The young man squirmed softly as he was tied, not moving much beyond shifting slightly and squirming when the ropes were pulled taut, tugging experimentally at them but giving up quickly. The Headmistress knew what she was doing, and even as she commented on how this tie was intended for women - and pointing out where he was lacking - he stopped struggling, his hands and arms bound uselessly, the rest of his lean, muscular torso wrapped appealingly.<br/><br/>He watches them for a moment, quiet, terrified, his eyes pleading as he is ordered to open his mouth. His eyes were wide and frantic as Natalie pushed the gag past his teeth, the red rubber ball finally settling into place, their new toy capable of letting out only a muffled grunt. His demeanor was considerably more subdued and compliant as the harness is strapped into place, his eyes perhaps a little watery, legs a little week. His mouth stuffed and stretched, they can hear the sound of the boy rapidly panting through his nose. The two women were relentless, and while Miss Winters seemed to at least be enjoying herself, there was a cruel, disinterested streak in Miss West that made his heart pound in fear. Beyond the livestock analogy, she wasn't treating him as much more than that - a useful, somewhat interesting animal. A project. Not a human student of hers, as he had been less than an hour ago.<br/><br/>As the conversation shifts to defacement of school property, he backs up slightly, panicked eyes darting between them. Shaking his head softly, they can barely make out what sound an awful lot like muffled pleas from behind the gag. What the boy was protesting, promising or begging however was lost behind the intruding red rubber.