Chapter 5 by wicker

Does the scissors cut the ziptie

No

Rachel crouched down by the lockers. The boys locker room smelled like a mixture of 60% sweat, 30% Axe body spray, and 10% pine cleaner. She was worried she would vomit into her panties and have to **** it back down.

The boy came back with an old pair of school scissors: small with a blue plastic handle. "All I could find," he said. He tried to cut the ties, but the scissors were too dull. As the boy was behind Rachel, he admired her pert ass. He took a chance and reached down and and ran his hand over her butt cheek.

The feel of the boy's hand on her ass made Rachel shiver. She screeched into the gag then kicked backwards, connecting with the boy's shin.

"Ow, bitch!" said the boy. He got up on the bench and reached onto the top of a locker. He pulled down a dusty dirty jock strap. I saw this the other day when someone through my notebook up here, this jock has probably been here for years. He pulled it down so the cup was over Rachel's face.

The jock smelled like dust and mildew. Rachel made unintelligble sounds.

The boy then took Rachel by the hair to some empty lockers.

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He shoved her in one of the lower lockers then locked it with a combination lock.

Rachel was in a locker that smelled just like the rest of the locker room, only the smells were more concentrated. She could see a bit past the jock strap on her head.

"See ya later!" said the boy. He left the locker room.

Rachel was alone in the putrid smelling locker room. She pushed with her shoulder against the locker door, but it would not budge. Anyone would came in could see her, but only the kid who locked her in would know the combination to get her out, so at least she was safe. To make things worse, she had to pee.