The Adventures of Deanna and Tracey
By Deanna and Tracey
The Principal's Girls


This story opens with a camera shot of a close up of a girl's bound ankles. As
the camera slowly tilts up it shows her white knee socks, rope around her
knees, then her short pleated skirt, still moving to reveal the ropes that
held her to a chair. Finally, the camera zooms out to reveal a gagged girl
about 17, Lauren (who looks like Jan Brady from the Brady bunch movie),
struggling and mmmphing to get loose. "That is good," said the mysterious
kidnapper wearing all black and including a ski mask, "Do not worry, soon you
will be home for supper ... "

Two days later Tracey and I (Deanna) were walking to school. "Did you hear
about Lauren?" asked Tracey.

"Yes," I said. "This is the third girl kidnapped from our school this year and
fifth over all from our area. All of them were tied up, forced to wear short
skirts if they were not wearing one already and videotaped. Fortunately no one
has been hurt and he or she is not doing anything to them like making them
take their clothes off or worse. I think we should interview the three girls
and find out what is going on. The police must be suspicious."

At lunch we met with the three girls, Lauren, Emily, and Jen, 17, 15, and 16
years old. Also with us is our friend Erin who also is good with computers.

Lauren described what happened to her: "I was walking home from school when
all of a sudden someone grabbed me from behind and put this sweet smelling
cloth over my mouth and nose. It smelled good. I could not resist it. I think
I passed out. The next thing I knew I woke up lying face down on a cot in a
room with no windows. I realized that my hands were tied out in front of me,
and my feet tied with rope to the back bed rail. And there was tape over my
mouth. And get this, I was wearing a skirt, I wore pants that day."

"The same thing happened to me," said Emily.

"And me too, except I wore a short skirt that day, he did not change anything
on me," said 16 year old Jen. I was wearing my Scottish plaid kilt with knee
socks."

Lauren said, "Then he retied me to a chair and started using the video camera.
Nothing x-rated or anything, in fact he went out of his way to not hurt me.
But it was creepy. Then he told me to go into another room to change back into
my original clothes. I didn't see any cameras and I don't think he is
interested in naked girls. He then blindfolded me, tied my hands behind my
back, gagged me with tape, drove me back to behind my house. He loosened the
rope enough so I could get loose, but not right away, when I did he was gone."

"Did you see anything, like a car or house or anything that could tell us
where you were?" I asked.

"No," said Jen. "And the same thing happened to us." The other girls nodded in
agreement.

"Sam the janitor, Mr. Watson, the new biology teacher, and Principal Benson
who came from the other high school in town are all new this year," I said. "I
think it is one of them."

"How do you know?" Asked Tracey.

"The way they look at me when I wear my plaid skirts. I have noticed that they
give the same eye to other girls that have the same outfits on!"

"They are all about the right size of the person who kidnapped us, we have to
figure out which one," said Lauren.

"Erin, would you run a background check on these guys with your handy dandy
computer. My guess it is the janitor."

"Ok Deanna," said Erin.

"Let's meet after school. Thanks girls, you have been a big help."

Tracey added, "I cannot believe it is the Principal, he is so nice and as one
of the most respected principals in the country."

"But we have to check them all," I said.

After school, Tracey, Erin, and I met in the library. Erin could not contain
herself. "Guess what? I think it is the Principal. He was at Riverton High
School in upstate New York for almost 20 years before coming to cross town
rival Chester High. In 20 years about 30 girls were kidnapped with the same
M.O. from his school or schools in the surrounding area. He was charged once,
but was dropped for lack of evidence. Five years ago he became principal at
Chester, but nothing happened until last year, when one girl was kidnapped
last spring. She was dressed in a short skirt, knee socks, and tied up like
the others."

"He must be back to his old tricks. He must have stopped fearing he might get
caught," I said. "We should set a trap and catch him. I don't think the police
will believe us. We do not have enough evidence. One of us should dress up as
a schoolgirl and set herself up to be kidnapped. We know she will be safe."

Erin and Tracey looked at me. Tracey, smiling, that girl would not stand out
if she normally wears skirts practically everyday and it would not be unlike
Deanna to wear knee socks with her skirts!"

"I wear knee socks with my long skirts," I cried, knowing where this is going.

Tracey, with a look of surprise, "long skirts, a long skirt for you is the hem
at the top of your knee. You would be perfect!"

"O.K., I said, "when are we going to do this?"

"Tomorrow, said Tracey. "We will make Benson think you are walking home alone
after school. Erin and I will follow you from a distance. Then we can gather
the evidence. No girl has been hurt, and we will call the police at first sign
of trouble."

"Shouldn't we call the police first?" asked Erin.

"They will not believe us. The Principal has too- good of a reputation. We'll
have to do it ourselves," said Tracey.

"And Mr. Watson and Sam will see me in my schoolgirl outfit in case it is
them," I said. "Ok, we meet tomorrow.

The next day Tracey and I woke up and decided what to wear to school today.
This is the day we would try to catch the kidnapper. I put on my red plaid
tennis style miniskirt, a white blouse, and my black pullover sweater, a
classic schoolgirl outfit.

"Here," said Tracey. She handed me a pair of white cable knit knee socks.

"Can't I wear tights," I asked?

"No, you must wear an outfit that the kidnapper can't refuse!" I hate it when
Tracey is right. "Your Mary-Jane shoes will top it off."

I finished putting on my shoes and socks and said, "How do I look?"

"Perfect," Tracey said. "You look cool!"

"And what are you and Erin going to wear?"

"We will wear sweaters and jeans but we will each bring a skirt to change into
in case we have to rescue you. Are you ready?" Tracey had that can't wait to
get going look.

"OK, I said, lets go."

We arrived at school and in the hallway the boys kept staring at me more than
usual. The head cheerleader walked by, "nice outfit, Deanna. I think you look
awesome."

"We passed the first test," I whispered to Tracey, " Now on to the Principal's
office."

The main office is right outside his door, where the school secretaries work
and the intercom is. As I walked in Mr.Benson the Principal is talking with
one of the secretaries. He looked at me and did a double take. He walked over
so the secretary could not hear.

"Deanna, you look great. You should wear this every day! Please take this as a
compliment and nothing more."

"Ok, Mr. Benson, thank you very much." I said, smiling.

Just then Tracey walked in. "Oh good, I was looking for you. I have to stay
after school for a while and finish a report. I'll meet you at home."

We live about 3/4 of a mile from school and it is an easy walk in a safe
neighborhood. We did this act in front of the janitor and Mr. Watson too. We
wanted to make sure that they knew I was walking home alone after school.
Everyone knows I walk home with Tracey. This would be their best chance to
kidnap me. Erin and Tracey would follow in Erin's brother's car and call the
police when the kidnapper and me arrive at his hideout.

School ended, and about 45 minutes later I left after finishing my report. I
started walking home alone and noticed nothing suspicious. What if he does not
come after me today? Should we develop another plan, or worse, I may have to
wear this outfit to school again! Erin and Tracey are close by. I turned the
corner onto the street I live on. On the side was a parked white van. My heart
jumped. I started to walk faster carrying my books. As I walked by, suddenly
the side door opened and someone jumped out. It happened so fast! I didn't
know what hit me. Someone grabbed me tight, and before I could scream this
sweet smelling damp cloth was put over my nose and mouth. It was a beautiful
smell. I could not resist breathing it. I felt very sleepy. I couldn't stand
any more and before I knew it, I was laying on a mat in the van, I thought, my
skirt!

I ... maybe if I just rest my eyes I would be ok ... .nighty-night.

"There Deanna," said Benson? "You just sleep for a while. I will not hurt
you." He drove off with Tracey and Erin in pursuit, far enough back so they
would not be spotted. After about 15 minutes the van pulled into a driveway
and into a garage door that was underneath the house.

"This is it!" exclaimed Erin. "Call the police, now!" Tracey called the police
on her cell phone and explained what had happened. They were at Bensons house.
The police was skeptical but they would check it out.

Meanwhile, I started to wake up. As my eyes opened, I realized I could not
move very well. My arms were out in front of me and I was lying face down on a
cot. My hands are tied! Rope is wrapped around my wrists and tied to the iron
headboard in front of me. I am lying on a pillow, and my ankles are tied to
the back iron bed rest. I tried to yell for Tracey, "MMMphhhh," I could not. I
have been gagged with a piece of very sticky tape. I could not get it off. I
could not slide up to my hands because my feet are tied. I looked around,
there was not much in the room except the cot and a chair, and lots of rope
coiled on the floor. I looked back and noticed my skirt was in the right
position, not pulled up or worse, off. I struggled, but I could not get loose!

Just then a tall person wearing all black and a ski mask walked into the room,
holding a video camera. "Hi, I'm glad you are awake. Don't worry, I am not
going to harm you. If you cooperate you should be home before nighttime. I'm
going to take the tape off your mouth. Promise you won't scream?"

"Yes," I nodded.

He pulled the tape off my mouth. I flinched a bit. "Doesn't matter," he said.
This room is sound proofed. The gags are just for looks."

"Why are you doing this," I asked?

"I like tying up young girls wearing skirts. But let me make this clear; other
than tying them up, I do not hurt them or assault them ever! And I will not
hurt you."

I could not tell if this was Benson. His voice sounded different. Maybe he can
alter it like some of those impressionists. Just then a buzzer sounded. He
reached over into a box and pulled out a white cloth, a handkerchief and a
pillowcase. He came over and stuffed the handkerchief into my mouth. Then he
cleaved gagged me with the white cloth, after which he put the pillowcase over
my head. "Sorry about this sweetie, but we have company."

"Open, up POLICE!" The door opened, two uniformed officers and Tracey and Erin
were standing there. It was Benson wearing a suit. "What can I do for you
officer?" said Benson.

The officer retorted, these girls claim that their friend Deanna was kidnapped
and taken away in a white van."

"He drove into your garage!" yelled Tracey.

"I will handle this, " said the officer. "May we take a look around."

"Absolutely," said Benson. "I will take you down to the garage."

The girls and the officers followed Benson to the garage. He opened it with a
garage door opener. They looked inside. There was only Bensons car.

Tracey and Erin started to panic. "We saw it drive in" the girls cried.

"Perhaps you were wrong and maybe it kept going down that road, (pointing to
another driveway that led to another street), If one of my students has been
kidnapped you had better get going! Go ahead, search the house, I have nothing
to hide."

The police did, and found nothing. "Sorry to bother you Mr. Benson. We will
put out an A.P.B. on this van. We'll let you know if we find anything. Come on
girls."

"That's ok girls," said Mr. Benson. "I know you want to help your friend."

Tracey sneered. Tracey and Erin went back to their car as the police drove
off. "I know what we saw," cried Erin! "What do we do now!"

"Time to put on our skirts," said Tracey. "We are going in and find Deanna!

I (Deanna) am still lying on this cot, bound and gagged with a pillowcase over
my head. There was quiet for what seemed was a long time so I struggle to get
the pillow- case off my head. I managed to use my arm to slide it off. Just
then, the hooded kidnapper came back into the room.

"Little girl," he said. "Do you want to see what happens when you do not
cooperate?" He walked over and put the pillow case back on my head. Then I
could feel him fixing my skirt, which started to recede up from the
struggling. "I like tying up young girls in skirts, but I am not a pervert,"
he said. He started to tickle the back of my knee and I started to laugh
because I am ticklish there. "Promise to behave ... ?"

I nodded and mmmmphed yes.

He then untied my hands from the bed and retied them behind my back and also
untied my ankles from the bed rail, but my ankles were still tied together. He
then picked me up and sat me in a high backed chair, with my arms going around
the back. I could feel new ropes being wrapped around my chest, one, two,
three times and then once around my waist. He then used another piece of rope
to tie my ankles to the cross bar at the bottom of the chair. He removed the
pillowcase, and had another piece of rope in his hands.

He looked at my legs, "No, " he said, I was going to put another rope over
your thighs, but you have beautiful legs and I do not want to hurt them. In
fact, you are the prettiest girl I have ever kidnapped and tied up. (Hey, it
is my story and I can write what I want!) He then picked up his video camera,
"Go ahead and try to get loose, and yell for help," he asked. I did so,
struggling and mpphing to get this over with. He then started taping me,
starting at my ankles and working his way up. He was then doing different
angles but I noticed he was careful not to look up my skirt. By the way, in my
skirt and knee socks it was starting to get a little chilly.

Just then there was a sound like someone is coming. He put his camera down and
reached into a draw and pulled out what I think was a gun. He carefully peered
out the door, moved back around to hide, and waited ... .

Meanwhile Tracey and Erin had changed into their skirts and went down to the
garage. They got into the side door using Erin's lock pick. "There must be a
secret door somewhere," whispered Tracey. "Look around, I will look over
here." They went to a door that housed a wood pile. With Tracey's small
flashlight she noticed one stack of wood against the wall that looked
different. She went over and touched one of the logs. All of a sudden the wall
moved to reveal a passageway. The girls entered and down a dark hall where
they could see a door with light coming out of it. "Be quiet," whispered
Tracey. They peered into the door. "Deanna," Tracey said with a quiet outburst
...

I saw Tracey and Erin come in but I shouted "Nooooo ... . Muffled because of
the gag in my mouth. To my horror the kidnapper jumps out and shoots Tracy and
Erin with the gun! I shriek, but there was no noise. Tracey, in her short blue
pleated skirt and white bobby socks fell to the floor on her hands and knees,
face down out cold. Erin, wearing a short Scottish kilt and white knee socks
falls against the wall and slides down, with her legs together to her right,
and leaning against the bureau.

"Do not worry, they will be all right. Knockout drops in a squirt gun. I read
it in a Nancy Drew book for the idea. Neat huh?"

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. He then dragged the two unconscious girls
over to a mat on the floor. He then tied their hands behind their backs and
then their ankles. "It is a good thing you girls are wearing socks. I like
girls who wear socks with their skirts, their ankles are protected from the
ropes. He reached into his bureau and pulled out five white strips of cloth,
and two more pillowcases. He gagged and blindfolded them, and then put
pillowcases over their heads. He walked over to me and started to remove my
gag, then stopped. "No, you are prettier gagged. Do you know what this is
for," holding up the white cloth.

I nodded yes, knowing he was going to blindfold me. He came around and gently
stroked my hair. "It is time for you and your friends to go home. I am sorry
about the inconvenience of tying you and your friends up." With that he tied
the cloth around my eyes and put the pillowcase back over my head. We were
then carried one by one out to I think was the van. I reached over and could
feel Erin's skirt, and Tracey was on the other side of me, putting me in the
middle. They had not woken up yet, but then I could hear another voice.

"Get in the van, Benson," the voice ordered. I heard two doors close.

"Just shut up and drive!" That was the voice I have been hearing all along.

"Ok, but do not hurt the girls! I'lll do anything you ask!" We were driving
for a little while and I could here the girls starting to moan, they were
waking up. They were starting to groan. I could feel Tracey's bound wrists
against mine.

"Quiet girls", the kidnapper ordered. Soon the van stopped, and I could here
someone being handcuffed. "Here, your cell phone is on the floor. Convince one
of the girls to move up to you so you can untie them. Ta..Taaa ... "

Benson said, "Deanna, can you do it, could you slide your way up here. Tracey
was able to get my pillowcase and blindfold off by moving around when my head
was near her wrist. I could now see Erin and Tracey bound and gagged like me
on the floor of the van, and Mr. Benson handcuffed to the steering wheel. This
was blowing my mind. Was he innocent after all? I wiggled my way up to him not
caring if my skirt was pulling up, and I finally reached him by pushing off
with my tied feed and sliding up to his lap. He then could untie my wrists.
Finally, I got the gag out of my mouth and untied my feet. I then untied
Tracey, removed her gag and blindfold, and then Erin. On the floor of the van
is a cell phone and a key to the handcuffs. I called the police and uncuffed
Mr. Benson.

"Look," said Mr. Benson. " I had no idea someone was hiding in my cellar. I
have not lived in this house that long. That person who kidnapped you must
have been hiding there for a long time. I'll help the police any way I can."

We all looked at each other in stunned disbelief. Just then the police
arrived, my brother Deacon with them. My parents were out of town on business,
so he was staying at the house with us. I ran over to him and gave him a big
hug. There were tears coming from his eyes! I have never seen him cry before,
but when he held me he would not let go and I did not want him to.

"I love you sis," he said. "I would not know what to do if something happened
to you. Will you please stay out of trouble!"

I looked up at him, he is 6'3" and smiled and winked at him. "Me, stay out of
trouble?" "You've got to be kidding!"

A few days later we got out of bed and got dressed for school. I chose a white
blouse with my black knit pants. Tracey was wearing a sweater and jeans when
she walked into my room. "Forget to do your laundry again, smiled Tracey?

"I want to wear something different," I said. As we went downstairs my brother
Deacon showed up at the door carrying a package.

"Hi girls," he said. "I have something I want to show you." He pulled out a
video tape and put it into the VCR. "You are not going to like this but you
must see it!"

We started watching a video of Lauren tied up. We did not have to watch too
much to figure out that Benson is making homemade kidnap bondage videos and
selling them on the black market.

"This is not about some freak tying up young girls for kicks, this is about
money." Added Deacon.

"You mean I will be in a bondage video! Ickkkk ... ."

"Yes Deanna," said my brother. "Your video I hear is a hot seller. I need a
favor from you girls. We know Benson is in on it but we can't prove it. Also,
there may be a student accomplice. The authorities do not have enough evidence
to get a search warrant. They believe his story that he was a victim. Can you
sneak into his office and see what you can find out? But be careful, they are
dangerous. They may be plotting one last video and then leave the country."

"But I thought you wanted us to stay out of trouble?" I asked with a big
smile.

Deacon looked at me with that 'Yeah, right' look. "Of course we'll do it!"
Tracey nodded her head; Yes. And with that we went off to school.

Meanwhile in Benson's office Benson, Sam the Janitor, and the student
accomplice (named Missy) were meeting. "I have called you here for a special
reason. We're going to make one last video, a multi-girl and with the money we
will have enough to flee to South America. We are going to kidnap Deanna, and
her friends Tracey and Erin. Actually, we'll kidnap Erin first, to use her as
bait to trap Deanna and Tracey. Missy, can you get Erin down to the janitors
office?"

"I am getting nervous about this. What if we get caught!" Cried Missy.

"You are in too deep now, and besides we made you." "Ok," said Missy. "Erin is
doing field hockey pictures for the yearbook today. I will trick her after
that."

After the pictures Missy walked up to Erin and pulled her aside. "Come with
me, I think I might know who the kidnapper is."

Erin, still wearing her field hockey uniform, a blue plaid kilt and white home
jersey with blue knee socks, was skeptical but went along. "Why are we going
down to the janitor's office," asked Erin?

"I think the janitor is involved." "Should we not warn Deanna and Tracey,"
Erin asked?

"They all ready know. They are meeting us there."

Erin and Missy walk into the office. Missy turns and faces Erin, and suddenly
Sam grabs Erin from behind and smothered her face with a chloroform soaked
cloth. Erin slowly passes out, and Missy apologetically looks at her as Erin
falls fast asleep on the floor.

"Tie her up with this duct tape," Sam ordered.

Missy wrapped tape around Erin's wrists behind her back, her ankles, knees and
around her chest. Then she put one piece of tape on her mouth, and then
wrapped a long piece around her head holding the tape on her mouth, also being
careful not to get tape in Erin's long blonde hair. "It is hard tying up a
girl when you are wearing a miniskirt yourself," complained Missy. Missy was
wearing a suit consisting of a light blue micro-miniskirt, white blouse and
matching jacket.

"You look beautiful," said Sam. Now put these notes in the other girls'
lockers. Sam dragged Erin and put her in the tool room and closed the door.

Soon after Tracey came to her locker and found a note: 'If you want to see
Erin again, you and Deanna must come to the janitor's office. DO NOT TELL
ANYONE!' Tracey looked in Deanna's locker and took a similar note out. This
must be a trap, She thought. I will not tell Deanna.

Soon I walked up to Tracey, "What is going on,?" I asked. School had just
ended and kids and teachers were heading home for the day.

"I think I will check out the janitors room. Why don't you snoop around
Benson's office and see what you can find out?" Asked Tracey.

"Ok," I said.

Tracey went down to the basement, and I headed to Benson's office, waiting
until the coast would be clear. Tracey carefully went into the office, seeing
no one around she entered. Just like that someone grabbed her and the next
thing Tracey knew she was fast asleep on the floor.

Benson walked in holding a candy striper dress. "Missy, put this on her and
then tie her up with Erin." He handed her a dress and a pair of white tights.
"Use rope, tape will ruin these tights."

Missy dragged Tracey into the tool closet, closed the door. Soon Tracey was
wearing the candy striper outfit, and was tied up with rope and gagged with a
white cloth. You do look good in a short dress, Missy thought ...

Meanwhile I saw no one was around the Principal's office so I snuck in. I saw
nothing unusual but a door at the end of his office. I opened the door. It was
unlocked! I looked in and saw a bunch of boxes. This looked like he was moving
somewhere. I looked in one of the open boxes and found videos, the same case
that Deacon had shown me. We have found the evidence that we were looking for!

Suddenly, Benson came out of nowhere and said "Looking for something?"

Darn it, I have been caught.

"Miss Deanna, we have your friends Erin and Tracey tied up some place and if
you want to see them again you'll do everything I tell you, correct?"

"Ok," I knew I had no choice.

He walked over to a draw and pulled out what looks like a green plaid skirt,
knee socks, and black blazer. Looking at me, "you will not need the blouse
since you are wearing one. You have five minutes to change into this outfit."
He then left and closed the door.

I change into uniform, the skirt is very short. In a near by mirror I can see
that I look like SNL's Mary Catherine. The skirt was about the same length.
What can I do, I don't want my friends to get hurt. Just then I heard a knock.
I opened the door and let him in.

He was carrying a piece of rope. "Here, stand in front of the mirror." He then
tied my hands behind my back. "You look gorgeous," he said.

"What are you going to do with us," I asked.

"Don't worry, after we make this last video, we will leave you tied up in my
house. Then we will leave the country." Just then he heard a knock.

"Mr. Benson, Mr. Benson," the voice hollered out.

"I'll be right there," he said. He grabbed a blue bandanna that was on the
bureau and gagged me with it, a tight cleave style. "Be quiet, I will be right
back." He went out and closed the door. Soon he returned, "come on, it is time
to leave." He peeked out the door and when there was no one there he led me to
the stair well still tied and gagged. We made it down to the Janitor's office
without being seen. He opened the tool room door, and I could see Tracey and
Erin, bound and gagged on the floor. Missy, with a personality and looks of
Buffy's Cordelia, was standing watch.

"We need one more girl," said Benson. Benson and the janitor looked at Missy
and started to smile.

"You are not going to tie me up in this outfit," Missy cried! "This outfit is
very expensive!"

"We'll be careful," said Benson. Before she could escape they grabbed her,
started tying her up and gagging her like Tracey and Erin.

While this was going on I noticed a note pad and pen on the desk. I reached
over with my bound hands and wrote on the paper, 'Bensons house, D and Tr.'
Hoping that someone would find it. Then I moved away from the desk so they
would not suspect that I had done anything. Then the two blindfolded Missy,
Erin, and Tracey and carried them out, one by one outside.

The girls were groaning into their gags, especially Missy, who felt
doublecrossed. Benson came over to me, "your turn sweetheart." He blindfolded
me and led me outside and put me into a van, I think. He forced me to lie face
down on the floor beside the other girls. In a skirt and knee socks this floor
was cold. I could feel him tying my ankles together with a piece of rope. We
have been here before! The van started to drive off. We all struggled to get
free from our bonds. Four gagged girls groaning and moaning did not bother the
men.

Just then I heard a siren. The van stopped and we heard "Freeze, police!" We
could not see anything. But then we heard the van door open. My blindfold was
taken off, and again, my brother came to the rescue. "You didn't think that I
would let you do this by yourself!"

This time the State Police was there. Benson and Sam were arrested, and Missy,
well her fate will be decided in another story. The other girls were untied
and went over to thank my brother.

"Thank you girls," said the Police Lt. "We couldn't have done it with out
you."

I did not know if I wanted to kiss my brother or hit him. "We were watching
you all the time," said Deacon. " You were not in any danger. And I have a
feeling we will do this again," smiling.

Tracey, Erin and I looked at each other. I know he is right.

The End