Part One - Sarah at Twelve
There is more too little Sarah than meets the eye. At first glance you see a pretty, cheerful girl. If you get to know her better you would learn that she is intelligent and inquisitive to the point of being nosy. She has a bad temper when someone messes with her and is also vengeful to the point of being obsessive about it. And unfortunately she is also a lousy dancer.
Dancing is a big part of life for Sarah’s family. Her mother was once an Australian Ballroom Champion. It was expected that she would continue the tradition. It was an obligation she was unable to fulfill. Try as she might she just couldn’t get the movements that were in her head to find their way to her feet. In spite of getting extra attention from capable teachers her lessons were proving to be a waste of time. Mercifully her mother allowed her to quit and allow her to find an activity better suited to Sarah’s talents.
Sarah had made some friends, or so she thought, at the dance studio and wanted to attend one last lesson to say good bye to them. Arriving a few minutes late the other girls were already in the change room chattering away as they put on their leotards and tights. Sarah was about to enter when she heard her name mentioned. She paused and listened.
‘Should we do it to her?’ Katy said to the others. ‘I say yes’ answered Janice. ‘
‘Good then’ said Susan ‘we all agree on my plan. Next week we each bring an extra pair of tights. When Sarah shows up we tie her up and gag her. Then we get to practice without her. Hopefully her she will get mad and quit. Then we won’t have her spoiling the recital with her two left feet. She won’t tell on us because she knows that we can make her life miserable at school.’
Once they had finished changing and went into the studio Sarah went into the change room to get dressed. She was already planning her revenge.
She skipped into the studio and greeted everyone with a big “hello”. About halfway through the session they took a break and that’s when Sarah informed them that she would no longer be taking lessons. The three conspirators were barely able to conceal their pleasure. They all acted disappointed and upset but it was so insincere Sarah wanted to take each in turn and choke them until they turned blue.
Sarah pretended to be touched by their concern and promised to stay in touch with each of them. It was promise she would keep but not for the reasons they expected.
A short time later Sarah invited Katy to her birthday party. Katy was the first to arrive and Sarah explained that she had a new game to play and wanted to try it out with Katy before the other guests showed up. Sarah took her out to the garage.
Katy was wearing a frilly pink dress, white tights and shiny white patent leather shoes. Her mother had curled her long red hair into ringlets that tumbled down over her shoulders almost reaching her breasts. It is common for a twelve year old to have noticeable breasts but Katy was advanced for her age and her chest was well developed beyond those of the other girls; so much so that it made her very popular with the boys.
Hanging on the wall was a sheet with a large picture of a donkey without a tail drawn on it. Sarah said that the old version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey was boring and she wanted Katy to help her with a new way to play. Sarah applied the blindfold, a pair of dance tights.
‘Here is where the game is different’ she told Katy ‘you aren’t allowed to use your hands.’ Sarah took Katy’s hands and tied them behind her back with another pair of tights pulling them tight and knotting it well. ‘You hold the tail in your mouth. Open wide please.’
Katy opened up and Sarah stuffed in a gag she had made herself. She had taken a third pair of her dance tights and tied a knot with the legs in the crotch. She kept tying until the panty of the tights was a big knotted ball. Once it was completely jammed in she tied it off behind Katy’s head with the legs.
She placed one of her dad’s saw horses in front of the sheet and led Katy over to it. She spread Katy’s legs and tied each ankle to the legs of the horse. Lastly she bent her over and placed a rope around Katy’s neck. Securing the other end to the saw horse Katy was held in this position.
Lastly Sarah draped the sheet over Katy and then left to greet her other guests.
It was almost an hour later when Sarah went trooping out to the garage with half a dozen partiers in tow. She carried a portable CD player which was just loud enough to conceal Katy’s distressed mmph’s. By now Katy was quite cramped and quite upset.
Sarah explained the new game to her guests and blindfolded all of them. She then gave them each a paper donkey’s tail with a long thumbtack through it. She directed each of them in turn towards their target. With generous directions from Sarah each of them achieved their goal and soon there were six sharp tacks inserted through the sheet and into Katy’s bottom. A slight adjustment of the CD player’s volume drowned out her muffled cries of pain.
Off came the blindfolds; Sarah declared everyone winners and it was into the house for lunch, birthday cake and the opening of the gifts. Katy squirmed in misery for another hour and a half before Sarah returned.
‘You make a wonderful donkey’ Sarah said as she removed the tails. ‘I’m thinking I should invite you to all of my parties from now on.’ Katy attempted to say something, obviously quite vulgar, but only moans and groans filtered through the tights jammed into her mouth as she twitched when each tack was pulled.
Sarah untied the rope from around Katy’s neck and she painfully straightened up. Before freeing her completely Sarah stood in front of her and looked her directly in the eye.
‘I have this whole fun game on video. Unless you want the world to see it you have to agree to two conditions. First of all tell no one what happened here. As far as anyone is concerned you had a great time at my party today. Secondly I am going to ask a favor of you. It might not be for a long time but you need to remember because I won’t delete the video until then. Do you understand?’
Katy nodded her agreement and Sarah finished untying her. They went into the house and Katy had a slice of cake while Sarah un-wrapped the gift she had brought. Katy stood up while she ate.
Part two - Sarah at Fourteen
It has taken two years of deceit, pretending to be friendly, but Sarah has finally convinced Janice to come to her house for a sleepover. Janice is tall for her age (easily a foot taller than Sarah) and thin with no signs yet of impending womanhood; a fact that bothers her tremendously. Her short dark hair is parted on one side giving her long bangs that are usually hanging down over her eyes. Her small nose, freckles and round face had a look that would have made her seem several years younger if she weren’t so tall.
Sarah made it clear to her mom that they weren’t to be disturbed. They had lots of “girl things” to do and would be in Sarah’s room until morning at which time they were expecting blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Mom usually didn’t cater to Sarah’s demands but since Sarah didn’t do things like this with her friends very often she thought that just this once she would be nice and agreed.
When Janice showed up Sarah met her at the door and after a rushed introduction to mom whisked her off to her room. Had mom been the suspicious type this behavior might have set off some alarms but she attributed Sarah’s hastiness to excitement. What really motivated Sarah was that she wanted to keep chit chat to a minimum; Janice was unaware that she was the only guest and thought others were coming also.
Once they were in the bedroom Janice changed into her pajamas. She was quite proud of her slender legs and liked to wear short skirts to show them off. Her sleepwear was no different. She put on a lacy white teddy and panties with frills across the backside. The teddy was so short that it only covered the panties if she was standing up straight.
Sarah told Janice that since she was first to arrive she could be the first “damsel in distress”. Janice asked what that was and Sarah explained.
‘It’s a new game where each of my friends will take a turn being kidnapped by me. Then the other ones have to search for her. The girl that finds and rescues the most “damsels in distress” is the winner. You can be the first victim and when the others arrive they will search the house to find you.’
Janice is quite gullible and was actually excited as Sarah opened a drawer and began to pull out pairs of tights. First she gagged her with the same gag she had used on Katy. Not only did Janice open up as wide as she could but she also helped to stuff the wad in. Then Sarah had her lie down on the bed and she proceeded to tie her spread-eagle to the bedposts.
Sarah pulled her bonds quite tight but Janice never complained. Quite to the contrary she seemed to be enjoying it and was very amused by the muffled sounds that the gag produced. After trying to talk to Sarah and realizing it wasn’t possible she began sing to herself just to hear the muted sounds that she could make.
Sarah stood back to have a look at the results. Janice was having fun with her skinny limbs stretched to their limits to the bedposts. The gag was quite effective and Sarah was glad she had kept it after using it on Katy. Then Sarah sat down at her computer. She checked her Facebook and Twitter accounts, answered a few emails and did a bit of surfing to check out the latest fashion trends.
Janice was confused but still not smart enough to realize she had been tricked. She tried to communicate with Sarah but was ignored. It was only when she began to struggle that the creaking of the bed frame got Sarah’s attention. Sarah checked her knots and all was still secure so she went back to her computer; it was still too early to explain to Janice what was happening.
An hour later there was a call from her mom. ‘The pizza is here. Are you two coming out to eat or do you want it in there?’ Sarah jumped up and dashed out. She returned a moment later with several steaming boxes and paper plates. She filled up a plate with a few slices of pepperoni pizza, some BBQ chicken wings and a couple of breadsticks.
For the first time since tying her up she spoke to Janice. ‘You can eat later after we discuss a few things.’ Sarah positioned the computer so that Janice could see it when Sarah propped her head up with a pillow. Sarah sat on the bed beside Janice and ate while watching a DVD of Disney’s Little Mermaid. She did lots of lip smacking and made “mmmm” noises just to torment Janice.
When she was done eating she put the movie on pause and filled a plate for Janice. She brought it close enough for Janice to smell and then put it off to the side. ‘Not yet’ she said as she continued the video. After the movie, and the sequel, there was a knock at the door.
‘I’m going to bed now’ said mom ‘lights out in half an hour for you and your friend.’
Sarah called back ‘Good night mom, Janice says good night too’.
Sarah waited ten minutes after her mom had gone to bed. She took her cell phone and climbed up onto the bed standing over poor Janice. She started the video camera. She aimed it at Janice’s chest.
‘We are going to play a new sleep over game. It’s called “is it a boy or a girl?” Let’s take a look.’ Sarah held the camera steady as she bent over and took hold of Janice's teddy. She pulled it up around her neck and then zoomed in on her flat chest. ‘It could be a boy’ she said. Then she filled the viewfinder with Janice’s panties. Reaching out she hooked the tip of her index finger in the waistband and pulled them down. ‘Nope, I was wrong, it’s a girl.’
‘Who is it you ask, let’s look and see who it is?’ Sarah panned the camera up to Janice’s face. Tears were streaming down from her eyes. Sarah held the face shot for a few seconds and then stood again and took a full length shot of her bound and bare captive.
She put the camera down and snuggled up beside Janice. ‘I know what you and the others were planning at dance class’ she said ‘and even though you didn’t get to do it I was quite upset just at the thought that you would think that.’
‘In the morning we are going to go down for breakfast and you are going to tell my mother how much fun you had and how you would like to do it again. I am going to ask you for a favor someday and only when you have done it will I delete the video. When you leave you are not going to say a word to anyone or this video will be out there for the world to see.’
She pulled Janice’s panties back up and the teddy back down. She removed the gag and fed Janice her supper. Then she re-gagged her. After turning the lights out she cuddled up close and went to sleep.
Part Three - Sarah at Sixteen
Sixteen; the age at which many believe a girl becomes a young woman. Some celebrate it no differently than they would any other birthday. Some mark the occasion with a party inviting family and friends to share the day with them. Others, those of wealth and privilege, announce it to the world with a celebration of grand scale.
Once upon a time it was called a debutante’s ball. The name has faded with time but the intention is still the same; proud parents proclaiming to the world that their daughter is now a woman. Money is no object as a lavish soiree is held, not only for family and friends, but also for the influential and powerful leaders of the community.
Susan is one of those girls of wealth and privilege. Sarah knew that there would be a party, a big party. She wanted to spoil it. There are dozens of different ways it could be done, many of them simple and easy. Getting away with it could be no problem but Sarah had only one way in mind and it was going to be complicated.
Sarah called Katy and Janice. She hadn’t spoken to either of them since tying them up. She needed information and she assured them that if what they told her proved to be useful the incriminating videos would be deleted as promised. They both were very cooperative.
Susan is beautiful. High cheek bones, pale blue eyes and a full mouth create a lovely face framed by long blond hair. She has a gorgeous figure with every curve in ideal proportions. Perky breasts, a narrow waist, firm flat tummy and a sexy derriere. She has long shapely legs, pretty feet and perfect toes.
Susan is intelligent. Top marks in every class, the honor roll each year, great achievements in every club and team she has joined.
Susan has it all; except for personality. She is a self-centered bitch with no consideration for anyone but herself. It was this attitude that led to her plan, all those years ago, to tie up Sarah in hopes of getting her to quit the dance class. It was the reason that Sarah was now about to do her best to ruin what should be one of the most important days in Susan's life.
As Susan stood in front of the full length mirror in her room she was pleased with what she saw. The top hair dresser in town had curled her golden tresses into soft shiny ringlets that caressed her long neck and tumbled down over her bare shoulders. Her favorite cosmetician had done an excellent job applying her make-up in subtle shades that brought out her stunning features.
The little black dress with glittering sequins hugged her body like a second skin. It was sleeveless with thin spaghetti straps being the only thing on her smooth pale shoulders. The neckline scooped low enough to show a hint of cleavage without looking too obvious. The back was another story as it plunged dramatically down as far as the small of her back. The hemline was teasingly short, but not trashy, showing off her long legs.
The most expensive black silk stockings she could find graced her legs and finally, on her feet, were her pride and joy. Embracing her feet were Prada soft suede black sandals with gold studs on the ankle straps and the 4 ½ inch stiletto heels; $1,100 worth of super sexy shoes.
She was going to look sensational driving her birthday present; a vintage Corvette convertible.
She smiled as her heels clicked down the cobblestone driveway towards her car. She smiled because her parent’s attempts to throw a surprise party had been so lame. They told her that they wanted to take her out to a local amateur theater production that they had sponsored. It was being held in one of the auditoriums at the local college. They said that as the sponsors they had to go early and asked her to come on her own to meet them at curtain time.
Susan knew that the auditorium would be filled with several dozen people who were all there to tell her how good she looked and how smart she was. She couldn’t wait to agree with them.
As she pulled into the parking lot she estimated that there were about fifty cars there. Enough for a good party but not nearly as many as there should be for a theater production. It amused her to think that as well intentioned as her parents were they just weren’t clever enough to fool her.
As she crossed the parking lot she noted that the click of her heels on the asphalt was disappointing but she was pleased by the change in tone when she reached the stone walkway. She couldn’t wait to hear what they sounded like on the terrazzo floors of the college. She wanted them to draw as much attention as they could so she could talk about how expensive they were and how they were imported from Italy and how they were just so perfect for her feet.
If Sarah could have heard what Susan was thinking she would have puked on them.
When Susan entered the school she was pleased at the lengths her parents had gone to. An usher waited by the door. He was a well dressed young man with trim black tuxedo pants a crisp white shirt and a red vest with matching bow tie. Strangely he was wearing a gaudy feathered half-mask over his eyes; it must have something to do with the phony play that her parents were trying to fool her into believing. He escorted her down the hallways towards the auditoriums.
As they made the last turn she could see another usher. He too was wearing a mask. She was disappointed to see that he stood at the entrance to one of the smaller auditoriums. She had been hoping that there would be enough people to require the largest one. He opened the door and bowed while motioning for her to enter. She nodded her thanks and walked in.
Suddenly the ushers each grabbed an arm. A hood was pulled over her head. A cleave gag was tied over the hood. She was roughly pushed down into a chair. Her wrists were tied to the arms of the chair. Her ankles were tied and then her legs were pulled back lifting her feet from the floor. She couldn’t put them back down; they must have been tied off to something she thought.
After the initial shock Susan had paid close attention to what was happening. She tried to estimate how many there and whether they were all male or if there might be a female or two involved. It was all happening so fast that her efforts were wasted. It seemed that her arms and legs were being bound simultaneously while other hands held her down. There were at least four people but possibly several more.
When Sarah had called Katy and Janice it wasn’t long before they both called back. They suspected what she was up to and wanted to help. They were fed up with the way Susan had treated them and only hung around with her to be part of the elite. A bit of anonymous revenge was just what they needed. After they also volunteered the services of their brothers and boyfriends it became apparent to Sarah that revenge was close enough to taste.
Her captors didn’t speak a word which told her that not only were they well prepared but that they didn’t want to risk being identified. Susan was well aware that she had made enemies over the years but which ones had her now she couldn’t even begin to guess.
She felt the gag begin to slacken and prepared to scream. She was smart enough to know that since they had gagged her it must mean that someone would be close enough to hear her. The gag was dropped and the hood pulled away all in one motion. An intense light shone in her eyes to prevent her from seeing her captors. It startled her long enough to prevent her from crying out before a large gag was forced into her mouth. Then once a blindfold was tied tightly over her eyes the light went off.
The afterimage of the harsh glare burned in her eyes and the chair began to move. It rolled faster and faster out of the auditorium and down the hall. If Susan could have seen what was happening she would have probably fainted. Sarah was behind the chair and with assistance from two of the boys they were accelerating down the hall towards the doors of the main auditorium.
Two more boys stood ready at the door hoping that their timing would be perfect and also hoping that there was no one standing directly on the other side. At the last possible moment they flung the doors open and ran. Susan hurtled into the room and was halfway across the floor before colliding with the mayor and knocking him down onto his ass. The chair began to spin out of control until it came to rest with a thump against the refreshments table. A bowl of punch tipped over and emptied its contents into her lap.
People ran over to help. The blind fold came off first. Susan could see that it was a pair of dance tights. She looked at her wrists which had also been bound with tights. She knew it was a clue but her memory wouldn’t connect to something that didn’t actually happen four years ago. It was no surprise when the gag was pried out of her mouth and she could see that it was another pair of tights.
She looked at her dress, ruined by the punch, and began to cry. The staining liquid ran down her legs soaking her stockings. Once her arms were free her liberators went to work on her ankles. Her legs swung down as the knot was undone and her feet touched the floor; the cold floor. She looked down and her beloved shoes were gone. She screamed.
After their adventure Sarah had went for sundaes at the ice cream shop with her accomplices. They had made new promises to remain friends and Sarah headed home to keep an old promise.
In her room Sarah deleted the videos she had made so long ago. Then she looked at some new ones. Many people had been waiting in anticipation of Susan’s grand entrance with their cameras at the ready. Videos and photos had been posted on the internet before she was even untied.
As one camera zoomed in on Susan’s face the gag was removed and tossed aside. Sarah was going to miss that gag; it had served her well but she did have another souvenir of the evening. Even if she couldn’t wear them in public those shoes looked good on her feet. She would just have to remember to hide them where mom couldn’t find them.