Tayla’s on-campus home

Tayla led Mark to her on-campus home that was not too far away from the current building of the party. The whole time, Mark pondered what would happen once they got there. It seemed odd, why would she suddenly be so open to the idea.

It felt crazy to think that this girl would willingly give up her panties to the ex-boyfriend of one of her best friends. It made Mark nervous but he kept following her, right to the front door that she used a key to unlock.

Tayla stepped aside to let Mark inside first. Hesitantly, he walked in slowly, some what afraid that something might jump out of him. Knowing he was just being unrealistic, Mark made he’s way all the way inside. Inspecting the house.

“My bedroom is inside that door on the right,” she said, pointing it out.

Mark took that as a sign to enter, he walked over to it and pushed the door open wider. Walking inside, he flicked the light switch that was on the side of the wall. The moment he flicked the switch, he was jumped from behind.

“ARGH JESUS!” he screamed as Tayla jumped on his back, she held her forearm up against his throat, making it difficult for Mark to breath. Her long legs slung around his body just as right.

Holding that position tightly, Tayla was forcing him forward. Mark stumbled his way to the bed, falling face first on top of it with Tayla right on top of him.

“Stretch out your arms!” she demanded while sitting on top of his back. Mark did as he was told, scared of the consequences if he didn’t.

Before he knew it, Tayla was leaning forward to grab something out of the top draw of her bedside table. It would have been the one time for Mark to make an attempt to get the hell out of there. He just couldn’t though, it may only make things worse.

Eventually, Tayla found what she was after. She had pulled out a thin piece of material, what looked like the string that tied up a dressing gown. She used that to tie both of Mark hands to the head board of her bed.

“What the hell! What’s going??” Mark said panicking.

He was now laying face down on the bed, tied up.

He couldn’t see Tayla.

He couldn’t move.