Postby Jon Snow » Mon May 04, 2015 9:31 am
Part 7 - hometime!
The rest of the day at school had no tie-ups, unfortunately.
However, as usual I decided to select a victim for my weekly "after-school TUG".
I was hanging out with Anton, looking for a suitable victim, when I remembered a promise I made to my girlfriends about Anton.
You see, it turns out a lot of them have crushes on him, but he, being a boy, is too clueless to realise. Seeing as he's my best friend, but we share no romantic interests, my friends asked me to deliver Anton to them for...experimentation.
And so, I said to Anton, "Hey Anton, let's go find my friends!"
He groaned. "Do we have to? They always flirt with me!"
I giggled. "You're a popular guy, Anton."
He waved that off as we walked to the girl's locker room. "Nah, I'm really not."
Eventually, we reached the locker rooms, our arranged meeting place for Anton's delivery.
"Come on in," I smiled at Anton.
He looked at me. "To the girl's locker room?"
"Yes" I said.
He shrugged and followed me inside.
I led him to the middle of the room and suddenly he was surrounded.
It dawned on him quickly. "You traitor, Anna!"
I smiled and the girls attacked. They ounced on him, pantyhose, panties and gym socks in their hands.
Within seconds, Anton was trussed up on the floor, his ankles and wrists tied securely with pantyhose, and gagged with my friend Charlotte's panties and socks. "MMMPH!"
Charloote stepped over to him and placed a bare foot on the side of his head. "Thanks Anna! We'll take it from here!"
And so, I left my friends with their new unwilling pet and began to hunt for my prey.
Eventually, I found a cute guy I hadn't seen before. He was in my year, and he looked nervous and shy.
I walked up to him. "Hi, handsome."
He blushed. "Are...are you talking to me?"
I smiled seductively and sidled up close to him. "Of course. Who else would I be talking to?"
"Um..well...I" he stammered.
I slid an arm round his enck and placed a finger on his lips. "You talk too much."
When he opened his mouth to protest, I closed it with my own.
I led the shell-shocked (but still cute) boy to my house.