A seemingly nice Anna

I had to wait only a short time until the front door opens. In the door stands a tall and very athletic girl with long black hair. The girl is at least 1.80m tall, which makes her not exactly small breasts are exactly at my eye level. Astonished, the girl looks down at me and kindly asks, "Can I help you?" I respond with a counter question, "Are you Anna?" She responds with a curt yes. Now I ask further, "Are your parents also at home?" Anna replies, "No, I'm here alone."

Actually, I wanted to talk Anna and her parents into conscience. I thought about it for a moment and then decided to try it alone with Anna first. So I explained to the girl, "I'm Emilia's mother and I think the two of us should have a talk." Now I already counted on Anna slamming the door in my face again, but far from it! Instead, the girl nods at me and kindly invites me inside. She leads me into a large and beautifully furnished living room.

Even before we sit down on the sofa Anna asks curiously, "Well what do you want to talk to me about?" To which I reply seriously, "I think you can guess! Mia came home crying today and then tearfully told me what you had done to her. You pulled up her shirt and bra in front of the whole class!" From one moment to the next, Anna suddenly drops her friendly facade and shows me her true face!

With a cheeky grin Anna says: "Well, to talk about Mia's breasts is really a bit exaggerated! And from the looks of it, you don't have the slightest problem showing everyone your non-existent tits. You're practically Hello Titty Senior!" Anna laughs wickedly at me, pointing at my white top. Only when I look down at me I realize that I'm not wearing a bra and you can see my nipples very clearly.

Suddenly the blush rises in my face and I defend myself defiantly: "It's really none of your business what kind of clothes I wear! But what did I expect, if I try to talk to such a spoiled brat like you like an adult. I'd better go now and try again tomorrow with your parents and the principal! I'll make sure you never come near my daughter again!" Then I turn around and want to leave the house again.

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain on my head. Anna has grabbed my blond braid and holds me hard to it. Loudly I cry out in pain, while Anna pulls me further to her. Annoyed Anna explains to me now: "You don't seriously believe that I let myself be made ready by a slut who was too stupid to use contraception properly! When I'm done with you, you won't want to talk to anyone else!" Then she painfully drags me around the house by my pigtail.

Loudly I whine, "Ahh, let go of me right now you stupid bitch!" But Anna does not care in the least. Like a mangy dog she drags me into her room and pushes me onto her bed. Very skillfully the clearly bigger and above all heavier girl sits down on me. Wildly wriggling I try to free myself, but I have nothing to oppose her mass! Undeterred, Anna simply continues. She grabs my left arm and presses it over my head with an incredible ****. Then I hear a metallic click and something cold wraps itself tightly around my thin wrist. When I look at my hand, I realize with horror that Anna has tied me to the bedpost with a handcuff!

Next, the girl pulls my other arm to the second bedpost. Another handcuff is already hanging there. Panic-stricken and full of fear, I try to free my arm from Anna's grip with all my might, but she holds me like a vice. Shortly after, the second steel ring is already firmly around my wrist. Upset, I scream at Anna: "What is this? What are you trying to do to me?! Untie me right now!" The young girl smiles at me and explains threateningly: "Calm down again, we haven't even started yet! The best is yet to come! Oh I'm sure that I will still have a lot of fun with you! But for now we'll shut you up, not that I'll get in trouble with the neighbors."

While I curse loudly, Anna calmly opens her nightstand drawer and pulls out a leather strap with a red ball, not quite the size of a tennis ball. Before I understood what it was about, the girl stuffs the gag into my mouth. The part is so big that it fits only under pain in my small mouth. I try to spit the ball out, but Anna still manages to close the leather strap tightly behind my head. Now Anna gets off me and looks contentedly at her work, while I fidget wildly with my legs and curse into the ball gag. Amused, my young tormentor states, "Yes, keep kicking so that your skirt slides nicely further and further up."

Anna was right, through my resistance, my mini has actually already slipped a good bit upwards. To prevent that this young brat gets to see more of me, I now press my thighs firmly together and lie still. Knowingly Anna grins cheekily at me and then brings forward something under her bed. There are two ropes, each with a wide leather loop at the end. The girl grabs one of my ankles next. With moderate kicks I try to prevent Anna from putting the leather cuffs on me. I manage to make my tormentor take a little longer, but I couldn't stop her either. After Anna has strapped the leather loop tightly around my ankle, she loops the rope around the bedpost and pulls it to tension. Anna fixes the rope with a skillful knot and then grabs my not yet tied leg.

In the meantime it is almost impossible for me to defend myself against my tormentor. When Anna then also tightens the second rope, she forces me to open my legs wide. Self-satisfied Anna now states, "Oh yes, with you I will definitely have a lot of fun!" The words of this bitch make me extremely aware of my helpless situation. An ice-cold shiver runs down my back and I get goose bumps.

Now Anna stands at my side and pulls up my white top as far as it goes without warning. Amused, the young girl states, "You actually have, just like your daughter, almost no tits. Flat as a board and tiny pink nipples." At this, she pinches my sensitive nipples so hard that I gasp in pain into the ball gag. "Oh yeah, those nipples are really made to be pinched!" Anna announces mockingly and calmly explains further, "Then let's see what else is under your clothes!"

Immediately I panic and tear like crazy at my shackles, but they do not even give a millimeter. Laughing, the young girl grabs the hem of my skirt and pulls it up to my belly button. Only my plain black panties prevent this bitch from seeing my little treasure box. I feel so humiliated as never before in my life! Meanwhile, disappointed Anna rolls her eyes and states: "Really! From a slut like you, which has already let itself be impregnated at the age of 18, I would have expected something more exciting than just such a simple black slip! We'll have to change that right away!"

It's not clear to me what Anna is up to now. When the young girl pulls an expensive-looking switchblade out of her nightstand shortly after, I'm suddenly scared to ****! What does this diabolical bitch only still plan with me! Again I tug in panic at all four shackles and scream loudly into the gag. Threateningly, my tormentor holds the polished blade in front of my face and explains to me very seriously: "You should hold very still now, otherwise I'll cut you!" I am only slightly reassured that Anna does not want to cut me.

Next, the young girl puts the blade with the flat side on one of my nipples and asks me, "Can you feel the cold steel?" Anxiously I just nod whereupon Anna continues talking: "This feeling always makes me immediately so really horny! I think it's because I know that the blade is razor sharp! Already a small wrong movement is enough and BANG already the nipple is also already off!" Sharp I pull in the air and and stare with wide eyes at the knife.

As if in slow motion, Anna now lets the cold steel slide over my soft skin until she has arrived at my bare thighs. I hold my breath as the girl very carefully slides the blade under the waistband of my panties. Completely effortlessly, the knife cuts the fabric. Anna does the same to my second leg. Smiling broadly, like a little child unwrapping a present, the girl takes off the loose scrap of fabric and throws it carelessly aside.

Now Anna looks blatantly between my spread legs and contorts her face in disgust. Condescendingly the girl states: "What kind of woman still lets her pubic hair grow wildly nowadays? I'll tell you, only totally neglected and unbanged women! I'm sure both apply to you!" I am embarrassed and totally ashamed! This is not only because I am currently lying helpless, virtually naked and tied up in front of my daughter's bullies, but mainly because Anna was not entirely wrong. I have not had real sex for very many years! Over time, I have slowly but steadily placed less and less importance on my appearance and clothing.

I feel really caught, however, only when my tormentor knowingly states: "Oh, I must have hit a nerve! I can also tell you exactly what you look at it. 1. your missing bra shows everyone that you want to be fucked! In addition, the short skirt, you could just as well fuck me tattoo on your forehead! 2. your missing make-up, the cheapest panties you can find and your unshaved cunt. All that shows me that you would like to be fucked but certainly haven't even been touched by a man in years!" Once again, the young girl hits the mark with her assumption, which hurts me deeply.

With the sharp blade Anna cuts off a strand of my blond pubic hair and holds it right in front of my eyes and asks me: "Do you seriously believe that there is even one man who finds it horny to sink his part in this bush? This cheeky brat has actually managed to make me wonder if she is right. Am I perhaps actually subconsciously dressed like this to finally have sex again? The fact that I put less and less value on my appearance in recent years I can probably badly slander!

As if Anna could read my thoughts she explains to me: "Yes, even a blind man can see this. Best I help you to finally be fucked again so right!"