - on a digital camera by Miss Page.
The handgag was pretty effective. I tried to talk, but the girl had a grip of iron. 'Open wide, prisoner!' roared the Amazon, as Gag Girl took her hand away, but then squeezed the corners of my mouth so my lips opened like a bird's beak. Through that tiny hole, Amazon began to stuff my mouth with a blue silk scarf, a task becoming easier as my mouth was crammed full. A second scarf entered, invading my cheeks roughly, then Gag Girl let go and, as expected, tied a cleave layer around my head. I glared at the girls, ummphed and mmmphed and aaarghed, calling them bitches, pleading to stop as I struggled and bucked in the other girls' grip.
Once I was gagged to their satisfaction, I was wrestled to the floor and held down on the mattress, on my front, by two girls, whilst one held my wrists together palm to palm behind my back. Amazon then cinched my wrists with rope and tied it off. All four girls then backed off, laughing. I lay prone, starting to sob. Tears started to roll down my face, but I soon realised that if I cried, I might stifle myself,so I managed to gain control. I buried my face in the mattress and wanted to die.
After five or so minutes, I tried to sit up. 'I woudn't do that if I were you!' laughed a red haired girl, who led the march of the others onto my body. They tied my ankles and knees with military precision and stood back again to admire their handiwork. I struggled and mmmphed, not wanting to let them know I'd given in to them, but they just laughed.
'Time up for part one of the exam girls,' said Miss Page, clicking a stopwatch. 'Do leave the room and we'll call you back'.
The girls trooped out, leaving Miss Page and Miss Dean alone with me. They checked my bonds. I hadn't taken much notice of the knots used, and didn't understand the terms they used. All I knew was they were running their hands all over the ropes, and they found them 'very good, nice and tight. There's no way the victim can move. And such a nice way of grabbing her, a real sense of contempt and bullying, don't you think, Miss Dean?'
'Hmm, the gag's a little loose, though.' I hrummphed with contempt through the silks. 'Veronica, if you think it's too loose, you only have to tell me.'
'Mphlgl arrgh nrargle' I said through jacked-open jaws. 'Yes, too loose. We'll sort it out in part two, then onto part three.'
Oh God, two AND three? How much longer?
Miss Page took pictures of my bonds, in close up, then of my full body. Finally, she snapped my gagged face, cleave biting into the corners of my mouth and eyes full of anger. 'Do calm down Veronica, you do have some way to go yet, and it's all in the interests of a good bondage education.'
She then got the girls back, and switched the video back on. 'Now for part two; do remember what you've learned.'
The four girls took a limb each, and almost effortlessly, lifted me onto the table. I felt more humiliated there, closer to them, lying on my stomach. They then manoevered me into a sitting position, examining my gag closely.
'Not tight enough really is it?'
'This'll help.' And the bandage wrap, tightly pulled around, pulling my cheeks and compacting them, making them bulge, did. And yet another new device was added to my head bondage by these girls, something I later knew was a Gwen Hood. Firstly, they slipped earplugs into my ears, muffling my ears the way they had muffled my lips. The black hood was put onto my head, loose at first, but form fitting once laced into place. All but my eyes and nose disappeared and I felt helpless, especially as the mask fit right up to my nostrils, making breathing seem difficult.The fight had all gone out of me, so it was easy for the girls to place me back on my stomach, tie a short length of rope to my ankle bonds and attach that to my wrist ties. Hogtie time.
God it hurt. My head pulled up so I could breathe, my arms strained, my legs ached. I had to concentrate, seemingly to keep alive. And cleverly, I couln't try and roll onto my side, as the table was so narrow that if I'd tried, I'd have fallen off.
So I lay, truly trussed and simply silenced, deeply deafened. The flash went off, capturing images of my immobile body and face. I could imagine these shots on film and video, my straining body and deformed face with tearful eyes determined not to cry.
The teachers were commenting, patting my head and squeezing my already compacted cheeks. Of course,I couldn't hear anything. Were the girls doing well? The way I felt, it seemed so. I'd give them a grade A pass for CBG, that's for sure.
I saw Miss Page gesture at me. She slowly mouthed the words 'Part Three soon, Veronica!' Was I supposed to be excited? Parts one and Two were bad enough, but Three implied something different. And worse. I screamed silently into the scarves, cleave, bandages and suffocating hood for someone to release me, and Miss Page noticed these silent contortions.
'Now Veronica, it's not over yet. It's not over. Be a good girl and behave for us and you'll be free to enjoy you're holiday. I happen to know that Miss Irving understands your special needs and has arranged a few extras that you will find very much to your tastes for later in your break.
'But for your - and the girls - sake, we need to complete this exam. Be patient and part Three will follow in about ten minutes. We need to assess your struggling capacity first, so feel free to test those bonds.'
Struggling to order, that was a laugh! I tried. I could move my fingers a little, and wiggle my hips, oh, and raise and lower my head with a strained mmmph. These girls were good...
'Now look at me Veronica,' said Miss Page, snapping away. I looked very cross. 'I think a blindfold is due.' And with that, she took a leather blindfold and strapped it across my eyes, leaving just a nose poking out of the mask.
I mmphed and gnarred in panic. 'Calm down and you'll be fine. Now just wait until the girls are ready for the next test. You'll like it. It's a bit more relaxed but different again. Variety is the spice of life, Veronica!'
What on earth could be next? I couldn't even imagine, but in my blinded,deafened, immobile and mute state, all I could do was imagine. And it wasn't very pleasant...