GUTTERGAUNT

[This story won’t make a whole lot of sense unless you’ve read the tales of My First Time Tied Up, My Second Time Tied Up, and My Third Time Tied Up. Click on their titles to go read them now, if you haven’t already.]

As you might imagine, the conclusion of My Third Time Tied Up left me in quite a state.

I didn’t even know what to call these incidents in which my friends tied me up and tormented me. Torture sessions? Practical jokes? Games? Whatever I called them, what Michelle had done to me, after Lisa had left us alone, had finally forced the cat out of the bag. We could no longer pretend that these games weren’t erotic in nature, that they weren’t sizzling with sexual energy, that they weren’t an exploration of forbidden sexual territory. We’d each known it privately, of course, but now it was different. Now each of us knew that the others knew it. For any of us to agree to continue to participate in these “games” (including the passive agreement I’d be demonstrating if I showed up at another unsupervised sleepover knowing what might happen) now amounted to admitting that we were “into it.”

And Michelle had told me, straight up, that as far as she was concerned, the games were going to continue. That if I showed up for the next sleepover, I was in for more of the same.

The incident with Lisa and Michelle, recounted in “My Third Time Tied Up,” happened on a Wednesday. The next sleepover had already been scheduled for that Friday. And, to my utter terror, shame, and bewilderment, I realized that I would show up for it.

Michelle had also told me that she was going to tell Mary and Lisa: tell them about the confession she’d wrung from me, and tell them about her intention to keep the games going, blatant sexual overtones and all.

How would Mary and Lisa react? And how would I face them, knowing that they knew?

Michelle probably hadn’t wasted much time in phoning Mary and Lisa that night, after she’d untied me and sent me on my way. In any event, by the time I saw the three of them at lunch on Thursday, they’d clearly already discussed the matter thoroughly among themselves, and Mary and Lisa had, one way or another, come to the same decision as Michelle. Whatever inner struggles they’d gone through about it, whatever debates they may have had over it, ultimately I think they were already hooked. Most teenage girls don’t get a lot of opportunity for erotic play in which they feel completely in control. How could they pass this up?

We greeted each other with the usual small talk as each of us found our way to our usual spot in the cafeteria. Of course, I was going crazy trying to figure out if Michelle had spilled the beans yet, and what Mary and Lisa’s attitude was going to be. Were they all putting on an exaggerated show of nonchalance, or was it my imagination? I couldn’t tell.

It wasn’t until we were all seated and eating that Lisa said, “So, Lila, I hear things got pretty interesting after I left yesterday.”

I looked down at the table.

“Looking forward to the sleepover tomorrow?” Mary asked.

“Aww, look,” Lisa said. “She’s blushing!”

They proceeded to tease me mercilessly all through lunch. It was almost as bad as being tied up by them. Not only could I not stop blushing, but their teasing, and their talk of how I was “in for it” the following evening, quickly got me maddeningly turned on. I was so flustered that I couldn’t come up with a single comeback to anything they said, which was so out of character for me that they noticed and teased me about that, too. I couldn’t even eat any more of my lunch, and they teased me about that, too.

I was distracted for the rest of the school day, fidgeting and daydreaming and counting the hours and minutes until I could go home and hide in my room and bring myself to orgasm.

The next day seemed to drag on for ever. I was in an agony of suspense and anxiety about what was in store for me that evening. I was so distracted and unable to focus on my classes that a couple of my teachers even remarked on it. And at lunch, I had to endure yet another bout of teasing and gleeful suspense-building, which made the rest of the day even harder.

After school, I avoided my friends and hurried home to get ready. How on earth, I wondered, was I supposed to “get ready” for a sleepover where I knew that I was probably going to be tied up and tormented, possibly in nothing but my underwear? It felt almost like getting ready for a date. I showered very carefully (touching my body and thinking about how it might soon be touched by others, maybe in cruel ways I would be powerless to prevent), looked at myself in the mirror for a long time (thinking about how my body would soon once again be exposed to the scrutiny of my friends), applied a lot of antiperspirant, and put on the most modest, least revealing, least sheer, least lacy bra and panties I owned. Then I put on the rest of my clothes, packed my backpack with my pajamas and the usual sleepover stuff, looked in the mirror for a while again, mustered my courage, and bravely marched off to Michelle’s to meet my fate.

Lisa and Mary were already there when I arrived, and I wondered if it was because they’d planned it that way so they could conspire, or if it was just because I’d stalled so much while getting ready. Whichever it was, no one teased me when I showed up. In fact, much to my surprise, Michelle hugged me at the door and said, very earnestly, “I’m so glad you made it!” I realized that they really were all glad, and also relieved. They must have really been worried that they might have scared me off. I was really touched by this, and by the warmth of their welcome. Not that I had any illusions that I was off the hook, mind you. I was sure I was still in for some of their games later on.

But the first part of the evening was all normal sleepover stuff, with no mention by anyone of what might be in store for me later. We ordered a pizza, talked, watched television, ate our pizza, talked some more.

Eventually, though, I got up and went to use the bathroom, and when I came back, the others stood up, and Michelle clicked the television off and said, “So, shall we head upstairs now?”

It was still a couple of hours before the time that we usually moved up to the bedroom during a sleepover. I knew that whatever they had planned for me was about to begin, but I couldn’t think of anything to do about it except to play along. So I tried to keep the squeak out of my voice as I said, “Isn’t it kind of early?”

“Oh, but we’ve got so much fun planned for tonight,” Michelle smiled. “I just can’t wait to get started.”

They were all grinning at me now. I gulped. This was it.

Michelle headed for the stairs.

“After you,” Lisa said to me. Her smile made it quite clear that if I refused, I’d find myself overpowered and carried up the stairs. I didn’t think it would be a good idea to make things any harder on myself than they were already likely to be, so I walked slowly up the stairs, behind Michelle and ahead of Lisa and Mary, feeling like a condemned woman heading to the electric chair. My knees were shaking.

The pillows and blankets had been taken off of Michelle’s bed and piled on the floor. There were four long scarves laid out on the bed, one at each corner. I think that if Mary and Lisa hadn’t been right behind me, I would have turned and run at that point. Instead, Mary and Lisa sort of herded me into the room, closing the door behind us.

“Okay, Lila,” Michelle said. “This is where you get tied up. You know that you don’t stand a chance against the three of us, so you may as well cooperate. If you give us any trouble, we’ll have to spank you.”

I struggled to find my voice. “If I cooperate,” I said, “can I at least keep my shirt and pants on?”

“No,” Michelle said. “You’re not in any position to bargain. If you give us any trouble, will spank your ass till it’s black and blue. If you cooperate, we promise that your little butt is safe from spankings tonight.”

“What...” I began, and had to stop and swallow hard. “What are you going to do to me?”

“That’s for us to know and you to find out,” Michelle said. “Now what’s it going to be, Lila? Cooperation, or a nice, hard spanking?”

“I’ll cooperate,” I said meekly.

“Smart girl,” Michelle said. “Take off your shoes and socks.”

I sat down awkwardly on the floor and fumbled my shoes and socks off, having some trouble because of my nervousness, very aware of Mary, Lisa, and Michelle smiling down at me like hungry predators.

When I’d gotten my socks off and stood up again, Michelle said, “And now the shirt.”

I’d been pretty sure that I was going to end up in my underwear again this time, so I wasn’t exactly surprised, but I still balked for a moment. Last time, my shirt had been removed for me while I was struggling; this was the first time I’d actually had to just take it off by myself, just like that, with the three of them just standing there watching me.

“Come on guys,” I whimpered. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“Sounds like someone needs a spanking,” Mary grinned.

“No, wait!” I said quickly. “Please, wait, I’ll do it...” I quickly pulled my shirt off, and then stood there awkwardly, blushing in my jeans and bra, arms folded modestly across my chest, as the three of them chuckled at my embarrassment.

“Now the pants,” Michelle said.

I knew that arguing was useless, and I really, really wanted to avoid that spanking, so, blushing furiously, I clumsily wriggled out of my jeans, and then stood nervously before my captors in my bra and panties, covering myself with my arms as best I could, feeling very small and vulnerable.

The three of them took their time looking me up and down, plainly enjoying my discomfiture immensely.

“Okay,” Michelle said at last. “Time to tie you up. Lie down on the bed.”

I stepped timidly over to the bed and lay down on it in a semi-fetal position, feeling very nervous indeed.

Mary stood at the foot of the bed, while Michelle and Lisa moved around to the right side, near the head. Lisa picked up the scarf that lay on that corner of the bed. “Let’s have that arm, now,” she said.

I felt terribly exposed already, lying there in my underwear with the three of them looking at me. The prospect of no longer being able to shield myself with my arms was so terrifying that I wanted to jump up and bolt from the room, but I knew that they’d just catch me and spank me. So I just meekly extended my arm for Lisa to tie.

But just as Lisa was reaching for my wrist, Mary cried out, “Wait!”

Lisa, Michelle, and I all turned to look at Mary, who was grinning from ear to ear, looking like she was about to bubble over with glee.

“Make her take her bra off, too!” she exclaimed.

Michelle giggled.

“No!” I yelled. This was too much. Before I even thought about what I was doing, I’d jumped off the bed, on the opposite side from Michelle and Lisa, and bolted for the bedroom door in my underwear.

I led them a merry chase around the house. They had a hard time catching me, mostly because they were laughing so hard. In retrospect, of course, it must have been hilarious, me scampering frantically around the house in my bra and panties, shrieking threats and pleas and obscenities at them, while they tried to corner me.

Of course, I never really stood a chance. What was I going to do, go out the front door and run home barefoot in my underwear on a winter night? No, it was just a matter of time. They finally caught me in the living room, and, after an epic struggle, I was dragged kicking and screaming back up the stairs, exhausted, disheveled, and much the worse for wear.

They threw me face-down on the bed, and Lisa held my arms over my head while Michelle sat on my back and Mary sat on my legs. I pleaded, protested, and swore, but I was too worn out to put up much of a fight as Michelle unclasped my bra and, with Lisa’s help, worked it up my arms and completely off. Michelle dangled it tauntingly in my face for a few moments before tossing it aside.

“So,” said Mary, still seated on the backs of my thighs, “should we spank her now?” She gave my bottom a few light, teasing pats, and all three of them chuckled as my whole body tensed in alarm.

No...” I whimpered, almost starting to cry. “Please don’t spank me...”

“Hmm...” Michelle said. “I don’t know... maybe we should give her one more chance.”

“Yes!” I cried. “Please! I promise I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you say!”

“Okay,” Michelle said. “We’ll let you off this time. But remember, if you give us any more trouble, we’ll spank you like you’ve never imagined.”

Mary’s hand was still resting on my bottom. “I still think we should punish her for making us have to chase her all over like that,” she said.

“Hmm...” Michelle said. “I guess you’re right... she does need *some* kind of punishment...”

“Take her panties off, Mary!” Lisa said. “That’ll be her punishment!”

“What? No!” I squeaked. I wriggled furiously, but with Mary and Michelle both sitting on me and Lisa holding my arms down, I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Quiet, little girl,” Michelle said. “Just be glad we’re not spanking you this time.”

“Yeah,” Mary said, giving my bottom a single resounding smack. I jerked and gave a little cry, much to Michelle and Lisa’s amusement. “You’re lucky we don’t take your panties and spank your naked butt!”

She did have a point there, but it didn’t make me any happier about my predicament. But of course, there was nothing I could do. Mary hooked a couple of fingertips under the waistband of my panties, and very slowly and teasingly worked them down off my hips and bottom, and then down my thighs, with many unfunny comments about how white and soft and spankable my bottom looked. All the while, I begged and pleaded with them to relent, but as usual that just added to their amusement. With Mary so eager to spank my defenseless bare bottom, I didn’t dare curse at them or kick or struggle.

Finally, I felt Mary get off of my legs, and then I felt her slide my panties down my calves, over my feet, and completely off. Mary tossed the panties to Michelle so that they, like my bra, could be teasingly dangled in front of my face to rub in my helplessness. And there I was, stripped totally naked, with what little modesty I had left being preserved only by the fact that I was lying face-down with my legs pressed tightly together.

Michelle got off of my back and sat on the bed next to me. I could feel Mary sitting on the bed, too, down near my feet. Lisa, sitting near my head, released my arms. With no one holding me down anymore, I could have tried to escape again, but I knew I didn’t stand a chance, and that I’d just end up getting spanked. I thought about being chased, overpowered, and spanked while completely naked, and decided I’d better just stay right where I was.

“Okay, Lila,” Lisa said, “let’s have those wrists now.”

“Come on, guys,” I pleaded. “Please… you can’t do this to me... you’ve got to at least let me put my underwear back on...”

Mary smacked my bottom three times, fast and very hard, causing me to squeal in surprise and pain.

“Wrists.” Lisa said sternly. “Now.”

Still lying face-down, I meekly extended my wrists toward her. She took hold of the left one, wrapped a scarf around it a few times, and tied it snugly, then picked up another scarf and did the same with the right wrist. Then she got up and stood next to the head of the bed, by one of the bedposts. She leaned over, took hold of my right wrist, and pulled it toward the bedpost. “Come here,” she said.

I awkwardly scooted on my tummy, following her tugging until my wrist was in contact with the bedpost. This put me in a diagonal position across the bed. As Lisa wound the scarf around the bedpost and secured it, I realized that in order for her to tie my left wrist to the other bedpost, I’d have to turn over onto my back. The prospect put me in a panic, but I couldn’t see any way out of it. If I fought it, they’d just spank me and then turn me over forcibly.

Sure enough, once she had my right wrist securely tied to the bedpost, Lisa walked off out of sight, and in a few seconds I heard her voice behind me, from the opposite side of the bed: “Okay, now the other wrist.”

“Come on,” I whined, “I’m naked here... just let me cover myself a little...”

“Come on, Lila,” Michelle teased. “Turn over and give us a look at you.”

“Ha ha,” Mary sang. “We get to see you na-a-aked, we get to see you na-a-aked...” She gave my bare bottom another stinging swat.

“I’m waiting,” Lisa said sternly. “I’ll count to three, and then it’s spanking time... One... Two...”

I could feel myself blushing beet red as I turned over. I drew my legs in to hide my pubic area as best I could, but with one wrist tied and Lisa now taking hold of the other one, there was nothing I could do to shield my naked breasts. My triumphant captors greeted the sight with a gleeful chorus of whistles and catcalls.

Lisa tightly secured my left wrist. Then Mary and Michelle took hold of my left leg and stretched it out as far as they could toward the bottom corner of the bed, holding it in place while Lisa tied it to the bedpost. They repeated this procedure with the right leg, and then further tightened the left one, until all four of my limbs were pulled thoroughly taut.

At this point, of course, there was no hiding anything anymore. There I was, completely naked, tightly stretched out in a wide X, and helplessly bound hand and foot. I couldn’t move an inch, much less do anything to cover myself, and in my spreadeagled position, with my ankles tied at least four feet apart, even my most private parts were fully exposed to my captors’ inspection.

And inspect me they did. I trembled in a mixture of fury, terror, and overwhelming embarrassment as they sat there running their eyes over me, smugly enjoying the view. I’d never felt so helpless.

“Boy, Lila,” said Mary, “I wish you could see how red your face is!”

I could feel it. I would have given anything to be able to turn off that blush!

“Look,” grinned Michelle, “her nipples are stiff, just like I told you!”

All eyes went to my breasts. I looked too, I couldn’t help myself. Sure enough, my nipples were shamefully erect, pointing stiffly at the ceiling for all to see.

“Oh my god,” Lisa laughed, “Look at them! They totally are!”

“Oh my god, Lila,” Mary giggled, “that must be so embarrassing!”

“Oh, Lila,” Michelle said, “What *are* we going to do with you?”

I’d been worrying about that same question myself, and I had formed a strong opinion on the subject. “Let me go!" I shouted, tugging desperately at my bonds with no result except some delighted laughter from my captors.

“Let you go?” said Michelle, sitting down beside me on the bed. “Why do you want us to let you go? We all know this is turning you on.” And with that, she reached out and lightly squeezed my right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I gave a little cry of alarm and protest, that came out as more of a squeak. Michelle chuckled evilly and began playfully rolling my nipple between her fingers.

“No! Stop it!” I cried, straining against my bonds again. but of course she just kept at it, smiling down at me the whole time. I was too distracted to notice Mary and Lisa’s first reactions to what Michelle was doing, but a couple of moments later, Lisa plopped herself down on the bed on the other side of me, grinning as evilly as Michelle. Lisa ran her fingertip down my body, from my collarbone to my belly button, making my whole body shiver, and then she began playing with my other nipple.

I writhed and squirmed as they toyed with my nipples, but of course I was stretched out too tightly for my writhing to accomplish anything except further embarrassing me and amusing my tormentors. Unfortunately, I couldn’t help myself, even though I knew what a sight I must be. And in a matter of seconds, to my utter shame, I was no longer able to stifle my gasps, moans, and whimpers of arousal. This, of course, delighted them to no end, and they continued toying with my poor little breasts for a long time, sometimes reducing me to helpless laughter by tickling them, and sometimes cruelly pinching and tugging my nipples until I cried for mercy. Through it all, they kept up a running stream of teasing comments: “Ooh, you like that, don’t you?” “Having fun, Lila?” “Is this getting you wet, Lila?”

Mary watched all of this gleefully, joining in the teasing, egging the others on, brushing the hair out of my eyes, and occasionally sending me into hysterics with surprise tickle attacks on my tummy or my feet.

I don’t know how long this torture went on. It seemed like forever. My nipples were terribly tender and sore, and I was breathing in little sobs and whimpers. Finally, Mary said, “Hey guys, cut it out for a minute and come here…I’ve got an idea.”

Michelle tousled my hair and Lisa patted me affectionately on the cheek and said, “We’ll be right back… don’t go anywhere.” Then the three of them went out into the hall and shut the door. I could hear them whispering and giggling, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying I lay there in an agony of suspense and arousal. My abused nipples felt swollen, and so did my privates, which were screaming for attention. I wriggled desperately, but, stretched out as I was, I was unable to find any relief.

After a little while, the door opened again and my captors returned, all three grinning from ear to ear. They stood around the foot of the bed and had another good look at me. Like a deer in the headlights, I looked back at them, and to my embarrassment I was unable to stop myself from squirming in anxiety and arousal.

“Aww,” said Michelle, “doesn’t she look cute like that?”

“Should we tell her now?” Mary asked.

“No,” Lisa said, “let’s play with her first.”

And that’s what they did. For the next hour or so, they played with my helpless nude body, mostly by tickle-torturing me and by finding more sensations to inflict on my swollen nipples. As usual, they spent a lot of time making me beg, plead, and say humiliating things. My nipples got so sore from their cruel attentions that I reached the point where I would do anything to avoid another hard pinch or tug on them. Naturally, my tormentors exploited this vulnerability to the utmost. To save myself from having my nipples punished, I was forced to loudly and graphically confess my arousal, proclaiming myself a “horny little slut,” and all manner of other things, and to declare that they owned me.

“We do own you now, Lila,” Michelle said, after I’d been made to say so. “We get to do whatever we want with you from now on. Won’t that be fun?”

I couldn’t even answer. By this time, I was half-insane with arousal and frustration. I’d long since forgotten any pretense of trying to hide it, and was whimpering, sobbing, and desperately squirming my hips around in search of relief.

“I don’t think she can talk anymore,” Lisa giggled. “We’d better untie her before she goes crazy.”

They quickly untied me, and I sobbed in relief as my aching limbs were released.

“Do you want to tell her now?” Mary asked as soon as they were finished untying me, while my limbs were still so stiff that I couldn’t move them enough to cover myself.

“Yeah,” Lisa grinned, glancing at Michelle.

“Okay, Lila,” Michelle said, “we know you’re horny, so let’s see you play with yourself.”

It took a moment for this to sink in. My captors sat around me on the edges of the bed. I looked from one of them to the other, and they grinned back at me. Somehow, I felt even more small and vulnerable than I had when I was tied up. “No…” I whimpered, “please…”

“Come on, Lila,” Lisa said, “You know you want to touch yourself so bad you’re going crazy. And you’re not leaving this bed until you do it.”

She was right, of course… I was so desperately aroused that I couldn’t go another minute without touching myself. And, completely nude and surrounded, with my limbs stiff and weak from my ordeal, I was at their mercy and in no position to refuse any demand they made.

“Maybe she wants a spanking,” Mary grinned.

That brought my hesitation to an end. “No…” I begged, “please… I’ll do it…” I reached down and touched my soaking wet privates. Once I started, there was no way on earth I could have stopped myself. I tried to at least turn over and hide myself a little, but they held my shoulders and legs to keep me face up so they could see everything. Soon it didn’t matter, and I was oblivious to their taunts and giggles as I came over and over again, more intensely than I ever had in my life.

Afterwards, they covered me up with blankets, and Michelle stroked my hair affectionately until I fell asleep, curled up in the middle of the bed.