Chapter 6

“Y’know, hun, I’m kinda hoping this fits or it could hurt a bit” I say, leaning close to my little friend’s ear, making her flinch as she can no longer see me approach. I remove the rope tying her slender right leg to the head of the bed, taking a firm grip on her ankle as I release the knots holding it to her thigh. “Easy, darlin’; you’re not goin’ anyplace I don’t want you.” I say, emphasising my control with a stinging slap to her left buttock, leaving a deep red print across her pale flesh as she whimpers, both from the slap and the discomfort of blood returning to her leg. I keep my tight grip on her ankle as she tries to buck me off, her soccer-player’s muscles able to deliver a powerful jolt but not enough to prevent me retying first her right leg then her left to the bottom of the bed, leaving my little red haired cutie spread-eagled on the bed with no more than an inch or two’s slack.

I decide to let my little lover “rest” for a little while, and I explore her room a little more. I spy a charging cable and realise there is a phone at the end of it, slipped down the end of the bed while my friend and I have been ... occupied. I gently ease the phone towards, hoping but not expecting to find ... yes! My naive little cutie doesn’t even have an unlock code, so I switch to the camera, making sure the volume is turned up. I snap a picture of her on the bed, naked except for the ball-gag and football scarf. She starts to scream round the gag. Turns out there might be one thing worse than being tied to your own bed and raped by a woman twice your age: your friends finding out. I go in for closeups and get a nice shot her drool and tear streaked face, another of her puffy little nipples, showing the signs of my attention, and a third of her lightly-haired little kitty. She’s now bawling uncontrollably, but I can’t resist provoking a further howl by muttering aloud: “‘K, whatsapp ... create group ... add Stephanie, Harmony, Rebecca, ... oh, let’s not forget Brad” I tap a few more times for effect, as the muffled wails continue “Uploading ... and sent” A long, heartrending cry of despair emerges from around the ball gag, and I continue my search of the room while my young beauty weeps to herself, the wails fading to whimpers and then to silence.