You don't hear me, but I'm walking right behind you. I've been following your for about a block now, admiring the way your hips shift back and forth as you walk. Your shoulders are held back by your heavy backpack. You're only a few blocks from the high school, but you're running late so no one is around. When I make sure I'm clear, I catch up to you and grab the loop at the top of your bag. I give it a firm yank, and you give a short yelp as you slam into me. I immediately put one arm around your neck, and help pull it tight against your windpipe with the other. I hold you tight until you lose enough oxygen to stop struggling, and your body goes weak.
What happens next is not important. You wouldn't remember it. All you know is that when you wake up, you cannot see when you open your eyes. As you come to, you begin to feel your surroundings. You lift your head hoping you will be able to see something, but that you cannot, and that is all you can lift. As you try to move the rest of your body, you realize that each extremity is being held down. Your wrists are tied at opposite sides of a low table which your upper body is stretched across. Your legs are tied to the legs of the table. Your feet are cold on the hard cement, which you realize goes for the rest of your body. You have been stripped naked, and your bare tits are smashed against the hard table.
You try to ask if anyone's around, but all that come out is a short hum. Nothing comes out of your mouth past the ball gag that is tightly clasped to your head. You test your bonds a little by yanking on them, but they are far too tight to slide out of. Only a sailor could have tied those knots. You starting getting frantic, knowing that your are stuck, completely exposed, in a place you can't even see. In vain, you try to life the table but it is far too heavy to even budge from your restricted position. Beginning to panic even more, you start yanking at your restraints desperately. Your heart is racing and you begin to sweat in your commotion even in the cold room.
Only when you feel the sharp *smack!* on your bare ass do you stop. "Enough!" I say, "You Won't be getting out of those until I release you." I can hear your breathing increase both from the pain of the belt across your ass and the fear of knowing someone else is in the room.