Captured by a High School Rival (F/M) part 5 added!
Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2020 1:12 am
As far back as I can remember Lauren had a problem with me. We were in the same year in high school and shared the odd classes together. Occasionally we would pass one another in the hallway or in a class room and we would trade insults back and fourth. It had gone on for so long that I couldn’t even remember why we argued. We just did. And I reckon she couldn’t remember either. It was just what we did.
We were both in our sixth and final year of high school. Lauren had shortish light brown hair and was quite small at around 5 foot 3”. I towered above her at 6 foot 1” although my build was quite skinny and gangly. Something Lauren would often mock. She was quite sporty and very good at gymnastics, evident in her slim build. She preferred the more physically challenging classes in high school in contrast to me, preferring the theoretical classes. We were very much opposites.
One of the few classes we did share was Physical Education. This is where we clashed the most often. She usually bested me in every sport that we played however there was one that I was better at. Dodgeball. Eventually my superiority in dodgeball pushed Lauren to her limits.
It was a Thursday afternoon. PE was the last subject of the day which meant that it was a bit chaotic since everyone was excited about going home. Our teacher was Ms McLeland. A lot of the guys in the class would spend most of the time staring at her rather than participating. She was fairly young for a teacher and quite attractive with long curly blonde hair. She could be a bit moany though especially if you annoyed her.
Much to my enjoyment and Lauren’s dismay, this afternoon Ms McLeland had decided we would play dodgeball. I could see the annoyance on Lauren’s face. We were placed on opposite teams.
The game began and the usual chaos kicked off. Balls flying everywhere. People not really playing, just throwing balls about to avoid Ms McLeland’s wrath.
An uneventful 45 minutes passed where Lauren continually failed to hit me. I avoided targeting her and waited for the dying seconds of the game. I watched as Ms McLeland brought the whistle to her lips and I skewed a shot right towards Lauren. The ball smacked her right in the face. I had slightly misjudged the throw.
Lauren shook her head in pain. She scanned the room looking for me. She knew instantly that I was behind it. She spotted me and began charging towards me in a fit of rage. Ms McLeland spotted her mid-charge and stopped her. She called me over as the rest of the class piled back towards the changing rooms.
“I saw that!” She boomed at me as I walked over to her and Lauren.
“I didn’t mean to hit her face” I responded, trying to hold back a laugh.
“You f*cking meant it!” Lauren roared.
“Hey!” Ms McLeland interrupted Lauren. “Enough of that language!” She wiggled her finger at Lauren.
She then turned to face me. “You think it’s funny?” She challenged me. I shook my head but I was still trying to fight back a chuckle.
“Right. Well you can stay behind and tidy up!” She instructed me as she placed her hands on her hips.
“Haha!” Lauren taunted me as my smile disappeared.
“You too!” Ms McLeland added. “I’ve seen you 2 argue before and I’m fed up! Both of you can stay behind and work together to clean everything up!”
“Fine” I moaned, annoyed but accepting that I probably deserved the punishment. Lauren wasn’t so accepting.
“That’s so unfair! It’s his fault!” Lauren protested.
“You’re both as bad as each other!” Ms McLeland continued to rant. “So both of you can clean up together and perhaps you’ll get along better!”
She walked towards the gym hall exit. “You can start by tidying up in here.” She pointed towards the large equipment room. It was always a mess. In my 6 years at that school I had never seen it tidy.
“And don’t think about sneaking off you 2! I’m working late tonight so I’ll be in to check on you both in an hour!” She left the gym hall.
“Ugh well done idiot” Lauren moaned as she pushed me.
“Well if you were better at the game you might have ‘dodged’ the ball!” I mocked her.
“Shut up!” Lauren snapped back at me.
We walked inside the large equipment room. There was all sorts of sporting equipment strewn all over the place. I began to pick up some footballs and place them on a rack. Lauren stood with her arms folded, still annoyed.
“You can go grab the dodgeballs from the hall” I pointed out the door. She sighed then stomped out the room.
I continued to tidy up. Suddenly the dodgeballs began flying into the room. Lauren had lined them up outside the door and was kicking them in.
“You’re supposed to dodge them!” She mimicked me as she blasted the, one by one. A few of them hit me knocking me off my feet.
I jumped back up and grabbed one to throw back in retaliation but before I could throw it Lauren grabbed the door and slammed it shut. I dropped the ball and ran to the door. I heard the lock turn. Lauren had locked me inside the equipment room.
“Hey! Let me out. Ms McLeland will be back anyway!” I warned her.
“I know. So you better tidy up then! I’ll let you out once you’ve tidied up!” She threatened.
“No, you’re supposed to help tidy up!” I reminded her.
“So if she comes back and sees it’s not tidy? We both stay longer. If you tidy it now then we can both go home!” Lauren shouted through the door. She had a point. If I left it as is then we’d just have to stay longer. Annoyed, I began picking up the dodgeballs and stashing them away.
About 50 minutes passed. I spent the entire time tidying up inside the equipment room. All that remained were some long padded mats that we used for gymnastics. They were about a metre and a half wide and several metres long. They were pretty thick and had to be rolled up then secured.
From what I could hear, Lauren had went to the changing room and grabbed her phone and spent the time sitting against the locked door playing on her phone.
“Are you almost done?” She yelled through the door.
“Almost. Just 1 gymnastics mat left to roll” I responded.
The door unlocked and Lauren walked in clutching the keys to the door.
“Ok, I’ll help you with that” she smiled as she walked in. I was mad at her but I couldn’t be bothered with any arguing having just spent an hour putting away sports equipment.
“Ok. Thanks. I’ll grab this end. You hold that end still so I can roll it” I instructed her as I leaned over the mat.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Lauren smirked from behind me.
Suddenly her foot wrapped around my leg and swept it out from under me. Her arm pushed on my shoulder, throwing me down onto the mat.
“What the?!” I yelped as I fell flat.
Lauren grabbed my legs and swivelled me so that I was lying on the edge of the mat. She dug her feet under the mat and kicked up. The mat rolled along, slowly wrapping me up inside it. She placed her hands on the mat and continued rolling it along, bundling me inside it. I could hardly see as I spun continuously as she rolled. Occasionally I would see her face sinisterly smiling as she continued rolling. The mat pinned my arms tight to my sides and got increasingly tighter with each roll.
Finally it stopped rolling. The mat had rolled so much that I was now about 2 feet off the ground. My head stuck out one side and my feet stuck out the other. I was positioned with my head facing downwards.
“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted at Lauren.
She was overcome with laughter. “Oh my god that was hilarious. You just kept rolling!” She said in between laughs.
“I didn’t think that would work as good as it has!” She celebrated.
“Unroll me!” I commanded as I squirmed. My feet were able to wiggle upwards and downwards but other than that I was rightly secured.
“No way!” Lauren continued to giggle as she rummaged through a box. “Ah ha!” She produced 3 of the leather belts that were used to secure the rolled up mats.
“Please don’t!” I begged as she approached me, unraveling the belts.
She placed the 3 belts on the floor and with her foot she slid each one under the mat. One belt was at the bottom of the mat, one belt was in the middle and the third belt was at the top of the mat, about shoulder height on me.
She walked round me and began securing the belts.
“We don’t want any wiggle room do we!” She smiled as she stretched the belt down by my feet. I felt the mat pull tighter around my ankles as she buckled the belt.
She moved onto the one at my shoulders, again pulling it tight.
Finally she grasped the belt around my waist area and stretched that tight. She watched as I squirmed agains t the tightening rolled up mat.
“Is that too tight?” She checked.
“Yep!” I cried.
“Good!” She smiled. She secured the belt.
“She’ll be back soon!” I reminded Lauren of Ms McLeland’s imminent return. “You won’t get away with this!”
“Hmmmm well we shall see” Lauren confidently smirked. I could hear her rummaging through some shelves behind me. I wriggled and tried to turn my head to see what she was doing but I could only turn slightly to see her from the knees down.
She stopped rummaging and made her way over to me. I watched as she approached. I stared down at the floor. Her black converse trainers stood in front of me in my eye-line. I couldn’t look up to see what she was doing but she was preparing something in her hands.
Her hands came down either side of my head. I turned left to see her right hand. In it she was holding a white ping pong ball. She pressed it against my lips and pressed hard with her index finger. It took my by surprise and the ping pong ball popped through my lips and into my mouth. Her left hand then clamped over my lips.
“Hrrmmmghhh!” I yelped as her hand covered my mouth. I wriggled my head but she held it in place.
Her right hand came into view again. This time she was holding the ping pong net. She quickly grabbed the end of it with her left hand and pulled it tight over my mouth. She began wrapping it around my head. She wrapped several times, each time she tugged it making sure it was tight.
“Mmrrrghhh!” I screamed. I pushed the ping pong ball to the front of my mouth so it was pressing against the net.
Lauren yanked the net as she knitted it behind my head then knelt down. She leaned down so her face was below mines and she could inspect the gag. Without making eye contact she felt the gag, inspecting the tightness and compactness of the ping pong ball.
“Hmmmm. It’ll do for now.” She noted as she stood back up. “Right. I need to make you disappear for a bit!” She placed her foot onto the centre of the mat and pushed me across the room towards the other rolled up mats.
“I’ll stick you behind these until she’s gone” Lauren smiled as she continued pushing me along with her leg. Every time she pushed, I rocked back and forth in the tight roll. She slid me behind the other mats. My feet were a few inches away from the wall. I stretched in an attempt to push off the wall hoping that it would slide me out of the rolled up mat.
Lauren spotted my stretching feet and pulled the mat away from the wall putting an end to that escape attempt. Now my head stuck out slightly from behind the mats.
“Hmmmmm. I’ll need to do something about that...” she said as she patted my head. “I know! Stay there!” She rushed back over to the shelves. She returned clutching the black materiel back that held the ping pong balls inside it. She drew open the bags draw strings and poured the balls onto the floor allowing them to scramble everywhere. Then she took the black bag and slowly pulled it down over my head plunging me into complete darkness.
“MMMMRRGHHH!” I cried as she pulled the bag over.
“Relax!” She patted my bagged head. “It’s only until she’s gone. Then you’ll get an upgrade.” Her voice was muffled but I could make out what she was saying.
Suddenly there was a knock on the equipment room door. A voice sounded from outside.
“I hope you two are still tidying in there!” It said. Despite the muffled sounds I could tell it was Ms McLeland. ‘She could save me!’ I thought. For a moment I paused and thought of the humiliation of an attractive teacher discovering me so helpless and having to rescue me but it would definitely be a more preferable fate to whatever Lauren had planned.
“GRRRMMMGHHH!” I called out through the ping pong ball, the net around my mouth and the thick black bag over my head.
“Shhhhh” Lauren whispered has she yanked the drawstrings of the bag pulling it fully closed over. I wriggled and swayed but I couldn’t move at all. Only my feet could helplessly wiggle. I needed to find a way to get Ms McLeland to spot me or hear me. Otherwise I’d be Lauren’s helpless captive. And that wouldn’t be good!
I heard Lauren walk over to the room door and open it.
To be continued.
Hope everyone’s enjoying it so far. There’s quite a bit of setup in the first part so the next part will get more into the tying up etc.
Thanks!
We were both in our sixth and final year of high school. Lauren had shortish light brown hair and was quite small at around 5 foot 3”. I towered above her at 6 foot 1” although my build was quite skinny and gangly. Something Lauren would often mock. She was quite sporty and very good at gymnastics, evident in her slim build. She preferred the more physically challenging classes in high school in contrast to me, preferring the theoretical classes. We were very much opposites.
One of the few classes we did share was Physical Education. This is where we clashed the most often. She usually bested me in every sport that we played however there was one that I was better at. Dodgeball. Eventually my superiority in dodgeball pushed Lauren to her limits.
It was a Thursday afternoon. PE was the last subject of the day which meant that it was a bit chaotic since everyone was excited about going home. Our teacher was Ms McLeland. A lot of the guys in the class would spend most of the time staring at her rather than participating. She was fairly young for a teacher and quite attractive with long curly blonde hair. She could be a bit moany though especially if you annoyed her.
Much to my enjoyment and Lauren’s dismay, this afternoon Ms McLeland had decided we would play dodgeball. I could see the annoyance on Lauren’s face. We were placed on opposite teams.
The game began and the usual chaos kicked off. Balls flying everywhere. People not really playing, just throwing balls about to avoid Ms McLeland’s wrath.
An uneventful 45 minutes passed where Lauren continually failed to hit me. I avoided targeting her and waited for the dying seconds of the game. I watched as Ms McLeland brought the whistle to her lips and I skewed a shot right towards Lauren. The ball smacked her right in the face. I had slightly misjudged the throw.
Lauren shook her head in pain. She scanned the room looking for me. She knew instantly that I was behind it. She spotted me and began charging towards me in a fit of rage. Ms McLeland spotted her mid-charge and stopped her. She called me over as the rest of the class piled back towards the changing rooms.
“I saw that!” She boomed at me as I walked over to her and Lauren.
“I didn’t mean to hit her face” I responded, trying to hold back a laugh.
“You f*cking meant it!” Lauren roared.
“Hey!” Ms McLeland interrupted Lauren. “Enough of that language!” She wiggled her finger at Lauren.
She then turned to face me. “You think it’s funny?” She challenged me. I shook my head but I was still trying to fight back a chuckle.
“Right. Well you can stay behind and tidy up!” She instructed me as she placed her hands on her hips.
“Haha!” Lauren taunted me as my smile disappeared.
“You too!” Ms McLeland added. “I’ve seen you 2 argue before and I’m fed up! Both of you can stay behind and work together to clean everything up!”
“Fine” I moaned, annoyed but accepting that I probably deserved the punishment. Lauren wasn’t so accepting.
“That’s so unfair! It’s his fault!” Lauren protested.
“You’re both as bad as each other!” Ms McLeland continued to rant. “So both of you can clean up together and perhaps you’ll get along better!”
She walked towards the gym hall exit. “You can start by tidying up in here.” She pointed towards the large equipment room. It was always a mess. In my 6 years at that school I had never seen it tidy.
“And don’t think about sneaking off you 2! I’m working late tonight so I’ll be in to check on you both in an hour!” She left the gym hall.
“Ugh well done idiot” Lauren moaned as she pushed me.
“Well if you were better at the game you might have ‘dodged’ the ball!” I mocked her.
“Shut up!” Lauren snapped back at me.
We walked inside the large equipment room. There was all sorts of sporting equipment strewn all over the place. I began to pick up some footballs and place them on a rack. Lauren stood with her arms folded, still annoyed.
“You can go grab the dodgeballs from the hall” I pointed out the door. She sighed then stomped out the room.
I continued to tidy up. Suddenly the dodgeballs began flying into the room. Lauren had lined them up outside the door and was kicking them in.
“You’re supposed to dodge them!” She mimicked me as she blasted the, one by one. A few of them hit me knocking me off my feet.
I jumped back up and grabbed one to throw back in retaliation but before I could throw it Lauren grabbed the door and slammed it shut. I dropped the ball and ran to the door. I heard the lock turn. Lauren had locked me inside the equipment room.
“Hey! Let me out. Ms McLeland will be back anyway!” I warned her.
“I know. So you better tidy up then! I’ll let you out once you’ve tidied up!” She threatened.
“No, you’re supposed to help tidy up!” I reminded her.
“So if she comes back and sees it’s not tidy? We both stay longer. If you tidy it now then we can both go home!” Lauren shouted through the door. She had a point. If I left it as is then we’d just have to stay longer. Annoyed, I began picking up the dodgeballs and stashing them away.
About 50 minutes passed. I spent the entire time tidying up inside the equipment room. All that remained were some long padded mats that we used for gymnastics. They were about a metre and a half wide and several metres long. They were pretty thick and had to be rolled up then secured.
From what I could hear, Lauren had went to the changing room and grabbed her phone and spent the time sitting against the locked door playing on her phone.
“Are you almost done?” She yelled through the door.
“Almost. Just 1 gymnastics mat left to roll” I responded.
The door unlocked and Lauren walked in clutching the keys to the door.
“Ok, I’ll help you with that” she smiled as she walked in. I was mad at her but I couldn’t be bothered with any arguing having just spent an hour putting away sports equipment.
“Ok. Thanks. I’ll grab this end. You hold that end still so I can roll it” I instructed her as I leaned over the mat.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Lauren smirked from behind me.
Suddenly her foot wrapped around my leg and swept it out from under me. Her arm pushed on my shoulder, throwing me down onto the mat.
“What the?!” I yelped as I fell flat.
Lauren grabbed my legs and swivelled me so that I was lying on the edge of the mat. She dug her feet under the mat and kicked up. The mat rolled along, slowly wrapping me up inside it. She placed her hands on the mat and continued rolling it along, bundling me inside it. I could hardly see as I spun continuously as she rolled. Occasionally I would see her face sinisterly smiling as she continued rolling. The mat pinned my arms tight to my sides and got increasingly tighter with each roll.
Finally it stopped rolling. The mat had rolled so much that I was now about 2 feet off the ground. My head stuck out one side and my feet stuck out the other. I was positioned with my head facing downwards.
“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted at Lauren.
She was overcome with laughter. “Oh my god that was hilarious. You just kept rolling!” She said in between laughs.
“I didn’t think that would work as good as it has!” She celebrated.
“Unroll me!” I commanded as I squirmed. My feet were able to wiggle upwards and downwards but other than that I was rightly secured.
“No way!” Lauren continued to giggle as she rummaged through a box. “Ah ha!” She produced 3 of the leather belts that were used to secure the rolled up mats.
“Please don’t!” I begged as she approached me, unraveling the belts.
She placed the 3 belts on the floor and with her foot she slid each one under the mat. One belt was at the bottom of the mat, one belt was in the middle and the third belt was at the top of the mat, about shoulder height on me.
She walked round me and began securing the belts.
“We don’t want any wiggle room do we!” She smiled as she stretched the belt down by my feet. I felt the mat pull tighter around my ankles as she buckled the belt.
She moved onto the one at my shoulders, again pulling it tight.
Finally she grasped the belt around my waist area and stretched that tight. She watched as I squirmed agains t the tightening rolled up mat.
“Is that too tight?” She checked.
“Yep!” I cried.
“Good!” She smiled. She secured the belt.
“She’ll be back soon!” I reminded Lauren of Ms McLeland’s imminent return. “You won’t get away with this!”
“Hmmmm well we shall see” Lauren confidently smirked. I could hear her rummaging through some shelves behind me. I wriggled and tried to turn my head to see what she was doing but I could only turn slightly to see her from the knees down.
She stopped rummaging and made her way over to me. I watched as she approached. I stared down at the floor. Her black converse trainers stood in front of me in my eye-line. I couldn’t look up to see what she was doing but she was preparing something in her hands.
Her hands came down either side of my head. I turned left to see her right hand. In it she was holding a white ping pong ball. She pressed it against my lips and pressed hard with her index finger. It took my by surprise and the ping pong ball popped through my lips and into my mouth. Her left hand then clamped over my lips.
“Hrrmmmghhh!” I yelped as her hand covered my mouth. I wriggled my head but she held it in place.
Her right hand came into view again. This time she was holding the ping pong net. She quickly grabbed the end of it with her left hand and pulled it tight over my mouth. She began wrapping it around my head. She wrapped several times, each time she tugged it making sure it was tight.
“Mmrrrghhh!” I screamed. I pushed the ping pong ball to the front of my mouth so it was pressing against the net.
Lauren yanked the net as she knitted it behind my head then knelt down. She leaned down so her face was below mines and she could inspect the gag. Without making eye contact she felt the gag, inspecting the tightness and compactness of the ping pong ball.
“Hmmmm. It’ll do for now.” She noted as she stood back up. “Right. I need to make you disappear for a bit!” She placed her foot onto the centre of the mat and pushed me across the room towards the other rolled up mats.
“I’ll stick you behind these until she’s gone” Lauren smiled as she continued pushing me along with her leg. Every time she pushed, I rocked back and forth in the tight roll. She slid me behind the other mats. My feet were a few inches away from the wall. I stretched in an attempt to push off the wall hoping that it would slide me out of the rolled up mat.
Lauren spotted my stretching feet and pulled the mat away from the wall putting an end to that escape attempt. Now my head stuck out slightly from behind the mats.
“Hmmmmm. I’ll need to do something about that...” she said as she patted my head. “I know! Stay there!” She rushed back over to the shelves. She returned clutching the black materiel back that held the ping pong balls inside it. She drew open the bags draw strings and poured the balls onto the floor allowing them to scramble everywhere. Then she took the black bag and slowly pulled it down over my head plunging me into complete darkness.
“MMMMRRGHHH!” I cried as she pulled the bag over.
“Relax!” She patted my bagged head. “It’s only until she’s gone. Then you’ll get an upgrade.” Her voice was muffled but I could make out what she was saying.
Suddenly there was a knock on the equipment room door. A voice sounded from outside.
“I hope you two are still tidying in there!” It said. Despite the muffled sounds I could tell it was Ms McLeland. ‘She could save me!’ I thought. For a moment I paused and thought of the humiliation of an attractive teacher discovering me so helpless and having to rescue me but it would definitely be a more preferable fate to whatever Lauren had planned.
“GRRRMMMGHHH!” I called out through the ping pong ball, the net around my mouth and the thick black bag over my head.
“Shhhhh” Lauren whispered has she yanked the drawstrings of the bag pulling it fully closed over. I wriggled and swayed but I couldn’t move at all. Only my feet could helplessly wiggle. I needed to find a way to get Ms McLeland to spot me or hear me. Otherwise I’d be Lauren’s helpless captive. And that wouldn’t be good!
I heard Lauren walk over to the room door and open it.
To be continued.
Hope everyone’s enjoying it so far. There’s quite a bit of setup in the first part so the next part will get more into the tying up etc.
Thanks!