The College Girls Get Their Due

Oh goodness, it’s just another half hour until everything falls apart. I need to escape these bonds. They’ve done a brilliant job on me and there is no way they have even begun to come loose. I am sitting here bound tightly to this four-seater wooden bench, doing my best to get free before the girls at St. Angela’s college across the road empty out and discover me, much to my chagrin and their amusement. Unfortunately for me, the road is within the college grounds so there are no people around who might release me.

I attend a college just down the road, John Pushup College. It is co-ed of course, but it seemed to me that the girls at St. Angela’s are dowdier than those in my own college? No wait, they are definitely sexier than the ones here. The girls at my school wear jeans and skirts longer than knee-length. But the ones from St. Angela’s wear nice tight denim shorts or very short skirts so you can see their panties when they bend over or go up a bus.

Unfortunately for me, the girls at my college had thought I was gay because I hadn’t made a move on any of them and they decided to follow me around. They realized what I was up to and stopped me in my tracks.

They threw a party and invited me. I didn’t want to go, but they said since they thought I was gay, they would be safe from me. If I stayed away, they’d leave messages for me in the lockers of some of the gay lads. One girl had seen my handwriting and left me a note showing off her perfect copying skills. I had no choice but to go to the damn party. I just hoped there were more boys around so I could have decent conversation rather than just the empty chatter from the girls.

I asked why the party was on Thursday night instead of Saturday. “Because we get Friday off since our tutors are called into meetings,” they said. When I asked if they might invite some girls from St. Angela’s, they were told they didn’t want to mix with those stuck-up spoiled brats.

Okay, the party wasn’t bad even though I was the only boy there. Some of the girls looked beautiful and got my hormones racing.

After a few drinks, I started feeling tired. When I said I had to leave, someone grabbed me. “Oh no you don’t. You are here until we say so.” I felt weak but managed to stay awake. The girls laid me down on a stretcher they brought up from the first aid room.

Before long, they were taking off my shirt. Being so weak didn’t help me stop them anyway. My trousers followed suit; socks and pants came off too. I lay there naked in front of all these giggling girls. “I told you he was gay,” one said. “All us girls here and he can’t even get an erection. I bet he would if George the poof walked into the room.” Laughter rang out.

By now, my legs felt too heavy to lift, so running away wasn’t an option.

“Right girls, prepare the gear for this slut’s makeover!” The crowd parted and bags appeared. “Well we don’t have to worry about his erection then,” more laughter followed. One girl shaved all my pubic hair off while another slapped superglue under my cock and pushed it down between my legs holding it against my balls for a moment. When she lifted her hand, my cock was stuck fast. “Oh look, he has a pussy now!”

A pair of bright pink pants were pulled up my legs to settle around my waist.

False breasts were glued to my chest and a sports bra went over my head as arms were pushed through the holes. The bra held everything firm in place. “Now you have your very own DD tits,” they said. “You’ll know how awkward breasts that size can be for a girl.” With that, I finally fell fast asleep.

I didn’t wake until tied to this bench opposite St. Angela’s with a ball gag in my mouth. Covering the false breasts was a tight sleeveless satin blouse meant for girls. My hands were secured to the arm rests and rope wrapped around both chest and slatted wood of the bench holding me firmly against it, making those breasts look even larger.

Ankles tied wide apart at the legs of the bench revealed an unusual position my feet had taken. “Oh! You’ve just noticed you’re wearing four-inch heels? Sadly they are glued to your feet now. They should come unstuck by Sunday so you have three full days walking about and getting used to them.”

One girl pointed out that the ball gag had smudged my lipstick. “Never mind, we can fix his makeup later,” I mumbled through it, “Three days.” Today was Friday after all. The girls from St. Angela’s would be leaving college in four hours.

“His knickers aren’t visible enough,” one complained. They tied rope around each thigh and secured them to the nearest arm rests holding my thighs wide apart. “Very nice,” she said, but I think the skirt is too long.” With that they pulled up my short skirt so it ended just below my panties. “That’s better now all the girls will see your bright pink panties. What a treat for them seeing your pussy encased in those colors! They’ll have fun getting their own back instead of you peeping at theirs.”

My gag was removed and makeup touched up by the others. “I still say he should wear bright purple eyeshadow to match the skirt,” one said, and it was applied promptly. “Keep your eyes steady; we don’t want glue in them.” They stuck extra-long false eyelashes onto my lids applying plenty of mascara thickening them.

Large clip-on hoop earrings were glued on too alongside a nice blonde wig with its cap pulled tight over head before clipping securely into place An unusual gag was shoved inside mouth going behind and front teeth having air holes meaning it couldn’t be pushed out easily anymore needing careful removal later. False fingernails got another coat varnish “There ready give girls treat as come out All we have do leave note secretary leave you devices Christina Oh yes christened name”

One girl went into college returning saying letter given “It explained what were up pervert” asked What did secretary say? Girl answered She loved it can’t wait for the girls to come out said better punishment calling police will look herself” Lots photos taken fastened bench One whispered ear If don’t do we say future these photos put college internet With that all called Goodbye Christina Enjoy yourself Not back Sunday send George rescue watched walked towards our college Secretary came laughing seeing mocked rotten “Don’t cry or ruin makeup girls worked hard make beautiful must panties riot lovely shade metallic pink’ll message speaker system lessons complete ask put name forward for but dress skirts time By looks you enjoy it” She left knowing what coming So this where at very moment Just half hour before world collapses Given up struggling Girls did too good job tying bench Half normal life left Thirty minutes before life ends.