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Bonnie watched Gordon walk off before zipping up her gear bag. How DARE he! she thought as she lifted the strap over her shoulder. He doesn't even have a car, for god's sake. Not that she'd go out with him even if he did. He obviously came from a working class family.
She glanced at his receding figure once more. Just look at those broad shoulders, she thought. Those muscular arms and legs. He's built for lifting and digging, not learning. He'll never amount to anything. Why is he even bothering with college? But then again, why was SHE bothering with college? She shouldn't have to be there at all. Why did her Daddy make her do this? It was such a waste of time and money when he could just bring her into the company anytime he wanted. He'd changed ever since Mom left and he married that two-bit whore. It was like he didn't even want his little girl around anymore. Bonnie fumed as she strolled long the path, kicking loose stones angrily out of her way. The only good thing about this stupid school was cheerleading. Her favorite activity in the world was making men want her, and cheerleading was perfect for that. It was the one place she was completely free to strut her stuff in front of a whole crowd of ogling apes like that Gorgon dolt. The sound of footsteps hurrying behind her broke her reverie. She stopped and turned. It was Karen. "Hey Bonnie," said Karen. "We still on for tonight?" "Sure! Beer party in the park, right?" "Right! I'll swing by around nine and pick you up." "Okay." The "park" was really just a clearing in a heavily wooded area south of campus. In a few months she could drink legally, but the underage parties in the park were fun even if she never let herself get more than tipsy. Her enjoyment came from watching everyone else get totally hammered, all the while teasing the guys and letting them make fools of themselves trying to impress her. Eventually they'd give up and have to settle for homely Karen or some other second rate chick. As she neared the dorm, Bonnie remembered she had a paper due the next day. Better take care of that little chore before anything else, she thought. Getting out her cell phone, she selected a name from her directory and hit the call button. "Hello?" answered a male voice after the third ring. "Dougy?" she said, making her voice sugary. "Yeah. Hi Bonnie!" "How's my paper coming along." "Almost done." "Good. You better have it ready an hour before class. One full hour or I'm not paying you." "I understand, Bonnie. It's almost done. Honest. But, Bonnie, I was wondering..." "What, Dougy?" "Well, maybe after this you and I could, you know, go out sometime?" "I dunno. Maybe. If I get an A on the paper, I'll think about." "Really? That's super! Thanks, Bonnie." She flipped the phone shut and rolled her eyes. As if she'd ever go out with someone who wrote papers for hire! What an idiot. She spent the rest of the afternoon in her private room browsing porn sites on the web and fingering her clit. After a while, her contact lenses started to feel uncomfortably dry. I shouldn't even have to wear contacts, she thought moodily as she squeezed drops into her eyes. Daddy should just shell out for the laser surgery like I want. Then we'd both be happy. I wouldn't have to bother with contacts or glasses, and he wouldn't have to hear me nag him about it. Maybe he's waiting for my birthday. Around 8:30 she put on her makeup and dressed. She decided on a pair of red, barely-there shorts, a pale yellow tank top, and strappy high heeled sandals. "That oughtta make the natives restless," she mused aloud as she admired herself in the mirror. Karen was already waiting for her when she stepped outside. She got in and Karen drove off. Soon they were pulling into the parking lot of the mall that abutted the woods. Karen parked the car and they headed together for the path to the clearing. It was getting dark, but the light from the parking lot was plenty enough to find their way.
Punishing the Girls, Chapter 2
About half way there, Karen stopped short.
"I forgot something in the car," she said. "You go ahead without me."
"What did you forget?" asked Bonnie.
"Um... I... It's a surprise. For Jeff. You'll see later."
"Oh," said Bonnie. "All right, but hurry up. We're a little early and I don't want to be the only girl there."
"Okay," said Karen as she turned and hurried back toward the car.
Bonnie continued along the path to the clearing. As she stepped out of the thicket, she could see that there were already about a half dozen people there already, sitting around a picnic table someone had left there years ago.
Looks like I'm the only girl so far, thought Bonnie. She turned to see if Karen was coming yet, but her fellow cheerleader was nowhere to be seen. Reluctantly, she stepped forward.
"Hey, guys," she said as she neared the gathering. No one looked up or even acknowledged her. She could see that none of them were drinking yet. In fact, she didn't even see any kegs. But there WAS a box, like a large trunk sitting on the table.
"Whazzup? Party over already, or am I in the wrong woods?" she chuckled. But no one else laughed.
One of the guys stood and turned toward her. He was wearing a dark mask over his face, with holes only for his eyes.
This isn't right, she thought. Her internal alarms were screaming. Turn and run! Now!
"Are you Bonnie?" boomed a deep voice from behind the mask. "Bonnie McNeil?"
"I- No! I'm not her. I mean, I- I swear... I'm not. Really.
The first masked figure took a step toward her as the rest of the masked men rose and turned her way.
At last, Bonnie found her legs. She turned to run, but stopped short. Across the clearing, near the path back to the parking lot, she saw Karen leaning casually against a tree with her arms folded across her chest.
"There!" she called over her shoulder. "That's Bonnie. That's the girl you want!" She finally forced her feet to move, but tripped after only a couple of steps. She sprawled onto the ground, breaking her fall with her hands.
Behind her, the group of masked men advanced, chanting in unison, "Bonnie... Bonnie McNeil..."
"Kar- I mean, Bonnie! Help me! Tell them. Tell them you're Bonnie. Please!" She pushed herself to her feet and tried to run again. Karen just stood there staring at her, slowly shaking her head. Why didn't she go for help?
A pair of hands gripped her arms and pulled her back. "We know who you are, Bonnie," growled her assailant.
"No!" she shouted. "Let go of me! Karen! Help me!"
She squirmed and struggled, but the hands held her fast. The other masked figured surrounded her, still chanting her name.
"Okay, all right," she sputtered. "I am Bonnie. I- What do you want with me? Please! Don't hurt me. I'm a cheerleader!"
Behind her she heard a ripping sound, like heavy tape being pulled from a roll. The man holding her pressed her arms together as another began wrapping the tape around her joined wrists.
"NO!" she screamed. Frantically, she kicked backward and caught one of them in the shin. He yelped in pain, and immediately all the others rushed in on her. They were all over her instantly. She thrashed about, but a dozen strong hands took control of her body.
Her first kick would prove to be her last, as her legs were quickly immobilized, her slender ankles circled with tape. Other hands grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back. Another hand grasped her jaw, holding her head still.
At the same time, she felt her arms wrenched back even further while more tape was wrapped around her elbows. She tried to cry out but more hands forced a large squishy ball between her shocked lips. Before she could even try to spit it out, more of the tape sealed her lips and circled her head.
The whole process seemed to happen in a flash, yet took forever at the same time.
As a group, her attackers backed away and resumed chanting her name. Blinking back tears, Bonnie wobbled atop her high heel clad feet that bound much too tightly together to give her much balance. She tugged at her arms, leaning precariously with the effort. Losing her balance, she hopped and shuffled helplessly until one of the men steadied her.
Huffing and gasping for air through her nose, she saw Karen walk casually toward her. In disbelief, Bonnie watched as her friend regarded her helpless form from head to toe. Karen smiled and looked around at the masked men.
"Nice job," she said. Then without warning, she slapped Bonnie, hard, across the cheek. "It's time you learned a lesson or two, bitch!"
Karen stepped back, and the men advanced on her again. They hauled the trunk from the table and set it next to her. They lifted her and somehow folded her into it and slammed down the lid.
Trapped in darkness and hardly able to breathe, Bonnie McNeil sobbed as the trunk with her inside made began its journey to... where?
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