Postby markusthe1st » Wed Aug 31, 2011 2:55 pm
Okay, boys and girls, we're going to have a demonstration in the classroom this afternoon. Officer Markus, my friend and neighbor, is going to show us all how to be safe if someone breaks into your home. Ms. Kratchy, the school administrator, has offered to help perform the demonstration with him.
The room cringed when she mentioned Ms. Kratchy. Tall, lean, and strong, with short, cropped hair and smart heels, she managed discipline for the school, and her reputation preceded her. She was quite pretty, but not to the boys in the school. The mere mention of the officer had a few children making excuses to visit the bathroom, but other than that, they children sat still as Officer Markus entered. Dressed in a black polo shirt with a police emblem, and a pair of designer jeans, he hardly looked like a cop at all. After sharing small words with Ms. Headmistress, he addressed the classroom. While he talked, Ms. Headmistress placed a large, wooden chair in the center of the classroom, in front of her desk. The chair was sturdy, with wooden slats and crossmembers, all richly stained and newly varnished.
As he spoke, she sat in it. Dressed in a dark blue skirt that was a little too short for a teacher to wear, and a tight, brightly-colored orange blouse with a deep v-neck collar, she looked a little hotter than average this day. Off to the side, Ms. Kratchy waited for her cue.
"Hello class. Today, we're going to talk about home invasion. Ms. Headmistress has volunteered to act as the homeowner, and Ms. Kratchy will aide me in being pretend burglars today."
He nodded to Ms. Kratchy, and the two bent down into a duffel bag next to the chair and pulled out lengths of rope. Ms. Headmistress put her hands behind the chair, and Officer Markus tied them tightly together, while Ms. Kratchy worked on binding her ankles together. Working as a pair, they grabbed more rope, and kept tying. Soon, Ms. Headmistress' knees and thighs were tightly bound together, along with ropes wrapping around her rather well-endowed chest, shoulders, elbows, and back to her wrists. With her legas and upper body thoroughly bound, the two wrapped a long section around her and the chair, starting just above her breasts and working down to her thighs. As a final touch, a short length of rope was tied between her ankles and wrists under the chair, pulling her ankles closer to the chair, but not quite off the floor.
"In this demonstration, class, we, as pretend burglars, have broken into Ms. Headmistress' home, and tied her up so we can rob her." As he spoke, Ms. Kratchy pulled out a bandanna, tied a knot in the center, and then tied it tightly between Ms. Headmistress' teeth, effectively gagging her.
"Thanks, Ms. Kratchy, that'll be all for now." Nary saying a word, Ms. Kratchy left the classroom, casting an evil glare at the children as she closed the door.
"As you can see, class, your teacher is totally helpless. Would you agree, Ms. Headmistress?"
"Murruummpph, murrummph," she said loudly, talking through the tight gag. She struggled against the ropes, putting up quite a fight, but nothing would give. Wriggling her wrists provided no loosening of any of the ropes, while pushing forward against all the ropes binding her body barely made the heavy chair squeak at all. She shook her legs, but being bound so tightly together, to the chair, and even to her hands, meant nothing would budge.
After a couple moments, she looked back at Officer Markus and said, "Murupph," nodding her head in the process. It was clear that without help, she would be tied to that chair for quite sometime.
He continued, "Good. that's just the way we like our good little neighbor - er, robbery victim, that is."
Just then, a police radio squealed to life: "Armed robbery in progress. All personnel in the vicinit..." he silenced the radio and picked up his comm link.
A moment later, he looked over at Ms. Headmistress, and said, "Sorry, Ms. Headmistress. Police business; I have to leave immediately."
With that, he walked out, leaving Ms. Headmistress bound and helpless in front of her eager classroom.
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!