Elspeth's Revenge Part 4
The next few days passed in a haze of aches and pains and frightful nightmares. But, once the aches had passed, the normality of my surroundings - the bright cheerful, laughing students, the friendly and attentive tutors - let me push the memory back into the recesses of my mind.
The images became more and more dream-like as the hours and days passed. Somehow, after a week had gone by, it almost seemed as though it hadn't happened to me: it had been some other helpless girl; me just a terrified onlooker. To my annoyance and bemusement the main architect of my recovery was one of my fellow victims, the seemingly irrepressible cat-girl Sabina. Seeing her exuberance and love of life, just being near her, seemed to push the clouds of unhappy memory further over the horizon.
During the first days after the demonic rape, her presence was like a red-hot coal on my soul, a tangible reminder of the terrible ordeal. As days passed, however, I began unconsciously seeking her out: looking forward to seeing her as I would a long, tall cool drink on a blazing hot day. I must have confused her terribly with my initial warm smile of welcome being replaced by a scowl as images of the rape flitted quickly through my mind. More days passed until finally I was able to fully withstand Sabinas presence, even knowingly coming to look forward to bumping into her. Her cute little face and pert body, her perpetual smile and little jokes, the soft giggles all helped to salve my tortured soul.
As I came back to my right mind, my thoughts turned once again to plotting some form of revenge for what clank had done to me. My earlier, darker thoughts were now transmuted into something wholly different. As much as I had confused Sabina earlier, now it was the turn of my class-mates. I would go into a daydream, smiling wistfully, gazing into the far, far distance and uttering soft sighs. It took some time to arrange, not just the collecting of all the items that I thought I'd require, but the actual steeling myself to carry out the revenge. It was one thing to have these delightful daydreams, quite another to put them into practice. Finally the day dawned when I had to admit to myself that if I was actually going to go ahead with my furtive plan, it would be now, or never.
That Thursday night I had gone through my collection and decided that enough was enough - tomorrow I would see if I actually had the nerve to go through with it. Friday dawned, and the day seemed to drag on forever: classes were interminable. What lessons I had been to I had no idea, what questions, if any, had been directed at me I must have answered on auto-pilot since when the lessons were over for the day I didn't seem to have been given any detentions or punishments. Vaguely annoyed that no external force would be giving me an excuse not to carry out my plan, I slowly walked back to the dorms. Streams of happy students passed me, chatting about their plans for the weekend: who would be going swimming with whom; who was going to be on punishment detail; grumblings amount the amount of homework that would have to be done. It all washed over me without me noticing. The few questions about my plans, did I want to go swimming, or would I help with someones assignment I answered with a soft smile and shake of my head. Suddenly, almost without me noticing, I was in my proper room, having decided not to make use of the room Felina and I shared. A last check of everything showed all was ready. Now or never. I stood in the centre of the room and closed my eyes, trying to picture the scene as it would be if my plan worked. To my utter embarrassment I felt my nipples stiffen and panties begin to get damp at the pictures forming in my mind. That did it - I had my answer, and the answer was 'now' .
Wandering through the dorm towards Sabina's room I could hear faint noises getting louder as I approached - tink, tink, kerlang ... tink, tink, kerlang. Once outside her dorm room the noises were bordering on deafening and I felt pity for her neighbours - tink, tink KERLANG ... tink, tink, KERLANG. In a pause between the metallic banging I hastily knocked on the door. After one more repetition of clanging the sound stopped and shortly afterwards the door swung open slightly to reveal Sabina peering out. I smiled at her as a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, grinning as I saw the large hammer held in her little hand. "Programming is such hard work isn't it?" Sabina giggled and nodded, "yes, especially that lump of no good tin that ACME sold me." "Fancy a break?" I asked, "I've got some cold milk back in my room." She glanced over her shoulder and with a small grunt tossed the hammer at clank, "sure, why not?" She stepped out into the corridor and closed her door behind her, not bothering to lock it. "Is clank going to follow you again?" I had to know - if he did he could ruin my plans before I got started. Sabina burst out laughing, "oh, no - he can't, I've put him in stand-by mode, he's out for the count. You don't think I'd dare um, re-program him quite so enthusiastically if he was mobile do you?" I shook my head and took Sabina's hand in mine. As we got to my room my nerves were getting highly strung and Sabina gave me a few odd glances as I de-railed our conversation time after time with completely irrelevant and spurious comments. Ushering her into the room quickly, lest she start wondering what was wrong I closed the door behind us, locking it as Sabina jumped onto the bed.
I glared at her, tempering it with a smile, as she sprawled on the bed, relaxing, "make yourself at home 'bina". She had the good grace at least to blush a little before she burst into a fit of giggles, "OK, thanks." I went over to the dressing table where I had earlier put a full bottle of milk, "you want the cream 'bina?" She grinned, "always Els." I opened the bottle and poured the milk into a glass, covering the sprinkle of white powder nestling in the bottom and walked over to the bed, holding the glass out, Sabina sat up and took the glass and had a quick drink, her little tongue licking her milky lips, "Aaaah, that's good. You not having any Els?" I nodded and went back to pour myself a glass. That had been a tricky moment, I had decided to pour Sabina's glass first since I hadn't wanted her to take the wrong one, or rather, I hadn't wanted me to take the wrong one by mistake. I turned and raised my glass in a salute and had a quick gulp, trying to cover my nerves with some form of action. We spent couple of quiet minutes as we finished the milk, my nerves jangling, hoping that I'd put just enough of the sleeping draught into her glass. I had dithered for ages, trying to work out how much to use - too much and she would be out for ages, not enough and she may only get tired and not nod off. I took a firm hold of my thoughts and wrestled my nerves into a corner, trading idle banter and gossip with Sabina. Mentally, my fingers, and toes, were crossed: would she start yawning soon, would she get bored and go back to re-programming clank; would someone come and interrupt us? My sense of time had gone out of the window, so how long it was before she stretched and yawned I have no idea. A feeling of relief swept through me, soon, I thought, soon she'll give another yawn and curl up and start a little nap. After a few more minutes of idle conversation, during which Sabina seemed to lose focus a few times, her responses getting slower and more confused, she yawned and blushed, "oh, sorry Els, I feel just ... a little ... sleepy, you mind ... if I ..." her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes and started breathing softly, drifting into a light slumber.
I managed to restrain myself from dancing a little jig of victory, making do with sitting on my hands as I leant against my dressing table, waiting impatiently, a bundle of over-stretched nerves. After what seemed like an age I decided that her breathing was regular enough for her to be in a reasonably deep sleep. It was time for the next stage in my plan.
Trying to make as little noise as I could I went from drawer to drawer, pulling out the instruments of my revenge. When all was prepared, I went over to Sabina and gazed down at her as she slept. She looked heart-breakingly cute as she lay on her side, legs tucked up, her tailing flicking gently as she dreamed and my conviction wavered - but only for a second. I mentally berated myself and got to work. First, her arms, just in case she awoke. I looped a stocking lightly around each wrist then slowly, and carefully, shifted her so she lay on her back. She gave a small snuffle but didn't stir. I took her far wrist, the right hand one, and gingerly pulled it up, over her head, towards the head of my bed. Once there it was simplicity itself to tie the stocking to the metal frame of my bed. I waited a second or so, and seeing no reaction, I repeated the process with her left wrist. Next on my list was her tail. This I managed to tie to her thigh with another couple of stockings. The next bit was going to be tricky. I untied her shoe-laces and slipped the shoes off, placing them out of the way, under the bed. Now for her socks. I pulled them down to her ankles and trying not to tickle her, slipped them off her feet. She gave a few quick snuffles as I did so but her eyes remained firmly closed. Sighing quietly with relief I proceeded to spread her legs and tie her ankles to the bed frame with yet more stockings. My final step for the moment was to blindfold her. This was accomplished by folding a stocking and wrapping it around her head, covering her eyes. She slept soundly though it all and I began to wonder if I hadn't given her too much of the sleeping draught.
Finished with her for the moment, I stepped back and gazed down at her spread-eagled form. My nipples stiffened as I imagined running my hands and tongue over that nubile body. I caught myself just in time, my hand reaching out to hover over her pert breasts. Stifling a small sigh I decided it was time to prepare me. I peeled off my uniform and stood naked in front of the mirror, reddening as my gaze took in the obvious state of arousal of my body. My nipples were hard little pebbles jutting proudly out from my breasts and my pussy lips were glistening with moisture. Indeed, I could feel a warm liquid slowly tricking down my thighs. I watched my reflection raise it's hands as if in a dream, moaning softly as they stroked their way up my body to cup my breasts. I gasped and went weak at the knees as my fingers gently caressed my pert breasts and sensitive nipples. I too my nipples between thumb and fingers and tugged on them, twisting them as I did so. I gulped and had to bite back a loud moan, biting hard on my lower lip, knowing that all it would take would be one gentle caress of my clit and I would be writhing on the floor in orgasm. I couldn't believe how horny I felt. The need to slip a finger into my sopping pussy was nigh on over-whelming. Knowing that a step away was an array of vibrators and dildos did nothing to calm me down. I itched to pick up a vibrator and plunge it deep into me, and almost came at just the thought of it. I groaned as the room filled with the scent of my arousal, juices making my thighs slick. This was not in my plan, I had to be strong! I pulled on the clothes I had selected days ago: a black lace bra with half cups and matching thong. I shuddered and whimpered at the feel of the material against my skin. The final item was a pair of black stockings, just about my last pair. My plan now called for me to wake Sabina, but I couldn't bring myself to do it in my current state. Instead I almost ran into the bathroom and splashed cold water over my face. I sat on the toilet lid and waited about an hour until I felt I could actually manage to touch by body without cumming immediately.
I wandered back into the bedroom to check on Sabina, to find she was still asleep. My initial plans for her were cast aside as I knelt by the bed and very gently ran my fingers over her body, avoiding for the moment her breasts. I don't know what she was dreaming about, but it didn't take long for her nipples to become stiff as I softly caressed her legs, tummy, face, and hair. After long minutes of the slow teasing I decided that I couldn't keep away from her breasts any longer. I traced my fingers softly over her pert breasts, tracing the outline of her nipples. She moaned softly in her sleep as her body started responding. I bit back a giggle as I realised that maybe she was in a deeper sleep than the one I had planned on. It was time to put it to the test. I slowly moved my hand under her short skirt until my finger was poised over the crotch of her white panties. Taking a deep breath I let my finger move up until I could feel the cotton, gasping as I realised she was wet. I ran my finger lightly up and down the crotch of her panties, listening to her breathing becoming more and more ragged, little moans escaping from her lips. Her body started to react, her hips pushing upwards, but I shifted my hand to keep the pressure on her pussy as light as I could. As I teased her wet pussy under her panties I bent over and peeked up her skirt, grinning at the wet patch visible on the white cotton. She was almost ready for the next stage of my plan, which was now nothing like my original idea. I pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and gently press a small plastic egg against her pussy lips, smiling as it slipped inside her easily. Sabina moaned loudly in her sleep and I could feel her pulling at her bonds as she reacted to the intrusion.
Now, I thought, time to wake her up ...