All in all, the plan had gone off without a hitch.
It had been a simple matter for Myles to place a "shower out of order" sign on the men's changing room door after leaving Hope in her locker. His additional directions for the men's swim team to move their locker items temporarily into the women's changing room while it was fixed had been the only other step needed to complete his deception. The girl had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker, and now, carrying her through the halls of the east-campus, Myles could hardly believe his luck. He was bringing the hottest cheerleader on campus back to his room naked, tied, and gagged inside this duffel bag, and he'd convinced her that it was all out of the goodness of his heart.
Occasionally, he could sense her squirming in her bondage, shifting within the confined space of the bag. The feeling of her movements could not help but illicit within him memories of her sweat-drenched body as he'd opened the door to her locker, the little tremors in her aching legs as she'd shifted on her knees, the helpless press of her flat stomach against his hand, the rise and fall of her straining breasts as she breathed.
He knew it must have been absolute torture to have her arms tied as they were for the three hours straight that he'd kept her in there, and he could have easily undone the knots at her elbows and wrists once he'd freed her, but it turned him on immensely to see her tied up like that, so he'd made up a lie and kept her that way. She'd been grateful anyways, as naïve as she was, and had believed every other lie he'd told her too.
Now, hoisting the bag to his other arm, he just needed to get her back to his room in the fraternity house so the real fun could begin.
Myles only passed a few people on his way back to his car; a pair of girls in crop-tops and sweats, and a group of guys talking animatedly amongst themselves. Each instance sent a thrill through his body. How might those girls react to knowing about the naked cheerleader tied up in his bag? How might the guys? In the end though, neither group paid him any mind, and he proceeded without incident.
When he got to his car - a beat up Chevy Cavalier - Myles set Hope down on the ground and opened the trunk.
"In you go," he said, lifting the bag up and dropping it in the back next to his spare tire. He thought he heard a grunt from within, but he ignored it as he closed the trunk lid shut. It was a short drive back to the fraternity house, but the neighbourhood it was situated in had seen better days, so there were plenty of potholes along the way. Myles kept the radio off for the whole drive, listening intently for any noise from the back. He was rewarded with a moan as they ran over a particularly jarring patch of road.
The fraternity house was a large, colonial style building which housed all the frat brothers for the whole of the year. The property might have been worth more if it was in a better neighbourhood, but as it was, the fraternity had managed to scrape together enough to buy it years ago with a generous donation from an older alumnus. They prided themselves on throwing the biggest, wildest parties on campus, and the spaces suited their purposes perfectly. When filled, it could hold up to two-hundred students, but tonight, for the pledge night, it was limited to just the thirty-odd members.
As Myles walked up to the front door, bag in hand, Thomas, a brother who was smoking on the porch, whistled at him.
"Back so soon, pledgie?" he said, grinning. "Think you have enough points to get in already, do you?"
Myles flashed a smile back, he liked Thomas well enough. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
"What's in the bag?"
He wanted to say
'My winning ticket'
, but instead he kept his voice calm for Hope's benefit and simply winked at Thomas.
"Nothing much."
"Ah, well. Don't let me keep you, then," Thomas said, taking another drag and waving him through.
There were a few other brothers hanging about in the common area when Myles entered, already cracking open beers. He didn't know them quite as well as he did Thomas, but they still greeted him warmly when he arrived, giving each other knowing looks. All the other pledges would still be out no doubt, trying to scrape together as many points as they possibly could before the scavenger hunt ended tonight. They were probably wondering why Myles had given up already. He let them think what they wanted, quickly making his way upstairs to his room before closing and locking the door.
"Phew..." he sighed. It had been a long night so far. Myles set Hope's bag down on the floor and went to sit on the bed. As he peeled off his shoes and socks, he could see the duffel moving slightly. Sighing again, he lay down for a moment to soothe his stiff back, listening to the soft sound of leather from the other end of the room and the occasional muffled grunt.
There was something immensely satisfying in the knowledge that he could stretch out here relaxing in the comforts of his bed while mere feet away a girl was confined within a cramped, uncomfortable duffle bag. Maybe it was the fact that he could forget about her if he wanted. That if he truly desired it, he could go to sleep, or play a videogame, or browse his phone, and that throughout it all, by contrast, she would never be able to stop thinking about him.
How could anyone in her position stop thinking about the one person who held the power to release them, after all?
Myles knew that as he whiled away the hours, she would have no distractions, no pleasures, only a single thought running through her head; that her discomforts would last for as long as it pleased him, that it was only his mood or whim that kept her imprisoned, and that if he wished, she could be free, but that at that moment, he did not wish it. Never knowing when that moment would come.
He wondered how she would feel trapped like this overnight. Forgotten, underneath his bed. What would she think as the hours stretched ever onwards... What deals would she make in her mind... at first, to be released... and then, eventually, to be remembered? What parts of herself would she offer for that? For nothing else but the knowledge that someone out there still remembered her? Myles thought, maybe, that a girl like Hope did not know what it was to be forgotten. When the stark reality of it had struck, what would she gratefully do with her mouth, with her body, with her hands for just a single word whispered through the side of her prison... for just the simple promise, whether true or false, of: "Soon"?
The bag continued to move as Myles stood, stripping out of his clothes. It wasn't long before he was naked, cock hard in his hand. He stood over Hope's bag, stroking himself and listening to her whimpering moans beneath him, picturing her body, and her face, and her huge innocent eyes. On a whim, he found Hope's stolen cheerleading outfit and her red panties, spreading them out on top of her duffle bag. The outfit swayed and danced as her naked body moved within. So much had been pent up inside him at this point that when Myles finished, his cum burst out of him in strands, leaving glistening streaks on Hope's clothes and across her bag. He used her panties to wipe off the tip of his cock and left her there to struggle beneath his gift as he showered in the attached bathroom.
Only when he'd returned and dressed, making sure to hide her stolen cum-covered outfit away again, did Myles unzip her bag. Hope looked up at him from inside, blinking into the sudden light as her mouth worked around her gag.
"Sorry for the short wait," Myles lied. "I was changing my clothes for tonight and figured I'd take the opportunity for some privacy. I hope you don't mind."
Hope murmured something from behind her gag, but Myles couldn't make it out. She stretched one long naked leg out into the room and then the other, pointing her toes, her eyes shut in ecstasy.
"That must feel like heaven," Myles laughed. "Come on, let's get you out of that bag."
Hope had never looked as grateful as she did in that moment, her eyes shining up at him. Myles bent down and circled his arms around her thin waist and under her butt, lifting her out and on to her feet. The girl was not quite ready to stand yet though, as she immediately stumbled.
"Woah there," Myles said, stopping her from falling. By a stroke of luck, one hand had caught her hips while the other had grabbed just below her breast. He let them linger there as he helped her over to the bed, keeping her body close to his own... so she wouldn't fall.
When he'd sat her down, Hope lifted up her chin to present her gagged mouth, watching him with her big eyes. Sat as she was, he noticed, her legs had parted slightly, revealing her pussy lips.
Was there a glisten of wetness there?
he wondered. Hope seemed to notice where his eyes had shifted and quickly brought her knees together, her cheeks colouring red.
"There are other people downstairs," Myles told her before he reached for her gag. "You'll have to be quiet, okay?"
