Seven beautiful women -- Melene, Christy, Suzanne, Beth, Caroline, Young-gai and Mi-Soo -- sorority sisters. All eighteen to twenty two, all interested in guys, all about to learn a new lesson in sensual male-female relations. That's where I fit in: I will be their teacher.
But first, I have to get these ladies ready for school, and that will take a little hanky panky on my part.
I've cased the house and I even got an impression of the back door key. I'm set.
This first lesson is going to be a little rough, but Mr. Duct Tape should smooth things out very nicely.
It's 4 AM Sunday morning. The girls are all dreaming sweetly about the weekend's festivities, and not likely to be fretting yet about the week ahead. It's a perfect time for introductions. I sneak through the kitchen and upstairs. Seven women in four rooms... There are two ways to go about this: from weak to strong, or strong to weak.
Strong is Caroline. She plays for the varsity basketball team. Big, fast... so big and fast that taking her down could easily get a bit noisy. I'll do her last.
That means starting with the oriental ladies, Young-gai and Mi-Soo. Young-gai is thin and just over medium height with straight, dark hair. Even for a Korean, it's dark! Mi-Soo is tall and medium build with a cute, bright expression. Both are exchange students from Korea. I think I can count on some oriental obsequiousness to help me through on this one!
I'm right... A little tape over the mouth, and a quick wrap around the wrists, and Yong-gai is helpless. Thirty seconds later Mi-Soo in the upper bunk is, too. I cross their ankles and tape them, and put my finger to my mouth to indicate they should be quiet. They get the message, just fine!
The next room has Beth and Christy. Beth is a straight-haired brunette who is dead on medium in height and build... Except for her breasts which are delightfully above medium in size and bounce! Christy is medium tall and thin with straight, blond hair. Beth hardly wakes up, even when I wrap her wrists. Christy is awake when I get to her, but offers no resistance. Two out of four... things are going swimmingly!
The last double is Melene and Suzanne. Melene won't be a problem, but Suzanne is tall, redheaded, a swimmer and a tennis player -- she's a mini-Caroline... just barely. I start with her...
Damn! She's fast to wake up. I get her wrists wrapped, but not before the bed is shaking so badly that I hear. "What's going on?" from the bunk above.
"Put your wrists out, dear." I say, and Melene complies. I have her!
Then I hear, "What's doing on?" from behind me! Shit! It's Caroline! This is getting out of hand!
I spin and feint a grab at Caroline's nose. Instinctively her hands go up. I grab the wrist of the right one and spin her into an arm lock with her arm behind her back. She's supple for a big girl, and the arm goes around behind without a hitch. I grab her hair and force her to her knees.
"The other one, too." I let loose of her hair and pull her other arm behind her. She offers no resistance. In fifteen seconds -- the longest of my life -- the tape is around her wrists. Whew!
I tape the mouths of these three and walk them into the TV room at the end of the hall. I set them on the couch, side-by-side, and tape their ankles. Fine, fine ankles they are, too.
"Don't run off." I say. And I collect my other damsels in distress from the other rooms. In two minutes I have all seven on the two couches, all side-by-side, all looking enticingly vulnerable...
What's a lecherous man to do? Well, I'm a card-carrying lecher, so I sample all the breasts in front of me. Umm, they are all fine, fine, fine! This is a wonderful plan I've come up with!
The ladies reactions range from neutral to revulsion as I fondle them. Nothing surprising there.
"OK, ladies. You may wonder why I'm here." I say.
"Some of you think you know." I leer, "And you're not far from right.
"But I'm here for something else, too.
"I'm doing to take you, one-by-one, back to your rooms. There I want you to get me your Driver's License and a major credit card. Do you understand?" I point at each one in turn.
I get nods, sometimes quizzical nods, but all understand.
"OK, lets start with you, Caroline." I cut the tape on her ankles and lead her into her bedroom. She motions to her purse, and I check inside.
"You get by with this little cash?" I say. And I add three twenties to it as I take out the Driver's License and the Visa.
She looks at me strangely. I take some time to fondle her breasts again, and she quickly pulls them away. "Mmon't" she says through the tape. I can see that she's going to be a hard case for what I have planned. I lead her back to the TV room and tape her ankles again.
Soon I have seven sets of Driver's Licenses and Visa cards, and seven girls with their wrists and ankles taped, sitting on the sofas in front of me.
"OK, ladies." I say, "Here's what's happening."
"I now have in my possession enough to make your financial life a living hell: a driver's license and a picture ID. Would you agree?"
Eyes widen as the girls look around at each other, and the realization of what I'm saying sinks in.
"Now... you can report these missing tomorrow, and go through days and days of phone calls and paperwork to protect yourselves. Or... you can do something for me."
The girls look at me... some quizzically, some with daggers in their eyes.
"I want.... twelve hours of your time: a date. I want to pick you up at midnight, and have you back by noon.
"Now.. here's what you can expect on the date, should you choose to do this. A) I will tie you up, much as you are tied up now. B) I will strip you down and fondle you. You are going to be a sex slave for twelve hours. C) You will be a sex slave, but I will not have sex with you: I don't have sex on first dates. D) I'm not into torture and pain -- you should come away excited, but not red or black and blue.
"So, ladies, if you think you can put up with twelve hours of my trying to turn you on... you can have your cards back. If that sounds like too much to put up with, you should report your loss to the police tomorrow."
Clearly what I'm telling them hasn't sunk in... no surprise there.
"I'm giving each of you a card with a phone number. Call this number by 3 PM tomorrow if you want a hot date." I leer again, and I put the card on a breast of each... with another nice fondle. This time I get no objections... a good sign.
"I think you can get yourselves free from here, ladies. I bid you good night... Good morning, actually." I bow, and hurry downstairs and out.
Complete Success!