They were feeling their way in the dark, reluctant to use a torch in case they were seen from the main School building. Two black-clad men did not hav... the same constraint on their movements. Night vision goggles gave them a clear view of the two young women as they edged their way towards their prize. They noted with satisfaction that the girls had just as rebellious an attitude to their college uniforms; skirts shorter than regulation and blouses rather tighter than would be considered. He was perusing the 2006 edition of 'The Grammarian', noticing with an increasingly furrowed brow the equally increasing places where his honour had been mutilated; his name had been wrongly spelt! While this was not a new experience for the boy, whose name was spelt and pronounced incorrectly so often that he was beginning to forget his name himself, it was the sheer magnitude of these spelling errors that shocked and angered him. The boy privately wondered whether the editor decided to. Vicki’s eyes opened and a big smile came across her face and I felt her contracting cunt muscles starting to suck the last drops out of my cock.“Wow sir” she sighed as she got her breath back however I was sure she could still feel the stiffness of my cock which was still deep inside her, I gave a last couple of thrusts before I felt my cock starting to soften.As I pulled out I saw Vikki looking down and although my cock wasn’t totally flaccid it had certainly lost some of it’s hardness, “OMG. I'm lying on my side, and my wrists and ankles are tied together in front of me with lots of thick rope - tied together, and to a big thick wooden bar which is my only companion in the back of the van.It's clear what this is for - I know only too well.They are going to use it to pick me up and carry me around, like I'm a dead deer, or a pig being carried to the spit!My mouth has been gagged for the journey with a big rubber ball, strapped tightly in place with a leather strap. I wouldn't have.