Part 12 -
Eleanor volunteered to watch the other boys, so me, Anna and Lucy approached Ollie with evil smiles on our faces.
He tried to back away, his eyes wide with fear.
"Please...please, no!" he cried.
We giggled and grabbed his arms, dragging him over to the bed.
"I give up, I give up!" he shouted.
I smiled sweetly. "Oh, we know, Ollie. But we're still going to torture you. Just for fun, of course!"
He struggled in vain as we bound him tightly to the bed in the way we'd tied our previous victims.
When he began to plead with us, Anna pulled off her socks and stuffed them into his mouth.
She then sat on his chest, her now bare feet pressed down over Ollie's lips to hold the socks there.
"MMMPH!" came Ollie's muffled protests, making us all giggle.
Lucy sat on Ollie's chest, behind where Anna was sitting.
I took the place of honour.
I sat behind his head and crossed my legs around his head, my ankles locked under his chin.
I held his head tightly in my lap.
And I squeezed.