Vanessa pushed Keiko forward again, unraveling a second bundle of rope and beginning to tie her wrists behind her. “You don’t enjoy the taste of your panties?” she said dryly as she knotted the rope. “I bet they do taste a little filthy. After all, how many boys have you fucked?”<br/><br/>Keiko’s arms now resembled a construct, her elbows and wrists touching. Vanessa had to admire her flexibility, not to mention the flexibility of the entire cheerleading squad. She could only imagine the positions her client would be tying her in and for how long. The last bit of rope from her wrists went around her waist, securing her arms behind her.<br/><br/>“That gag will keep you nice and quiet for now, but I can’t have you alerting your other students when they begin their detention, can I?” she chuckled, grabbing her captive by the arm and hauling her to a small closet. Once inside, it was just a few coils of rope around her ankles, and she sat the Asian girl down. “Now be a good girl and take a sniff.”<br/><br/>She procured a small square of cloth soaked in a dose of chloroform and pressed it to her nostrils. It wouldn’t be enough to knock her out, but it would send her into a considerable fog for a few minutes. Just enough time to subdue the two boys.<br/>