Natasha was sitting in the kitchen of her home, staring lazily out the window onto the green hills and jagged hills of the Lake District. She was still wearing the uniform of her boarding school, Lady Damsons College for Women, it consisted of a grey pleated skirt, matched with grey knee length socks and a white blouse, to which the pupil could add an optional neck tie. Natasha didn't like the uniform, however the socks did show off her beautifully slim legs. In fact Natasha was a real beauty, envied by most of the girls in her year, she had blond hair, that twisted its was in lovely curls down to her shoulder. She also had a narrow face, with quite a pointy chin, along with brown eyes and thin curving eyebrows that flicked up at the end closest to the nose, her nose was quite an angular feature, that broke up the face. She also had lovely lips, that were just the right thickness. On her feet she wore a pair of Clarkes black leather velcro school shoes.
She'd been sitting there, iddly flicking through a magazine, when she heard a thud, coming form the front door. She slid off the chair heading for the source of the noise. She plodded down the hall, not nervous as she thought something had fallen over. She reached the hall, looking around she could see everything was in order.....strange. She then looked at the front door, that was still shut. Then a hand suddenly clamped down over her mouth. Natasha screamed, HMMMFFFFFF! 'Who the fuck are you!?' A gruff voice asked. Natasha stayed silent, she couldn't answer as the hand over her mouth stopped her. The man with the hand over Natasha's mouth looked at her then to his companion, both of whom were wearing balaclavas, 'Crap she's the girl, the one you said wouldn't be home!'
The companion replied 'I didn't realise how close to the end of term we were!' At which point Natasha felt herself being dragged backwards towards the stairs. The two men carried her up the stairs and to her room.
Once they were in her room the one with the hand over her mouth said 'Listen, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, you scream we hurt you, got it?' Natasha grunted, showing she did. The man took his hand away, then shoved her to the floor.Then the man asked 'How old are you?' Natasha didn't know if she should reply, but then she decided she should. Stammering she said 'I'm 15, please don't hurt me,' The men looked at each other, Natasha prayed, hoping they wouldn't hurt her. 'Ok, tie her up,' The first man said to his companion then he said 'You tie her up I'm gonna go looking for the good shit to nick.'
The second man, dressed identically to the first in a blue boiler suit and black balaclava turned to Natasha and told her to lie on the floor, and put her hands behind her back. This she did, stretching out her legs. The man took her hands and tied them together, using electrical wire from her phone charger. The wire bit into her wrists, but Natasha said nothing. Then he tied her ankles together, cutting her bed sheet into a strip and using it to tie her sock clad legs together. To ensure she really couldn't move he lifted her bound feet and tied them to her hands in a hog tie. 'There, now your all nicely bound and you won't be running away too quickly.' The man said, eyeing up Natasha's sock clad legs. After this he started looking for gag material, he was interrupted in this by the arrival of his companion. 'Look what i found in the brats parents bedroom!' He said excitedly. In his hand was a red rubber ball gag.The second man looked at it, and without a word bent down and strapped into Natasha's mouth. Natasha knew resistance was futile,as the gag was forced into her mouth she groaned as loudly as she dared.
Once the gag was in place and the men felt shore that Natasha was sufficiently tied up, they left the room...to steal the valuables in the house. Natasha lay there, hoping for the men to leave as quickly as possible. After what seemed an age, she heard the, leaving through the front door. Then she started wriggling, side to side. She twisted her wrists and yanked at the cloth between her legs and hands, but to no avail. She screamed into her ball gag, but all she got was saliva running down her chin. She kept groaning and grunting as she struggled against her bindings.
Her salvation came when her parents arrived back from a dinner party and found her tied up.