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Part 15: Hogtie

We're going to have fun. She should've known what that meant. Of course, when something that made her eyes water and her nostrils quiver was swept under her nose, she didn't have much common sense about her. "Aah!" she said, removing her face from the mattress. Marcus withdrew the smelling salts.

"Wonderful," Everly said flatly from somewhere behind her. Marilynn couldn't see, as she was on her front; she couldn't even make a move to roll over. Her hands and feet were tied behind her and together as well in an inescapable hogtie.
She felt Everly's hands on her waist, turning her over to face him. Today he wore an outright wicked grin, staring at her fully naked form. Her legs were forced apart, and the hogtie made her chest puff out and her heels dig into her ass, which was an incredibly uncomfortable position to be in, especially as she was being scrutinized by her classmate.

Then, to her utmost horror, he took his phone out and began snapping pictures of Marilynn in this degrading position. She couldn't help but squeak as she writhed against the cords biting her wrists and ankles, trying to get into a less vulnerable position.

Fuck. Fuck, no, stop!!

Finally, when Everly seemed satisfied with the abundance of nudes on his record, he left, staring eagerly at his screen. Marcus, too, withdrew, but not before looking her body up and down. She clenched her eyes shut, shivering in shame until she heard him walk away.
They didn't come back that night, leaving her to shred her mind worrying about what Everly would do with the pictures he'd taken of her.

~ DAY 5 ~

When he returned the following afternoon, he seemed rushed, immediately setting his backpack down on the floor with a clank. He sawed through her bonds, releasing her far-beyond aching spine, and said, "Go take a shower. Bathroom's just around the corner that way." When she hesitated, Everly slapped her ass. "Shower. Go." Marilynn hurried down the hall, feeling his stare crawl on her neck. The bathroom had a hair drier, razors, a hairbrush - they must've been Ashlee's, but these were all things she used regularly at - at home.

She got over the feeling, tore her eyes away and stepped into the shower.

The first thing she did was tilt her head upwards and let the water fall into her thirsty mouth. Now refreshed, she scrubbed shampoo into her hair and let the grime rinse off. The shower ended up not taking long, and afterwards she blow dried and brushed her washed hair.

When Marilynn left the bathroom, she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to preserve whatever little dignity was left to her. Everly was waiting for her in the bedroom with his shirt off. She sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed and he immediately seized her wrists and pinned them above her head. She gasped when he picked up a pair of leather cuffs from the bed and attached them to the headboard before clasping them around her wrists.

Now she couldn't get away.