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Eyes wide above the gag that filled her mouth, Ashley turned her head to look back over her shoulder as Payton ran to open the door.  She swallowed hard, and could feel the tight rope around her neck, as she saw the door open and a trio of girls enter the little apartment.  They were all girls she’d babysat for before, and Payton’s age; Kyla, Samantha, and Elizabeth.  Each was carrying a duffle bag, and Ashley squirmed in her restraints, trying to twist her wrists free of the tight cuffs as she remained in the enforced kneeling position at the foot of the bed.

“I win, Kyla!”  Payton announced proudly as the girls entered and shut the door behind them.  “One babysitter in a schoolgirl outfit as promised.”

Kyla walked further into the room, coming to stand before Ashley with a scowl on her face.  Unlike Payton, who was just dressed in her pajamas, Ashley saw that Kyla was dressed up.  There was a pink blush to her cheeks, and heavy mascara accented her slightly Asian eyes.  But Ashley was more concerned by the tight black leather jeans the girl was wearing, tucked into knee high laced boots with platform soles, and the black t-shirt with a big red lipstick print.  She’d never seen Kyla dressed like that before, and she found it worrying.  Suddenly, Kyla’s scowl disappeared and her face lit up with a smile.

“Shoes!”  Kyla announced happily, clapping her hands.  “You didn’t finish the uniform, so I win!”

“What?” Payton gasped, seeming to find Kyla’s lost scowl.  “Shoes don’t count!”

“Sure they do.”  Kyla grinned.  “You couldn’t go to school without them, so that means they’re part of the uniform.”

“No way.”  Payton shook her head.

“Let’s take a vote.”  Kyla shrugged.  “Sam?  Lizzy?  What do you think?”

“Well, she’s right.”  Samantha answered softly, and Ashley could see a blush forming on the nervous girl’s cheeks as she played with a wavy strand of her blond hair.  “The shoes do go with the uniform.”

“And you’d get sent home if you didn’t wear them.”  Elizabeth added with a mischievous smile.

“That’s crap, and you know it!”  Payton snapped angrily.  “She’s wearing the uniform!”

“A bet’s a bet, Payton, and you heard the judges.”  Kyla grinned, and then squatted to open her duffle bag and began rummaging around inside.

Ashley gasped with surprise behind her gag as she watched Payton suddenly hook her thumbs under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and thrust them down, revealing her white panties beneath.  Without missing a beat, those hands moved to her tank top, lifting it up and off her head to show her matching bra beneath.  Ashley watched Kyla pull something sheer and pink from inside the duffle, and then take something smaller and quickly tuck it into a pocket while Payton wasn’t looking.

“What the heck is it?”  Payton asked, her brow furrowing as Kyla handed her the pink thing.

“It’s your new jammies.”  Kyla giggled.  “Now, put them on.”

Ashley watched as Payton slipped first one foot and then the other into the sheer pink thing.   The girl drew up on it, and Ashley could see that it was a bodystocking.  As the material covered the girl’s feet and then her legs, Ashley suddenly jumped slightly in her bonds as she felt a hand come to rest on her side.  She turned her head to see that Elizabeth had come to stand beside her.  She looked pleadingly into the brunette girl’s eyes but only received a playful smile in return.

“It’s a little game we like to play.”  Lizzy whispered to Ashley as the hand lightly rubbed her side through the uniform.  “We make bets, and whoever loses has to dress up like the other one wants.”

Ashley turned her attention back to the other girls to see that Payton was completed coated in the pink nylon now, with the tight material hugging the curves of her slender body.  The material was sheer enough that Ashley could still see the girl’s white bra and panties beneath.  Payton looked furious, her cheeks red as she held out her pink hands before her, spreading her fingers.

“Since you always wear pigtails, I thought you should wear something cute.”  Kyla giggled.  “They look like feety pajamas.”

“Very funny.”  Payton sneered as she looked down and wiggled her toes in the nylon.

“One more thing, though.”  Kyla grinned again as she reached into her pocket, walking up to stand in front of Payton.  “I get to finish the costume.”

“No way!”  Payton snapped as she stepped back, and Ashley saw the girl’s eyes dart to the pacifier that Kyla was now holding out in her hand.

“Yes, way, Payton.”  Kyla nodded, holding the rubber tip of the binky up to Payton’s lips.  “I get to put you in one costume.  The rules are the rules.”

“Just a costume, though!”  Payton frowned.  “You only won one bet.  You don’t get to gag me, too!”

“It’s not a gag, Pay.”  Kyla laughed.  “It’s just a little binky, which is part of your baby costume.  Judges?”

Payton’s cheeks burned red as Sam and Lizzy both nodded along with Kyla, and then Ashley watched the girl lean forward and practically bite Kyla’s fingers off as she took the rubber pacifier into her mouth.  Ashley could see the blush of humiliation on the girl’s cheeks as she chewed on the thing and she felt a slight bit of redemption for how she’d been treated by the girl.  Of course, she realized, she was still tied quite firmly to the bed and had no idea what was in store next.

“Time for the next game!”  Lizzy suddenly exclaimed happily from behind Ashley, and the bound girl jumped with surprise, yelping as she felt a pinch to her waist.

Ashley trembled nervously, her bound thighs squirming together as she kneeled on the bed.  The four girls came to stand before her. She could see burning hate in Payton’s eyes, and a strange playful look on Lizzy and Kyla’s faces.  Samantha still appeared to be nervous, continuing to play with her hair.  Ashley focused on the timid girl, pleading with her eyes and whimpering softly into the gag, but Sam only turned her face away to break off the eye contact.

“Ok, now you’ve babysat for all of us, Ashley.”  Lizzy continued to grin broadly as she spoke.  “So we know that one of us is your favorite.”

“So you have to tell us who it is for the next part of the game.”  Kyla added quickly.

Ashley felt her belly fluttering as she looked between the four girls.  She didn’t want to be a part of their strange little game, but didn’t feel like she had a choice.  But would picking one of them make the others angry at her?  Payton was already angry enough, and there was something really disturbing about Kyla tonight.  Not daring to either or not pick one or the other, Ashley shook her head.

“Are you saying you don’t have a favorite?”  Sam asked quickly, and Ashley could see a look of hope in her eyes, so she nodded quickly in response.

“Not buying it.”  Kyla answered, shaking her head.

“But if she doesn’t have a favorite, that means –“  Sam began.

“Thak meansh she’sh rying.”  Payton answered, her words distorted as she bit on the rubber between her teeth.

“Baby Payton is right, and sounds so cute.”  Lizzy laughed.  “She’s got a favorite.  We just have to make her tell us.”

“Here’s how it’s going to work, Ashley.”  Kyla spoke firmly, stepping in closer.  “We’re each going to ask you whether we’re your favorite.  If you haven’t nodded yes by the time we’re done, then you get a spanking. Got it?”

Ashley nodded nervously in response, fidgeting nervously in her bonds.  They wouldn’t really spank her, would they?  Something in Kyla’s eyes told her she didn’t want to test the black-clad girl.  She looked to Sam for help again, seeing a pained expression in the girl’s eyes.

“So tell me, Ashley.”  Kyla spoke, and Ashley cried a muffled scream into her gag as the girl grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look up into her eyes.  “Am I your favorite?”

Ashley narrowed her eyes, glaring at the cruel girl, and then shook her head quickly.  Her nostrils flared above the gag as she tried to pull her face away.

“What about me, Ashley?”  Lizzy asked.  “Am I your favorite?”

Ashley shook her head again, and then fell back slightly as Kyla abruptly released her chin.  And then Payton was standing before her, looking down on her with a raised eyebrow.  The girl looked, at once, both ridiculous and menacing, sending a little chill down Ashley’s spine as she shook her head again.

“Am I your favorite, Ashley?”  Sam asked softly, and Ashley slowly nodded her head.

“I knew it!”  Kyla blurted.

“It’s not fair.”  Samantha pouted.  “You were all mean to her.  That’s why she picked me.”

“Well, duh, Sammy.”  Elizabeth laughed.  “That’s why we were all mean to her.  No way was I going to let her pick me.”

Ashley looked between the four girls, perplexed.  What were they talking about?  What was going to happen to Sam?  She watched as the other three each reached into their bags and started rifling around.

“I want to dress her!” Lizzy announced quickly.

“I get dibs on tying her then.”  Kyla added.  “That means baby gets to gag her.”

As Ashley watched, Sam slipped from her shoes, and then unbuttoned her pink shorts and pushed them down her tanned legs.  Next came her ruffled white top, and Ashley saw the girl blushing as her pink, matching ‘hello kitty’ bra and panties were revealed to everyone in the room.   She lifted one leg, reaching for one of her pink ankle socks.

“Nope, leave those on.”  Elizabeth stopped her, and Samantha placed her foot back on the floor.  “They’ll go fine with your costume.”

“So, what do I have to wear?”  Sam asked, blushing furiously.

“This.”  Lizzy answered quickly, grinning broadly as she handed the other girl a pair of pink fuzzy cat ears.

“Wh-what?”  Samantha gasped.  “But that’s not a costume. You have to give me something to wear!”

“I did give you something to wear.”  Lizzy chuckled.  “The rules don’t say how much.”

Ashley saw the look of horror on Samantha’s face as she looked back and forth between the other girls, but she saw only shrugs and smiles.  Pouting, she thrust the headband that held the ears on top of her head.

“While you’ve got your hands up there, why don’t you cross your wrists behind your neck?”  Kyla asked, stepping in close and holding a bundle of white rope.

Ashley saw the fear in Samantha’s eyes, but the girl did as Kyla ordered, her arms out to the sides of her head like a pair of angel wings.  Kyla wrapped the girl’s wrists in coil after coil of the soft rope, pinning them together and then wrapping once around her neck to hold them in place before tying them off.  Ashley watched Kyla take hold of one of Sam’s arms and draw her to the bed.  She shifted nervously as the other girl was made to climb awkwardly up onto the bed and sit down before her.

“Since she’s your favorite, we’re going to keep the two of you really close.”  Kyla giggled.

Ashley looked down on Samantha, seeing the blush on the other girl’s face as she sat before her.  Kyla and Lizzy each took hold of one of Sam’s legs, and they spread them , one out to either side of Ashley as she knelt.  And then Ashley felt Sam’s soft socks come to rest against her own feet, and felt rope wrap around both of her ankles.  Looking back over her shoulder, she could see that their ankles were being tied together.  She looked back to Samantha.

“We knew she was your favorite, you know.”  Lizzy giggled as she finished tying her side of their ankles.

“Yeah, so we had this all planned out.”  Kyla grinned as she finished, too.

Ashley wanted to scream at the girls as she felt her fear growing.  They’d obviously been planning this for quite a while, and she knew that she had no way to stop whatever it was they had planned.  She watched, helplessly, as the two girls pulled Samantha closer to her on the bed, bending her knees and pulling up on them until the other girl’s chest was against her stomach, and the side of her head pressed between against her chest through the white top.

“I’m sorry, Ashley.”  Samantha whimpered softly, and Ashley could see tears beginning to form in the girl’s eyes as she looked down.  “It’s just supposed to be a game, you know.”

“Why don’t you get her gagged now, Payton.”  Kyla ordered as she began to wrap more rope around Samantha’s upper body and Ashley’s waist, tying them tightly together.

“Wish preasure.”  Payton hissed around the binky in her mouth.

As the ropes grew tighter around her waist, sealing her and Samantha closer together, Ashley watched Payton approach, grinning around her pacifier.  She held a soft rubber ball up for Sam to see, and Ashley watched in disbelief as the blond opened her mouth to accept it without protest.  The ball was thrust in deep behind her teeth, and then Payton pressed a wide piece of tape over the girl’s mouth, followed by a second in the shape of an X.

“Now it’s time for the next stage.”  Kyla grinned wickedly.

Feeling the other girl’s chest rising and falling against her belly as she breathed, Ashley looked between the three girls in the room as she knelt.