Try to escape somehow

As Mr Hodgkinson is ogling you, drooling almost uncontrollably and his concentration levels completely distracted, you seize a second opportunity to make a brave run towards the classroom door. You sprint as fast as you can, your breasts wobbling under your crisp white shirt as you move. This time though, Mr Hodgkinson is much more alert, seemingly distracted, he still possessed enough guile to pursue you and its a race against time to escape as you frantically open the classroom door before he catches you. You manage to open the door and get out into the corridor, but it is as far as you get, as Mr Hodgkinson paces behind your body, scoops you up into a tight winching bearhug and begins to smother your terrified face with a cloth soaked in chloroform. You struggle as hard as you can to get away while screaming for help, but noone can hear you at all. His grip is vice-like and it is only a matter of time before the chloroform begins to take effect. You feel yourself getting weaker and weaker in his strong overpowering arms until eventually, your senses are cut off, everything becomes blurry and you finally pass out.

Satisfied that the chloroform has taken effect, he removes the cloth from off your face. Mr Hodgkinson smiles in a satisfactory fashion before carrying your slim limp body back into his classroom with one of his arms locked around your midriff, carrying you back into the room as your **** body flails like a rag doll. Mr Hodgkinson slides your white cotton school socks downwards using the tip of his forefinger and thumb, baring more of your fresh female flesh, he then carries you inside the door and slams it closed behind him. The door is then locked from the inside............

Mr Hodgkinson begins to take advantage of your **** state by spending a few minutes on personalising the appearance of your school uniform, first he removes your black patent leather mary jane shoes, strongly smelling inside both of them, he sighs from the pleasure of their leathery scented sweaty smell. He follows this up by untucking your white cotton shirt from the confines of your black pleated skirt, taking enormous pleasure in running his fingers around your bare midriff, poking inside your belly button and feeling all across your stomach with his seedy hands. He is loving every minute of his own sadistic pleasure.

He is prodding, pinching and generally groping your soft tender skin, everywhere, your arms, hands, legs, face, while you lie in an **** state on the floor. He is tempted to slide the palm of his hand up the back of your toned thigh so that he can feel your buttocks, but he resists the urge, opting to save his main desserts until last. He runs his hands through your blonde hair, ruffling it in the process, he begins to touch and grab your cute plaited pigtails and gently pulled at them, as though he was practicing his fucking position, once satisfied, he roughly rubs the top of your hair all over, deliberately messing it up, making your hair look very tousled and messy, which was the way Mr Hodgkinson liked his schoolgirls, slutty. He was far from finished with you though, he wanted to make you even more helpless by cutting off your speech, his preferred method of choice was a ball gag, which he applied expertly around your petite girly feminine face. He smiled sadistically and admired his handiwork.

"Mmm, so helpless. I have one more thing to do." Mr Hodgkinson grabbed more bondage equipment from out of the locked drawer of his school desk. Handcuffs.

He grabs your slim slender wrists behind your back as they flail flexibly and then begins to secure them into a pair of professionally hinged reinforced handcuffs, he applies exactly the same treatment to your ankles. The cuffs are slightly tighter here as some inches of the white cotton fabric from the rolled down school socks are trapped within the loop of the cuffs.

Mr Hodgkinson eventually drags your body to a chair and proceeds to secure you in bondage even further by strapping you to the chair apparatus. The chair itself is immobile and cannot be moved.

A FEW MINUTES PASS............

Rather than allow yourself to be degraded and dominated by this pervy teacher, you try to formulate an escape somehow by manouvring your wrists free from the tight steel handcuffs. After a few minutes of wriggling and struggling hopelessly in the chair, you realise that escape is not going to be possible.

"What's the matter Brittany? Can you not get out? That's too bad."

Mr Hodgkinson begins to chuckle sadistically as he walks towards the classroom door and locks it.

"I don't wish for us to be disturbed tonight my pretty little thing! Now then, let's loosen that uniform up even more shall we......"

You remain trapped in the school, as a sex **** for Mr Hodgkinson, he has his way with you and there is nothing you can do but accept it.

DEAD END.