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Allie
by The One (wordzwizardz@hotmail.com)

***

The story of a high school girl's pursuit of an 
unbearable fetish for skintight clothes that leads her 
to disaster. (ff-teens, bd, fantasy)

***

Allie's heart thumped in her chest and her stomach 
fluttered. While the others were talking leisurely 
among themselves, she stood apart, fidgeting and pacing 
the pavement. She knew she shouldn't be this nervous; 
that it only hurt her performance in the end, but she 
couldn't help the excitement. She was in her last week 
of freshmanhood at Akers High School, and that meant 
she could try out for the drum corps color guard.

She had twirled baton and flags since she was a little 
girl, and was thought exceptional by everyone who had 
worked with her or watched her. But this was a 
different society. These girls were good. A drum corps 
was the highest level a musician or twirler could 
reach, at least in high school, and if you made it you 
weren't just a "twirler" or a "flag girl" anymore. You 
were respected. You were admired. You were part of 
something real, something big. 

Allie had been devastated last year when she found out 
incoming freshmen couldn't try out. She had had to 
settle for her usual dance classes and daydreams. But 
that was all past now. Now she would live those dreams. 
It was her time to shine.

Looking up at the sound, Allie saw the current guard, 
led by the seniors, walk out of the school and assemble 
into a long single-file line on the curb, looking down 
at the herd of mixed juniors and sophomores scrambling 
to something resembling order. The guard was in full 
uniform and at attention. Their silky black leotards 
glimmered in the afternoon sun, as did the fluid black 
dancing pants they wore to cover their legs. A bold 
stripe ran from each girl's right shoulder down to her 
left hip, then returned up her back to meet again at 
the right shoulder like a sash bearing the school's 
trademark red-on-black color scheme. 

Their faces were not angry; there was no military 
discipline in them, but they looked down on the hopeful 
crowd with an observer's eye. They were examining what 
they had to work with; waving friends among the group 
were denied all but the slightest hints of smiles and 
nods. 

Allie was rigid as the shaft of the flag at her side. 
She was determined to look better than everyone else 
here. She stood with her feet together and her arms 
tight to her sides, chin angled slightly down, and eyes 
like fire staring straight ahead. 

The guard captain stepped down onto the pavement and 
started to walk among the girls. She was a striking 
senior with dark blonde hair that fell below her 
shoulders. She's beautiful... Only Allie's eyes moved 
to watch the girl, and when she disappeared from 
peripheral vision Allie didn't move her head an inch to 
follow, though she wanted to. She was being inspected. 
Still, the allure of those tight silky uniforms was 
tempting.

"My name is Leanne," the captain introduced herself. "I 
will be guard captain from now on since Melissa," she 
pointed to a dark-haired girl in the line, "is 
graduating." She paused as people cheered at the 
mention of Melissa. "I have a feeling," she continued, 
"that some of you are only here because you friends 
talked you into it, or your parents are making you, or 
some other reason besides your own free will."

Not me! Allie pictured herself in that girl's place. 

"If any of you fit that category, leave now!"

No one moved. Allie didn't twitch. She could hear the 
captain's voice coming closer to her, coming up from 
behind. She stood straighter. 

"Good," the captain said. She appeared to Allie's right 
and glided in front of her, looking her up and down. 
Before she moved on, she gave Allie an approving nod 
and half-smile. Allie swelled with pride. 

"So!" the captain bellowed, "If you are all here by 
your own choice, let me give you an idea of what you're 
auditioning for.," she pointed at a dark-haired girl in 
the line, "Will be your direction after I'm gone. 
Anyway, there's always someone who doesn't quite get 
it, and then they whine the whole season. And I hate 
whiners!" She looked at Allie.

Don't look at me! I know exactly what I'm getting into!

"Practice starts the second week of summer vacation. 
Yes, I said summer vacation. Monday through Friday for 
your entire summer, you will spend the eight hours 
between six a.m. to two p.m. here, learning how to 
carry on the tradition of perfection this corps is 
known for. That means quit your summer jobs, quit the 
swim team, quit anything that will get in the way. Are 
all of you still with me?"

Only Allie's sharp retort could be heard.

The captain screamed, "I can only hear ONE of you! 
That's not enough!"

Allie and a few others could be heard now, but she was 
quivering with excitement. She had impressed the 
captain twice! This was in the bag already! 

"If that's all the enthusiasm thirty people can give 
me, this is going to be a long year!" the captain 
yelled. "Let's see if your performance can tell me 
otherwise." She marched back to the curb and the tryout 
began.

***

The next week on the second-to-last day of school, the 
list was posted. Allie's feet barely touched the ground 
as she sprinted down the hallway leading to the music 
rooms. It wasn't a matter of whether she made it or 
not; she just wanted to see her rank compared to the 
other inductees. She saw the list on the bulletin board 
in front of the director's office, printed on bright 
red paper. Sliding to a stop in front of it she scanned 
for her name. Her pride was hurt slightly that she 
wasn't at the top, but she didn't really care. She 
scanned the ten names, then went back and looked again, 
more carefully this time. Then again. And again. There 
must have been a mistake.

"Hey!" A voice from behind made her jump. It was the 
guard captain, Leanne. "I was hoping you'd come down 
here. I need to talk to--" 

"There's a mistake, right?" Allie blurted, "This list 
is wrong."

Leanne understood, but didn't show it. "And why do you 
say that?" she asked. 

There was only one thing to say, but what kind of 
impression would it give? Allie stood there, looking 
between the captain and the list, not believing.

Leanne smiled. "You've got heart, kid. You really 
wanted it out there. But your movements just weren't 
what we were looking for."

Allie opened her mouth to protest, but Leanne raised a 
finger.

"Allie, right? Listen, you did really well. But you 
looked like you were sword fighting, not twirling. 
You're too rigid. I want you to be a runner for the 
guard this year. Watch the other girls, and practice 
doing it like they do. Someone like you has more than 
enough drive to get really good in a short amount of 
time, and if you're a runner this year you'll be first 
in line for being in the corps next year. What do you 
think?"

Numbly Allie nodded as the bell rang for the start of 
class.

"Great. Hey, I really am sorry. Keep your head up; 
you'll make it next year."

Allie thanked her and retreated back down the hall. The 
world seemed that much darker now even with the morning 
sun drenching the hallway. A runner. The runner's job 
was to stay on the sidelines of the field during shows 
and make sure all the flags and props were in place for 
each scene of the show. 

It was a feel-good job, a consolation prize, like the 
pitiful backup singers for world-famous bands. Now she 
would have to wait a year for the glory, a year for the 
respect, and a year until she could feel that wonderful 
silky uniform against her skin... what? What the hell 
kind of thing was that to think about at a time like 
this? Allie angrily shook her head as she made her way 
to class.

***

Summer practices were torture. She had to be there, but 
she also had to watch all the others, including several 
of her friends who had passed their tryouts, as they 
displayed their talents while she sat on the sideline. 
But she never once lost her concentration. Though she 
hated it, this was her chance to make herself look good 
for next year. But she wanted one of those uniforms, 
just to have, just to wear! They looked like they felt 
so good; she wanted to feel the tightness of the 
leotard as someone zipped it up behind her, and wanted 
to see how it made her body look. 

Allie was a smallish girl, but she was very fit and 
lots of guys thought her attractive. She had nearly 
fainted while carrying a box of extra uniforms; her 
imagination had carried her away. But she knew she 
couldn't satisfy her passion until she made the corps. 
The girls of the guard held their uniforms in high 
regard as a symbol of status. They were given only to 
those who earned the right and the privilege to wear 
them. 

Never before had a summer vacation crawled by so 
slowly. Allie resented every second of doing her 
benchwarmer's job while her friends were out on the 
field living their dreams. School finally started, and 
it was the slowest week in history. Just when Allie 
thought she couldn't stand it anymore, Friday arrived. 
It was the football team's first game, and it was away. 
Two hours away. The players said it was a bad sign, but 
the members of the guard and band of the drum corps 
loved the news. The long bus ride meant plenty of time 
to chill with friends before dealing with all the 
adrenaline of performing. 

Allie did more than her fair share of packing the 
guard's equipment and loading it into the back of the 
bus. Leanne gave her an approving glance as she walked 
by to give her usual season-opening pep talk. It made 
the work a little more bearable for Allie knowing that 
she was gaining respect. She imagined how great it 
would feel next year to finally be one of the guard.

As she grabbed the last bag to be loaded, her fingers 
slipped and the drawstring pulled open. Two uniforms 
flopped out onto the sidewalk. Allie froze and stared. 
Were they extras? Spares? There were two complete 
uniforms in the bag, she noticed, as she packed the 
leotards back in. Did someone need them? Would they be 
missed?

No. No! Just load them in the bus with everything else. 
Forget it. Don't do anything stupid. Don't embarrass 
yourself. You're building your future here and now. 
Don't screw it up.

She jerked the drawstring closed and whipped the bag 
into the bus, slamming the doors behind it. She sagged 
against the rear fender, knees weak, vision blurry and 
body trembling with fantasy and lust.

The ride to the game was awful and wonderful at the 
same time. Being the runner, Allie was relegated to sit 
in the back, nearly alone, with only the bags of silks 
and banners, batons, show rifles, and other equipment. 
And the extra uniforms. Allie hadn't watched where they 
had landed when she hurled them into the bus. She hoped 
they were lost, so that the temptation would be gone. 
But she knew they weren't.

With no one to talk to, Allie's mind wandered. She 
stared at the girls in front of her, dressed in their 
heavenly black and red outfits. They were so beautiful, 
beautiful enough to make another girl want them. 
Disturbed at her feelings Allie squeezed her eyes shut. 
But behind the darkness of closed lids lay even wilder 
thoughts. Envisioning every fantasy she had ever had, 
Allie forgot the world immediately and fell into a deep 
daydream. She was barely aware of her hand slipping 
down, down, until she felt her soaked panties. 
Catapulted back to reality, her face turned as red as 
the stripes on the uniforms, though no one had noticed.

***

Since they were the visiting team, the Akers High drum 
corps would perform at halftime. The football game was 
intense all through the first half. Allie cheered the 
team with her friends, but her mind was always 
somewhere else. Finally the time came for the corps to 
take the field. The band and guard lined up in marching 
formation to go onto the field, and Allie took her 
position next to the conductor's stand on the 
sidelines. Her role was mundane but she found she was 
shaking anyway. She was imagining herself wearing the 
guard's uniform, marching onto the field, head held 
proud and high. Only a fantasy. 

The show began and ended in a blur of adrenaline. 
Everyone was so absorbed in being where they were 
supposed to be, twirling the right direction, playing 
the right notes, that they hardly noticed the time 
passing. It was like floating in a dream, a dream that 
ended abruptly in thunderous applause and cheering. 
Allie was breathing hard; her job fit its name. After 
sprinting from one end of the field to another and back 
again, delivering silks and batons and the like, she 
was exhausted. But true to the job of the runner, the 
responsibility fell to her to return all the equipment 
to the bus. 

The flags and other show props were loaded onto wheeled 
carts, then the girls of the guard went off to enjoy 
themselves. Allie grabbed the handle of the first cart 
and hauled it across the grass toward the bus. She 
wanted to punch somebody. The first show had just ended 
and she was angrier than ever at being a benchwarmer. 

They treat me like a slave! I don't even get any help! 
This is such bullshit!

She threw the door open on the back of the bus and 
started hefting the bundles of silk flags in. So many 
thoughts and ideas were tumbling over each other in her 
mind that something bad was bound to surface. 

Allie stopped loading. Where was that bag of uniforms? 
She set the bag of silks down quietly and climbed into 
the bus. Taking out a little flashlight from her pocket 
she found the bag under the last set of seats toward 
the back. She carefully opened the drawstring and 
reached her hand in. The feeling of the smooth Lycra 
leotards inside made her heart leap and her excitement 
spike. Her crotch tingled. No second thoughts.

Casting a glance over her shoulder Allie reached back 
and shut the door. Her hands were shaking so badly she 
had trouble picking up her prizes to let them unfold in 
front of her in all their silky beauty. She stared at 
them for a long time, debating. If she got caught, all 
her dreams would be shot down. She'd never be allowed 
into the guard. But this was the only chance she might 
get. 

Could I get away with it?

Allie gave in. In a flurry of rustling fabric her 
shoes, jeans, shirt and jacket were on the bus floor. 
Wondering if anyone was watching, she pulled the 
leotard up her legs and into the right position. She 
snapped the crotch closed, but couldn't reach the 
zipper in the back. Grinding her teeth in frustration 
she bent way over backward while pulling the uniform up 
until her fingers clasped the little zipper. She pulled 
it up toward her neck, listening to the wonderful sound 
of the zipper closing. 

The silky, slinky fabric tightened around her body and 
finally closed, clasping her neck and entire body in a 
smooth, cool embrace. Allie let herself relax and her 
eyelids slid closed as she tried to control her 
trembling and frantic breathing. She let her hands run 
down the curves of her breasts and hips, then slide 
back to caress her own ass. She was glad she had worn a 
thong. She looked down at herself and gave a little 
moan. Yes! At last! 

Voices!! Allie panicked. She threw herself into the 
seat next to her and yanked her jeans up her bare legs. 
Diving into her shirt, she tried to control her panic 
as the bus door opened. 

Leanne and a girl named Nicole were laughing with each 
other, but they stopped when they saw Allie. "Where 
have you been?" Leanne demanded, "It's been fifteen 
minutes since you came out here!"

Fifteen minutes? Really? How is it that long?

"I'm sorry, Captain. I'm coming." Allie slipped her 
jacket on and hopped out the back of the bus. She 
started off toward the stands when Leanne seized her 
wrist. 

"What were you doing out here?"

"Nothing! Nothing."

"Your wrist feels funny." Leanne pulled the sleeve of 
Allie's jacket up, exposing the black Lycra underneath. 
"What's that?"

"UnderArmour," Allie lied shakily.

"I don't think so." Leanne spun her runner around and 
yanked her shirt up. She grinned when she saw the shiny 
material and the red stripe. "UnderArmour is all black, 
dear. And, I don't think it has puffy sleeves."

Allie realized her first mistake. In her panic she had 
forgotten that the uniform's sleeves were loose and 
puffy. From the first lie, the captain had her figured 
out.

"I'm sorry," Allie murmured. 

"You know, I've seen it in your face since the first 
day," Leanne said, "You're absolutely obsessed with 
those uniforms, aren't you?"

"Well... I-I'm sorry," Allie said again, and started to 
climb into the bus to change. She was in trouble now.

The door closed behind her. She turned and jumped; 
Leanne and Nicole were standing behind her. "What are 
you doing? Don't you want me to take this off?"

"No," Leanne said.

"Then what... am I in trouble?"

Nicole said, "That depends on your definition of 
trouble."

Allie took a step back. She didn't like this. These two 
were acting strange.

Leanne sighed. "You know, I should take your job away 
for this."

"No! Please! You don't understand; this is all I've 
ever wanted to do!"

"What would you do to stay with us?"

"Anything!"

"Anything?" Leanne glanced at Nicole.

"Anything!"

Leanne tossed her hair and said, "Normally I would just 
get rid of somebody for doing this. But I like you. So 
instead, you'll get a different kind of punishment. And 
here's the best part – if you go through with it, and 
you don't tell anyone, I'll guarantee you a spot on the 
guard next year."

Wary, Allie asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Well," Leanne said slowly, "It's best to show you. 
It's hard to explain."

"Alright. What do I have to do?"

The captain smiled knowingly. She had this hopelessly 
obsessed sophomore wrapped around her finger. "Take 
your clothes off," she said, "So all you're wearing is 
the uniform."

With only a moment's hesitation, Allie slid her jacket 
and shirt off and stepped out of her jeans. She wasn't 
exposed, but still standing in front of the two girls 
like this was uncomfortable. Yet somehow it was 
satisfying. Erotic, even.

Nicole had been busy laying out flags on the ground 
outside the bus. She had laid them out so their silks 
were overlapping, alternating the direction they 
pointed as well. They made a solid red and black carpet 
on the grass. Now Allie was pushed outside, still 
wearing only the uniform. There was no one around to 
see her, but somehow she felt the whole world staring 
at her bare legs and her figure, hugged by the tight 
uniform. 

"Lay down on the flags."

"I don't think I want to do this anymore."

"Fine then, you can watch your friends from the 
sidelines for the next two years."

Allie did as she was told. She lay down, face up, at 
the end of the blanket of silks. The aluminum poles 
underneath her were very uncomfortable. 

"Okay Nicole." The two girls bent down and took hold of 
the last pole on the end, underneath Allie's body. They 
pulled upward and pushed, rolling Allie in the flags.

"Hey! Hey!! Stop! STOP!!!" Allie tried to fight them, 
but her arms and legs were already wrapped up. They had 
her in a barrel roll now; they barely had to work at 
all. Allie felt the poles forming a close, hard cage 
around her, circled on the outside by the silks. She 
was rolled over and over, her binding only getting 
tighter. When there was no more to be wrapped Nicole 
and Leanne secured their package with Velcro straps 
around the outside.

In seconds it was done. Allie lay totally immobile 
inside the aluminum-and-silk cocoon, crying for help. 
Her feet were inside the flags and her head stuck out 
the other end. Leanne swooped down and sealed her 
captive's mouth with duct tape from the supply box on 
the bus. The captain squatted down so she straddled the 
bundle. 

She moved her face close to Allie's and said, "Here's 
the deal. As punishment, instead of kicking you out, 
we're going to give you a little time alone to think 
about what you did. You're getting packed up with the 
flags. Now I know that tape doesn't keep you totally 
quiet. You could alert somebody if you wanted to. But 
if you stay completely quiet and unnoticed until we let 
you out back at school, I will guarantee you a position 
in the guard next year. But if you do anything to alert 
anyone, or afterwards tell anyone what happened to you, 
you can forget your little dream. You won't even get 
this job next year. Clear?"

Allie nodded. She had no choice.

"Good!" Leanne and Nicole started to shove their bundle 
into the long black bag. "Oh wait!" Leanne hopped back 
onto the bus and came out with the other spare leotard 
from the bag. "Since you love these uniforms so 
much..." She placed it around Allie's head upside down 
and zipped it up until it closed around her neck. 
Giving it a tug to make sure it wouldn't slip off, 
Leanne tied the long sleeves in a knot in front of 
Allie's face, masking her in Lycra. The girl shook her 
head madly and made muffled screams. 

Her breathing was greatly restricted and she was 
completely blind. She felt the bag being pulled up 
around her cage and she fought hard but could do 
nothing. She felt the drawstring pulled closed over her 
head. It was harder still to get air. Screaming and 
crying, she was hoisted onto the bus on top of the 
other bags of silks. Someone whacked her in the head 
and snapped, "Our deal starts now! One scream and 
you're history!"

The bus door slammed, and all was silent.

Allie's heartbeat thudded in her ears and her frantic 
gasping echoed in the stuffy prison. She was panicking 
now. She couldn't budge. The cage of flag poles held 
her cruelly mummified. Her claustrophobia began to take 
over her mind and her head swam from lack of air. She 
tried to calm herself down by taking in deep, slow 
breaths, but it took a long time for her heart to stop 
racing. Just relax. They'll come for you soon.

To take her mind off her imprisonment Allie thought 
about the finer points of her situation. She stopped 
straining against the metal shafts and concentrated on 
the sensation of the silky uniform snug around her. She 
wiggled as much as she could so her hand could slide 
across her butt. Getting an idea she squirmed again so 
her hand was in front of her now. She pushed her 
fingers between her legs and rubbed herself. The 
stimulation was incredible. It was like the uniform's 
material amplified the feeling. Panic quickly melted 
into pleasure. She arched her back, enjoying the 
feeling of her chest pressed tight against the hard 
metal. 

Allie didn't understand how she could be making such 
erotic fun of her predicament, but she found she didn't 
care. This was somehow a dream come true. All her life 
she had sought this feeling of restriction, and hadn't 
ever known it. It satisfied every desire her body 
pleaded for. Her fingers drove the material deeper and 
deeper into her cunt. She convulsed with wave after 
wave of pleasured spasms, and still craved more. She 
wished this feeling would never end. Her restricted 
breath added a rush to the whole experience like never 
before. She was helpless here; if anything happened she 
was utterly trapped and could do nothing. Someone could 
steal the bus and she would be going with them. Or 
better yet, maybe Leanne or Nicole or one of the others 
would come and find her, and take advantage of her 
predicament.

Oh God please let that happen! Let someone come in here 
and find me like this! Oh I would love it! Oh how it 
would feel to be helpless like this while I'm forced to 
pleasure someone. Maybe one of my friends even. Maybe 
Becca. Oh yes! Becca! I can see her face. She would be 
shocked at first, then she'd just smile and say 
something like, "Well, Allie, it looks like you've been 
a bad girl!" And then she'd undo the crotch of her 
uniform and lay down on these flags with my head 
between her legs, and hold me there while she made 
me... oh yes! Yes! 

"Oh Becca, no, no, please!" 

"Allie, you need to be punished. Now put that tongue to 
good use!" Mmm! Yes! Oooh!"

"MMMMMMM!" Allie cried out loud through the tape as the 
best orgasm ever seized her body. She bucked against 
the poles, banging her knees and hurting her breasts. 
Her mind blurred as she fought for air, and when her 
thoughts focused again she was still quivering and 
rubbing herself to get every last drop of ecstasy. When 
she had given all she could give exhaustion took over. 
Confident no one had heard her cry, Allie closed her 
eyes and drifted off with her hand still clutched 
between her legs.

***

Allie awoke to the feeling of movement. Bumpy, forward 
motion. They were on their way home. Fighting the 
temptation to pleasure herself again she pulled her 
hand away from her still-wet crotch. Her breathing was 
methodic and slow; all her panic was gone. She was 
content to lie in her wonderful prison and sleep again 
until they arrived at the school. 

That time came sooner than expected. Allie didn't even 
have a chance to fall totally asleep before she felt 
the bus slow and stop. Faintly she heard the doors open 
and bags and boxes around her were being unpacked. She 
was almost disappointed to be freed...

Bleary-eyed, Leanne directed the girls of the guard and 
helped unpack. The ride home had taken almost four 
hours due to traffic and road work, and all the captain 
could think of was going home. Nicole had already left. 
She had said she felt sick.

Leanne had only required girls with licenses to stay 
and help unpack. Those whose parents were waiting for 
them were allowed to leave. Leanne herself had tried to 
sleep on the way home but couldn't entirely. She had 
hovered in the strange dreamy half-sleep that comes 
with loud environments. Once they had finally returned, 
the captain couldn't remember much about the past 
night; she was too exhausted. 

She had looked for Allie to beg her to stay and help, 
but couldn't find her. She must have left already. Oh 
well. Leanne was too tired to get mad. She hefted a bag 
of flags onto her shoulder, nearly falling over 
backward with the sudden weight. It was oddly heavy. 
Again, oh well. She was too tired to care.

She carried the bag into the storage room and laid it 
on top of the others. Two girls brought the last boxes 
in off the bus. "Can we go home now?" one mumbled.

Leanne looked around. Everything was here. "Yeah," she 
yawned, "Let's get out of here." They walked out of the 
room and Leanne shut the door. The director locked it 
behind them. Leanne thought she heard muffled 
screaming, but shook her head and walked on. She was 
definitely too tired; she was hearing things. Dammit, 
Allie was going to get it on Monday for leaving without 
doing her fair share to help. Oh well. That was Monday. 
Until then, Leanne intended to enjoy her weekend. 

END

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