Part Five
Those girls were back. What could they do to me next? 'This is all in the interests of education,' I thought. 'Don't they teach girls anything practically useful like needlework or cookery any more?' It was a useful way of calming myself down, being detatched from the process.
It helped when the terrible trio picked up their materials from the table. Reels and reels of bondage tape, with which they proceeded to mummify me after releasing me from the agonising hogtie. They stood me up and quickly covered me in red, blue and pink tape up to my neck. In minutes I was a rigid bundle, which was duly photographed and videoed. Miss Dean and Miss Page seemed delighted with their students, who smirked as they lifted me onto the table again.
'Well done girls - I think you'll all deserve an A-grade pass',' smiled Miss Page. In fact, this work is so good, I think the rest of the class should see it.'
She made a call on her mobile phone, and within minutes, twenty girls were in the room, looking at my prone body on the table. My embarrassment wasn't obvious - what could be? - but underneath the heavy black hood I was blushing as red as the tape.
Miss Dean then wheeled in a TV and plugged in her digital camera. 'Girls, time to see how Miss Bond became so beautifully bound. Watch and learn.' She removed my leather blindfold, and then, the girls and I - straining to look - then saw moving images of me being tied, gagged, wrapped. I couldn't believe it was me. 'Remove Veronica's hood and earplugs, Miss Dean,' said Miss Page. 'Shame not to let her get the full advantage of this.'
The hood was unlaced and earplugs removed. My beetroot red face and damp hair peeked out from above the mass of bandages and I felt really stupid as the girls momentarily looked at the real me, not the one on TV. I was amazed to hear the noises I'd been making in my bondage. What had been the point in trying to talk -but it didn't stop me from mmmphing for my country.
At least there was applause at the end.'Real textbook stuff,' praised Miss Page. 'Now, all you girls can go, except you, Veronica. Not that you can, my little victim!'
The girls trooped out, leaving me and the Marms. They brought in the plastic chair from the next room, dragged me to my feet and cut off the tape with swift and practiced hands. They then sat me in the chair, and Miss Dean said. 'Now we need to find out what you thought of all that,' as Miss Page began to unwrap the bandage. I looked up at her gratefully. 'Ah, so sweet!' she said. 'Lovely pleading eyes, just like a puppy,'
'er ut ap!' I exclaimed as the cleave was removed. 'Don't tell me to shut up, Veronica. That's so rude! More rope, please Miss Dean'.
And so I was viciously trussed to the chair and a tight OTM silk scarf gag applied. Miles of rope around my body, legs immovable. 'You asked for that, it's your own fault. We'll leave you to reflect on your bad behaviour and come back later. Maybe,' said Miss Page, whose last action was to pull the black headbag over my head and leave me in the dark. How long for. Who knew? An hour? Two?
All I could think about was what had just happened -and how numb my hands behind my back were becoming. Unbelievable. Tied so many ways, silenced, and not a damn thing I could do about it.
'Will you be a good girl now Veronica,' said Miss Dean from nowhere. I nodded theatrically. 'Good.' The headbag was removed, then the gagging scarves. I coughed as they came off. My mouth felt awful and my jaw ached as if it'd been dislocated. I moved it around to get some feeling back and accepted a drink of water.
'Now for an assessement,' said Miss Page, checking her clipboard. 'How humiliated did you feel,on a scale of one to ten?'
'Ten, of course,' I muttered. Miss P made notes.
'And how painful were the ropes?'
'Ten.'
'And gags?'
'Eleven.'
'Oh, excellent! So, a totally embarrassing and painful experience all round then?'
The words 'what do you think?' popped into my head, but I didn't want to end up even more roped up than I was as a punishment for being 'rude', so I just nodded.
'Very good. Well, I think our work is done, so back to your hotel for some relaxation. I think you deserve it.'
It took at least five minutes to untie me. It felt very strange to be able to move my limbs, and I was told the walk back to the hotel would do me good. It would have been nicer if I could see the view, but the headbag was back on. I was escorted by Miss Dean and Miss Page who took an arm each and talked amongst themselves. I didn't feel like joining in, frankly.
We arrived at reception. 'Goodbye Veronica,' said Miss Page. 'Thank you for your help, it is so valuable. The girls will be very grateful.'
'I'm sure,' I said with a thinly-disguised sneer. And so more arms guided me to my room. 'Lie on the bed,' said a new voice. As I did, I felt a cuff snapped onto my ankle. I lay rigid. 'When I've gone, you can take that thing off your head.'
When I did, I saw I'd been chained to the bed with a two foot chain, padlocked to my ankle. I couldn't go far. But I didn't want to, I was so tired. I dropped off almost instantly, and dreamt I saw a man - a man, on this island of women! - look quickly at me through the windows of my room, and move off into the trees. I woke up four hours later, feeling hungry and angry. It was now 8pm. Had I spent the whole day at that bloody school?
What would happen next? And that dream seemed pretty real to me...could that mystery man be my knight in shining armour who could save me from all this?