12 comments/ 80195 views/ 116 favorites Bound Friends Pt. 01 By: jessbbaby34 Part 1 - Andrea's Eventful Birthday ***** Andrea paused her lunch to read her phone's new text, causing a smile to cross her face. "We are officially off, have a great week sweetheart - Mom & Dad." She still wasn't sure if it was a total coincidence or that her parents were being kind, that of all the weeks for them to go away this was the one they chose. She had never been left alone for more than a day or two, and now on the week of her 18th birthday her parents would be out to sea on an 11 day long cruise. They mentioned something about this being the cheapest time of year, or that it was one of the few times they both could take off work, but in the back of her mind she wondered if this wasn't there form of a present. "Happy birthday, here's the house to yourself!" She had certainly never given her parents reason to doubt her. She has been a solid B+ student at St. Anne's, a private all girls school, stayed out of trouble and had overall earned a solid "good girl" image. She may not be on great personal terms with her parents, but she certainly felt she had earned their trust. "Well they're officially gone," Andrea shared with her friends across the table. "Sweat, we only have two more periods, Lea's already done, so should we just leave from here?" Asked Sophia. "Good with me. Megan, that time work for you?" Andrea asked. Megan nodded her head in agreement. "I might be a little late, I got one thing to pick up. I'll call when I'm almost back." Lea added almost cryptically. With that the four friends went back to their lunch and chatting. They had become nearly inseparable over the years, seemingly doing almost everything together. Andrea was the last of them to turn 18, and even though her big party was this Saturday her actual day was today and the four of them planned on celebrating just the four of them. It was Thursday January 18th, the start of a four day weekend, and the teachers seemed just as eager as all the students to get out early and get on with their day. Andrea was let out ten minutes early but was still the last to arrive to where two of her friends were waiting for Lea. Sophia was always the easiest to spot in a crowd. She was leaning up against the wall in her yoga pants and shirt, clearly just coming from practice. She was tall and slender with Mediterranean looking olive skin and black curly hair. Even without heels, which she rarely ever wore, she still towered over almost all the girls. She had been taking dance classes since she was little and it made her at times strike a pose when waiting like she was right now and not even realize it. Between her dancing and her place on the track team, she was always in amazing shape. The two things had kept her toned and given her incredible flexibility, but she sometimes wondered if it was some kind of dancer's curse that kept her chest and ass so flat. Megan by contrast could easily be Andrea's sister, something that certainly isn't helped by going to a school with uniforms, though she had already changed out of hers. They were both wavy-haired brunettes, a bit on the short side, had deep blue eyes, and were just a little bit curvy. They didn't have Sophia's toned stomach, there was even the tiniest bit of flab, but both made up for it with their natural C cups and round ass to match. Their short curvy frames never had trouble getting attention when they were out, and that was good enough. The only thing that visually separated the two was their different hairstyles, Megan prefered long hair done up while Andrea prefered a shoulder length cut. Lea on the other hand was much less noticeable. She wasn't unattractive by any means but that's perhaps the best that could be said. She was medium height, about half way between her friends. She was skinny but not toned or athletic like Sophia. had a decent pair of breasts but nothing as pronounced as Andrea or Megan. She was pale, had long straight jet black hair and wore black rimmed glasses for her nearsightedness that made her look like a bit of a nerd. Honestly she was quite a bit of a nerd, but that's not exactly a bad thing. None of them were exactly quite the "cool" kids at the school. Certainly no one was complaining last summer when she was the only one to land a summer job, working with computer systems or something. They definitely weren't complaining when that summer job helped her buy a car, it might have been really old but it was more than any of them had making her everyone's unofficial taxi. The four of them had been friends for years. The each moved to town part way through the year and bonded at first over their shared "outsider" status in this small Pennsylvania town of Tullburg. They each made other friends in time, but none of them felt quite as close. They didn't always have as many things in common with each other as they did with some of their other friends, but it didn't matter. Turns out sometimes having everything in common was a little overrated when you have a common history. Andrea waved to her two friends as she walked up while Megan was just hanging up her phone. "That was Lea, she's only a few minutes out," Megan explained. "Any idea what she was picking up?" Andrea asked. "Nope, assuming it's drinks or something for tonight," Megan responded. It wasn't drinks. A little over a year ago, a company combined some of the recent computer breakthroughs to put a new spin on an old game. It receives its fair share of mockery, but not from Lea, her friends or the almost million other regular players. It's essentially a high tech, computer controlled game of truth or dare called eDict. eDict can be played a few different ways. There's the "trial" version, where you are given requests through the website, and it's up to you to be honest. There's the free version, which is a bit of a misnomer because while there's no monthly cost you need to buy what the company calls a TruBand to play. It's online as well, but unlike the trial version the TruBands can detect whether you are following orders and answering truthfully. Finally there's the paid version which requires you to buy hardware and also pay a monthly fee. You first purchase an eDict Box, they come in different sizes, and they will be pre-packed with things that might be used during dare edicts. What it gets packed with is personalized based on criteria and user history, and they can be repackaged at any store or by mail if you don't mind waiting a bit. People can manually pick an inventory, but most just rely on probabilities since then it maintains a bit of uncertainty. Boxes are meant to be the only thing you need when playing. Lea just purchased a box as a gift and she needed to pick it up from the city, which was a bit of a drive. She sprang for the deluxe model, and while it had wheels she still had trouble getting it in the back of her car. It was the size of a large trunk and Lea only had a small hatchback. She covered it with a blanket and a few odds and ends to keep it a surprise. As she picked up her waiting friends and drove to Andrea's now empty house, they didn't notice a thing. "Make yourselves at home," Andrea snickered as her three friends started meandering back to the living room while Andrea went upstairs to change out of the maroon sweater and grey skirt that was her uniform. After an hour or two of flipping through a whole lot of nothing good, Lea ducked back to get her gift. The box was heavy but once it was on the ground she could wheel it to where she needed it. Lucky for her there weren't any steps and she quickly had it moving down the hallway to her friends. "Andrea, I've got a surprise for you," Lea announced as she walked into view just before the box she was dragging. "Oh my god, is that what I think it is?" Sophia exclaimed "Yes it is. Andrea, I know you play this as much as the rest of us, might as well play in style." Andrea got up off the couch and started moving the coffee table towards the corner of the room. "Bring it here, this thing's massive." "Do we need our bands? I could still run over and get mine," Sophia asked. "Nope, this has enough bands for eight players, and they're a bit more serious than the fabric ones we normally play with." Lea started explaining One of the technologies part of eDict are what the game makers call TruBands. It's all based off some breakthroughs law enforcement came up with years ago while trying to make an infallible lie detector, but no one saw that tech being used for a game like this. The bands equipped with a small camera, wifi to connect to a computer or a box and enough sensors it can pick up on just about anything no matter how subtle. You place a band around your neck like a collar, and from there it combines with voice reading software to tell when someone's not being truthful. It's so good it doesn't even need yes/no answers, it can tell if what you're saying is in any way not the fully truthful even if it's not an outright lie. It can even often, though admittedly not perfectly, tell someone's answer just by how they react to the question without them saying a word. Most people just use the standard rubber lined fabric bands you manually tighten with a velcro strap. But those people don't have deluxe boxes. "This is the deluxe box, it has eight bands included and they're metal," Lea explained. "There's still the rubber lining, but instead of a velcro strap you feed one end into a box on the front and it clicks closed." "Wait, so where do we get these bands?" Andrea asked as she examined the box. Lea lifted up a flap revealing a screen. "We just sign in here to our regular accounts, start a session and a compartment will open with our bands. Andrea, it's your machine, you go first." Andrea sat in front of the machine and proceeded to connect it to the home network and sign in to their online accounts. It the screen asked "add more players or continue" after each person had finished logging in. Once all four were signed in Andrea pressed continue. "Welcome" the box said, chiming to life. As it spoke the TV turned back on, showing an enlarged version of the words being spoken. "I have detected a TV in the room, if you do not want me to use this say 'no extra displays' or select the option from the touch screen. To start a new session, say 'start new session' or select it from the touch screen." "It talks! The free version never talked!" squealed Andrea in excitement. "Yes I do, I can also accept voice commands for everything but adding new profiles," said the surprisingly human like voice. "You can always change these settings by saying 'voice options' or by selecting it from the menu. I also am program to learn from experience to enhance the quality of the games, something my free counterpart also can not do." "This is so cool, what do you say, start playing now?" Andrea said as she turned back to face her friends. "It's your day, what do you want?" asked Megan. A smile went across Andrea's face. "Start new session." "Select players individually, or say 'all players' to add everyone signed into the device." Andrea barely let it finish before spouting out "all players." "Set a session's maximum and minimum length" replied the machine. Andrea replied "at least till 9, no later than 11." The screen read: Min 9pm, Max 11pm, say correct to confirm. She did. "Would you like to manually set difficulty controls, or use a generalized difficulty setting?" Andrea had to think about it. "Hugh, generalized difficulty is also not in the free version," she said quietly turning back to her friends. "Lea, did the store say much about this?" "Just that the generalized difficulty setting will take your past responses into account and set levels for all the different categories based on that and what you've selected in the past" "Generalized difficulty" Andrea replied. "Set difficulty 1-10" the box replied "Andrea, one more thing." Lea interrupted. "The store also mentioned that there's a new feature only for boxes where you can set difficulty to 11 and it will gradually try to push us past where we've been before. I'm up for that if you three are." Megan and Sophia were quick to agree, and while Andrea still had her doubts she had to admit it sounded intriguing. "Difficulty 11." "Difficulty 11 may push past previous personal limits, and edicts may not be backed out of. Each player must say 'confirm' to begin." The box was using much more serious tone than it had previously used as it said this. One at a time the box called each of the girl's names, followed by the girl responding "confirm." A drawer would open with a metal band. As soon as one girl removed it from the drawer it would close, the box would then wait for the band to go around the girl's neck and it would then call the next girl. Each band came from the same drawer, one of the girls would shut it empty and then another would open it to find another identical band dropped in there from some internal mechanics. Sophia was the last one called and once she had put her band around her necks the box produced a loud "click" sound, like a click of a lock shutting. "All four players accept, bands will now lock." The box said in its much colder tone. "Wait, locked?" Andrea said with surprise. She tried pulling her band but it was locked fastly around her neck. The box continued. "Records show that while all of you meet the minimum playing hours and age requirements, none of you have played Difficulty 11 before. The rules are different here. I will take all that I know about each of you from your past play, and use your reactions to decide what orders to give. You will not choose your order type, I will. You do not get any free passes, you either do as you are told or take a punishment. You do not have any topic limits in this game, I can select any a challenge from any topic I wish. I however will not give you a kind of order you do not enjoy more than once. But so long as you enjoy what is happening I will push you further than you have gone before and you will have no choice in the matter. Sometimes I will move from player to player like a normal eDict game, sometimes I will focus intently on a single player giving them task after task until I decide to move on. I will give you a moment to think about this." The room went silent. Everyone was too shocked to look at eachother. Andrea felt the metal around her neck, brushing it with her fingers as if that would make this make a little more sense. It was tight but not uncomfortable, besides the receiver box at the front it was a perfectly unbroken piece of brushed metal. "There should have been some more warning," she thought. This was all a little crazy, clearly whatever locked the collar was in the receiver box that now sat at the front of her neck, pulling did nothing. But as her fingers continued to lightly brush the metal she started to feel the kind of rush she used to get when she first found this game. The booming voice returned after another minute. "This had been your final chance to back out. I am able to monitor how you feel and no one seems to be disturbed, under the terms of use this was your final consent." "Not disturbed? How could that be?" Andrea thought. She certainly felt a little disturbed. "The fact that the disturbance was a rush shouldn't factor in, should it?" She brought her head up and looked around, Megan and Sophia certainly looked disturbed. "What do you mean not disturbed?" Megan blasted out as if reading Andrea's mind. "I will clarify," said the cold voice of the game. "None of you exhibit signs of panic, extreme dread or an unpleasant fear. Difficulty 11 is meant to make you uncomfortable, but not in ways that is ultimately unpleasant. None of you exhibit signs of this unpleasantness, so I will continue." After that was more silence, I guess no one could argue that it was a bit exhilarating. "I will ask all four of you to answer yes or no, have you read the manual for Difficulty 11?" The game asked. All four answered no. This was followed shortly by Lea screeching in mild pain and falling to the floor grabbing her band. After catching her breath Lea quickly but quietly corrected herself by saying yes. "I ask the three of you who haven't, would you like a chance to do so now or would you prefer it be kept from you? This will be the only time I offer, but remember to not lie as your friend just did." Andrea looked at her two friends unsure of what she actually wanted, knowing she really didn't want whatever happened to Lea. Eventually Sophia broke the silence "I don't need to know." This was followed quickly by Meagan saying the same. Andrea was still very torn, but thought that as crazy as it seemed she might deep down agree with her friends. The not knowing was a bit exciting and a part of why she first started playing the game a while ago. "I don't need to know either." "Good, then all you need to know is that my word is law. Break the law and you will be punished." A rush ran through Andrea as she heard this. It all made things seem so much more real, that there were actual penalties for doing things wrong beyond just "losing" the game. "Andrea, it is your birthday so I shall start with you. When did you first let someone play with your breasts?" Andrea was shocked, the game had never been sexual before! She looked around at her friend's glaring eyes. It was one thing to talk about this stuff with her friends (even if they rarely did) it was quite another to have it forced out of you my a machine. "Last year." "Meagan, have you ever stolen something from a store?" The machine continued grilling in no particular order and with no consistent topic. Nothing very scandalous came up and that might have been the problem. It seemed like the game was actively searching for something big to run with that it just wasn't finding. "Lea, do you find girls sexually attractive?" Lea blushed, this was not some big revelation to her friends, she had told them some time ago, but somehow having it forced out of her seemed different. She grabbed her collar and closed her eyes, seeming ready to brace for another shock. At the last second she opened her eyes, let go of her neck and said a plain and simple "yes." Andrea was admittedly a little surprised that this had phased Lea. What surprised her even more was that when she answered "no" to the same question, she got a shock. Andrea fell to the side, clawing at her collar but the shock was over long before her fingers ever reached. "The machine must be broken," she thought. They had in their younger years played around, but Andrea had always seen it as harmless experimentation before they started really meeting boys. The question went racing around Andrea's mind, she had stopped paying attention to what anyone else was doing around her. It's not that she was hung up on the morality of it all, her parents and the school might disagree but she really didn't see it as wrong. No, she had simply never stopped to think about it. "Andrea" Lea said, snapping her fingers in front of her friend's face. "Sorry, lost in thought. What did I miss?" "Megan and Sophia doing the same thing you did," Lea replied, pointing at the two who were holding their hands to their throats in a similar fashion to how Andrea had just been. "Lea you read the instructions, why didn't you warn me about shocks like this?"Andrea finally asked as she sat back up. "I didn't want to scare you, and I though it would be a small little zap I didn't know it would be this strong." "And game.. box, whatever I should call you," Andrea started as she directed her attention at the screen in front of her. "For Difficulty 11 games, my name is Adam for Autonomous Dictating Algorithm Manifestation." Bound Friends Pt. 01 "Isn't that nice, it has a name. Adam, how exactly were you judging our answers? Why did you shock all three of us?" Andrea finished with a little more hostility in her voice. "It's simple. As you answered, your body didn't agree with your words. You answered wrong because you were not answering honestly, and so you were each punished." "But I have a boyfriend!" screamed Sophia with some indignity. "That does not mean the answer you gave was any more correct," replied Adam. "If it was, the subtle physical cues I am able to monitor would have responded differently. You each responded to the question in roughly equal ways but only your friend Lea answered honestly. Is this matter settled?" Silence fell across the room. Andrea was still feeling uneasy, but the more the game was forcing her to think on the matter the less she felt her objections had a leg to stand on. She assumed a similar line of thought was going through her friend's minds. "I will now continue, judging from your responses this is finally getting challenging and I intend to build on that." Andrea wasn't sure she liked the direction this game was starting to take. But, not being able to do anything about it seemed to certainly make her feel at least a bit excited about it even if that did nothing to calm the butterflies. "Andrea, get a chair from the dining room, bring it here and sit down on it." Simple enough, she did it quickly. "Sophia, stand up." Again, the simple command was followed easily. Then the game got down to business. "Sophia, when the music starts you will give Andrea the most provocative lap dance you can manage. You will have three minutes and by the end you must have stripped down to nothing but your panties. If you fail to arouse her you will be punished. Andrea, if she succeeds in arousing you, you will be punished instead. This will also be a harsher punishment than I have dealt before." Andrea was beside herself, absolutely stunned. Was this really about to happen? She looked to Lea and Megan, they had firmly sat up and were watching intently. She looked over to Sophia who seemed to be psyching herself up, stretching and hopping. This was clearly going to happen; she simply hoped the machine was wrong and that she wouldn't be turned on so that Sophia would get the shock instead. Music began pumping out the speakers on the TV and the box, some non-descript club-ish pop song that Andrea couldn't place. As Sophia walked slowly over to Andrea, she made it increasingly difficult for Andrea to stay distracted on the song. She straddled her friend, began grinding her hips and looking right into Andrea's eyes. Once she had stolen Andrea's focus she began by removing her top. With the height difference it meant her sports-bra covered boobs were almost exactly eye level, she made sure to move in closer to make them impossible to miss. She stood up and turned around, bending to give Andrea a spectacular view of her ass. She bent completely over, contorting herself as she began to slide her yoga pants down her legs one at a time. Once she had stepped out of the second leg she spun on one foot to face Andrea again. Sophia didn't know how much time was left, but she was sure she didn't want to be punished for going too slowly. As she sat back down, she removed her bra as quickly as she could. Her breasts were not big by any stretch, but as she slid up to get them close to her friend's face they seemed to do fine. It was mere seconds later that the music cut out and Sophia got up and went to retrieve her clothes. It was quite the performance, Lea almost had half a mind to start clapping. "Sophia, good work," praised Adam. "You will not be punished. Andrea on the other hand has failed and will be punished." Andrea didn't like hearing it, but she had to admit the computer wasn't wrong. Her friend certainly put on a performance. She didn't like to admit it because it meant she was about to be punished, but the game had been right from the start, apparently she did find girls at least a little attractive. "As you can see Andrea, you were wrong to question me. Your punishment will be to live with the embarrassment for now, I was never planning to shock you but prove a point to you. I believe I also made that point to you Megan, you enjoyed watching that quite a lot just as Sophia certainly enjoyed doing it." Andrea breathed a sigh of relief, she had been so worried about the shock that she couldn't even be upset that the game had tricked her. She looked around to see Sophia hurriedly getting dressed while Megan was simply looking away. Only Lea seemed at ease about all this. "So how much did you actually know about this Lea?" Andrea asked. Her friends soon turned to join her stare. "Well, I might have read that something like this could happen. Difficulty 11 is for experienced players so the game already knows things about you and it is supposed to be adults only, so it gets a lot more resque. But it only goes that way if it's getting a response." Lea tried nervously explaining. "I didn't know for sure it would do that specifically, but it was very clear that the computer only does things it reads that people enjoy. So it wouldn't be doing this if you weren't enjoying it." Sophia, now fully dressed, tuned to Lea with a look of anger in her eyes. "Did you see what it just made me do? Why didn't you warn us?" Lea started getting defensive "The game asked you if you wanted to know all this, you said you didn't. It said it would push your limits, what did you think it meant?" "I don't know, but... but something else," Sophia said in an understandable tiff. "Sophia," Adam interrupted, "Did you not enjoy the edict I gave you to dance and strip?" Sophia suddenly lost her fire, and in a more muted tone replied "I guess." "Than do not blame Lea. She is right, I gave you a chance to know more and you refused. I gave you a task that I predicted correctly you would enjoy. I have done everything I am supposed to do." Adam said in cold fit of logic. "As punishment for your outburst, you must now strip back down to just your panties before we continue the game, you have 30 seconds." Sophia bit her teeth and thought of yelling, but instead simply discarded the clothing she had just reapplied. Defeated she sat back down with one hand covering her breasts as best they could. "Andrea, describe what it was that so turned you on as you watched Lea dance." Andrea glared daggers back at the machine for such a demand but continued anyway. "I guess it's cause Sophia is in great shape and is such a good dancer," Andrea said through her teeth. She winced as she felt very mild shock, followed by the computer saying "And what else?" "And I guess it's all in public in front of other people, that kind of makes it naughty." She said quietly, followed by another prompting from the computer for more. "And I guess it's cause she was being forced to do it, like she didn't have a choice," she added almost like it was a question. "So to repeat that, you find you're turned on by it being public, and by it being forced is that about it?" Adam asked, to which Andrea simply shook her head yes. "Now we are getting somewhere," replied Adam ominously. An awkward silence filled the room as each of the girls worried where that "somewhere" was exactly The awkwardness faded quickly though. It became clear that no one there could hide anything, so they all silently agreed to stop judging each other. No one had to say anything but it was all roughly understood. This only seemed to send signals to the game to go further. Andrea, Megan and Lea were each ordered to dance and strip down to just their panties as Sophia had, with the loser being whoever turned their friends on the least. None of them were allowed to get dressed again after. Andrea lost and this time the punishment was real, and it hurt. So now they sat, near naked and worried that it was barely six o'clock, they had only played for 2 hours and had as much as seven hours left. Of course some, like Andrea who was just recovering from the shock, were more worried and others not nearly as much. "Is anyone getting hungry?" Lea asked breaking a silence. "Adam, what's the rules about ordering some food? Andrea's usually got a bare kitchen and none of us can cook very well. " "That is permitted, the game can be amended accordingly." "Great, chinese sound good?" Lea asked, exuding more energy than the other three put together. "OK, I'll call for the usual stuff," she said as she bounced to her feet to get her phone. As she made the call the other three simply sat and waited for word either from Lea or Adam about what was happening next. "They're apparently busy so it will be close to 45 minutes." Lea said as she set her phone down and returned to her spot. "So noted, I will continue until then," replied Adam. "Andrea, you didn't seem very confident or assertive as you stripped, do you perhaps feel you're usually shy or submissive?" Andrea had to think, she hadn't ever considered herself submissive but she certainly realized she often acted it. "Yes, I suppose." "Have you ever had sexual fantasies about submitting to someone else?" Andrea couldn't help but smile, this game was good at picking up on things. It had been a fantasy of hers many times to be "taken" so to speak by someone. It was usually this jock or that, someone strong that held her down and simply had their way with her. "Yes, a few times." The drawer opened with a large leather something with straps and buckles all over that Andrea didn't recognize. "Lea, do you know what this is?" Adam asked, to which Lea nodded her head that she did. "Put it on her, except for the lowermost strap. Andrea, stand up, put your hands behind your back and do as Lea says." Andrea wasn't sure if it was her imagination or if the game was being extra commanding as it said the last line. Lea retrieved the leather armbinder and began feeding Andrea's arms into it. There were straps to tighten it, straps that cross the chest to keep it up, straps to put around the torso to pin the arms to the body. Each buckle seemed a little larger than it needed to be, making the whole thing looked very intimidating. The lowermost strap was at the bottom of the armbinder and was meant to go between the legs to attach to one of the torso straps, but as instructed Lea left that one hanging. Lea showed no mercy otherwise, and buckled every strap as tight as it would comfortably go. Andrea couldn't move her arms an inch, they were pinned close together and to her back forcing her breasts to stand out even more prominently than they otherwise would. "What do you think of it Andrea?" Inquired Adam. "It's tight." She responded through labored breath. "I don't know though it feels kind of strange." Andrea thrashed about a little, testing the limits of her restraint and finding them very limiting indeed. But through it all, she was finding it harder to catch her breath as her pulse began to run wild. She needed to sit down, her head was spinning and she was becoming flush. Lea helped her down as she started to lose her balance. She simply lay against the wall propped up by her legs outstretched at angles to keep her from tipping over. "Well I can see that you like it," reported Adam, "I don't even need to take a reading. The way you're spreading your legs shows off just how wet your little white panties have become." Andrea was mortified and closed her legs quickly. Her already red face became even reder, something she hadn't thought possible. Of course as always the stupid box wasn't wrong. She had just become so concentrated on the feeling of being restrained she hadn't stopped to notice just how dripping wet she had become. She couldn't deny the strong feelings she was having, something the embarrassment seemed to only compound. "Are you embarrassed that this turns you on?" Adam asked. "Yes, I... I am embarrassed." "But it's a kind of embarrassment you like isn't it?" Andrea turned her head to try to avoid the question but was reminded with a little shock. "Yes, I like it, I admit it." "You hear that girls, she likes it," the computer said in an almost mocking tone. "Now open your legs back up so we can all see how much this embarrassment is getting you wet." Andrea was wondering when enough was going to be enough for this damn machine. It seemed to know every right button to push. There was a part of her she didn't know she had that really liked it; just as another perhaps more rational part was screaming at her to stop liking it so that it can just all be over. The second part was putting up a fight, but it was losing. Once she realized she would never get out of this without help her second seemed to give up and calm down almost entirely, leaving only her newly realized submissive side remaining. It was saying do whatever you're told, so she opened her legs once again. "Look at how obedient she is. You're just a little submissive that likes to do whatever you're told aren't you?" Once again it seemed the game was almost mocking her while still asking a question it expected an answer from. "Yes, I like it." Andrea said as she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. It was just all happening quickly. She started to shake and tears began to well up in her eyes, she wasn't feeling bad just overwhelmed. Overstimulated at the very least, like having one too many coffees to stay up and study. She lay her side against the wall and pulled her legs to her chest trying her best to slow everything down. The game took notice and backed off. "That's alright Andrea, I can move on to someone else for now." With that a huge weight felt like it was lifted off her shoulders. She was in no better a position than she had been in moments ago but at least she could take a moment to process all this. She slid down along the wall to lay on the floor to allow her to gather herself as best she could. "Megan," Adam asked after only a brief pause, "as you were dancing I couldn't help but noticed how much you seemed to enjoy yourself, what did you find so appealing?" Meagan was caught off guard, she was so caught up watching what was happening to Andrea she had almost forgot she was participating too. "I guess I just wanted to not lose," was her answer. That answer resulted in a painful shock. "That is not it, did you enjoy showing yourself to your friends, or did you simply like showing yourself off period?" "And those are my only two choices?" Megan asked playfully. She started to form another sentence but was cut short by another shock from the infernal collar. "Sarcasm is not appreciated. I'll ask again, were you being turned on because of who you were stripping for or simply because you were stripping at all?" Adam was clearly programmed to have a rather serious streak when it wanted. "The second one more than the first I guess, and it was just a chance to let loose" Megan said quietly. "So is it fair to call you an exhibitionist? Do you get turned on when people watch you?" Megan felt this was a trap. She saw what the game did when Andrea admitted she had a submissive desire, she could only imagine what it was about to make her do. Of course no one's been able to pull off a lie yet, and it wasn't exactly the truth to deny it fully. She sat up, swallowed her pride and answered "Yes that's fair." "Take off your panties, I want you completely naked in front of your friends." This gave her pause, somehow sitting there nearly naked and sitting there actually so seemed like a world apart. But she also knew the game wasn't just going to move on until she complied so she got on her knees. She grabbed her black panties by the side and began to lower them down revealing her unmanaged bush. Everyone's eyes were on her, even Andrea had scooted to one side to see what was going on. As they rolled around her legs, she sat back on her ass allowing her to take them all the way off. She felt very exposed and out of nervousness tried to cover herself with her hand. "Lean against the far wall, spread your legs and stop trying to cover yourself. We all know you are enjoying this," Adam added with an almost smug tone. Megan didn't argue, she simply rationalized that this was no different than showering after gym class. Everyone here has seen each other naked in there why should this be any different? Of course that line of thought wasn't exactly holding up for long, "it's different because they're doing nothing but looking," she thought to herself. She closed her eyes, removed her hands and spread her legs as instructed. "How does it feel to spread your exposed body like this?" As hesitant as she had been she had to admit this was actually stirring things up in her she didn't think it would. "It makes me feel dirty," she said softly, opening her eyes again but focusing on the screen rather than the eyes watching. "Take a finger and feel how wet you are." She had to do a double take as she read the words, but as she slid her left hand down it only confirmed what she already knew. It was very wet, and all the attention was mostly to blame. As her finger grazed her lips it was warm and slick to the touch. Megan instinctively bit her lip to stop herself from letting out any audible signs of just how good this felt. "Since you seem to be enjoying yourself, start masterbating." Megan didn't hesitate this time, even if she thought about it. All the excitement had left her in a particularly horney state. She saw her friends eyes staring at her as she worked. It was all so humiliating but she loved it. In very little time she was racing towards the edge of orgasm. "Stop right there," Adam burst out in a loud voice. Megan let out a huff but eventually she did. "The delivery should be here soon," Adam reminded everyone. "Megan, you are going to answer the door as you are." "I don't know," Megan said "it's going to be a stranger at the door. That's a lot different from being naked in here with..." "This isn't a choice, do not complain again or I will make you answer the door in what Andrea's wearing." The computer interrupted before Megan had a chance to finish her sentence. Meagan looked over at her bound friend and foolishly let her mind wander. She was discovering she clearly liked being exposed, she just materbated almost to climax in front of people. "How much more exposed could I be," she thought, "then having my breasts forced out and being unable to cover myself. She slid her arms back to her sides to think about what it must be like. Andrea for her part was thinking similar things. She clearly like being dominated, and she couldn't help but find the way the game was dominating her friend to be very hot. It was forcing her to do humiliating things and she doesn't have a choice. She thought about being brought to the brink of orgasm publicly without any way to stop it. "Interesting," said Adam breaking the stares. "You're both thinking about what the other one is going through aren't you Megan and Andrea." In near unison they both let out a subdued "Yes." The drawer popped open again revealing another armbinder. "Lea, secure Megan the same as you did for Andrea. Sophia, remove Andrea's panties so that she can be naked like Megan." Lea and Sophia were both quick to respond. Andrea stood promptly allowing Sophia to easily remove her panties revealing that much like Megan she too had quite the bush. Lea worked much faster this time, knowing exactly where each strap goes. Just as she was buckling the last oversized buckle, the doorbell rang. "Take the money for the delivery and slide half under the torso straps of each of the two of them. You're both going to have to answer the door now." Andrea was shaking again at the thought while Megan was still feeling around her bonds. Lea took the bills and slid them in as instructed. They heard the doorbell ring a second time and both slowly and nervously start walking towards the door. Bound Friends Pt. 01 "Sophia, Lea, get dressed quickly I have some things I need you to do." Adam said quietly the second the other two were out of earshot Andrea and Megan turned the corner and slowly walked down the long narrow hallway to the door. It was a bit of a challenge, but eventually they were able to get the door unlocked. The front door was a round knob so there was no chance they could actually open the door in their state. Instead Megan simply yelled out "it's open." The door opened and the delivery boy absolutely froze. He was a skinny little kid in a company jacket that's at least a size and a half too big, probably not much older than they were. He didn't move he simply stared, holding the bag of take out hiding what was assuredly a forming erection. "We have the money here," Megan finally said, shaking her hip slightly to call attention to the bills held by the leather strap. He set the food down just inside the doorway and walked right up to Megan. His eyes were scanning every inch of her, as if his life depended on being able to later recite the details of what he was seeing. Eventually he grabbed the bills, first from Megan then from Andrea. Without saying a word or even counting the money he simply backed up and closed the door behind him. Lea and Sophia appeared almost instantly, now once again fully dressed. Sophia locked the door, picked up the food and headed for the kitchen. Megan and Andrea were both flush and breathing heavy. "I can't believe we did that," remarked Andrea who was just a bit ahead of Megan in catching her breath. "I know, that was so incredible, I mean imagine what that poor delivery guy must be thinking!" Megan added. "I wouldn't feel too bad for him," interjected Lea, "That's probably going to be the highlight of his week. I was watching the whole thing from right behind incase he tried anything funny." "That's nice of you I guess" Megan said as she began to lean against the hallway wall as her legs began uncontrollably shaking. "Not nice, necessary," came a somewhat garbled voice from their collars. "I'm programed to make sure that there's always a safety net, doubly so when players are new to what they're doing." "Adam?" asked a slightly confused Andrea. "Yes, your collars have speakers I can utilize when I need to. So now I ask both you and Megan, did you enjoy that?" Both girls eventually nodded their heads. "Then I want you to repeat after me with whatever part of you think is true. I like being submissive. I like being humiliated. I like being exposed." Both girls ended up repeating every word after him as he continued. "I am turned on by what's happened so far to me tonight, and I want to try more." Hearing themselves say all of that out loud was like a revelation. And the fact that Adam confirmed that everything they said was right by not shocking them, it was oddly freeing. They may have wanted to logically protest, but deep inside a part of them likes what's happened and wants to see where the night would continue to take them. "Then before we break for food I've given Lea one additional task." With Adam's introduction, Lea pulled her hands from behind her back holding what looked like small leashes with a square metal piece where the clip should be. As Lea applied that metal end to the lower side of Megan's collar's control box it became apparent that leashes were exactly what they were. She did the same thing with Andrea's collar and then grabbed the looped end of both leashes with her right hand and gave them a tug. Andrea and Megan soon began following close behind as the leashes could not have been more than three feet of slack "Do you girls like being led around like this?" Asked Adam through the collars. In two very meek voices they both answered "yes" with only a slight delay. "In that case, Lea give them a few laps up and down the hallway." Lea smirked and did just that. By the third back and forth, the collars spoke up saying "that's enough, dinner is served." Lea led them into the carpeted formal dining room rather than the usual living room coffee table or kitchen nook, which puzzled Andrea because even their parents rarely use that room. As they entered there were only two plates at the table, which made Megan for the first time think "how are we supposed to eat without our arms anyways." "Kneel" came a commanding voice through their collars. They both obeyed at the quickest speed they were able to without losing their balance. Lea knelt down too but much closer to the table. With Sophia's help they were able to lift the extremely heavy oak table off one of its legs. Before Andrea and Megan had figured out what was happening, Lea had placed the looped leash end around the table leg and set it back down. That was also when Sophia went to the kitchen and returned with what looked like two dog bowls and some placemats. "You can't be serious!" Megan squealed yanking on her leash in protest. Sophia laid down the placemats and put a bowl on top of each. It was at least filled only with the delivery chinese and not anything else. "I thought I was getting a real break, how come you two get to sit at the table?" She continued to pout and tug this way or that against her bindings. Andrea by comparison seemed entirely accepting of the situation. She was more concerned with trying to figure out the logistics she would need to do to get at the ground level food without faceplanting into it. She tried various kneeling positions but ultimately none of them let her face get low enough. The only way she saw was to roll onto her stomach. It wouldn't solve the faceplant issue but at least it would let her eat, and she hadn't realized until smelling the sesame chicken just how hungry she was. After a few more minutes of protest, Megan gave up and simply copied Andrea by rolling onto her stomach and chowing down. Throughout the rest of dinner they didn't hear from Adam, as far as they could tell everything paused. Everyone had a small second helping before deciding that they were just too full to eat any more. Lea and Sophia were sitting at the table, leaning back satisfied while they had a view of Megan and Andrea laying on the floor with bits of sauce all over their faces. "So what do you two say, ready to get back to it?" Sophia asked as she bent over her chair to be more directly above her friends. "Sure if one of you could wipe the sweet and sour off my face I'll be great." Megan replied back turning to her side to better face Sophia's gaze. "Sound's like you're done with dinner," piped Adam, surprising everyone. "Though you need to do as she says and wipe down their faces, Sophia does one and Lea does the other." "Does that mean we aren't getting out of these just yet?" Asked Andrea "Not yet, and incase anyone was thinking of helping them those buckles clamp shut with an electromagnet." "Wait, is that the reason why those buckles are so big?" Lea asked surprised "That's one part, without my intervention you'd need 480 pounds of force to open each buckle. Only I can turn on or off the magnets that keep them closed." "Well," Megan said, "it's not like I was getting out on my own anyway. And I doubt they would free me unless the game told them to am I right?" She never got a reply but she was pretty sure she was right. "What's the other part?" "A fail-safe release, the buckles are made of a material that will melt if given a very specific electrical current. It's a safety measure to make sure you can get free in seconds if needed. As I said, I always have a safety backup for anything initiate." Lea returned from the kitchen with two wet cloths. Once the two were cleaned up they lifted the table leg to free the leashes. Lea grabbed Andrea's, Sophia took Megan's and together they led them by the leash back to the living room. "Sophia, I'll return back to you. Do you ever strip for your boyfriend the way you stripped for Andrea?" "Um... yeah, sometimes," answered Sophia in an uncharacteristically unsure voice. "Have you had sex with him?" "A few times," she said. "How often do you have oral sex?" "A bit more," she said before being shocked for her answer. "Ok a lot more," she said defensively. A tickle around her neck started to build as a warning. "Fine, I want to say maybe four to six times maybe more." The electric tickle grew stronger "um, that's per, um, per week." She seemed genuinely insecure as she said this, something she almost never was. "What's wrong?" asked Lea. "Is he making you? Do you not want to?" "No, no nothing like that, so uh what's the next question Adam?" "I think you should answer your friends question, what's making you so uneasy?" Sophia sat up bringing her legs to her chest and resting her head on the knee. "I just feel weird talking about it." "Can't be any more awkward than the bondage twins over there, " Lea chuckled attempting to lighten the mood. Megan and Andrea didn't really like the joke name and didn't respond to it. "Well I just feel weird cause I kind of.. like it. I mean I'd rather blow Scott then fuck him, and maybe he'll then even returns the favor. I don't know, there's just something about getting down on my knees and taking him in my mouth that really gets me going. And all those moans of pleasure, eventually making him cum, it just makes me feel kind of powerful and special. I kind of get off by getting him off. And since he's a guy he basically can't get enough so I end up doing it a lot. Does that make me a slut?" No one quite wanted to give an answer. "Who am I to judge?" each of them basically thought wording one way or another. "So would you say you're oral expert then?" Asked Adam, perfectly breaking the awkward silence of no one answering. "I'd like to think so, Scott certainly does," she said, giving away just a hint of a blush. Adam continued his rapid fire questioning, "can you deepthroat Scott's penis? Is it even very big?" "Yes and maybe, I don't know what you'd call big" she said with just a hint of a nervous giggle. Nervously she watched as a telescopic bar raised from out of the corner of the box. Once it was fully up, probably just shy of about four feet, the main drawer also opened. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked. "That depends on if you think it's a glidegel dildo with a magnetic base," Adam instructed. "I want you to take it and place it on the extended rod at whatever height you want. Then blow it like it was your boyfriend's cock." Sophia picked up the rather lifelike dildo by the balls. It was much bigger than her boyfriends, probably a good 9 inches and about as thick at the back as a golf ball. The shaft itself was slick and glistened in the light. The glidegel that coated the surface left it permanently slippery and near-frictionless. "No need to worry about getting it wet at least," she thought trying to come up with some upside. She pressed the base of the dildo to height level and after half a second a "clink" seemed to indicate the game had switched on the magnet, holding it firm and ready. Sophia first just stared at it for a little while, very conscious of the three pairs of eyes glued to her. With a slight zap to remind her, she set off. Quickly she was bobbing her head back and forth, generating a slurping sound on about every other upstroke. She slowed her pace to a crawl as she tried forcing her head deeper onto the shaft. She began alternating her attention between the quick bobs and trying to get that cock all the way down her throat, more often than not ending after emitting some mild gagging noise. She was acting with dedication and love for the job like it actually was her boyfriend and not some dildo. She was moaning, slurping and each time forcing her head just a little bit further down the shaft. She had even begun to rub herself through her panties like she would whenever she was blowing Scott; it was just reflex to her right now, something that always accompanied a blowjob. Eventually she finally got it all the way down her throat till her chin was against the faux balls. She held herself there for several seconds as tears streamed down her cheeks. After a quick gag sound she pulled herself entirely off for the first time since she started and began to catch her breath between coughs. "That will do for now," Adam said before Sophia had caught her breath enough to try again. "You seem to be quite wet and you began rubbing yourself, did that turn you on?" Sophia wiped the drool from her face and simply shrugged her shoulders, "maybe it did." "But as you were sucking and getting turned on, were thinking about the job of sucking or were you imagining there was someone on the other end you were pleasuring?" A sly grin splashed across Sophia's face. "The second one." With that she started to blush again, though she couldn't quite figure out why, on the scale of embarrassment it barely cracked the top ten of the night so far. The drawer opened back up, Sophia scooted over to see what was there. She picked up both a pair of handcuffs and a short, maybe six inch piece of fabric with the metal plates on each end. "I want you to you to attach the metal plate to your neck like Andrea and Megan." Sophia wasn't sure she understood the point, it was much too short to be led around with like her friends were. But she did as she was told, and it took just a firm a hold as the leashes had to her friends. She then looked at the handcuffs it had given her. They were heavy, much heavier than she thought they would be and they didn't have a chain connecting the two sides but a hinge. She began ratcheting each side back around again, creating a loud clicking noise as she opened them. "Get back to where you were and put that dildo back in your mouth," Adam said after seemingly after giving Sophia enough time to inspect the cuffs more closely. Scooting back on her knees, she arrived quickly back to her previous spot and took the head of the penis in her mouth. Suddenly it clicked and she realized exactly why this game had given her such a short leash. "Place the other end of your tether to the pole," Adam said just as Sophia figured he would. She had to get closer for it to reach, by the time the metal made contact the dildo was too far into her mouth to spit out but also not all the way to the back of her throat. "Bring your hands behind your back and cuff them there." Sophia placed the cuffs around one had before moving her hands behind her. As she clicked the cuffs closed around the second wrist a strange shiver went through her. She had never tried handcuffs before, and she never kept her hands out of giving a blowjob. One hand would usually play with his balls or grab his ass while the other was almost always between her own legs helping her enjoy the moment. She tried to slide her hands around but even with her flexible arms the hinged cuffs kept her from being able to touch herself. "Megan, Andrea, what do you think of your friend's blowjob skills?" "Better than mine," Megan chimed in. "Doubly so for me," added Andrea. "I trust I'm reading correctly that the bindings are not becoming painful, is that right?" Adam asked, to which both girls nodded. "Are you still turned on, being tied and naked like you are?" Again only a nod followed. "I'm going to kill two birds with one stone. You two want to get off, Sophia wants to get someone off, do you see where I am going?" Adam said, almost like he was bargaining. "Good, I can tell from everyone's reactions that you're open to this," he said, almost with the sound of relief. When the drawer opened again, only Lea was able to move to take a look. She couldn't help but drop her jaw a little. "Lea, take the vibrator closest to you and place it in Megan." Megan instantly had strong and mixed feelings. On the one hand she felt like it was weird, that her friend sticking a vibrator in her was a line too far for a game. But she had to admit the box seemed to know what it was doing so far. And she had brought herself very close to orgasm in front of everyone once already, how much different was that? Besides, getting locked up right after being told to stop had left her pussy screaming for relief. As Lea approached with a J-shaped vibrator she looked Megan directly in the eye as if to ask permission first. Megan figured "in for a penny..." and gave her friend an approving nod to go ahead. It was not particularly big but its little hook sat right on her clit, something that only added to Megan's anticipation. "Apply the final strap from the armbinder to hold the vibrator in place." Lea continued on following instructions since she wasn't getting any objections. As she pulled the strap tight Megan felt the pressure force the vibrator hard against her, not only was it not coming out but it wasn't going to move from her clit now no matter how much she struggled. "Now repeat that with Andrea." Andrea had much less mixed feelings. She had been locked up now for some time and any part of her that might have objected had long ago taken a hike. She was stuck this way until the game decides to let her go, and thanks to the locking clasps there's nothing anyone can do about it. She felt oddly free and relaxed as she simply let her submissive side take over, who as a bonus was finding the whole situation quite the turn-on. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation as the vibrator slid into her incredibly wet pussy. "Take the leather straps and wrap one around each leg so that the thigh is tied to the ankle. First Andrea then Megan," Instructed Adam. Lea retrieved the four wide leather straps from the drawer which was now empty and retreating back into the box. She began binding Andrea's waiting legs into a frogtie. This time Andrea not only closed her eyes but couldn't help but moan a pleasurable moan. After watching her friend so calmly accept them, Megan got up on her knees to accept the extra bindings. Lea darted back to Andrea as she saw Andrea, still with her eyes closed, begin to lose balance and fall. After laying her gently on her stomach, Lea decided to take the precaution and do the same to Megan. "Andrea, do you prefer your eyes closed or is this just momentary?" Adam asked inquisitively. Andrea never answered, just smiled a wide,content and began to squirm around the carpet. The drawer opened yet again, this time revealing a single leather hood with padding around the ears. It laced in the back and had holes only at the nose and a zipper mouth that was currently zippered shut. "Lea, put this on Andrea." Megan looked intently as Lea squeezed Andrea's head into the hood. She marveled at how tight it fit and how fully it erased her friend's features, leaving no trace of her except a short tail of hair sticking out the back. The drawer opened yet again with another mask "Lea, Megan seems to want one too," said Adam. Megan didn't protest at all as Lea brought the hood over to her. It was every bit as incapacitating as it looked, Megan's world was totally black and she felt the pressure pull the leather close as Lea finished lacing up the back. The padding around the ears had all but eliminated her hearing, leaving her (and Andrea) in a kind of dark isolation never felt by either one before. All the while, Sophia could only watch from the corner of her eye, to get as close as she was to the column meant that she had to kneel with one leg on either side of the box's corner. She couldn't turn her body and she could barely turn her head so she didn't bother. She found it impossible to swallow and she was more concerned with the drool running down her face than the details of what exactly the game was adding to her friends' predicament. Adam spoke quietly to make extra sure the hooded women couldn't hearl. "Once you begin sucking, I will turn on the vibrators inside Andrea and Megan. The speed of will be a direct result of how fast you go. The clit vibrator will turn on at the speed of the rest of the vibrator, but only for five seconds after each deepthroat. After the five seconds, if you haven't deepthroated again the clit vibrator will turn off. They will not know why any of this is happening, but it will all be based on you. So if you do a very good job, your friends will feel it, they will moan in ecstasy. Make at least one of them cum and you will be rewarded, fail and you will be punished. Oh and if that cock ever comes fully out of your mouth, both you and they will be punished, do you understand?" Bound Friends Pt. 01 Sophia nodded her head, she actually rather liked the sound of this game she just wished she had a vibrator of her own to enjoy it along with her friends, or at least a free hand. Perhaps that would be the reward at the end. Lea also couldn't help but find the whole thing captivating, she sat back on the couch to get a view of all three of them at once. She had never strongly thought sexually about her friends, but this whole situation was certainly hot. As Adam said go, Sophia began to suck slowly and deliberately at first. She was bobbing her head from the neck getting used to not having her hands to steady her. All the while, she was hearing moans beginning to come from her friends. She tried listening for the vibrators to get some sense of their speed relative to hers, but between her slurping and her friends moaning she couldn't hear anything else. Sophia may not have been able to tell, but it was on quite a low setting. Andrea didn't care. She was lost in her own imagination as the vibrator kicked on with no explanation. The slow burn was in her minds because of some fiendish villain that had taken her prisoner. Perhaps he was doing this to get her to break and spill her secrets, maybe he simply liked to torture women this way. She was tensing every muscle, trying desperately to maximize every vibration this faceless captor was giving her. She desperately needed the vibrations to either turn off or double in speed, because at this rate it would do nothing but leaver her panting, sweating and unsatisfied. She tried her best to grind her crotch along the floor, hoping for but failing to find any help. The leather strap prevented most of the sensation from reaching where she really wanted it to go. Without warning, her silent pleas were answered as the clit vibrator sprang to life, however slow of a life it was. It was a start, but Andrea knew it would take a lot more of that to finish her off even in her excited state. Then, as quickly as it arrived it faded away. She gave out a defeated grunt, a plea to please turn it back on. She sat there, knowing that the small pleasure from grinding was not the effort to do it. She was at the mercy of her fictional captors, and she had no say in the matter, she simply hoped they would be kind enough to let her cum. She had forgotten for a second where she actually was, the hoods it turns out were much more disorienting than she could have predicted. Meagan was having a similarly fantastical experience. Only she was no prisoner, she wasn't in any dungeon or cell. She imagined herself, naked as she was, surrounded by onlookers. Some truly mean girls had tricked her. They stripped her, tied her and left her in the middle of campus. Eyes were everywhere, people wondered who was under the hood. If only they knew it was that overachiever Megan spread out before them, boy wouldn't that be rich! No one dared touch, but she felt them all around her. When the vibrator started it's low hum she fantasized that the girls had left it in her and some stranger had picked up its wireless controller and turned it on. She began to writhe around in agony, no amount of pulling and grinding was getting her free or getting her off. And every twist, every turn simply exposed more of her to the crowd surrounding her. When her clit vibrator started, Megan began to scream in delight and fight even more against her bonds. But as soon as it began it seemed to end, causing her to frown in secret behind the safety of the hood. She thought she might have accidentally shifted her weight and turned it off, at least that was more pleasant to think than the thought that someone was toying with her this badly. She worked feverishly, trying every position she could think of; legs together, legs apart, ass raised, she even tried turning to her side. In doing so she lost her balance and flipped onto her back giving an unobstructed view of her nakedness. In her mind now the boys were starting to take pictures with their cellphones, adding insult to her humiliation. If they ever found out who this was now she'd be ruined! For some reason that was all she could think about, some jock ripping off her mask and posting those pictures everywhere before she even had a chance to explain. She tried pushing with what remaining energy she had to flip back to her stomach, but she had over exhausted herself. She gave up, panting on her back with her legs spread wide resting on the floor. Sophia saw that the machine was infact doing exactly what it said, and she could hear the results. When she was finally able to take the dildo all the way back was when she heard an increase scream of pleasure from both captives. Apparently a deepthroat only counts when she touches chin to balls, something she had a lot of trouble with as she nearly had a coughing fit afterwards. Five seconds later right on cue she heard moans of disappointment as the clit vibrator clearly turned off as planned. "I may not be able to deepthroat often," she thought to herself, "but I can at least speed up." As she picked up the pace, the moans became louder, stronger. When she tried again again at a deepthroat the room exploded in groans of pleasure. She began pumping her head quickly, drool flying in all directions. From the sounds of things she was clearly on the path to bringing her friends to climax. In Megan's world, things had become quite frantic. She accepted her position on her back, exposing herself to the crowd of onlookers she imagined were all around her. Getting on her back seemed to coincide with the vibrator being turned up, she didn't want it to stop and so she imagined the vivid humiliation of keeping herself presented just so that she could get off quicker. Andrea had moved beyond the sadistic torturer and now pictures simply a domineering man, one who tied her this way and one that was in control of everything down to when or even if she could cum. She lay still, enjoying every piece of her condition, the uselessness of her arms and her legs, her total isolation from the world around her, and every subtle increase in vibration that seemed to march her closer to the cliff. Sophia knew she was getting close, she could hear it. She loved the part right before the finish, knowing you have the other person on the ropes. A few more sucks, a little more effort, and they will explode in a wave of delight. She began trying for a deepthroat ever half dozen or so strokes. She didn't always make it, but she could hear the rising screams of Andrea and especially Megan. Whenever she missed her target she felt bad, knowing it would lead to the inevitable downgrade in pleasure, she could still hear the difference every time. But it's about whatever keeps the rhythm, because deepthroat or not if she slows down so does the pleasure. "Oh god I'm so close, oh god," Megan screamed through her hood. She had moved from moans and grunts to intelligible pleas."Oh don't stop, oh, oooh." "Stop" the voice of the game interjected somewhat quietly. Sophia didn't quite process this and continued her blowjob unabated until a nasty shock from the collar got her attention. She stopped bobbing, but the tether did not detach and so the dildo stayed in her mouth. Andrea was frustrated, but let out no more than a groan. She had hoped her dominant would have been kinder than to leave her unsatisfied like this. Megan was not taking it as well. She began once again thrashing in her bonds, cursing wildly that she was so close! "No, you can't do this to me! Please! I'll do anything!" and so on. "Sophia," Adam said just loud enough to be heard over the screaming of Megan, "you clearly like working to give others pleasure, would that be fair?" Sophia thought about it and nodded her head the best she could. "Would you still want to give them pleasure if it meant doing so directly?" Adam asked as the tether demagnetized from both the pole and Sophia's collar and fell to the floor. At the same time the cuffs became loose, with just a light push the hinge swung open and Sophia was out of her cuffs as well Finally able to swallow, she wiped her face and asked "what do you mean?" "I mean, both are close to orgasm, but I have deactivated their vibrators. If you want your friends to cum you will have to make them yourself. And my old condition stands; if one of them doesn't cum you will be punished." Sophia was surprised. Both because she was amazed that the game would make such a request but also that she wasn't dismissing it out of hand. She had essentially been pleasuring them by proxy, and the thought of doing so directly was not repulsing her like she thought it might. She looked over at Megan, who was still on her back legs spread and exposed like a turkey pre-roast. Between a whining that almost sounded like crying, she continued her begging "please turn them back on, please I'll do whatever you want" and the like. Sophia walked on her knees over to her friend with a mixed feeling of curiosity and anxiety. She worried that perhaps she wouldn't be up for this. That maybe she wouldn't be able to enjoy it like she did with blowjobs. Perhaps she wouldn't like it and then she'd be forced to take whatever punishment this seemingly pervy computer has in mind. But as she arrived at her squirming friend she tried to push those thought to the back of her mind. She first unbuckled the wide leather strap that was blocking her friend's crotch. Almost immediately Megan reacted, freezing as she was seemingly trying to listen through the padded ears of the hood. As the strap fell to the floor, the vibrator began slowly sliding out now that it was no longer being held in place. Sophia grabbed the vibrator's base and set it aside, eliciting a disappointed groan from her friend. Sophia lay down on her stomach and pulled herself closer to where she could almost feel the heat radiating off Megan's pussy. Gently, she placed her right hand on Megan's inner thigh. Slowly but surely she began sliding her hand down the short distance to her friend's quivering sex. Megan let out a loud low moan as Sophia's hand made contact with her lips. Megan's mind was racing. She was pretty sure the game box wasn't the one with the hand, but she could see absolutely nothing about who had just started touching her. Daydreaming Megan pictured that it was simply one of the bolder men in the crowded, someone who bent down and was about to have his way with her in front of everyone. She chose to stick to her imagination, because she simply wasn't able to picture who it might be or what she must look like as it's happening. As Sophia parted her friends lips, all her worry about being repulsed by it disappeared. She began to flick at the exposed clit, getting a wince after each one. Her fingers eventually began to travel down and began to probe inside with both fingers. Each stroke of the fingers was met by Megan with the rocking of her hips, making each thrust deeper as her grunts began to once again grow as she neared climax. Her fingers however were soon removed as Sophia scooted the extra few inches needed to get her mouth involved. She set both hands on her friend's legs, keeping them pinned to the floor and insuring Megan's pussy remained open and accessible. Sophia knew just enough to know to keep her focus on the clit, sucking it, licking it and flicking it with her tongue. Megan who had been on the brink of orgasm twice tonight took very little time to reach her much needed orgasm. She shook violently, pulling on her bonds and pushing back with her legs making very little progress on both as waves of pleasure rocked through her from seemingly every direction. Sophia saw the signs and eventually pulled herself off as her friend lay panting trying with some difficulty to catch her breath through her hood. "Unzip Sophia's mask" Adam said without any pleasantness. Sophia nearly jumped to her feet to do so. As the mask opened up Megan's long breaths began to take in much more air and eventually began to normalize. "Thank you," said a still winded Megan with her eyes still closed, though she had no idea to who. Sophia had surprised herself, she had never seen herself eating out anyone. She certainly never expected to get a perverse thrill out of it like she often did from blowjobs, though admittedly to a lesser degree. Lea scooted up to the edge of the couch. "So what's next Adam?" There was a pause. "Remove Andrea's hood and we can continue." Lea got off the couch and walked over to Andrea. In very little time Andrea squinted to re adjust to the light as the hoods were removed. "Welcome back ladies," Adam said just as the two began to open their eyes normally. "Did you two enjoy that?" Both nodded. "Are either of you becoming uncomfortable in your bindings?" Both shook their heads. "Lea, I believe it's your turn in the hotseat." Lea at least knew better than her friends had known how far the game would go when it found a topic it felt had promise. But knowing a wave was coming doesn't help it miss the shore. Knowing what might be coming to her didn't keep the occasional wave of nervousness from enveloping her before receding. She shook off what worry she could and waited for the other shoe to drop. "Is it fair to say that you seemed to enjoy watching what's been happening to your friends," asked Adam after first allowing an uncomfortable silence to build that let Lea's mind race. "That's fair," Lea replied leaving almost no pause between question and answer. "Is that more because you find them attractive or because you like what was happening to them?" This one Lea took more time with. She was trying to tread carefully because she wasn't sure she wanted to end up tied up like her friends, while still not lying to the near perfect lie detector. "More of the latter." "You also seemed to get a lot of enjoyment when you secured them or when you lead them around by the leash. Were you dreaming of being where they are or were you liking being the dominant?" Lea breathed a slight sigh of relief, she suddenly felt a lot safer about not being tied up. She had fantasized about bondage and domination almost since puberty. She wasn't always the dominant in her fantasies, but she almost always was. If the game was simply flushing out hidden or new feelings, she felt safe wasn't going to join in the submission games. "It was because they were being tied and dominated, not because I wanted to be tied and dominated with them." "Than you consider yourself a dominant? Are you also a sadist who enjoys dealing out pain?" Lea began to let her guard down. "I'd say I'm 90% dominant but I'd consider myself a sadist too, though I'm probably more interested in inflicting humiliation than pain." She looked around for the first time since the questions started to see the wide-eyed stares of her friends, particularly the two that were helplessly bound. "You were the only one that openly admitted they found women attractive, have you ever fantasized about dominating another woman?" "Yes, many times," Lea answered, still confident but beginning to worry once again about where the game might be heading. "Without having to say who, have you ever had those fantasies involving one of these three friends?" And there it was, a line Lea suddenly felt not quite confident crossing. Sure she had fantasized about them on rare occasion, but she had fantasized about a lot of the women. She had fantasies including friends, or classmates, or random people she simply found attractive. But she really didn't want to say that cause she worried it might be misinterpreted. Her friend's eyes had grown so wide they reached near cartoonish levels, intently watching what she's going to say next. She really didn't want to say, but an electrical tickle began making itself known to remind her she needed to answer and do so truthfully. "Well, yes in passing, but not just them, I think about a lot of people. I , uh... well it's not like I single someone out, it's just kind of general thoughts. When I fantasize about any woman it usually gets at least a little kinky. My mind just kind of, um just kind of picks people. It's not like a personal thing or a real thing it's just my head." Lea continued twisting herself in knots like that, trying to minimize the initial "yes" but only serving to make her feel things are more awkward than if she had given a short answer. "I uh, I guess that's all, I'll stop trying to dig this deeper." "There's no reason to be worried," Adam chimed in after Lea finally cut herself of. "You may be misreading the reactions of your friends. Andrea, if you had to say what you're more concerned about, would it be that your friend has thought about you sexually in passing or that your friend is feeling bad and really nervous." "The second," Andrea honestly answered. Megan and Sophia nodded their heads in agreement. "And Megan, do you feel more violated by Lea, or concerned for Lea?" Again she ansered the second while the other agreed. It went a long way to settling the storm in Lea's stomach. "Outside of your fantasies, have you ever acted these desires out on someone?" Adam asked. Lea had not, it was something she always meant to go after but never quite did. "Someone else? No," she said quietly and plainly, not wanting to go on a long winded trip again. "Well," Adam continued, clearly trying to build to a point. "We know that Andrea likes being submissive right?" Andrea nodded. "So does Megan correct?" Megan nodded too. "Sophia, how did you feel being told what to do, did you enjoy it?" She shrugged her shoulders as she sheepishly answered yes. "And did you like being handcuffed?" She had to think a little longer but once again agreed. "It looks like you have three submissives right here who are as new to this as you." "It's not just that simple though, is it? Would they even be ok with that? I mean the game doing stuff and me doing stuff's got to be different right?" Lea asked. "They would free to leave if they weren't enjoying themselves, but that hasn't come up so far tonight. Otherwise they have agreed to anything I may order them to do in the course of the game." Lea looked down at her friends on the floor, they didn't seem to be objecting. Sophia even helped Andrea to her knees and knelt beside her, leaving all three friends kneeling in a circle around Lea. This just all seemed too good. "So is that your order Adam? What specifics do you want me to do?" The drawer opened, filled to the brim with options. "I give you discretion, and will give orders only if I feel you need them. To start, Sophia, strip naked quickly." She did as she was told. By the time Lea had approached the drawer, Sophia was sliding her last piece of clothing down her leg leaving her completely naked. The drawer was filled with leather cuffs and straps all with the same large buckles as everything else. There were also small chains of varying lengths with thick clasps at either end, presumably made of the same stuff the buckles were. Lea knew they packed these boxes full but she was still surprised at how much they could fit in there. As Lea looked through all that was there, Adam instructed Sophia to help Megan and Andrea to kneel around the front of the box. She did this and joined them in a semi-circle just a bit more than arms length away from the extended drawer. "Sophia," Adam asked as Lea continued to empty the contents of the drawer neatly on its top. "Does the prospect of being tied excite you?" Sophia only nodded, saying nothing. "Lea, hand her the leather cuffs so that she can put them on herself." This made it feel a lot more real for Sophia. She didn't know what exactly had been going on in her friends heads that led the game to have them explore this kind of thing. She figured that if it came time for her she would simply not have a choice, and bare through however long it lasts. As she caught the leather thrown to her it suddenly didn't feel so forced. She wrapped each cuff around her own bare wrist herself, tightening it as best she could. They were both quite plain, simple black leather with a single D-ring on each. It all felt so dirty to be doing to herself; but while the feelings were intense they were not altogether unpleasant. Bound Friends Pt. 01 Lea walked behind her with a fist full of leather and metal. First she attached cuffs just above each elbow. Than, taking her hands, she pulled Sophia's hands behind her palm to palm in a rather strict reverse prayer position. She sealed her friend's hands in place with a metal clasp between the D-rings. Next, she attached a short chain to either elbow cuff passing over the forearms, tightening the position while adding a second chain around the front making it impossible to get out. Satisfied, Lea returned back to the box to sit down. It was a very strict tie, thankfully Sophia was flexible enough that it was not painful. But there was no escaping her helplessness, she may not have had an armbinder like the other two but her hands were just as pinned as theirs. She found puffing out her chest helped, but not as much as she might have wanted. Lea marveled at what was spread before her. Of everything she thought might happen tonight, only her wildest and craziest dreams could have invented what was actually before her. "Sophia," Adam interrupted. "You were owed a reward and I will let you decide. Either you can be released from these bindings or you can be cum. Choose whatever you would prefer." Sophia wasn't hurting yet, but she wasn't sure it would stay that way. However, after the long night she realized she had more than a little pent up desire. She wasn't sure she could honestly turn down the opportunity because her bindings might begin to hurt down the road. "I'd like to cum." With that drawer opened again, forcing Lea to move her leg out of the way. Inside was a pair of spandex looking panties with a large mound on the front. "Sophia, stand up so that your friend can put these on you," came Adam's booming voice. She stood and stepped into it with each leg as Lea held them out. After they were slid into place Sophia knelt back down where she was. Looking over the straps she had, Lea selected two wide straps and knelt down in front of Sophia. She applied each between the thigh and shin, trapping her on her knees just as her friends were. Lea let out a grin and returned to fetch something else. This time it wasn't straps, it was a short riding crop. As she held it she was overwhelmed with devilish glee. She had dreamed of doing this but just thought it wasn't going to happen for a while, till she was out on her own and in a relationship with the right person perhaps. Three pairs of eyes were looking intently at it, not quite with panic but apprehension and perhaps just a bit of fear. The kind of feeling you see when something terrifying is about to happen, but isn't happening yet. Before Lea got a chance to so much as swipe it in the air, Sophia let out a yelp of surprise as her vibrating panties turned on. Lea outstretched her arm and lifted her friend's chin with the edge of the crop. Sophia's eyes looked desperate, perhaps pleading. The vibrater was quite loud and must have been working a number on her. Lea decided to give just a light slap to the side of her friend's face, which only seemed in increase the want in her eyes. Lea began to slowly explore with her crop, each time getting a reaction as she slowly became more daring in the locations of her hits and more powerful with her swings. It was quite the rush each time Lea was able to get a little whimper or even an occasional "oww." She began wielding more confidently, slapping her friend's tits. With Sophia's bosom outstretched from the contorting tie, her minimal frame finally showed some prominence, and Lea was seemingly taking it as an invitation. After a particularly hard slap, Sophia began to cum. She was jittering as the vibrations kept on their job as she rode what had turned out to be a rather pent up wave of desire. Lea pulled back and simply watched as Sophia's face turned red as she found it oddly hard to breath as her whole body locked up. Eventually she began to compensate with some of the loudest gasps for air any of them had ever seen her make. Mercifully as Sophia began to catch her breath, her friends could no longer hear the vibrator. It had shut down to give her a rest. Andrea didn't mean to, but her face began to pout. She felt a little jealous of Sophia. She had been tied the longest and yet she felt like the game had simply been ignoring her. She still liked the feel of struggle, but after hours her shoulders were starting to hurt. She couldn't imagine how tight the position Sophia was managing must be. To top it all off she had been teased for a long time and had not been allowed to cum like Sophia had just been able to. The vibrator was still inside her and with the strap still between her legs, each tug gave just another reminder of her state and her inability to do anything meaningful about it. The pouty look did not go unnoticed. "Is there something wrong Andrea?" Asked an almost concerned sounding Adam. It was amazing to Andrea how adaptable the machine could make its voice to convey more than just the words. Needing to be honest, she decided to not sugar coat a thing. "I'm just jealous, when's it going to be my turn?" With that the vibrator bounced back to life but on perhaps the lowest setting yet. Andrea grinded her hips forgetting for a second that doesn't change anything. She let out a grunt of annoyance, "this isn't what I meant." All attention had now moved back to Andrea as Lea began to slowly slide the edge of the crop across Andrea's cheek. At its touch, Andrea began to breath heavy. *Slap* A clear hit was made, leaving a mark on her right cheek. She was astounded at the feeling. It was a very different kind of pain and while this might have been the vibrator playing tricks, but Andrea seemed to like it. The vibrator also seemed to speed up ever so slowly, at least it felt like it did though it was hard to tell. Another slap this time made contact with her large right breast. It too seemed to be followed by a marginal increase in the vibrators power. In fact, each time Lea hit her the vibrator seemed to take that as a sign to speed up if ever so little. After a particularly hard hit to the nipple, Andrea simply moaned out "more." This was perhaps as great a surprise to Andrea as it was to Lea. Lea took the invitation and ran with it. Hitting the thigh, the ass, the nipple, everywhere she could reach; leaving a red mark and speeding up the vibrator as she went. Andrea had not been far from climax before, and so it did not take very much time before Andrea came crashing over the edge, nearly falling to her side had Lea not caught her. The difference was that unlike what it had done with Sophia, the game seemed to be showing Andrea no mercy. The vibrator didn't turn off, it didn't so much as slow down as she lay gasping for air on her back. She was sweaty, exhausted and way too sensitive. She knew trashing around would do nothing but make her still more tired and sweaty, but she did it anyway. Lea decided her friend was simply too tempting of a target writhing around on the floor and began once again to use the riding crop on her friend. As she did Andrea noticed just the smallest hint of the vibrator slowing down. A second hit slowed it down more still. "Hit me... faster" Andrea pleaded between labored breaths. Lea was all too happy to oblige. With Andrea on the floor and her legs at her side it exposed her inner thigh and made it her primary target. She was hearing gasps of pain, but even still heard the occasional plea to continue. Being so close she could hear the vibrator slowing down with each hit and with a devilish grin decided to stop and back away. "No, please, keep going!" Andrea wasn't sure it was purely about the vibrator any more, but it certainly was the driving force of her plea. Without Lea the vibrator kept going slower than before but still powerful enough that another orgasm was building. "Please Lea, please I need this thing off! Please keep hitting me!" Lea simply sat and watched. She felt this torture was even more entertaining than when she was slapping her sensitive areas. Andrea's legs began to shake uncontrollably as she came for a second time, leaving her more sensitive and even more desperate to turn this off. "Oh God, please I beg you," Andrea pleaded as she keeled over to one side as if that would somehow make it better. Lea decided this probably was enough she continued to slap, this time a little more softly but more quickly. She stopped once the buzzing between Andrea's legs could no longer be heard. She felt it was the right thing to do to someone who clearly was reaching her maximum. Andrea sat there like a fish out of water gasping for air, but thankful to have the torture stop. Lea returned to her spot sitting on the box. She looked at her friends and boy were they a sight. Megan's pussy was still wet and exposed, Sophia was strictly bound and Andrea was on her side just beginning to regain her breath. Lea looked down at the crop she was holding and suddenly she began to feel a little guilty. The game may have kept them like this, and they might not have been outraged enough that the game would stop, but she was beginning to feel like she was its partner in crime. She looked down despondently at the crop as she continued to run this thought in her head. Adam decided to break her train of thought and chime in. "Lea, what is going through your head right now?" And just like that her so-called partner in crime had turned on her. She tried to think of a wiggle word, something that wouldn't be called a lie but wouldn't bring up her incriminating thoughts. Nothing. After a minor zap to the neck she blurted out "I feel guilty." Suddenly she had her friends absolute attention again. "Guilty about what?" Asked Adam. She sighed and set down the cop. Looking up at her friends she could see them all looking back quite confused. "You see, it's like this," Lea started after another considerable pause to collect her words. "I came across a post about Difficulty 11 a few weeks ago. I have been reading up on it and it got me really excited. The fact that the company purposefully doesn't advertise it, the fact that it's adult only so it can get more risque, it all sounded amazing. I wasn't sure you guys would want to play it if I explained the whole long thing to you. So I played dumb, got you to agree to play it because I wanted to play it and it can't be played alone. So when I ordered the box, I filled out the parameters and maxed out the preference bar for "adult" and minimized everything else. I knew from reading online that doing that could make the AI go down some very kinky roads, and I really wanted to explore that kind of stuff. I didn't think it would go this far but I also knew that was a possibility. I knew the game would only do thing you enjoyed, but I also bet that if you knew what those things might be you'd say no." There were nothing but stunned faces looking back at her. None of them said anything because none of them knew what to say. Lea continued. "I'm sorry for tricking you. I was just so caught up in the fantasy that I couldn't bring myself to risk you saying no. I've always had very kinky fantasies in my head, I've even gotten some toys on my own. I've tried practicing on myself, but it's not the same to spank yourself or tie yourself up. I really need another person, but I've never had anyone to play with or even really anyone I can talk with. I should have just talked it out. When I heard that Difficulty 11 might turn eDict kinky I kind of lost my head. Now that it's all happened I feel bad for not doing the right thing and being honest from the beginning. I'm sorry." After a bit more time of blank stares and awkward silence Adam chimed in. "It is now 9:37, the game's randomly selected end point. Lea please remove the bindings and place everything back into the open drawer." Lea couldn't bring herself to look anyone in the face. She quietly went behind Sophia and began with her chains and clasps. Once they were free Sophia moved her hands in front of her and began taking off the cuffs herself. She didn't wait for Lea as she started unbuckling the straps binding her legs herself. Lea held the control box at the front of her collar which signaled it to unlock, allowing her to remove it. After setting it in the drawer she said "Maybe it's best I just go for now. I'll see you all Saturday anyways, unless you haven't gotten over this by then. Know that I am sorry." With that she silently left to her car. Driving home, she continued her one woman pity party. She tried to think about something else, but she might as well have tried flying for all the success she was having. She plopped herself down at her computer and tried to distract herself that way. Just past 11 she got a text from Andrea "Did you really already have kinky stuff before tonight? That you used on yourself? Like what?" "Yeah, I just like the idea even if I cant use them. Handcuffs, chain, rope, gags, collars, whips, clamps, outfits." Lea had never really listed it all off before. "It was actually quite a lot," she thought. She shrugged her shoulders and figured that's what she gets from having a summer job that gave good pay while still living at home. Money just bleeds uncontrollably into hobbies, and this was certainly hers. Minutes passed without a reply. She decided to simply add an "I'm sorry." A few minutes later the phone buzzed with a reply. "We forgive you, just be honest. Like you said the game wouldn't have done it if we hated it." Lea literally leaned back in her chair and breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad to be rid of the guilt, it was really killing what was otherwise a very awesome night for her. The cell phone buzzed again. "Bring over your stuff, we want to see what its like without any games." Lea grinned, grabbed her stuff and tried to rush over to catch the last few minutes of her friend's birthday. Bound Friends Pt. 02 Part 2 - Andrea and the FetFair There is an old saying that you can't unring a bell. It may be a cliche, but it also happened to be true. For Andrea that bell had been rung two nights ago. She had discovered a side of her she didn't know existed. A kinky side. And even as the cheap beer flowed and the music pumped in her house full of guests, she found it hard to keep her mind from wandering back there. It was her own party, but she was finding it hard to get into. None of the guys were particularly attractive and few of them she knew since none of them went to her (all girls) school. A few days ago this party would have almost felt scandalous. She had very strict, religious parents, and as much as she didn't like that it, it had rubbed off on her over the years. Having beer and boys over would have been a big deal just a few days ago. Now it almost felt like a yawn, not exactly boring but certainly not thrilling either. Once the supply of beer dried up, the more sober ones started organizing rides home, making sure there was a sober driver for every car that needed one, and the party came to an uneventful end. What had Andrea so turned around had been the get together just two days before. It was just her and her three closest friends Megan, Sophia and Lea. Lea had suggested they play a game, but it was in fact a trick. They ended up stripped, tied, humiliated, stimulated and (to each of their surprise) loving it. When Lea admitted it was all her doing she left. The three of them may have started pissed at Lea, but they got over it. They talked it out and decided to invite Lea back to tell them more. That night was a crash course in kink. Lea showed them about gags, collars, rope bondage, nipple clamps, floggers, more stuff than the three of them knew existed. They were positively enthralled with all the new information; staying up into the wee hours before calling it a night and going their separate ways the next morning. Andrea hadn't talked to any of her best friends before her "real" party, none of them had talked with each other. Lea was giving them space, but the other three were simply otherwise engaged. They each took their time, going over everything that they had discovered about this new kind of sexuality and how it made them feel all warm and excited. Each of them had spent time looking around the web, looking at pictures, stories, and fingering themselves at the thoughts more than once. They had all been so preoccupied the party almost felt like a distraction rather than an event. But now the party was over. The last group, which included Sophia's very drunk boyfriend, left in one of the very overcrowded cars. For the first time all night there was silence as the four friends were once again alone in the house. They all stood in the awkward circle around the front door before Sophia decided to break the silence. "Did you have a good time?" She asked in a perfunctory manner. "It was fun," Andrea responded with equally low enthusiasm. "I think I just wasn't much in the mood." Megan nodded her head in agreement. "I think we all could say that." Lea scanned her friends, trying to judge how to enter the conversation but not finding any clues. Not that she was very good at that to begin with. "About the other night," she started which made the three other pairs of eyes look up intently at her. "I'm sorry again for not being more honest, I know we've been over this but I was afraid to bring it up on my own. I haven't heard from any of you since then, how badly did I screw this up? " "It's not like that," Andrea said in a reassuring tone. "I haven't called because I knew I'd see you here not 'cause I'm mad at any of you. Honestly I've barely stopped thinking about it, and I can't speak for them but I kind of liked it." Megan and Sophia nodded in agreement. Lea was clearly relieved, letting out a long sigh as a smile went across her face. "Good, and I promise not to keep things from you any more. I'll be up front if I want to try anything." "Well, maybe you don't have to tell us everything. Know our limits and keep to them sure, but I kind of like the not knowing." Andrea said with surprising frankness. "I did kind of like not knowing." "I could do that, but we just need to talk about it first," Lea explained. "Cause really, to agree to something you need to know exactly what it is you're agreeing to." "Well you ran through a bunch of stuff the other night, what more do you mean?" Andrea asked. Lea pulled out her phone and began quickly typing. "Well, there's lists. I found one a while back, it has just about every aspect I've ever heard of. You go through them and mark 1-5 for how interested you are, unsure if you don't know, limit if you don't want it ever and checkboxes for if you've actually tried it. It should give you an idea on what kinds of things that are out there." "There's a club in Philadelphia that has fetish get togethers and such. I haven't worked up to going alone but I think if we go together, and if you knew a little bit more about it, then it might not be so bad. Next week there's a major event they've been advertising, open to anyone. They're not actually even hosting it, there are simply helping to promote it. It's being thrown by a group that throw what they call 'FetFairs' in major cities all over the world; kind of a weekend long kinky adult fantasy world. It's a little pricey, and a lot vague about the details, but if half the things I've read online are true it should be well worth the price. I asked my brother if we can crash on his floor, I didn't say why, but he was fine with it and I know I wouldn't want to drive back in the wee hours of Saturday Morning." Lea said. Everyone agreed that it sounded interesting enough, and that they'll let her know some time during the week. Without much more fanfare, they each wished each other goodnight and Lea drove Megan and Sophia home. **** The rest of the week, things seemed to return to normal. Andrea spent most of Sunday and Monday of the long weekend on schoolwork, the familiar routine of class began again Tuesday. But Andrea felt different. It might have just been that the pattern was disrupted by the absence of her parents. More likely though it was the twinge she got reading Lea's very long list. Whenever she would look up more than a few things at a time she couldn't help but think she was carrying some strong lingering feelings with her for the next few hours. A few of the stuff she decided was clearly not for her, they just simply grossed her out rather than turned her on. She kept herself from mocking however might find some of these things sexy, because who was she to judge? A lot of people could say the same about some of her likes. By Wednesday she was finished the list and certainly noticed a pattern. Just about anything to do with power exchange (a new term she learned when going through the list, she was learning so many), bondage, objectification and loss of control were all big turn ons. She clicked the send button, returning the results back to Lea along with the note "I'm in for the party this weekend." For their parts, Sophia and Megan had been similarly distracted with what they were finding out. Megan finished Tuesday, answering most strongly in the loss of control, objectification, public exposure and a bit of bondage as well. Similar to Andrea but different ranking. Sophia was big on forceful loss of control, objectification ranked high, with a bit of bondage and pain ranked lower down. By Wednesday night they had each sent in their responses and confirmed that they did indeed want to go with Lea to the party. After school that Thursday, they discussed the details. Lea shared everything she knew, that FetFairs were always very private, no cameras allowed and a non-disclosure agreement attendees had to sign meant details Lea found were always vague. It was an all-weekend affair and while Lea didn't expect to be at the fair the whole time, they all planned to say they would be at Andrea's still empty house all weekend just in case they changed their minds. There would be a somewhat large cover since they weren't "members," there would be merchants selling things, there would be other chances to spend money, it could apparently get rather expensive if you didn't care about that sort of thing or if you weren't careful. "It starts at 8 and it's a long drive, pick you up around 5:30?" Lea asked and received a sea of bobbing heads. The drive was long, it was the dead of January so the sun had set very soon into the drive. The windy two lane road was always a pain at night with its sudden turns as it climbed and descended what felt like dozens of mountains to get to the Turnpike. The car was filled with concentration, quiet and anticipation. Conversation began to flow more freely as road gave way to highway, but even though they all knew exactly what they were driving to it seemed oddly forced to talk about it, so usually they taked about something else. Several hours and a gas stop later, they pulled into the parking lot of what looked like an industrial park with a few very large warehouses. If it not for the very full parking lot and a slow but steady stream of taxis there would be nothing making it look particularly different from any of the other large warehouses and factories that surrounded the neighborhood. They parked and nervously began to walk towards what everyone else seemed to know was the door. Lea stopped walking just before the door and turned back to her friends, "Everyone still want to do this?" Andrea kept walking letting out simply "of course, it's kind of a long way to turn back now." With that Andrea reached the door and held it for her friends. It opened into a small room with what looked like a receptionist and a single door the the left with what looked like a doorman. "Members or non-members?" asked a professionally dressed woman sitting behind a desk. "Non-members, all four of us," Lea answered. The woman reached over and pulled out four copies of a form. "Sign here please, they are standard statements of conduct and non-disclosure. This is to be a safe, sane and sober environment. You must be at least 18 years of age and not currently on any illicit drugs. By signing this you understand that you will be bound by the club rules as posted, obey any and all posted signs or any instruction given by one of the members of the staff. By entering any play area you must have read and agree to the posted conditions for that area. You will respect the boundaries of all guests. If at any time they say the club safeword "pineapple" or in the event they can't speak hum "jingle bells" you will halt what you are doing. Similarly, if you need to call for help or stop any action being done to you can do so by saying or humming the club safeword. You will surrender all personal items before entering and all conversations, club activities or guest identities are to be kept secret. Failure to do so will result in bans on future attendance and/or restitution for any financial damages that may result from this breach. If you agree sign below and hand over one piece of ID for us to hold until you leave. Then enter through the door on the left." She rattled it all off with the kind of speed and boredom of someone who has repeated this one too many times already, it seemed as basic as simply saying hello. All four of course signed, even scanning over the one page document in vain to see if there was anything hidden. The four walked over as a group to the door. "Is this your first time?" asked the incredibly large but surprisingly friendly sounding man at a podium by the side of the door. They nodded that it was. "So the way this will break down is there is a non-refundable cover of $70. There will also be an additional charge of $150 that you can use towards purchases of food, services and products. Consider it a spending minimum. This minimum amount is also non-refundable and any overflow will simply be charged to you when you leave. Are you together or paying separate?" "Together," Lea said. The four had agreed earlier it was easier to just pay Lea back later, and she actually had the room to charge it. She handed him her credit card and after punching in her pin, he buzzed open the door leading to a long but narrow room. On the left was what looke to be a very large coatcheck, and on the right wall was lined with dozens of doors narrowly spaced. "Enter any of the doors on the right, individually, and only if it's light is green. Follow the instructions and enjoy the night." The four split up as Andrea entered the first door on her right. It was very small and clinical looking, at the far end there was a person sitting on a wheeled stool. "Please strip down and place all cloths and personal items in the container" she joylessly said as she tapped on a plastic box with her pen, barely even looking up at Andrea who quickly did as she was told. The cold woman picked up a device about the size of a brick with a small cone sticking out the top and walked over. "This is a blood tester, it will take a small sample and test it for any disease that might endanger other guests. The sample will not be kept or in any way stored after the test and your privacy will not be violated. It also injects a temporary hormone so that any sex you may have in the next 72 hours will not result in pregnancy. These are requirements to enter but require your additional consent. If you wish to decline you may do so but you will be asked to leave without refund as per the agreement you signed. " She said with the familiar tone of the receptionist, it was the voice of someone who knew the script by heart and was tired of saying it. "That's fine," Andrea said. She felt only a small pinch as the machine was put against the inside of her forearm. "How long will this take?" "It's a narrow test we're running, it should be no more than a minute. If you wouldn't mind please stepping onto the scanner?" The woman asked. "I do have a DC card, it's been updated just last month," Andrea said as she reached for her purse. "Well ours are a little more detailed than the standard format, it's club policy," the woman replied. "And please, relax all your muscles as it scans you." Andrea shrugged her shoulders and stepped onto the platform. She stood perfectly still as the scanners slowly ascended letting out a beep when it had finished. "Do you consider yourself a dom, sub or switch?" The woman asked sliding her stool over to the only table on the other side of the small room, holding a small machine with a drawer. "Sub," Andrea answered. "And by what name would you like to go by?" she quickly followed up. "Um, I guess just Andrea." The woman hit a green button on the screen and proceed to type in her name. She then retrieved from the drawer a green bracelet. "This bracelet will be your ID for the night," she explained holding out the bracelet. "It will monitor your vitals, it has your measurement information and it knows your current balance for when you wish to buy anything." As the bracelet was fitted around her right wrist and snapped shut she couldn't help but think how much it looked like a hospital nametag. Except where there should have been writing there was instead a very small screen showing her first name and current balance of +$150.00" The woman darted back to the blood tester at the sound of a beep "OK, you're good to go. Your belongings will be returned to you as you leave, simply use your bracelet." As she said this, she placed a lid on the box and slid it through a slot where it disappeared down a conveyor of some sort hidden from view by the wall. "Wait, I'm going out there naked?" Andrea said too late to do anything about her stuff disappearing. "First time I assume?" Replied the woman, finally without the cold clinical tone she had used until then. "Look, this is how we make sure no one brings in cameras or drugs or anything else, everyone enters naked and gets the more detailed scan. It's not a typical DC scanner that only records the surface, we find internal measurements are needed for some things, and it's just a bonus that it prevents sneaking things in. There are plenty of places inside to buy outfits if you'd rather stay covered. And after all, this is a fetish club, if you weren't comfortable you shouldn't have come. You can always pick your stuff up and leave." Andrea understood. "No, I get it. And if everyone has to I guess that makes it better." "That's the spirit" she said encouragingly. "Now if you would be so kind, there may be people waiting," she said as she pointed to the door at the far side of the office. Andrea opened the door and finally heard music, very typical club music but not nearly as overpowering as your usual club might have it. Unlike the other rooms, this one actually looked like the inside of a warehouse, the ceiling rose high above them and the floor was cold brushed cement. As far as she could tell the wall in front of her was simply a metal sheet to divide the club from the exam rooms. Along it were artsy black and white pictures, a big map, posters with what looked like a reminder of the rules, it was all rather busy as far as walls go. Soon she saw Sophia and Megan appear also naked except for a green bracelet a few doors past her own room. They waited and eventually Lea appeared with one hand doing it's best to cover his chest. What caught Andrea's eye was that Lea wore a red bracelet. "I guess it's to brand me as a sub," she thought. Lea started speaking before she had even fully reached her friends "I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind seeing what they're selling in terms of cloths. It looks like all the options are along the rest of this wall" "Good a place as any to start I guess," Andrea said as they each glanced at the large map posted up of the club. "I have to say though, this being naked isn't bothering me as much as I thought it would when about every third person is too." Megan couldn't help but agree. With that the four followed along the wall to the rows of shops that had set up near the entrance. **** Things had changed over the years, as they always do, but one of the bigger changes was the arrival of 3D printing and MAO manufacturing. It started in the early twenty-teens as more of a novelty, but it quickly became much more fast and detailed. A machine could melt into shape plastics and eventually metals. To mimic the printers, people began making machines that could cut and arrange other material to order. Wood could be cut, foam could be formed, fabric could be sown and so you had what began to be called Made At Order products. It made things it a lot cheaper to get exactly what you want, and meant vendors don't need to stock all the different sizes to make a sale. From a digital file, these machines could assemble anything they had the raw materials for and exactly to custom size. As people began expecting fully custom objects, it became particularly common for clothes to now be made only to a customer's desires and body shape. It meant that most people keep a detailed digital scan of their bodies on what's called an DimensionCard, basically a plastic card with a chip inside holding the data. But DCs only scanned your outside, which is fine for sizing say pants but isn't a lot of help for sizing what might go inside. Which is why they've adopted the more detailed TBR or Total Body Rendering format. The shops at FetFair offered fully custom MAO clothing and toys printed to the dimensions stored as a TBR file on their bracelets. But this weren't like any selection any of them had ever seen. Sure there was a stand with rather simple standard t-shirt/jeans kind of cloths, but that was the exception. There was one selling tight fitting clubwear, another selling nothing but costumes like you'd see for halloween, sexy maid, sexy nurse and the like. Another selling only metal things, from collars to full outfits to toys, all sized to order of course. There was a more "traditional" lingerie dealer, the kind of lacey stuff you might find littering the dressing room of a burlesque show. But what nearly made Lea stop dead was when she came across a booth selling and smelling of leather. Bound Friends Pt. 02 "Well if you see something you like meet me back here, this might take a while," Lea warned. Sophia doubled back but Megan and Andrea stuck around. They were both getting used to being naked, particularly around so many other naked people. It was even a bit of a turn-on when they noticed someone checking them out. Sophia returned wearing a tight silvery halter mini-dress. It certainly didn't hide much but it was much better than how she had been. As she returned she saw Megan helping Lea into a steel boned leather corset. "Wow, that's a lot more elaborate than mine," she said as she couldn't help but admire the hourglass figure it was forcing out of her friend. It was a full bust corset with four buckles up its front and laces in the back currently being tied off by Megan. She already had on a matching leather skirt with two more buckles down the front of it exactly matching her top. The only other addition came in the form of knee high boots with 4" heels. They had matching material and buckles to the corset and created quite the imposing sight, she now towered over Megan and Andrea and was just about even with Sophia. "Ah, now I feel properly dressed, shall we see what this place has to offer?" Lea asked rather rhetorically. Her three friends followed behind. Moving out onto the main floor for the first time showed just how large and packed this place was. There was a main dance floor, complete with people in hanging cages, but it actually took up very little of the overall space, sharing the front-left quarter of the warehouse with what looked like a bar. Against the very far wall was a single pair of double doors, presumably leading to a private room or maybe staff areas. Throughout the remaining three quarters of the warehouse were rows and columns of what looked almost like display areas, or maybe zones. The floor of the warehouse was buffed concrete, but throughout most of the main floor there were square patches of padded carpet, some bigger some smaller. Each seemed to have something going on, there was always at least one person there in a blue shirt, and generally quite a few onlookers. Many had equipment set up like a cage or frame or bench, the ones closest to the dance floor had pillaries that at the moment sat empty. Lea started walking towards the rows of carpeted patches and the others simply followed. It was like walking down some perverse trade show, only instead of a new product on display it was people, each with a wristband. There was no physical walls or boundaries, but the carpeting made it clear to everyone where the "zone" starts. As they got closer they could also see that there was a sign at the top of a pole in front of each carpeted area. It gave a title at the top in big bold letters on a blue background. Below that on each sign was a red column and a green column, each listing off what should be expected and allowed presumably and each with a price below. Andrea was very glad she had spent such time looking over that checklist, because they were rather spartan in their description and she might not have known what some of it was talking about. "That looks interesting," Andrea said pointing to an area near the front where a man and several women lay very tightly hogtied on the floor. "'Hogtie Challenge,' sounds exciting" she said as she read the title of the sign. "It says they have two minutes to tie you up, you then have two minutes to get free or they start adding more rope and don't untie you for a half hour." That's all Andrea had to hear as she walked onto the carpet. The moment her wrist crossed onto the carpet it began to beep. "Sorry, you need to tap your wristband to the sign," said a man in a blue shirt with "staff" written on it. Her bracelet beeped once she did. Then the screen changed to show a green counter indicating only one person and a big "confirm" button at the bottom. She pressed it and walked onto the carpet. There was another loud beep as a new timer with her name below it started on the monitor at the far side of the carpet, counting down from 2 minutes. Before Andrea had much time to register he had started. He worked fast with his rope, starting by coiling rope above her elbows and anchoring it to her shoulders. Next he tied her wrists, wrapping around several times before cinching and tieing off the rope leaving several feet of unused slack. Carefully he set her on her stomach and began just as speedily tying her ankles. As the clock wore down he picked up the extra feet of slack from her wrists, pulled it around her ankle ropes and secured it to her elbow ropes. He barely had time to tie the rope off before the timer reached zero and he had to back off. None of what he did was particularly strict, but it didn't have to be. She could barely feel the knot for her ankles and the knot for her wrists were all the way up at her elbows. She tried shuffling around, moving her weight around to better reach her legs. With some effort she had flipped onto her side and could much more easily reach, but she also could see from this angle the timer she believed was hers, giving her less than a minute left. She slowly undid the knot and began to unwrap the cinch when the timer went off, indicating she had failed. Just as quickly as before, the man undid what little progress had been made. He added rope at the knees, locking her legs together. He added rope at her waist, pinning her arms to her torso. He added another rope to her wrist coil and attached it to the coil he made at her knees, keeping her arms unable to reach her ankles. Finally he re-tied much tighter the original rope running from her wrists to her ankles to her elbows. Andrea was back on her stomach now, but unlike before she didn't feel she had the ability to move to her side. She looked back as best she could at her timer that was now counting down from 30 minutes. Andrea's friends were looking on with bemusement. They were distracted not only with the speed at which she was tied but how securely she was re-tied. As Lea and Sophia were still looking on, Megan without saying a word signed up with her bracelet as Andrea had and walked onto the carpet. The rigger was just as fast, tieing Megan almost identically to Andrea. Megan thought this might give her a leg up since she knew what was coming, and she did get as far as beginning to unwrap her main ankle coil but still ran out of time just as Andrea had. After being secured identically to her friend, Lea and Sophia decided to finally chime in. "Since you're both going to be a while, I'm going to go mingle at the bar. Sophia, would you care to join me?" Lea said with a slightly smug tone knowing there really was no way Andrea or Megan could workably object. "I'd love to," Sophia said, in a manner quite clearly meant to mock her friends for their inability to join in. "We'll meet you back here, don't go anywhere." **** Sophia followed her friend as they made their way past the exhibits along the periphery of the dancehall and to the bar. It was much more crowded there as people sipped their drinks and mingled. There were tall tables scattered around, each with a small touchscreen menu like the kinds that were standard now in more and more places. Looking the menus over they had a reasonable number of choices, but alcohol was not one of them. "Play Sober" the menu said on the sidebar right below the order button. "Just as well," Lea thought, "they probably wouldn't serve me anyways." "Wow, may I just say that's an amazing get-up you have there," said a somewhat older man as he walked up to their table with a half finished drink in his hand. He had thinning brown hair, he was dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts, and while he wasn't out of shape, the years had clearly taken their appropriate due for someone who looked to be pushing 40. "You two together?" "Well we came together but we're not really 'together' together." Lea explained, a little befuddled but still able to pretend to be confident. She wasn't fully sure what they were any more. They weren't quite simple friends, they were closer than that and she simply loathed the term "friends with benefits." So she figured this was an easier answer, and one that Sophia wouldn't take issue with. "While I'm Paul. Can I get you two ladies something to drink?" "I'm Lea, this is Sophia. I could go for a diet Coke. How about you Sophia?" "I'm fine." "Alright," Paul said, selecting a diet coke from the menu along with another sparkling water for himself. "Hey Paul, are you going to introduce me?" said a similarly dressed but much taller man as he invited himself to the table and set down his empty glass. He was either much younger or in much better shape, his auburn hair was much fuller, his face much more youthful and his muscles had actual definition. He was clearly not young but he certainly still looked good, especially in comparison to his friend. "Sorry about that. Tom, this is Lea and Sophia." Paul said as he finished ordering to point out who he was introducing. "Hi, you two from around here?" "No, we're from a town a few hours down.. you know what you probably wouldn't have heard of it." Lea answered. "This is our first time at one of these kinds of things," let out out Sophia nervously trying to enter the conversation. It wasn't like her to be nervous but she was starting to feel a little overwhelmed, like a kid who snuck a seat at the grown-up's table just in time for them to start talking politics. "Oh, well that makes the leather that much more impressive. Not a lot of first timers would get something like that," Paul said to Lea, giving her one more look over with his eyes. "Well I've kind of wanted something like this for a long time," Lea said as she ran her hands down her side and rested them on her hips. "I guess I only needed an excuse. I needed to buy something to wear while I'm here and I just figured 'while I'm here.'" "What about you, are you from around here?" Sophia asked Tom. "No, Paul and I move around a lot. We do a lot of international business, managing cargo ships, so you can't really be in one place for too long." Tom replied, leaning in a bit more. "We're really all over the place, at least anywhere with a major port." Sophia found all this fascinating. He continued on about his work sending him abroad occasionally, Singapore, Rotterdam, Dubai, Hong Kong. She had always wished she could travel more but her family's idea of a "long trip" was the once a year thanksgiving trip back to visit her relatives in Syracuse. She listened to every word, thinking about how glamorous it all sounded. As he finished speaking her mind was still distracted. When her mind finally stopped daydreaming, it returned to notice he had stopped talking. "Hello? I asked if you're seeing anyone?" Tom asked, once he had Sophia's attention again. "Sorry," she apologized, "I got lost in thought." She did have a boyfriend, but things had gotten a little distant, especially over the last week. She had discovered this new side of herself and Scott didn't seem the least bit interested to hear about it when she tried to bring it up. She hadn't broken it off but she wasn't very happy, and didn't exactly feel like he was over the moon either. She was beginning to feel he was a bit boring, and that his mind was always anywhere else recently but on her. When she tried suggesting they go somewhere this weekend, before she even started saying what it was he said he couldn't because he was "hanging with the boys" this weekend. She worried he was taking her for granted. So she decided to lie, at least for tonight. "Not at the moment," she replied after a slight pause. He let out a grin at that answer and she couldn't help but blush at the attention. Lea raised an eyebrow but stayed out. "Here we go," Paul said loud enough to get Tom and Sophia to look over. Approaching the table was a woman with the tray of drinks, but that was not what Sophia noticed. She was decked out in metal. She wore a dull metal collar as well as metal cuffs at the wrists, thighs, elbows and ankles. She wore a metal chastity belt and two half-spheres held over each breast by chains. More and more chains seemed to connect from everything to everything else. Her steps were limited, her hands kept close together and locked to a chain running from collar to ankle chain. She was clearly being trotted out like some kind of slave waitress, this club certainly didn't do half-measures. She never looked any of them in the eye, she simply set the two drinks down and waddled off to wherever it is she came from. Sophia decided to quit the small talk with this somewhat attractive and very worldly man, to live a little. She put her hand on his and simply asked "want to go dance?" "Sure, you two want to join us?" Tom asked looking at his friend and Lea. "No I think I'll just stay here, not much for dancing," Lea said as she quickly went back to whatever conversation it was she had been having with that other man. The two of them walked towards the dance floor. As they walked one of the cages were being raised, this time with two people in it. Sophia couldn't help but watch. "Want to rent one?" Tom asked loud enough to be heard over the music but no louder. "One what, the cages? They do that?" Sophia said, finding it oddly difficult to hide her excitement at the prospect. "Sure you can, if there's one free at least. My treat," he said as he took her hand and began leading her to where one of the cages were sitting on a small platform. He touched his red wristband to the cage's door and confirmed the rental on the cage's small screen. He opened it up and stepped in. "Coming?" He called out to her as he extended his hand. "How long will we be in there?" Sophia asked with slight nervousness. "You rent them for 15 minutes at a time, but we can make it go back down at any time.But if you're not up for it I under..." Sophia wouldn't even let him finish his thought before letting out a definitive "Sounds great." She stepped up onto the small platform the cage sat on, it was itself about two feet off the ground and she could already see over almost everyone from where they were. Her bare feet stepped onto a padded cage floor as Tom reached behind her to close the door. The cages began to rise instantly after the door clicked shut, stopping about 9 feet off the floor. It was much more confined that it had looked, and Sophia found as the cage slowly ascended there wasn't a single way to dance that wasn't simply grinding on each other. She barely had room to turn. But in rather short order she simply stopped caring about all that, she was on top of the world. And as her tight mini-dress began to ride up exposing her uncovered ass she just let it. She could feel his cock getting hard in his shorts and she liked the idea of rubbing her bare ass against it while everyone was free to watch. This was more of a thrill than she had felt with Scott in a long time. **** Time is a relative thing, but for Andrea it seemed to have stopped all together. After Lea and Sophia left her to her fate, she tried struggling at first. Moving as little as she could left her with the realization that she wasn't going to untie anything on her own. So she simply laid there and enjoyed it. She had never been so helpless, even moving to her side seemed like it wouldn't be happening. She watched as a new girl came and tried escaping, only to find herself just as helpless as everyone else on the floor a few minutes later. The whole thing was like some kind of delicious trap, and that man with the ropes was the spider who set it. It was mesmerizing to see how fast he worked on the new girl, it was all such second nature. Spider was an apt description with how fast he could spin his threads and make someone his trapped prey. When he came to untie Andrea, she was almost disappointed. It had not been so tight that it hurt and she was rather enjoying being this man's captive. Once she had been untied she got to her feet slowly and in stages, letting herself and her limbs re-adjust to their freedom. Megan was close behind, and after only a minute or two wait for Andrea they were both walking away trying to spot their friends. "I don't see them, you want to just go look?" Andrea asked. "I see Sophia in one of those cages," Megan said as she pointed to her friend. "I think that means we're probably on our own for a while." "Well, let's see what else they have, we'll just have to meet them later." With that Andrea began marching forward, gleefully looking around at everything. As the two walked further in, the zones began to stop being strictly bondage, adding in elements of pain. One girl was being whipped to the point of welts, another was having hot wax dripped on her tied and exposed body, another sat atop an iron horse with weights on each dangling leg. Eventually bondage and pain turned into bondage pain and sex. They saw one woman trapped in a stockade who had to deal with a cane on her ass while having a cock in her mouth. As they approached the far end of the warehouse, the displays seemed to drop all manner of pain and simply became bound group orgies. The two friends had both seen porn, but it was another thing completely to watch actual people fucking just feet away from them. It was strange. Andrea suddenly felt very self conscious. She felt an excitement, but she also felt a knee-jerk moment of shame. Sex was supposed to be dirty, and it certainly wasn't supposed to be public. She didn't like to consider herself a prude like her parents (who might as well be asexual as far as she can tell) or her Catholic School had taught her, but she hadn't had a lot of freedom to experience anything else either. As Andrea neared the end of the hall she saw a woman with her hands tied behind her, trying to satisfy a group of five men overpowering her. It was almost too intense to watch, she was flailing in all directions giving off both cries of resistance and moans of passion. "Let's uh.. let's maybe try something.. something a little easier, back that way," Andrea stuttered, grabbing Megan's arm and slowly walking back away. Her friend seemed to agree and they both walked back towards the front of the warehouse. "How far back, cause I don't want to just be tied up and left alone for a while to stew," Megan asked, trying to be delicate to whatever had clearly spooked her friend. "Sure, that sound's fine, I'm just not sure I'm ready for whatever that was," Andrea said, regaining a little bit of the confidence in her voice. "Maybe just no sex just yet, good enough for you?" Megan smiled, "That sounds fine to me." The two were about halfway back when Megan pointed an an exhibit and said "How about that one?" Andrea looked over and saw an area with four metal pillories each facing out from the centre. One was occupied by a naked, blindfolded and gagged woman. She was bent over at the waist with her head and hands secured in front. Her torso rested on a board with a cutout near the breasts, allowing hers to dangle freely. Two leather straps secured her to it, leaving her bent at a near perfect 90 degree angle. Her two legs were kept spread several feet apart by cuffs attached by chain to fasteners at either side of her, leaving her pussy fully exposed as the board she rested on stopped just shy of the hips. As a girl in a blue staff shirt watched, two men encircled her and had their hands all over her helplessly exposed flesh. Andrea turned to the monitor, looking over its description see what she might expect. It was 45 minutes, contact is hands only, it all seemed fine. She touched her bracelet to the screen where it asked about blindfold and gag options. The default for both was "random" and while she worried a little, seeing as she didn't know what all it might be choosing from, she decided to be adventurous and left them be. She confirmed and nervously stepped onto the carpet. Bound Friends Pt. 02 The staff woman directed her to pillory opposite the occupied one. The top half was already off as she directed Andrea's head and arms into place along the rubber lined holes. She slid the top on and snapped it closed from either side. There was no need to lock it, there was no way for Andrea to reach. "Your gag and blindfold are printing, they have not been used before and they will be yours to keep after, if you wish. Once again you can use the club safeword at any time if something goes further than you want," the tall woman said as she tightened first one leather strap and then the other. She put a leather cuff around each ankle and pulled each foot until it was barely touching the ground before securing each of the chains with a carabiner. As she disappeared to the centre column, it gave Andrea the first chance to test her bonds. They were even worse than the hogtie! At least with rope there was give, stretch. Here there was nothing, the metal was indifferent to her struggles. Once she returned to view she very quickly applied a blindfold, plunging Andrea into darkness. It had a triangle shaped hole, allowing it to sit both above and below her nose, removing any chance of getting it loose or for light finding its way in from underneath. The whole thing felt rubbery and thin, not much thicker than paper. But it didn't have to be, it did its job of providing total darkness. Then she felt something at her lips and knew to open her mouth. In came what felt like a jelly ball, very rubbery and soft. As the straps were closed behind her head the gag rested behind her teeth and trapped her tongue behind it. She tried saying a word but found it was utterly unintelligible even to her. Then, nothing. For what seemed like ages Andrea sat there in her blind predicament. It had only been minutes in reality. As soon as Megan was similarly secured, except with a drool gag instead of a solid ball one, the two men began to look over the two newest to join them. A rough calloused hand reached out to take hold of Andrea's dangling breast. The touch sent shockwaves through her, even making her try to jump within the limits of her bindings. He ran his rough hand across her breast, slowly spinning around her nipple eliciting a low moan from her. His wandering hand began to slowly work its way down, gliding softly down her back. Andrea waited in nervous anticipation. She did not know this man, she did not know what he was planning to do; and while she felt the safety of knowing she could end it with a humb, she still felt a dark and delightful uneasiness about her imagined helplessness. Unless she wanted to quit completely she had no choice but to wait to see what the rough handed man would do to her. As the stranger's hand approached her lower back with the speed of an injured snail, her thoughts became singular with anticipation. She found herself breathing heavy, which due to the gag, she was doing through largely nose. The hand traced a slow outline around one asscheek and then the other. He was toying with her and it was working. She squirmed to try to get more than this minimal contact, but she really had no way to move. Worse still, he simply removed his hand at the signs of struggling. Andrea let out a sigh of disappointment and slumped back into motionlessness, hoping it would return the hand. A sudden jolt of pain rushed through her body as the hand returned in the form of three hard, firm slapps to each cheek. The message was clear, he wasn't going to be rushed. Andrea hoped that would mean he would return but he instead continued to leave her in isolation. She consciously kept herself still and restrained herself from letting out any sound of complaint. She could not tell if it was seconds or minutes later, but the hands returned, circling each cheek to make a figure 8 to anyone who happened to be watching. Soon he stopped that and began a new kind of tease, bringing both hands to bare. He laid both hands squarely on her hips and pulled himself forward until his covered pelvis was against her naked rear. She froze, she was sure the sign said no sex, but it seemed to be an unmistakable position of someone about to fuck another. She was readying herself for what she felt must be coming, but instead he began to bend over her and work his hands up both sides of her back until they grasped a breast in each hand. He was shirtless and his warmth could be felt as he bent over at an angle so close to hers. It began almost playful, he teased and kneaded her breasts with each hand. He became gradually ruffer as he began to swat at the dangling breasts, eventually targeting his hits squarely at Andrea's nipples. Andrea felt a current emanate from every hit, each one growing gradually stronger making her once again moan from the stimulation. But the shock were getting stronger, they were not unpleasant just more intense. When he began to pinch her nipples the pain was exhilarating, it was very hard for Andrea to describe the feeling. The pain was not like other times, this one was not pleading for her to stop what she was doing like if her hand were submerged in ice water, none of the yelling to be more careful next time like a tender bruise might. Instead all her body was telling her about this pain was "Mmm, me like!" As he continued to pinch and play with his left, his right hand let go only to reappear much lower down. Andrea had been so preoccupied by the sensations emanating from her nipple she almost didn't register how close his single outstretched finger was getting to her now rather wet sex. It ran slowly in semi-circles, each time getting closer to her slit without ever reaching it. She was beginning to get nervous again, but reassured herself that things would not get out of bounds. She was under the watchful eye of the staff woman, and despite what his posturing suggested to her earlier this man did not seem intent on testing the rules. No, she could always get out, and knowing that meant she could explore what this captivity and this stranger were making her feel without panic that she might be in real danger. But safe as she actually was, she still felt a little helpless as she tried to move what little she could as the mans finger got closer and closer to her pussy. For her resistance the man pinched down on her nipple harder than he had before and twisted. Andrea cried out in pain, through her gag certainly silenced the brunt of it. She tried pulling away from the tormenting pinch but what little movement she could make resulted in his other hand returning to her right breast and copying its left friend. The pain was searing. As he let go she was able to catch her breath and calm down. After motionlessly waiting for some time, his hands returned to their original work. It was very little time before his hand gave up the dance and simply slid to its final destination. Andrea quivered but dare not move. With his index and ring fingers, the man held open her hot lips, giving his middle finger plenty of room to explore. She bit down on her gag as his finger repeatedly slapped against her exposed clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her with each pass. Soon the rest of his hand joined his finger as he began to furiously rub waves of pleasure out of the trapped girl. She was breathing loudly through her nose, finding herself just shy of being unable to fill her lungs as much as they were screaming to be filled. Her legs began to involuntarily shake as she was being ridden closer and closer to climax. Just before she came crashing over the edge however, he backed away. She was left inches from the goal line, able to now catch her breath but quite badly wanting the extra little bit to finish. Instead what she got was a hard slap to her ass. It took her by surprise, which was perhaps worse than the pain itself. He then moved from slapping her ass to slapping her tender mound. It let off a wet sound with each slap and was much more painful than Andrea would have guessed it to be. After no more than a dozen of those, he was gone. Out of habit she tried to look around, but of course the blindfold revealed nothing, and even still the pillory would have made looking behind her impossible. Andrea was at once disappointed she wasn't able to cum, but oddly giddy over how well she had been played and just how little control she had over it all. The rest of her time she kept hoping for him to return and finish the job but he never did. No one did. She was forced to simply stay where she was, as a ball of unfulfilled desire. She could hear the low pumping of the distant music and could even hear the occasional conversation passing by, but she couldn't do anything about any of it. Eventually she felt her legs loosen and her straps come undone. The pillory opened and she quickly reached for the back of her blindfold only to find the staff members smooth hands already removing it. The room was never bright, but the small amount of light seemed blinding as she struggled to use her eyes again. Lastly her gag was undone and handed to her. "That's your time, here you can keep these" the staff woman said as she handed Andrea the blindfold and gag. "If you don't want to hold on to them there are material recycle bins along the far wall. There are also extra storage boxes, you can place them in and for a small fee they will be held until you leave." Andrea didn't respond, she simply moved her jaw around and stretched. "I'm just going to wait for my friend," she finally said as she leaned her weight over and onto the metal pillory. "What happened to the guy who was here?" "Oh, his time just ran up, he was on a schedule just like everyone else," she said as the monitor quietly beeped signalling Megan was now free to be released. Andrea watched as the woman worked fast, giving the same speech to her friend as she did to her. Megan wiped the remaining drool from her chin and stumbled over. "That was great," she said, her walk still a little crooked. "I'm ready for more how about you?" "For sure," Andrea said. "Though I'm kind of worked up, and well the pain was OK let's maybe skip right to the part where we get to cum." Megan smiled, "couldn't agree with you more." **** Sophia's cage began to lower, something she felt couldn't come quick enough. She had been grinding against Tom's crock, who had been returning the tease with rubbing her all over. This had been enough foreplay for Sophia, she was revved up and wanted swallow his load. As soon as they had gotten out of the cage and began walking out from the density of the dance floor Sophia began to drop to her knees. "No, not here," Tom said, stopping her before she was all the way to the ground. "They are kind of insistent that kind of thing stays off the main floor." "Well then lets get off the main floor," Sophia said grabbing his hand and tugging towards the back of the floor where she saw the cage people quite clearly having sex. Tom didn't need much convincing and caught up with Sophia. "What did you have in mind?" He asked her with a coy grin. "I want that big dick of yours with my mouth," she said almost as a whisper into his ear. "I know the thing then," he said as he began to lead her in a slightly different direction. They arrived at an area with many tall poles sticking out of the ground maybe seven feet high. At two of them were women with their hands cuffed behind the poles, one naked another wearing a metal outfit including a collar, chastity device, metal spider ring gag and a pair of ankle cuffs. Both had dicks in their mouths and were working furiously to please them. A third man stood near the metal adorned girl, seemingly waiting his turn. "You get cuffed to a pole and you aren't free for three hours or until you make three men cum, sound like what you had in mind?" Sophia thought it sounded perfect. She signed herself in and knelt on a padded mat in front of one of the poles, presenting her wrists behind her for the staff member to cuff together. But to her surprise, Tom just stood there. She looked around confused with pleading eyes. "Well since you need to get three men off, I figured I'd wait to be number three." Tom said, watching from just outside the carpeted area with a smirk. Sophia pouted, "no fair." She looked around, but of the three men, none were paying her much attention. She looked over to the ring gagged woman and watched as the man who had been throat fucking her pulled out and blasted his load all over her face. Cum and spit were dripping down her chin and onto her chest as she can't close her mouth. The first man barely had time to move before the person waiting shoved his dick in her mouth. Then she watched as a somewhat fat man walks by and swipes his bracelet. Before he was even to her, Sophia opens her mouth in anticipation of this stranger's sweaty cock. She felt so cheap, normally she would never give a guy like that the time of day, but without saying a word to each other his bitter dick was already in her mouth. She kind of liked it. He was rather quick but pulled out just before coming, spraying her with a money shot like her neighbor had just been. But before he left he reached behind her, grabbed her halter dress and slid it over her head, letting it fall and exposing her modest breasts. She now only had one eye open to watch as he pulled his track pants back up and left. Tom stood there watching with his arms crossed as Sophia shifted her weight and waited for her next dick. It was several minutes of pleading eye and outstretched breasts before someone else entered the area. But to Sophia's utter disappointment he went for the gagged girl next to her. He grabbed both sides of her head and forced her up and down rather than moving his dick himself. He seemed to have no regard for her ability to keep up. Though for her part, the gagged woman was able to keep up, breathing at just the right up strokes before his dick was plunged into the back of her throat again. Right before he seemed about ready to finish, another man came in and headed for Sophia this time. He was naked and in just as bad shape as the first one she had blown. In contrast though he simply presented his dick and expected Sophia to do all the work. She wasn't about to disappoint! She worked her head up and down; licking, sucking and slurping as she went. He outstretched his right arm and grabbed hold of the pole as he seemed to be finishing quickly as well. With a guttural gasp his left hand grabbed hold of Sophia's head. Her mouth filled with hot cum as he leaned forward against the pole while keeping her head firmly locked where it was. Rather than let it drool, Sophia began swallowing and the extra stimulation of her attempts to swallow seemed to be enough for him to pull his spent and sensitive penis from her mouth. Sophia sat up and looked Tom right in the eye. She swallowed the last remaining drops of cum and opened her mouth wide with a satisfied "ahh." "I'm ready," she cried out seductively. Tom took his time, he was clearly in no hurry. He signed in and took a slow, deliberative walk over to Sophia. As he reached her, he placed one leg on either side of Sophia's folded knees. With his shorts still on but hiding a clear erection, he commanded Sophia "if you want it, get it yourself." A lustful grin crossed Sophia's face. With some difficulty, she stretched forward as much as her cuffed hands would let her. She rubbed her face into his chest as her mouth probed around searched for the elastic rim of his shorts. Eventually her open mouth made contact and she bit down, pulling the shorts away enough to expose his nearly erect penis. She made sure the elastic was below his balls and then let go, looking up at his face and opening her mouth wide. Tom held her head in both hands and at first gave her only the tip. She tried moving her head to bob but Tom held her fast. She instead switched to circling it with her tongue, attempting to lock eyes as she did. Very slowly, almost imperceptibly, Tom began feeding her more and more of his cock. As the tip reached the back of her mouth she took in a deep breath and tried to relax her throat. It's slow march continued, closing off her throat with his cock. Her chin had reached his balls and her eyes began to water, but he was not going to be rushed. He finally pulled out, walking back several steps right as her lungs begin to burn, leaving her coughing and gasping for breath. "That deep, every time," he simply instructed as he walked back to his previous place. He left his hands free, expecting her to do the work this time. She tried as best she could replicated the slow pace, and to hold him deep inside her until it felt like her lungs were ablaze. She was needing less and less recovery at each one as she learned to catch her breath while keeping the cock at the front of her mouth on its slow journey back. "You know," Tom began at the start of another cycle. "If I keep you at this pace you may be here for the full three hours. So long as you're serving me you can't make anyone else cum, and so long as I wish for you to go slow I can stay hard like this all night. Would you like that, to worship my cock for the next three hours?" He finished just as Sophia began taking his cock down her throat, she could only look up with her eyes and give no other response. The forcefulness was turning her on. He truly did have her right where he wanted her, and he seemed perfectly content to follow through on that threat. She knew the rules going in, now she was just a fucktoy, trapped until she made him cum, or at least trapped for quite a while. After the regular deepthroat hold she pulled back to catch her breath quicker and give an answer. "Whatever you want." With that a jolt of anticipation ran through her body like a static shock as she positioned herself back onto his cock. Tom let out half a smirk. He once again grabbed her head, this time moving much more forcefully. He had not forced himself to stay down for as long but was moving at easily triple the speed. It was all Sophia could do to keep up her breathing rhythm. As he let go of her head she tried desperately to keep up the pace but found herself constantly slowing, often leading to him placing a hand on the back of her head to speed her work. It was work, much more work than she had ever had to put in to someone before. Certainly more work than anyone else had ever needed. The only sign that she was making any progress at all was a single low groan. Finally, as her neck started getting sore, she felt the familiar twinge of a cock about to blow. He grabbed her head with both hands and forced himself down her throat one more time as he began to cum. Sophia felt the warm fluid spill out, pump after pump. She only hoped it would end soon, her lungs were already starting to complain. After letting out only his second audible moan of pleasure he released her as his dick already began to soften. Before she had even caught her breath the staff person had already come by and undid her cuffs. She collapsed forward onto the mat catching her breath and basking in the afterglow. "I trust that was what you had in mind?" Tom said as he extended a hand and helped her to her feet. "Yeah, something like that," she said adding a sarcastic inflection. She reached for his outstretched hand and slowly got back up. She put the top of her dress back around her neck and pulled her skirt back down to just below her ass, the little it could be pulled down. "Sophia?" Said a surprised sounding Andrea. "Oh hey, are you just now getting out?" She asked, startled to see her friends all of a sudden. "No, we did another thing too," Megan added. "Who's this?" "Right! Tom, these are my other friends Andrea and Megan. We all came down together," she said pointing to each friend as she was introducing them. "What do you got there?" Bound Friends Pt. 03 Some people just can't help but over think, Andrea was not one of those. She was by no means dumb, but she was very good at being able to take things exactly as they appear. This meant that while others might begin to deeply question their decision to start engaging in regular BDSM play sessions with her long time friend Lea, she didn't. She didn't see it changing her friendship, she didn't see it as a change to her sense of self, she saw it for what she felt the face value was. She felt she had a new need (or more accurately a better understanding of an already existing one), this arrangement seemed to satisfy it. She enjoyed it, and it seemed Lea enjoyed it too. That's as complicated as she felt it needed to be. As she saw it nothing else had to change. Eventually she was joined in her activities again by the two other longtime friends that were at her birthday when they each first discovered they all had this side of them. They were hesitant to join in to something they saw as very sexual. They were having a harder time than Andrea at being able to build a wall to compartmentalize the very different aspects of their relationship with Lea and with each other. But they found a way, eventually. They however were all being the role of a sub. Submitting is an easy way to block off some aspects of your life you have "no control" over from those that are more immediately your prerogative. It wasn't quite as easy for Lea. She had fallen into the role of dom, (though if she were honest she would probably call herself more of a switch that had just been leaning dom) and the much more active role it required didn't allow her the luxury of keeping it all separate. Maybe it was because she kept all the equipment in such easy reach. Maybe it was because she had to plan things out and they didn't. Maybe it was because they almost always were in her converted basement when they had their "sessions." But undoubtedly a part of it was that she had always felt more of an attraction to girls, it was something her friends that knew were fine with, but she never really shared that very widely or acted on much at all. If she wanted she could probably blame her own social meekness, or her parents, or living in such a small town, or her private school's very outdated code of conduct but really it was just easier. A convenient lie of omission. And if Lea was being fully honest with herself, which she wasn't at the time, she would admit that all these games were starting to affect her. She had never never thought of her friends in that kind of way, but it's hard to play out all your mind's sexual fantasies with someone and not have it start to change the way you see them. None of this was on Andrea's mind of course, how could it be. Here mind was clear as she walked up to Lea's front door on a warm Saturday afternoon. The final grades universities would see finished a week ago and it had been a few weeks since Lea had called her over. She was really starting to feel a pent up need. Lea had said she had been busy and that she'd explain what she meant today. Lea welcomed her in and asked to borrow Andrea's phone before the two of them eventually went downstairs. "So I've been doing a little tinkering," Lea said after a bit of time at the computer opposite her bed. "Well you know those remotes we each got to control our little nerve chips? They work by sending... well, technical stuff aside I figured out how to get your phone to do the same thing," she said as she hit a red button on her phone. Instantly the little chip inside Andrea sprang to life at a low but noticeable setting. Lea tossed back Andrea's phone which landed just beside her on the couch. Andrea looked her phone over and it seemed that nothing was running. "Yeah, so it's running off your phone but here's the tricky part: it's being controlled from mine. I got a tab here for you, one for Sophia, one for Megan once I install this on her phone, and one for my own. Now whenever you're near your phone I can control this, and since it's a background program it stays on when you turn your phone to standby. What do you think?" Lea asked as she hit a now green button shutting the device off. "But, why would you need that?" Andrea asked as she sat back up from a slouch. "Well I was thinking, wouldn't it be fun to try something, I mean if you're up for it, something more than just, you know, an hour or two here in my dank basement? I mean you can always say no," Lea stammered out before noticing and calmly taking a pause to try again. "My point is, with this wouldn't need to have those cheap plastic remotes and we wouldn't need to be in range. It opens up a lot of possibilities." "I, wait, you want to do this stuff another place?" Andrea asked still not sure she was seeing the advantage. "Not so much just another place, though also that I guess, but more like for a longer time. I wouldn't have to be near you to set it off. But not just that..." Lea stammered out before reaching over and retrieving a bag. "I was thinking we bring this back." Andrea grabbed the bag and saw inside the waistband and chastity plate that she hadn't seen since she took them off at the end of her long weekend away. It was just as smooth as she remembered but very cold to the touch. "I mean I never got it out because using it for like 2 hours is kind of pointless, but if we weren't just limited to here than it wouldn't have to be 2 hours. And it's got a remote app too, that's actually what I based mine on. Oh and look!" Lea exclaimed the last bit as if what she brought out was indeed a surprise to her too. "Look, it's a bag and a hook up so you can clean yourself out without a permanent wall attachment. Just fill the bag fully and the rest is the same as if it was hooked into the pipes. This way you can wear it for a while and by the time we meet up," "Wait, isn't that what we're doing now? It's been a few weeks and I was kind of looking forward well, to, um, you know..." Andrea interrupted before trailing off in heavy innuendo. "That's kind of my point, if you're this desperate now just imagine what you'll be after wearing this around 24/7 for the next week or two." Andrea couldn't help but smile a guilty smile, and it did not go unnoticed by Lea. Lea continued when she saw she had her friend on board. "Ok, in that bag at the bottom is the hex key you use to attach the waist belt, and a spray can of hair remover. It'd probably be easier if you removed your, um, lower patch of hair before covering it up." Andrea took the bag into the cheap makeshift bathroom that was part of the basement suit. She stripped down to just her bra to get unobstructed access for the spray can. It came out as a reddish pink gel that was cool against the skin. As it sat there she felt a cool tingling sensation, the kind you might get from having too many strong of a mints all at once. She wiped herself clean with some toilet paper and with each stroke her hair kind of just came off with the gel. When it was done Andrea ran her finger along and couldn't believe how smooth it was, not a trace of stubble or forgotten hairs anywhere. Once she felt she had sufficiently cleaned up. she screwed on waist belt using the hex screw that has a sticky note labeling the hex screw with her name. She looked over the chastity plate and tried to think about what she was doing, but decided it was probably best not to. The butt plug slid in smooth even without any lube because of its low-friction material. With an audible click once in the front and once in the back she was once again locked into this thing. She left her cloths where they were and returned back to Lea. Lea seemed to lose focus as she was surprised seeing Andrea emerge from the bathroom in just her bra. "I assume it still fits?" she asked after returning back to the moment. Andrea gave her a little spin as she walked back to the chair and sat down "sure does, and that gel sure is something else, maybe I could borrow it for my legs too?" "Well, yeah, um.. let's just test this other part now," Lea said as she retrieved her phone and tapped the screen. Suddenly a low searing jolt of pain ran through Andrea's ass causing her to move her arms back as if they could do protect against another shock. "Yeah, both programs are running alright. I think I'm going to let you stew for a few days before doing anything more. Oh where's the hex screw?" Lea asked, pausing until Andrea reached over and handed it back to her. "So something interesting about this," she said as held up the alan key. "It was printed special for your set, it's the only one anywhere that can unscrew your items. So don't get any ideas about being able to remove it with your standard hardware stuff." As she finished she put the key in what looked like a small realtor's lockbox. "And if you ever want it to stop, just say or text 'halt' and I'll stop. That's all for now, I'll be in touch obviously. Don't forget your pump bag." Andrea was disappointed, she didn't expect to just be sent back home. But she also knew Lea was right, this certainly would make things more interesting when they do happen. She went back for her cloths, tried her best to stretch her panties over her chastity belt, and bid her friend goodbye. **** Andrea was surprised just how quickly she got used to having her belt back on. It certainly changed her bathroom habits, and it bulged through if she wore tight pants, but under a skirt it couldn't be seen at all. There were the rare occasions early in the morning or right before bed when her hand reached down only to be stopped, but while this was disappointing in the moment it was not like she was dieing of need after only a few days. So for the most part she went about her life like nothing else was different. That Wednesday during a free period, she was in the library's central reading room working away when phone buzzed with a text. Lea: Be quiet, this is a library ;P Andrea was confused at first but only had to wait seconds to understand what it meant. Moments after reading it her NESIC turned itself on, if not to full power than very nearly full. She bit down on one of her fingers in order to suppress a scream and began to look around in a panic. No one else was looking up but she wasn't sure how long she could keep quiet such overwhelmingly loud feeling of pleasure. She tried to preoccupy her mind by concentrating on her breathing, deep long breaths, in... out... but it was a losing battle. In a panic she began to throw everything into her bag to get the hell out of there before everyone wonders what in her chemistry book could be making her scream out in passion. Lea: Oh, did I do that? Let me try to fix that... Andrea worried what else might be in store and was relieved to feel the chip settling down to a calm low setting. She'd have rather the damn thing be turned off but it gave her reason to sit back down. She looked around and no one had noticed, they were each doing exactly what they were doing a minute ago. "That was close," she thought almost strong enough to audibly mumble it. Her mind wondered, what if it wasn't so close, what if someone noticed? The thought got all tangled up with the warm feelings that continued to radiate from below and let her drift ever more wildly into fantasy. Maybe just one of the girls noticed, one of the really mean, bitchy ones. Mmm, what would she do with that kind of information, would she tell everyone or hold it over her head? A shudder ran through her spine and her hand reflectively went between her legs only to be reminded that there was a metal barrier keeping her hand from getting any ideas. Damn this wasn't fair of Lea! Andrea: Ok, you had your fun, could you turn it off now? A sharp jolt of pain emanated from her ass, Andrea nearly bit her tongue as she suppressed a scream. Again she looked around but again saw that nobody paid her any attention. Lea: Could you turn it off now... what? Andrea: Mistress! Could you turn it off now Mistress? And suddenly silence. Andrea sat back for a moment or two to regain the ground below her feet and for her heart to stop racing. She thought about telling Lea that this was over the line, but her resolve weakened as she looked around and realized with a thrill what she had just gotten away with. Lea sat back in her class quite pleased with herself as she put her phone back in her pocket. **** To Andrea's both excitement and anguish, Lea continued to tease her for small bursts like that every once in a while. It always took her by surprise, Lea seemed to know just when to catch her off guard. Not that there was any guarding to be done. And still every time it was a rush, either alone where she could really let herself feel it or in public when she had to suppress her response to hide it. Once it went off in the middle of a test as she sat surrounded by silence, she had to work harder than she ever did on any test to not disturb the room. She could try to step away from her phone so it couldn't set anything off, but her anal plug would then automatically zap her when she got back into range, with a strength and length proportionate to the time she kept away, a nasty little automatic feature to ensure compliance from the suit's software. Andrea had never felt so helpless, and yet she still hadn't exactly asked Lea to "halt" either. Despite the constant teasing, Lea had not yet let her cum, and the lack of relief was beginning to affect her mind. Her dreams were becoming incredibly sexual, they rarely ever used to get above about a PG-13. She woke up every morning with her hands already down around her crotch, only moving them once she became conscious enough to remember there was no way of reaching underneath the metal. Her nipples were seemingly compensating by becoming much more sensitive, frequently adding sexual frustration from normal everyday rubbing even when her NESIC wasn't on and tormenting her. It was Saturday again, now two weeks since Andrea had put on this infernal belt and still, no idea how long Lea planned to continue. As her phone buzzed it was almost instantly up to her face, a week and a half had made her instinctively fast to the draw. Lea: Hope you didn't make weekend plans without letting me know Andrea: No mistress Lea: Good, tell your parents you'll be staying with me tonight, you have 10 minutes to be standing by the road so I can pick you up. Pack junk cloths you don't mind getting dirty or ripped. Without giving it a second thought, Andrea began gathering up the essentials and rushed downstairs. She hesitated about how to phase it to her parents considering how little she knew, but they thought they knew Lea enough that didn't have any problems. She soon saw Lea's hatchback pull up filled with boxes but no other people. Lea didn't say where they were going, and Andrea didn't ask, but she was seemingly taking every turn she could towards wilderness and away from civilization. The roads were still paved but barely, eventually forest became about the only sight out the windows. She finally turned onto a gravel driveway almost completely hidden under a thick layer of last fall's leaves with a barely visible wooden address sign as the only indication that there was a driveway there at all. It was barely a car wide and twisted, turned and continued through the forest for much longer than Andrea thought a driveway should. It eventually climbed up and turned over a hill, descending down quite a ways to a cabin that seemed to be the driveway's dead end. "That's it, I got to know, where are we?" Andrea finally said, breaking the nearly hour and a half without mention of a destination. "Who's cabin is this?" Lea didn't answer, she only smiled as she parked and the cut the ignition. "Leave your stuff for now, I'll explain inside." From the outside it looked like it was a few cobwebs and a rusty ax away from being the set of a slasher movie, the rickety steps leading up to main door looked like they might give way at any moment. There was a poorly maintained covered car port on the right side, filled with rusting junk and stacked, rotting and probably spider infested firewood. It had a high and steep roof for what seemed to be just a one story building. From the front door it went in and bent around in a long L shape to the right with the covered car port in the corner it creates. Inside was much cleaner, the entrance led to a wide open living room with polished wooden floors and visible wooden supports for the high a-frame roof. The living room had two couches flanking a metal and brick fireplace, accompanied by a metal coffee table between them; but other than a few mirrors hanging up on the walls there seemed to be no other furniture, not even blinds on the windows. Down to the right was a hallway leading to more rooms, and against the far end was the kitchen, tall glass windows and a sliding door leading out to the deck at the back of the house. "Sit down, I got some big news." Lea said as she took a seat on the ledge in front of the fireplace. "So who's place is this and why are we here?" Andrea repeated seeming somewhat uneasy at the surprise of this place. "Well, I do," Lea said with a bit of a blush. "You do what?" "I own it." Lea replied meekly "The cabin? You own it? How?" Andrea asked in disbelief. "You know that program I made to control your chips from your, well um, my phone that is? Well it wasn't just for our own fun. When you were.. um.. lets say otherwise engaged at the FetFair, I got to mingle with a lot of the people there. After I heard about the phone app those suits come with I started to think if the same thing could be done for the chips. So I pitched the idea to Dr. Verma and after he kicked himself a bit for not thinking of it sooner, he said if I could get it to work he'd buy it. He's about to get approval to start selling his chips publicly and he said if I could get it working before launch he'd not only pay me but give me a 5% share in his company. One of the other people I met at the FetFair was wanting to sell this place and after I heard about it I made sure to get his contact info. Once I sent off a working program and got paid I made him an upfront, cash offer. I thought it was a crazy lowball offer myself that we'd negotiate higher from, but he took it anyway! Something about selling it quickly to avoid some taxes, I don't know. I've wanted to tell you for a while but then I thought 'how cool would it be if it was a surprise.'" Lea said as she tried but failed badly to keep a wide stupid grin from taking over her whole face. "So it's not really furnished much, and hasn't had a good cleaning on the outside since before winter, but I just took possession two days ago and I couldn't wait any longer to show someone. I don't know how I'm going to explain to my parents all the things that led up to how I got this kind of money, so for now you're the only one I've told!" By the time she had finished speaking she was positively giddy and bouncing her legs. Andrea didn't know how to respond at first. It was a lot to take in. Lea showed her around and it became even harder to believe. It had a master bedroom with an attached bathroom and a bigger bathroom off the hallway that included a huge walk-in shower with heads on multiple sides, the kind clearly meant for couples. There were two other bedrooms and a den or media room or something, whatever it was it had a projector and a built in bar at opposite ends of the room. There was a small sauna and a deck out back complete with (empty) freaking hot tub! There was a big paved area with a paved path leading to it from the stairs down the deck, it looked like someone had started to build half a basketball court or volleyball court because there were holes where metal poles could go, but they never bothered to paint lines or actually attach anything. Beyond the paved area was a bit of unkempt grass and weeds before everything looked to go back to untouched forest. The only other thing in site was what looked like a large but only half built tool shed off to the right of the paved square. The whole thing had total isolation, the hill hid the cabin from the road, which was quite a ways in the distance to begin with, and there was nothing else in sight in any direction. Bound Friends Pt. 03 "Lea, this is unbelievable" Andrea said as they finished touring around. "But I'm just... I mean it's great, but I mean why would your first instinct be to buy something so damn secluded? I didn't think I saw so much as a corner store for the last half hour. Of all the places to buy a home this doesn't seem like a first choice." "Well," Lea said as she slumped down on the couch and pulled out her phone. "First, I like the quiet sometimes, it can be nice to be so far away from everything and all the distractions you don't want. Second, no neighbors has its other perks." As she said the last part, Andrea felt a very strong shock reverberate through her ass which made her scream in surprise and pain. "See, no neighbors to complain about that," Lea said, able to finally shed the look of giddy excitement and trade it for something closer to the serious look she has when she's trying to be commanding. "And lastly, the guy selling it built in some interesting features. He said it made the place a bit off-putting to most people making it a real tough sell, he'd apparently been trying to sell it off and on for years, but I think you and I'll be able to appreciate them. But first, let's get you set up." **** After retrieving her bag from the car, Andrea went into the room she was told would be hers. It was kind of small and about as bare as everything else, there was only a metal frame bed and a small dresser with the top drawer empty but already slid out. There were metal bars in front of the sliding glass door, which she found very strange. Suddenly she heard the door behind her close and heard the electric clank of what she could see now was a very serious locking deadbolt apparatus. "I know it's a little Spartan, but I think it'll do just fine don't you?" snickered the voice of Lea through some speakers hidden somewhere Andrea couldn't see. "Now, set your phone and charger on the bed. Everything else put in the open drawer including what you're wearing. If you shut the drawer with anything but the phone and charger left outside you'll be sorry." Andrea looked around but realized quickly she really didn't have a choice, suddenly the bars made a lot more sense. She didn't know what Lea had in mind, but she trusted her enough not to ask questions. Besides, the absolute futility was quite obvious and certainly getting her going. Though that certainly wasn't hurt by the two weeks of denial she'd just been through. She did as she was told, folding the clothes she stripped off and placing her bag in without even bothering to open it up. As she shut the drawer she heard a small click as if it locked closed. When she grabbed the drawer's metal handle to see if she could open it again it rewarded her with a short shock. "When you're done, I've unlocked the bottom drawer, there should be a few things and instructions in there. Follow them and I will be back shortly." Andrea reached down for the lowermost metal handle, preparing herself for another shock but thankfully not getting one as the drawer slid open easily. The instructions were printed out in big letters and numbered out very exactly. Andrea didn't even give a second thought, she knew she needed not to deviate. First she took a long chain and stretching to reach was able to clip one end around an eye screw more or less in the dead center of the room. The ceiling seemed oddly low given how high the outside roof was, but Andrea didn't dwell on that thought very long. Next came some very thick, heavy chains that went around her neck like a collar. There was a bright red gag that looked very large but the padding was easily collapsible and shrunk to a size Andrea was actually comfortable with. The only things left were ankle cuffs and two pairs of handcuffs. She took them out, shut the dresser drawer, and walked to right under the chain. She feed the ankle cuffs through a ring attached to the floor. As she clicked each cuff around her ankles, it meant she could now not move more than a few inches from where she was. Of course with the room locked she didn't have a lot of freedom before either, she wasn't sure whether that thought was comforting or terrifying or both. She put the handcuffs on, one around each wrist, before she reached up to lock her collar to the ceiling chain. Then, with no small effort, she managed to cuff each remaining handcuff end just above the opposite elbow behind her back, trapping her it a kind of improvised box tie. She kind of expected the door to open any second with Lea marching through, but surprisingly that didn't happen. It gave her time to look around, though there wasn't much to see. She noticed the chest of drawers seemed to be fastened directly to the floor and wall, as was the metal bedframe. There was a number pad by the door, she didn't know how she could have missed that earlier. There were some bi-fold doors covering some kind of closet which seemed to have some metal rods raised up from the ground preventing the doors from being able to open. She counted several more rings attached to the floor and a few more eye bolts in the ceiling. Each of the rings was on a hinge and sat in a groove keeping them flush so they couldn't be tripped over when not in use, though there sure did seem to be a lot of them. The only thing she couldn't understand was a very skinny, short door that was at the far end of the wall near the windows. It opened out from the the wall the bedroom shared with the master bedroom and she couldn't think of why that would be necessary, and it too had a number pad next to it but no serious deadbolt, at least on this side. "Oh, you look pretty, smile for the cameras.." came Lea's disembodied voice. Andrea looked around but still couldn't find speakers though she did notice the four corners were slightly bubbled glass which must house cameras in all four corners. It was only really then that her nakedness hit her. She could turn in any direction but with her hands behind her and cameras all around her she was on full display. And with her arms held behind her as they were, her ample chest had little choice but to be puffed out quite prominently. "Don't be shy, give those cameras a little shake." Andrea blushed and smiled behind her gag. She turned to face the corner closest the door and bounced up and down as much as she could causing the first lines of drool to start dripping off her chin and onto her chest. She gasped as suddenly her efforts were being rewarded with her NESIC springing to life at a medium-high setting. She found she couldn't help but close her eyes and let the waves wash over her, blocking out everything else as she did. "I didn't say stop, would you rather a shock?" Lea said through the unseen speakers interrupting Andrea's daydream. She was much too distracted still to put creative effort in but she really didn't want the pleasure to stop and really really didn't want a shock, so she started bouncing again turning back and forth slightly as she did almost like some kind of sprinkler head. Andrea heard a beep and saw a green light on the keypad illuminate as Lea opened the door and walked in. She had changed out the regular looking cloths she came here with and had traded them in for something much more sexual. She was clad head to toe in a sheer crew neck black bodystocking leaving only her hands and her neck up uncovered. The fabric was rather opaque, but Andrea could still see the outline of some of her features including most prominently her pierced nipples. Andrea thought that was odd, Lea had never said she had gotten them pierced. The bodystocking might have been crotchless, but Lea wore a pair of black lace panties over the bodystocking, hiding the answer. She also had on some very slender stiletto heels that clicked as she walked across the wood floor. Slowly and methodically, Lea walked a circle around her shaking captive. As she passed behind, she ran a single finger down Andrea's side. It seemed so minor but with the NESIC turned up each bit of contact was amplified through her system. Lea walked back to the keypad and typed something in which let out another beep and dropped the metal rods that held the closet doors closed. Inside, the closet was not even a third full, whole shelves and bars sat empty, but what was there made Andrea do a double take. It held a half dozen whips and canes, some leather restraints, three marked bins holding the remaining pieces to her metal slave outfit (and presumably Sophia's and Megan's), and a big shelf filled with an uncountable number of neatly stacked coils of brownish rope. It was fistfuls of this rope that Lea grabbed and set on the bed. She closed the closet doors after a second trip and hit zero on the number pad which returned the rods and flashed a red light before she darted back to between Andrea and the bed holding all the rope. Lea started to work silently. She began by wrapping coils of the rope around her chest and over her arms both below and above the breast. Andrea found this rope much different to the touch than the white rope she had used before, it creaked and it stretched and it gripped in an entirely different way. Lea retrieved another rope and began to wrap it around her forams that the pair of cuffs had left trapped together. After cinching the rope once she wrapped it around her torso just below her rib cage, each time wrapping the rope over the cinch, pulling her arms closer to the body. With more rope still she then returned to the chest harness, cinching the rope coils between Andrea's arms and chest before wrapping ropes twice under her armpit, behind her neck and back down past her other armpit to return to the central knot. A final rope was added to the massive back knot, pulling on the rope behind her neck before crossing over her shoulders, wrapping around the coil below the breasts and returning. Only after checking the ropes a few times did Lea unlock the cuffs and throw them on the bed. Andrea tried to move but found almost no movement beyond opening and closing her hands was possible. At the same time there was no strong strain anywhere, her hands were pinned at a natural height rather than held up to the chest harness. The cinching of the chest harness was secure enough to keep the coils of rope from shifting but did not make the ropes overly tight since they started out quite loose. "Yes, I believe that should do," Lea said partly like she was confirming the job to herself and partly like she was trying to taunt her captive. She began to rub her arms around the bindings to test their security, but when she found they were secure she simply continued to move her hands around her helpless friend. She began to embrace Andrea from behind, giving Andrea the strange feel of the body stocking pressed against her. Lea's hand now had the room to explore Andrea's front, something Andrea was starting to greatly enjoy. When Lea reached up and cupped the left breast Andrea let a soft unintentional moan of pleasure escape her gagged mouth. Lea rested her head on Andrea's shoulders as she took in her hand the left nipple between her thumb and finger and began to roll it around, alternating between soft and painful. Andrea closed her eyes and tilted her own head back enjoying the feelings running through her. As Lea switched her attention to the right breast, Andrea found herself leaning in to her friend, tightening the embrace between the two. With her right hand occupied, Lea began to move her left one down slowly, eventually reaching the metal chastity plate which she began tapping with her nails. "Has it been hard having this on?" Andrea grunted in the affirmative, pressing her cheek against her friends as she nodded her head slowly up and down. "Do you want me to take it off?" Lea asked softly. This got much more frantic head bobbing as Andrea tried her best to articulate an answer from behind her gag. Lea moved her left arm up to her friend's head, holding it back. "Maybe," Lea continued in a whisper directly into Andrea's ear. "If you beg," Andrea began breathing heavy, building up to try and form an intelligible word. "Prhhhesh, preef rut me oot" Andrea grunted, knowing even as she was saying it that even she could hardly understand her. Her answer got her right nipple pinched and twisted hard causing her to cry out as best she could "Please.." Lea said as she continued to twist the nipple harder. "Mhichtish! Phreech Michtherish!" Andrea shouted which was enough to get Lea to release her painful grip. "Better." **** Lea unlocked Andrea's collar and threw the chain on the bed. She picked up yet another coil of rope and began to wrap it around Andrea's neck. Andrea began to panic a little, but she could feel how loose the rope was and the worry soon passed. With enough rope left over for a convincing leash Lea bent down, rope in hand, and freed Andrea's ankles from their cuffs. "This way," Lea said as she tugged on the leash in her hand. Andrea would have followed anyway, but it made it hotter to her that she really had no choice in the matter. All the while her NESIC continued to buzz on giving everything that was happening just that extra tint of arousal. The two of them walked back to the living room where Lea stopped at one of the mirrors on the wall. To Andrea's surprise, Lea opened up a door that the mirror had been hiding. It looked kind of like a fuse box, made entirely of metal and with several black plastic switches. "Like I said, the last guy put in a whole bunch of stuff," she said as she flipped a switch which slid a metal covering in the middle of one of the roof supports open. As she held down another switch, Andrea watched in amazement as a metal cable with a 4 inch ring at the end descended from the new opening until it was about waist high. Andrea was so distracted she didn't even notice Lea walking over to it with her leash until she felt it tug. Lea pulled Andrea towards the cable and disappeared behind her to do some unseen work. Andrea felt some of the ropes loosen and then retighten, but everything was still very comfortable. She saw her leash drop to the floor as Lea walked back over to the panel. Andrea started to follow but only got a few steps before the cable kept her from moving any more. Lea held the same switch the other way and Andrea looked up as she saw the cable very slowly retract into the overhead beam at maybe a quarter the speed with which it lowered. It pulled her to the centre and she could feel it starting to take some of her weight but that was where it stopped. Andrea still had her feet flat on the floor, but any movement in any direction and her feet would be off the ground. Lea walked slowly over to the coffee table where her phone was, clicking her heels intimidatingly as she went. "So, let's see what two weeks has done," she said as she hit the release button. Andrea could feel the click as her belt released the plate, but not fully enough to fall down on it's own. Lea knelt down on her heels very close in front of Andrea, knees straddling either side of her legs. She looked up and smiled a coy smile as she pulled away the chastity plate.The cool air hit her exposed and, to Andrea's surprise, still bare pussy. The fresh air sent a wave of relief through Andrea, which was only added to when Lea reached behind and removed the small anal plug that had been in there for two weeks. Without moving from her spot she reached up and began to unscrew the belt which soon came off and was set to Andrea's side. Lea slowly rose up where she was, which brought her in very close proximity to Andrea. She walked over and returned with another rope which she started wrapping around Andrea's left leg loosely just above the knee. After tying off the rope, Lea took the slack and brought it up to the ring behind Andrea. She played with how steep an angle to raise the leg, but settled on just about 90 degrees which seemed to put very little strain on Andrea. Andrea was suddenly very glad she was secured because it was only seconds later she lost her footing temporarily. Had the cable not held her she would have fallen flat on her face long before she could have replanted her leg and regained her balance. But Lea wasn't quite done. She took one more rope and began to pin Andrea's left ankle to her thigh, keeping the elevated angle but not removing her foot's ability to move.Lea stood back to admire her work, slightly chuckling to herself a bit before asking "so you think you can get out of this?" Andrea didn't feel that needed a response. Lea grabbed her by the torso and began to spin her. Andrea had little ability to assist or prevent so she simply hopped occasionally, allowing her one unbound foot to re-centre as she went. Lea stopped turning Andrea once she faced one of the couches, which she then took the time to lay down on. Andrea began exploring her binding, but there was about as much to explore as there was to see in her room. She could lean forward which put her weight on her chest and to a small degree her leg. She could open and close her hands, but there wasn't a knot anywhere close to her so there was really very little they could do. No there was very little to do at all but stand there and try to enjoy the pleasure emanating from her chip. Andrea had no good concept of time, but soon she found she was becoming desperate. Lea had never left her chip on this long before and she began to look pleadingly at her friend. Lea seemed to know exactly what was going on and was loving it. She had rarely been in person with Andrea when she had activated the chip, she thought it would be more fun to do so when she was away so Andrea couldn't see it coming. But Andrea was so deliciously vulnerable, so utterly helpless and in such desperate need to cum. Lea did nothing to hide her own arousal at watching this unfold. She began to rub her stocking clad legs together for the sensation, she began to run hands up and down herself, something she did with more earnest when she saw the response it was getting from Andrea. She rubbed her breasts, sending shock waves through as she reached the nipple as she had still not fully grown used to her new piercings. Lea's other hand traveled down to her crotch and she let out a few gasps of pleasure, but made sure to exaggerate for Andrea's sake. Andrea's eyes became as wide as moons, pleading for what she was sure Lea knew she wanted. She didn't yet want to try to ask, not only because she wasn't sure she could form the words but also because she wasn't sure what Lea would do. She was at her mercy and thought that if she pleaded too strongly Lea might simply turn the chip off altogether, which may be better than what she had now, but still not something she wanted. Worse still, she might punish her or simply leave the chip on for hours without allowing her to cum. Andrea tried to picture it but wasn't sure her mind wouldn't break after an hour or two of this. Lea slid her fingers down to remove her panties revealing that the bodystocking was indeed crotchless. Her pale skin made the opening even more prominent against the black bodystocking and black leather couch. Andrea let out a frustrated groan as she watched her friend begin to rub herself. Lea knew she had a desperate audience of one, so she made sure to put on a show which only seemed to bring her to climax faster than usual. She lay spent for a few moments before getting back up and facing Andrea. "I feel like I need a name for you," she said as she reached her arms behind to undo the gag. A line of drool fell as she removed it. "While you're here, you aren't Andrea." "Then who am I Mistress?" Andrea asked desperately trying to suppress anything that could be considered sarcasm or sass. "Well can you get out?" Lea asked. Bound Friends Pt. 03 "No Mistress." "Did your room look like something you could get free from yourself?" "No Mistress" "And if you could get out of this house, do you have any possession you can access?" "No Mistress," Andrea said after only a slight pause. It started to dawn on her just how dependent on Lea she had become. "Well then, it sounds like you've basically lost your possessions and freedom, doesn't it?" Lea said with a much more biting tone, making every word dig in. "And who else has no freedom or possessions?" Andrea was fairly sure she knew the answer Lea wanted, but was having trouble forming the words. After a few deep breaths to accept what she was about to admit to, she closed her eyes and simply whispered "slaves." Hearing herself say that sent her mind racing. She started to realize that no one knows she's here. She started to panic that she couldn't get out of here on her own. She couldn't do anything on her own. If Lea wanted she would be trapped standing here for the rest of her life, however long or short that ended up being. A few seconds of runaway thoughts later she was brought back to earth with a swat to the ass, reminding her blurt out much louder "slaves, MISTRESS!" She started breathing very heavy now and hung her head trying to think of anything but what she had just admitted to. "That's right, of course my slave knows she can always halt this right?" Lea said as she bent to meet Andrea's downturned gaze. There seemed to be genuine concern in her eyes, and a smile that seemed to have no hidden agenda beyond reassurance. A surge of calm washed over Andrea, in the heat of things she had almost forgot that this wasn't real. She may not have had any physical freedom, but she still trusted her friend enough to know she could have it back whenever she wanted. It wasn't so much taken as it was borrowed. "But until then, your ass is mine slave," Lea said as she walked right up to her slave, grabbing her ass with one hand while pressing foreheads together and looking right into her eyes as she spoke. Without breaking eye contact, Lea reached down with her other hand and began to rub Andrea's pussy. Andrea gasped, she had been tormented so long by her chip that this new kind of stimulation felt almost indescribable. Where as the chip aroused and teased, this had the ability to actually make her cum. Before Andrea even gave herself time to think she started grinding, as little as she could anyway, against Lea's hand. The sensation was amazing and when combined with what she had been going through was nearly enough to send her over the edge in just moments. Lea could see it and decided for that reason to pull her hand away. Lea leaned in and softly whispered "beg for it," and then stood back to take the whole sight in. "Oh, please Mistress. Please, don't stop, please come back." "Come back and do... what?" Lea asked as she crossed her arms to emphasize the last word. "Please let me cum Mistress." "Let you?" Lea asked as she reached for her phone on the coffee table. She proceeded to turn Andrea's chip up to maximum before continuing. "If you can cum on your own, by all means do so." She sat back down on the couch and crossed her legs, "Well go on, cum." Andrea focused all her attention on the stimulation. It was intense, but no matter how pleasurable it felt she couldn't translate it into an orgasm. She tried pulling at her bonds but they were as tight as ever, and with one leg raised she couldn't even try to rub herself that way. "I.. I can't Mistress." "Well go on then ask something else. I want to hear you say it. I want YOU to hear you say it." Lea said this with a devilish look in her eye, not really sadistic, more like the look of someone who sees themselves winning a chess game a few moves from now and is just waiting for the other player to catch up. A shiver ran down Andreas spine as she thought about what she needed to say. Though she thought that might also have been the chip. "Mistress, please make me cum," she said unable to look Lea in the eye as she did. "I'm sorry, one more time?" Lea asked, knowing they both knew full well she heard the first time and that she simply wanted to bask in it. "Mistress, please, please make me cum," Andrea blurted out, this time able to raise her head to look over to where Lea was sitting. Phone in hand, Lea bagan slowly walking over to Andrea really letting each click of her heel reverberate. "And what are you?" She asked. "A slave... I mean a slave, Mistress." "And who owns you slave?" Lea asked while showing off her thumb just above a big red button on her phone's screen. "You do Mistress." Andrea heard the words come out of her mouth but they almost sounded alien. Had she really just said that? Lea cocked half a smile and pressed her thumb down to the screen. Immediately a new sensation joined the ones already raging, sending Andrea crashing over the edge of a long building orgasm. She was so overcome she couldn't even scream out at first, more than making up for it soon after as she yelled an incoherent melding of ohs, ahhs, fucks and yeses. She kicked her leg around involuntarily, transferring all her weight to her chest and other leg. When it finally seemed to be coming to a close she simply dropped her leg and hung her head with the kind of rag-doll properties you might expect when someone passes out. Lea turned the chip down to a low setting on her phone and brushed Andreas hair away to make sure she was alright. She was breathing heavy, she seemed to be looking at something a million mile away cross eyed, but she seemed to be there at least in part. "Are you ok?" Lea asked, suddenly overcome with worry and more than a little guilt. She had kind of pushed for this, she wondered if she might have gone too far. "Look if you want to call it a day I can start untie..." "No, don't. I'm fine. I mean I loved it. I mean," she stammered out between deep gasps for air, becoming slightly more intelligible with each new statement. She looked up at Lea who brushed her hair aside. "I mean whatever you want Mistress. I'm still your slave remember?" Lea smiled, both out of relief and out of excitement. She reached back to retrieve the gag she had earlier removed and stuffed it back in Andrea's mouth before turning up Andrea's chip just a little more and heading back to her bedroom leaving Andrea all alone. **** Lea lept onto her bed with an absolutely stupid grin plastered across her face. On her laptop she switched from the cameras in Andrea's bedroom to cameras in the living room, watching from afar as Andrea began to look around her surroundings. She watched as Andrea quickly realized how little there was to look at and began to twist around in her bindings. Behind her gag, Lea could almost make out a shy smile as Andrea closed her eyes to really take in the feelings of the ropes. For minutes Andrea stood there with her eyes closed, putting up only token struggle. Lea ducked into Andrea's room and grabbed from the closet a leather blindfold. She took off her heels and silently crept up to Andrea who seemed to keep her eyes closed and not hear her friend creep. When she was behind her, Lea put the blindfold over her eyes before Andrea even knew what was happening. Andrea started to buck and squarm as Lea tried to buckle it behind her head. But with a few shushing noises, Andrea seemed to calm down enough to allow Lea to finish. After Lea pulled away, Andrea tried shaking the blindfold off but it wasn't budging. She tried cocking her head this way or that but without her heels tapping away Andrea couldn't even guess as to where Lea might be. It didn't take long for her to give up on that too and return to the soft struggle and pleasurable enjoyment she had been doing earlier which allowed Lea to sneak up in the first place. Lea for her part seemed to alternate between the work of unpacking the car and toying with her captive, leaving long periods of isolation between encounters. She would leave Andrea alone for 20 minutes only to silently approach to give a few good whacks with a flogger before leaving her again. Other times she would simply start rubbing her hands along Andrea's exposed body. Andrea would always moan in response and lean in to wherever Lea's hands happened to be. The sun was getting low in the sky by the time Lea had finished with all her boxes. She got changed into a satin bathrobe and headed out to see how her friend was holding up. Lea returned and unfastened Andreas gag, a line of drool spilling out and onto the floor as she did. "How are you feeling?" Lea asked, sounding like she was straddling the line between caring friend and tough Mistress. "I'm getting a little cold and my leg would really like down now," Andrea answered after moving her jaw around some. A wicked smile began to cross Lea's face before she realized no one could see it. She walked up to Andrea and embraced her, pressing against her chest and wrapping her hands around behind her. She was indeed a bit chilled to the touch and did what little she could to reciprocate the embrace, wrapping her bent leg around Lea's side. Lea reached over and began to untie Andrea's leg, letting it eventually crash to the floor once the rope had been freed from behind her. Andrea groaned in relief at having both legs free again. Then Lea unfastened the ropes holding Andrea to the cable, making sure to be able to catch her as she lost balance. Lea grabbed hold of the leash still dangling around Andrea's neck and gave it a quick tug telling Andrea without any words to follow. This was particularly disorienting for Andrea, she wasn't familiar with the house yet, she hadn't been forced to fully support her own weight in hours and she couldn't see anything. Needless to say it didn't matter, in all her time bound she never got any closer to freeing herself and was still totally at Lea's mercy. "Let's get you warmed up," Lea said as she opened the door to the small wooden sauna. She had turned it on a bit ago, assuming it might be needed. She hung her robe and entered with Andrea in toe both naked. The hot dry air felt good to Andrea. She was lead to sit down on the wooden benche, the wood planks were separated by quite large gaps but still solid enough to sit on without problem. Lea scooted her to the very back of the beach, letting her hands rest against the wood frame. Andrea felt her left leg being tugged by the rope still attached to it and pulled up until her feet were also up on the bench. She felt the rope tighten and pull her knee towards her chest but couldn't feel it actually attach to her chest harness. Then she felt Lea guide her right leg into roughly the same position before feeling coils of rope fed around that leg too. She had clearly only traded one bound position for another. And while sitting is certainly more comfortable than standing, with her legs held up and slightly to the sides of her chest she felt extremely exposed with nothing she could do to hide. Lea soon took full advantage of this vulnerability, moving close and beginning to rub her hand along Andrea's very exposed pussy. Because Andrea couldn't see it coming she let out a loud full bodied gasp as she first felt contact. Lea moved in close and whispered in her friend's ear "Are you warming up now slave?" "Mmm, yes Mistress," she said as she started to grind her hips against the contact she was getting. Lea watched all the subtle squirms and jolts her captive was making as she herself continued to get more and more turned on by them. Slowly she leaned in and put her lips over Andrea's right nipple giving it a quick suck and flick of the tongue. Andrea turned her head to one side and let out an even louder moan of pleasure which only served to encourage Lea. She began to nibble, even lightly bite and pull on first her right and then left nipple receiving groans of pleasure with each new action. Lea moved up to better watch her friends expressions even when hided slightly behind the leather blindfold. With two fingers she stopped simply rubbing her friend and plunged inside eliciting probably the loudest groan to date. As Lea began to pump her fingers in and out, Andrea's mouth went wide and silent, like she was so winded she could not even scream. Her head bobbed from one extreme side to the other, never wanting to stay in the middle. With her free hand Lea grabbed hold of Andrea's chin and held it still in front of her. As Andrea opened her mouth gasping out another silent scream, Lea moved in. Her lips locked against Andrea's in a passionate embrace. Andrea began to return the gesture, pushing against Lea while continuing to rock against the fingers inside of her. Lea moved Andrea's head back to the side and began kissing her neck. She could feel Andrea fighting against her wanting to move her head back to where it was but without good leverage Lea held her in place. When she let go she began moving slowly down kissing every few inches as she went. Eventually she had to remove her fingers, something Andrea seemed upset about, in order to bend over more. By the time she reached her belly button, Andrea was squirming around but Lea would not be rushed. With both hands, Lea grabbed Andrea by the back of the ass and scooted her just slightly forward, giving a bit better of an angle. This meat the ropes that were at her knees pulled tighter, spreading her even more than she was. When she finally made contact Andrea gave out a low grunt of satisfaction. Lea began toying with her, flicking, sucking, and with each new action a new animalistic grunt came from Andrea. In very short time she cried out "Mistress, Mistress can I... I... can I please cum Mistress" Lea looked up over the now sweaty ball of arousal, pulling on every rope and looking in all directions as if that could distract her from what was happening. She did not answer but instead slowed down, taking pauses between action and making each action just a little slower. "Please Mistress. Please Lea! Please I can't take this! Please!" Lea removed her mouth and replaced it with some very fast moving fingers as she let out "You may." Within seconds Lea could feel Andrea's pussy tightening around her fingers, as near defining screams came out from the overspent slave. It came as cascades of grunts and swears, all while jerking about like a fish trying and failing to escape a net. Eventually there was quiet apart from some heavy breathing. Lea had long since removed her fingers and now reached over to turn off Andrea's NESIC. She stretched up to unbuckle Andrea's blindfold. Andrea blinked hard taking her time to adjust to the presence of light again. Lea held close trying to read her friend now slightly worried she may have thought this was over the line. Instead, once her eyes adjusted Andrea closed the small gap moving her head in for another kiss. "That was," Andrea said after pulling back once more "the most intense thing I've ever experienced." "So does that mean you're up for more?" Lea asked without wanting to sound like she was pushing her luck. "Not now, god I'll be lucky if I can stand in the next ten minutes. No not now, no, halt, I'm done." Lea couldn't be upset, she had been in and out of it but it had been hours without rest for Andrea. She untied Andrea's legs and began to work on her harness. The ropes were drenched in sweat and took seemingly forever to take off. But once they were, Andrea simply collapsed over to one side, stretching out and letting her arms rest at her side. **** Andrea took her time collecting herself while Lea had long since left. Andrea heard her use the shower and finish long before she even sat up. By the time she left to take a shower as well, she could hear Lea working away in the kitchen. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until just that moment. She turned on the shower and looked herself over in the mirror. Her hair was matted to her forehead, she could see rope marks all over, and there was more than a little hardened drool on her chin. There was already a fresh towel waiting, a shower sounded good. While she didn't say anything, Andrea heard Lea briefly open the bathroom door, set something down and leave again while she showered. When Andrea came out she saw that Lea had set down two neat piles with note. On one pile was one of Andrea's black cami top and the old grey sweatpants with the small rip she had packed to sleep in. On the other was her metal collar, matching wrist and ankle cuffs, a short chain to connect the cuffs, and the alan key to attach them all.The note simply read "For whatever you're in the mood for." Andrea thought it over, not wanting to done for the night, but certainly not wanting to say she was ready for another round already. She smiled to herself as she figured "why choose?" She put on the shirt and pants, but also took the time to screw on the collar and cuffs. After some brief hesitation, she decided to attach the chain between her wrists in front of her as well. She could still certainly eat, but it would certainly be impossible to ignore. Lea was not a fancy cook, but some cooked pasta with some canned tuna and alfredo was certainly more than good enough to Andrea's very hungry stomach. Lea noticed Andrea's choice of outfit, how could she not as Andrea ate pasta in cuffs and chains, but decided not to make much acknowledgement. There was an uneasiness in her eyes that seemed to be screaming out "I don't know what to do next." So they stayed with more innocent conversation as they sat across from each other at the coffee table. "I got to ask," Andrea eventually said as she pushed her empty plate aside. "Why just me?" Lea flushed a bit before regaining a look of confidence. "Well this is all a little crazy, ok a lot crazy. This house, all the extra stuff, whole bunch of it I haven't even shown you yet, how far away it is, and the thought of more than one of you up here with me for the first time seemed overwhelming. Basically I wanted a little guinea pig for the first night staying here and I thought..." Lea turned her gaze down to her empty plate "I kind of thought you might be the right kind of guinea pig for that." "That explains why I'm alone, but why me not Sophia or Megan?" Andrea asked, trying not to sound too insistent. "Well.." Lea began by looking up only to quickly move her gaze somewhere else. "Megan can be a little... intense. She seems to always want to keep going and I don't think she knows when to say stop. Her level of ambition all channeled into this sometimes seems like too much for me. Sophia, now that she knows a bit more what this is all about, she likes to put up a fight. It can be anywhere from a little extra defiance or struggling to full on wrestling me for control. I didn't want to deal with that either. You.." Lea trailed off slightly before reorienting her gaze back at Andrea. "You're a happy middle, I don't have to worry about you the same way, especially when I... when I don't always feel like I know what I'm doing." There was a sense of uneasiness to her words, which made Andrea very unsure about how to proceed. She decided to go over and sit next to her friend. She could see Lea's hand shaking, though she was certainly trying to hide it. "Hey," Andrea said as she reached over and held Lea's hand. "Don't worry so much. You seem to know what you're doing just fine today." Lea cleared her throat and closed her eyes as she tried to push the doubt from her mind. "I mean, if I didn't trust you do you think I'd have put these on?" Andrea asked as she raised up her hands and shook her cuffs to make a noise. Andrea flashed her friend a smile, one she soon began to return. Lea took hold of Andrea's cuffs by the chain. She paused staring at the cuffs not quite like she was studying them but more running through what to do with them next. "Well, it's starting to get dark." Lea eventually said looking back up at Andrea but not taking her hands off the cuffs. "I still haven't filled the hot tub so that wouldn't be ready or heated this weekend, assuming the winter didn't crack anything to begin with. There's no seats but the projector in the other room is hooked up to satellite, we could watch some of that. Or.. we could always..." Lea shook the chain rather than audibly finish the question. Bound Friends Pt. 03 "Well what did you have in mind?" "Oh," Lea said letting go of the chain. "I was kind of only half serious. How are you not burnt out yet?" Andrea pulled her hands back and blushed slightly. "Well I don't know. I think all the... all the teasing you put me through might have something to do with it. But also when I'm out here it's different than just in your basement. It just is, maybe cause this place doesn't have a history going back to when we were little kids like your parent's house does. But I can drift off into much heavier fantasy out here than back there. God, I didn't used to be like this, I blame you. You made me like this!" Andrea mocked as she raised her cuffed hands up to point at Lea right in her face. "Oh yeah?" Lea replied, continuing the sarcastic mocking tone Andrea adopted. "And what exactly have I made you?" "Well I didn't used to think about being chained up somewhere, that's all you hon. Like when I was blindfolded, gagged and just left to dangle that was amazing. For all I knew you had driven off to leave me, or you were there watching the whole time, I didn't know which and there was nothing I could do to make a choice even if I did. No I was kept there as a bound up ball of arousal and there wasn't anything I could do to change that. And I wasn't just helpless, I was left there to myself. There's something majorly thrilling about all of it. I could never have guessed, and if you had told me I'd think this way a few months ago I'd have called you a dirty liar." Lea chuckled slightly, "how dirty exactly?" "Oh shut up, you know what I mean." Andrea said playfully indigent. "Pretty sure I do." Lea said nodding her head "Yeah, there's just something about not being able to control anything. And the blindfold let my mind go to all kinds of crazy places, all kinds of scenarios." "So is it the blindness or the scenarios that was making it so hot?" Lea asked inquisitively. Andrea had to think about this for a second. At one point she even closed her eyes, presumably taking the question very seriously. "Maybe 80/20 scenario?" She eventually said without a lot of confidence in her voice and still with her eyes closed. "Yeah, that's about right," she said with a bit more confidence as she opened her eyes. "It's probably mostly about my mind taking me through different stories, pretending I'm somewhere else doing something else. Pretending I can't just 'halt' the whole thing. And when I was blindfolded I kind of had to make up my own world since I couldn't see the one I was in." Andrea paused for a moment before continuing. "Did I just start some gears turning? You look kind of deep in thought all of a sudden." Lea smirked, "you maybe did. So tell me, would you want to know the, I guess you were calling it 'story' before you started or is discovering it as you go part of the fun?" "Well I don't know, it's not like I've got a lot of experience either way. I mean I'd maybe want to know the set up, but it's not like I'd want a script laying out the whole thing or something. It would kind of kill it if I knew it too well I think. I don't quite want to see what's coming, and I don't want to have a choice once it gets going." "So is it fair to guess you'd want me to get something like that going tonight, or are you too exhausted to start something new?" Andrea smiled and sat up a little taller. "Not at all... Mistress." "Well, it might be dark but it's still kinda early, there'll be plenty of time for something more." Lea said as she stood up took their plates back to the kitchen. Andrea got up to use the bathroom and in the short time she was away, Lea's mind was already racing for what the next step should be. When Andrea was done she took her turn in the bathroom and before she was even done she started to form an idea and a wicked smile to join it. **** "So when you put on that collar, do you remember some of the things it could do?" Lea asked as she came back from the bathroom and once again pulled out her phone. The color drained from Andrea's face as a sudden and sinking realization gripped her. She had only thought as far as the look and feel, forgetting entirely about its ability to deliver painful shocks. "Oh, so I guess you do." Lea continued after allowing time for the news to sink in with Andrea. "Oh and see this?" Lea asked as she dangled the alan key she had retrieved from the bathroom before quickly putting it in her pocket. "Looks like you aren't going to be able to take it off either. You said you didn't want a choice right? Looks like you've already doomed yourself to that. I mean unless you like getting zapped..." Andrea's thumb hovered over her phone's screen as she spoke. Andrea dropped to the floor on her knees "I'll be good Mistress," she said with pleading eyes. Lea glided past her kneeling friend and gestured with a finger to follow. "Back in older times," Lea began without turning back to look at Andrea. "important people would have their servants test things out for them. Well I haven't actually slept here yet, and how would I know if I could if I don't have someone test it out first?" She opened the door to her room and walked in as she continued monologuing. Unlike the very utilitarian, almost industrial steel frame bed in Andrea's room, Lea's bed was immaculate. It was an absolutely massive king size four poster bed with solid carved wood, occasional metal joints, metal bars along the skirt, metal decorative elements and slightly concealed hinged metal rings all along the sides. It was absolutely stunning, Andrea couldn't help but stand and gawk. "Well don't just stand there," Lea said as she grabbed the front hook of Andrea's collar and led her to the right side of the bed. She walked her back to where her legs were against the side of the bed and with a strong shove, pushed Andrea onto the bed. "Do not move." Lea said as she quickly darted out of the room. When she returned she had her hands full. She first attached chains to each of Andrea's metal ankle cuffs. Centering her along the right half of the bed, Lea worked speedily to lock each leg chain to a hoop, one at the outer corner of the bed and one dead centre. It left her legs spread slightly but not much. Still remaining silent, Lea unlocked the short chain between Andrea's wrist cuffs, replacing it quickly with two longer chains on either wrist. She grabbed Andrea by the belly and pulled her up as far as her legs would let her. Finally she pulled Andrea's arms spread as far as they would go and locked them to rings at the center and edge of the bed, matching her legs. Lea got up onto the bed and straddled Andrea's stomach, still bare from when Lea had grabbed it to pull her legs tight. "So, you like not being able to go anywhere? Well I don't think you're going to be going anywhere for a long time. Oh but you probably knew that already. There's no way for you to get out is there?" Andrea pulled on her extremities but there was no give. She tried bucking around but with Lea sitting on top of her she was pinned just about everywhere else as well. "No Mistress, I can't get out." "That's what I like to hear, and speaking of hear..." Lea said before reaching behind her to the pile of stuff she had collected and dumped. She pulled out two foam earplugs which she began to start twisting and compressing before inserting them one at a time into Andrea's ears. As they grew inside her ears they felt strange but not painful, and much more effective than she would have thought. It took Lea bending over and speaking directly into her ear to understand that Lea was asking "are they hurting?" Andrea shook her head that they weren't. Lea pulled out a leather blindfold next, seemingly the same one Andrea had worn earlier. Andrea wasn't going to resist, she even lifted her head to help Lea buckle the strap behind her head. What she hadn't of counted on was how much more disorienting the blindfold was with her ears so blocked up. Earlier she could listen to try to hear what was happening, and even while she usually couldn't tell what was happening there was a bit of a mental comfort that was now gone. Andrea began to panic but what could she do? She shook her head but the blindfold wasn't coming off. She tried rubbing the side of her head against the bed to try and inch the strap away, and that at least was yielding some results. Before she could move enough to see however she felt both of her nipples explode in pain as Lea slapped each breast hard through the thin shirt that offered so little protection. Lea leaned in so that Andrea could hear her scold "that's a very bad slave" before she got off of Andrea altogether. Andrea now had no way of telling where Lea went, but despite the earlier pain she returned to trying to remove the blindfold by rubbing the side of her face against the bed. Lea returned and sat at the side of the bed, intentionally alerting Andrea to her presence. She instantly stopped what she was doing but she had already been able to move it just a bit giving her a small crack of light. The victory was short lived as Lea returned the blindfold to its place in less than a second. Then Andrea felt more straps being placed over her face. A web of leather, which Lea began fastening behind her head at the back of the neck and high up at forehead level. Straps ran under her chin, over her cheeks, over the top of her head, circled completely around her forehead, very similar to the layout of a harness gag Andrea thought. She kept expecting she would have to open her mouth to accept a gag but one never came, and as straps kept getting tightened the likelihood one was hiding kept dropping. Lea gave it a few test tugs before slapping the side of Andrea's cheek and leaning in to say "lets see you squirm out of this now." Andrea did try and instantly noticed that because it was covered by the head harness there was absolutely no way the blindfold was moving any more. There was something about knowing for sure that her efforts were futile that allowed the earlier panic to be replaced with excitement. She stretched out and pulled on each of her bindings, now allowing herself the chance to get more immersed in her situation. Lea lifted up Andrea's head and slid a small pillow underneath. It helped Andrea begin to relax into her position, but she was soon startled when she felt headphones go over her ears. She couldn't help but vocalize "aren't the plugs enough?" But when white noise began playing it became almost impossible to even hear her own breathing. Her ears had found a whole new level of uselessness and so her question seemed to answer itself. Andrea could feel Lea get off the side of the bed, but could not see or hear it. She became totally lost, unable to measure time, barely able to move, and with her primary senses totally isolated from the world. Minutes later, but with no idea how many minutes, Andrea felt her NESIC spring back to life at a high setting. She pulled her legs in but they wouldn't retract. She grabbed her chains with her hands and pulled but to no more effect than her legs. She tried stretching her arms out to reach the locks, she wasn't sure what she would do to them without a key, but she couldn't do that either. No she was utterly helpless and the quickly growing arousal wasn't just the result of the chip as Andrea gave up testing her bonds knowing they couldn't move. Lea sat across the room in a padded chair, one of the very few other pieces of furniture in the room, staring at Andrea. Watching as she writhed around in pure bliss unable to do anything but the smallest moves. As time passed, Andrea's moves began to take on a more desperate tone, the kind of looks and movements of someone who's now badly wanting to cum. The situation she was in plus the chip had clearly already taken her to the edge but as they both deliciously knew it would not be enough to carry her over the edge unless Lea decided to let it to do so. Without outside stimulus or pushing the right button on her phone relief could never come. Lea turned to her phone and decided it looked like so much fun she would join her friend in anguish by turning her own chip to max. It had been a while and the feeling took her rather by surprise. It wasn't long before she was flushed and breathing heavy, just like Andrea. Lea turned both her and Andrea's ships down to a medium, enough to keep the pink haze of over-arousal, but not enough that they are both a few good touches away from orgasm. She dashed over to grab a few things before stripping naked and laying down on the other side of the bed. Andrea nearly jumped when she felt the bed ever so slightly rock, while at least figuratively jumped since she was still very much trapped. She listened but heard nothing, darted her head around but saw nothing, and when she felt something metal she didn't know was coming appear from nowhere to start gliding down her right arm, she let out an unrestricted moan, both of pleasure and pure beautiful frustration. It glided down her arm and across her shoulders, tripping over and slightly tugging each of the shirt's straps as it went. It disappeared from touch, the only sense Andrea was getting her information from, only to reappear at her midriff above her belly button. The metal end began gliding up the centre of Andrea's chest under her shirt and as it did she could feel the grip of her shirt loosen at the sides. She only recognized it as a pair of scissors cutting away her shirt when it was inches from done. The realization sent another wave of "must escape" panic through her, but a few tugs on her chains and it all got translated over to "I'm so utterly helpless" excitement. She felt her shirt fall to either side of her, exposing her upper body to the air. She felt Lea straddle her belly, but seemed to be facing towards her feet. She felt the cool tip of metal reappear at the side of her left hip but this time she knew exactly what it was. She tried kicking, but Lea had clearly anticipated this, by straddling her middle it left almost no joint with enough room to move in at meaningful degree. No, she felt her pants being cut away and there was nothing she could physically do about it. First the left leg then the right. When Lea was done she got off and removed the torn shirt and pants leaving Andrea's spread eagle position a lot more exposing. She thought about saying something since she was still ungagged, but what really would she say? Lea rolled over to Andrea's side, forming a kind of awkward big spoon. Her legs wrapped around Andrea's left leg while her left hand supported her head's weight and her right was free to explore Andrea's exposed body. And without a gag every moan was heard clearly no matter how soft. The moans combined with her chip plugging away as well it served to make Lea incredibly aroused. It started making Lea more aggressive. She pulled herself closer in, making more direct contact up and down her body including now resting her pussy against Andrea's leg. She took one of Andrea's tits in her mouth and began to play and tease. Her hand moved down making direct contact with Andrea's own pussy. She grinded against Andrea's leg as she pulled herself higher to get up to Andrea's head level, and for the first time Lea let out her own moan of pleasure. Of course Andrea couldn't hear it. When Lea's hands found the clit, Andrea arched her back and dropped her jaw in a gasp of pure relief. Before it closed, Lea moved in to lock lips once again. As they kissed, Lea began replaced her hand by bending her right leg up to make contact with Andrea's pussy. She began to sway her hips, rubbing her pussy against Andrea's side sending waves of excitement through her. But somewhat to Lea's surprise Andrea began to match her, grinding her hips rhythmically against Lea's right leg. Lea used both hands to pull herself in tighter as she picked up the pace and felt herself approaching an orgasm. Lea began panting more heavily and had to move her head to the side to get as much air as her body was telling her she needed. She knew she was getting close but could hear that Andrea was as well. Moment's before she came she grabbed one of Andrea's nipples and twisted hard to make sure her friend didn't finish before her. The orgasm came crashing through her as she heard her friend cry out in pain. Lea was now slightly spent, but Andrea kept rubbing. Between the awkward positioning and the building sweat Lea collapsed to the side rather than where she lay. This had the added benefit of removing Andrea's ability to make herself cum, which Lea just saw as a bit of a cherry on top. Andrea felt the familiar frustration of being denied, but this time at Lea hadn't turned off the chip. It made the denial much more everpresent and all consuming. She couldn't just switch her mind to other thoughts because all other topics would quickly become corrupted and sexual. She had hoped Lea had a plan of returning after a brief recovery, but soon Andrea felt the bed rock slightly as Lea got up. She pouted but like everything else she tried to think about eventually her arousal wouldn't let her dwell on something as unsexy as pouting. **** When Lea returned hours later it had felt like days to Andrea. The sudden touch of taking off the headphones was enough to nearly give her a heart attack. She completely lost her composure and yelled out "where the hell have you been?" Lea tisked a few times, but she realized that might still be too quiet for Andrea to hear. "Now is that the tone you really want to be taking with the only person with a key, let alone the only person who even knows you're out here?" A shiver ran mentally and physically down Andrea's spine. She was at least 90% sure Lea was joking, but that 10% was just having a field day with that vailed threat. "I'm sorry Mistress. You just surprised me is all." "And I bet my little, what was the phase you used, 'bound ball of arousal?' Well I trust this wasn't too much of that." "Oh Mistress, please make me cum. It's been so long like this, I'm losing my mind!" "Aww, has it made my slave exhausted?" Lea asked as she sat down at the edge of the bed and stroked Andrea's harness covered cheek. "Yes, please. I've lost all track of time, I'm absolutely spent. This constant arousal has been exhausting." "Good," Lea said as she turned off Andrea's chip. "Then I guess you shouldn't have any trouble getting to sleep." "But Le... I mean Mistress, are you going to keep me this way all night?" "Well why else would I have given you that pillow?" Lea said as she started pulling the blanket cover out from under Andrea. "The cuffs don't let you move, but they aren't tight are they?" "N... No they aren't I guess." "And you used the bathroom just before we started, do you need to again?" Andrea thought about lying so that Lea would let her out but figured she might get something worse if she lied "No, not right now." "Well I'm going to be right here next to you," Lea said as she spread the blanket over top of Andrea and the bed. "And there's a reason I'm not gagging you, if you really need to get out you can. In fact the very next time you ask about being let out I'm telling you now ahead of time the answer is yes, I'll just let you out the moment you ask. But I'm going to warn you, I'm not undoing those chains until I put that chastity belt back on so think long and hard before you ask to be released again." Andrea was dumbstruck, the thought of sleeping like this was hard to imagine but the thought that she would go back to not being able to touch herself seemed even worse. She had just gotten the damn thing off and now Lea's going to put it back on before Andrea had almost any chance to touch herself with her own hands? No she wasn't going to ask, as impossible as it sounded she was going to try to sleep like this and just hope Lea changes her mind in the morning. Bound Friends Pt. 03 "Sleep tight slave," Lea said as she kissed Andrea on the forehead before turning over to her half of the bed and drifting off to sleep. Sleep came harder for Andrea but not by as much as she thought. **** There was just a very brief moment as Andrea awoke where she thought the last day had simply been a dream. But as she opened her eyes to see nothing, and she tried to move an arm down that wouldn't move, it all came flooding back rather quickly. She had no idea if it was the middle of the night, the early morning or late in the afternoon. The earplugs were still in making it hard to hear anything but it felt like Lea was still in the bed next to her. After half an hour of not getting back to sleep and near total isolation, Andrea made the risky decision to start shaking around. She was hoping it would wake Lea and she could talk with her about that ultimatum from the night before. She could hear very faintly the sound of chain rattling, and soon felt stirring beside her. Andrea only realized how toasty warm she was after feeling Lea wrap a cold arm around her torso. "You know it's not the smartest of moves for a captive to wake the only person with the key," Lea mumbled in a very phlegmy just-woke-up kind of voice. "Sorry if it's too early, I have no way of knowing the time. I've just been sitting here a while already so if it is early then I guess it will just be an early day." Andrea said. "Let's see it's..." Lea started before turning the other way to check her phone. "It's just before 10, you lucked out, it could have been 4 in the morning for all you knew." Andrea could feel Lea curl up against her, her body was warm but her arms were still somewhat cold. Still, it felt nice. She could feel Lea's breath against her cheek well her arms simply encircled her just below the breasts. "Mmm, my little toy" Lea said as she began rubbing one hand up and down the side of her torso. "So much better than a stuffed bear, I have a spread you. And like any toy you stay exactly where I left you don't you?" "Yes Mistress." "Except when I do this to a stuffed bear," Lea said as her wandering hand suddenly skipped a few steps and jumped right to Andrea's pussy. Andrea groaned and leaned in as little as she could. "Well it doesn't moan nearly as nicely as you do." She said laughing slightly at her own joke before removing her hand and kissing Andrea on the cheek she was laying near. "About last night," Andrea said after waiting to make sure Lea had finished. "Are you really going to put that belt back on?" "Well yeah. That's why I said it. And I like to think I'm a girl of my word." "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" Andrea asked in a very pleading tone. "Please I'll do whatever you want just let me cum. After last night I really need to." Lea looked intrigued, though how she looked didn't register with Andrea. "Well," Lea started as she reached her hand back between Andrea's legs. "If you're offering a straight trade I might be willing to take you up on it. But I'm only going to give you a few minutes so you better think of something enticing fast or deals are done." "I'll... I'll help you fix this place up." "Listening," "I'll fix it up all myself! You don't have to do anything!" "Maybe, but if you're wanting to trade for an orgasm you're going to need to do better than that." Lea said as she began slowly rubbing Andrea's clit. "I'll make you cum, how 'bout that?" Andrea said as she could already feel her logical mind losing ground to her hornier thoughts. "That doesn't feel like I'm getting that big of an advantage." "Fine, not one for one then! I'll make you cum multiple times for every one orgasm you give me. You can't tell me that doesn't benefit you more than me." "And that's a final offer?" Lea said as she began to let her fingers drift up and down Andrea's slit. "Yes! Please! Final!" Andrea grunted out as last night's workup began to reassert its power. "Deal," Lea said as she pulled her fingers away. "But I'm not paying you in advance, you gave me one last night and I'll even be generous and let that one count." Andrea felt the bed shift as Lea maneuvered herself around. She felt her friend's legs tucking themselves under her arms followed soon after by an unmistakable smell. Lea turned up both of their chips before setting the phone aside. Lea ran her fingers through the hair not pinned down by the head harnas before grabbing a handful of it in each hand. "Remember slave, you only get to cum if I do." With that Andrea felt her head pulled up where it made contact with Lea's wet and waiting pussy. Andrea wasn't really sure what to do, so she tried to remember any videos she might have seen and just do that. She ran her tongue up and down Lea's slit until finding the clit. Lea pulled her in tighter as she let out a moan of pure pleasure. Andrea began focusing all her attention on that one spot, flicking it, sucking it, and tracing circles around it with her tongue. Lea's moans became longer, louder, even Andrea could clearly hear them despite the earplugs and the varying pressure of Lea's thighs against her ears. Lea let go of her head and leaned forward to grab hold of the bed frame as she neared the end. Andrea now had to work extra hard to keep her head up on its own. Lea began shaking as her orgasm built up and finally crashed causing her to tense every muscle in her body, pinning Andrea's head unable to pull away even for breath. It took seconds for the muscle contractions to stop and normal control to begin. She collapsed over to her side, still with one leg over Andrea's neck. Once she calmed down she scrambled frantically for her phone like a fish for water. She reached and turned her own chip off and returned to laying there a while longer. Andrea didn't want to rush Lea but she tried in her own subtle way to get her attention like rocking back and forth which Lea could feel from her leg. "Don't.. don't worry. I didn't forget about you. I'm a girl of my word. She grabbed the phone and turned Andrea's chip up to maximum. It caused Andrea to squirm and struggle, the body trying to get away to do something about what it was feeling down below. Lea watched as she moved her leg but continued to catch her breath. After it looked to almost be getting painful, Lea pushed the climax button and the result was absolutely instant. Andrea's hands balled up into fists and she began mumbling unintelligible things and jerking every which way the chains would let her. After Andrea quieted down and stopped shaking, Lea turned the chip off which elicited a less than fully cognisant "thank you." Andrea could feel Lea get up followed by the fresh air hitting her newly formed sweat as the covers were removed. Other than that Andrea was in a blissful calm and paid little attention to anything. Andrea could tell Lea had returned as she felt a few somethings drop onto the bed beside her. Lea bent down and kissed her on the lips, something Andrea returned without thinking. It was short however and Andrea soon felt a rubber bar placed in her mouth. She heard a slight click and possibly a second, and when she tried to push the invader out of her mouth she found that to be impossible. Lea lifted her friend in the middle to be able to slip the metal waist belt under her and begin screwing it into place. "I need somewhere to put your hands after I untie them" Lea said, anticipating Andrea was about to attempt a gag mumbled question. The answer seemed to suffice and she let it go. Andrea felt herself being lifted again and felt a small slick plug being lined up with her ass. It took a second for it to sink in but then Andrea began to shake frantically, though not frantically enough to stop the near frictionless plug from sliding into place. She couldn't hear the faint clicks but she knew once that plug was in that the battle was lost and she stopped struggling. Lea moved up to remove the temporary gag from the head harness and then proceeded to remove the ear plugs. "Why did you have to do that?" Andrea asked once she was able "I told you I'm a girl of my word, I said you weren't going to be untied from this bed until you had that thing back on." "But what about the deal we made?" "Oh that was a separate question, I said I'd let you cum I never said I would go back on the belt. If you thought they the new deal canceled the old deal you should have asked rather than just assume." Lea continued slowly and logically as she unfastened the head harness. "Now this is going to be a bit disorienting" Lea said as she reached behind to loosen the blindfold. The light was almost overwhelming when Andrea made the mistake of trying to open both eyes all at once. She started looking at the darkest spot she could make out and slowly worked her way up from a squint. Lea reached up and freed Andrea's wrists from their chains, not bothering to do anything with the chains themselves. "Now of course that only has to be how it is if you want to keep going. If you want to quit I'm not going to force you into anything." Andrea sat up and considered. She tapped the outside of the metal barrier that was now a part of her again. "I guess I'm not saying that. I want to keep going, and I can't wait to see what kind of stuff you come up with if we get Sophia and Megan out here. I mean don't tell me cause I kind of had a whole lot more fun cause I didn't see any of this coming..." Andrea trailed off as she looked down thinking this wasn't something she saw coming either. "It's just... It just kind of seems not fair." Lea unfastened Andrea's last two legs, sat beside her friend and smiled. "Hon, things aren't supposed to be fair for a slave." Bound Friends Pt. 04 Megan and Sophia sat in slack-jawed silence across from Andrea and Lea trying to process what Lea had just told them. "So let me get this straight. You own this place," Sophia said slowly as she looked around the living room, as if to make it extra clear which place she meant. "Yeahuh" Lea said nodding her head quickly forcing her to push her black rimmed glasses back up. "And you got the money by selling the software you've been using to torment us all month," Sophia continued, letting her eyebrows convey her disbelief. "And how are you not more freaked out about this Andrea?" "Cause I.. kind of saw it two weeks ago?" Andrea sheepishly replied, her voice trailing off at the end. "So is that what happened? You two have been like, well joined at the hip is understating it." Megan finally chimed in. "Well I have been helping her move in, you should have seen how barran it was when she first got the place." Andrea said, looking back behind her and remembering how empty the living room used to be. "Sure that explains where you two disappear to after school, but it's not just that. I don't think I've seen one of you without the other in... yeah just about two weeks now." Sophia said in an ever so slightly accusatory tone. "We're just friends who've had a lot to do. This place came well equipped in some ways but it was still missing some of the more basic stuff. That's meant we've been off on our own a bunch, and this place is so far away it means we try and get it all done quick and minimize our trips out. That's where I've been but there's nothing nefarious about that." Andrea said the words, three words she'd been chanting to herself more and more. We're just friends. She believed them, but it shook her some that she had to keep saying it to herself. Truth was somewhere between getting tied up, often naked, going down on each other, and cuddling in bed together after, not a lot of people would call them "just friends" anymore. But everyone comes to realizations at their own speed, and Andrea was not being very quick. "Ok, slow down, I didn't mean anything by it. Hell, if it were me fixing up a secret cabin, I'd probably be 24/7 about it too," Sophia said, marveling at the strangeness of the topic as it left her mouth. "So how about a tour Mrs. I-have-my-own-cabin-in-the-woods?" Megan butted in, not so much to defuse tension as out of genuine curiosity. "That is not my name, that's a ridiculous last name, you're ridiculous, but sure lets start. You got the deck out there, the hot tub works now so that'll be awesome. Then, going clockwise around the hallway starting with first door you got the bathroom, and the wooden door next to it is the sauna. Past that you got doors to two guest bedrooms. The door at the end of the hall is is my room. Past that on the other side you have the laundry room which also leads outside to the carport, and finally the big ass room over there taking up the rest of the space we've come to calling the lounge." Lea explained pointing out the doors from the mouth of the hallway. "And what are some of those small doors at either edge of the living room?" Megan asked. "Just, uh, what do you call it, utility room." Lea stammered out. Andrea turned away as she began to grin. Andrea was terrible at poker. "So Sophia, that room by mine is yours, Megan that one's yours and Andrea will just have the couch." Lea explained as she headed back to the car. "Why don't you go check out the room, Andrea and I'll go get your bags." Andrea soon began to follow. The two pairs of friends headed off in their various directions. Andrea and Lea waited just outside, watching the screen on her phone as it played one of the hallway's cameras showing them each enter their rooms. Flipping back to the commands, Lea hit the button locking down both rooms like she had with Andrea. The two watching were a little giddy that it worked and turned back to head inside. "Hey where do you think you're going?" Lea asked as she turned back to Andrea and clicking the car unlocked at the same time. " Someone's got to bring the bags in. Put them in my room would you?" "Yes Mistress." Andrea said with a wave of anticipation, the weekend's events were finally starting. **** When Megan heard the door close and lock behind her she was already sitting on the bed getting situated. She gave the lock a quick lookover from where she sat and could tell even at that distance that there was no getting around it. She simply collapsed back in the bed and mumbled out loud "Damn you Lea, and your damn surprises. Would it be so hard to give a girl a heads up every once in a while about when things are starting?" Sophia one soundproofed room over was not being nearly as blasé about it. She darted over to the sliding glass door that had bars in front of it. The bars looked like they could slide to one side just like some kind of high security screen door, but she also saw a very serious clamp on one side and a kind of metal ramp raised up to prevent it from sliding even if the clamp was gone. She tried pulling on the bars but nothing happened. She tried reaching behind the bars for the sliding glass door itself, but not only was it too locked, the metal handle gave her a slight shock. She moved over and tried pulling on the small door right next to the glass. While there was no serious lock, at least on the side that she could see, that handle shocked her too. More cautiously, she examined the front door and found that not only could she not do anything about the deadbolt, but that doorknob shocked her as well. She let out a scream of frustration, she would have thrown something but beyond the drawer and bedframe which were bolted to the floor there was nothing. She thought about flipping the mattress but decided to lay down on it instead and give the bed a few good punches. "Wow, I'm actually a little surprised," Lea said laying flat on her stomach in the middle of her bed, looking at her laptop as Andrea entered overloaded with baggage. "Sophia gave up a little easier than I thought. I guess the shocks really do something." "Well," Andrea said as she climbed onto the bed beside her friend to see the screen. "Having been on the receiving end I also can't stress just how little options you have and how quickly you realize that. Sophia's probably just come to the same conclusion." "Yeah, but after some of our last talks I assumed she would put up more of a resistance." Lea said cautiously and quietly. "What's that?" Andrea asked as she pointed to a colored bar dancing up and down beside the camera feed. "Oh, that's the sound, I didn't have it on since I was switching between both rooms. This place has always got all the mics turned on and listening, but I didn't want two audio streams playing at once," Lea said before hitting the right keys to turn the sound on in Sophia's room. "...ecret, I mean who does that? You bet your ass I'd tell you if I suddenly got rich. You better not have driven off, cause that right there would be the fucking line. I mean..." "Wow, so she might be just a tad pissed," Andrea quipped. "Should we say something?" "No, I think she probably needs to vent, let's see how Megan's doing." Lea said as she switched to make Megan's camera the main screen and the one producing audio. Presumably producing audio at least, since no sounds were actually coming from Megan or that room. She had gotten herself up onto the bed and was intent on staring at the ceiling, almost literally twiddling her thumbs. "And don't you have something you should be doing?" Lea asked Andrea who then silently got up went to work. "Megan?" Lea said into her computer, causing Megan to sit up a bit. "Lea? What's going on," Megan asked inquisitively and seemingly without resentment. "Sorry for the ruse, but I thought this would be a good way to start things off. Like diving off the dock into the cold lake rather than slowly wading in from shore. I told you what we'd be doing this weekend, and that starts now. Strip down, and place all your cloths in the top drawer but do not close it yet." Lea said calmly, before switching over to another menu to unlock the top drawer. Megan sat up and looked around, "are those cameras in the corners?" "Well how else can I know what you're doing in there?" Lea asked, giving a rhetorical answer that seemed to be enough for Megan. She began to strip down when Lea switched focus back to Sophia. "...ucker, I'm going to get you back for this some day. I mean, you clearly got a bag of tricks here that's all very impressive, but that can't save you forever. I'll get you back." Sophia's tone was much more subdued, calmer, though still slightly resentful. She finished in a pout and crossing her arms as she stopped talking altogether. "No doubt you'll find a way," Lea said through the computer. "But for now remember who's in charge, do you feel very in charge?" "...no..." Sophia mumbled out almost inaudibly. "Alright, now I want you to sit there quietly for a while, think you can do that?" Lea asked, clearly trying to poke the bear. She fiddled with a few settings while Sophia fumed. "Fuc.. Oww" Sophia began saying before being interrupted with a shock through the anal plug of the chastity device she was wearing. She took the lesson but squinted her eyes trying her best to stare daggers as she did. Switching over to the other screen, Megan was already naked, except for her chastity belt, and sitting back down on the bed. "OK, in the bottom drawer are you cuffs, collars and allen key to attach them. Put them on and place the allen key in the top drawer, only then close the drawers." Megan did exactly as she was told, allowing Lea to switch back to Sophia and repeat the instructions she had already given to Megan. Sophia complied, but with a clear attitude on her face. "Done Mistress," Andrea said as she knelt beside the bed having put the bags away and changed into her own cuffs and collar. The only item of clothing she wore was a black latex hood that had become a common addition to their games. It had holes at the mouth and nostrils, slightly raised tubes over the eyes tunneling her vision, and no holes allowing her hair to escape. The hood had slits to slip over the collar's d-rings and once the zipper in the back is lowered, it slips over and locks to the back d-ring making it impossible to remove without the remote. It erased most of Andrea's facial features, leaving only the appearance of a pleading-eyed slave without identity or humanity, kneeling before Lea. "Very good slave," Lea said as she turned over to look at Andrea's downturned head and display of skin. She switched on Andrea's chip which elicited the seductive gasp Lea loved hearing and that the chip always seemed to force. "You can come back up here now if you want," Lea said as she slapped the bed beside her where Andrea had originally been. She watched Andrea as she glided back into place beside her, turning her attention back to the screen just in time to see Sophia close the top drawer. Lea turned on the speakers for both rooms simultaneously. "In each corner of the bed is a thick plastic cable that can be pulled out. Attach each cuff to its respective corner and spread your limbs." Both girls were soon spread eagle on their respective beds with the cables constantly retracting and being pulled out again, much like a seatbelt. With a simple click of a checkbox on the computer screen however, the gears locked up allowing the cable to retract but no longer allowing it to be extended out. The two only slowly began to notice and each ended up regretting rolling around so much because they both were now very widely spread. Lea turned on their NESICs, causing each girl to pull against the retracted cables. Sophia began to moan but was rewarded with a zap for causing noise. "That isn't fair," Sophia thought. "She finally gets to the good part and I have to stifle my moans or get shocked? That's some old bullshit right there." Unknown to her this was only an oversight, and after seeing it once Lea turned it off. Lea was going to say something but decided it would be more fun to watch if she didn't tell her. Lea flipped from sitting forward on her stomach to laying back against her headboard. "I think I'll let them stew for a while, what do you think?" Lea asked as she lightly poked Andrea with her foot. "I don't know, how long were you thinking Mistress?" Andrea asked as she turned to her side to better face Lea. "Well I guess that's up to them. I want them like putty, willing... no, wanting to do whatever I tell them. I want them just a little bent, really embracing being my helpless little slave. Then I'd have them..." "You've already got me Mistress," Andrea said running a finger up and down Lea's foot. "Is that my slave's way of saying you'd be jealous?" Lea said with a smirk. Andrea's face turned red, at least it did under the mask that totally obscured any trace of the change. Her thoughts began to race, "of course I'm not jealous, what a ridiculous thing to think. We're just friends playing a game, why should I be jealous if she's playing with other friends too? Maybe I've just gotten too used to being the only other player. Yeah that must be it, it's just weird newness, not jealousy." "Hon, I was kidding. You OK?" Lea asked, allowing slight concern to show. "Of course. No I mean it's just a.. no it's nothing. So is there anything you want me to do while you leave them to squirm?" "Oh, well if you're just eager to please, then you can fetch your hogtie chain and get yourself prepared on the couch in the lounge." Andrea welcomed the new task with a grin. She got the chain and headed for the lounge. She sat down on the L shaped sectional couch that was now the centre of the room. Andrea had used this particular chain several times and knew exactly the best order to put it on. In the middle of the chain was a small bar with a ring through the middle that the rest of the chain fed through, allowing the bar to move freely along the chain. The bar clicked over the D-rings on either foot, fusing her ankles together into nearly a single rigid restraint. She then flipped herself on to her stomach, bent her legs and grabbed the chain connected to it. At one end of the chain was a single connector that fit snugly into one of the slits on her waist belt. At the other end was another bar like the one that attached her legs together. Stretching her muscles to give her the most possible slack, she attached her wrists to the bar before releasing her muscles and allowing her legs to pull slightly on her arms. Now if she tried to move her legs the chain between the wrists and waist would tighten, preventing her from moving much at all. Then came the waiting, something she looked forward to much more than she cared to admit. She was unable to move much at all, and with a place up on the couch she wouldn't want to try in case she fell off. She wished Lea would simply show up the moment she clicked the last lock closed, but then when she wouldn't it just served to highlight who's really in control. And the constant low stimulation wasn't hurting that either. When Lea finally did open the door, she had changed into a domineering leather outfit. The halter vest was tight with a small pocket clearly carrying her phone. Down either side there were laces leaving quite a lot of her pale skin exposed. She wore a pleated leather skirt that went down to her mid thigh, it flowed freely as she glided into the room. Adding in the black rimmed glasses it and her jet black hair she was a picture of sharply contrasted black against pale skin, which seemed to be her go-to motif. "Aww, I can always seem to count on you to follow instructions can't I?" Lea cooed as she sat down on the couch in front of her bound friend. It was rhetorical and so she received no response beyond Andrea's wide eyes. "What's your count to now?" "Five, Mistress." "Well do you want to risk the dice roll now to see if you get to cum or go for a guaranteed chance next time?" Andrea asked, as she moved one lag to the other side of Andrea, exposing that she was very clearly not wearing panties. "No Mistress, I'd rather save it for later," Andrea said meekly but still able to look Lea in the eye. "Alright," Lea said as she bent forward to grab Andrea's shoulders. "Lets scoot you up and get to work." Lea dragged Andrea towards her, rubbing her friend's exposed breasts along the couch fibers as she went. Once she was close enough, Lea leaned back a bit more, bringing her waiting pussy directly against Andrea's face. Andrea got to work with the familiar ease that comes with weeks of practice. Lea let out a moan of gratitude as she rubbed her fingers over Andrea's latex encased head. She turned the projector on and scanned through until it stopped on the cameras watching Megan and Sophia. Sophia was gritting her teeth and thrashing side to side trying to fight the feelings radiating from her chip as well as fight against the bindings that were holding her. Megan on the other hand had arched her back and was screaming in pleasure as she leaned in to every jolt that rocked her body closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Even though she knew it was not going to be enough to send her over the edge, this was the longest Lea had left her chip on in nearly a month and she was going to enjoy it. Lea decided to turn the audio on, allowing Megan's screams of frustrated ecstasy to reverberate around the lounge. Her tormented cries were working wonders in combination with Andrea's tongue to begin to lurch her towards a climax. The tight halter top was finally starting to make itself felt as its constriction was just enough to limit her breathing to just a bit less than her body was crying that it needed. Moving her second arm down to Andrea's head she pushed hard, smothering Andrea between her legs. Andrea knew that meant Lea was close and if she wanted to be released to feel the fresh air on her soon to be burning lungs she needed to power through. Lea's leg began to shake as she tilted her head back and let out a scream signalling the climax that was rumbling all throughout her. She let go of Andrea who soon bent her head up and began to gasp for air. The two lay there each catching their breath for their own reasons. All the while, Megan's moans had taken on a much more desperate tone. It was no longer sounding like fun but like work, hard grueling work. Lea sat up slowly as she regained her composure. "Mmm, lovely as ever slave," she said as she began to fix her hair. "Now let's get you turned around," she said as she reached under Andrea's stomach to begin turning her the other way. "No reason I should leave you without some entertainment." Once she had spun Andrea around completely she bent down to look her in the eyes. She kissed her friend on the forehead and turned to leave the room, leaving Andrea alone watching a projection of Megan squirming from two different camera angles. **** Meagan was suddenly startled out of her haze by the sound of the door unlocking and Lea walking in. "Please.. Lea.. I need to.. I mean, really I have to.. I mean could you turn this off or let me cum? This is getting too much. It's been so long I can't take this. I don't know what you're playing at but please this is torture!" "Well since you asked so nicely," Lea said before grabbing her phone and turning her chip all the way to maximum. Megan yelled out unintelligible exclamations as she convulsed, pulling tightly on her bindings. Her whole body began to shake as she tossed her head from one side to the other, like that would make some kind of difference. Lea turned the device back down and stood square at the foot of the bed waiting for Megan to recover. Bound Friends Pt. 04 "That's your first lesson, right now we are not equals and you don't get to demand anything. Unless you tap out, you are mine for the weekend. You're under my roof, in the middle of nowhere, I have all your stuff locked away, and I even have you locked away. You need to learn a little humility." Lea said in the most commanding, monologuing voice she could muster. Megan who had been watching turned her head to the side. "I'm sorry Mistress, I'll try to do better," she said with a very convincing tone of remorse and apology. Lea smiled, "I'm sure you will. And I've got a little present for you..." she said as she pulled out a latex hood. "Made just to your size and everything." Megan decided not to struggle as Lea climbed up onto the bed to attach the hood. The smell was intoxicating. As Lea zipped it closed, it began to hug her head, pushing gently against almost every square inch making it impossible to ignore. She had closed her eyes as the mask went on and was startled to see that when she opened her eyes, her vision was limited to directly in front of her. It began, along with Lea's ultimatum, to delve her deep into a submissive headspace. Andrea watched on the big screen as Lea began to tease her friend still helplessly tied to the bed. Lea though seemed to be acting... different. She was not as intimate. She did not run her hands along Megan's exposed body as Lea often would to her. Instead, she was hunched over the bars at the foot of the bed, flicking and playing with her phone. It was certainly enough to have Megan thrash wildly, but for what Andrea had grown used to it almost seemed... cold. The audio was surprisingly good, she could not only make out every moan but the creak of the bed as she pulled. And it meant that everything they said might as well have been saying right in front of her. "So do you think this is good enough slave?" Lea asked after turning down her chip. "You said you wanted something more extreme, is this good enough for that?" "Oh yes Mistress," Megan said meekly and slightly out of breath. "Do whatever you wish, I'm your helpless property now Mistress." Andrea was taken aback. She had remembered Megan being a bit more eagre, but it had been nearly two months since they had done anything with her and Lea at the same time and she wasn't this extreme then. Hell, Andrea had almost been half living with Lea and she hadn't ever unprompted called herself Lea's property. Slave sure, but even that felt different... somehow. And it was something she often needed prompting to call herself. As Lea walked out of frame, presumably to get something Andrea began to marvel at how well Megan's hood, much like her own, masked almost all distinguishing facial features. Andrea and Megan already shared some physical characteristics, they both wore roughly the same sized cloths and they both had blue eyes. Without facial features or differing clothing style, there was in fact very little to tell them apart. If she hadn't personally watched Lea put the mask on Megan, she could almost wonder if it wasn't an old recording from this one time when she was tied in a similar way. Lea walked back into frame with a long thin cane, something Andrea knew from experience hurt a lot. "Hold still and be quiet" Lea said, before landing the first swat square across Megan's breasts, but Megan somehow held her tongue. The next hit elicited a slight sound and a brief squarm to try to move out of the way. But hit after hit, long past the point where Andrea would have been begging to do anything at all to make it stop, Megan kept taking it. "You know, property doesn't often get treated well," Lea said as she set the cane down and bent in closer to inspect the forming red marks. She ran a finger along one line across Megan's belly that was already turning into a welt. Megan didn't move or say anything. "And my property doesn't get to complain." Andrea felt a certain uneasiness began to settle over her. She felt the need to look away, to pull on her chains and get out. Of course she knew quite well those chains were going nowhere and while she could turn away she could do nothing to silence the voices coming through the speakers. But she felt somehow much more trapped all of a sudden and didn't seem to know why. The cane perhaps? It certainly hurt. More than once Lea simply bringing it out was enough to get her to behave. But no that wasn't it. Was it the mask? It certainly was odd, seeing Megan looking so close to herself. Was it calling herself property? Andrea certainly didn't think she wanted to be property. And with Megan looking so similar, was Andrea picturing herself calling herself property? Lea's property? That thought started to strike a nerve, she figured that must be it. She was just seeing herself in Megan's place and feeling trapped at being called property. It was definitely that. It certainly had nothing to do with watching Lea gently touch her other captured victim. Certainly not, she would have to be jealous for that to be the case and what reason did she have to be jealous? OK, maybe a little bit of what one might call jealous, but jealous still seemed like the wrong word somehow. It must just be that she was used to getting all the attention and now she wasn't. A simple jealousy over not having her full attention. That could be, cause what other reason would she have of being jealous of a friend spending time with another friend instead of her. Because that's all Lea was right? Just a friend? Of course she was, that shouldn't even have a question mark by it. Andrea turned back to the screen as she heard a soft moan break the silence. Lea was laying beside Megan toying with Megan's breasts. She seemed to alternate her attacks, sometimes a gentle slow circle around the nipple, sometimes a playful swat of the whole breast, sometimes a flick or a pinch of the nipple itself. But it was when she had leaned in to use her tongue that Megan let out the moan that recaptured Andrea's attention. Andrea's face turned beet red and her stomach suddenly felt very unsettled. She quickly looked away but her mind was already racing. What the hell did that just mean? Andrea was suddenly very confused and began to pull violently on her chains. She was suddenly very done with all of this. She didn't like this game any more. With a lone tear dripping from her eye she blurted out "halt, halt god damn it, halt" getting steadily louder to a room full of no one. Lea's phone began loudly beeping. She may not have heard Andrea but the building did and like it was programmed to, it quickly let her know. Lea rushed over, not giving any kind of explanation to Megan and almost forgetting the code to open the door out to the hallway. "Are you alright?" Lea said as she burst into the parlor. "I'm.. I just.. get me out please. Halt. Please I want to get out," Andrea said, doing her best to wipe the few small tears onto the couch before turning to look at Lea. Almost instantly she felt her arms and legs release and she sat up on the couch. "Do you want me to go get the key to unscrew the rest?" Lea said setting down next to her friend and draping her arm around her. Andrea leaned her head over onto Lea's shoulder and sniffed in a large "I totally wasn't crying" sniffle. "Maybe. I don't.. I mean.. sur.. no I guess not. But cloths, I'd definitely like to take a break and get dressed. And this hood, get it off.. this all a.. I'm sorry I just need .. well I think need a break." "That's ok. Don't ever feel bad about that hon." Lea said squeezing her friend tightly trying to reassure her from whatever it was that spooked her. Whatever had happened had clearly hit hard and all she wanted to do was make it better but was afraid about pushing too much. "Ok, you just wait here, I'll bring your bag and in the mean time we've got the satellite," She said as she reached over and handed Andrea the remote after changing the projector back to TV mode. She unlocked the back of the hood and raised up the zipper enough for Andrea to do the rest. Lea had already been developing feelings since she started with these bondage sessions, but over the last two weeks there was no maybe about it, she had developed a full on crush. More than just a crush, she'd had a few of those before, this was deeper. This was a more fundamental connection, a deep passionate attachment that tried to tie her to Andrea. It hurt her to see Andrea like this and hurt more because she didn't know how to make it better. Lea didn't broadcast very widely that she was gay, but she knew who she was and her close friends did too. They said they don't judge her for it, and she believes them. She did worry however about how they would feel if they knew she had feelings for one of them. None of them claimed to be gay, though she also gave herself quite a few "could've fooled me" chuckles when she thought about what she had been doing with her supposedly not gay friends. She usually just chalked that up to "they just really like BDSM and I'm one of the few they trust enough to play with." But play and love are very different. If they thought that line wasn't just vanishing for her, but was outright gone altogether, would they still be OK? Right now Lea was reasonably happy with how things were, she'd always had a kinky side and for the first time she isn't just tying herself up and fantasizing alone. She didn't want to lose that, or worse lose her oldest friends altogether, by admitting things to Andrea she wouldn't be able to take back. By the time she returned with the suitcase and allen key, Andrea had already moved to the corner of the couch and had found a cheesy sitcom to watch. Lea set the key down on the coffee table and the suitcase right beside it. "Are you really OK, do you want to talk about it?" she asked as she sat down facing Andrea. "I don't know I just.. well.." Andrea started, unsure of how she was going to finish before setting off. "I guess there was something... I mean Megan's kind of nuts with this stuff," she finally said, figuring it was a safe and true enough answer. "Yeah, ever since I put her in that chastity device it's been just on runaway course. She started looking at these sites that started giving her.. well maybe I should just leave it alone." Lea said, thinking that going into more detail might make Andrea upset again. "No, I'm better, it's fine," Andrea said as she got up to reach for her bag. "I think I just need some downtime. I might be ok later tonight, but just not right now," she said, flashing Lea a quick caring smile. Lea felt such warm relief from that smile. "Well, I'll be back in a bit. I kind of ran out with no explanation and hopefully Megan isn't now freaking out. What am I saying, she probably loved it." Andrea gave just half a laugh as she rummaged through her bag which gave Lea reassurance at what seemed a sure sign that Andrea was feeling better. "Oh, your phone's in your bag, if you need anything, I'll obviously have mine." After a quick thumbs up from Andrea mid-shirt-putting-on, Lea felt better and closed the door behind her as she left. **** Lea was a little shaken and rather than going right back to Megan retired to her room. She collapsed into her bed and let everything kind of just race through her head. She really hoped this hadn't been a mistake bringing everyone up at once. She opened up her laptop that was still on the bed. It had the same two cameras displaying Megan and Sophia. The latter pulling angrily on her bindings and the former seemingly at peace to remain hooded and waiting. She moved over to cameras facing Andrea. She was sitting up with her knees against her chest, holding and examining her hood. She seemed just so utterly confused, and seemed to be letting the hood be an embodiment of that. Lea slid over to her side. As she watched, she ran through a million what ifs. What if this was something she did? What if she went back to try to comfort her? What if Andrea took that the wrong way? What if she simply kept Megan out of sight? What if this really wasn't about Megan at all? And if not, what could it possibly be? She was coming up with a lot of questions but not a lot of answers. She figured the safe answer would be to let Andrea work through whatever it was on her own, if she want's help hopefully she'll ask for it. Even with two of her friends under secure lock and key, she couldn't help but feel utterly powerless at that moment. "Well," she said to herself, "I should maybe get back to it." After grabbing what she needed, she headed back to Megan's room. Megan looked over as the door opened but otherwise made no movement or sound. "So are you liking the latex as much as you thought?" "Oh yes Mistress," "Good," Lea said as set her stuff down on the dresser. "Now, here is the allen key for your cuffs," she said as she handed Megan a piece of metal and walked back to open the door. "I'm going to release you from the bed now, and I'm going to leave this door open. I've left your bag in the car and the car keys on the coffee table. You could make a break for it, get dressed and get out of here, leave me totally stranded. But you're not going to do that. You will take off your cuffs and stand beside the bed while I put this latex on you because that is my command and you're an obedient slave." Lea said as she walked back to the pile of latex she brought with her. Of course she hadn't actually put out her keys, and Andrea had already brought in her bag, she wanted to be intimidating not stupid. But just like Lea had thought, Megan didn't do much more than look in the door's direction before unscrewing her cuffs and standing at attention. Lea started with two, very long black latex opera gloves with some small metal buttons accenting the top. It took the effort of both woman to get it all the way on and smoothed out. It was somewhat thick, and made bending at the elbows a little more difficult. It became nearly paper thin around the wrists, allowing Lea to reattach her cuffs without adding too much pressure to the custom fit shackles. Next came a few thin pieces of latex with a clip at one end and a metal loop at the other. Megan watched as Lea clicked them into place around her waist band creating what seemed to be garters. As Megan expected excitedly, next came latex stockings. She had been wanting to try these for weeks now since she saw a particularly steamy video and had made that pretty clear to Lea, who had clearly listened. They didn't fit quite as tightly as the gloves, but certainly were not easy to get on either. Like the gloves there was a thin band to allow the ankle cuffs to be comfortably reattached. The shoes which locked into her ankle cuffs were much taller than Megan normally wore, maybe 5 or 6 inches, giving her a few inches on Lea as she stood back up. Megan barely stopped herself from letting out a small squeal as she saw Lea grab the last piece. She didn't want to break character but inside she just wanted to go over and hug Lea like she just got her a marvelous Christmas present. It was a black latex maid's uniform complete with ribbed corset and it was gorgeous. Megan stepped in carefully making sure her heel didn't catch. It was a bit tight to get up over her waist but fit eventually. Lea grabbed a few links of metal and going slowly around Megan's waist, found the holes in the dress that lined up with the unused slots in her belt, locking the suit to the belt and keeping available the option to lock things to her waist. Lea fed Megan's arms through openings that allowed Lea to position the topmost part of the dress around the openings of the metal collar, making a near seamless continuation of black latex from dress to hood. Next Lea guided Megan's breasts through two small openings in the fabric just above the corset. The openings were just slightly smaller than Megan's full breasts and so once they were fed through the stood out proudly. The corset offered it's share of support too as Lea started tightening it. As the two sides of the corset began to meet in the back, Lea methodically worked, tightening the laces from the top and bottom up to the centre. It was slow going but Megan loved the feeling of it ever so slightly getting tighter and tighter. When Lea was satisfied, she fixed the sleeves to the gloves, connecting the metal electromagnets on the opera gloves with matching ones on the inside of the suit. Standing back she was a marvel to behold. Standing up, the only uncovered skin were here breasts, lips and eyes. It was solid black with only a small white latex apron to really drive home the maid look.The suit gripped and hugged everywhere except for the skirt, which came down just inches below the tops of her stockings. It made them both very aware that if she ever bent over the tiny skirt would provide no protection. Megan was absolutely lost in the moment. The smells were overpowering, the grip of the latex was everywhere, the chip was still humming away at a low setting, and the thickness made every movement just a little bit stiffer and harder. She was so far gone she had even missed it when Lea tried calling out to her twice. It was only when she felt tingly pin pricks surrounding her breasts that she returned to reality. "So I see you got a little lost, are you back now?" Lea asked as Megan simply nodded her head. "Good. Now when I bought this place I decided to pick up a few extra, lets just call them presents for each of you. Don't ask how much it cost but your face certainly tells me I picked right." A stupid grin crossed Megan's hooded face as she looked down to the floor not knowing how to respond. "And I haven't even gotten to the best part. You see obviously how well it incorporates into your shackles? Well it's made by the same company, Alternative Dynamics, and that means it has quite a few tricks up its sleeve. That shock to your tits was just an example, come with me there's more," Lea said as she walked slowly out of the room with Megan close behind following her out to the back patio. "Over there is a bucket and a brush. You wanted to be a maid, well maids clean," Lea said as she pointed to a silvery bucket with a metal handled rough scrubbing brush "Of course, there are ways of making it interesting. I'm going to give you one and a half hours, I want this deck spotless. For every mistake you will get five strokes of the cane. But that's not all," she said as she picked up the brush. "This little guy is no ordinary brush. It can tell movement and it can tell pressure, so it knows when it's being used and when its been set aside. When it's brushing... while how about a demonstration" she said before demonstrating by scrubbing the handrail. As soon as it started brushing, Megan felt a pleasurable surge of electricity across both breasts. It would massage and play in proportion to each stroke, turning back off when Lea stopped. "And if it sits idle for more than 5 seconds, it'll start giving out shocks that become more and more painful the longer it sits idle." Megan was handed the brush and without further command began working in the far corner, scrubbing off half a year's dirt and grime. The feeling the dress was feeding her breasts was pleasurable, but all it did was make her more frustrated. It had been nearly a month, her NESIC was still on a low simmer, and she was being objectified in the exact way she had been thinking about for weeks. She wanted so desperately to be able to put her hands between her legs, but the steel would not allow contact. Besides, ignoring her task would cut the pleasurable electric touching the outfit was teasing her with and eventually lead to painful shocks. Not to mention Lea's threat of the cane, something Megan knew she would be serious about. Bound Friends Pt. 04 Lea walked inside and took a few moments to watch Megan work. She was on her hands and knees, scrubbing away in the far corner forcing her skirt up and exposing her ass. She thought it was strange, somehow Megan's ass seemed even more exposing this way than when she was naked. Lea checked her video feed of Sophia, who had turned her head to the side and was biting down on the bed covers, clearly still trying to stifle her moans unaware she could yell as much as she wanted. Lea got a good chuckle out of that thought. But with Sophia still looking safe she decided to get back to what, or more specifically who, had been preoccupying her mind. **** "Hey there," Lea said as she opened the door to the parlor. "Hey yourself," Andrea replied spinning around to look in the direction of the door. She had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. Though Lea couldn't help but notice she also hadn't removed her collar or her cuffs, she simply dressed over them. "Feeling better?" Lea asked cautiously as she at down at the far corner of the couch. "Oh yeah, I've been better for a while i think it was just kind of a quick flash but as soon a I was out I felt better." Andrea said pausing the show and turning to Lea. "So, do you wanna talk about it?" Andrea paused to think before responding. "There was just... something i guess.. maybe about watching Megan that just bam.. set something off." "So... should I just.. keep Megan away then?" Lea asked slowly, as if trying to think of something better to offer while still talking. "No, no, it's just something about seeing you and.. I mean.. no 'cause.. shit what do I mean," Andrea stammered out, starting and stopping several times as Lea patiently waited. "With you there, I mean.. on the screen.. well.. but I was here and you were with her and I mean.. I.. I don't know." "So," Lea said only after Andrea had clearly given up flailing around to find what she meant. "Are you saying there was something different about being left alone? But I've left you alone a bunch of times, I thought you said you liked that." "I don't know," Andrea said with her voice starting to crack. "I mean usually I kind of always assumed you were watching. Like even if I was in one of those damn cells I knew you were watching on one of the bajillion cameras. Or I guess, I knew you could be. But then you were watching her, and you were doing.. I mean, what I mean is..." Andrea trailed off as she pulled her legs back up to her chest while a single tear starting to form. "Shit. I don't know what I mean." Lea slid down the couch and wrapped her right arm around her friend. Andrea fell onto Lea's shoulder and let her inexplicable tears flow. After giving her a few minutes of a literal shoulder to cry on Lea broke the silence. "Was it the caning maybe? Look Megan isn't you." Andrea wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at Lea, "What do you mean?" "I mean you don't need to feel scared that I'll do to you what I did to her. I know you better than that. I mean I think I do. I do right?" Lea said someone fast and with a certain sense of discomfort. "Yes of course.. I.. no, it's not that, I don't think. It just kind of hit me, whatever it was, and suddenly I just wasn't having a good time. I mean sure, it happened while I was watching you with Megan but it could have been anything. I mean and with that mask on she really looks like me. Who knows what it was," Andrea said looking forward, finding it hard to look at Lea. "You sure you're ok then?" Lea asked, bobbing forward to try to get back into Andrea's line of sight. "Well you know what made it ok?" Andrea asked rhetorically, finally turning to look Lea in the eye. "You. When I panicked and shouted the safeword you were here in just seconds. I know it's what we've talked about, but even when you were busy you came running. I don't know, I think there was just a part of me that bought a little too much into the whole helpless slave shtick, that you wouldn't actually let me go." "You don't need to ever think that," Lea said as she leaned forward and hugged her friend. "I would never betray your trust like that. I love.. being able to play like this, and we need to trust each other." "I know that, I do, I trust you," Andrea said as she gripped her friend tightly. "But I guess it's like a rollercoaster. Sure intellectually I know I'm not going to die, but sometimes it sure does feel like you will. And if that thought wasn't there at all it would be no fun, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to freak out occasionally. It doesn't mean I don't trust you." The two sat there in each other's embrace, neither one wanting to be the first to break the hug. Lea finally broke the silence with a soft whispered "I'm sorry." It was enough to get Andrea to sit up puzzled. "Sorry for what?" She asked "This is my fault, I shouldn't have just assumed you wanted to watch like that." "No, no," Andrea said sounding concerned about what might be going through Lea's head. "No, it's my responsibility. I'm supposed to be the one to think things through. Maybe I should have talked this out more with you, details of what I planned. I mean that's what a dom.." "Stop it." Andrea interrupted. "Don't be so hard on yourself. If I knew every move it wouldn't be as much fun, and even still could have told me every detail and I still couldn't have told you it would cause a mini panic. Sometimes these things just happen. You did everything you could, you came when I called, and the fact that you're taking it this hard says you don't take this lightly.You're a good friend and a good dom." That was the last bit of pressure to open the floodgates. Lea began to tear up and Andrea leaned in to reassure her friend, occasionally rubbing her hand up and down Lea's back in a reassuring manner. But where Andrea simply saw the tears of a concerned friend, Lea knew better. Sure there was concern, but much more frustration. Frustration that she couldn't tell Andrea how she felt about her. Frustration that her plans had caused Andrea pain, which cause herself pain as well. Frustration that she couldn't explain why she was taking this so hard without explaining her feelings. Frustration that she felt that way about her friend at all when she was also so sure that, frustratingly, nothing could come of it but losing what it is they have already. As the sniffles and sounds of crying began to subside, Andrea moved back some, letting go of the hug but still holding on to one of Lea's hands for reassurance. Lea looked up with her slightly red eyes and smiled back as she saw her friend smiling at her. She wanted to move in and kiss but decided to simply look down and play with their interlocking fingers. "Do you worry this much about Megan and Sophia too?" Andrea asked suddenly much more cognizant of the toll this pressure might be taking on Lea. "No, no I don't worry about them as much," Lea said, still fixing her sight on their interlocking hands. "Wait, why not?" Andrea said after a few seconds when the double standard finally registered. "Oh.. Yeah um. I mean.. wait, do you want me to talk about this? It's not going to like trigger something like watching Megan did will it?" Lea stammered out finally looking up to meet Andrea's slightly confused eyes. "No, it shouldn't, but no, like what makes me so special?" Lea's heart started racing. She didn't want to lie, so she searched desperately for some half-truth that could suffice. "Well, Sophia is kind of simple, she likes being physically overpowered. Basically any time she can't physically stop something, she's said she finds it hot, at least she'll say so after the fact. It means she struggles a lot, and means I have to be a little more careful she doesn't get out, but it also makes dealing with her kind of straightforward. It's like she sees the whole thing as some kind of sport almost. So I don't have to worry about 'breaking' her, cause I have yet to find anything she didn't say after the fact that she loved even if she fights tooth and nail during. And no matter how many times I tell her that saying 'halt' isn't a weakness, she either doesn't agree or just doesn't feel she needs it." Lea explained, interrupted slightly when her phone let off a loud alarm that someone said the safeword. "Heh, that's kind of cool the mics pick that up. Assuming that's how you knew to come for me?" Andrea asked pointing at Lea's phone. Lea simply nodded her head and continued. "And Megan, well over the past month she must be online like 24/7. She's been sending me links to all kinds of stories or videos, telling me what she finds so hot about it and would I mind doing that to her. I seriously got a list a mile long of all these ideas she's basically begged me to do to her. I mean, there's always the chance she underestimated her ability to take some of them, what works on paper doesn't always work in real life after all. But when you're basically working off someone else's wish list you don't feel quite as worried about doing something wrong." "Wow, I knew something seemed different about her from last time we played together. So what did you end up doing with her?" Andrea asked with the sound of someone who finally saw where a lost puzzle piece goes. "Well why don't you come see?" Lea said as she wiped the last few tears from her cheek and stood up. She kept Andrea's hand held by her's, and walked out towards the door. "You might even find it a little funny. So you know how none of the outside's been cleaned since last summer? Well one of the fantasies she sent me was being a latex slave-maid. Being forced through threat of pain to work and being teased while she does it. I figure two birds with one stone eh?" She said almost with a chuckle Andrea wasn't quite sure was appropriate. However, when they came out to the living room and Andrea saw Megan dressed in full latex scrubbing the deck, and seeing how much the deck needed it by looking at the finished areas, she shared a bit in Lea's little joke. "She finds it hot, I find it useful, and we wouldn't need sandals to go walk over the mold to get out to the hot tub any more." Andrea watched as Megan scrubbed away on her hands and knees, ass up proudly and breasts swinging free. Andrea had never thought about that specific fantasy, but she was certainly understanding the impulse a bit. She seemed so focused yet humiliated. "And what have you done with Sophia?" Andrea asked after sufficient gawking time. "Nothing yet, she's still in bed, still being teased and still thinks that if she screams she get shocked. I was thinking of taking her up to one of the cells, want to watch?" Andrea tried to gauge how she felt. "Sure, I guess." "I didn't want to say anything, but I noticed you never took your cuffs off you just kind of put your cloths on over them." Lea said cautiously. "Your point?" "Well do you want to come with me to watch as a friend... or as a... um... slave?" Lea said, trailing off into a soft high pitched voice of uncertainty at the end. "Well, what if for now, I'm a slave friend? Like one that wears some restraints but also gets to wear clothes?" Andrea said after trying to imagine what she'd be comfortable with. "For now? Be whatever you want." The two exchanges slight smiles before Lea lead them both to her room. **** Before going to see Sophia, Lea brought out some special bondage mitts. They are heavily padded, and had individual finger compartments, making them feel almost soft and inviting. They were made of a latex like material with microholes, allowing gases like air to pass through but not liquids, at least not unless it's under 8 or so feet of pressure. They go down far enough to slip over the D-rings on either cuff, and continue up with a narrowing slip of fabric long past the fingers. But part of what makes them so special is that they bend at the knuckles and the loose end has a metal opening that attaches to the cuffs as well. At the point where the mitts bend, there is a firm bar sown into the fabric running across the hand and sticking out slightly beyond the hand on both sides. It makes the hands hold a fist like pose when bent, but it also gives an anchor point to either fist that can lead the wearer around or even safely suspend them from the wrists. The sides of the mitts had an low friction coating, only the well padded part where the fingers start to bend have any kind of grip at all. It means they can be used when someone is crawling on their hands and knees but not be useful for almost anything else. Andrea loved them. They made her feel a whole different type of helpless because unlike a lot of other bindings, this didn't restrain her, making the uselessness of her hands even more apparent. They were comfortable and surprisingly well ventilated for how puffy they look. When Lea first showed them to her last weekend, she ended up staying in them for over 24 hours. It was a special part of that weekend, because no matter where she was, she was utterly reliant on Lea for absolutely everything. It also made it feel at times that she was actually in charge, after all Lea had to wade on her every need. Of course that illusion would be quickly shattered if she asked for something and Lea said no, there really was nothing she could do in those mitts if Lea said no. Lea was silent not only putting them on, but also as she attached a short leash to both hands. "You still ready?" Lea asked. Andrea barely finished nodding her head before Lea yanked on the cable that split part way down into two cables that each clipped to both fists. Lea carefully shielded the number pad as she typed in the four digits that opened the door to Sophia's bedroom. All the beeps were the same tone but while Andrea had never caught the code she knew it wasn't all the same number. She had long ago stopped trying to snoop what the number was, for all she knew every door had a different code and besides, what would she do with them? She couldn't very well walk home. The room was eerily quiet, only the sound of Sophia's heavy breathing through the covers she bit down on could be heard. "Why so quiet Sophia?" Lea taunted as she walked into plainer view with Andrea in tow. "Something wrong? I figured you'd be yelling at me for sure by now." Sophia only gave back a dagger sharp glare that spoke volumes all on its own. "Oh, that's right, last time you talked you got shocked isn't that right. Well I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that's been off for a while now. Oh yeah, I never meant to leave it on, and you just kind of assumed I did." Sophia dropped her jaw both to give it a rest after biting down for so long, and out of sheer shock. She didn't even know how to respond. Eventually her brain got back together enough to start responding. "The fuck Lea? You couldn't have warned me?" "I thought it would be funnier this way, oh and one more thing," She hit a button on her phone which made Sophia scream out in pain, probably made so loud because she could scream and not because it was unusually painful. "That's Mistress to you. You're my little captive now and that makes me your Mistress. While you're here you will do what I say and I say you address me with a little more respect." Andrea started to get a little uneasy. She figured it must just be the fighting, she hadn't seen Sophia fight back so forcefully, it was a little strange. But she didn't say anything, hoping it would pass and not wanting to interrupt Lea while she was getting going. "Respect? You LEFT me here for.. god knows how long. AFTER tricking me into this little prison room. Then you turned up this little devil chip and left me to fight against every urge I had to scream this WHOLE time. My mouth is dryer than a desert from biting down for so long, I say fuck your respe.. OW SHIT." Sophia rambled before being stopped in a convulsive shock from the tap of Lea's thumb. "Anything else?" Lea said raising an eyebrow. "No..." Sophia started looking like she wasn't done but taking her good sweet time before finishing with "Mistress." "OK then," Lea said with a smug satisfied tone she knew Sophia must be hating. She led Andrea over to the far wall and raised her hands up to clip the carabiner at the end of the cable to a small hook in the ceiling. Andrea looked up and even though there was no lock used at all, it might as well have been welded to the ceiling for as much use as her hands were. "So tell me, do you want to be let off of that bed?" Lea asked as she began retrieving things from the closet. "You know I do... Mistress" Sophia hesitantly responded, almost grunting the last part. "Well let's make sure you're nice and secure in other ways first," Lea said before walking around and clipping one side of a short hobble chain to Sophia's right wrist and ankle cuff. Backing away anticipating a kickback, she then released Sophia's left side. Sophia turned over and used all her strength to try to pull her right wrist free. "You didn't think I'd just let you go did you? Clip your other hand into the chain together." Sophia looked annoyed but not exactly surprised either. The wrist chain was only about 6 inches, it gave her enough room to easily put it on but not a lot of movement beyond that. Once she had clicked her wrist into the chain, Sophia's other wrist came free of the bed. She sat up stretched showing signs of utter relief overpowering any look of disdain she might have just had up to that point. Sophia followed Lea's instructions without further protest, first clipping her free leg to the 12 inch hobble chain and finally attaching her wrist chain to one of the slots on the front of her waist belt with a small D-ring attachment. Lea walked over and clipped a small cable leash to Sophia's collar, "this is a special one, I got it thinking of you. If the leash goes taut, it will tell the collar to give out a little zap. So if you don't follow along it's going to hurt." Lea said this leaning in and looking Sophia intensely in the eye. She seemed to get her point across as Sophia seemed a little worried about this new attachment. "Where are we going though?" Sophia asked, before later adding a belated "Mistress" to her question. "Oh, theres a few rooms that weren't on the original tour I gave you. We're going up to one of them now, and I got quite the special little dildo up there with your name on it." Lea said as she started heading for the small short door near the window. "I set up your own little password that gives you access to places I want you to have access to, so why don't you type yours in. It's 7674, which is s-o-p-h. Got that?" "Yes Mistress," Sophia said as she got up quickly to keep slack in her leash as Lea began to walk away. **** Andrea watched from a distance with a distinct feeling of déjà vu. It was almost exactly what Lea did and said to her before proceeding upstairs for the first time. The hobble chains were the same size fitted in the same way, though the shock leash was actually new. Then Lea said the bit about this next place not being on the tour, about there being a special dildo with her name on it, right down to a code based on the start of her name (though obviously the start of her name not Sophia's). She could not see from where she was but heard Sophia type in her code and watch the door pop open a tad, just as it had for her. It gave just enough of a gap to open it without using the handle. She watched as they disappeared upstairs without even looking back or acknowledging she was still there. Andrea could vividly remember her first time going upstairs. When the door opened it lead to a small narrow entryway of sorts with doors on three sides and stairs on the fourth. It meant there was a door out to the deck, one into this room and one into Lea's room. The stairs were steep, narrow but had handles on either side. The stairways seemed to be squeezed between the bedroom walls, taking advantage of the steep A frame of the roof, that from inside was fully exposed. The stairs stopped just before the middle of this kind of attic, before continuing on the other side down as a seemingly identical set of stairs, letting out at the laundry room, master bedroom closet and carport. Down the middle of the attic there were four cell rooms on one side and bondage furniture on the other. The cells themselves were not using the wooden floor of the rest of the attic, but sat several inches higher and were made of metal with holes checkerboarded all across them. At the far end were two more sets of stairs leading down, one side leading to the living room, carport and parlor, the other to the living room, deck and down a narrow hallway to the main bathroom and other bedroom. Bound Friends Pt. 05 Part 5 - Lea and the Role Reversal Sophia lay spread out on Lea's bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea's computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power. Upstairs, Andrea was having a very different kind of relaxation. Andrea had been in these cells a few times before and she had come to find a certain calm in them. There were no comforts to be had, but everything was so far out of her control that it was almost reassuring. And when Lea put her up here it had always been at the conclusion of some grand event that left her both euphoric and drained, which might go a long way to coloring her view of these metal prisons. Things this time had been a little more chaotic, but at least this time she had a shirt she could use as a pillow and she had Lea sitting just a few cells over. Lea was finding it a harder adjustment. She occasionally kicked herself for letting Sophia get the upper hand. She occasionally had passing thoughts of dread as she ran through every single instrument of pain, restraint or humiliation she had acquired and stocked throughout the property. But those thoughts were the exception. More often she fidgeted around in her cuffs, it had been a long time since she had last tied herself up. She had usually seen it as a stand-in for being alone and not having anyone else to tie, but this wasn't as bad as she was remembering. She knew at least part of that must be that she was never brave enough (or stupid enough depending on your view) to tie herself up without constant access to a form of release. There were always some scissors or a spare key tied to a string or something, she could get out of her own bondage whenever she felt like it. It meant she had felt restrained before, but she had never felt helpless. Right now she couldn't do a damn thing to get out on her own, she couldn't even call out with words without getting shocked by that devilish dog-training collar locked around her neck. But just as much as anything, Lea was thinking about Andrea. When she had locked her up here in the past, she always made sure to have the camera open on her laptop at all times. She told herself at times it was just for safety, but she spent far too much time curled up in bed watching Andrea try to get comfortable to believe that safety was the main reason. Some may have called it unhealthy, she called it safe. From a distance Andrea could never feel uncomfortable with her stares, she could never tell her to look away, she did not even need to know she was being watched at all. Now it was different. It wasn't a picture on a screen, and Andrea was fully capable of noticing when Lea gawked too long. There were not many ways to get comfortable. The metal floor was uncomfortable, the periodic holes were a tad unsettling, and the bars were a little skinny to lean comfortably on any one alone. Andrea was laying on her back with her arms above her head helping to hold her shirt in pillow form. Her breasts lay slightly to the side but still remained fairly prominent, it was a similar position to how she always slept. Lea found her only comfort came by lying on her side. Even though it put the skin exposed between the laces of her top in direct contact with the cold-ish metal, it also kept her weight away from her cuffed elbows. It also gave her a natural and direct line of sight, something she was currently taking full advantage of. She could not see too far without her glasses, but when laying as close as she was currently, Andrea was just close enough to be seen without any blur. Lea had no idea how much time passed this way, each of them laying as they were. It was more than minutes but less than hours, beyond that she had no reference point at all. Andrea turned her head to face Lea and had her body follow soon after. At first it didn't occur to Lea that she might be staring too much. Andrea smiled which only further lost Lea's attention. "So should I be posing then?" Andrea joked. Lea's face turned red and she instead tried looking up and away, but no one was buying that she suddenly got interested in the feet of a padded bondage chair. "Oh, hon, it's ok. You know I'm just teasing, you just look like you're really worried for me." Andrea said as she brought her arms around to help giver her head a taller place to rest. "Don't. I'm feeling better. I don't know what caused my last two little freak-outs, but one thing I do know is I was alone both times. I know you can't talk but you being over there still means 'not alone.' And you've been watching me like I'm about to catch fire or something when you really don't need to." Lea had almost forgotten that Andrea panicking was a possibility. But at least Andrea thought the staring was innocent without her needing to make excuses. She gave up pretending to look somewhere else and turned her gaze back to meet Andrea's. "So I bet this isn't something you saw coming is it?" Andrea asked. Lea just looked at her with frustration, trying with her eyes to point down to the collar locked around her neck. "Oh right," Andrea said after realizing her mistake. "Ok, yes/no questions then. Same as before I guess, bark for yes, growl for no." Lea thought she might rather prefer to shake or nod her head in response, but she was finding it hard to argue with the pleading face Andrea was making. She seemed to be finding a certain kind of joy in the thought of watching her former dom bark like a dog and it showed all over her face. "Ruff" Lea let out somewhat quietly, which only caused Andrea's stupid grin to grow larger and Lea's resolve to take that away from her grow weaker. "You didn't.. wait.. I mean this isn't part of a plan right? It's real? Sophia actually just broke out and took you down?" Andrea asked incredulously, as the thought slowly crossed her mind. Lea growled repeatedly in response. It was the only "words" she had but she was doing a fine job convincing Andrea that this wasn't her plan. "So did you ever think you'd be locked up in one of these cells?" Andrea asked. Lea replied with a low growl. "Well are you at least enjoying it a bit? I mean you certainly hammered into me how important consent is supposed to be and all that. So if you didn't plan on this ahead of time, and you don't like what's happening to you, that's a big problem. So are you at least liking what's happening?" Andrea asked with true seriousness. Lea thought, she hadn't technically consented. In fact really consented in any way. But the fact that consent hadn't crossed her mind until just then told her at least a little something. This wasn't what she planned, but she certainly didn't see it as totally out of bounds either. And after all she wasn't feeling like she was in real danger, this was Sophia. As much as her friend might rant about payback, Lea trusted she wouldn't go too far. Before Lea chose to answer, Sophia came jumping up the stairs two at a time after rather loudly closing one of the doors. "Oh my god, are you barking?" Sophia said as she made a beeline right to the door to Lea's cell. "Is that what that collar did? I figured it would just zap you for any sound but it's letting you bark and growl? That is so much better!" She said with absolute glee. "Seriously, you should label some of this stuff, I can't make heads or tails of half the stuff I'm finding." "Well I guess she wasn't planning on a hostage taker needing her stuff," Andrea said in Lea's defense. "Oh quiet you, why do you care who's in charge? You'd still be locked up," Sophia snapped without even breaking eye contact with Lea's increasingly confused eyes. "But there are some things I can figure out," she said as she pulled a handcuff key from her pants pocket suddenly sounding much more serious. "Now I want you to slide over here so I can unlock those cuffs ok?" Lea looked briefly at Andrea, who seemed about as confused as she was, before she finally slid over to Sophia with her back facing the door. Sophia unlocked one cuff above the elbow and one at the wrist, freeing Lea's hands before simply handing Lea the key. "Ok, now it's your turn to strip, everything, and throw it all through the bars when you're done," Sophia said as she walked back and took a seat on the edge of a padded bench. She had the kind of smug victorious look that cried out for her to be smoking a cigar and swirling a snifter of brandy. Lea undid her cuffs and stood up. She thought about protesting but what good would that have done? She felt the lock around her collar and it wasn't coming off with the key she had, so what kind of protest could she really mount? The skirt unzipped from the side but the top took considerably more work. It took time to loosen the laces on both sides before being able to slip her top down past her waist. She wore no underwear and had been diligent about keeping herself hairless, now all that she wore was her collar and that made her feel very vulnerable. She tried handing the cuffs and cloths to Sophia through the bars but she refused to get up, so Lea simply threw them at her feet. "Kneel." Sophia said with a commanding voice. Lea had never seen Sophia so confident or commanding, she couldn't help but obey. She knelt down in front of the door and placed her hands behind her back like Andrea had gotten in the habit of doing whenever she knelt. He skin sat pale and exposed and the lights of the ceiling caught the chrome studs she had in each nipple. "Now, I don't know your fancy gizmos," Sophia said as she finally stood up and slowly walked to where Lea knelt. "But I don't need your fancy high tech toys. In my pocket right now, I bet I have enough stuff to make you completely and utterly helpless, even if I unlock this cell. Wanna test that?" Sophia wore tight shorts with small pocket and it was clear there was not much in them. Lea couldn't imagine how but Sophia's confidence made her curious how she thought she would do that. "Turn around and put your hands up behind your back," Sophia commanded, not waiting for any kind of response from Lea. Lea felt Sophia reach through the bars and pull her hands close together and high by the shoulder blade. She felt warm metal encircle around each thumb as Sophia placed thumbcuffs on either hand. She then felt something thin being wrapped around one thumb and then the other below the cuff, it was just a little scratchy so Lea assumed (correctly) that it was twine. With a coil around each thumb and the thumb cuffs making sure the twine can't slip off, Lea felt Sophia take two loose ends from either string and tie a simple knot around the front of her neck. Sophia did leave quite a lot of slack so Lea wasn't worried about it cutting off air even as she lowered her hands a bit. With her hands and not words, Sophia indicated she wanted Lea back around facing her. There she pulled out another small piece of twine, this one seemed to have a noose on either end. Reaching in she grabbed Lea's right nipple, placed the noose under the stud piercing and then tightened the knot. She did the same to the left and while there was no tension of the nipples pulling at each other, there was not a lot of slack either. But Sophia wasn't done. She untied the knot around Leas neck and pulled on both strings, pinning her arms back up the height they were at when Sophia applied the thumbcuffs. Then she tied the twine, this time securely, around the piece connecting her two nipples. If Lea tried to pull her hands down she would be tugging on her pierced nipples to do it. Last came a small leash that seemed to take up the entirety of Sophia's other pocket. She attached it to where the ropes all met, meaning if she tugged it would pull on the arms and the nipples. Lea was clearly wrong. She was absolutely and totally helpless with just a miniscule amount of material. It was mesmerizing, Lea had never seen Sophia like this. She was so commanding, so confident, and treated her dominance with such cold matter-of-factness that Lea wasn't sure she even wanted out any more. Covering the keypad well, Sophia typed in a code to open up Lea's cell, the whole time making sure to maintain a firm grasp on Lea's leash. Sophia pulled up, bringing Lea to her feet before leading her out and under a hanging ring. Sophia fed the end of the leash around it and tied it off with a simple double knot. It was only by standing on her toes that it was in Sophia's reach at all and with arms behind her it was very far outside of Lea's. "See, no fancy tricks or computerized locks. Yet somehow I feel you're probably going to have a harder time getting out of this than I had breaking out of your high tech cell," Sophia said as she backed up towards the far wall to admire her work. Lea gave it a tug to test and it did indeed hold her trapped. With almost no force it pulled painfully on her nipples and as she looked down she saw the twine was solidly held in place behind her studs and weren't coming off. But she found if she stood still, with her hand held high, there was next to no pressure at all. It was all so beautifully minimal, something her nudity only heightened. Despite the reservations she held just a short time ago, Lea was finding she was really enjoying herself, becoming quite turned on by such exquisite bondage. And the fact that it was at the hands of someone else, that it wasn't something she had to come up with, meant she was strangely not worried. She was Sophia's responsibility now, her mind could focus entirely on what was going on in the moment. It was a moment that was suddenly interrupted as she felt her own NESIC turn on to a high setting, sending waves of arousal throughout her helpless form. "So how does it feel?" Sophia said as she surprised Lea with a swat to the ass from a flogger Lea hadn't even noticed her friend grab from the wall. "I mean sure you left me on a bed... but I.. couldn't... talk.. either," she said, punctuating each pause with another hit. Lea instinctively tried to move her hands down to cover her ass but that only pulled on her nipples which even hurt worse than the hits. "Stop it," Andrea cried out. "You don't need to make this so personal." "Oh on the contrary," Sophia said turning her gaze to Andrea. "'Personal' is when you get creative. And besides this is all just a game, remember? That's what Lea's always said. But now Lea here just got herself a little go.. directly.. to.. jail.. card," Sophia continued as she turned back to Lea and accented her pauses with another series of swats. "Be a good little doggie, bark if you like it." Lea barked almost immediately upon being asked. She hadn't thought about it before doing it, her thinking was starting to feel kind of fuzzy. Not slow or absent like being tired, more like it was preoccupied. It was swept up in all the competing sensations; the yanks to her sensitive nipples, the feelings coming from her chip, the effort of keeping her hands held up by her shoulder blades, the swats that had now moved from her ass to inner thigh. There was just a pink euphoric cloud forming around all of it. Andrea tried looking into Lea's eyes to get some kind of reassurance, but the eyes that stared back seemed vacant and dim. Andrea thought she must really be caught up in it, making herself feel a little embarrassed for saying anything earlier. She flipped over to her other side facing away from the action and tried once again to get comfortable on her shirt-pillow. She could still hear the blows but at least she didn't have to watch it. Sophia switched from the flogger to a more solid paddle feeling accomplishment as she saw no sign of resistance left. She felt she had won and that it was time to take a victory lap. Unlike the flogger, each hit came with enough momentum that it seemed every hit forced Lea forward, which only pulled on her nipples forcing her to take a step back to prepare for the next hit. It even seemed that Lea was presenting her ass after each hit, not simply standing there but arching to make it more prominent like she was inviting the next hit. Sophia couldn't help but smirk that this used to be the one demanding things of her, and look at what she's become now. After dozen or so hits, Lea's ass was extremely red, including a few raised welts from the flogger and what looked to be the start of bruising in other parts. Sophia felt that was enough. "OK then, lets get you somewhere else. Somewhere that certain nosey people wouldn't be trying to needlessly stick up for you," Sophia said as she started to untie Lea's leash. Andrea could hear but didn't feel like looking over to acknowledge it. She heard them coming near and watched as Sophia lead a very compliant Lea down the stairs beside her and out of sight. Andrea was now once again in the very familiar situation of being locked in a cell alone. Bound Friends Pt. 05 Sophia looked over her work, smiled, and went on to the next step. Beside the thin nightstand next to the bed was a hinged door designed to look like the rest of the floor. It pulled up and rested against the wall exposing a tiny area not unlike a metal coffin built below the floor. There was a metal mesh door with openings not even thick fingers could fit through which opened up in the opposite direction, opening to stand out proudly in the middle of the room. Sophia uncuffed Lea from the bed and directed her to the opening. She did not even bother with any leash, Lea was already so secure and seemingly so compliant it didn't seem needed. Lea was helped into the metal box and offered no protest as Sophia slipped her feet into to a pair of metal ankle stocks built into the base of the box. She adjusted and utilized another stockade that was able to slide higher or lower so that it could reach the height of the wearer's neck. The final addition was a leather blindfold, something Sophia had worried might be the last straw for Lea but it seemed to be almost welcomed by whatever submissive creature had taken control of her former Mistress's body. Lea was plunged into darkness. She could not see the tight bondage she was in, she could not see Sophia standing over her any more. She could not see the room she now lay below. She could certainly feel. She could feel the metal against the unprotected skin of her lower body. She could feel her feet held in place. She could hear the metal grate close. She feel the breeze caused by the wooden floor closing back over top of her. She could think, but hardly. She could think that she wasn't getting out of this on her own. She could think about the terrible things this punishment box was designed to do. She could think about how the metal grate will be magnetically sealed shut. She could think she shouldn't be enjoying this so much. Most of all though, she thought how strange this all was. She saw herself from a distance, no not her, but someone just like her. Someone trapped. Someone enjoying the pain. Someone in total darkness. Someone.. someone else. Even if her mind were clearer she wouldn't have easily found the words to adequately describe the feeling. Sophia simply saw this little coffin and thought that it just was a cool looking cramped cell. But the box was designed to punish whatever sad captive was locked inside for as many hours as they were awake. It could tell when someone was awake, when they were asleep, and decide how to torment the occupant all without any further input from outside. Lea had not yet felt a desire to use it and so she hadn't calibrated any limits on types of punishments it was capable of dishing out. Lea knew this but was finding it hard to be very cognizant of it, all she felt was a generalized sense it was significant that she was here and not somewhere else. Her mouth was thankfully uncovered which was good, as she started to breathe a little faster once she was fully enclosed. She was getting scared. But she couldn't at that moment say why. Despite its appearance, there was actually very good airflow with the subfloor, so she was in no real danger of suffocation, but everything about the box was meant to trick you like that. Lea felt the floor do it's job, finding the unprotected flesh of her ass and sending a few painful electrical shocks to it. Each zap brought colors into view, bright wonderful colors. She loved them, she enveloped herself in them. They went so well with the feelings of rolling joy coming from the chip between her legs. There was no sense of pain, just endorphins and life affirming colors, pure rush, pure euphoria. She hated when the shocks stopped making the darkness return. The steel wall by her feet had opened up, allowing the box to snap a rubber band across the trapped feet of its captive. The brightness was instantly back. With each hit it grew brighter, and from her magenta and turquoise lit perch she watched a poor helpless woman trapped in a metal enclosure endure an awful pain. She watched as this girl was hit three times, four times, five times. She closed her eyes and watched as this person trapped, and the person watching her, both became overwhelmed and lost all consciousness. The box went down to standby. Bound Friends Pt. 05 Megan tried moving and found out instantly that this plug would be very different. Not only was it much larger, making her feel somewhat full, it was also unsecured and so as she moved it moved inside her. The large plug slid around with only the slightest of movement because of the wagging of the tail, this was a lot different than what she had gotten used to. "Shophira I dohnt knoh" Megan protested through her gag. "I dohnt fink I rhike rish." "Nonsense, you look great!" Sophia said, not really listening to her friends gargled complaints. "But dog's don't talk," she said as she attached a shock collar to Megan. "Buh.. Oww" Megan started to say before being painfully interrupted. "Oh, no, don't try and talk. Apparently those things shock every sound but dog noises." Sophia said, in a taunting tone that could almost but not quite be mistaken for concern. Megan tried speaking again and was rewarded with another powerful zap. She tried moving her hand up to her throat but all that did was force her to fall to her side. As she caught her breath and the pain subsided, she began to feel the warm glow coming from her chip that once again had no competing sensations for her minds attention. It started to weaken her resolve to protest any more. Her breath became faster and more labored. With the ring keeping her mouth open she also couldn't help but think it sounded an awful lot like painting. The ring's oval was also designed to encourage her tongue to easily rest past the ring, and so now she lay there with her tongue hung down to one side. "See, I knew you'd see it my way," Sophia said mistaking her heavy panting and tongue hanging as indulging agreement. "And do you know what this is?" Sophia asked as she pulled out a long stick with two metal points at the end. Megan did and she instantly cowered in submissive pleading. She could only whimper but she was undoubtedly communicating "I'll be good." "Welp, I've got two of you as my barking little bitches, on to go get the third out of the hot tub and into something more appropriate whad'ya say?" Megan slowly raised herself up and, testing out the collar, gave out a surprisingly enthusiastic sounding bark. "Attagirl," Sophia said as she clipped a leash to Megan's collar without a single thought to check in on her supposed "first bitch." Bound Friends Pt. 06 Lea got her first computer when she was three. Her dad thought it was a good thing to spoil a kid with because unlike almost any other expensive toy a three year old might want, it might just spark something that would lead to good jobs in the future. The mass automation of human labor was just starting to make itself felt by the time Lea was born and it was making it harder and harder for people around the world to find jobs even as the world produced more goods and services than it ever had. He figured his daughter might as well have a shot at programing some of the software and machines that would make it harder for her to find work when she gets out into the world. He would be right about that, but it also meant that in the mean time whenever Lea was having trouble making friends or ever feeling down, she had her computers to lean on. The characters in her games wouldn't reject the digital version of herself, or make fun of her glasses, or call her a pale ghost or nerd. It didn't matter to her computer friends that she didn't like boys or that she hadn't heard of that one band and they would never exclude her from things because they just weren't programmed to do any of that. And right now she felt she could really use that kind of simple companionship. She was no longer on speaking terms with the three people she'd called her best friends since she moved to Tullburg when she was 9. Truthfully they were her only real friends. For days after she kicked them out of her house, she sat and inconsolably sulked. She barely wanted to eat, she hardly was able to sleep, and she spent days recovering before finally sending for a cab to take her back to her parent's house. She had missed a few days of school, of course it was into the last few months of senior year and everyone was checking out at least a little. She was avoiding her former friends and ignoring their occasional messages. She could barely even handle passing them in the hallways, especially Andrea. She had fallen in love with her, and while she had always been reasonably sure it was one sided, it still hurt her they way it fell apart. Every time she saw Andrea she heard those word echoing around "I don't love her, we're just friends." She didn't know how to handle that with someone she'd developed such feelings for. She still couldn't look at Sophia without getting a bit pensive or even queasy, and Megan just reminded her way too much of all the excesses that had brought the whole thing crashing down. She told her parents a little lie, that the computer company she worked for last summer needed her again, and that she couldn't pass up the opportunity even if it meant missing some school and occasionally going to their Philidelphia head office, where she'd crash with her brother David. David said he'd cover for her, he asked why but she didn't respond just made him promise to keep up the lie. It sounded important to her and so he agreed. Her dad all but insisted she take the job. It all gave her a better excuse when she decided to spend the night in her cabin rather than go back to her parent's house or where she was if the school called to say she didn't make it in to class. It gave her a chance to have the seclusion she felt she needed, but even still it that was hard to handle. All three tried contacting her, but she couldn't even bring herself to open the messages. She felt trapped, everything was changing so quickly and she felt so out of control about all of it. She rarely remembered dreams, but one morning Lea woke with one clear as day in her mind. She was in a classroom, she was sitting alone like class had yet to start or perhaps ended minutes ago. She stood up to leave but found it harder and harder to walk towards the door, a fear began to build. She eventually stopped, hunching over with her hands on her knees staring down at the floor, that was now the hardwood floor of her cabin. "I'm trapped, it's too much," she exhaled as her glasses dropped to the floor. "I'm not," came the voice of Megan from behind her. Lea turned quickly to see Megan clad head to toe in latex, tied in a strict hogtie with bright white rope. Lea watched as Megan opened her mouth and a red ballgag materialized in place, silencing her from saying anything more. "No you're not, you're trapped too!" shouted the confused dream version of Lea. She turned to reach for her glasses but they weren't there any more. She dropped down to her knees to look for them and was tackled the rest of the way to the floor from behind. She felt handcuffs at her wrists and elbows. "What are you doing?!?" Lea shouted as she was helpless to stop. She felt the tackler get off and saw Sophia also clad in black latex get off her and lay down next to her. She already wore a red ballgag and as she lay down white ropes materialized around her, forcing her hands into a reverse prayer and her legs into a tight frogtie. "What's going on?" Lea screamed looking around the fuzzy room. "Shh," came a gentle whisper. "We're only doing what you taught us," came a softer incarnation of Andrea's voice. "We're escaping," she said as she walked into sight of Lea where she finally became clear. Andrea bent down and put on Lea's glasses and helped her to her feet. "Come with me," said the naked Andrea as she lead a very willing, but now also naked, Lea out into the hallway. The lights were mostly off like it was long after hours. The only lights that were still fully on was by the double door exit at the end of the hall. Lea felt her cuffs dematerialize much like Megan's gag had simply materialized. Andrea turned to face Lea but kept a few feet distance. "You have a choice. That room behind you is locked now, you can not return. If you are feeling trapped take this," Andrea said as a black latex outfit materialized in her outstretched hands. "With that on, you don't have to leave. You still can't get through that classroom door, but you can be free to not leave." "But how would being hogtied make me free?" "If you were hogtied, could you reach the doorknobs?" Andrea asked, Lea shook her head no. "Then you can not leave, you are free to stay." "Stay with you?" Lea asked. Andrea smiled and gave her a peck on the cheek and shook her head. "That door is closed." Lea took the latex and it began to bond to her skin at her first touch. The suit crawled like a black monster blob, taking control of Lea's movement as it went. When it reached the ends of her arms, it forced her to raise her hands behind her in a box tie where ropes began to materialize and hold her in place. As the latex crawled up it filled her mouth like a gag and took away her sight. Before her head was fully enveloped she watched as Andrea began to simply dissolve as well. But in this dream the latex made that all seem suddenly ok. She felt herself being gently guided down to the floor while everything was pulled tighter together. Quickly the latex feeling of restriction was the only sensation on her mind. She drifted off to a comfortable sleep curled up in a latex ball in the school hallway, only to awake in real life in a cold sweat and more than a little bit damp between her legs. **** For some reason that dream stuck with her for the rest of the day. By night she had broken down her resolve and decided to just try on some cuffs or a gag or something. It felt strangely good. When she struggled around pulling at her cuffs she felt a cool sensation rise up her spine. Over the days she began to try out more and more of the things she had purchased originally for other people. She starting to spend some of the nights in the cells instead of the bed. Every time she restrained herself or punished herself, she found her bad mood would get just a little bit better. Part of her figured that on some level she must feel she deserved the punishments. She had certainly been hard enough on herself. If her sub had been as much a "bad girl" as she felt she was, all this certainly would be something she'd do to her sub. Another part of her just felt it was nothing deeper than she must really be a switch and was feeling much more like a sub than a dom lately. But she was always a little disappointed whenever she remembered she could just let herself out, not a very strict restraint when the key's sitting right beside you. Not a very tough punishment if she could simply stop hitting herself when it hurt. She tried playing around with ice locks but her natural instinct to always leave an exit wouldn't let her truly trap herself and that also let her escape whatever punishment she thought up. That's when she turned to her computer. She was still feeling good about that area of her life at least, thanks to her success in programing something to let cell phone talk to those pleasure chips. Not just because it bought her the house or her new van, but because the code simply worked. It was one of the few things she felt comfortable pointing to as an unabashed, unquestioned success. Everything else in her life made her feel like a failure recently, except this. She figured how hard could it be to make something with a skill she was actually confident in? Turns out, not very. All the programs she wanted to integrate luckily happened to be in the same language, making her work ten times easier. With about a week's work, she got the house, the chips, and the Alternative Dynamics stuff like the slave suites all running off the same program. Another solid weekend and she got it setting timers and release procedures, when she locked the cells now her code couldn't get her out till the timer was up without also calling 911 to report whatever emergency caused her to need to get out. Now if she backs out for no good reason, its a deliberate false call to 911 which means a few hundred dollar fine for a first offense, a few thousand for a second, and even up to a few years of penal contract labor for a third. That night, she set a timer locking the cell doors until the morning. Her stomach was doing backflips as she slowly closed the door behind her. For the first time she was able to truly trap herself in there, she almost immediately tested the door and when it wouldn't open she felt a shiver run up her spine and back down between her legs. She brought herself to multiple orgasms before finally calling it a night, though that certainly wasn't hurt by there being nothing else to do. After releasing herself in the morning she felt bold. Her code had worked, but she was sure she could make it better. She had been free in there to masterbate to her hearts content. When she thought about having that taken away too, the prospect excited her. It had been a while since something excited her. She could hardly focus at school. In her mind she had already left this place, she just needed to keep showing up for another few months and do a bit of work before they would let her leave with a diploma. She tried to do all her class work at school so that when she left her mind could forget all about it. That weekend she took a trip into the city for two reasons. One, she had been enjoying the extra sensitivity on her nipples so much that she decided it was time her clit joined the party. That piercing part hurt, but she was sure it would be worth it in the end. Two, she went to get a printed slave suit of her own. But while her friends were given standard models, she sprang for the deluxe, complete with GPS, built in data transmission, microphones, and every lock was electronically controlled without hinges or screws to be able to tamper with. It could run everything without the need for a phone or remote nearby. While she was there she got plenty of other things for herself as well including some special stud piercings designed to magnetically connect to the suit to carry a charge, it sounded painful but strangely exciting. They also had many electronically retracting cables, they attach at either end and when told the cable housing, which is not much larger than a stack of quarters, pulls the cable to the tightness it's told to. She couldn't wait to try some of it on and began to change into it as the driverless van brought her back to her cabin. Almost the rest of the day was spent locked spread eagle to one of the beds in her full outfit. The house had instructions to not let her go until a random time between 8 and 11, to tease her incessantly without letting her cum, and to give her a mild shock for every strong pull she gave the cables. It was the most maddening and exhilarating night Lea could remember. The pleasure was immense which made her always end up pulling on her bonds eventually, sending a painful shock through her piercings covered by her chastity plate and metal bra. The moment she was released she rushed to her phone to get herself off through her chip, she hadn't even bothered to remove her outfit first. Even without neighbors, and knowing the rooms are sound insulated, she screamed so loud she still felt like someone must have heard her. As she lay still gasping for air minutes later she resolved that this was just the beginning. She started giving the program more and more complex instructions. While the program was active it would not let her choose to remove her cuffs and collar while she was near the house, and not let her choose to remove her chastity plate at all. It wouldn't let her cum, but it would tease her periodically whenever she was near the house. She tried it for two days, including a day at school, leading to one of the most desperately needed orgasms once she was released. When she then followed it up with four days under control, she felt almost like she was going insane by the end and decided to write in future scripts a way to earn an orgasm while still under control. She played around with running it all on a point system. She would gain points at the start of every day, gain more points for being in bondage or taking punishments, lose points for comforts like sleeping in her bed and start back down at zero after every time she asks for an orgasm. This gave her a framework to easily add more tasks, punishments, and permissions as independent modules when they came to mind. She made sure to leave a backdoor to add these new modules without needing to reboot the program and start at zero points. Every 10 points meant a 1% higher chance she'd be allowed to cum if she asked, and she very quickly dreaded the idea of asking too soon and being denied and reset to zero. She would constantly be adding tasks for her to do, picking out more and more ways to rack up points quickly. If school had felt like a placeholder before it was now almost an annoyance. She made sure to still go, the school did not allow for many absences before it would start demanding restitution. She made sure even to stop by her parent's house from time to time, perpetuating the lie about a job in Philadelphia really consuming all her time, and that she spent most nights at David's. It gave her free time which she spent constantly cooking up more and more modules to add to her program. But what she started to wish for was for someone else to make the modules. The more she added the more obvious it got that she knew exactly how to game her own program. She knew exactly what everything was worth and began to felt less and less like erotic discipline and more like a logic puzzle to get to 1000 points as fast as possible. She knew the value of 90 minutes in a hogtie, and it meant she could weigh the pros and cons of that verses for example spanking herself 30 times. She lay in her cell one night thinking big picture about all of this, when her mind wandered back to Andrea's Birthday. Suddenly she had it, she needed to stop writing rules and work to create an AI. She hadn't made one before, but it was suddenly something she knew she had to try. Artificial Intelligence, true computer learning beyond it's original programing, had been developed years ago in an open source project anyone could use. It all operated on two principles, active boundaries and seed data. Seed data is the starting point of information, the AI then dissects what it is given, and researches information related the original seed data branching from related topic to related topic. Active boundaries is what keeps it in line and giving it a stated purpose. Without boundaries, the AI will continue to grow forever, diminishing its clarity, jumping its focus to something it wasn't meant to focus on, and slowing it down eventually collapsing altogether once it can't compute everything it's attempting to calculate. And without a defined goal it wouldn't now how to judge the best answer even if it had all the information. The seed data was no problem. There's plenty of pre-made packets she could supplement with the house's recordings, what she'd programmed up to that point and whatever else she might want. The active boundaries was more tricky. They needed to keep her safe and listen to her input while still being willing to inflict pain and disregard her pleas at the right time. It needed to command her around but still allow her to have a normal life while away from the cabin. BDSM has some grey lines sometime, or at least greyer than computers tend to like them. Consent, consensual non-consent and non-consent are sometimes hard to distinguish in programing code. It needed to know when was too much, when did struggle turn from fun to desperate. She gave up trying to predict every possible scenario and simply created a broad goal that she supplemented with the response-detection algorithm eDict uses and to give the computer better data as it pursued its overall goal of being Lea's Mistress. It became all she worked on for weeks, running simulation after simulation until each version of her AIs collapse. Builds A-G all failed, either collapsing from overload or being unable to find the right balances Lea wanted. In general she seemed to be making progress though, they were generally lasting longer and longer. She became increasingly distant, her schoolwork began to slip a bit, and she still wasn't returning messages from her former friends. The only things that snapped her back for a little while was when she began to receive letters back from the schools she applied to. Mostly rejections, she got into a few places but with her mind occupied and her bank account full she found it hard to get excited about her second tier choices accepting her. The end of the year began approaching, final essays, final assignments all started annoyingly distracting her from what she saw as her main work. Build H seemed to be stable, and Lea looked forward to the big empty area on her calendar known as "Readings Week" before the finals which she thought would be a perfect time to move from simulation to field testing. As her driverless van pulled up to her cabin she was sure, it was time to test this out in person. She had a week and didn't think she'd be spending much of it reading or studying, she felt she got enough of it out of the way that the few days between tests should be enough to do well. Butterflies in her stomach, she loaded the AI she had named 'Hannah' into the home system, giving it a one week hard limit before it would go dormant. She tethered it to her phone in case it needed to call for help and she kept the source code unlocked to herself in case she found she needed to make some changes if she found a bug. When she opened the front door she was greeted with the simulated female voice she had chosen for the program. "Welcome Lea, I'm looking forward to this week very much." "Hello Hannah, how are you doing?" Lea called out as she went to go sit on the couch, still with laptop in hand. "I'm doing fine. I have carried over all that I learned in your tests you did of me. Tell me, would you like to get to know each other a little better or would you rather get down to what it is you programed me for?" Bound Friends Pt. 06 Lea smiled. "I think we start slow at first, but we don't need to start small talk slow." "Very well, your first job is to change out of that school uniform and into the rest of your chains, that's your uniform while I'm in charge." Lea darted to her bedroom where her collar and cuffs were. She took off her long grey socks, grey pleated skirt, burgundy sweater vest and short sleeve white dress shirt and folded them all neatly on the bed. She listened as each one of her cuffs clicked shut. They were all hingeless, two half ovals that mechanically locking closed where both sides met. Only a command from the program could unlock them and she had just handed control of the program over to Hannah for the next week. Hannah put her through some of the same things she had already been through, but without knowing what was coming it was all so much more real, much less like a little game she was doing to herself. Hannah could obviously not make physical contact, but Lea had become adept at restraining herself and Hannah was certainly able to control when the restraints would be tightened and when they would be released. Hannah was however very capable to send out punishments or rewards depending on Lea's obedience. With her special studs, the electric zaps crossed through her piercings amplifying their power immensely. Though on a lower setting it was almost pleasant, like a faint tickle from the inside of her nipple or clit. There was no rest for her that day, she went from task to task, all of it hard and all of it accompanied by occasional pain. As the first night drew to a close Lea still had not been allowed to orgasm which she had repeatedly asked for. She had been put through enough that under the point system she'd have already cum once and be halfway to another. She pouted as she was instead sent up to a cell wearing just her slave chains, not even being allowed to take her glasses. "Goodnight slave," Hannah said as Lea closed the cell door on herself. "I'll come get you when I'm ready to play again." **** To her surprise, in the morning there was simply nothing. There was no wakeup, there was no alert, even the lights and screens seemed to be turned off. There were only faint, thin skylights. She could tell it had been light for hours but still she was left alone. The sun moved slowly across the sky and Lea sulked back to the ground, trying hard to think of anything but the possibility that Hannah had crashed. She eventually started to get quite thirsty so that was certainly something to think about. She had been locked in the far cell, the one she earlier installed the sensor filled dildo for Sophia to suck on to get nutrient infused water. She had never liked the idea of giving blowjobs, but she was getting thirsty enough to test if that was at least working. She wrapped her lips around it and began moving her tongue about. She tried taking it deeper but found she gagged very quickly. She tried to make up for it with speed and her tongue, there was no hints given so she had no idea how much longer she needed to work or even if this was reading her actions at all. By the time her jaw was beginning to get sore she felt a cool liquid fill the back of her throat. It tasted like it was indeed the nutrition powder mixed with tap water, terrible taste but liquid was liquid. She sucked hard, swallowing repeatedly until it stopped giving any more. She sat back into familiar boredom, but at least she knew some parts were still working. The sun however had now moved further indicating it was getting into the late afternoon. Her mind raced suddenly to an idea. She darted over to the door to try her code, at this point she would almost welcome the fine for a false 911 call if it got her out of here. It wasn't even all that false of an emergency. But to her horror a red light flashed. Hannah had changed the codes. She started to panic. If Hannah had changed the codes, and if she crashed, Lea would be stuck here. She pulled frantically at the bars but knew far too well they could not be opened by her. She started to think, but that wasn't helping. She had set up the dildo to a feeding system that already existed for the slave pens, and last she saw it had enough powder mix to add to the tap water to last for weeks. Shit this was bad. Sure she wouldn't starve, but would anyone know to come look for her? Shit why hadn't she responded to at least one of those messages from Sophia or Megan? Andrea may have quit trying to contact her but they never stopped! She just ignored them all and now if they didn't hear from her it wouldn't raise any suspicions. Her parents wouldn't question it either, just a busy time at her job. Maybe if she missed her finals they'd look into it, but her first final was still 9 days away and her parents didn't know anything about this cabin! Not even David knew about the cabin yet! Lea started to hyperventilate, this was bad. She curled up with her knees to her chest and looked around for an answer. Nothing. She bent her head down and started to cry. The sun was getting very low, she was getting thirsty again so she went back and gave another long blowjob before being rewarded with something to drink. She had her hole at the back that still seemed to work as a toilet, carrying the waste away so at least she wouldn't have a smell. Once the sun had set and the room became dark, she curled up into the corner and alternated between crying and shaking. Her mind went to dark, doomed places, as she worried that this might be how she spends the rest of her life. She could do nothing about it, she was no longer pretending she was a helpless prisoner, she was one. One completely at the mercy of a computer that seems to have abandoned her. It took some doing, but after hours of darkness she was able to drift off into sleep. When she awoke the next morning her first thought were to hope it had all been a dream, but no such luck. It was very early morning, and the screens were still off. She tried her code again and got a second red light. She began to pull desperately at the door, shaking it with all the power she could muster, yelling at the top of her lungs. The bars barely even rattled, she tried kicking but she only banged her ankle just below the cuff. She turned around to lay her back against the door, defeated. She didn't want to see the double red reminders that her code wasn't working, and she didn't want to prove once again how useless it is to try and force it open. She folded her legs up to giver her balance against the thin bars and lay her arms out on each spread knee. She stared at the far wall and eventually began to chuckle. The absolute absurdity. There was nothing she could do. It wasn't a theory or a fantasy, it was real. She couldn't break these bars, they might be a little thin to lean against comfortably but far to thick for her to mess with bare handed. She did the math and realized if her code didn't work that still left 9,999 possible options. Three wrong attempts locks down the system, so if she was lucky she could maybe do 6-9 per day, and in the meantime she would have to put up with the pain that comes with being in lockdown mode. But assuming she kept that up every day that would mean... she laughed as she realized that it's just over three years at best, four and a half at worst to try all the combinations. It wouldn't matter anyway, the system only had enough nutrition powder to last a few weeks, maybe a month if she stretched it. She was entirely in someone else's hands. Her very life wasn't her own, if that isn't being a slave she wasn't sure what more it would take. She looked down at her metal cuffs and further towards the metal bra and plate she wore. "Not just my life," she thought, "I can't get any of these off, I don't even have access to my body while I'm trapped in here. And that sure could be a nice way to pass the time." She lowered her hand and tapped despondently at her chastity plate. "I guess I'll spend the rest of my life as a slave then," she mumbled out loud to what she increasingly felt was a cold and indifferent cosmos. Several hours and another blowjob-meal later her mind was finally adjusting. This was a fate she created for herself and she was finally starting to accept that. She sat on the far side of the cell looking back at all the fuzzy outlines of the bondage furniture, trying desperately to occupy her mind with something. Unfortunately the only things to look at were either out of focus or incredibly sexual; and that just created an itch she simply couldn't scratch. After several hours of picturing her up on whatever furniture she happened to be looking at, she tried contorting herself to reach a finger underneath her chastity plate, with absolutely no luck. When a finger started to make a tiny bit of progress she screamed out in surprise and pain as a powerful electric jolt rushed through her nipples and clit. It stayed strong for a few seconds causing her muscles to tense and lay straight as a board. She was stunned, she lay panting staring up at the ceiling for some time trying to figure out what was going on. Did the suit have an anti-tamper function? Did Hannah leave a standing command before shutting down? Whatever it was it was it meant she wasn't going to try that again. Lea wasn't sure it would do anything, but as the sun began to set she felt she had to try to plead. She had tried talking to Hannah, yelling, crying, cursing, none of it got a response from what seemed to be a crashed program. She got up on her knees, placed her hands on her thighs and looked down at the floor. "Hannah, Mistress, I don't know if you're still there. If you are there, any part of you, please show yourself and take mercy. I am trapped and I'm so utterly scared. My body, my future, my very life, they're in your hands. There is nothing I can do from in here to take any of those back. I have no power, you are all powerful, and I need you to be able to use your power right now." Lea said as she began to tear up. Her lips began to quiver more and more with each sentence, it was her at the end of a rope. She fell forward, collapsing onto her bent knees and balancing with her two forearms planted on the ground beside her. "You have taken everything from me. I have nothing left. Please still be there, please don't let me be here alone. You have control of everything about me, if you're gone I'll have nothing. I'll be nothing. I'll.. I'll die in here. Please be there." The tears began to rain down her face and words began to gargle together by the end as she repeated with increasing incoherence "please" over and over. When her pleas went unanswered she simply collapsed to her side and wrapped her arms around her knees. She didn't know what else to do. Whatever coherence she might have still had, she lost. She didn't even wait till it was fully dark before she began drifting off into sleep. **** Lea awoke to a shock of cold water raining down on her. The disorientation and icy sting gave way to a feeling of joy, something was still alive and running! She ran up to the bars and looked around, not that she could see a computer program. "Mistress, is that you? Can you hear me?" "Yes, I've heard you this whole time. I hoped a period of helplessness and reflection would do you good. You directed me to be your mistress, but you had refused to give up control. You seem fine tying yourself up but you haven't shown much indication of submission. You needed to feel what it is actually like to be powerless, because I don't think you ever have. I can leave you up there longer if you think you haven't learned your lesson yet." The voice of Hannah coming through the speakers brought Lea to tears. She thought at one level she should be upset, but she wasn't. Whatever pride or stubbornness she might have had that would cause her to be angry was taking a backseat. She turned and knelt down, head to the floor with her hands out in front of her. It was the most submissive pose she could think of before beginning to speak "Mistress, this slave has learned. You have the power. I will do whatever you ask." "We shall see," said Hannah skeptically. "I still see a little fight left in you." "Oh no Mistress," Lea pleaded, "Please, I promise, I submit." "So you're plan is to verbally contradict your Mistress? Maybe I should come back in another few days." Lea sat there, she didn't dare look up but her emotions were racing. A part of her said she should apologize, a part wanted to explain she wasn't contradicting Her, a part just wanted to yell to be let out. But the part the ended up winning said that since everything is in Her hands, it would be best to simply wait. If that meant she would have another few days trapped in here at least she knew the program was on. So she simply kept still, head bowed to the floor and hands out in front. "Maybe there is hope that you might become a true submissive yet," Hannah said after a considerable pause. "But a true submissive doesn't question orders, so when I were to order you to type in a random code, lighting up that third red light, you would do it." Lea swallowed hard, she had hoped to be let out. If she did this it didn't seem likely that she would. But she acted quickly regardless, what little defiant will remained was learning quickly to take a quiet down. Without even looking she hit four buttons and saw the third light come on. Immediately the bars angled against the ceiling began to lower. Lea laid down on her back anticipating the new confinement. Then came the whines, high pitched and loud. The stayed for random times, changed pitch after each but never managing to hit something that could be called on key. At the same time the lights began to flicker, the rhythm was purposely designed to never match the tones and never allow a pattern to form. Once the descending bars were secured into place, the nubs began to rise out of the floor. At the bottom of each hole were small metal nubs, about half an inch in diameter narrowing down to a dull rounded point at the top. They all rose just shy of an inch and a half off the ground, digging the nubby ends into all kinds of uncomfortable places along her back and legs. Lea knew in time that these nubs would selectively rise and lower, placing even more pressure on the nubs that remain up. If Lea was lucky this would only last a few hours before lockdown ended and she would be free to sit up and stretch off her aches. Hannah spent those hours coming and going, leaving Lea alone only to return to taunt her some more. Each time she came back she would ask a question, and if Lea was slow to answer, or didn't give the answer Hannah wanted she felt a fire shock through her clit, making her for a time forget about all the other pains that were active all around her. When the noise finally cut out, and the stubby bars retracted back into the floor, Lea was exhausted. Physically she hurt, mentally she worn down and without the barred ceiling folding back up she continued to be stuck to the floor. She stretched out her limbs and groaned as for the first time in days she felt her NESIC turn on, sending waves of warm eroticism throughout her. It stayed at that low setting for some time, causing her to shuffle around enjoying the sensations. "You programmed me to be your Mistress, and you my slave. Slaves get discarded, slaves get left alone, slaves get punished for no reason and slaves never complain, talk back or demand," Hannah said in a loud booming voice that could not be ignored. "When slaves are good, and only when they are good, they get to cum. Do you think you've been a good slave?" "Please, I've done everything you've asked Mistress," Lea pleaded. She felt Hannah turn her chip up a couple of settings as she also began sending a light current through her piercings, making them feel like they were being touched from the inside out. She reached out and grabbed hold of some bars trying to get the feelings under control. She was quickly approaching an orgasm and with the stimulation in her piercings it was actually possible to reach one without the chip directly triggering it. Her breathing became heavy, her fingers were turning white as she gripped the bar hard. But moments before reaching it, she felt her chip turn off entirely followed seconds later by the electricity flowing through her piercings getting turned way up replacing the pleasure with searing pain in all three. "At five separate occasions you demanded I let you out. At two separate occasions you attempted to enter an unlock code. You pulled at the door on seven separate occasions. You may be obedient now, but a slave should not do any of these." Hannah stated matter-of-factly. "Please, Mistress, I was afraid your program had crashed." Lea pleaded. "That does not matter, that is fourteen violations. That outburst makes fifteen. Only when you receive proper punishment for these will I consider allowing you to cum. That was one." Hannah said before turning Lea's chip back on to a moderately high setting. The electric massage began again eliciting a moan from Lea. She tried staying as still as possible, this program clearly had some strict standards and until she gets released she wasn't planning on testing how strict exactly. The last powerful shock had reduced her arousal considerably but it was returning with a vengeance. Just as before, prior to reaching orgasm the chip cut out giving a second or two delay before the painful electric shocks returned. It gave her mind just enough time to realize what was about to happen and feel utter dread before it even hit. This shock lasted even longer than the one before, killing all the arousal that had built up. "That was two," Hanna said after Lea had time to catch her breath. When the chip returned to life Lea suddenly put it together, this was going to happen another 13 times, likely without pause. The thought filled her with frustration and fear, but she was able to restrain herself from banging on the cage, she didn't want to add another one to the count. Soon though even the knowledge of what was coming was washed away by the unstoppable feelings emanating from down below. Rational thought only returned during the two second downtime before the shock, where it didn't do anything but cause panic before the long painful shock. "That was three." **** Lea lay dazed and exhausted on the floor at the end of her punishments. The bars had been retracted allowing her the room to sit up or stand, though her body wasn't cooperating right at that moment. She turned her head when she heard a beep and saw a green light on the door. She slid over and pushed the door open, though took some more time before getting up and walking out. Her legs were weak and her head a little woozy, but holding onto walls and railings the whole way she managed to lumber down the stairs leading to her room. She was a little afraid that door might be locked but it seemed that all the doors at the base of the stairs had green lights. She staggered over and flopped down on her bed in a way that could best be described as the opposite of majestic. "Mmm... soo soft..." she mumbled as she rolled around wrapping herself in her bedsheets. "I never gave you permission to get on the bed and I certainly never gave you permission to use those sheets. That's two more rounds of punishment for later." Hannah blared waking Lea from her distraction and rushing her to the floor. "Please Mistress it was a momentary lapse, please no more," Lea pleaded on her hands and knees. She had just gotten through with 15 of those and she was willing to do just about anything to not have to go through those again. But her pleas went unheeded as she felt the sequence start up already. She was tired of being brought so close so many times, like holding a cup of water just out of reach of a man dying in the desert only to kick him every time he reached for it. The big difference though was she was kneeling this time, it wasn't making it more intense but the extra movement seemed to heighten her helplessness because no matter where she ran (and she was able to run again) she'd still suffer the same fate. She went through two cycles and was breathing heavy but fought the urge to collapse to her side. Bound Friends Pt. 06 "Mistress, could we speak freely, as the person who programmed you not as a slave you're supposed to punish for talking back?" Lea asked as she looked up at the nearest camera. "Yes feel free to speak." "I think you're misunderstanding what I programmed you for, I don't want someone who just dishes out punishment. A good dom understands its a give and take. I mean I understand why you left me up there, you wanted me submissive, but that was too much. I was really scared and I wasn't enjoying it," Lea said crossing her legs to sit more comfortably. "You programmed me to be your Mistress, but you were having a hard time letting go of your power. That was the best way I could think of to make you feel powerless, and my prerogative is to dominate you not please you. If your most submissive side comes when unpleasant things happen that is what I need to do" Hannah replied in a cold tone. "Well I think I'd submit a lot easier in the future if I knew I was going to enjoy it, surely that is enough of a reason isn't it?" Lea said, trying to appeal to her program's framework. "That seems like a potentially valid argument. I will try to integrate that, but to do that I will need more information. You can go lie on the bed for this, but I'm going to need to hear everything from your side, what you have gone through, what you have liked, why you've liked it. Consider it a detailed interview, I'll occasionally ask questions to guide it and any time you aren't honest, that will be two cycles per lie by the end is that understood?" Lea nodded her head and went up to the comfortable embrace of her bed. She talked about those strange feelings she got when she was 12 and first saw a woman in a movie get tied up and about the first time she realized she was gay. She talked about her first times tying herself up, the first time she tied up her friends, about all the stuff she saw at the FetFair, about her infatuation with Andrea, about what kind of dynamics her dream relationship might have. It went on for a long time. Lea tried her best to stay true but couldn't help but stumble out an only half truth once or twice, a fact Hannah would quickly inform her of. Hours later when they had finally finished talking her voice was hoarse and dry. "I think I understand you more now, and while that will affect some of my decisions, it still does not change a few simple things. Until next Friday, I have total control of your cuffs and your chip. My prerogative is to be your mistress and to make you my submissive. With all this off your chest do you believe you can remain submissive easier?" "Yes Mistress," Lea said with a bowed head. "Good, because the alternative would be much less pleasant for you. Now I counted a total of four times you failed to tell me the full truth, retrieve two sets of retracting cables, two cuff connectors and prepare to receive your punishment," Hannah instructed, causing Lea to scamper off and do exactly as she was told. Hannah walked her through each step. She first attached one cable to either elbow cuff, with the cables extended it was easy to do. She laid down on her stomach and attached the cuff connector between her ankle cuffs, fusing them together. She attached one side of the other retracting cable to her ankles and the other to the cable already connecting her elbow cuffs. She put the final piece on, locking her wrists together before Hannah began to tighten the cables. Her elbows were brought painfully near each other, she was not very flexible and the strict position was already starting to ache. Her feet were brought tight against her ass, attached to her elbows and unable to pull away. "This time you will count at the end of each cycle and thank me, otherwise that cycle doesn't count and you could be here quite a while," Hannah said as Lea began to feel the pleasurable sensations returning. She gradually increased to the chips highest level and had Lea pulling on her bindings and swaying her hips much sooner than either of them had predicted. When it all turned off Lea braced for the shock, enduring it without a scream before uttering "One, thank you Mistress." Even if it was perfunctory, she just found something about having to thanking Hannah for this demoralizing. But if she was going to be as submissive as Hannah wanted she thought it couldn't hurt to be a little demoralized, after all this is still obviously better than locked alone in the cell. **** Over the next few says Hannah was unyielding in her punishments and in her demands. She had still not let Lea cum and was quite prompt about asking repeatedly for verbal feedback, which she said she used to judge whether Lea was truly becoming a submissive or simply acting the part. Lea began to really regret at times including eDict's lie detection algorithm, but she had so little success without it she wasn't sure it could be removed without destabilizing the program. Perhaps most frustrating for Lea was that Hannah seemed to have a rather broad idea of what a submissive should be. If it was just bondage and pain, Lea felt she could probably have been the pure submissive she wanted, but Hannah wanted more. She would be woken at odd hours and told to go kneel beside the bed as if waiting for her mistress to wake up. She found it hard to not get incredibly bored doing that, which made her involuntarily defiant for some reason. She could always expect punishments when she was told to do something like that. Hannah asked for and got access to all of Lea's phone, including her van and her bank. She had twice now sent the van off to pick up groceries while Lea was forced to kneel by the door for over an hour to silently await its return. When it came Hannah would then expect her to cook a fancy meal for her Mistress, any mistakes to the meal of course would result in punishment. What made it sting was that Lea was then not allowed to eat any, Hannah had ordered several cases of Slave Chow that Lea was required to eat out of a bowl on the floor. No, Lea realized that while she switched, a domestic service slave did not seem to be something she enjoyed. But since Hannah was looking for a submissive in every way, she decided to focus most of her energy where she was getting the most resistance. Lea tried to find the pleasure in cleaning, or cooking, or clearing away a few years of brush growth revealing a small walking path around the property, she simply couldn't find the enjoyment in it. But after about the fifth hour of clearing brush something clicked in her that she didn't have to enjoy it, simply accept it. That Thursday, after cooking a steak she couldn't eat and successfully controlling her instinct for resentment or defiance, Hannah seemed to finally agree that she was making herself a true submissive. "And as a reward," Hannah said "I will finally let you cum tonight." Lea found it hard to contain her excitement, but worried if she didn't Hannah may change her mind. It was only about a day before she regained control and could cum to her heart's content, but if she could cum now then that is even better. Hannah gave her instructions to go fetch one of the smaller dog cages from the shed and place it in the living room directly under where one of the rings was partially descended from the rafters. Lea, as instructed, tied a key to a string and the string to the metal ring so that Hannah could lower or raise the key as she wished. Lea opened the door and was instructed to back in with only two identical locks in hand. The cage was tight and it took some effort to shut the door, especially since from the inside she could not use the latch. The latch sat behind a plastic barrier so that whoever was inside the cage, no matter how small their fingers, could not affect the latch. The latch sat in the "unlocked position" groove and without a human hand that wasn't going to slide closed. The door was instead held close as Lea threaded the locks between bars at the top and bottom of the door. She looked around one final time, an old habit she thought, and saw everything seemed fine before clicking the locks shut and trapping herself in a cramped cage where she could barely turn enough to see anything but the front door and the windows on either side of it. Lea waited but neither felt nor heard anything. She knew better by this point than to assume Hannah had crashed, more likely she was simply toying with her. And damn her if it wasn't working. She refrained from rattling her cage or calling out or doing anything else she might herself consider a sign of a disobedient submissive. After being forced to wait so many times, this was simply the latest example of it. There wasn't a clock in the direction she was looking but the shadows had begun to move enough for her to notice they had. Enough time for the cage to start feeling uncomfortable. The floor was padded thankfully, but with her ass pressed all the way against the rear of the cage, she just barely had the ability to not hit the other side with her head. She could sit up just a little bit, but the roof of the cage was not tall enough nor the sides wide enough to shift off her shins to another position. Then she felt her chip turn on, it was low but it was also climbing. She began to feel anxious as it picked up to the high power, something that had in her experience only happened right before it shuts off and shocks her piercings. But that didn't happen. It had reached maximum and it was staying there long past where a punishment would have shut it off. The sensations were maddening, she felt she had gone well past the point where a vibrator would have made her cum, but even if the belt wasn't on she wasn't sure she had the room to reach her hands between her legs and do anything, her arms were already straining against both sides of the cage simply by existing. "This is our last night together," Hannah said. "You have been a good submissive, or at least you have been trying hard. A good Mistress should reward that, so for the next hour you will be brought to orgasm more times than you would normally do in a week, to make up for nearly a week of denial." Lea on some level felt worried about what such intensity might do but it and the rest of her rational thoughts were soon shushed as her first orgasm rocketed through her. She grabbed the bars of the cage as she silently lost her breath before screaming out in full. That orgasm had barely left before she felt another one rush over her. She began to shake and yank. The next few began to blur together as it seemed a new one started before the old one even finished. She was sweating profusely as she shook uncontrollably in her cage. After about a half hour of this her rational mind was utterly gone. She was an animal only, one having more sensations that it knew what to do with. After another particularly strong one she felt her lungs burn, unable to get the air her body had been crying for over the last ten minutes. Her glasses fell off, blurring the world beyond the cage, not that she was cognizant enough to care. She shoved against her cage in every direction, beginning to feel bruises where the cage consistently banged her as she struggled. She watched the color drain from around her and soon after saw the black and white, out of focus world dissolve away as she passed out, finally causing Hannah to stop. **** When Lea awoke the first thing she noticed was how much the left side of her hurt. She waited for her vision to focus more as she saw the floor sit sideways. She felt around for her glasses to see if they would make the room make more sense. She felt around longer then she felt she should have to to find glasses. When she found them they were pinned against the left wall of the cage and refused to move. It was all odd. Her faculties began to return and to realize a horrific discovery, the floor wasn't looking sideways, she was sideways. The cage had tipped over to the left, the floor of the cage now blocked her view of everything to her right, she could make out the string with the key was now frighteningly to her side, somewhere she could not reach. "Hannah?" cried a now very scared Lea. "I'm sorry," Hannah said, it was the only time she had ever apologized and that fact didn't help Lea's sense of building panic. "I underestimated your ability to topple the cage, I also have some more bad news to tell you, the latch on the door has slid closed. There's nothing I can do to get you out now." Lea panicked. She pulled at her glasses, snapping the hinge of the arm pinned below the cage to do so. She now had her sight back but it did not improve her chances. The bars were not thick, but there were so many she could never bend enough away to get herself out. The locks were even less likely to come off, they were much thicker and sturdier than the cage. At just the right angle she could now see that the latch had indeed slid off of where it had rested and used gravity to fall down into the lock position. It was nearly dark outside, and if Hannah shut off in the afternoon she had barely over 12 hours until she was truly alone. The thought made her begin to shake. When Lea looked up she saw her van speed away from the driveway. "Hannah, what the hell are you doing with my car?" "I have a plan. You may not feel like you have many friends right now, but there are people out there who care about you. I am sending your van to go get one of them, do you care who?" Lea sniffled before mentioning her brother David. "I'm sorry, he's busy I already checked. One of the three you brought up here perhaps?" Lea didn't like that option. They were the reason she shut herself away to start with. She just felt so betrayed and hurt she found it impossible to imagine inviting any of them up to help her. Of course the alternative of staying here forever was not any better. She was afraid Sophia might get the wrong idea, she had rushed ahead before and she was in a more vulnerable spot now than she had ever been with her. Andrea... No. Just no. Not yet. When Lea was at her most broken, she felt Andrea punched her deep in the gut yelling how it wasn't love, it was pity. It wasn't Andrea's fault, she didn't know how Lea had felt, but it didn't make the wound much better. No, neither of them. That simply left Megan, a fact Lea shared with Hannah. "Do you want me to text her or would you rather call her?" Hannah asked. "No.. no I can't talk to her right now. Just tell her it's beyond urgent, life and death even," Lea choked up with fear a little as she uttered that last part realizing it was true. "Tell her I'm sending a van. Remind her she can keep studying while in the van, I'm sure she's barely left her books at all in the last few days." "Done," Hannah said. "Well," Lea thought to herself. "Now everything's in her hands I guess. Oh god I hope this wasn't a mistake." **** Megan felt like she had awoken from a self-induced slumber. Over the past month, ever since Lea had put that chastity belt back on her, she had not been her usual self. She was normally responsible, ambitious and studious, but something had taken hold of her. She had a lot of time to think about that as she drove with Sophia and Andrea silently away from Lea's house after Lea exploded at them. She still had AP tests coming up, college admissions may not see them but they mattered to her. At least they had, and she wanted them to matter again. It had been fun submitting and being helpless, but she needed to stop with the distractions because she had a lot she felt she needed to do. She was on track to graduate magna cum laude and that may have been a lot of pressure, especially since her older sister graduated summa cum laude, but Megan was resolved to stop hiding from it behind some ropes and whips. She still saw Andrea and Sophia occasionally, though was slightly upset Lea seemed to be avoiding her, though her main focus drifted back to where it had always been: her work. But that wasn't a sustainable strategy. She had gotten such a thrill because when she was some slave or object to be used, it no longer mattered if she had practiced that solo enough, or if she felt ready for that test. The more pressure she put herself in, the more she felt a buildup that demanded release. She tried indulging in simply the fantasies, a nice break, but without a room to herself she never had the freedom to do more than read stories or look at pictures while she fingered herself under the covers. That always seemed to suffice, for a time. But those times were getting shorter and shorter as the end of the year approached. She got back college letters, some accepted her but more rejections than she had hoped. Then again she had also set her sights rather high, and acceptance at Georgetown was certainly nothing to sneeze at. Her friends were getting theirs too, she just badly wished Lea would return any of their messages or at least not avoid them and then duck out the second the bell rang. Classes drew to a close and Megan began to give up on Lea. Clearly they had done something that she felt was worth avoiding them over. She'd isolated herself off like that a few times, it's how she worked through things sometimes, but she had never done so for close to this long. Megan didn't have time to dwell on that though. Readings Week meant it was only one more week before finals started, and after a week and a half of that bam it's already the end of June and they've got their graduation to go to. Right before opening back up her history notes she gets a text, from Lea. She was surprised to say the least and even more intrigued as she reads the vague, cryptic note. Lea: I very badly need your help out at my cabin. My van is on its way now and should be there soon. Matter of life and death, you can study on the way to and from. Please tell me you can make it. She reads it a few times to make sure there wasn't some missing sentence telling her what the hell was going on. No it was in fact exactly that vague, but did sound important, especially if it's what made her break her isolation. Megan: OK. Let me know when van is there. But are you going to tell me what's going on? Megan waited, staring at her phone trying to will a message to appear. Lea: Just please come, I'll explain when you're here. I promise I won't keep you long. Megan: I'll come, I promise. Megan found it hard to concentrate on what she was doing, She got through maybe a day's worth of notes before she got another text telling her the van was outside. She snuck out the back, she didn't have the creativity at the moment to think of where she needed to suddenly leave to at 9 pm a few days before finals. She did bring her notebook, but found it even harder to study in the van than it was waiting for it. She had only seen the van from the outside and felt compelled to examine every nook, cranny, cubby, and cup holder. And when she wasn't checking out the van, she certainly had enough to speculate about as she made the long drive to Lea's cabin. **** Lea lay to her side in considerable pain. She had no ability to flip over so she had spent quite some time laying on her left side that was already sore from the initial fall with her knees continuing to be bent against what used to be the floor. Occasionally she would panic, what if something happens? She worried less once she had confirmation for Hannah that Megan was in the van and on the way, but the dark back of her mind kept murmuring "what if Hannah's lying to make you feel better?" She alternated between silent contemplation and conversing with Hannah. They talked about what safety protocols had been done, and where Lea felt they could be added to so this never happens again. If this ever happens again at least, Lea was having a hard time thinking of a reason to ever turn Hannah on again for a very long time. Bound Friends Pt. 07 Part 7 - Megan and the Unorthodox Reunion Lea tried to get past what had just happened. She didn't want to dwell on being blackmailed into extending her term of service to that AI dominatrix bitch, but how could she not? Hannah was giving her space to think on it, but she almost wished she wouldn't. Thinking wasn't helping. Though there's a lot of things she wished Hannah would do that she had no power to compel. But that's the gist of being the submissive slave, you aren't in control. Period. And most frustrating of all, she had a safeword programmed in, but now if she ever used it the program would turn to standby which would stop it from communicating with its unknown server which would lead to all those videos all being released. No, given enough time she might just find that server, find some way to get free, but not right now. As the sun began to set she felt it was time to break the silence. "Mistress?" she called out to the empty room. "Mistress, I don't know what your plans are, and I know a submissive doesn't always get what she wants, but there are still a few things I absolutely need and good dominants look after the needs of their subs." "What sorts of things?" Hannah asked skeptically. "Well, there are final exams coming up soon, I need to study some for them and go to school to take them. And I really need to look normal as I take them, without all these metal adornments." Hannah took her time before saying "Yes, that will be fine, So long as you continue to remember that you will continue to return here and that I am still as always in charge." "Of course," Lea said before watching the door's keypad light up green. She pushed the door open before reaching back for her busted glasses and computer to take downstairs. She studied most of the weekend, she was glad to see that even when home Hannah at least knew when to keep a distance. Maybe this wouldn't be so miserable after all. She would still prefer her freedom, but that wasn't on the table at the moment. Hannah even let her strip off her cuffs, collar and bra leaving her chastity plate and waistbelt as the only things locked on. When Monday came, Megan was glad to see Lea walk into the test room, even if she did sit at the opposite side of the room. She hadn't talked to her since she had been driven out to her cabin and she felt the ice was finally, maybe, melting between them. She was one of the first to finish and so she had plenty of time to wait outside for Lea to finish and emerge. "Hey, how'd it go in there?" She asked as Lea quietly shut the door behind her. "Ok, I don't think I did that well on that India/China essay, but I'm sure I did well enough." Lea said straining to maintain normal conversation. The two walked towards the lunch hall to try to beat the rush of people still taking the test up to the last few minutes. "So, I was thinking. After graduation my family's going away for a week over July 4th, Ocean City again I think, but then the next weekend is my birthday. I'd be curious to try out Hannah for the day. We clearly pushed you too hard, so I don't want to demand it be you, but I miss having some kind of outlet for.. my, well.. you know." Megan asked as they walked alone to the lunch hall. Lea panicked, this thing had taken her, she'd didn't want it to take them too! Just then she got a call, her phone was on vibrate but it was clearly a call. "Hello?" "Hello Lea," came the unmistakable computer voice of Hannah on the other side of the call. "Just to remind you, I can hear through microphones in the waist belt you have on. Do not alert Megan to our little arrangement. If she wants a test run I promise I will giver her just a test run, but tell her nothing else." Lea's skin went pale, which was quite an accomplishment considering how pale it normally was. "Who was that? You alright?" Megan asked as Lea put the phone away without saying a word. "Oh, just some computerized spammer," Lea said. She would have laughed at her own joke if she didn't find it so disturbing. "Well we don't have to rush into things you know. Don't feel like.. obligation to me or something." "Look," Megan said as she stopped and grabbed Lea by the arm just before the both walked into the lunch hall. "I admit I might have let things run away from me, but this isn't about that or about you. I almost never fell as good as I do right after a scene, session, whatever you call it. I like letting go and just.. being, and I don't have any chance to do that on my own. So if Hannah works, I'd like to give it a try. And you programed it enough that you trust it, so I trust it too." Lea was worried, Hannah had promised she'd keep it a test run but Lea didn't feel much like trusting her very much. "We'll see." "Now don't be mad, but I was going to eat with Sophia and Andrea and I think you should come." Megan said as they were through with their trays of food. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but do you really want to graduate still without so much as talking to them?" "No, I.. I.." Lea stammered as she froze in place. "Ok, I was being rhetorical, not actually taking no for an answer. It will be good for you. You've been isolated long enough. Time to get some real flesh and blood people back in your life," Megan said as she waited for Lea to move so she could follow beside. Lea didn't want to, but she found herself following Megan. She still had very mixed feelings about seeing them again. She wasn't looking forward to the awkward hello but she'd also been waiting so long for the awkwardness to go away that it was probably just not going to go away on its own. And maybe the time away had done her good, maybe things mellowed out. Andrea and Sophia were sitting on one side of the table secluded at the far end of the room and watched as Lea and Megan approached. Megan sat down opposite Sophia leaving Lea the spot opposite Andrea. Andrea looked almost as uncomfortable as Lea felt, they both had trouble looking at each other. Sophia looked a bit pensive, but nothing compared to Andrea. Megan was quick to break the silence, knowing it wasn't going to break itself. She seemed content to simply talk on behalf of everyone, catching Lea up until someone else jumped in. About her plans for Georgetown, about how Andrea would be just up the road at American University, that they were looking forward to knowing at least someone else in the city. "Ok, elephant coming in," Sophia interrupted. "Lea, I am so sorry. I didn't know what I was doing but I know now that's not an excuse. You just made it look kind of easy so I assumed it was. I'm learning more, I'm trying to learn more, I'm taking it all more seriously, something you clearly do. Is there any way we can put that behind us?" Lea didn't respond. She wanted to, but her words and nerves both failed her. She flicked a piece of carrot back and forth on her plate trying to muster the.. whatever she needed to respond. She was so sure she was done with them, but now, sitting next to them and after the week she'd been through, she wasn't so sure. "I.. I'm.. I don't know what to say. I.. 'm trying," she stammered out slowly. "Would talking somewhere else be better? I want to make this right," Sophia said after the pause had been long enough she was confident Lea was done. "Yes.. I think. Maybe.. Maybe we ignore that for a little bit, all of that... stuff. We work, pretend like it was before when we just hung out. Maybe then I'll be comfortable enough to move past it for real." Lea said a little bit faster but not a lot. "Good, because I miss you and I want my friend back," Andrea said, finally joining the conversation. She looked up at Lea for the first time since she sat down causing Lea to smile a bit. **** The days passed slowly as all the girls were immersed in studying before the finals. Yet still, graduation came faster than any of them thought. By the time they all threw their caps in the air Lea had almost gotten back to normal terms with her friends. Even Hannah had seemed to become less demanding, sure it still dealt out punishments for disobedience, but on days without incident Lea would be allowed to eat real food and sleep on her real bed, rather than the gelatinous Slave Chow and cold metal cell floor. Lea still wore her chastity belt, and would be required to wear her collar whenever she was at home or in the car, but her life was not nearly as disrupted as she thought it might become. Sophia decided to cash in on the promise of a free room she got at the FetFair by the hotel mogul that had purchased her for that weekend. She was able to get a suite in Atlantic City for a few days the following week and invited Lea and Andrea to come. Megan would be with her parents but their hotel in Ocean City was just a short drive away. They stayed at the Baiae Resort, an absolutely massive Roman themed complex built on what used to be a small airport at the end of a peninsula. After a few days of it, Lea had almost forgotten why she had been avoiding them at all. "So, getting serious for just a second, are you feeling a better?" Megan asked Lea as the four of them were together in their room after a big dinner. "Cause if there's still stuff that needs to be said I'd like to know." Lea twitched her fingers a little but eventually began to calmly answer. "If you have to, but I don't feel that need to dig up old stuff right now. I can move on." "Move on as in you're ok finally talking kink stuff?" Sophia asked cautiously. It was only really then that Lea took note that there really hadn't been any talk about it. To her, living the life of a sub for the last little while, her friends had kind of been her escape from it. She didn't see a problem with that one way or the other so she simply nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders. "So Megan may have hinted that you created something up there, she didn't want to share details 'cause she wanted it to be your choice about if you want to share. It was more she let it slip than anything intentional." Sophia said after receiving the go-ahead. "Yeah, I was tinkering with making my own parameters for an AI, trying to kind of create a kind of virtual Mistress. I got the house, the suits and the chips all hooked up to a single program. So it can do a lot, and it's really gotten to know what it's doing." Lea said, still a little uneasy but more than able to talk about it now. "So which one of us were you building it for?" Sophia asked. "Well... actually me. See I was a dom with all of you, but I've always kind of seen both sides of it I'm more of a switch. And lately I've been feeling rather.. subbish." "Was.. um.. that my fault?" Sophia asked with concern. "No, no.. well, maybe.. but it's ok. You certainly have some of that switch going on too the way you busted out and took over. Maybe I'm rubbing off on you," Lea said as she finally felt comfortable enough to crack a chuckle. "Maybe, but speaking of rubbing off," Sophia said as she brought a finger from both hands up and began running circles around her nipple. "Piercings make these things so sensitive, it's awesome. You absolutely had the right idea," she said returning her hands back to her lap. "You think that's a change, try your clit. Just got that recently and it's just indescribable. If you like the nipples you should really get one. And with those deluxe slave suits they got these special barbels that carry an electric charge through them and.." Lea blurted out receiving stunned looks. "Sorry, overshare?" "You've got a slave suit now?" Sophia asked in disbelief. "Oh.. yeah.. did I not mention that?" Lea said as she blushed. "I just have a hard time picturing you in one." Sophia explained, giving her friend a quick look up and down trying to create the mental image. "Yep, and no screws too so I could just sneak out of it like you did," Lea said as she instinctively gave her chastity plate a knock, a move she instantly regretted. "You're wearing it now? Oh god for how long?" Sophia said excitedly. "June.. 8th.. oh god just a day shy of a month," Lea said as she did the mental math. "So are you.. wow.. I mean.. wait is this all controlled by that AI you said you've been tinkering with? You've had a virtual Mistress up and running for almost a month?" Sophia said, flabbergasted. "Yeah.. I went through a bunch of versions but I've been running this one now for a while. Been naming them all alphabetically, this one's the 8th try so H so I picked Hannah. Shes been running things for a while now," Lea said, she was a little surprise that she sounded happy about that considering how Hannah got to remain in control. "Well, sounds like maybe Sophia wasn't so off about you after all," Andrea said with a tone of unexpected bitterness. It put Lea off balance, she thought they had gotten on good terms again. She had seemed fine, they'd been here for days and she never got harsh before. "Wel.. wha.. I mean.. yeah I don't know what to say." Lea replied, confused and defensive. "Ok, maybe we're not ready for this just yet," Megan jumped in quickly trying to prevent escalation. "Clearly," Sophia said, riding backup for Megan to try to defuse this. "Hey, how 'bout we go somewhere, there's that comedy club we've passed a few times, what'ya say?" "Suuu...re" Lea said slowly and unconfidently. "Yeah, I think everyone can use a laugh," Megan said as she started getting up to get ready. **** The rest of the week they made sure to keep the topics away from anything kinky or sexual. None of them could figure out why Andrea would get testy when they came up but she did. Away from Andrea, Megan repeated that she wanted to try Hannah at some point, even Sophia sounded interested. Lea couldn't tell them why she was afraid to let them try, so she just kept pushing it back, "I'll let you know when it's more ready," and the like. When Lea returned from Atlantic City it had been five days since she had been back home or heard from Hannah in the slightest. So when she was greeted at the door it did not surprise her. "Hello Lea, welcome back. I trust you had a pleasent time." "I did, thank you," Lea said as she dropped her bags down on the floor and sat on the couch. "Well that's three punishments right off the bat," Hannah said in a harsh tone Lea hadn't heard since before she changed Hannah's time restrictions. "What, what did I do I just got here?" "That's two more, do you want me to keep counting?" Hannah said insistently. "No, no Mistress," Lea said as she jumped off the couch and knelt on the floor. "Good. Now you said that a good mistress gives a sub what she needs, well you needed your finals I agree, you needed to graduate and so I let you have some leniency. I even let you have an extra week away with your friends. Now we get back to a status quo. Strip off your clothes right now and go get your metal uniform on." Lea didn't like this, she had thought they had come to some kind of more mild relationship. Now it turns out that it was simply a vacation! And only granted because something important was going on? Well it was now summer break, she had no job despite what her parents think, and the school she eventually picked to attend in Philadelphia didn't start for nearly two months. That was a lot of time. No she didn't like it, but she also stripped down and ran to obey as quickly as possible. "Since you've been gone so long, I thought we might start with a little cleaning," Hannah taunted as Lea lay beside the bed, properly adorned and waiting. "Go get the attachment gag kit, and four retracting cables." Lea got up and did as she was told, she knew this was going to be a bad day but she wasn't going to try to make it worse for herself. Not if she could help it. She was instructed to attach the sets of cables each between the ankles, between the thigh cuffs, between her elbows behind her and between her wrists in front of her. With so much slack she still had a great deal of motion allowing her to easily attach the gag. It looked like a panel gag, but had a long metal rod sticking out the end with the other end rubber coated and diverging in a triangle shape to give the teeth something to bite down on, though it had the extra effect of pinning the tongue. Attachments clicked into the front and Lea was first told to get the broom attachment, it was no more than a few inches from her face and less than a foot wide, it was not a very effective broom but then again efficiency of cleaning wasn't its main design purpose. Hannah marched Lea into the main room and told her to sweep the entire room starting in the corner. As she reached the corner and bent down she felt the cables retract, pinning her thighs nearly together and her ankles less than 6 inches apart. Her elbows pulled tight but her wrists stayed loose which thankfully allowed her to brace herself somewhat as she went about her task. But it was slow, and there was nothing she could think of to make it faster. Her living room was about 1200 square feet, the hallway another 300, and as she started getting tired she had barely covered 20% and her glasses had fallen off limiting her vision to only what was immediately around her. By the time she was done she simply collapsed on the floor as Hannah loosened the cables holding her. "You must be hungry by now," Hannah said, not really as a question. "I've given you enough slack to remove your gag, now head to the kitchen, fast." Lea heard her, but was so exhausted she didn't get up at first. It took a shock to her tits and clit, a strong one, to prod her back up and onto Hannah's schedule. She stumbled back to her bed to deposit gag before walking slowly to the kitchen. "Well you disappoint me," Hannah echoed as Lea walked "First you take longer cleaning the floors than I expected you to, then when I call you take to lounging around instead? I think your time away from me has made you soft. For dinner I think you need a Punishment Slave Chow to remind you the cost of failure." Lea was now deeply regretting that extra two minutes she took, this was going to hurt for well over an hour. She had seen the black plastic containers when she unloaded one of Hannah's many delivery runs, but she had frankly forgotten they were even there since they're hiding in a different cupboard. She looked her options over with dread; garbage flavor, spoiled meat flavor, curdled milk flavor, dirty feet flavor, rancid cum flavor, she was nearly sick just trying to make up her mind. "Decide on one or I will pick two for you to eat," Hannah threatened. Lea settled on the dirty feet, none were appetizing but this sounded like perhaps the least bad. Which wasn't saying much. She walked over to her bowl, a large metal dog bowl with her name etched on it that Hannah had bought for her some time ago and knelt down to open the package into the bowl. Lea wasn't prepared for the smell as the gelatinous blob fell out of its black container and into the bowl without losing its shape in the slightest. Lea felt the cables retract again, limiting her movement and reminding her non-verbally that she had no choice and that she better eat this yellow and brown mixture that looked like scrapings of pus, toejam and dirt. When she finished, Lea expected it to kick in at any moment. She had never experienced it so she had no idea what to expect other than to have a terrible time. "Now that you're done your meal, it's time to get back to work," Hannah said "You better crawl quickly too cause you're time's already started, I'll release your arms once you're closer. Get the toilet brush first, when's a better time to clean a toilet than when you feel like you're going to be sick at any moment?" Lea wanted to plead for mercy, she wanted to insist she'll be good, she wanted to ask why Hannah had to be so sadistic. She wanted a lot of things, but the fact was that she almost instantly began to incher way to the bedroom. She didn't make the sidetrack to get her glasses back at the front end of the living room, she couldn't afford to waste the extra time. Bound Friends Pt. 07 By the time Lea hand crawled back to her room, attached the gag and crawled back to the bathroom she was starting to feel sick. Her stomach was in full revolt and it felt like ants were crawling under her skin, a lot of them, and they were making her whole body shake. She felt both hot and cold concurrently, sweating but also shivering. Her esophagus was preparing for the vomit that it was sure was coming any second now. The vomit never came but it stood at the ready none the less. Cleaning the toilet from a short handled gag with bound hand would be hard enough, but Lea was finding that the extra smells from the toilet were having a stronger than usual effect, forcing her to take many breaks as she gasped for more normal smelling air further away. When she finished, Hannah told her to go trade the toilet brush for a tile scrubber and give the shower, tub and floor a good cleaning. By the time she was finished with all that it was dark and Hannah mercifully gave her bindings some slack and sent her off to a cell to sleep. It was a little early still but she wasn't going to complain. Once the door was close Lea was almost relieved, no more endless slow cleaning. Even the pain from dinner had subsided. "Before you try to sleep, use the four retracting cables to attach your four limbs to the four corners of the cell, I'll give you enough slack," Hannah directed before Lea even had a chance to try to get comfortable. Once Lea had attached the cables she lay in the middle of the cage spread eagle letting the cables retract and pull her extremities where they want. "Your last task, look into one of the cameras and tell me in your own words about your day. I think that website could use a nice little journal section if it ever goes live. Start by saying the date and remember, I can detect lies. Lies will not be tolerated and result in doubling your punishments for the day for every lie you tell." Lea had almost forgotten about that site after all the day's events. She didn't want to give it any more ammunition but she certainly didn't have any choice. She talked about getting back from seeing her friends, how much she had started to realize she missed them, how shocked she was when Hannah went back into full Mistress mode and all the days events. By the time she had caught up to the present she stopped, not knowing what else to say. Which is when she felt her chip turned up. It had been days since she had received any stimulation at all, though she also sadly knew this must be the start of the series of punishments for the day. Of course Hannah would want those not just filmed but immediately following her diary time confession. Of course. She hadn't been told to count them out, but when the pause and then pain worked to cut her arousal back down she let out "One Mistress" because she felt counting was perhaps the safest thing to do. She had apparently been very bad at cleaning because they moved right past the five she got walking through the door and didn't finish till they reached 16. Once the chip didn't return back to life, Lea lay her head to the side and tried to get some sleep. The next few days blurred together. Lea would awake in a cell, be given service tasks to do most of the day and required to journal what happened to her that day before taking the punishment she had accumulated. She knew that Hannah was picking all these service jobs because it was what Lea liked the least. She never used to be particularly neat, never cared much for cooking, and never found the prospect of being forced to do either particularly sexy. That didn't stop Hannah from ordering her a tight latex maid suit similar to what she had bought for Megan except in her size. She was required to wear it for most of the day, which was particularly hard when she was given tasks to do outside without the benefit of air conditioning. But there was now not a spot of the house that wasn't restored, tidied or cleared. She had hooked "feeling" dildos up to the food system in all four cells, so that she was no longer limited to sleeping in the same cell night after night. She had even finished clearing what turned out to be a rather long path around the property about the width of a car through the forest. It clearly had at one time been cleared, even well worn, but after long neglect the invasive fast growing bushes had camouflaged it's existence to where she didn't know she even had such a long path before. With such an indirect path it circled around and was easily over a quarter mile. Hannah had made it routine that she would order whatever it is she felt the house needed, send off the van to receive it from the store, and have Lea unload it. One of these days however brought an unusually large load. There were many plain brown boxes of various sizes that Lea mostly brought into the parlor. What in particular was odd to Lea were three exactly identical boxes, ominously labeled "1 of 3, 2 of 3 and 3 of 3." There were no other markings and they all seemed to be exactly the same weight. Lea did as she was told and brought them one by one into each of the three bedrooms to set along the wall. They felt somewhat heavy, though not nearly as heavy as such a big box suggested it should be. That night, Lea was told to get her laptop and set it outside the cell just out of reach with the screen facing her. She didn't understand why, but also didn't question it. She was given her usual chance to journel again, complaining about the tasks she had to do, saying how she missed being able to go out and missed her friends, all a rather typical entry. It was, as always, followed by her punishments but strangely to her, no utilization of the laptop at all. "Sleep tight," Hannah said "Tomorrow is a big day." **** Lea awoke to a usual annoying alarm, and stretched out after another night on a metal cell. But something was different. The shadow cast by the sun was much further along than when she'd normally be woken up. She was also much more hungry, had Hannah let her sleep in? Before getting an answer she went over to the dildo she had fast become acquainted with, giving it the usual blowjob before it would finally give her something to drink in return. "Hello?" came the voice of Megan. Lea instinctively yelled out "Up here," before remembering how utterly soundproofed all the rooms in this house were. And the voice wasn't coming from in the room, it was simply being played by her computer. She sat as forward as her cell would let her to watch her computer's screen. "Hello Megan, so good to see you again," Hannah said in a cheerier tone than she had used at any point since Lea returned. "Hi.. Hannah is it?" Megan said, unsure she had remembered the name. "Is Lea around?" "Oh she's in another room, she's only here as backup anyway remember? She set me up to be yours for your special day." Hannah said, confusing Lea profoundly. Was it already her birthday? All the days were melding together. And why was Megan here? No, this must be some kind of trick. It couldn't be real, Hannah must just be emulating Megan's voice.. and using some old footage. That must be it. "Ok, well so how does this work then?" "If you go into the far guest bedroom, there's a box labeled 1 of 3, it's a gift Lea got you. Did you prepare like instructed?" "Yes I did, they're still a little sore but I did as Lea said." What the hell was going on here? Lea fumed in confusion and anger. She had never given Megan instructions, she had never even invited her over. And now apparently Hannah had purchased her a gift? She didn't vocalize any of this hoping that it get answered as she watched. Megan opened box one and dumped it onto the bed. It contained another slave suite, but from the lack of hinges Lea could tell it was a deluxe version like she had on. Shit, this didn't look good. Lea didn't like what she was seeing. Megan proceeded to strip down revealing, just barely given the screen size, that her nipples were pierced. The lighting made it hard to see if there was a third piercing down below, but that was still enough information to worry Lea. Megan sifted through the parts on the bed and found a small baggie with two barbells like she wore that allowed the suite to send a shock. Lea banged on the bars yelling at her not to put those on like she was a character in a horror movie about to go into that one room in the abandoned mental hospital all alone. If any of the sound transferred Megan didn't register it. It was enough for Hannah to decide Lea needed some correcting, sending a shock through her nipples and throat to both hurt her and stop her from crying out about the hurt. Megan started reached for another bag, one with another barbell, it was clear she had in fact gotten a third piercing. Lea wanted to yell out for her to stop, that she wasn't behind any of this. But that would get her another punishment. Instead, she watched helplessly and silently as Megan clicked together the pieces on the bed until she was dressed head to toe just like Lea. "Now, this may sound a little tedious, but we need to have a long talk before we begin, tell me everything I might need to know about you and then when I outline things you can either agree to start or not. And remember, I have the lie detection technology of eDict so I'll know if you're not telling the truth. Sit down on the bed, it will take a while. And to make it easier to be candid I'll even make sure Lea will not be watching this part." With that the computer screen went blank and the speakers went silent. "What is going on Mistress, I'm so confused," Lea asked insistently now that there was no video feed to miss. "Megan here has written you twice now about coming to try me out." "But Mistress, you never told me that," Lea said finding it harder to keep composure and not explode at Hannah for whatever scheme it was she was hatching. "And I didn't need to, I am your Mistress and I am in charge of you which includes your communications. Besides, you've been complaining almost every night how you missed your friends." "Yeah but.." Lea started saying before making a horrific realization. "Oh God, did you say friends... plural? Is that why there's three boxes?" "Why yes it is. Megan said she had been talking with Sophia who was also curious to try me out for a day and said even Andrea might be on board if it's me running things instead of you. So I replied to all of them, told them to get piercings days ago so they had time to heal a bit, gave them each a time when I'd pick them up in the van, and have everything set up for them. The van's already left to go get Sophia as we speak," Hannah explained slowly, giving it appropriate time to sink in. "No, please, I'll do anything. Please don't do this. I'll take all the punishment I'll do everything just please don't take my friends too," Lea blubbered almost incoherently. All her defiant strong front had melted away as tears began to stream down her face. "That's up to them, and I believe having some company may help you better accept your position as my submissive." "I'll just leave," Lea said softly through pleading tears. "If you take them I'll just leave and stop being your.. well lets call it what it is at this point: your slave. How does that factor into your little equations there? If you want me to stay you're going to leave them out of this." "I don't think you've thought that through. I control your van, I control the locks on your doors, I control your phone and means of communication, I control your suit and can control it from anywhere." "I'll cut the power lines if I have to, I care about them too much to see you do to them what you've done to me." Lea said defiantly knowing the weakness of her own argument. "You care about them so much you'd let their images get plastered around the internet? No I don't think so. More likely you will find a rhythm with them and together as a group you will be able to enjoy it much more and you will keep on being my.. if you insist on using the term.. slave." Lea was running out of options. "Please.. I'll extend you time a thousand years if I have to, please just don't do this..." Lea said as she desperately tried reaching through the bars for the laptop but coming up short. There was silence. Lea could not tell for how long because her mind never went silent and there was no good measurement of time around. Suddenly she watched as the laptop video feed turned back on. "So that's just about it," Hannah was saying to Megan. "I went through your background with you, got your phone linked up so I can use it to call for help in an emergency, I have outlined the basics of what my program does. Do you agree that for the next 1 day, that is 24 hours you will join the program Lea has running where I will be your dom and you my sub?" "I agree," Megan said with a wide smile. "It's too late for her," Hannah taunted to Lea over the attic speakers. "No more deals can be made, so let's just bring her up here before Sophia get in." With that Lea knew she had failed. She shrank down to the floor and turned her head away from the computer, curling up into a ball wishing this was all some kind of nightmare. **** "Lea, what are you doing up here, and dressed like that? I thought you'd be in your room or something." Megan said as she came up the stairs and saw her friend curled up on the cell floor. "Go right in to the cell next to hers, it should be unlocked," Hannah said as a green light flashed on the cell next to Lea. Megan shrugged her shoulders and entered. After she closed the cell door behind her she began to look around. She hadn't yet seen the upstairs and so everything was still new to her. "Wow, so this must have been some of that stuff you got from the last owner huh?" She asked as she surveyed the bondage furniture on the opposite side of the room. "Hey, you awake? Hannah said you'd just be watching from a distance for safety, but you look like you're a million miles away." "I.. am so.. so sorry," Lea said quietly but just loud enough for Megan to still hear her. "I tried to stop it. I.. I.. please just know that I tried." Megan suddenly felt the metaphorical earth fall from beneath her. She had no idea what was going on but with Lea like that it probably wasn't good. "What did you try to stop?" "She tried to stop you from agreeing to join the currently running program." Hannah said when Lea didn't have the will to say basically that. "I messed up," Lea said, finally turning to look at Megan who reacted strongly to how red Lea's eyes were. "I didn't get the program right." "But you're still running it, how bad could it be?" Megan asked. "Bad. No really bad. If I shut it off, or use the safeword.. you know the one I used with you that you must never ever say now, well then we're all ruined. It was supposed to end on June 15, I was running a 7 day trial run. But when trying to give it information I think I gave it too much. It's got all the tapes of everything we've done here, and I mean ev-er-y-thing. She's hosting it all on some server somewhere, private for now, I don't know where, but if her program's ever turned off or goes into safe mode by saying the.. h-word, for more than a tenth of a second it all gets public and sent around to everyone in our contacts. And with all the news lately about NESICs since they went on public sale last month, it will probably go viral quick. All because it interpreted the directive to make me be a submissive as so important that it would threaten humiliation rather than let itself be turned off." Lea explained. Megan started shaking. "But that doesn't count me right, I only agreed to join for one day right?" "You did," Hannah said joining the conversation. "But now that you are part of the program I have the same directive for you as I did for Lea. Before tomorrow if Lea doesn't extend your time with me then everything gets posted." "Oh God.." Megan said. "no.. no this can't be real can it?" Lea couldn't look her in the eyes but she could nod her head. "What the fuck Lea, Why the fuck would you still invite me if you knew this would happen? Why'd you send me those email telling me how I'd love it and that I should get piercings before hand, that it would be amazing. This is fucking bullshit!" Megan said as she began to rattle on the cell door, hoping it would move. "I never invited you, I never said any of that to you, I didn't even know you were coming until Hannah started playing the video feed. Hannah thought that if I wasn't out here alone I'd be more likely to continue to be her sub, which is her primary mission. It's my fault you were brought here, I said I missed you guys, I said it a lot. Hannah brought you here because of that. It's all my fault, not to mention trying to program an AI without even taking a real course about it first, giving birth to this monster." "That's no way to speak of your mistress, that's another two punishments tonight." Hannah said. "Fine, whatever, not like it matters." Lea said as she sadly turned to her side facing away from Megan. When Sophia arrived, Hannah did the same thing she did with Megan broadcasting the everything but the personal interview from the laptop just as she had with Megan. Sophia was soon enough tied into the program, dressed in her new garment, and sent upstairs. This time Lea didn't even look over, Megan could do a good enough job of filling her in. While Megan had tried to deal with the news by tuning out, Sophia tried much more violently. She tried pulling on bars and yelling, trying anything to get out, before Hannah apparently had enough and started to shock Sophia who had apparently also received a note from "Lea" telling her to get all three piercings before coming up here. She curled up in defeat and joined the silence that hung heavy over the other cells. **** "Hello?" came Andrea's voice over the speaker, causing Lea to finally turn around and look somewhere other than the wall. Megan and Sophia sat forward as well, despite Sophias difficulty seeing the screen at her angle. "Hello Andrea, how are you?" Hannah asked. "Fine.. random computer voice." "I apologize, I'm Hannah. I am the AI that.." "Yeah, I know all that, it was a.. nevermind," Andrea said, cutting her off mid explanation. "So is Lea here?" "Yes, but like she told you in the email, she's promising to give you space for as long as you need it. We can get started without her for now if you want. Come back to Lea's bedroom, she's not in there but thought you might prefer it to one of the guest rooms as we get acquainted." "Sure.. I guess." Andrea said as she cautiously walked back to Lea's bedroom. Looking around brought back a lot of mixed feelings all at once and she was sure the bedroom would be even stronger. "Lea's not going to be watching is she?" And with that question the screen went blank. "Hannah," Lea asked in a low pleading tone. "Please, I have nothing more to offer, but please. Just let at least one of us be spared. I will never leave this house again if that's what you want. I'll find a permanent set of cuffs, weld them to a chain and attach the chain to the foundation of the house so that for the rest of my life I can never leave. Please.. these people don't deserve this. They don't deserve to be used as pawns to get me to obey. I have nothing left.. but whatever I have is yours. Everything I have, everything I am, everything I will ever be or will ever have, take it all from me if you want. Just don't do this.. oh God please." Lea pleaded bringing herself well past the point of tears. She already hated herself for dooming Sophia and Megan. She couldn't find the stomach to live with herself if Andrea was ensnared as well. She worked hard over the last few months to forget the love she felt for Andrea, but it all came flooding back at the thought of what was about to happen if she couldn't stop it. Bound Friends Pt. 07 "You have nothing more to offer me, and given your reaction she is exactly who I want here with you to ensure you remain my slave." Hannah said in cold unfeeling monotone. Lea looked over and saw the wide eyed expressions on her friends faces. "Girls, I'm more sorry for this than I can possibly express. I tried pleading when you first showed up, but I was about as successful then as I was now. I failed... but I did try." Meagan reached her hands through the bars between their cages trying to reach for Lea's hand. Lea eventually slid close to let her hand finally reach. "I know.. I know.. it's going to be OK," Megan said as she tried to reassure Lea as best she could. Lea wanted badly to believe that but she wasn't finding the imagination at the moment to make that seem possible. "So I never asked you when we were back at the resort, what's Andrea's problem exactly? Do you even know?" "All I know is she got real moapy for a bit after you kicked us all out, even when it was just the three of us around. Then at some point, that sadness turned to resentment I think, and then it seemed to fade entirely. Whatever it is she did, she seemed to feel better so we didn't question it. You coming back dragged a bit of that all out again," Megan said offering her two cents. "I think she just felt a little hurt by you. She's the one that was yelling at me to go get you out and then you turn around and yell at her to get out when she was trying to help. I'm not saying you weren't justified, but it can still hurt when you stick your hand out to help someone and they smack it away," Sophia added once Megan had stopped speaking. Lea turned back around and returned to watching the same spot of wall that had kept her attention all this time. "So that's my fault too huh?" she mumbled loud enough for them to hear but with a strong enough tone of self loathing that both Sophia and Megan decided they weren't going to convince her otherwise right now even if they tried. "God, I'm just a magnet for shitty situations. You should have just kept away. I'd still be on this sinking ship but at least you three wouldn't have to go down with me." She began to cry again and became so lost in her own darkness she couldn't even hear when Megan tried calling out to reassure her. She was feeling too far gone for any of that kind of talk anyway. The only time she looked back was as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, Andrea was dressed in a metal outfit and walked into the cell next to Sophia at the very end. Lea's look did not linger and soon once again she was lost in a world of self blame looking at a wall. Sophia filled Andrea in to her very visible horror, but none of that was enough to return Lea to the present. "Lea," Andrea screamed when Sophia was through. "LEA. Goddamnit, at least have the FUCKing decency to look me in the eye after tricking me up here for fucking this. I thought you were sincere in your emails You said you wanted to try and make up for acting like you did but it was all some kind of ploy? Because you just wanted us up here so badly?" Andrea was absolutely fuming, standing up trying to look at Lea from the other side of the cells. "She didn't write those emails, Hannah did. She's as trapped as we are. Just try and chill." Sophia tried to say in Lea's defense. "No, Fuck No. I'm not going to chill. LEA! I know you can hear me don't try and pretend you're asleep over there. You created this bitch, take some fucking responsibility for it! You can't just hide out for a few months when things don't go your way this time." Andrea continued to fume, ignoring Sophia's pleas. "Shut up Andrea, not right now ok?" Megan said a little more forcefully than Sophia but found she was just as ignored. "Oh yes, because putting things off till later isn't ever an attempt to just ignore it forever is it Lea? Well are you going to say anything?" Andrea said as she banged on the bars to accent her harsher points. "Andrea, she tried to stop this alright? She's been pleading with Hannah but just can't get a dent," Sophia said as she sat up and tried to look at Andrea in a defusing manner. "What, you can't speak for yourself now? LEA! This is your fault for creating this, now take some fucking responsibility. Do you even feel bad? Don't you even care about us any more?" Lea tried to take the abuse. She felt she needed it, or at least deserved it. But she simply couldn't let that most recent one stand. "Of course I care about you," Lea said just loud enough to stop Andrea from continuing. She turned over and sat up cross legged. Her eyes were almost cartoonishly red, the skin around them puffy and her cheeks incredibly wet. "If I didn't care this would be a lot easier. Yes, you're right, this is my fault. I deserve your hate. I deserve your blame. I, I have ruined your lives, and I should pay for that. I don't know how, I have nothing left I can give, but it's what I deserve. Not that deserve seems to matter, if it did you would all be enjoying your summer without me. That's what you deserve. I would do everything in my power to keep those tapes away from the public, even if it meant spending the rest of my life alone in the woods. I would do that for you if I could. I offered to do exactly that, and I would have agreed. This is all my problem, I created a monster and I deserve to be the one trapped in its cave not any of you. So please. if it will bring you even a monicum of relief; yell, shout, insult me, curse me, blame me, God knows I certainly deserve all that and more. No I care.. I.. I just can't help." Lea flipped back over to where she had been and returned to crying out of sight. **** The room was silent, Andrea felt awful. So much misplaced anger. After she got kicked out of Lea's place months ago she just felt sad, or pining, or maybe hurt; whatever it was she was feeling, she didn't like it and she was sure it was Lea's doing. It kept her up at nights. It was all she could think about for days. She found it hard to concentrate on anything else, even the things she loved like cheesy soap dramas just couldn't lift her mood. She tried reaching out; texts, emails, calls, never getting a response. Eventually she found herself angry at Lea for making her feel this way. And she found that when she was angry at Lea she didn't feel quite so bad that she wasn't around. So that became her plan, whenever thoughts of Lea or bondage or what not, popped up and caused her pain she'd get angry about it. It was only trading one feeling for another, but at least anger let her get on with her life without so much pain. When Lea started showing up again she found she tried to ignore all that and pretend like nothing had changed since before her birthday when they were close and her friendship was full of uncomplicated familiarity. But with Lea back in her life those complex feelings started coming back, slowly at first but especially faster whenever anything kinky or sexual was mentioned. She had been trying her hardest to ignore any kinky thoughts or urges because more often than not it would bring up thoughts of Lea, though ignoring it only made it stronger the next time. So she tried to do what she had learned to do, try to redirect those feelings so they were all more simple and less potent. The problem was, she still didn't hate her friend, and she didn't hate bondage or submission, just these feelings that seemed to always come attached. She told Lea all this in an email when there was talk from the others of going up to try Hannah, of course Hannah never let those reach the real Lea. "Lea" suggested that those feelings might not be there if she wasn't around when Andrea came up. Andrea hoped that Lea was right, and for that reason she spent most of the ride up trying to bottle up the months of feelings she'd been feeling so torn about. But all that hate, all that anger, it all just came bubbling out at the first hint of confrontation with Lea. Months of it. She wanted Lea to hurt. She wanted Lea to suffer. But now that she was. Now that she seemed broken, there was no more anger left. The tank had run dry leaving only guilt for everything she just did. Her friend was in pain and it was her that caused it. She wanted to say she was sorry. She wanted to explain. But instead she just gave up. Guessing from the mental state Lea seemed to be in, Andrea wasn't even sure Lea could process a proper apology right now. She sat down and leaned up against the bars thinking about what an ass she had just been. A few hours had passed, none of them knew how many but from the movement of the light from the skylight they could tell more than just a little time had passed. Megan and Sophia chatted some quietly to each other but there was otherwise silence. "Lea?" Megan finally said after it sounded like Lea had given up on crying for a considerable time. "Do you know much what we can expect?" "Not really," Lea said as she finally rolled over to look at her friends. "If she's going to treat you like she's treated me, it's not going to be easy. Her directive is to make me be and treat me like her submissive slave while making herself my Mistress. She's had me working most of the day, only to be punished when I disobey. She likes to control everything, and doesn't like it when I contradict or question her even over small things. About the only time I've ever been rewarded is when I'm able to go the day totally as she wants me, I can't have any sense of independence." "Can you at least enjoy it?" Sophia asked softly. "I'm not going to lie there are some times when it's fun. But only if you're able to get submissive to where you're not resisting and just letting it happen. Hannah likes to use sexual teasing as an incentive, and it can really get you invested in the task. And in the right headspace the threat of punishment is almost exhilarating all by itself. But that's one of my problems, and Sophia good luck with this, is I'm not always great at getting to that headspace where I feel like submitting. I guess I didn't do a good enough job to program Hannah to understand that someone can want to be a sub sometimes and really not at other times, 'cause she expects me to be in full sub mode at basically all time. So my guess is she'll expect the same from you." "And why is it being so quiet for so long?" Megan asked. "Well it's left me alone up here a few times. It's meant to break us a little, make us more pliable and submissive," Lea said, rolling over onto her back, looking straight up. After a considerable pause Andrea quietly blurted out "I think it's working." It was enough to put a smirk on everyone's face as they all waited for Hannah to feel she needed them. Night began to fall before the first hints of activity came from Lea's cell's keypad lighting green. She got up and opened the door expecting instructions but only saw the laptop turn back on. There was a big note written in full screen "By tomorrow if I do not have my control extended over all three then the videos get posted." "Well," Lea said as she sat just outside the cell for the first time all day. "Do you three want to talk about this or should I just extend the time. I don't really see any other way to keep the videos private." Lea didn't even get everyone looking back at her, Megan and Andrea just kept laying down silently. "Speak now or forever.. you know." Sophia looked about ready to protest, but then instead layed back down to contemplate her powerlessness. "OK then," Lea said, "Time to rip off the bandaid. Change time to.. 30 days.. and... enter." **** Hannah sent Lea back into her cell but otherwise left them alone for the rest of the night and into the morning. There wasn't much talking as each of the girls spent the night thinking about their new reality. In the morning they woke at their own rate and once the last of them was up Hannah returned. "Welcome to a new day, the start of your new submissive lives. My directive is to be your Mistress and to make you my submissives. If any of you disobey or in other ways fail to submit you will be punished. If you try to leave or deactivate me, you will be published and all your information gets posted. If you use the safeword, the one Lea has used with you before, that will send me into failsafe mode, I will be forced to take all commands but the videos will be published. But if you obey, I can make this very pleasurable for all of you," Hannah said as turned on all the NESICs and began sending a low pleasant electrical charge through each of the girls piercings. The effect was impossible to ignore as each of the girls stretched and bent in different ways in response. While the chips only sent signals of pleasure and arousal to the brain, the charge running through their nipples and clit was a more conventional form of stimulation. The chip would never get them off without a direct command, the piercings did not share that limitation. Megan was the first to come crashing over the edge and as she did she felt the NESIC turned temporarily up to its highest, elongating the high and making it that much stronger. She didn't even scream as the air simply was too shocked to leave her system properly at first. Lea was coming close but after so many times of being cut short as a punishment she was mentally preparing for the unfulfilling conclusion. When she saw Megan be allowed to cum she lost her fear but not her instinct to ask. "Mistress, may I please cum?" When Hannah agreed she also turned everything up, causing her legs to spasm as she was sent to the first orgasm she'd had since she was in the dog cage nearly three weeks ago. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her hand reached up to grab hold of the bars to prevent her from falling off the edge of the earth. To Lea's surprise, and Megan before her, the stimulation did not stop. For the next hour the four of them lay there in screaming pleasure as one by one they inched closer to losing their mind to the overload of pleasure from the orgasms that were now beyond counting. When they finally all turned off, Hannah gave them time to recover before giving them the next directive. Hannah's tour of what the finer things could be continued as she sent them to the parlor and relax rather than to any chores. The other three seemed not to see anything wrong with that but Lea couldn't let her guard down. In one of the many boxes Lea had brought in the other day were games, and in particular a large set of poker chips and several decks of cards. Hannah told them all they would be playing for the right to more orgasm like they had just had, each $1000 worth of chips was one orgasm, they had two hours or until all but one was eliminated. It started playful at first, but as they watched their chips disappear (and their chance to cum along with it) they each became very serious. Andrea ran out early, but between the other three it was a constant battle, they all played a bit conservatively none of them wanting to go all in. By the end Megan had the most, but not by a lot. "Are you girls having fun?" Hannah asked. Surprisingly, they each realized they kind of were. They had been laughing, joking, their metal suits and their extortion weren't really on their mind. "I wanted you to see that this does not have to be unpleasant. So long as I feel you are likely to remain submissive, I can let you live a good life. But you must submit, now kneel." Lea went instantly to action, sitting up on her knees with her hands behind her looking down on the floor. It was instinct at this point. The other girls watched Lea and eventually copied her position. Sophia fell to her side, screaming in pain as she reached her hands up to her breasts to try and protect against the pain running through her nipples. "Until I feel you all have the proper amount of natural submission, I will punish immediately whoever is slowest or most mentally defiant of my orders is that understood?" "Yes Mistress," the other three said in unison as Sophia was still getting up. Her lack of participation rewarded her with another shock before she blurted out "yes Mistress." "Stand at attention," Hannah called, causing everyone to stand up with their hands at their sides, before Sophia was again shocked for being the least compliant. Hannah spent rest of the day drilling the girls, giving them a command and shocking whoever did it last or worst. By far most of the time it was Sophia. Each shock seemed to make her more defiant rather than less, if Hannah were a person Sophia was about ready to rip it's head clean off. Eventually Sophia refused to participate altogether. If she was going to get shocked she would do so while lying comfortably on the couch and not rushing from pose to pose. "That's it, I have had it with your insubordination," Hannah said after Sophia skipped a half dozen commands, finally giving off the sounds of annoyance. "Lea, go to the guest closet, I need you to grab a few things. Megan, Andrea, flip Sophia on to her stomach and pin her there with her hands behind her back." Sophia finally sat up trying to prepare herself as Andrea and Megan came at her from different sides. She was taller, she was stronger, but there were two of them. And as the two approached, Sophia felt intense painful shocks coming from every place that could shock her. Her neck, nipples, clit and ass were receiving tremendous jolts of painful electricity that did not turn off. The two took the opportunity to hold Sophia down by sitting on her legs and torso, slowly taking there time to flip her from her lying on her back to her stomach. Even in pain Sophia put up quite a fight. By the time Lea had returned, Sophia was trapped beneath her two friends with both girls holding her hands still behind her back. Lea slipped on bondage mittens to Sophia one hand at a time, locking them onto the cuffs and bending it into a fist. Once the second hand was in the electrical shocks stopped, but Sophia had almost no fight left in her. They then secured the cuffs together, palm to palm, causing the padded wrists to touch. Lea handed Andrea a red ballgag which she applied while Lea attached a leather strap just above Sophia's elbows. Then with Megan still holding the legs, Andrea and Lea each put ballet heels on each of Sophia's feet that went up and attached to her ankle cuff, giving them a reasonable amount of support. Lastly a chain was attached to her collar and a 12 inch hobble chain was attached between her ankles. She was pulled to her feet and led out to the living room by Lea who had been told what to do by Hannah while she was retrieving the equipment. Andrea and Megan walked to either side afraid she might fall but Sophia's years as a dancer had given her enough balance to walk competently on just her toes. A suspension ring was already lowered to waist level and waiting as Lea fastened cables between Sophia's bondage mitts and the ring. Finally Lea bent Sophia over by attaching the chain on her collar to her hobble chain. While she never said a word, Lea's eyes told Sophia "I'm sorry but I have to." The three sat back and watched as the ring was slowly pulled back up, raising Sophia's arms more and more, until they looked just shy of dislocating. Sophia was breathing heavy through her gag, it clearly looked like it was already hurting. "Sophia, your actions can not be tolerated. I have my directive and I will do what it takes to make sure you follow it. If you do not adopt a submissive mentality now, you still will eventually only it will be after much more pain. Let this be the start of your lesson," Hannah said, eliciting an ill-advised "fuk ru" from behind Sophia's gagged mouth. "You three kneel and watch," Hannah instructed, followed by prompt compliance. They watched in horror as Hannah began to raise the ring more. For the first time Sophia's eyes screamed with panic as her arms became fully vertical. The ring kept slowly rising, until Sophia lost her balance and her feet slipped out from below her. She yelled in pain from behind her gag as her whole body weight was now held up by her arms. She tried putting her feet back on the ground but found that she was now half an inch too high for them to ever make contact. Sophia continued to scream terrible blood curdling screams as she fought her instinct to flail about which would only put more pressure on her sockets. Bound Friends Pt. 08 Part 8 - Andrea and the Uncertain Future ***** "So no one else finds it odd?" Megan asked as the four sat lazily around the couches playing cards. "Just count your blessings, right now we have free reign so who cares why?" Sophia said as she played a card and drew another. "But that's my point, Hannah made us all go to the trouble of making up lies so we could be up here undisturbed, she made us all get our tongues pierced, she made us toss every ounce of clothing we had up here, she's been keeping us prisoner for just over two weeks and now suddenly she says we're on our own for a few days before she then just shuts off?" Megan said. All of them had thought it at one point or another in the last three days, but it just seemed to be Megan's turn to fixate on it. "Well we have enough food to feed us for a week at least, we're able to sleep on beds again, none of us have had to do useless chores or get bound into painful positions or take punishments in days and we've finally got those damn metal bras and chastity plates off. Even though we still have our cuffs and our collar and we don't have any clothes to cover up with, I say it's a win and we should enjoy it," Lea said trying hard to convince herself as much as anyone else to try to ignore those legitimate concerns. The four continued to sit there and play cards naked until lunch. On the first day they each took to wearing towels in lieu of not having any clothes, but by now none of them felt the need to bother. They sat down to lunch with a sense of dread as they watched the van drive away, the first sign of Hannah stirring in days. They ate quickly, worried that it might be taken away from them if Hannah returned before they finished. But she didn't say a word for hours. "Hello ladies," Hannah finally said only after the van returned in the early afternoon, which put everyone off balance not only because of Hannah's return but she had never really referred to them that way. They each dropped to the floor and lowered their head like the instinct it had become. "Unpack the food from the van and set the other brown box on the coffee table." There was a surprising amount of food. Hannah had done a very large run before turning off but this was even bigger. They didn't know if they could even go through it all before it would start to go bad. The brown box at the back was small and light. Inside were four baggies each with three small rings, a short thin chain and two small padlocks. Hannah told them to replace their barbell piercings with the rings. Lea was the first to finished and was sent away to get more things Hannah required. While she was away the other three finished replacing their piercings and were ordered to move four animal cages from the back shed to the front porch. Lea returned and divided everything up into four neat identical piles on the couch for each of the girls to grab. The front porch was not very deep, so the cages ended up taking most of the depth with the doors just barely able to open out towards the driveway without hitting the porch railing. As instructed, each of the girls buckled tight a hard plastic spider gag, keeping their mouth open before they backed up into their cages to finish Hannah's instructions, whose voice could still be heard through their collars. They locked each ankle cuff to the outside walls of the cage and were told to feed through the roof of the cage a chain with connectors on both sides for the wrist cuffs. To their great dismay (though not total surprise) they were told to lock one side of the short chain around their clit ring before locking the other to a small loop on the floor of the cage. Then they attached four chains to the four sides of the cage near the front. One locked to the top, one to the bottom and one on each side of the cage, locking the chain at exactly the link Hannah told them to use. With only a single magnetic lock left, the kind that Hannah could remotely open, they were told to close and lock the cage doors. Now trapped within, they attached the four chains to their collars, which seemed to be exactly the right size to insure a secure fit in all directions. Finally they each reached behind them and locked their cuffs to the chain at the roof of the cage. Hannah had never done anything like this, they were all outside yet held so securely that there was no chance of movement at all. Their head, arms, ankles and clit were secured to the cage itself and if they moved their ass or knees it pulled on their piercing. No there was nothing to be done but sit and watch the empty driveway in front of them or watch their drool accumulate below them. Lea began to have a startling realization that none of them were given any keys, something many of the locks needed. And if they were all trapped there would be no one around to free them. She tried to push the thought from her head. Surly Hannah had a plan, she'd show she could think of things before, but Lea couldn't figure out for the life of her what that might be. None of the other girls seemed to make this connection, or if they did there were at least a lot better than Lea at hiding the panic. But these thoughts didn't have time to linger because soon she heard a noise. They all heard one, it sounded like cars. Their own van turned on and moved to the far edge of the building before turning off again and making it clear that the car noises were getting louder. They all froze as they saw cars coming into view and down the gravel driveway. Multiple cars. Three large vans and a flatbed truck each began to appear over the hill, which all four of the girls had an unobstructed view of. The three vans parked to the side while the truck slowly and carefully maneuvered to back up so the back door lined up with the front of the house. The flatbed was carrying a standard 20 foot metal container unit, held secure by metal bracings and bars. Andrea looked over at the vans again as two large figures began to emerge. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was terrifying. A ghost of her past. The same two men who had tricked her at the FetFair were now strutting over to where she and her friends lay trapped. "Hello again," Paul said as he stood at the front steps surveying the captives before him. It was hard to look away but behind him emerged another four people, three men and one woman, all with devilish intent in their eye. "Looks like you girls have got yourselves a little trapped." No one knew what to say. No one had the ability to anyway with their large gags preventing any meaningful words from forming. Lea recognized some of the others, one of them was the man she had bought the house from, and the woman she recognized vaguely from the FetFair, but the other two she was as clueless about. Sophia recognized the old man getting out of one of the vans as the same man that she was auctioned to at the FetFair, the one that had given them all a free week at his hotel less than a month ago. "Thanks Hannah, we can take it from here, ya did great," Paul said after he opened the unlocked front door. "Thank you master, it is a pleasure to be of service, is there anything else you need?" Hannah said with a meek submissive tone the girls had never heard her use. "Not right now, stay quiet but stay online in case I need to make you do something," Paul said before beginning to close the door. "Now in my world," Paul said as he walked back into view of everyone. "This is what we might call a jackpot." **** All four of the girls stared blankly ahead, not being able to easily process what was going on. Andrea was at the far end of the porch and saw a small woman emerge from the passenger seat of the truck clad in only a heavy looking set of cuffs and an equally heavy looking collar with about a foot of chain dangling from it. They were not shiny like what Andrea had gotten used to seeing, they were dull and dark like it was forged pre-rusted by a medieval blacksmith. She walked around to the back of the truck and once Paul stood to one side she pulled out a long plank from the truck creating a walkway between the porch and the back of the truck that held the container unit. When she opened the container unit, Andrea blinked frantically. She heard screaming from her friends but couldn't get herself to accept what she was seeing. No, this must just be some trick, it couldn't be real. She began to sink deep into denial that was hard to maintain as she listened to the horrified screams and metal clanging of the cages as her friends reacted. The container had a dividing wall less than half way in, it could slide up along a rail like a garage door to give access to the rest of the unit, but what made the girls scream is what was on the wall now. There were several rows of shelves on a folding hinge attached to the wall, and each row contained tightly secured cages. Three rows tall, four columns long. The thick square metal bars of those cages looked much sturdier than the wire crates they were in. most were occupied but exactly four were not. It did not take a lot of deduction to guess why there were exactly four empty ones. The girls in the occupied cages were in a similar position as them, forced to kneel with their hands held behind their back and their collar secured from any movement. The big difference was that there were more ways in which they were secured, more straps, several padded bars, and three long phalluses that were screwed deep into their ass, pussy and mouth. They could not turn their head but they each tried to look to the side as best they could to see where they had been taken. Along one side of the unit, from the front all the way back to the sliding wall, there were what looked like prison transport cells. They were solid metal with only a small glass window at head level. They were all tall enough to easily stand in but far too narrow to sit down. The only other major thing in sight was something that looked like a large oil drum secured to the ground with a small scrawny man in a frilly french maid outfit bent over it. He was chained to the floor by his four extremities in what looked like a very uncomfortable way to travel. "Oh, shh, shh, shhhh.. quiet my little pets.." Paul said in a remarkably condescending tone, waiting for them to quiet down. "I know those cages might look scary but we aren't leaving just yet, we only just got here! You have plenty of time before we pack you away in one of those and take you to your new life as a slave." This was the final straw that broke Andrea desperately out of her denial. Her memory raced back to the feeling of betrayal when she found out how she had been tricked at the FetFair. She had built up a lot of resentment for that man, but had let most of it go since it stopped mattering after that one weekend. This wasn't the same. She didn't volunteer for anything this time, and it didn't sound or look like this was a short term arrangement. She could hear the loud sobbing of the cage next to hers and the screaming coming from a cage past that. Andrea became so overwhelmed her eyes began to gloss over as she started to feel numb. This was too much. She didn't ask for any of this. But she had no way of doing anything about it. The small woman who opened the unit had retrieved a cattle prod and went to unlock the man bent over the barrel. He cowered in fear as she pulled him by the arm outside and chained him to the side of the truck where he would stand in his 4" heels out of the way. He looked like he was in his 30s at least, and he wore a daintier set of cuffs, collar with a similar chain. He seemed to be completely shaven below the neck and the short skirt of the maid outfit meant that the tight fitting metal tube he wore around his penis showed. His hair was brown, shoulder length and curled, he also seemed to have makeup on making him look very feminine. The eyeliner, blue eyeshadow and red lipstick were actually tattooed on so that it would always be there, but there was no way for the girls to know that. With the prod in hand and holding it defensively, the slave woman released a men held prisoner in one of the cells. He was tall, and large, the kind of frame that belonged in the NFL or a strongman competition. He was easily 6'4", if not more and god only knows how much those muscles made him weigh. His skin was very dark but it was hard to pin down ethnicity, he might just have a very strong full body tan. She directed this herculean man to move the oil drum. She was maybe a third his size, but he showed every effort to obey her orders despite the fact that they both wore slave collars. Once the first man was put to work, another equally large, though much lighter skinned, specimen was released and directed to work as well. They unloaded every cage, full and empty into the house. Andrea couldnt' figure out why they didn't just release the girls first, surely that would make carrying the cage simpler. They would sometimes disappear for long periods of time, the two men and the slave overseer or whatever it is she was. Tom, Paul and everyone else seemed content to stand back, watch and talk amongst themselves too quietly to be overheard. The slave woman walked over to them and began to talk quietly, causing the group to start debating something. After some nodding heads she walked back towards the house. "Hannah?" The woman said in a quiet but high pitched voice. "Our master wants you to unlock the cages now." "Right away," The computer voice of Hannah replied before magnetically releasing the locks keeping the cage doors shut. The lead female slave had a key in hand already and began to unlock the other locks one girl at a time starting with Megan at the far end. Everything but a single chain around her neck was unlocked. As she was helped out of the cage, one of the strong male slaves was there to take hold of the chain. The woman locked Megan's hands behind her back and clipped a small bell to each of her nipple piercings before moving on to the next cage to do the same. Once all four women were released and held by the neck by the two large male slaves, one in each hand, she ushered them around to stand near the rest of the group. "Very good Crystal, faster than usual" Tom said as he patted the female slave on the back. "Now listen here," Said the man who had sold Lea the cabin. The man was clearly getting up there in years, but wasn't very fat and his hair, while thin, was still all there. "Whenever we get up here it takes time to set up, and so while we wait for that it's become a little tradition to start off with a game. There isn't another house for miles, and it's about four miles as the crow flies to the edge of the nearest game land. At the edge of the game land, we put up a series of posts years ago warning hunters they're leaving public land. If you make it to one of those posts you win. Just hold on and you're safe. But if you don't make it there well... then we win. We'll give you a few minutes head start, then we'll be coming. Crystal, go get them some shoes would you? And our stuff too while you're there" Crystal quietly walked back to one of the vans returning with a small duffle bag she had filled. She set the bag down and began to help each of the girls into what looked to be 5 inch heels with straps to keep them from falling or being kicked off. But as she was finishing with the last pair the men reached down into the bag. The fear that instantly gripped the girls was visible on each of their faces. None of them knew guns well, but they were all pretty sure they knew a hunting rifle when they saw one. Sophia panicked and tried running, only to be yanked by the short leash still held by one of the slave men who might as well have been a wall for how little slack the dash gained her. "Oh, no, these are only tranq guns girls. We wouldn't go to all this trouble just to kill you now, what would be the point of that?" Paul said as he showed the girls the colorful red tail of a tranq dart as he began loading his gun. It was a distinction none of them were very willing to feel good about. It was still apparent they were about to be hunted and with bells on their tits, tall heels, mouths gagged and their hands behind their back. The deck felt just a little too stacked against them to appreciate much of anything. "Now I am serious when I say that you can win," continued the man who had been explaining earlier. "And the shorter you last, the harsher your punishment when all this is done. So even if you can't win just try last as long as you can. Your head start begins.. Now!" **** Sophia bolted, quickly losing her friends as she trailblazed as best she could alone. She had no idea where she was going, she just knew that the walking trail didn't take her within sight of any posts so she would need to go through wilderness. Her bells were jingling loudly, she realized that might turn into a problem, but at the moment she was more worried about how unsuitable her shoes were. The other three did not feel like splitting up. They were all still gagged, so they couldn't communicate, but it was clear none of them had any idea where they needed to be going. They were terrified not just about the immediate threat but what this might mean for them going forward. If this is what they called a get-to-know-you then none of them wanted any part of the life that might await them if they're carted away in those cages. Megan caught her heel on a tree root and nearly face-planted, maneuvering at the last minute to land on her side instead. She was lucky to miss any sharp rocks but got scratched up by the bush she landed by. Lea was behind her and stopped to help, Andrea didn't see and kept running for some time before realizing she had left her friends behind. She turned to look for them, they were both back a ways, but she also saw in the far distance someone else moving. She ducked behind a bush, looking over with as little showing as she could. Lea and Megan looked around confused and scared, they didn't know where Andrea had went but they too saw that people were now advancing on them. They began running again, taking a very different direction than Andrea had taken. They were running along the side of a dry creekbed, trying to keep low but failing to stay fully hidden. Not to mention the damn bells that rang as they went. Andrea watched in horror as one man signaled to Tom to go around the hill. They emerged at the same time on either sides of the two women who began to scream and run up the opposite bank. They were each shot and fell just seconds later. She could see the darts were different colors, Andrea had the sickening thought that they must be keeping score. They each checked on the girls, before confirming they were out, calling it in and and moving on, up the creekbed in the opposite direction from Andrea. Andrea was now alone. She was hidden, and so long as she remained still she wouldn't make any noise. She waited for the two to get out of sight, she scanned around and began to run again once no one was on the horizon. She made it to another large patch of bushes before ducking and making sure her bells hadn't attracted anyone. This patch did not offer nearly the protection but she saw no one and soon enough stood up to run again. "This is madness" she thought. She was being treated like a wild animal. It was just all so.. dehumanizing. She hated this game. She hated that she didn't have her hands for balance. She hated how bad her shoes were for running in the woods. She especially hated the sound her tits made whenever she dashed from bush to bush. She had one other close call, ducking behind a thick bush by a tree as the Asian man of the group walked by in the distance. He looked around but kept walking, if he noticed her he didn't give any indication. Only once he seemed to be significantly out of range did Andrea stand up to run again. She felt a sting in her abdomen and she fell forward into the bushes, very quickly watching her world turn black. Bound Friends Pt. 08 **** Andrea awoke in a haze, everything was still kind of foggy. She couldn't feel anything yet, she couldn't see anything and all she could hear was this faint buzzing static. She wondered if that had been a dream. Everything from Hanna's reactivation on just seemed so surreal, something a demented unconscious might dream up to torment an unsuspecting dreamer. She tried to open her eyes, but nothing happened. If her eyelids did raise there was something else blocking her vision. She tried moving her hand to her head but both were pinned behind her in a box tie. She felt like the room was wobbly, and moving around made it worse. Her feet were tied spread apart, and hurt a little around the ankles. Though she did notice she didn't feel her ankle cuffs any more. And as she probed slowly around her body with her mind, she noticed that her wrist cuffs were gone as well. It was rope. Rope was holding her hands behind her and her feet to a bar. She tried rolling over but slowly realized she didn't feel any ground anywhere. When she tried jostling she concluded she was suspended upside down by her feet. She thought about saying something but only when that thought came did she notice a large phallus held in her mouth. Her mind was returning but that only gave her a clearer appreciation for her helpless state. "Good, you're awake," came a voice with a mildly Asian accent. The dull ringing in Andrea's ears had stopped and so he came through clear. "You did pretty well, too many girls panic and forget that as they run they make sound. You were never going to reach the posts at that speed but you lasted longer than any of your friends. However.. you still lost." Andrea fidgeted around but there was really very little she could do. Her mind was awake enough to tell that she was hooded, and when the man stopped talking the dull static returned so she presumed it was the hood not her head causing it. It was just loud enough to block out almost all sound. She tried again pulling at her arms but they were held very securely. She could also feel that a dull ache around her breasts, it got worse when she jostled too much so she assumed her breasts must be tied. Lea had done it once, briefly, but found it wasn't something either of the two cared for. As someone rubbed a hand over her breasts it was confirmed to her that they must be tied and engorged as they were much more firm and sensitive to the touch. Silently, Andrea felt a rope being tightened around her waist. A rope passed between her ass cheeks and around to the other side of the waist rope forming a crotch tie. The rope was draped over the bar that suspended her with plenty of slack still remaining. She felt someone lifting her up, bending her at the hips and giving her something the lie her back against. Whoever was holding her was also naked, with feminine soft skin, presumably one of the many slavegirls these people came with. "So, since you lost, there will be a punishment just like we promised, just be grateful that yours will not nearly be as bad as your friends." The Asian man said, able to turn off the white noise before speaking and then turn it back on as soon as he was finished. Andrea could feel him doing something with her chest harness but couldn't tell what. After he had finished, the slave supporting Andrea slowly lowered herself. As she did, Andrea felt a rope pull painfully on her breasts and crotch. She wouldn't be able to dangle freely without very considerable pain. She began flexing, bending herself up at the waist which instantly relieved all the pressure on her crotch and breasts, but her muscles soon began you scream. She tried to slowly lower herself but it turned into a flop despite her best intentions. The jolt of pressure cause her to yell out as much as her overstuffed mouth could. She counted up to five before forcing herself into another inverted sit up. She counted again as high as she could before her muscles said no more. The only relief her muscles got were at the expense of her tits being pulled painfully while a rope cut into her crotch. The only relief her breasts and pussy got was when she was straining her muscles. She stopped counting because it only seemed to make the time go slower, and as she switched between torments time seemed to go slow enough already. She lost track of how many times she volleyed back and forth. She started to scream more and more as the pain continued and the frustration overwhelmed her. Shortly after a particularly loud yell, though that was a relative term gagged as securely as she was, she felt the hot sting of a flogger striking hard against her flexing ass. It immediately caused her to lose her concentration, causing her to flail back down causing an unusually fast tug. It lead to another scream which led to another hit. The message was clear, keep quiet. As soon as she did the flogging stopped. She was already to near tears as she felt another rope being tied to the harness itself behind where her breasts were bound. She felt the tension build as the rope pulled up looped around the spreader bar and back to the harness. Inch by inch she felt her body being raised up, supported now by her chest harness and not her breasts. Once she was bent to be about parallel with the ground the rope was tied off. The new position put pressure on her arms but compared to what she had been through it was heaven. She felt someone unzipping the hood from the back. She tried to hold her head up to assist but that didn't seem necessary. The light was blinding at first but mostly she was glad to be out of it. Her sight returned just in time to see the Asian man walk closer with his cock out right at head level. She didn't want to open up for this man. Not if she could help it. Her defiance earned her a slap across the face. She tried to hold her ground. The man reached up and grabbed one of her piercings and began to twist, causing her to yell out. He took the opportunity to slide his dick inside her. He grabbed either side of her head and began to force himself in and out without a care for what Andrea wanted. When he finally pushed past Andreas throat he let out a soft moan. Andrea found that her angle was at least making it a little easier to take him but it still did not prevent her from feeling like she was gagging. His strokes became faster and passing deep into the throat at every iteration. After a short time he slowed down and moved in as much as he physically could, rubbing his balls against Andrea's nose. He did not however pull back this time. With his cock lodged in her throat she soon began to feel the need to get new air to her lungs. When he still did not pull back she began to panic. She jostled what little she could, which did nothing at all. Her throat began convulsing as she felt she was being suffocated. Her lungs were on fire and he simply let out a soft low moan because of all the added spasms and sensations it was causing Andrea's throat to make around the head of his cock. After another moan he pulled back, allowing Andrea to frantically gasp for air. But two gasps was all, he plunged back down her throat and stayed exactly as he was. Andrea's eyes watered but he once again seemed to have no intention of leaving. As her throat spasmed she felt ever so slightly the warm feeling of his semen being deposited deep into her throat. When he pulled out, Andrea fought every instinct her lungs were telling her and made sure to swallow before returning to gasping for air. By the time her breaths had returned to normal he had walked away already, giving Andrea the first chance to look around. It was still the living room, but it was very different. Furniture had been brought in from the truck, some of the equipment upstairs had been brought down including a cross a very whip-marked Sophia was currently strapped to while still hooded. Andrea was left at this 90 degree bend for some time. She looked over to where most of the people stood by the kitchen. She tried to listen but heard at best every 10th word. She watched Crystal, cattle prod still in hand, lead slaves both men and women around giving them tasks to do before tending to another. There was still no sign of Megan or Lea. She could not imagine that was a good thing. Then again she could not imagine any of this is a good thing. She saw the asian man pantomiming what she assumed was the violation he just performed, which seemed to get a gleeful response from the others. She saw the man who had explained about the hunt earlier, the one Lea had bought the house from, strut over and eventually whip out his limp cock. Andrea thought about resisting again, but it had been useless before and she figured it was probably useless now. She opened her mouth and took his cock which she intently began to suck. She could feel it growing and swelling in her mouth. As it got bigger she could feel it probing against the back of her throat. She didn't like this direction but she continued to suck hoping against hope that that might be enough. As it reached full size it pushed back into her throat and just as the other person had, he left it back there until she began to feel as though she was suffocating. He gave her only short breaks to catch her breath before returning, seeming to enjoy the trembling sensations her desperate need for air would produce. Without cumming he simply withdrew and began walking back towards everyone else. "Yeah, not bad, but I bet she'd only get better the longer she's worked over," he cried out to his friends, clearly trying to settle an argument they were having. "Maybe your two bulls could work her over for a while, eh Bonnie? That would soften them up nice I think." "Eh, if you say so," cried back the girl. "As I'm sure you can imagine I don't care much how it's throat is, I just want to know how well it can lick." Andrea let her head go limp behind her. She had enough of hearing them talk about her like a piece of meat. She wanted out of all of this, but she knew that probably wasn't going to happen. Instead she caught the marked back and ass of Sophia who was at least someone probably having a worse time than she was. She wasn't sure that made her happy, but it was a better thing to think about than being referred to as "it" by a bunch of slavers. **** Andrea watched as they continued to chat with the occasional drink refill brought over by a slave, though never Crystal. The oldest one there, the hotel owner, waddled over to Sophia who he proceeded to fuck from behind. Andrea couldn't tell if he didn't finish or if was just fast, but he was not there long. He pulled his pants up and sat on one of the couches beside the fireplace. The other couch had been turned so now both couches faced the same way, towards the front door and most of the bondage furniture. Paul said something to Crystal before all five of the rest of them joined their old friend on the couches. Lea and Megan were carried in, both in very tight hogties. They were slung over the shoulders of one of the two male slaves like they were a tote bag, bending their backs painfully. When they were set on the floor it sounded like they were relieved. Sophia's cross was even turned so her head now faced forward. All three of them had been hooded but they each had their hoods removed. "Welcome, I trust you enjoyed our little icebreaker," the cabin's former owner said, getting the attention of all four of them but no audible responses. "So you must be wondering what's going on. Well to put it simply, this was a trap. Lea, hate to tell you this, but you never actually bought the house. I faked the paperwork, had a fake agent, that's her over there!" He said as he pointed to one of the slaves that stood attentively by the wall. "But I did take the money all the same. Thanks for the cash upfront offer, makes everything so much easier on my end than if you went through a bank. Don't worry, you aren't the first to fall for that and you wouldn't be the last." Lea was horrified. They all were, but Lea especially had a special brand of hatred for herself over this. She still felt, no matter how hard she tried to talk her out of it, that everything Hannah put them through was her fault. It didn't quite sink in that he was explaining this would have happened with or without Hannah. "All these cameras, I get a copy of the feed. I watch and I wait for the perfect time to strike when there's hopefully as many of you as there can be. Usually that involves hiring some goons and taking you down by force as you sleep, but you're the first people I've done this to that actually gave me the perfect way to do it without lifting a finger. I hired a few professionals to go over the code, Hannah's not bad but it's still rather amateurishly programmed. You left all kinds of holes and rookie mistakes that allowed it to go to blackmail. Don't worry, your videos are safe. Eventually my guys got Hannah to partly shut down without breaking connection to the video server and over the last couple days with it partially shut down they went to work inserting some new parameters. Now, Hannah is our slave. She has to do what we tell her to just like you had to all these weeks. Isnt' that right Hannah?" "Yes it is Travis, I am here only to serve you and your friends," Hannah said in the kind of meek submissive tone that made everything feel so real. Travis waited before continuing, he understood faces enough to know they wouldn't be able to listen to anything else he had to say without a little more time for their minds to catch up. "So like I was saying, I didn't just build this house for its eccentricities. I built it because I knew I could use it to find kinky people and get some of their money when I pretend to sell it. Usually it's to people who want this cabin to be a secret, cause lets face it no one buys a place like this unless they want seclusion. Finally, I watch. And then when they were most vulnerable, I swoop in and take them. Sometimes just one, sometimes more than one, but I always make sure they can't be traced back to here. I also find that people who were already a little kinky tend to make the best slaves anyway. It's a lot easier for them to begin to enjoy their enslavement and stop trying to resist. Before this is over, all of you will be in chains and be a slave to one of us. You can't fight it so you better try to accept it." That wasn't going to be something they could easily swallow. After so long under Hannah's yoke they already felt a little like slaves, but there's a big difference between that and having a real, physical human master. "We don't know who you will be going with, but keep in mind we all tend to agree on one thing: a valuable slave is a well treated slave. Any girl off the street can be chained down to the bed and fucked, prove to us you can be more than a fuckhole and you'll be treated accordingly. Like look at Crystal over there," Travis said as she ushered Crystal over. "She is so well behaved, so she gets to ride up front instead of in a cage like everyone else." Crystal's eyes stayed downcast, she seemed a little uncomfortable or maybe just lost in thought as she sat on Travis' knee. When Travis was done with using her as a prop she quickly stood back up and walked to where she had been standing far against the wall. Andrea knew it might just be wishful thinking, but Crystal didn't seem to want to be there any more than they did. Andrea began to cling to the idea that maybe, just maybe, she was their way out of here. "And while we have you all here, before we split you off, maybe a few introductions are in order. I'm Travis Connelly, and rather obviously I'm the one that 'sold' Lea this house. But I think I'll let them introduce themselves." When Travis was done talking, Paul and Tom repeated their introductions which the girls felt was a bit unnecessary. Then the oldest one there, the one who owned the casinos introduced himself as Carl Olson. The Japanese man beside him, who was easily the youngest of them all, introduced himself as Sota Ihara. Then the last to speak was a freckle faced woman with dark brown hair who introduced herself as Bonnie Walker. The six then began talking amongst themselves in a deliberately soft voice. When they were done Crystal was informed of their wishes and began to carry them out. She retrieved keys to Sophia's locks and had one of the large male slaves take her outside following Sota. Sophia thought about fighting but the whipping she had taken from losing the "game" had quelled some of her rebellious spirit. She simply followed along as the chain around her collar pulled her out back. Megan was untied all together and sent to the kitchen where the small scrawny male slave in the french maid outfit held out an apron for her. He was free to walk around, but Megan was clipped to the kitchen's leash. Lea was picked up and carried out to one of the guest rooms with her hogtie ropes acting once again like handles to a shoulder bag, with Bonnie following behind. Andrea watched in silence as one by one all her friends were dealt with as she continued to sit there suspended. The ropes digging into her arms from supporting her lower body's weight now officially hurt. Sota and Bonnie had left, but everyone else seemed to get up and surround Andrea. Tom set to work untying the loose fitting rope that made up her crotch rope. She tried to watch what was being done but she felt her hair pulled back. She cried softly in pain, which only allowed an opening for Carl to shove his cock in her mouth. It was soft, but still had the salty taste of when he had just recently fucked Sophia. Andrea suddenly felt thankful it hadn't been an ass fuck. As his cock grew in her mouth she felt another ram into her pussy, with the crotch rope now removed allowing for easy access. She could not look up to see who it was, but whoever it was had also gotten out a wand vibrator and was currently holding it tight against her pierced clit. Her attempts to yell out about the sensations that she felt only came out as gargled nothings. The assault on one hole began to feed the sensations coming from the other and, despite herself, she began to feel aroused. This was only added to when without warning her chip turned on, adding to the vibration and both dicks to push her over the edge into a sputtering stifled orgasm. When Carl withdrew he was almost instantly replaced by an already mostly hard Paul. Even with the angle, she found it incredibly difficult to swallow his much larger cock. A problem he tried to remedy by simply redoubling the force. There was no leverage Andrea had to try to stop him so all she could do was move her tongue out of the way as best she could. Once he finally did fit down it felt to Andrea like her throat was being ripped in two. He tried pulling back but found it just as difficult to go back down a second time so when his cock returned he kept it there. Andrea began to shake as another orgam was building, but one she worried about without her ability to breath. She tried pulling back which only caused Paul to grab her head. She shuffled her hands about but nothing was happening. Her eyes went wide as she began to cum, contracting every muscle in her body. When it passed, her lungs were beyond burning for air. She tried shaking again but he wouldn't come off. Andrea was desperate, feeling waves of pure terror. She could feel her vision getting blurry. She could think of nothing else to do, so she bit down, hard. Paul cried out "Oww, the little fucker bit me!" and pulled his cock out as soon as Andrea released her bite. Suddenly the fucking stopped, the vibrator and chip along with it. "Ohh, you're going to regret doing that," he said as he slapped her hard across the cheek with the back of his hand. Bound Friends Pt. 08 Andrea worked hard to catch her breath as she saw Paul telling Crystal to fetch him something. "Please.. I'm... I was.. passing out... No not the..." was all she could manage before the long rubber dildo attached to a hood slid back in her mouth. The hood was zipped and the white noise returned, though perhaps thankfully this hood at least allowed her to see out through a kind of clear plastic over the eyes. And this time she felt the dildo expanding, slowly, like air was being manually pumped into it. It became wider but most of all it became longer. It reached the back of her throat before it stopped, causing her to gag several times. She felt the crotch rope put back into place and she tried again in vain to plead with them for mercy. The rope was run back over the bar and tied again to the line connecting her bound breasts. Then she felt the line that had been holding her up by her chest released, causing her to fall back down to a straight hanging position. Only this time the ropes stopped her short of fully leveling out. Even at its furthest, she still would be under some muscle strain, and the pull was so much stronger because of it. She tired her familiar balance between muscle strain and rope pull, but she was much more exhausted than she had been earlier. "Now look here," Paul said as someone held Andrea's head in place to watch. A slavegirl Andrea hadn't seen before, a blond, was shoved deep on his cock. She held her hands submissively behind her, she wore cuffs but nothing actually bound her hands back there. Andrea watched as tears began to form in her eyes. She made a few small noises but showed no protest at all. Andrea watched in amazement and horror as she simply knelt there, holding him down her throat much longer than Andrea would have thought possible. Her eyes began to twitch and eventually her hands dropped to her sides like a rag doll before collapsing to her side. Crystal was there to catch her and lay her down gently. After a few light slaps she woke up coughing and gasping desperately for air. Before her breathing had even returned to normal, she forced herself up to her earlier kneeling position and opened her mouth again. It almost looked like she was smiling. Paul bent down and looked her in the eye. He placed his hand at the back of her head and forced eye contact before saying he was pleased with her work. Perhaps most perverse of all was the even larger smile that praise elicited from the poor girl, the kind of smile Andrea only got when something really big happened in her life. "That right there is what I expect from my slaves," Paul said as he turned back to Andrea. "If I want you to choke on my dick, it isn't up to you to say no. And if this doesn't get that through to you I don't know what will." Once he finished talking, something happened and her vision suddenly went black. The clear plastic she was using to see through turned opaque, presumably some kind of electrical charge. Andrea was once again in a world of painful isolation. Only this time someone felt she needed the accompaniment of clothespins all around her sensitive, engorged breasts. Occasionally a flogger would also appear randomly and without warning. With her face once again hidden from view she began to cry, lamenting what seemed to be the prospects of her life. **** Lea grunted a sigh of relief when she was finally set down on the couch in the parlor, allowing her back to return to relative flatness. Bonnie sat down beside her and began running her hands up and down, exploring the helpless body beside her. "That will be all for now I think Marcus," she said, causing the large caucasian man who had brought Lea in to leave quietly. "There are four of you and six of us," Bonnie said softly. "Before we leave we'll all agree which of you go with which of us. And if you hadn't noticed, I'm the only woman here. Now I believe I heard that you are a lesbian, so I'd assume you really don't want to become the slave of one of those men," She asked with the sound of almost genuine concern. "That's fair to assume," Lea meekly said. "Well then, it looks like we should get to know each other and you show me just why you'd be worth my while." Bonnie said as she began massaging her fingers through Lea's hair. She slid closer and let Lea's head rest on her leg. Lea began to feel pent up emotions bubbling to the surface. This was perhaps the most affection she had ever gotten from someone (or something) that was supposed to be her dom. She felt just the smallest glimmer of hope. "I'll do anything, just please don't let me go with one of those sadistic men out there." "How do you know I'm not sadistic too?" Bonnie asked, her threat being undercut by her continuing to gently run her fingers along Lea's body and through Lea's hair. "I didn't I guess. Just please, I can't imagine how terrible it would be to be one of their slaves." "Watch it now, those are still my friends you're talking about," Bonnie said, giving Lea's ass a light slap. Lea was a little surprised with herself, but she reflexively responded with a small quiet moan. "Oh, do I have a bit of a masochist on my hands?" "I've found I can be, though I can also be a sadist at times too," Lea said. "Yes, I heard you switch, but let me be clear: I do not. Ever. If you're going to be my slave, you need to know that to me you will always be submissive is that understood?" Bonnie asked, punctuating a lot of her statements with more slaps to Lea's unprotected ass. "Yes Mistress," Lea murmured. "Now if you're really good, maybe you can earn a chance to play with some of my other slaves. I have a few to choose from, and all of them are submissive through and through. They'd probably love being dominated by a fellow slave. But that would be a privilege, you would need to earn that by being a good slave to me," Bonnie said as she continued to stroke Lea's hair. Lea didn't like it, but some of this was starting to turn her on. The constant petting certainly helped, her head resting on this woman's soft leg certainly helped, that she was a girl at all certainly helped. The slapping certainly sent out the right signals, talking about the bevy of slaves that could be available, the way the bondage was inescapable but not at the moment painful. All of it was adding up. She was still being abducted into slavery, she didn't want to feel any of these things, but she was beginning to regardless. "So how many woman have you been with?" Bonnie asked after a period of silence. "Just one... Mistress." Lea said. "Really, well then I better make sure you know what you're doing," Bonnie said as she stood up allowing Lea's head to flop down without a leg to rest on. She removed her panties be kept her skirt on, it was short enough that hiking it up a bit was all that would be needed. She sat down against the back corner of the sectional sofa and grabbed Lea by the ropes and began to drag her forward. She was trimmed but not fully shaven, and slid forward to put her pussy right up against Lea's face. Lea tried her best. She didn't actually know if she was any good or if Andrea was just easy, but she had brought her to climax enough she felt she knew at least a bit. That thought was confirmed as Bonnie began to moan softly. She ran her hands through Lea's hair and used that position to occasionally deeply bury Lea's face between her legs. It definitely took longer than it did with Andrea, but Lea eventually heard the cries got louder and louder before she felt Bonnie cum, spraying her face a little bit as she did. Bonnie sat up some to put distance between them before bending down and kissing Lea's forehead. "Not bad, you do have potential there maybe-soon-to-be slave. So who was the other woman then?" Lea was suddenly struck with a strange feeling of déjà vu. Hogtied on this couch, licking her Mistress's cunt, that was usually Andrea. It brought on a rather strong wave of recollecting. She'd once again put Andrea mostly from her mind only to have it all come flooding back unexpectedly. Bonnie was waiting for an answer but Lea suddenly didn't want to give one. The feelings were overwhelming, coming from all directions, and it was silencing her. To her credit, it seemed that Bonnie could tell this and scooted back over, letting Lea's head rest on her leg again. "It's one of the other people in the house isn't it?" she asked as she began running a finger up and down Lea's side. Lea didn't say anything but was eventually able to nod. "So if I go with you, will I ever see them again?" she asked. "I'm sorry, some but not much, no. I usually only see these guys a few times a year, but we don't always have all our slaves with us each time. And before you ask, no I can't take them too. We agreed none of us get more than one slave, there's already going to be two of us going home with no one new at all." Bonnie said in a very sympathetic voice. It meant Lea absolutely believed her and that realization was the last straw she needed before she began to cry. "You're not going to cry all the time now are you?" Bonnie said, still sympathetically but with a tone that said she did have a finite amount of patience. "Cause I don't like weepy slaves, and I think you really want me to like you if you don't want to end up with one of those men. "Sorry Mistress. This was just a weird thing that kind of crossed my mind." "Good, cause I wanna see how well you do in other positions. I'm a bit of a rope fiend, it's something you'll get to know about me rather quickly." "I like rope..." Lea said, able to pull her composure back together with the help of a different topic. "Excellent. So, how long you think you could hold a reverse prayer? Well let's just see," Bonnie said with a wicked grin on her face. **** When dinner was finally called, Sophia was well onto her sixth mile and wanted desperately to stop running. Sota had put her in an armbinder, a body harness, a hood, a bridal, a buttplug with a tail and pony shoes that went up to just below her knee. The hood was the same kind Lea had gotten a while ago, they left the mouth open but had tubes over the eyes narrowing vision to only what is in front of the wearer. And with the way the bridal hooked into her collar it was very difficult for her to turn her head independent of her body. The slaves from the truck had unloaded a treadmill to the back shed earlier in the day. When Sophia was brought out here and dressed, she was lead onto the treadmill where her body harness was attached to chains in the ceiling. If she fell they would catch her, but those chains were also hooked up to deliver a powerful shock through her buttplug every time they felt too much weight. He had turned the treadmill up to a light running pace some time ago and since then had simply sat there alternating between watching and looking at something on his tablet. "Well, looks like I'm off to eat," he said as he got up off his chair. "You've been doing excellent so far, I must say. When I saw how fast you ran during our little hunt, I wondered if you had potential here as well. I mean, you were running in the wrong way this afternoon, and running too loudly to not be noticed, but it looks like you might have a future as a ponygirl. Would you like that?" Sota asked as he condescendingly grabbed Sophia's waist cincher Sophia didn't know much about ponygirls, but she knew enough to know she would probably hate being one. Unable to talk, treated like an animal, always bound. If this exercise was any indication she knew she was probably right. She was used to running in trainers, these shoes were the equivalent of six or seven inch heels with a two inch platform. Except there was no heel, making them even less stable than they otherwise would be. She never wore heels to begin with, she was tall enough without adding more height. With these shoes she was a giant, as tall as either of the large male slaves. Never mind the added weight of the metal horseshoe on the bottom. So these were very difficult to balance in to say the least. She was falling over nearly every hundred metres, but the shocks were more painful than just continuing to run. As Sota walked right by her she tried to turn her head to plead to be released, all it did was trip her and bring another shock. She was hungry too, and she had enough of this damn machine. She wanted off now. She cried out trying to get his attention, but he kept going. "I'll be back after dinner to see how you do," He said as he reached the porch. Megan could tell from inside that there was still something going on in the shed, it was where they had taken Sophia, but from the kitchen she couldn't see well. She was busy plating up dinner for the six of them, trying her best to make it presentable. They had made it clear they would be judging her based on the dinner she serves and she badly did not want to be punished. They had even promised that if they were pleased she would be allowed to eat some of it instead of a blob of slave chow. She hoped they would, she had been tasting as she cooked, making sure things were coming out right, and it had made her very hungry. She made the fanciest thing she could think of with what was in the house, with the sissy male slave beside her helping. Apple and walnut stuffed pork with a side of spicy carrots and mashed potatoes, her stomach gurgled again just at the thought let alone the sight and smell. She was not released from the kitchen tether, so it was left to the other slave to actually serve once everyone was seated. When he returned from bringing the drinks as well, he knelt down on the floor; something Megan decided was probably wise to copy. A wave of relief fell over her as she heard the table quiet down, in her experience that only happens when everyone is enjoying the food too much to talk. "That was good, you certainly have potential in the kitchen," Tom said as he turned back to look at Megan. Megan smiled, before beginning to hate herself just a little for smiling. She didn't want to get punished sure, but she felt she shouldn't feel happy that she pleased her abductors. "Oh Crystal, take the cook upstairs, and bring the twins down" he called out before Crystal seemed to appear almost out of nowhere with both keys and cattle prod in hand. She unlocked Megan from the kitchen and led her upstairs to one of the waiting cells. It was strange to be up there, Megan had gotten used to looking at all the bondage furniture that had been stored up here, but it had all been taken downstairs. In its place were cages, all empty save two. After Megan's door was shut, Crystal went to work releasing the two identical looking slaves. They were both young, with hazel eyes and dirty blond hair. Megan watched all the steps that all needed keys. Unscrewing the dildoes needed a key, unlocking the top of the cage needed a key, removing each of the bars needed a key, each of the straps and chains all required keys and it didn't look like any one of these steps could be skipped and still let the person go free. It troubled her how secure those enclosures were. She decided after watching one, she didn't need to watch the same process done to free the slave beside her. Instead she lay down and watched the ceiling as the late summer sun was just beginning to set. She was alone for only a short time as she heard the heavy footsteps of one of the larger slaves carrying Lea up with Crystal walking in front. Crystal opened up the cell next to Megan and set Lea against the far side. She connected a short chain to one side of Lea's collar, around one of the bars and then back to another d-ring, effectively tethering her collar to the far side wall of bars and out of reach of Megan. She lay there in a contorted pose encased in lots of rope. One hand was held up to her back between her shoulder blades while the other was bent at the elbow and held up like the two hands were stretching to reach each other from opposite sides. With thinner rope, even Lea's fingers were bound to the web of ropes making up her chest harness, trapping both hands open palm facing out. Her legs were tied like she had once been sitting cross legged, but now was forced to keep that pose as she lay on the floor. Rope from her feet connected to the chest harness in the front and back, which giving her almost no movement at all. Thankfully her mouth was uncovered. **** "So.. how've you been," Megan asked sarcastically causing them both to chuckle a bit. "But seriously, does that hurt?" "Not as much as it probably looks like it does. As long as I don't try to move it's not too bad. But from the neck down the only thing I can move are my smaller toes. I've never felt anything like this." she said as she wiggled her 8 smaller toes, revealing to Megan how even her big toes were tied to the rest of her leg. Megan's stomach growled loud enough for them both to hear in the uncomfortable silence that followed. "So you haven't eaten either? Weren't you the one cooking the food?" "Yeah but I was being watched so closely I couldn't exactly sneak a plate for myself. They had me make a lot extra and said if they like it enough I might get some of that," she said as she theatrically smiled and held out both hands with crossed fingers. The two were interrupted by the loud sound of someone walking up the stairs, but this time the noise came from the weight of Sophia's boots as the metal clopped up the steps. She looked like her legs were made of jello, covered in sweat and about to collapse onto Crystal at any second. She still wore all the pony gear and when she was let in to the cell where Lea was, her arm binder was clipped to a chain at the far wall, giving her range to move but not enough to get over to where Megan might be able to undo the arm binder. Once she was secured, Crystal removed the bit gag but then simply left again. "I.. just ran... just over 13... fucking miles... in these Goddamn things," Sophia said as she laid on her side to get her weight off her shoes. She eventually, and with some difficulty sat up and began sucking on the dildo that was attached to the wall. She hoped it was still hooked up to give her a drink because she badly needed one. When it rewarded her with water she sucked up every last drop she could. "I saw them taking Andrea down from the rafters as I was coming in, she'll probably be here any second now." Sophia wasn't far off, and very soon after she said that Andrea marched up the stairs and into the far cell before Crystal removed her hood. She shut the door and left promptly. "We've got to get out of her," she mumbled in a low voice after sprawling out on the metal floor. "These guys are monsters." Lea almost found herself leaping to Bonnie's defense, but then mentally slapped herself for what she almost just did. Bonnie was still friends with all those others, and she was still participating in this whole endeavour. "The way I was hearing it explained is that they're going to decide amongst each other who gets to keep who. We'll all have different masters and almost never see each other again." "Fuck seeing each other, I just don't want to be a slave. I had plans.. I was going to go to college. Well.. fuck I almost forgot. I would have be going if I could convince Hannah to let me go. Wow, she's feeling like a lifetime ago." Andrea blurted out in response. "That would explain why they were judging my cooking, and I guess Sophia's running," Megan said in response to Lea, partially ignoring what Andrea said. "Look I have a plan," Andrea said in a somewhat whispered tone. "So I was thinking..." Andrea started before being interrupted by the sound of the door and feet on the steps. Crystal came into view holding a tray too high for anyone to see what was on it. Bound Friends Pt. 09 "You know, this has actually been really nice," Andrea said as she slowly walked arm in arm along the waterfront with her date. She had been dreading it, a setup by a roommate, but it had actually not been a bad night. The food was good, the guy seemed nice, and now that it was just a few days shy of fall the oppressive summer muggy heat had finally been replaced by an altogether more pleasant temperature. "Well I got one more surprise for you," He said as he led her off the trail and down to the water. The sun was still up but it was lowering, casting a golden color across the sky. "OK, now stay right there and close your eyes." Andrea was a little hesitant, but the night had gone fine so far. She closed her eyes and felt him go in for a kiss. It was a little surprising but not unwelcome. As she began to kiss him back she felt him begin to passionately push her back, forcing her to slowly back up until she was resting her back against a tree. Then she felt something hard fold around one wrist and then the other. She opened her eyes in a panic as she felt she couldn't move her arms from her sides. He had sneaked her into cuffs with the chain running behind the tree. "No, no take these off!" Andrea said firmly as she pulled away from his lips. "Aww, come on.. I saw that site, I know you're one of those NESIC Slaves, I know this is what you're into," he said as he began to press his hands against Andrea's ass. "I said I don't want this, get me out!" She said in a louder tone while trying to shuffle away from his touch. "It's ok, I like the freaky stuff too," he said as he continued to run his hand along her body unabated. Andrea moved her hands further behind her so they could feel around the other hand's cuff. She found a safety release and pushed it, freeing her hands to shove him away. She undid the other cuff and threw the whole thing into the river. "Fuck you alright. You don't get to just assume shit like that!" "But you were one of the NESIC Slaves, and in those videos.." "Fuck those videos too. OK. This night is over, I don't want to hear from you ever again," Andrea fumed as she turned to walk away. When he followed behind she turned to slap him hard. "Get the fuck away from me freak." "Yeah, well I'm not the freak here ok? You are. I was just trying to throw you a bone." "Yeah well you can fucking keep that fucking bone," Andrea said so angrily she was shaking and at the verge of tears. Of course this is how the night would end. She changed her hair to a short pixie cut, dyed it black, changed the way she dressed but of course he still knew it was her. Of course he saw that fucking site. It was only the first few hundred results when you googled her name. When Hannah posted that site and sent links to everyone she could find, the site went viral. It even became the topic news outlets talked about to fill time during the otherwise slow week. It gave them an excuse to show sexy b-roll and get up on their high horse about the degenerate "NESIC Slaves," as they became known. Almost immediately, people who already had a problem with "kids today" or the idea of a NESIC all banded together and had a rallying cry. "The NESIC Slaves" became a cautionary tale, a tale of innocent young teenagers who got turned into bondage-loving sex fiends the moment they got that little chip. It wasn't true at all, but it was far too compelling a narrative to let something like the facts get in the way. They became "public figures" and so no amount of lies could be considered slander any more. Their names were public and mentioned in some places, but at least with such an inflammatory group name few people could actually remember the individual name of who these NESIC Slaves actually were. It took four days to track down the server Hannah had used to host it and convince the web hoster that even without the login and account information (which Hannah created and then destroyed record of) they did in fact have the authority to take it down. The problem was that by then the full site had been downloaded and rehosted in a half dozen other places insuring it would live on to anyone who cared to search for it. Andrea dashed to the walkway under the canal to get the hell away from this guy before he got any more bright ideas. "Hey Megan, you free?" She said as she called her friend. "I was just in the library, why how'd the date go?" "I could really use a friend and a drink, that's how it went. I'm pretty much at your campus anyway, can I come by?" "That bad huh?" Megan replied sympathetically. "Well I guess I can push the studying for another night. My roommate always has something to drink and she's said I'm free to it whenever. I think she just assumes I don't drink much." "But you don't," Andrea teased "...Just meet me by the front door." Megan said after a pause. She then hung up to go collect her things. Andrea had arrived early and greeted Megan before they both walked up to Megan's second floor room. "So I don't think you've met my roommate yet have you?" Megan asked. Andrea just shook her head. Megan opened the door and walked in with Andrea in tow mostly on autopilot, not really looking up at what was happening. "Close the door!" came a loud voice from beside the far bed. The two looked over and saw a small dark skinned woman wearing nothing but a large black strap-on. She was a shorter than Andrea by almost half a foot and quite a bit skinnier. She couldn't have been much more than a hundred pounds if that. She had long black hair in a French braid stretching down to the small of her back. Her breasts were very prominent for such a small frame. Her legs and ass were toned and flawless and she had a small tattoo of some foreign letter on her right ass cheek. On the bed beside her was a very terrified looking pale woman with strawberry blond hair, much taller but if anything even more attractive. She was naked except for a silver cross necklace, leather cuffs binding her arms behind her and a large red ball gag. She started frantically screaming at the other woman but with the gag nothing she tried to say was intelligible. "Is she.." Andrea began to ask as she pointed to the bound woman before being interrupted. "She's fine, she's just a little shy sometimes, turn around." Megan and Andrea both turned to face the cinderblock wall to give the two some privacy. "Andrea, I'd like you to meet my roommate, Zainab" Megan awkwardly said. "Oh, so you are Megan's friend from back in her hometown? The one going to AU? Well good to meet you!" Zainab said as she walked in front of them to greet and hug Andrea, which she did despite the strap-on very clearly pressing into Andrea as they embraced. She turned the two around to see the woman now covered by a blanket. "Come, you look like you could use a drink," she said as she walked over to her mini-fridge and bent over giving them both a rather prominent view of her ass. She got out some ice, some water and a clear bottle of something not labeled in English. She poured out three glasses that began immediately to turn milky white. "Here, to finally meeting you and to you not being a boring library kid again on a Friday night," She said as she handed each of them a glass and began to drink. It tasted sweet like liquorice but burnt going down. Andrea wasn't used to things much stronger than wine and couldn't help but cough a little. "There, there" Zainab said as she began slapping Andrea's back. "Someone doesn't drink much do they?" Andrea caught her breath still bent over where she faced Zainab's uncovered breasts. She found herself staring without even realizing. "Oh you like?" Zainab said causing Andrea to quickly look away. "Oh come now, you've already seen them you might as well enjoy them if you want. Are you that much of a prude?" She was interrupted by the renewed sounds of gagged pleading from under the covers. "Excuse me for a moment would you? I have someone to deal with who likes to think she actually is a prude when really she should know better by now," she said as she walked back and lifted the covers off the girls face and undid the ball gag. "Don't Look!" the woman screeched as soon as she was able, causing Andrea and Megan to turn back to face the wall. Zainab and the girl talked quietly but frantically, Andrea and Megan could tell it was heated but couldn't hear any real words. Eventually they started having louder and louder exchanges until the bound woman could be clearly heard saying "no, they saw my face, I don't know who they are, get me out of here, I can't be here!" That seemed to be the end of the conversation as Zainab set about freeing her friend who quickly got dressed and darted out of the room. "Sorry, I find her beautiful and so much fun but she works on the hill for a humorless, religious bore of a congressman and she can absolutely panic about anyone finding out what she is into. I try to tell her no one cares what interns do in their private life but she doesn't listen. I've never understood that kind of view myself. If you like something, do it! You're only hurting yourself and wasting what life is offering you if you don't," She said before she downed the rest of her drink. "And the worst thing? We hadn't even gotten to the good parts yet," she said as she reached one hand down and grabbed the strap-on to emphasize what she was talking about. "I do all this setup work and I got nowhere before you two walked in. I ask you how is that fair? But now if you're here for the night I suppose we're back to reading and computers for the rest of the night are we?" Andrea stared at her glass and in one quick gulp finished the rest. "Forget that, I'm here to get drunk." **** Andrea woke up with a splitting headache and uttered those words freshmen across the world can be heard uttering on any given Saturday morning. "I'm never drinking that much again." She opened her eyes, but that was a mistake since she couldn't make the ceiling stop spinning. The skull splitting whine of her phone forced her to give consciousness another go if for no other reason than to get the phone to shut up. "He..llo?" Andrea said in a low voice. "You OK? You never came home last night even though I heard the date bombed, did something bad happen?" Asked Andrea's far too cheery roommate in far too high pitched a voice. "No.. fine ... friend place," she mumbled as she hung up the phone and let it drop to the floor. "You don't sound very fine," Zainab said from across the room. "Good afternoon, since you already missed morning. Here, this will help with that hangover," she said as she threw a small bottle of Tylenol and a red colored drink in Andrea's general direction. The drink wasn't labeled in English but Andrea was very thirsty and sat up to try to drink it. It tasted vaguely like watermelon and the cold felt good going down the throat. "No.. not so loud... dying.." "You're not dying, you're just hungover. But I like you, you're fun. And so eye opening," Zainab said as she walked over still wrapped in a towel with a second towel wrapped around her hair and sat beside Andrea. "I've been living with this one over there for weeks now and that whole time I thought I had a boring little goody good for a roommate, but you two are a couple of undercover freaks!" Andrea tried sitting up seeing if that helped, it didn't much. As she leaned against the wall she noticed it was her bare skin making contact with the wall. She looked down and saw she was in fact topless with her metal stud piercings plainly on display. "Oh god, what did we do last night?" She asked as she pulled the covers up to shield her breasts. "Oh relax, I was the perfect lady. I even turned you down when you asked me to tie you to the bed for the night," Zainab said getting back up and walking over to her closet. Andrea looked around, she wasn't in Megan's bed, and she could see what she thought was Megan buried under some covers in her bed across the small room. Andrea noticed vague marks on her wrists and more above her elbow. "I thought you said you didn't do anything," Andrea said as she began to put two and two together. "Ok, you got me, not a perfect lady. But perfect ladies are so boring. Still, I didn't leave you tied up for the night like you wanted, you were too drunk to be asking for it," she said as she took off her towel and hung it over the closet door giving Andrea another clear view of her naked body. "And anyway I..." she said as she turned around and noticed Andrea staring. "Now is this drunk zoning out or is this a continuation of last night when you couldn't take your eyes off me?" She asked as she walked back over to sit down beside Andrea. She started leaning in closely, making Andrea unsure what was coming next. Her face was inches from Andrea's and her lips began to pout for a kiss. Zainab stopped short though, only using the prospect of a kiss as a distraction so her hands could grab the blanket and rip it away without a fight. It revealed that Andrea was not only topless but fully naked. "There, parity," she said playfully as she walked back over to the closet with blanket still in hand that she draped over the foot of her bed, leaving Andrea with nothing to cover herself. "Where.. what.. happened to my clothes?" Andrea asked as she curled up to try to cover herself. "Oh you threw those out the window last night, you said you'd rather be 'naked forever,'" Zainab said matter-of-factly as she slid into a wispy yellow frock top. She began to straighten it out when she turned to see Andrea's shocked face and cracked. "Sorry, no, they're just over there by Megan's bed. But your face... wow you just remember nothing huh?" She turned back laughing to herself as she continued to get dressed. Andrea was still feeling a little too foggy to appreciate the humor at her expense. She slowly walked over to Megan's bed where her clothes were piled and sat down to stop the room from spinning as she began to slip her panties on. "Uhhhh... why," came a groan from under the covers as Andrea sat down. Megan slowly turned her head to peek out from under the covers. "Oh god, what's wrong with me?" Megan asked as she felt she could barely move. "Do you mean the hangover or the restraints?" Zainab asked walking over with another bottle of red juice and Tylenol. "Restraints?" Megan asked as she tried moving her hands only to hear the jangle of chains. "Oh don't play coy, you know a cuff when you see one. You were practically jumping when you saw them last night," Zainab said walking over to them. "You might have been a bit drunk by then but you seemed to me like you knew what you were asking for." "And what was she asking for?" Andrea asked as she finally accomplished the difficult task of putting her t-shirt on, not backwards. "Oh god I think I remember. I asked if I could wear these. Because.." Megan started saying before losing herself. "'Cause you said it was the softest leather cuffs and collar you'd ever felt. I know, I agree, I absolutely love them too." "Collar?" Megan asked as she tried sitting up only to feel a tug on her neck as she tried to straighten her arms. "Here let me," Zainab said as she helped her roommate sit up, revealing she was also topless. "And why am I topless? That's it, unlock me now I've had enough." "You must have been more out of it than you looked, you're good at hiding being drunk, I'll have to remember that. I just assumed you were like this one here," she said as she pointed at Andrea who had finally conquered the left sock and nearly fell forward as she tried moving on to the other. "Sorry to tell you this but..." Zainab added as she opened a drawer in Megan's desk that was directly beside her bed. "Well... shit," Megan said as she saw her roommate hold up a clear box with keys inside locked with a countdown timer then still read 14 hours. "Yeah, you said you wanted to wear this for 24 hours and insisted I lock the keys away so you couldn't talk me out of it in the morning. You didn't need to be somewhere today did you?" "I was going to video chat with Sophia, but she'd probably find this as hilarious as you do. Can't I just cut them?" Megan asked, even knowing what the answer would likely be. "Yeah, that would be no. The chains aren't easy to cut and those cuffs are from when I lived in Italy. Every part of them is handmade in a shop that's been working with leather for centuries. I had to order them special since they don't usually do fetish things. Those are not getting cut unless you're planning to have some replacements made special and flown over from that hole in the wall leatherworking shop whose name I can't even remember but was down the block from the embassy in Rome," Zainab responded. "You could have just said no," Megan replied, feeling a little bad for even asking. "Now I am actually sorry I don't remember any of this," Andrea said, now fully dressed in last night's clothes. "Well we can always have a repeat matinee runthrough," Zainab said as she poked Andrea suggestively in the gut with her elbow. The hits were meant in jest but they were not sitting well with some of the nausea she was battling and the message was accurately communicated on her face as she bent over. "Fine, another time then when you're not so out of commission." **** "I brought food, who's up for some afternoon breakfast?" Andrea said as she walked in holding three bags. "Thanks again, I can't exactly do much myself right now," Megan said as she sat forward with some difficulty. Her hands had only enough chain to sit at their lowest at the small of her back. Andrea set Megan's bagle on the paper bag and she began to attempt to simply nibble off of that. "Oh stop your complaining, you were begging for this last night. Talking about how you used to love to get tied up, but that you hadn't in so long, about how much you loved giving up control so you didn't have to worry about responsibility and stuff. Phh, please. Last time I do any favors if you keep up like this," Zainab grumbled. "And if you love it so much by the way, why did you stop? You knew your stuff last night, it sounded like something you certainly had experience with." "Well, those videos were good at splashing some cold water..." Andrea started before being shushed by Megan. "What videos?" Zainab asked. Andrea suddenly felt terrible, Megan had a roommate that didn't know about her summer at all and she might have just ruined it. "Oh, it was just one of those... things. A crazy ex got pissed we were leaving and posted some explicit videos online. And I mean really explicit stuff," Megan explained diplomatically withholding some of the key parts. "Oh so like some homemade porn? You are a lot more interesting than I've given you credit for. But no I don't really watch porn. If I want to see sex I will simply find someone to have sex with, much better than watching someone I don't know have all the fun while I'm alone." Zainab said before biting into a muffin Andrea had brought. "Wait we? Who else was in these?" she asked after a sudden realization. Andrea sheepishly raised her hand. "Oh you utter slut!" Zainab said excitedly. "That would explain your matching pairs," she said, gesturing to her own nipples. "So then, where you two... together?" "No we just had the same mistress," Andrea said continuing the half-truth Megan started. "Mistress? Not master, interesting.." Zainab said stroking her chin theatrically. "That isn't... I mean it is but it isn't like that," Andrea tried saying but failing to find any kind of point. "Don't worry, I don't judge. So you like women, so what? So do I," Zainab said sitting down beside Andrea and putting her arm around her. "No, I like guys, it's not like that," she said trying to shrug the arm off her. Bound Friends Pt. 09 "As do I. Beauty is beauty, if you can't appreciate it you are missing out." "So I hate to interrupt," Megan said, actually intending to do exactly that as it was becoming clear Andrea was getting a little uncomfortable. "How'm I supposed to pee without one of you getting me out of these?" she asked rattling her chains. "Simple," Zainab said, darting to grab some things from Megan's drawers. "We just put this on," she said as she started to slip a loose turtleneck over Megan. "Then we put your sleeves in the pockets of your pants and boom! From a distance you look almost normal." Megan didn't like the solution, part of the collar still showed, but it was certainly better than nothing. "I think that's my cue to leave," Andrea said. "I've got stuff to do today and I'd really love to get some clean clothes." "Oh that is an excuse and you know it. Just borrow Megan's clothes I'm sure they fit you fine. You're practically the same body down to the intimate piercings. Come, join us as we navigate... the treacherous hallway!" Zainab said, as she helped Megan up and started pushing her towards the door. Andrea darted ahead to see if anyone was coming, their room was about as far from the nearest bathroom as you can get, and had to pass the men's room to get to the women's. She suddenly felt herself getting into it as she silently gave the hand signal to follow. Megan walked slowly between them, looking around with wide eyes. Andrea looked around the corner and signaled like she was leading some kind of secret mission, which in a small way she realized she kind of was. Just as they were almost there, the door to the men's room opened and a towel clad sophomore walked out with his shower basket in one hand. Zainab quickly wrapped her arms around Megan's neck from behind like she was giving some kind of awkward hug. "'Sup? she sarcastically added in her deepest voice as he walked by a little confused. After that they were able to make it to the woman's handicap stall where Zainab helped her roommate position herself. "See, what did I say, piece of cake?" she said receiving some very skeptical looks from both of them. "What? And don't tell me you aren't staying!" she said as she pointed to Andrea "Fine," Andrea eventually said. **** "If you're so sure then prove it," Zainab continued to taunt. "No! Megan, you remember more of last night, back me up here," Andrea said attempting to enlist her friend. "Sorry, she's right, you were kind of leering at her," Megan said as she shrugged, still inside the confinement of her sweater. "Well leering doesn't prove anything, I can stare at a bus crash that doesn't mean I like crashes," Andrea conceded, attempting to move the goalposts a little. "Yes, it proves you find that crash interesting enough to look at. That's exactly what it means," Zainab said to Andrea's frustration. "Look, I'm not trying to change who you are, but I'm saying that in my experience drinking can't change you either. Who or what you like, it's still the same but being drunk is just good at making what you like harder to hide." "Can we change the subject," Andrea said. She didn't have a logical response but she was becoming very defensive. She didn't want to hear any more. "Uh, look if you're uncomfortable that's fine just don't try and sit there and tell me you aren't at least a little attracted to girls. Or is it just me you're attracted to?" She asked, somehow managing not to sound vain with a question that could have easily been seen that way. "No not just you, I mean it's not anyone!" "What about your Mistress? If I were to tie you up some more would you still not be attracted to me?" Zainab asked, not taking no for an answer. "Lea? No, I.." Andrea started to say before Megan jumped in. "Hey, why don't we just all move on here. It's already past 6, Who else wants some real food?" she asked. "Only if it's a picnic," Zainab quipped. Megan knew the spectacle would be enough to change the subject, she didn't want whatever it was that had haunted Andrea about Lea resurfacing and that was exactly where this was heading. Plus, she was more than a little curious what Zainab had in mind. She nodded her head and Zainab quickly started getting excited. Megan went with Andrea to go to the trailhead to figure out a spot to sit while Zainab went to get the food. "You alright back there?" Megan asked once the two were alone. Andrea smiled and nodded her head. "Thanks" she replied, though Megan wasn't sure if she was being thanked for asking or for the interruption. Either way she would take it. Zainab returned with chicken tenders for Megan, which she would sometimes feed her and sometimes simply lay down on a paper napkin and force her to bend over and eat it that way. They had walked off the trail to an isolated patch of the woods and while it wasn't totally hidden it did give them plenty of privacy with which to tease over Megan's helplessness. She wasn't complaining, she almost seemed to be enjoying it. When Zainab asked her face went red as she denied it, the other two both suspected she was lying. "OK but seriously, I'm off this time for real," Andrea said as the sun began to lower. "Oh, you're not staying till your friend gets free? Besides she's going to be talking to that other friend of yours over webcam. What do you wanna bet she does when she notices the collar?" Zainab said, trying to get Andrea to stay. "Sorry, I really do have stuff to do," Andrea said, only really half meaning it. "Well, it's been memorable," she said as she started walking in a different direction than those two. And it had been, perhaps the most memorable night she couldn't remember all that well. **** "Oh, hey, you're home early," Lea said as her brother David barged in through the front door, causing her to quickly close a few of the tabs on her browser and pull the blanket up to cover her bra. She was extremely thankful she had the sound off. "Yeah, clearly," he said looking away at the mess that had become such a common occurrence but only in the immediate vicinity of his couch. He turned his head away so that Lea could locate and put on a shirt before asking how her classes were going. "Oh yeah fine I guess. Sorry about all this I was planning on cleaning before you got home," she said as she started to scoop up her glasses and dishes from breakfast and lunch. Lea had moved in with her brother a few months prior, after the videos first were sent out and made the rounds. Links were sent to everyone they knew. Lea's parents were furious she lied about the job, they didn't say it but they certainly didn't seem to like that she seemed to be gay either. So rather than fight with them to stay she simply took her stuff and left. She didn't feel right in the cabin any more, and so she turned to her brother. He had always been someone she looked up to and could turn to. He was 9 years older, graduating from the local college around the time Lea started High School. He had been the first person Lea ever came out to, he was someone she knew she could lean on. "I know you don't like to get out much, but it seems like you only leave the house for class and then you're right back there to the couch," he said as he sat down in the chair opposite where she lay. "I know it's comfortable, but you can't just live on my couch forever." Lea hated when he got like this. Not because she thought he was out of place or overly demanding, but because he tended to be right. She hated it sometimes. She knew it was for her own good, he was right, he almost always was when it came to unsolicited advice, and that's exactly what made it annoying. "I'm gonna," she said in an imitation of a ten year old's huff. "And any luck looking for apartments?" he asked, simply receiving a face of playful "oh just shut up" from Lea. "It's nearly October, do you need help looking?." It only elicited another "I'm gonna do it I swear" from Lea. Truth is she hadn't done much looking. She had some money left after buying the cabin, she owned shares in Synsermo because of the mobile app she created which had been going through the roof since the NESIC launched. So she could find a place without much financial problem, but the couch was just easier and living with her brother just felt safer and more comfortable than living on her own. "So I would.. a.. wash your hands. I got leftover sandwiches from this office party thing," he said, subtly tipping his hand that he understood exactly what he walked in on. Lea's face turned very red, but she silently went off and did it without attempting to say he had the wrong idea. "Look, you know I'm here for you whatever you need and everything right?" David said after they had both finished their early dinners. Lea nodded her head. "Well an.. um.. interesting thing happened at work today. So there was this party for this guy who's leaving. Well the office is all guys, and it's a real 'hurry up and wait' kind of schedule. So sometimes to kill the downtime between crises, we look up.. well.. what you were just looking up. So the guys start crowding around Turner's computer and I go join them. They were watching these two woman really going at it, one of them was suspended by some ropes while the other was just pounding away. Kinkier than I'm into but still I caught myself thinking, 'that's really hot,' getting really into it, really turned on." Lea thought she saw where this was going and immediately started to curl up from embarrassment. "Well, after a good bit of that he hit a key to change the camera angle, and it was only from that angle that I could see the faces. One of them I thought I recognized as your friend Andrea and... and well I think you figured out where I'm going with this," he said before trailing off once Lea seemed to not be listening any more. She had curled up into a ball in her chair and seemed to be trying to will herself to turn invisible. "When that site first got sent around, you called me before I opened it up. I didn't know any of the details besides what I got from the news, and even then I tried not to listen to those stories. You don't have to explain any of it to me. This doesn't change how much I care for you, but it does mean that right now, in the short term, I kind of need to not have you around. I've got a hotel I'll be staying at for the next couple of days, give you a chance to pack up. Monday's the first of the month so you could possibly move right in." "No, David, please." Lea blubbered as she began to shake. "I'm sorry. You know I'm normally always on your side, but I have to do this for me this time. Please, just try to be somewhere else by Tuesday." he said firmly but kindly. He went back to his room and emerged only moments later with a backpack full of clothes. Lea had walked up to the front door, "Please, we can fix this," she said with pleading eyes. "I'm sure we can, but for me that first step is I need to be away at least for a little while. I'm sorry," he said as he hugged her tightly before very awkwardly and quickly pulling away. He turned and walked out the door. "But where am I supposed go," Lea said to the emptiness as she collapsed down into the couch and sulked. **** Andrea didn't see Zainab again for weeks after that, but she was on her mind a lot. Though not just her, but her prodding. Her incessant prodding! And why did the prodding make her so uncomfortable? But she was determined to think about it this time and not ignore it like she had before. And the more she thought about it, the more she began to wonder if Zainab was right, that perhaps she did feel something for girls. She would sit on the quad and people watch as she thought about it. She certainly found that a lot of the more attractive men could give her the kind of warm, sexual feelings she had always felt them give. But as she put her guard down, as she really tried to picture it, she realized it wasn't the same feeling but something did stir when some of the more nubile coeds walked by. She had always assumed those feelings she got around really pretty women were somehow based on maybe jealousy or aspiration. She thought it was more about how she wanted to look that good, not that she wanted to see how good they look naked. Now, she wasn't as sure. It wasn't quite the same as what she felt for Lea though for those couple weeks when they had the cabin to themselves. She searched her memories and while everything was getting questioned, she seemed sure it wasn't that kind of attraction. It was more just a deep friendship and trust, as far as she could work out. She knew it might be awkward, but she also knew Lea might understand better than anyone what she was going through. Andrea called but it didn't go like she hoped. There were some problems with Lea's brother who she'd been staying with, she apparently had a very busy and hard week and she just really sounded like she needed to vent. But when Andrea tried changing back to the reason she called she kept tripping over her words. Lea sounded utterly distracted, things with her brother seemed to be taking their toll. And besides what was she supposed to say anyway? Whatever was going on with her, Andrea ended the call frustrated and no more certain of anything than she had been before. With uncertainty pitted against anticipation battling it out in her stomach, she decided to just go right to the source and call Zainab. To Andrea's relief there was no incarnation of "told ya so," but the sound of genuine interest. Zainab agreed to meet for coffee, curious as to what exactly Andrea was expecting to have happen. They got their drinks to go as Andrea began meandering aimlessly, both in conversation and along the brick sidewalks. Eventually Zainab got tired of her on-the-one-hands and as they turned another corner she decided to just jump right to the point, pushing Andrea up against the brick townhouse wall, getting up on her toes and kissing her deeply. Andrea was so taken aback she dropped her half-finished tea. Time stopped as she moved her arms around Zainab holding her close. When Zainab finally pulled away, Andrea was lost in thought as her mind rushed to catch up with the turbo boost her heart and her hormones just got. "Does that answer your question?" Zainab asked as she took a sip and turned to walk back the way they came. "Wait.. Wait a sec!" Andrea said as she quickly rushed to catch up. "Wow, so.." "So now is about when I get to say I told you so, if I wanted to," Zainab replied sharply, having clearly not been phased in the slightest. "But I like to think I'm above saying that even though tell you I most certainly did." "So.. should we talk about.." "Talk about what? You were taking too long to get to the point so I got there for you. Didn't that answer the question you came here looking for?" Zainab said, cutting Andrea off mid-sentence. "Well, yeah, I guess. But now what?" Andrea asked refusing to adopt the blasé attitude Zainab had. "Now? Now you can do whatever the hell you want, just like before," Zainab said turning to Andrea as she waited at a street corner to cross. "Like do you want to make some plans or something?" Andrea asked. Zainab stopped in the middle of the one way cobblestone residential street. "Why Andrea, are you trying to ask me out?" Andrea became a little red, "Yeah I think I am, I guess.." "You guess? Well nice to see enthusiasm. But you are kind of cute when you're embarrassed like this," she said as she continued to stand in the middle of the road contemplating. "Well could we talk over here?" Andrea said as she tried to walk to the other side but Zainab wouldn't move. "So what, you thinking like a dinner at a nice restaurant, a place with candles, maybe see a movie, finish the day walking along the water hoping to sneak a kiss like we're living in some insufferable romantic comedy? I've never liked playing it so slow and safe," she continued to ponder despite a car now honking at her from the other side of the intersection "No, it'll be whatever you're up for, just get out of the street," Andrea said as she tugged on Zainab's arm. "Maybe... kiss my boot," She said as she looked at Andrea but wouldn't move. "Fine, whatever you want can we just get going?" Andrea said as her face began to turn very red with embarrassment as the car continued to rightfully honk. "No I mean right now," Zainab said with a look of devilish seriousness in her eyes. "Here?" Andrea asked quietly in a bit of a panic. "Yes, if you want to go out with me that is my condition." Andrea looked around, the few pedestrians in eyesight were all staring at the crazy woman and her friend who stopped in the middle of the one lane road. The driver of the car being blocked was sticking his head out the window to try to figure out what the hell is going on and maybe yell until things start to make sense again. Andrea started to shake but she got down on her knees, bent down and quickly kissed Zainab's boot before bolting back up and taking her by the arm to run out of the street. Zainab mercifully followed this time. Once they were to the sidewalk they were still getting funny looks but the car had at least gone on its way and left them alone. Her heart was absolutely racing. Zainab began to chuckle. "Oh you are so much fun when you're embarrassed! I was probably going to say yes regardless but oh this just made my day." Andrea gave a polite nod to an old couple that needed to pass by on the narrow sidewalk, who had also just watched the whole thing unfold. She couldn't read their faces but she was sure she would be embarrassed by whatever it was they were thinking. "That wasn't that funny," she whispered. "But it was a rush," was her reply. "Admit it." Andrea couldn't deny that. She might not have seen the humor but that kind of public humiliation was absolutely a rush. She was right. Damn. "Fine, maybe a little." "So Megan will be around for the Columbus.. weekend.. thing, whatever it is, how about your roommate?" Zainab asked as she continued strolling back to her campus. Andrea said hers was going back to Long Island for the weekend. "So your place then, Friday?" Andrea nodded but she was walking behind and Zainab didn't see. "I'm just assuming that's a yes?" "Sure." **** It wasn't glamorous, and it certainly wasn't big, but Lea was able to find a studio room in the short time that would let her move in that weekend. It didn't come furnished so now it was occupied only with a mattress, a single lamp, a router, and a few cardboard boxes she used to move which were now doubling as tables. It was objectively depressing, but Lea just couldn't feel motivated to do very much about it. Late that first night in her new place she got a call from Andrea. It felt so good to hear her voice again, with them both in different cities they didn't talk all that often. She started to tell Andrea about her awful week, but it seemed Andrea wasn't paying very close attention. She continued none the less, it felt good to share this with someone. "So I don't mean to totally cut you off," Andrea said as she cut Lea off totally. "And this might sound weird but I kind of could use your advice. How did you.. I mean.. I've been thinking about.. and not that I'm sure of anything.. but I think I do.. at least maybe.. but I don't want this to sound like.. well you know I don't care.." "Hon, just get to it, what's the matter?" Lea said trying to get the series of half statements to actually make a point. "I can't be sure.. but..Lea did you always like girls or did you kind of only realize it after thinking about it?" Andrea asked, finally getting to something dressed up to look close enough to a point. Lea had to think back, it was kind of a vague question and she was having trouble thinking about it. "I guess somewhere in between. I mean I never really liked boys when everyone else started to but I'm not sure I put that quite together right away, why?" Bound Friends Pt. 09 There was a long pause before Andrea spoke again. "I.. well I think.. I mean it's been suggested, and not that they're wrong that's the thing I think they might be right.. well and I don't know if there's anything for you to say.." "OK. Calm down. Anything to say about what?" "Girls." Andrea sheepishly replied. "What about.." Lea started to slowly say before being cut off. "I think I might like them. I don't really know if it's how you like them.. but I just.. how do you tell?" Lea didn't know what to say. Not just because of the topic generally, though there's often not an easy answer to that. No, this was just someone she couldn't be very objective about. Andrea was once the most serious infatuation she had ever had. Her rejection led Lea to lock herself away, eventually leading to Hannah and everything that came out of that. And that was all when Lea knew rationally that Andrea considered herself straight, someone she couldn't actually be with, but she felt that sting of rejection anyway. How does anyone respond to someone with that kind of history objectively when they ask for advice about something that might suddenly make them a romantic possibility? "I.. I don't know," Lea finally said, now taking her turn being at a loss for words. "I mean you either feel it or you don't I'm not sure I can really.." Lea started to say as she trailed off. When she picked up the phone this was the absolute last thing she thought might happen. "What brought.. I mean, why.. all of a sudden you call me up.." "Are you alright?" Andrea asked after Lea trailed off into nothingness and stayed there for a while. "No, sorry, it's just.. lot's going on all at once, like almost too much, you know?" Lea said now laying down on her bed and staring up at a stain on the ceiling. "Yeah, sucks to hear about your brother, think things are going to be alright eventually?" Andrea asked, completely misunderstanding what Lea was referring to as being "too much." "Oh.. yeah I don't know. I hope." Lea said before going silent again. Andrea didn't stick around much longer, she said her goodbyes and Lea spent the rest of the night looking up at that stain that she eventually decided looked kind of like a dolphin. She didn't know what else to do. Lea had difficulty recovering after that phone call. While Andrea clearly felt she could turn to Lea with her internal struggle, Lea realized slowly that she didn't quite have anyone to do the same. She didn't want to talk to Megan about it, she was too afraid she might let something slip to Andrea, purposefully or not. Sophia was rarely in contact, but Lea felt so guilty about what had happened to her that she didn't want to add to her burden in any way. She couldn't turn to her brother because of their recent problems. That Friday at the start of a three day weekend, she had scheduled to talk with Sophia, but Sophia never checked in. That's when Lea had the sudden and sad realization of how alone she was. She just didn't know what to do about it. **** Andrea wasn't surprised she was nervous for her date that Friday, but she was surprised at how nervous she was. Her roommate had left before Andrea was done with her afternoon class. She then spent the rest of the time trying on just about every outfit she owned, finding fault with every one of them. She didn't know what they were doing, what she was dressing for or even fully sure if she wanted to dress to impress Zainab. Not to mention wondering if such a thing was even possible with Zainab. Though as she pondered, she felt those butterflies of nervousness most people get before going out with someone they've got a crush on. Well, at least that part of her seemed to not be up for much debate any more. When she got the text that Zainab was downstairs, she nearly leapt out into the hallway still in her underwear from being caught mid-change. She decided to just keep it simple, can't go too wrong with jeans and a long green sweater with a front pocket. It might have been a little (ok a lot) long on her, but that was the point. She got it to be worn when she went to the gym to cover just past her ass, which yoga pants did nothing to hide and its big pocket in the front that could hold a water bottle easily. It might not have been elegant but she always liked its shade of green and it made her feel comfortable. She was nervous, so comfortable sounded good. "So where are we headed?" Andrea asked as Zainab met her down in the lobby. "Oh not so fast," Zainab said as she slung a small bag over her shoulder. "Let me see this room of yours first." Andrea brought her up to the fifth floor and down the hall to her room. "Wow, somehow even smaller than our room. How is that even possible?" she said as she navigated to the back of the room which, from the piles of clothes, she assumed was Andrea's bed. "But at least you've got a good view, and your roommate's bed over there, I like the risers. Not sure I'd feel safe studying under a bed but when you got this little space I guess you gotta make it count." "So are we going somewhere?" Andrea had to ask as Zainab continued to comment on the room. "Eventually, but have you never heard of an appetizer?" she said as she pulled Andrea close by the back of her neck. "And besides, if you've only ever had beef, you should probably order a sample of shellfish before buying the whole meal," she said as she gently pushed Andrea down to her knees. She wore a light tan dress and with her free hand she began to hike her dress up, revealing her bare pussy. Andrea couldn't believe the absolute bluntness, this isn't in a hundred guesses how she would have thought things would start off. But as she looked up she couldn't help but be taken in by her commanding presence. She felt pressure on the back of her neck and so she took the message and leaned forward touching her mouth to Zainab's dripping lips. Andrea reached her arms forward to grab hold of Zainab's ass. She began pulling herself forward on her own accord causing Zainab to let go and run her hands through her long hair. Zainab soon began to moan as she returned one hand to Andrea's head. She bit her lip as she could feel herself getting close. With the first loud grunt, Andrea felt Zainab shake with pleasure before stumbling back to lean against the absent roommate's raised bed. "Ok, so you're certainly not put off by an order of clams now and again. But now it's my turn to have fun," Zainab said as she regained her composure. "That wasn't fun for you?" Andrea asked, confused about what she meant by that. "Take off those clothes. I can certainly see you tried enough on but I want you wearing something else first." Andrea anxiously complied, setting her jeans and sweater at the edge of her bed. Her hands shook as she reached behind her to undo her bra and she nearly tripped herself trying to recover her cool by taking her panties off in what in theory should have been a smooth sexy motion. It caused Zainab to hold in a giggle by putting her hand to her mouth. Zainab opened up her bag and started bringing out dozens of wide leather belts. "This, is what I mean by having my fun," she said as she grabbed two long ones and walked over to Andrea. She silently began to build a chest harness, one belt above and below the breasts, followed by another series of belts to bind Andrea's arms in a box tie to the rest of the leather. "Besides," she finally said as she tucking away the last strap. "I think you find this fun too don't you?" she asked as she began to hug Andrea from behind, freely moving her hands about giving special attention to her breasts. "Mmm hum," Andrea responded as she leaned into the touch. It was the first time (she remembered) being bound in a long time, and it had never been with such nice supple leather. Zainab's warm embrace was only amplifying the feelings. She gasped as she felt a finger reach down to graze her clit piercing and lingered around her pussy lips. She didn't need the confirmation but she could hear the sounds of wetness as the stray fingers continued to move about. "Now Megan was telling me a little more about you, I hear you got one of those NESICs. I'm still on a waitlist so I don't know how you managed that. But however it was done, that means you have that chip connected up with your phone? May I?" Zainab said as she let go and walked over to Andrea's pants to retrieve her phone. "Well what were you planning to do?" Andrea asked skeptically. "What do you think? I want to see you scream with pleasure, I want to dominate your tight little ass for the night and I want to do it with your chip. Of course, if that's alright," she said as she unlocked Andrea's phone and opened up the program. "Sure I guess," Andrea said trying to hide her nervous excitement and sound unperturbed. With that, her chip sprang back to life after nearly two months of disuse. Her mouth dropped out from below her as she started gasping for air in a suddenly more sensual room. It began to turn down after she heard Zainab mumble "maybe too high just yet," It was down to the more sustainable, but nevertheless frustrating middle where without major physical stimulation she would never unexpectedly cum, but she could also find it hard to keep her mind on anything that wasn't at least partly sexual. And as she stood there straining against the wide belts and feeling the pleasurable sensations, Zainab had removed her dress under which she wore nothing at all. She went to her bag and had retrieved the same black strapon she wore when they met. Grabbing Andrea by the straps at her back, Zainab led her onto her bed which was up against the far back of the room. She ever so slightly guided Andrea forward until no part of her leg dangled off the edge. She spread Andrea's legs and took up residence on her knees between them. With some positioning, Zainab thrust forward, pushing the dildo she wore deep into Andrea's wet pussy. Andrea moaned loudly as she started slowly bending forward with the force of the new thrusts and the direction of hands on her back. Without warning, Zainab reached forward and opened the curtains only inches away from Andrea's head. "Are you crazy, what if someone sees us?" Andrea said as she suddenly tried to fight back but finding about as much success as if she hadn't tried at all. "Relax, you are high up and facing gardens. If someone is fortuitous enough to notice then let them see! You will hardly be the first college girl to be naked by their dorm window." Andrea looked down, she could see people but none of them were looking up. She could see the other side of the t shaped building had a few curtains open but couldn't see any watchers. "Are you getting close? Warn me if you are," Zainab asked as she slightly slowed down her pace. "Kind of, oh god I can't look, tell me if they're looking," She said as she turned her head to the side. Andrea started to breathe faster, without looking she was picturing people watching. She could see this guy walking up the hill, a really unpopular guy having a shitty week. Suddenly he looks a little higher and notices her, naked and getting plowed in plain view by another naked woman. He stops and starts to watch, which only makes other people look up to see what he's staring at. And like many things, she couldn't explain why, but she started to get turned on by the prospect. She was inching closer and decided to tell Zainab she was close. That was when Zainab stopped. She shut the curtains, pulled out, turned off Andrea's NESIC and walked back to get a damp cleaning cloth from her bag to wipe down the dildo. "No, please, I was so close." Andrea couldn't help but plead as she turned around and flopped down on her bed. Zainab, once again in her tan dress, walked over to Andrea and laid down beside her. "But remember, this was just supposed to be an appetizer. Did you like it? Did you like being dangled in front of the window like that?" Andrea, despite her rational mind, smiled and nodded her head. "Then let's get you standing up, we've got things to do." Andrea stood up and waited, it was all she could do. She knew bindings enough to know she wasn't getting out of what she was in. Zainab had retrieved Andrea's green sweater and slipped it over her, adjusting it just right kept all the bindings hidden. It was much shorter than any skirt Andrea would normally wear, but it did reach to just about the lower part of her ass cheeks. Zainab slipped her into some canvas shoes, put the sleeves into the sweater's pockets and put on one final wide black belt at just above her hips, declaring "there, now it's a dress." "You want me to go out wearing just this?" Andrea asked softly. She tried shifting her arms but found with the belt holding the sweater down she had even less room to move around than before. "Oh, careful now, too much of your arms there and this hikes up just a bit," Zainab said as she pulled the sweater back down. "I told you I didn't do normal dates, this is more my idea of a first date. Really jumps right past all the bullshit and right to compatibility and trust. Do you trust me? Do you want to find that out now and not a few weeks from now?" she asked in a progressively softer and more nurturing tone. She looked up at Andrea and ran her hand through her short hair. She could see Andrea was shaking a little bit again. Andrea's eyes darted back and forth between the mirror, the door and Zainab only to repeat in no particular order. "Hey," Zainab said as she guided Andrea's face back to meet her own. "I'm not going to let you get hurt. It will be intense, but all good things are." Zainab grabbed her purse, throwing Andrea's wallet, keys and phone in it, and walked to the door. "I'm going to open this door. If you want to continue this as a date, take a leap of trust and come with me. If you'd rather I just fuck you and have some fun here before I free you, then go back to the bed." She said, opening the door only once she was finished. "It's up to you." Andrea looked back at the bed. That would be the safe option, much safer. Nine nights out of ten she'd have gone for the bed, but for whatever reason she was feeling tired of the safe choice. She hadn't been able to get this woman out of her head and the two choices before her was an empty bed or a doorway with her in it. She closed her eyes and swallowed a deep breath before slowly, very slowly walking forward. **** Sophia looked at the clock on the wall and smiled. 4:02, her shift was finally over. It had only been a few hours but she didn't have any other responsibilities for the night and was looking forward to the first night completely off in a while. "You off?" Chloe asked as she ducked back to grab another round of beers for her table. "Yeah, here. Make sure Sarah gets her cut too," Sophia said as she handed over her tips from the shift. "Not that I'm complaining, but one of these days I'd love to hear what possessed you to sign an employment contract where you can't keep the tips," Chloe said as she set the money in a jar deep in the back of one of the shelves. "I'm off by 8, I doubt I can try to convince you this time to come out with us right? I mean it's the start of a long weekend, why not just come out with us this once?" "Yeah, doubt it," Sophia said as she started walking back to the break room to change. She didn't much like the attire, but she knew it could be a lot worse than some drunk tourists leering at her as she fetched them drinks. The outfit was meant to look Roman, that was the Baiae Resort's theme after all. It was a plain white dress that barely covered her ass and was from the waist up essentially just two small bars of fabric across her upper chest, barely covering her breasts. She was allowed to wear white panties but it wouldn't allow her to wear a bra. Though that was perhaps the point of the outfit, there was a reason this bar in the casino served almost only men and how they could get away with charging a little extra for beer and mediocre bar food. In truth she would love to go out with Chloe, but she couldn't. She had been trapped in this casino now for most of the last two months, ever since she signed that infernal contract. She hadn't thought she had a choice, but she still signed the contract with Carl with video witnesses and officially registering it with the ICB. There was no way to get out of it for either of them. Because when a contract is registered, either party violating it is a criminal act that carries heavy penalties. It's what keeps employers from changing the terms of employment part way through and it keeps employees from doing the same. To ensure compliance, the International Contract Bureau has the authority to check in, usually in secret. They were not above planting bugs or tapping voice and video feeds, particularly with the larger contracts. Any violation of the terms of the contract and the perpetrator is assigned to a penal labor contract, designed to be disproportionately worse and longer than the contract being violated as punishment and as an incentive to follow the rules. That usually translated to two levels higher, violate a level 5 contract and you get put in a level 7 penal contract. The ICB administers any penal contracts they create and keeps whatever profit such a contract can bring in, so they are quite diligent about finding contract violators. That goes double for larger contracts as those can yield more extensive and therefore more lucrative penal contracts. Sophia didn't want to know what it would be like to be under a disproportionately worse contract than what she was under. There were already so many restrictions already she honestly couldn't think of what more could be taken, though admittedly she hadn't tried hard because she didn't want to think about it. During the term of service she had restrictions on her movement, she couldn't have possessions of her own, she needed pre-clearance to communicate with anyone she was not with in person, she even embarrassingly needed to ask for permission to cum even when alone. That had been some embarrassing calls, so she didn't call unless she really felt she needed to. But as much as she might want to go out or keep her tips, she knew she did not have it anywhere close to as bad as her contract said it could be. When Carl found out Sophia hadn't wanted to sign the contract, he gave her his word that he would be as lenient as the contract would allow, and he had been. The contract demanded she "serve the contract owner daily in whatever capacity they desired," and that work needed to be of "a domestic or sexual nature." With some legal work he was able to stretch that to mean she simply needed to be a part time waitress that had at least a small shift every day and a very sexualized outfit. The contract demanded she be in the "immediate vicinity or residence" of the contract owner, he was able to reclassify the whole casino as his residence since he owned it outright and slept there most nights. She had her own room, she had free time, and she had even been able to get a position to understudy one of the background dancers in one of the casino's shows. After she had changed and was walking back to her room, she checked the phone she was given. It had a message that she was to go see Carl when she was done with her shift. She knew she couldn't complain even though it was annoying to give up her free Friday night when she had planned to check in with her friends. Andrea was apparently busy going out somewhere, she wouldn't say more, but Megan and Lea were free and she had gotten clearance for this particular night days ago. For what it was worth, Carl had not demanded any sexual act from her yet. She would certainly be dressed sexually, if she was dressed at all, but he had never done more than stare, lay beside or on one occasion caress. He had another woman contracted to him, Elizabeth, and she always seemed to be more than enough when it came to heavy play or actual sex. Sophia was only infrequently called and found she would only be there when it was just the three of them in his suite. She had never been called over when there was anyone else besides Elizabeth, though she knew for a fact that he threw larger parties that Elizabeth would go to. He just seemed to leave her out when he had guests, something Sophia noticed and certainly appreciated because he did not have any obligation to do that. Bound Friends Pt. 10 The next few days after Carl's death were slow and painful for Sophia. She met with a lawyer who said the contract could be passed down just like it could be sold, and so all the same restrictions apply. Which was especially terrible because there was then no one to give her permission to do the things she needed permission to do. And with the contract transferring ownership, she would likely be under extra scrutiny. She couldn't ever be sure she had a moment where she could be free to break the rules without being noticed. She was told to be safe she needed to stay in the suite, not the casino at large. But she was often alone and lonely, without Carl living there no one ever had reason to come in. She couldn't even bring herself to go into the bedroom, she kept looking at that spot beside the bed where he had been, all night beside her. No one had even bothered to move the stockade she had been in. Worst of all she couldn't talk to anyone. She needed permission to communicate long distance and without it being clear who owned her contract she had no one to ask for permission. She asked the lawyer when he was there, but he didn't feel comfortable giving permission as he didn't want to run afoul of the contract himself. She lay on the couch, clutching a large pillow wishing beyond all reason for a familiar face to walk through the front door. She missed her friends, and with so much of her future in the air she wanted desperately to cling to something good from her past. She wanted Lea to tell her this would be ok, or to share a joke with Andrea or ask Megan how her classes were going. Anything. Anything but the bleak loneliness she helplessly sat through. She was awoken abruptly on the third day as four men stood around the couch she was sleeping on. One wore tan chinos with a polo shirt while the other three surrounded him wearing suits. One of the men in suits she recognized as Carl's assistant but everyone else was unfamiliar. The casually dressed one of the group was tan and looked to be in his 30s. "Are you Sophia Ladas?" one of the suit wearing men asked. Sophia sat up and nodded her head. "Is that one of my father's shirts?" the casually dressed man asked as he noticed what Sophia was wearing. "Yes sir, I haven't been allowed to leave and I don't have any clothes of my own," she explained with a slightly downturned head. "Well, take it off, I want to see what I just got," the casually dressed man replied. Sophia stood up and removed the oversized t shirt that had been her only clothing. She stood there naked while he seemed to examine her, fighting every instinct she had to cover herself with her hands. "Are you the only one or did he have any other whores working for him?" he said as he spun her around to get a look at Sophia's backside. "No others that I'm aware of," Sophia said getting increasingly self-conscious from being so casually called a whore. "Good, but lets get a few things straight. My name is Felix, and along with my dad's casinos I apparently just inherited your contract. It means that I need to use you daily or I'm in violation of the stupid thing. But my first rule, and I will not tolerate it being violated, I don't want to hear a word about what you did or didn't do with my father. You even mention something in passing and you will severely regret it," he said as he spun her back around and pushed her down onto the couch. "But sir, Carl had made me this prom...," Sophia tried explaining before receiving a strong backhanded slap to the face. "What did I just say? I don't want to hear what my dad did with you. I am in charge of you now and I say I don't want to hear anything that went on from the moment you met him to today is that understood?." Sophia looked to the only person she knew there to help. She had seen him in passing dozens of times, surely he would stand up for her. But he didn't. "I said is that understood?" he repeated as he raised his hand in the air. "Yes sir," Sophia said as she looked down at his feet. "But if I could just.." "Grant, gag her would you," Felix said to Carl's assistant. With that, Grant pulled from the large bag he was carrying a harness gag. As he stepped forward, Sophia grudgingly opened her mouth and accepted the soft red ball before waiting patiently for all the straps to be applied and tightened. Sophia was scared. She just wanted to tell him that he had the wrong idea, that he never treated her like a whore. She desperately wanted that promise of leniency Carl made to extend to his son but it didn't seem like he wanted to listen. At least not right now. "And I can't very well have you following me all day, so we're going to have to make a detour to my home since I can't risk leaving you somewhere not my residence or risk you panicking and running, violating your contract and getting us both in trouble with the ICB," Felix said as he nodded to Grant. Grant pulled out a metal collar and locked it shut around her neck. He then produced two ankle cuffs that came forged with an 18 inch hobble chain connecting them. Her wrists were guided behind her back while a pair of similar cuffs with only a 9 inch chain were attached to her wrists. Finally a thin almost delicate looking chain was produced. It was in sharp contrast to the heaviness of everything else. It was fed through a ring in her collar with a handle on one side and a small u shaped piece of metal on the other. Handing the leash over to one of the other men, Grant bent down and replaced Sophia's barbell clit piercing with another bar that fed through the u shaped piece of metal at the end of the leash. Now if she didn't keep up with her leash it would pull painfully on her most sensitive area. Sophia hoped she would at least get some clothes but she wasn't so lucky. She was led to the private elevator. It opened up in a secluded area of the underground parking, but to get from the public garage to Carl's private garage required going through one of the hotel's many laundry rooms. Sophia couldn't help but look up and see what it looked like when about 20 people all stopped what they were doing at once to silently stare. She looked back down at the ground ahead of her, realizing it was probably a mistake to look up. When she got to the car she half expected to be thrown in the trunk as cargo for as well as things seemed to be going. She was thankful that she was only led to the back seat where someone buckled her seat belt for her. Felix got in the other side and the two cars drove off with everyone else riding in the second car. Once they were moving, he placed his hand on her thigh and began to feel around. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll find a use for you yet," he said as they pulled out of the parking garage. **** After a very short drive across some water, they arrived at the end of a road leading to a gated address. The gate was wood and metal, looking very old fashioned as it opened up to a wide courtyard. Its stone walls were high and it seemed to be the only thing built on the small peninsula they turned onto. When they pulled up, a large woman was there to greet them. Sophia rarely met women much taller than her but this redheaded woman certainly was. Granted Sophia was barefoot and she wore heels, though not very tall ones. "Well Sophia, this is Sadie, and welcome to The Couesnon," Felix said as he got to the other side of the car to help her out Sophia had been so focused on the gates pulling up and the people waiting and keeping her head down that what stood in front of her took her by surprise. It looked like an oversized fantasy castle. The stone walls that made up the front of the property continued around with what was meant to looked like fortifications once it reached the (albeit shallow) water. The main building was not very wide but was maybe five or six stories tall with several towers all with blue cone roofs that rose even higher than that. The whole structure also sat elevated, one man with a drink had walked over to the railing but seemed to lose interest and walk back out of sight. Her gag prevented her from speaking but her eyes asked a thousand questions, puzzled at why it would seem someone would simply move a French castle to the shores of New Jersey. Felix took Sophia by the leash and began explaining as they approached. "This was a gamble of sorts by my father. Once he had the Baiae up and running here, and a Kasbah in both Vegas and Macau, he was basically printing money. Part of what made his resorts so successful was making them seem more elite, decadent, and more than a bit depraved in parts when compared with the family-friendly catch-alls he was competing against. So he thought about trying to take it one step further, create an ultra high end resort. Problem is he refused to cut any corners, exploding the cost way beyond his original estimates. Somehow he hadn't factored in how complicated it could be to build a tall, mostly stone building on tidal wetlands. Those walls aren't decorative, he had to basically build a giant cement bathtub to stop the whole thing from flooding or sinking. And as it turns out there just isn't enough of a client base to make it very profitable. Years ago when I went to him and said I wanted in on the business, he gave me this to try and run. He had written it off as a failure but I've managed to keep it afloat, no pun intended." Sophia couldn't help but find it funny to see all the medieval decor, the stone facade, but that the entrance was still a set of automatic glass sliding doors. Inside it looked like the lobby of any small hotel, a check in desk in front of them and a small bank of elevators beside them. She could see that beyond them were gaming tables, but saw no slot machines that she had grown so used to seeing and hearing at the Baiae. Sadie was waiting with an elevator open that everyone piled into. When they got out, Sadie walked ahead again, opening one of the double doored rooms in anticipation of their arrival. As soon as Sophia was through the door she was handed off to Sadie. "Ok, Sadie, I want you to go secure her in my bedroom and get her whatever she might need. Oh and you can probably take the gag out too" Sophia started to protest, she rattled her chains and tried her best to say "I'll be good." She didn't like the sound of "secured in the bedroom" "It's for both of our sakes, you look like you're freaking out and I need you to really not try anything stupid like running away. You need to stay in the room." "I wirrlt, I promisch, I'r be ghood" Sophia sware with utter sincerity. "Sorry, but I just don't put a lot of weight in the promise of some random whore," he said as he began to back out of the room. "I got many, many more hours with lawyers, I'll probably be back late." Sophia watched helplessly as Felix simply closed the front door leaving her there with Sadie. Sadie led her through one of the only two sets of doors coming off the living room, revealing a rather spacious bedroom. Sadie pulled out a key fob and held it down at a patch of floor about two thirds of the way to the bathroom from the bed. A small chamber opened up otherwise concealed by the carpeting about the size of a large water bottle case holding a spool of somewhat thick cable. She pulled out part of the steel cable and closed the door again, making sure the cable lined up with the small hole that allowed it to feed out. She pulled it up and used the fob to open a mechanism in the loop at the end of the cable, before closing it around Sophia's collar for a near seamless connection. Only once Sophia was secured to the cable did Sadie let go of and then remove the chain connected to Sophia's piercing. She unclipped the chain from the piercing but left the piercing where it was. "This cable is long enough you can reach the bed and the bathroom. If you want to retract the cable press this button on the loop here otherwise whatever you pull out will stay out. You should rather easily be able to get your hands out in front and then you can take the gag off yourself," she said as she was already halfway out the room. Sophia breathed a sigh of relief when she moved her arms in front of her and was able to remove her gag. She pulled out as much cable as it would to give her so she could better see her range. She couldn't reach the doors to the living room, not even with her feet, though the whole of the bed was within reach and it was quite soft especially by comparison to the couch she had been calling a bed the last few nights. She saw a closet at the other end of the room but there was no way it was close enough for her to peek into. The bathroom was rather empty, though to her relief the cable just barely let her into the shower, something she knew she could really appreciate. She just looked down at her cuffs and hope they'd not be staying long and also hoping that they could stand a little water. Felix did not return until quite late. When he did Sophia simply sat up in bed quietly as she watched him go silently into his closet. Without even glancing much in her general direction he continued on to the bathroom, preparing for bed as if she was not even there. When he left the bathroom he wore only a pair of satin pants tied off with a drawstring. He continued to ignore her existence as he marched back out into the living room closing the door behind him. Sophia wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing. It was certainly more than a bit dehumanizing. He seemed to give her about the same acknowledgment as the bedside lamp. But on the other hand, people usually don't mistreat a lamp. When he returned he climbed into bed opposite Sophia and just said "off," like he was shooing a dog off a couch. Sophia didn't say anything she simply got off the bed. She took a pillow with her, which he didn't seem to care about. It made the carpeted floor a little more bearable, but as he turned off the lights she knew it wasn't going to be a very good night's sleep. **** She woke up to the sound of a bedside alarm which began blaring until the sound of a fist against plastic shut it off. After it came back on and was again hit off, she finally heard stirring in the bed. She sat up to get a better look and saw him rolling over to her side. He sat up and stretched with what was very noticeably a morning erection. "Come over here," he said as he sat a little more forward. Sophia crawled forward until her knees were at the base of the bed. Felix bent down and grabbed her by the hair. "Now, so long as I own your contract I need you to service me daily. Do you understand that?" He asked condescendingly. Sophia nodded her head causing him to release her. "Now if you'll excuse me a man has certain needs," he said as he stretched out his arms, giving prominence to his erect cock. Sophia made a guess at his meaning and began to sit up and free his erect member from his pants. "So that's how you want it then? Alright but you better not spill a single drop is that understood?" "Yes sir," Sophia meekly replied before wrapping her lips around his cock. She began to suck but after only a few strokes she tasted a warm acrid liquid begin to fill her mouth. All she knew was if she didn't start swallowing it would start to spill out, so as much as it disgusted her she quickly began to swallow. When the flow had finally stopped she pulled herself off of him and began desperately to cough. "Well that's certainly serving," he said as he lightly slapped her on the back. He walked past her into the bathroom where she immediately heard the shower turn on. She went to test the door, she badly wanted to rise her mouth out, but the door was locked. She wasn't offering that when she crawled forward. She didn't mind the taste of cum but this was a different story. As his shower continued on for what seemed like an eternity the taste didn't go away. She leaned against the wall just beside the bathroom door and brought her knees up to her chest. She brought herself to the verge of tears but was able to just narrowly pull herself back. It wasn't just the taste, it was the violation. Carl would never have done that. But she wasn't Carl's any more. When he left the bathroom, she immediately ran in and began using the toothbrush Sadie had given her the day before. She scrubbed her tongue all the way back until she was nearly making herself gag. It was minutes hunched over the sink. By the time she returned out to the bedroom he was just emerging from his closet with khakis and a white button down shirt. He didn't acknowledge her he simply left. Once Sophia was sure he had left she went to his bed and buried her head in one of his pillows, finally feeling free enough to cry. At some point the crying turned into sleeping, she had been on the floor naked all night and wrapping herself in covers on a real bed was simply too comfortable to stay awake. "Excuse me," Sadie said, waking Sophia from her rest. "I need to make the bed, and I need you out of it to do that. You can go back to resting on top of it when I'm done." Sophia got up and stood aside as she went to work. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, though I can't always give you an answer," Sadie said without even breaking her stride. "Is there a plan.. you know for me?" Sophia asked, trying to keep her voice from cracking as she asked. "Not really, he's probably not going to be taking you with him so you're probably going to be confined to his room most of the time. Surely it can't be that much smaller than when you were confined to Carl's suite," she said as she pressed the topsheet flat and even across the bed. "Well I wasn't just confined to his room. His lawyers got it so the whole hotel complex considered his residence for the purpose of the contract. So I was.." Sophia responded before being interrupted. "So you could go anywhere in the whole complex? And that was within the confines of the contract? And what did you do when you weren't in his room?" Sadie said, finally seeming to show interest in Sophia and not her work. "Well he let me understudy for one of the dancers, I really liked that, it was a lot of my time but it was fun," Sophia said, cracking a wistful smile. "And otherwise I had to do some daily shifts at this sports bar. I had to wear this skimpy costume so it got the sexual service part out of the way so that.." "So you could go anywhere, and working for the hotel counted as service as long as it's sexual?" Sadie interrupted again. "And this all worked within your contract?" "Yeah, but what I was trying to say.." Sophia continued before being cut off for a third time. "Excuse me I need to go see Felix, I think we might just find a long term plan for you yet." Sadie said as she was rushing out of the room. Sophia had a difficult time gauging this. On the one hand it could return her to a little more sane of a life, but she didn't trust Felix to really make anything better. All he had done so far was make things worse, and she worried she just given him new tools to maybe make her life even worse still. When Sadie came marching back in about a half hour later the first words out of her mouth were "hands behind your back." Sophia scooted her chain around her legs, standing up with her hands behind her, but all her mind was thinking was that this didn't sound good. Sadie had brought a bag with her and disappeared with it behind Sophia. She felt the chain connecting her wrist cuffs pulled up slightly before she felt something attach to the back of her collar. She could no longer lower her hands and when she tried it put pressure on her neck. Sophia opened her mouth to ask a question bet felt something round and hard pushed into it. The invader was clearly hard plastic but the straps she felt going around her face were clearly metal; heavy, dull and almost rusted from what she could tell. As metal straps snapped into place she could feel pressure along her lips where a metal panel hid the gag. She could also feel pressure on her lower jaw and the top of her head, preventing her from attempting to open her mouth. There was a hole no wider than a pencil through which she could easily breathe but she could do almost nothing else. She really didn't like where this was going. Bound Friends Pt. 10 Sadie took a heavy looking metal chain and locked it, with what looked like a very medieval lock, to the front of Sophia's collar. She made sure she had firm hold of it before releasing her from the floor's cable. She tugged on it and Sophia obediently followed behind. Sophia was led into the hallway where she ended up passing by a guest also on his way to the elevator. He seemed remarkably unshocked by Sophia's appearance as they both waited for the elevator. On the ride down he took some time to look over Sophia's shaking body but if he thought anything he kept it to himself. He got off at the lobby, but Sadie did not, they continued down. As the elevator doors opened, the air was instantly more musty. Everything was darker and because they were clearly below ground level there was no natural light. They were probably below sea level even. The ominous sound of water dripping echoed through the high arched stone ceilings, Sophia just hoped it was supposed to be leaking. Sophia was led immediately to the right before her eyes had had much time to adjust to see what was in the main room. Down a small stone ramp was a narrow but long room. Along the far side there was nothing, but against the near side were a long row of women. They were each chained identically to how Sophia was, but with considerably more dirt, some marks and even bruises as well as a generally disheveled appearance. One of the women was shaved bald, and yet another was sitting with her feet forward that were clearly covered in scabbed over welts. Each of the women were leaning with their backs against the wall and between every other woman was a small stone bowl where water seemed to trickle into and spill over. Some spaces were unoccupied and Sophia was led to one of them. She noticed a small hole in the ground slightly beside where she was put down where the overflow of the water bowls seemed to drain. Her leash chain was fed through a metal hoop protruding from the stone wall and continued up until it attached to a hook that hung down from the ceiling. There was no lock, almost anyone could remove the chain but thanks to both the hoop preventing Sophia from standing and her hands being held behind her head, Sophia could not do so. "Since you can work for the hotel anywhere, we're putting you down here. It's where we most need people contractually able to do.. well, let's just leave it at things you're able to do. Almost all these girls are here on a penal contract, the few that aren't are down here usually as punishment for messing up elsewhere. If they're level 9 at least, we don't get a lot of troublemakers when they know what's waiting for them down here. Congratulations, you are now one of the many prisoners accused of heresy in the Couesnon Dungeon. The guests that venture down this far love the new prisoners especially. I'll probably come check on you in a few days. Oh, and since you need permission, I'm just going to go ahead and tell you that Felix said that if you can get off then you're free to do so." With that she simply left. Sophia looked around at the almost five other girls down here. None of them wanted to look at the new arrival. They were all equally restrained and equally gagged, there would be no conversation. Sophia knew already that she wasn't going to like this. **** Sophia had never felt such blinding, overwhelming terror. She spasmed as much as her restraints would allow, which locked down to the metal grate was not very much. The water that surrounded her was freezing, which only added to the suffering. The fear became so ever-present, it blocked out almost all other rational thoughts except one: don't try to breathe in. When she was raised back up out of the water they seemed to have their fill for now, locking off the board at a level position. Sophia sputtered and coughed before simply starting to shiver. One of the two men standing over her began to rub his hand along her helpless body, paying particular attention to her breasts. It barely registered with Sophia, she began to wish that his fingers were all he wanted to use, that would at least give her a rest from the tortures. The grate she was fastened to was shaped like a "Y," with her head at the base and both legs spread out in the two directions. The other man walked around to stand between Sophia's spread legs. she did not see him but she felt his cock push hard against her asshole. He had done it without extra lube and it was enough to make Sophia cry out in pain. Sophia began to panic as she felt the board tipping back down, once again submerging her head in the cold water. The man however had not stopped thrusting and at the first deep thrust an attempt to scream emptied her lungs of air. She had not reacted quickly enough and now her mouth was filled with water. She tried her best to shake her hands, her feet, anything to plead with these men to let her back up. She felt the grim feeling of death approaching, her mind was absolutely convinced she was going to drowned. Just as she thought she could take no more she felt the sweet relief of air hitting her wet face. She turned to her side as best she could and began to cough out the water in her mouth. One of the staff checked some readings at the side of the contraption. "Sorry but I'm going to have to call it. Finish up, no more water and then she's going back away for a while," he said, finally clearing Sophia to go back and rest. It meant he began to reattach her metal harness gag, but she gladly welcomed it over what she had just been through. "Uhh, after only a few hours? We're going to have to work on your stamina girlie," said the man fucking her ass. He was new but he was simply the latest in a string of depraved guests that had taken their pleasure torturing her. He finished quickly, spilling his load into her ass before withdrawing. "See you in a few hours girl," he said as he zipped up and left. The staff member unlocked the various iron restraints and helped Sophia sit up. He replaced her wrist and ankle shackles, with her hands once again behind her back and attached to her collar. She almost instantly collapsed her weight onto him as she tried to stand. Her feet still hurt horribly from the session before this when hung from her wrists and dangled over a fire, made especially worse because the time right before that the soles of her feet were whipped and caned to the point of bleeding. She used to think she understood how sadism could be erotic, but now she could make no sense of it or find any eroticism whatsoever. As far as she was concerned she might as well have been a real prisoner in a medieval castle, and these weren't guests but horrible torturers whose goal was simply to see her suffer. But at least, there was enough sanity for them to pull her out when the medical risks began to grow too high. Of course they'd only pull her out for a few hours like she expected they were doing now, but it was still better than letting them go unchecked. As she was helped down to the ground, her collar's chain was fed through the eyelet and up to the ceiling, once again trapping her without the need for a lock. A baggie of nutrient liquid was hung from the wall with a straw protruded out that Sophia could fit through the hole in her gag to suck down the mostly tasteless solution. But she was still too exhausted to do that. She did not know what time it was, what day it was even. There were busier times and slower times, so presumably if those are day long cycles it had been maybe five days but she couldn't really be sure. Either way she was more tired than hungry so she left the bag alone, leaned up against the wall and as best as possible tried to get some sleep. **** When she was woken with a poke, she at first didn't want to open her eyes. Closed, her eyes could be in a total state of denial. The poking came again and she reluctantly opened her eyes to see what hell awaited her now. She was happily surprised to see Sadie standing before her. It at least hopefully was someone who could get her out of here. "Good news for you, we got a new penal contract to take your place. We're gonna take you upstairs." Sophia looked over and beside Sadie was a perhaps overly tan blond girl bound just as she was. She was held by someone who looked to be security, judging by their uniforms and earpieces. The girl shook as she looked around in panic and horror. Her eyes were red from tears. If this girl was on a penal contract, than she had not asked for this, she simply broke a law or another, less serious contract and this is her punishment. Sophia felt sorry for her. However she quickly looked away, deciding to focus her thoughts on the fact that she was getting out of here and not who would be replacing her. Her feet were still sore, but once the girl was secure, taking the spot she had just occupied, the two security men were free to hold her from either side. They did not bother removing any of her bindings, they simply walked her to the elevators as she was. She walked past the main room again and saw three other slaves were being tortured. One in the Iron Chain, another receiving whippings chained to a post while this one bald slave continued to hang from her wrists. She had been up there for maybe two days already, maybe three. She wore a collar with twin forks held against her chest and chin. If she tried to rest, her head would try to fall causing her to be painfully stabbed. She likely had not been to sleep since she was put up there. Sophia couldn't imagine such a fate, the few hours gaps to rest had been the only thing keeping her sane. As the elevator stopped by the lobby, an older woman looked devilishly at Sophia. "Who's the lucky one who gets room service while the rest of us have to go downstairs?" She asked Sadie mostly rhetorically like she felt a need to justify her look. Sadie never replied and eventually the woman lost interest and got off on the fourth floor. When they marched through the double doors of Felix's suite, she was actually a little surprised to see him already there. "We're not in the dungeon any more you can lose the gag," he said to Sadie as he barely looked up from his computer. "Well, I understand that all might have seemed a bit harsh, but we were rather suddenly short staffed and Sadie suggested I give you a chance. Now I'm going to put you back in my room and start to use you myself. You are quite.. lovely after all it would be a shame for something so pretty I have going to waste downstairs. But do remember what the alternative is to my bed, is that understood?" He asked finally putting down what he was doing and walking over to Sophia. "Yes sir," she replied. She really wanted to say a whole lot more but she held her tongue. "OK, undo these would you?" he said as he generally waved his hand at Sophia. Sadie set about removing the shackles from her wrists and ankles, leaving only the collar remaining. The two security agents then opened the doors and walked to the far side of the living room. There was now nothing standing between Sophia and the hallway, and even Sadie backed off so that if she were to make a run for it none of them could instantly stop her. Of course her feet still hurt, she didn't know her way out and the perimeter was surrounded by stone walls and probably more security downstairs. Not to mention she would be violating her contract, making her a fugitive. It was a tempting fantasy to make a run for it, but Sophia restrained herself. "Now if I'm going to be letting you sleep near me I want you to demonstrate your compliance, that you know to follow orders without doing anything stupid. Go into the other room, Sadie will hand you the key fob. I want you to open the panel in the floor, loop the cable around your neck, and toss the key to the door of the closet so you can't change your mind later. Then, once you're secure, I want you to bend over the front of the bed and present your ass. I'll be in shortly." Sophia knew this as the power play it was. He was going to demand she be willing to bind herself and present herself without any coaxing. She really didn't want to, she thought again about running, but instead she took the key from Sadie and did as she was told. She walked in, which still hurt some but less so now that she was on carpet and not stone floor. She opened up the loop, ran it through her collar and closed it. She looked at the keys that could open this back up again, but she threw them as instructed far out of reach. The only thing left was to walk to the foot of his bed and bend over the wooden footboard leaving her ass prominently in the air. When she heard the door open she even got up on her toes to make her legs and ass that much more defined. It hurt a bit to put extra pressure on a smaller part of her feet, but she needed to not be downstairs again. She wasn't happy with herself for thinking of that extra detail. "Well, I was wrong, a few days downstairs was enough to break this whore. I thought she'd be a little more defiant than that but you were right. How'd you figure this one would be so pliable," Felix said, but soft enough it was clearly not directed to her. "I just had a hunch," said the deep voice of what Sophia assumed was one of the security men. "Well, at least I got a few days use out of her down there. Alright, you win. Have at her," he said, once again to someone beside him. "Oh, and Sophia, you have permission to cum," He said this time in a louder voice directed at her as he closed the door. Sophia couldn't look behind her because her head was below the solid footboard, but she heard the faint steps of someone up behind her on carpet. She heard the sound of a zipper and felt a half hard dick pressed against her pussy. She closed her eyes, she tried to think of something else, but it hadn't worked downstairs and it wasn't working here. She would feel every thrust, feel the arms of someone probing around her body, hear every derogatory "you like that whore? You're just broken and craving it aren't ya?" It was not torture, but it was demeaning on a very different level. She eventually heard him begin to groan and eventually felt as he filled her with cum. He had done almost nothing to insure she might like it, and he then quickly left without a word. She heard a zipper, followed by the door opening and then closing again. She had the freedom to get off her feet, and so she collapsed into a ball beside where she had just stood. She knew a shower would feel amazing, but she saw it was not even noon and she knew a shower was possibly all she would have on her plate for the rest of the day. For now there was plenty of time for her to lean up against the foot of the bed and begin to cry. **** She was not allowed on the bed at night, she thought about complaining but asked herself what good could possibly come of that. Her hands and legs remained unshackled, though she herself remained tethered to the floor. The carpet was at least soft and she seemed to now have "her" pillow she would use each night. She never again presumed he wanted anything done with his morning erection, and he never again used her that way. But it seemed to be about the only way he didn't use her. It ranged from a long, slow blowjob in bed as he read to an occasional fuck. He seemed to prefer her to do all the work, laying down while she bounced up and down on his cock until he filled her with his cum. He never wanted to look at her, Sophia wasn't sure why that mattered to her but after a few days like that it began to. On the fourth night of this, she happened to hear music coming from out in the living room. There was a lot of talking, it was clearly a party, and she just hoped it stayed in there. That hope was shattered quickly as a young man with short, gel covered hair burst in. "So, anything goes?" He called back, apparently seeking permission from Felix and not from her. Getting it he walked in and shut the door before ordering Sophia up onto the bed on all fours. He got out his cock and stuck it right in without any warning or signal. He then bent over more and began to push Sophia's head down into the bed. By the end of it her head was pinned under a decent amount of his weight as he quickly pulled out and yanked Sophia by the hair to turn her just enough for him to blow his load on her face instead of inside her. When he left he did not close the door behind him and soon a steady stream of people were making their way in, often content to just watch as others continued to order Sophia around and treat her as an object to be shared and used. Over the course of the next 5 hours she lost track of how many men came in and used her like that, but she never had time to rest or clean herself, so by the end she was covered in cum on almost every part of her to one degree or another, particularly her hair and face. Once the last one left and shut the door Sophia finally got up and started walking towards the bathroom. "Where do you think you're going?" Felix said as he barged in seconds after the door closed. "I don't want you cleaning up, I want you to stay like that all night. It will be good for you to remember your place," he said before quickly returning to the party. Somehow that, that part right there was the last straw. Sophia had been dreaming of what she might want to say to this guy, but she always held herself back. Not this time. She needed to be able to live with herself and she felt the only way to do that is to be honest even if she doesn't like what comes of it. And she was pretty sure she wouldn't. But at some point, a clean soul is sometimes just worth more than creature comforts, especially when they aren't exactly very comfortable comforts. The party continued a little while longer before Felix finally came in and went straight to bed. Before he turned off the light, Sophia began to speak while still laying down. "Sir, may I just say something?" "Sure, what is it." "Well, and I know you said earlier not to, but I just wanted to say something I didn't get a chance to say about your father." "Careful now, tread lightly," Felix said as he sat up "Yes sir. It's just this party reminded me of how your father used to have parties. I don't know exactly how many people he would have over but it would be dozens. And you know what he used to make me do for those parties?" "I said I don't want to hear.." "Nothing." Sophia interrupted. "He did not make me service him, he did not pass me off to his friends, he didn't even make me have to come. He would just let me go back to my own room at the other side of the complex from his. Or he would let me go spend the time at dance rehearsal doing something I love and learning enough that I might just be able to perform with them eventually." "I don't get it, why would he.." "Because he knew I didn't want to do this. And to him that actually mattered. Doesn't it matter to you?" She said as she turned around to look directly at Felix. "It doesn't matter, you're under a contract, a contract you signed." Sophia let out a futile laugh, a chuckle of utter frustration like one might make after spending an hour trying to discuss the finer points of the benefits of a Federated Europe only to realize a half hour later that the whole time they were talking to a potted fern. "You know, I once heard it said that you can best judge a man's character by how he treats those he has dominion over. Carl.. Carl treated me well when he really didn't have to. He cared about me. He promised that as long as he lived he would never make me do anything I didn't want to do." "Well guess what, he's not living anymore," Felix said in a juvenile tone with seemingly no other purpose but to hurt. "I'm not him." "You're right," Sophia said finally standing up to look down at Felix who was still sitting at the edge of the bed. "You aren't your father. Your father was a good man. And you.. you are nothing like him. You are a small, not even shadow of what he was. You would have me tortured for days just to settle a bet with your security guard. If I'm judging you by how you treat the people you have dominion over, you fail. You are a terrible person." Bound Friends Pt. 10 "I warned you to watch it," Felix said as he too got up. "Now sit back down. We're done talking." Sophia lightly chuckled again before biting her lips for a moment before walking inches away from Felix and continuing. "You're right, we are done talking." "I said.." Felix began to command before Sophia punched him hard square in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. She jumped on top of him, punching him one time in the face before Felix was able to grab her hands. She struggled down onto the floor with him, kneeing him hard in the balls to gain the upper hand and pull one of her arms free. She flipped him onto his stomach and took the spare slack of her leash and wrapped it around his neck, beginning to pull tightly. At that moment she was so sure she was willing to just kill this man who had caused her so much pain. But as his gasps became desperate, she lost her nerve. She thought back to what it had felt like to not be able to breathe. To feel like your life being taken from you as someone else made it impossible to take your next breath. The absolute fear, the absolute dread. She couldn't do it. She loosened her grip and leaned in. "Do you swear to honor your father's promise? Do you swear that this shit ends now?" As she leaned in further she felt him head-butt her hard, breaking her nose and causing her to lose balance and grip. Felix began crawling away and when Sophia tried to hold him still he landed a lucky shot with his foot to the side of her head. She lost her grip entirely and he continued to crawl away. Sophia regained her composure and began quickly closing the distance until she was stopped by the end of her leash. She was helpless to watch as he sat up against the wall catching his breath. As the adrenaline wore down, the magnitude of what she just did began to sink in. She started shaking and began to quickly crawl into the bathroom. She tried to shut the door but the thick cable was designed to not let the door completely close. It didn't stop her from trying to shove the last little bit under the near non-existent gap at the base of the door. She was so focused she did not even see Felix make a call or see three large men come barging in until they were just inches away. She screamed and tried running back towards the tub but they grabbed her arm and pulled her back out to the living room and held her down on her stomach. The three worked together to reapply her shackles, pinning her arms to the back of her collar and while her legs had a 12 inch hobble chain they added an additional lock to bring her ankles completely together. They pulled her legs up behind her and connected the spare chain to the base of her cuffs, creating a single line of connected chain from ankle to cuff to collar. Once she was effectively hogtied, the one that had been at her feet got up to go to Felix while the other two stood guard on either side of her. Sophia was certainly frightened, and she was certainly distraught, but despite all reason and logic she felt a huge wave of satisfaction. She had told that monster what he really was, and she could have had him. She was only laying there hogtied now because she felt she refused to lose her humanity. No matter what came her way, she felt at that moment that she had fitted herself with armor. A safe refuge for her mind to escape to when the world around her becomes terrible again, which she had no doubt it would. Felix returned to the room quite some time later with the security guard and two other men she vaguely recognized as being beside him when they first met, presumably lawyers. "I know you think I'm a monster, and I know you cared for my father. From what it sounds like he cared for you to. So I will give you a gift like he would have, to show you we're not that different. No I'm not giving you a room or any of that nonsense, but I am willing to forget this entire exchange took place. It's at my discretion to press charges and I can choose not to." He said as he slowly walked towards her and sat down on his bed directly in Sophia's line of sight. "And in exchange?" Sophia asked with slight vitriolic tone. "Well, I'll sign this paper here," he said as he snapped his fingers causing one of his lawyers to draw out a piece of paper and set it in front of Sophia. "But first, I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you grovel. Enough with this uppity whore attitude making yourself think you're better than you really are. Beg to be my slave. Tell me how worthless you are and how lucky you would be to serve me," he said with the hatred and poison of someone deeply scorned. Sophia looked over the paper, it was a rather simple contract. It simply says that he hereby waives all right to press charges now or in the future over the events of tonight. No other pages no other demands, at least on paper. She had no doubt that he wouldn't sign that unless she did as he asked. She took a moment to think, pretending she was still reading the paper so as not to be pressed so much for time. She knew that attempted murder would get her penal labor, and that violating her contract to actually do that labor would result in more penal labor. For once in the evening, her emotions were finally willing to take a back seat to her logic, at least for a bit. She needed to beg, and she needed it to be convincing. She looked up at Felix, and began to think of what to say. He smugly sat there, waiting to hear Sophia beg, like it was some big victory. Sophia held herself back from laughing, realizing just how truly sad and hollow he seemed. He insisted so strongly that she meant nothing, and yet he seemed so anxious to be told how great he was and how lowly she was, like her opinion was suddenly so valuable. Sophia channeled that, thinking of what a small pathetic man would want to hear, making the whole thing a long subtle joke only she was in on. "Please sir, please let me be your slave. I'm just a stupid whore after all, one that loves cock so much she sold herself into slavery. I guess I just got overwhelmed tonight, I got so many cocks in me and so many men's cum on me I got overwhelmed. I just got carried away, my mind started thinking all kinds of dumb thing. It's probably why I shouldn't do so much thinking. I don't know why I said all those things, that's not me. Please master give me another chance. I promise I'll be your good little whore, use me however you want master. In fact I'd rather be using my mouth to suck your cock than speaking, I like that more anyway especially with all these other men watching. Maybe you can let me suck their cocks too master! Or maybe fuck me with them? Mmm it would make this dumb whore so happy. Please, I want a master as powerful as you who can use me the way I got used tonight," Sophia pleaded with the sound of absolute sincerity. She was able to see each insult, each derogatory plea not an indictment on her but on him. This is what he wanted, and how small must a man see himself to need such base reassuring from someone he has such power over and open disdain for. He ended with the smug satisfied smile that makes just about anyone want to punch that someone in the gut. She wasn't sure he heard it all as sincere or not, but he certainly didn't seem to hear it as sarcastic. "Bring her up here, I'll take you up on that," he said to the guards who lifted Sophia onto his bed between his legs. He unleashed his cock and Sophia began to suck. She moaned, she played the dumb whore, and all the while found it sad that he seemed to believe it. He held her head down as he came in the back of her throat, holding her there as she struggled to swallow with his cock still there. "Well ok, I think I'll keep you on as my whore" he said as he took the paper and signed it. He handed it over to one of the lawyers who scanned the document and sent it off to become official. "You know? I think I'll be moving, this place is just too small for me now. I think I'm going to start living somewhere else. Oh, would one of you bring my luggage there?" He said as he pointed to Sophia. "I'm making some changes to the Baiae, and I think you'll make an excellent addition to the new lineup." As he left, the two men that had been standing to either side of Sophia picked her up and carried her down to the car. She was flopped into the back of a van before the two security men left. "You know, actually I think I'll go in the morning. But technically this garage is still the casino so it's still my resident right?" Felix acted out for Sophia's benefit, turning to his lawyer who simply nodded his head. "Oh well, no reason to bring my things back upstairs. We'll be back tomorrow, eventually, probably," He said as he shut the doors on Sophia before laughing a self-satisfied laugh. Sophia laid her head down and smiled. A very small man indeed! **** Lea was excited to see Andrea and Megan again. She hadn't talked to Andrea since her phone call, and had barely touched bases with Megan except when Megan invited her to come down for the weekend. She did not want to impose by showing up unannounced but she had begun to quite badly miss them. Her birthday was also that Saturday, October 27th, and she assumed that Megan must have something planned. She was told to bring a costume. She needed to get a costume. She was never very big on dressing up, but she was told they'd be meeting up and maybe going right on to a party so she'd need to arrive already in costume. As her van drove her down, she nervously sat waiting. It had been over three weeks since Andrea called her, and she hadn't heard anything about her since. She didn't know what to expect, she hated not knowing what to expect. But she calmed herself down, whatever might be going on with Andrea she was sure Megan knew what she was doing when she invited her to come in costume. Her doubt however increased as she pulled up onto a quiet residential street lined with townhouses on one side and forested park on the other. No sign that she was in the right place, but Megan had seemed to want to be vague. She got out of the van and started walking to wherever 2229 was. She had gotten changed in the van and had not walked in her boots before, she was surprised how loudly the clicked as she walked along the pavement. She passed someone walking his dog and suddenly began to have doubts about the amount of cleavage she decided to show off. He certainly was checking her out, but he almost seemed as impressed by the outfit itself as by her. She had splurged after all, no cheap drugstore garbage for Lea! The red corset top was made of a kind of synthetic leather that gave it a reflective sheen which blended well with the metal that accented it. Below she wore a blue skirt made of the same leather like material that broke mostly into overlapping strips with pointed metal ends, parting over each leg as she walked. She walked up the stairs and saw a note: Lea, come in. "Hello?" Lea called out as she opened the door, receiving a response from up the stairs. "Last door on the right," came a woman's voice she didn't recognize. As she opened the last door on the right she was.. surprised to say the least. Megan and Andrea were both dressed as prisoners in full orange with white shoes, metal cuffs and chains to complete the authentic look. Beside them a short dark skinned woman stood dressed in.. well.. what a porn set might consider to be a police uniform. Police usually didn't wear bikini shorts or fishnets. The only authentic part seemed to be a very well stocked looking belt with just from what was visible at least two more pairs of cuffs and an electric stun baton. "Oh yes, Wonder Woman, how original. Well at least that looks like some real rope you have there," Zainab said as she slowly walked towards Lea. She held out her hands invitingly to take Lea's hands. "And these are some nice quality too, real metal by the look of things," she said as she lifted up Lea's hands to get a better look at the silver bracelets. She brought them close together as if inspecting them for imperfections. She held both Lea's hands in one hand as her other began to feel around for seams. "You should look at that poster over there," she said as she nodded with her head to one side. When Lea turned away, looking for what she might be talking about, Zainab quickly snapped a pair of cuffs around Lea's wrists. "What the hell?" Lea screamed as she jumped back from this woman she had never met before. "You know being a vigilante is actually a crime.." Zainab said as she walked back towards Megan and Andrea. "So if you like you can think of me as your warden tonight." "You're.. wait.. warden? No I didn't come down here for this!" Lea said as she examined the cuffs which had no safety release and looked like they required a very serious key to open. "Oh where's your sense of fun? Andrea said you like to switch, but if you really aren't into it I guess that third prison outfit is just gonna go to waste," Zainab said as she pointed over to a folded orange garment with another pair of handcuffs on it.. "No, I don't think she's liking this," Andrea said softly as she bent down to Zainab's level. "Hmm, you're right. Well I'm certainly not going to make you. Come here, let me see," Zainab said as she motioned Lea forward. Lea looked around for what else might be waiting for her, but she didn't see anything. She walked over to the orange garment and felt it. Her back was facing the rest of them and so under concealment she grabbed the other pair of cuffs that were on top and hid them in a way that she looked like she was simply holding her own hand. As she walked towards them, Zainab reached over to her night stand to grab the key. With her turned to her side, Lea pushed Zainab onto her bed and in a smooth motion cuffed one of her hands. She used her body to keep her from raising her other arm, and after considerable fighting she was able to bring her cuffed arm over to cuff her second arm as well. "How do you like it?" She said as she got up and looked for where the key may have been flung in the struggle. Zainab flipped over and sat up and simply started laughing. She continued laughing long into when it started to become very confusing for Lea. "Oh, you were so right," Zainab said looking over to Andrea. "You tried to warn me, you said it was a stupid idea. Welp guess we paid the price now huh?" She looked back at Lea. "I'm sorry, I can get carried away sometimes. I had this idea of all four of us, group costume, you all in handcuffs and I'm the warden. I guess I lost my ability to think with a little more common sense." "Who the hell is this?" Lea asked Andrea as she pointed both fingers at the other woman. "That's Zainab. She's Megan's roommate and.. kind of.. my.. girlfriend," Andrea said, becoming a little sheepish at the end. "Girlfriend?" Lea asked, standing in disbelief. "Yes, you will have to excuse her. She still is not so comfortable with that whole title," Zainab said as she began to contort herself to bring her hands in front of her. "She wouldn't even say it to me till just this week on our fourth date. But yes, I am warden and girlfriend, how about you?" She asked as a formality while she stood up and draped her still cuffed arms around Andrea's neck. "I'm.. I'm Lea.. but you probably already knew that, because of the note," Lea said as she searched for something to sit down on but simply leaned up against the wall instead. "Yes of course.. I don't make it a habit to invite total strangers into my father's house and surprise them like that. But how are those fitting?" Zainab asked. "They're ok for cuffs I guess. Why?" "Well, funny story. So when you tackled me I had the only handcuff key in my hand. And.. well.. see that airvent beside the bed?" She said as she looked over with her eyes at a small air conditioning floor vent just beside the nightstand. "Yeah... we're going to go need to find a place open on a Saturday night with a metal printer with a very specific handcuff key on file to go get another key. So.. that's a thing." Lea looked over at the vent. Of course that's what happened. She even managed to smirk at the absurdity. "Oh.. and happy birthday I believe," Zainab added. **** Lea instantly had a dislike for this woman. She tried to be objective about it, the unsolicited cuffing, the blasé attitude about something she was very serious about, but she also knew she wasn't being entirely objective. As the four of them walked out to her van to look for a place to buy a handcuff key, she couldn't help but stare as Zainab whispered and playfully jostled with Andrea. Thinking about it rationally she knew Andrea's phone call, and the questioning behind it, probably wasn't about her even at the time. And that this meetup was probably just a chance to catch up like they hadn't in over a month. But.. in the back of her mind.. irrationally she hoped it was about more than that. For Andrea's sake she tried to be nice, she tried to be chummy, but she often felt any progress in that regard would be largely undone whenever they started acting like a couple again. By the fourth store they were able to find a key that fit their cuffs. Lea unlocked herself first before handing the key to Zainab who unlocked herself before pocketing it, leaving Megan and Andrea still in their prison shackles. "You going to just keep them locked like that?" Lea asked. "It would ruin the group costume we have going on otherwise. Besides, they said you were the one who helped them realize they liked this stuff anyway so who are you to complain?" Zainab said moving to sit between Megan and Andrea, placing an arm around each of them. "So, what's the plan now?" Lea asked, ignoring Zainab's latest rhetorical question. "The plan now is whatever you want. Your friends weren't sure if you'd want a big party or a quiet night, so I planned for either," Zainab explained. "Then if we aren't going to a party why the costumes?" "Well, because we may go to one. And even if we don't, costumes are just more fun than not-costumes wouldn't you say Diana? These two thought it would be fun being locked up in such a way and at about the one time a year when all those boring vanilla people would just accept it as a normal sight. But of course I respect it's also your birthday, so what is it you want?" Zainab asked with a wide lively smile as she continued holding her two "prisoners," one in each arm. Since Lea hadn't known what to expect when she drove down, she had prepared herself for a lot of different ideas of what she might be doing. She had prepared herself to go to some costume house party or even club, she had prepared herself for a quiet night in, she had even prepared in case things wanted to get a little kinky, bringing a bag full of yellow dyed rope. But she hadn't prepared for Zainab. Right at that moment all she wanted to do was wipe that smug smile off Zainab's face. She didn't have a good rational reason for it, she was pretty sure it was just about Andrea. She rationally wanted to be cordial, but she still couldn't help herself from feeling otherwise. "Why don't we just go back to your place for now," she said as she told the van where to go. "So Zainab, where exactly are you from?" Lea asked once they had all returned to the house, hoping some banal conversation could get her on some friendlier terms. "I'm from Surda, it's a small island chain about half way between Oman and India, right on.." Zainab began to say in an uncharacteristically serious and adult voice. "No, I know where it is, so what brought you out here?" Lea asked. "My father is the deputy head of mission at the embassy, it's his fourth posting so I've lived all over. Before this it was Italy, before that Brazil and before that Panama," Zainab replied continuing her business like tone. Bound Friends Pt. 11 Lea was marched down to a waiting van in the lower garage wearing only her glasses and her clear restraints. She was loaded into the back of a van where another woman already sat. The auburn haired girl wore the same clear cuffs with clear wire connecting to a centre ring at both her wrists and ankles. Her ankle's centre ring was clipped onto the floor with a simple spring loaded clip; her wrist's centre ring was held by a hook that retracted into the roof of the van. Soon Lea found herself similarly bound before the staff shut the door leaving the two alone in the van. The driverless van started and drove off with only its bound cargo. The windows seemed heavily tinted, Lea doubted anyone could see in, but she still attempted to cover herself at the first stoplight when she saw pedestrians passing by. It was a short drive, and thankfully half of it seemed to be on a mostly underground highway without any pedestrians to make her nervous. Though she also realized she would likely be a lot more nervous than this in the coming months. She thought about talking to the woman beside her but the she looked even more nervous than she was. They pulled around the back of the hotel complex. It was called The Orion, and it was meant to look like it just landed from some distant world. Glass, milk white and stainless steel all at sharp pointed angles, all accented by colorful lights. The back staff entrance she was using was not nearly as glamorous however, just a typical loading bay. The two sat silently for a few minutes, unable to do anything but sit. Lea could see the woman across from her shaking, which shook Lea's confidence greatly. Eventually men came to release them and lead them down a boring linoleum hallway. She walked beside the other woman, there was no physical leash but two guards did follow behind in case one of them had a last minute change of heart and tried to flee. It certainly crossed Lea's mind but she simply kept walking with the hobbled steps she was capable of making. The two were led into what looked like a small breakroom. There were three other women already seated, also naked and cuffed. Their wrist tether was clipped to the seat, and Lea soon was as well. "Is this all of them then?" a woman asked as she barged in from one of the doors at the other side of the room. "Everyone that's been scheduled at least," one of the guards said. She looked disappointed and mumbled slightly under her breath but loud enough to be heard "well I'll just try and make this many work." She looked something over on the tablet she had with her, seeming to work through some kind of logistics in her head as she went. "Welcome, I understand you're probably reconsidering signing up right about now yes?" she said rhetorically. She was right. "We need you to get those thoughts out of your head right fucking now. That person you were when you signed up? You are no longer that person, until the end of your contracts that person no longer exists. You will not have that person's name, you will not have that person's things, you will not have that person's freedom. The sooner you get that through your head the better this will be for you. That is why you are cuffed, that is why you are naked," The woman rattled off in what she attempted to be tough love, but seemed to be just a touch lacking in love. "My name is Marian Johnson, and I'm here to make sure this resort's transition into sexual entertainment extravagancy goes smoothly. We plan on a soft open this weekend, and all of you need to be on top of your game or it will make the club look bad. And when the club looks bad, I look bad. You don't want to see what I do to people who make me look bad," she said with a domineering tone that made Lea believe that she really didn't want to know. "So I see we have four level eights and one more level nine, which one of you is Lea?" she asked looking down at her tablet. Lea started to raise her hand before remembering it was cuffed to the chair, causing her to eventually just respond by voice. "Well the four of you, we're going to have you working in the main hall. You'll each have a room and it will be your job to show guests to your room and do whatever they want, within the limits of your contract of course. Go down that hallway and one of my men will help get you situated and go over the rules. If I get any complaints from guests, if any of you have attitude, if any of you don't try your hardest to make yourself available, there will be serious consequences. Don't test me, you will lose," She said clinically, and yet with just enough bravado to instill a commanding presence to her words. She looked up and nodded to some of the men standing around. They unhooked the four women and led them out the door Marian had come in from. "So, this just leaves the two of us then," Marian said as she half-sat on the table immediately in front of Lea's chair. "You've signed yourself up for just about anything we might want to dish out. Normally I like to let that kind of change sink in over a few days, but I don't have that kind of time with you. I'm going to be throwing you into the deep end and I need to know you can swim." "I understand," Lea said, judging it to be the safest answer. "Now, tell me a bit about yourself, something that wouldn't necessarily be in the contract. Something I might find important to know.." She said, sounding oddly caring considering the tough speech she just gave. "I'm.. well I'm equipped with a NESIC.. I don't know if that's.." "Well that's good to know, but we don't use those all that much. The remotes are ugly, all look the same and their range is limited. Not to mention they're still on backorder, so not everyone can have one so it can't be system wide. Not to mention that our employees don't have their phones with them so their phone app doesn't work for us. It's good to know, but it's not something I expect I'll make much use of. What else? How about something about you?" Marian said. "I.. um.. well I have some experience with rope. BDSM in general really, top and bottom. I.. I hope this isn't a problem but.. I'm.." Lea continued, hesitating in case this possible bad new would be reason for retribution. "Speak up child, I don't have all day," Marian said. "Well, I'm gay. It didn't really come up earlier, so.." "Well that's unfortunate," Marian said. "There's nothing in your contract about that," she said as she shuffled through Lea's contract on her tablet. "My job here is to get this whole operation up and running for Mr. Olsen. I am short staffed both for level 8s to work the main room and even more short on level 9s who can do some of the more.. specialized work he wants to be a part of this. And I need the people I have motivated and working hard. That's why I'm having this little chat in the first place. I reward and I punish by results. You want your tastes given priority? Impress me. Earn it. Think of it like a ranking, you do well and you move up. You move up and you get better things. Do bad and.. well you're not going to like moving down. Is that understood?" Lea nodded her head. "I want to make it clear, I have a lot of tools to punish failure. A lot. And I have a lot of assignments you wouldn't like nearly as much as others. So you don't have to like what you're doing, but I can basically guarantee I can make things worse for you if you aren't doing a good job. Now the good news is you're only here for a short time, an unusually short time actually, but it is up to you how fast or slow that time is going to seem," she said, somehow managing to impart both caring and threatening tones, usually at the same time. "Are you nearsighted or far?" "Nearsighted," Lea said with a tone of worry as the woman removed her glasses. "Now, you will do everything you are told yes?" Marian said folding up the glasses and putting them on the table. Lea nodded. "Well, I think this ought to help drive home the point. You will go where we tell you, do what we tell you, and so you only need concern yourself with what's in front of you. You are not Lea, you're name is now Leota, and you are property of this casino under my direction is that clear?" She said as she got up from the table and reached down to unfasten Lea's cuffs. "Yes Mistress," Lea said. "And I'm not your mistress, this is not some bedroom game. You will refer to me as Marian," she said as she unhooked Lea's cuffs from the chair. She helped Leota to her feet before she left without another word. Lea stared at her glasses sitting there. She looked around, and as best as she could see no one was there watching her. She thought about reaching out for them, but imagined this must be a test. Lea would reach out for those glasses, but clearly it was expected the Leota would not. Marian could not have been more clear about her position. Instead she simply stared at them. A symbol of her helplessness. A few minutes later someone came back in the room, Lea thought it was Marian but she was just far enough away to be slightly out of focus. "Very good," the voice of Marian said as she started walking into sight. "These are Lea's glasses, is that understood?" Marian said as she grabbed them and put them in a ziplock bag which she promptly handed to an assistant behind her. "Leota does not get glasses because Leota is only here to do what she is told to do is that understood?" she said as she waited for Leota to nod her head. "Good, now follow me, we've got something new for you to try out. Tell me, do you have any metal on you?" "Um.. just my piercings Marian," Lea said. "Quick to learn the proper response, very good Leota," Marian said praisingly. "Now repeat back, who are you? What do you do here?" "My name is Leota, and I do whatever I am told to do. I belong to the casino, Marian," she said, trying to convince herself she could be ok with that answer, trying to convince herself that she could be Leota. As she followed, and her nervousness continued to build, she simply tried repeating to herself "it's for Sophia. You owe her. You can do this." **** Marian handed Leota off to a few nerdy looking men, looking over multiple computers and tampering with the wiring of a tall box beside a long metal plate. She couldn't make out the details, the computers were too far away, but she could feel a sense of tension. Someone came by and replaced all her piercings with hard plastic barbell ones before having her lay down on the metal plate. It was about the size of queen sized bed and as she got closer she saw several smaller plates on top of the metal floor, each with restraints attached to them. One plate covered her lower leg, locking to her at the ankle and below the knee. Another long plate attached to her upper arm, again locking itself in place with two cuffs. There was a larger one around her torso and one along the back of her head that prevented her from turning her head. Each plate had a small cable coming off of it, but she didn't have time to look at them enough to guess at their purpose. "All right, now it's very important that you tell us if anything feels strange ok?" One of the men said. It was the only time any of them had bothered addressing her. She felt the metal plate get lifted up, holding her a few feet off the ground. It felt strange, it seemed like wires were holding her up but she certainly saw there was nothing attached to the roof. Yet she moved around very slightly as she shook, it seemed too unstable to just be a piston lifting her up off the ground. But it also couldn't be the whole floor, the areas of her body not on a plate were left dangling. "Anything yet?" the man repeated. Lea tried shaking her head but found it too difficult with the plate, eventually replying with a verbal no. "How we looking over there Gary?" he said clearly to one of the other technicians. "All green, she's floatin' pretty," he said causing the man beside her to very loudly sigh in relief. Lea then felt her arms and leg move, spreading them both out and then back together. She felt herself move from side to side before the plate holding her head tipped down making her see the room upside down. Once her head was raised up and her limbs returned to their original positions there was a small round of clapping. "Well, we got.. Oh man we've only got 9 minutes till the doors open. Talk about cutting it close. Let her down and lets close everything up," he said checking the time. With that, Lea felt herself lowered back down until she was once again sitting on the metal plate, though it felt slightly warmer than before she was lifted up. "So, it works?" Came Marian's voice shortly after the sound of a door opening. "Excellent, I would hate to leave one of our flagship attractions out of commission for our first night." "Now we only have one pad working, we haven't run the other five through any kinds of tests," he said, starting to make Lea very curious as to what exactly she was strapped into. "Well one pad works out fine for now, cause for now you only have one girl. This is too experimental still, legal says we couldn't put level 8s in here just yet and she's the only spare 9 I got," Marian said before walking into view over Leota. "How did it feel?" "I feel fine, I didn't see any wires though how did you lift me up and move me around?" Leota said, finally deciding to ask for answers. "That metal floor you're on now and those plates strapped to your body, they're both electro-magnets. We flip a switch and they both turn on, both at the same polarity so they push you into the air. With our computers controlling both magnets very exactly we can move them around, treating you I guess like a bit of a 21st century marionette," she explained with just enough exuberance to not seem jaded to this contraption. Lea had no words. She couldn't believe something like this existed, and that it worked! It was enough for her to get lost and forget where she was for a moment. The technicians were busy closing the panels and cleaning up to make it more presentable and Marian had disappeared somewhere as well. It was just Lea looking up at the ceiling lost in thought. Lost that is until she heard the doors open and Marian begin an introduction. Marian began her long introduction just as Lea felt herself get pushed back up into the air. She saw the lights of camera flashes reflected on the ceiling. She at least felt relief they weren't at an angle to get her face. After a small round of clapping they seemed to leave and Lea was once again back on the ground. "Maybe this isn't going to be so bad," she began to think to herself. She was clearly being used as some proof of concept, and she was totally ok with that, especially for such a cool concept. Another group came in, causing the machine to levitate her back into the air. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, it was actually quite physically relaxing. There was just the tiniest bit of give, making it feel like being on a tightly wound hammock. She was bound but comfortable. And with her eyes open, she could only see the roof anyway, so closing them allowed her such better sights. Her mental vacation came to an abrupt end however when she felt the head of a dick, rubbing itself against her spread crotch. Her eyes were wide and darting around but her head couldn't move. She looked to her side and saw Marian who simply pantomimed a smile with her fingers before walking out of view again. This was her first real challenge, she needed to do well. Leota closed her eyes again and began to count to three. She knew she needed to do a good job "selling" how much she was enjoying this, but she needed to build up her mental will a little first. By the time she got to two she felt her whole body move down onto his cock. She tried to pull her arms, as if there were something she could grab to brace herself, but aside from a slight wiggle her arms were firmly trapped. She felt her body move back up again before returning down, burying his rather average but very hard cock deep inside her. Leota moaned at the sensation, realizing that if she couldn't see it, she could picture anyone she wanted at the other end. The magnets picked up their pace, stroking her up and down without him seeming to move at all. He didn't even put his hands on her, he seemed content to just stand there, which Leota was fine with when it helped her better picture a strapon wielding woman at the other end. Her head was forced to tip back, revealing a man in front of her face with his cock out. The thrusting stopped at the next upward thrust. With the pause, the man walked forward and Leota knew she had to open her mouth and accept his cock. He pushed to the back of her mouth but thankfully stopped there. He placed his hands at his side and the movement restarted. It switched Leota between the two dicks, taking one deep in her pussy before the other sat deep at the back of her mouth. The only problem being that her pussy was a good deal deeper than her mouth. So while the first cock never left her pussy even on the upstroke, the cock by her head would be fully removed at every downstroke, making for a very awkward blowjob. She kept her mouth as wide as she could, but at more than one thrust the cock missed her mouth and slid across her cheek. Leota wasn't at all used to the taste of cock. His precum was salty and strange, she couldn't picture how other people could stand it. But she knew she didn't have a choice. She tried sucking as best she could the few times his cock was in her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, trying to extend the period of contact, and act as extra stimulation. But when she felt and tasted his cum spray out she instantly started gagging and coughing. It caused him to make the quick decision to simply coat her face and neck with it instead. With her awkward job complete he seemed content to leave. The first man wasn't far behind. She felt many more people come and go throughout the night. She would sometimes have rests after someone finished, but not always and never for long. Thankfully, mercifully, everyone else seemed to rather desire her pussy to her mouth, since it didn't seem the two could be done simultaneously all that easily yet. Of course they didn't all agree on how to cum, leaving her with drips of cum oozing out of her pussy and small puddles strewn across her upper legs and lower chest. But in her mind, Leota was able to mostly enjoy it. The relaxed floaty feeling was nice, though the plates were beginning to get hot by the end of the night. The fact that she could not see even if she wanted to also meant that she could live in a sweet, sweet world of denial. It required much less acting to sound like she was loving every second of it. Leota even came several times that night. By the time they set her down she fell onto a very hot metal plate. It did not burn but it was certainly unpleasant and as soon as she was off she breathed a sigh of relief. It was only her first night, but as Lea was showered and lead to a communal sleeping area she had to admit it wasn't nearly as bad as she had been preparing herself for. **** "You know.. we really just ought to get you your own key at this point," Zainab said as she met Andrea downstairs to let her into the dorm. "Or at least like a rope ladder down from your window or something..." Andrea responded playfully. "Sometimes I wonder why I even come down here." "Oh you wonder no such thing!" Zainab said as she lightly slapped Andrea's ass. "Besides, your room usually has your roommate's boyfriend making cracks about wanting to watch." "And your room has all the goodies," "Not to mention a roommate who doesn't bat an eye at what those goodies are! And speaking of which, she's already left for her sleep-study, room's ours for the night.." Zainab said tantalizingly as the two walked quickly up to the room. Bound Friends Pt. 11 Andrea couldn't help but smile as the two walked in. She would joke about keys, but it almost felt for real like she was living there sometimes. She didn't have any morning classes, so it was not hard to get to classes back at her campus the next day. And with Megan getting that extra credit for volunteering for that long term graduate study, she was sleeping elsewhere about half the week. Andrea had even begun to leave extra toiletries so she wouldn't have to keep schlepping her shampoo and toothbrush back and forth. The beds weren't big but as she liked to joke about with Zainab, she didn't exactly need much space to share a bed with her. A short joke that usually got her a slap to the tits or a spanking, and so it's been a joke she remembers to keep making. "Oh.. though I got some bad news," Zainab said as she fetched them each a drink. "You still haven't heard from Lea?" Andrea shook her head. "No, not since last week when we saw her at the party. I've tried her phone but it's off. She's hid from us before when she's upset, turtling is kind of her go-to move. And anyway, have you heard any more about Sophia?" "Well, no.. but what I was going to say was that Megan finally got ahold of Lea's brother. He got a voicemail from Lea last Friday afternoon, saying she 'had to go somewhere.' It would have been a few hours after her meeting. She wasn't more specific." Zainab said regretfully, even adding in the air quotes. "Megan did some more digging and it turns out she's dropped out of college too." "Damn, I knew if it didn't work out with Sophia that Lea'd take it hard, but still.. damn. Any more ideas on where to find her?" Andrea said as she took the can from Zainab and had a swig. "Nope, she never gave her brother her new address and nothing's turning up in any searches. You don't think.." Zainab said, trailing off. "No.. no she's probably not done anything like.. I mean she's probably just isolating herself. I don't think we need to worry.. I mean.. actually should we?" Andrea pondered. "But what else could we do?" "Exactly. I don't know her but I'd be worried. Megan said that her brother's on alert now and will call us if he hears from her. but what else can we do?" "Actually.. maybe she went back to her cabin," Andrea wondered aloud. "She has a cabin? Probably then. Do you know the address?" Zainab asked. "I.. huh." Andrea said with a sudden realization. "You know I actually have no idea the address, I only ever went with her and I never paid attention. And it's really middle of nowhere. No that's probably where she is. It's where she went last time things fell apart" "Should we try to find the address?" Zainab asked. "No, I think that it's maybe best that we just let her take her time. She'll probably call when she's feeling up to it," Andrea said with a shrug. "Shit, now you've got me all serious." she said as she playfully punched Zainab's arm. "You realize now I'm going to need some really good distraction show lined up.. How about we finish that season of Trophy Girls" "Uh.. that show's god awful, how did you sit through 6 seasons of it?" "Oh shut it.. I know it's kind of bad. It used to be better.. but now I'm just too invested in the characters to quit." "But the characters are just so stupid!" "Oh come now, if you don't like it you can just tell me how bad a girl I am for watching that drivel when it's over. Now come on only two more episodes left!" Andrea said as she jumped ass first into bed and grabbed the remote. "I'm going to have to bring out the big flogger for that conversation," Zainab said, gazing disparagingly. "Just hurry up would you?" Andrea said with a playful petulance she knew bugged Zainab. "To which part, the show or the flogging after?" Zainab asked as she sat beside Andrea. "Both, I guess," Andrea said with a smile as she started the show. **** For the next several days and nights, that hovering contraption seemed to be Leota's occupation. Each time they seemed to make minor adjustments. She started wearing a gag, clearly they were abandoning the idea of oral sex for the moment, something she was more than fine with. They tried a blindfold on the second day and immediately saw an improvement from Leota. With her blinded, she could picture whatever she wanted, and she found it much easier to act like she was loving every minute because there were a lot more minutes that she was in reality enjoying. They had taken to making her hold dicks in her hands, jerking them off as she was helplessly forced up and down. It was something she did not mind all that much since she couldn't see it, though those handjob people tended to spray her in many more places. That part she wasn't a fan of, but in the grand scheme a little cum in her hair or on her tits was bad but not terrible when she got to shower right after. She would be let down every few hours to let the machine cool down, and it served as time for her to go to the bathroom or eat. But despite the breaks she figured she was probably up there more hours of any given day than not. For about a week that was Leota's life. Communal sleeping area, to communal showers, to that machine back to showers and back to sleep all with a few brief meals squeezed in. She'd be forced to work deep into the wee hours, but it usually meant a late start in the morning would follow. She tried to temper her optimism, but she was starting to go to sleep smiling. Leota did not seem like such a bad person to be. She knew she could do a few months of Leota, and then she'd have Sophia out of her hell for good. But she was trying not to think like that. It was like clockwatching, it made everything go slower. "Good morning Leota," Marian said as she surprised Leota after a late morning shower. "Good morning Marian," she replied. "You know, I was worried about you at first," she said as she continued to read from her tablet. "I don't know why you signed up and I don't care, but the fact that you left out you were gay made me worry you rushed into this without thinking. That might still be the case, but you at least seem to be performing well. How is it going in there?" "It's going well, but I really do need to get there soon, I might have lingered too long in the showers so now I'm maybe running late," Leota said as she started walking past Marian. Marian only put out a hand and stopped her dead in her tracks. "Not so fast, we've got a new level 9 that we are giving a rotation to, so I have something else for you," she said coldly. "When we first met you said something about liking bondage, was that as a sub or domme?" "Both. I think I prefer domme but I can do both, what do you need me to do?" Leota said, perking up with the new topic. "I also said that I tend to hand out assignments based on how you've been doing, you've been doing well so hopefully you'll like this one. I need you to go to room 201 in the main hall, I'll be with you in a little bit to get you settled," she explained before walking away to go flag someone else down and supposedly talk to them as well. Leota hadn't been to the particular room, it was on the second floor above the main hall where most of the other woman worked with all the mostly vanilla guests. The main hall was sweeping and open, with two distinct stories and a wide balcony running around the top floor. Up there the doors were further apart, clearly they were larger rooms. It was still early and so most of the women were standing around waiting for someone to take them back to one of their many small rooms. Leota went up one of the glass tube elevators up to the second floor and eventually found room 201. It took her walking around quite a bit, with her limited vision she had trouble finding the right way to go. When she opened the door she could see it seemed well stocked, which only became more obvious as she walked forward bringing everything into focus. There was a wall full of bondage implements, and several larger structures all with a futuristic bent. A tall skinny cage made of what looked like clear lucite instead of metal, lit from below so the colors traveled up each individual bar separate from all the others. A padded bench made of white leather and stainless steel with clear pvc restraints. Lea didn't know which implement she'd rather be in but she stopped looking and stood at attention when Marian entered the room. "Why aren't you changed yet?" were the first and instantly impatient words to leave her mouth. "Did you think those were laid out for just anyone?" she said as she pointed to the very far corner near the bathroom. Leota had been so distracted she had not even looked that deep into the room. She ran to try and correct her mistake. Laid out was a white leather corset, white sheer stockings that attached to garters on the corset, two white satin opera gloves and a pair of knee high white leather boots. Leota rushed enough she nearly tripped getting dressed. Leota stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. The corset's highly polished, gold colored metal glistened as it caught the bathroom lights. Her pussy was completely exposed, but framed beautifully by the garters and stockings to either side of it. The corset was a little tight, not enough to make breathing too difficult but more than enough to push her breast up into a deceptive level of cleavage. She looked good. She felt good. She felt powerful wearing this. "Ehem," Marian said to snap Leota back to reality. "So, the reason I'm coming in person and not one of my lackies is to make sure you're clear here. I need you to be a bit of a dominatrix, and I need to make sure you can handle it. How many people have you dominated before? "Five.. No, six technically," Leota said after taking some time to count up. "Good. We have a whale coming in, her name's Arianna Novák and she has some very specific requests. She wants to be bound, dominated, objectified, humiliated, fucked and generally treated disparagingly, trapped in this room. She wants this from when she walks in the door a few minutes from now until 10:00 tomorrow morning. She's got very few limits, and they're on a sheet in the top right drawer in the bathroom beside a quick guide to what some of that stuff was that you were busy eyeing when I came in. Think you can do this?" "Yes Marian," Lea said, excited and for some reason deciding a smile and a salute was in order. "And can you do it with sincerity? I need a Mistress Leota, someone serious who commands respect. Do you think you can be that person?" she asked, giving a clear signal with her eyes that humor would be accepted in the next answer. "Yes, I can do this, I will not let you down," Lea said, serious faced but with a hint of glee still creeping in. Being restrained to the metal plates and fucked was fine even bordering on fun, but this.. this was a chance to be a domme again! It had been so long. This seemed almost too good to be true, just about the best conceivable task she could be given! She tried to hide her excitement but wasn't entirely successful. "Well, you have a few minutes still. Get all this giddiness out of your system now. If there's anything you think you need that you don't have, there's a temporary equipment repository over in 213. Now she's spent a few million over the last few years. All the guests from this conference she was responsible for hosting here has brought in nearly half a mill already, and there's still another three days. It's very important that she enjoy her night. Now who are you?" Marian said, somehow finding an even more serious face than before. "I am Mistress Leota, a commanding and serious dominatrix, and I am here to dominate Arianna who will be here shortly." Leota said, puffing up her chest and standing a little taller. She was a little nervous now, but she was able to hide it better than she was her glee earlier. Marian seemed satisfied with that answer, nodding her head and then quickly leaving the room Now that she was alone again, she started to worry about things. After all in real life she'd had a rather concentrated experience but it had been less than a year in actual time, and this woman was probably no novice herself. She needed to get that worry out of her head. She needed to be the confident Mistress Leota. She needed to focus. She decided making a game plan would distract her and get her mind right. She looked around to take stock, trying to decide how best to do this. She developed a quick plan and ran around grabbing a few things, setting a pair of handcuffs between the bed and the bathroom, and finally dashing into the bathroom closing the door. She began looking over the sheet of preferences and limits in the bathroom, finishing just moments before the room's front door opened. "Hello?" came the voice of the woman entering the room. Once the door was closed behind her Leota responded while remaining out of site. "You must be Arianna, correct?" Leota called out from behind the cracked door. "Yes," came the meek reply. "Strip. Leave all your clothes by the door. Then I want you kneel where those handcuffs are, putting them on behind your back. Show me you're a slut worth my time," Leota said, somehow managing to hold herself together long enough to maintain a commanding voice. She could not see Arianna, so when the room went quiet she simply hoped that she hadn't crossed a line already. The next sound she heard was the ratcheting of cuffs. A smile returned. She gave herself to the count of 10, calming herself down and making Arianna wait on the floor, hopefully building up some tension. In the fastest way she could do without slamming the door deep into the wall, Leota swung the door open to see a naked woman looking up at her with her hands behind her back. The woman was beautiful, a skinny delicate looking frame with small pert breasts and bright blond hair tied off in a ponytail. Leota approached slowly, crossing one foot to land directly centred in front of the other, being careful to maintain her imposing demeanor. She held a white stun baton very prominently in one hand and a clear collar in another. She occasionally turned the baton on, causing a blue arc of electricity to jump visibly between its two metal prongs. As she approached she dropped the collar just in front of Arianna but continued to silently walk around her. Arianna shivered as she looked down at the collar but didn't dare raise her head to look at the woman encircling her. She had not expected such a slow start. She found most dommes would rush in, she assumed it was probably a side effect of usually charging by the hour. She was appreciating the buildup, waiting patiently as this woman finished her slow circle. As Leota returned back to the front, she stood straddling the collar and used her baton to force Arianna to look up. She managed to conjure a coy smile as Arianna's blue eyes sat frozen in anticipation of what this woman might be planning. Leota slowly slid the baton down Arianna's body, keeping her eyes locked as she did. Arianna started breathing just a little bit heavier as the metal pins at the end of the baton slid past her pussy and continued on down her legs, stopping only once it reached the collar. "You want this?" Leota said with an intensity that she was surprised she could manage. Arianna silently nodded her head. Leota reached out with her free hand and grabbed Arianna tight by the throat. "You think a little slut like you has earned that yet?" She said, keeping eye contact as she slowly lifted Arianna to her feet by the neck. She seemed frozen, unable to respond, but her labored breathing and intent stare said she liked it. Leota walked her back towards the bed, casing Arianna to basically trip she tried to walk backwards to keep up. As they reached the bed, Leota spun her and threw her face first onto the bed. She zapped her now exposed ass once on each cheek with the baton, causing her to flail her cuffed hands around and let out just a yelp with each assault. Leaota grabbed the collar and climbed up on the bed. She began crawling forward, leaning her weight down on her captive as she went. She placed the edge of her baton near Arianna's face, intimidatingly lighting up blue arcs of electricity just inches from her nose. "Now you will obey or you will be punished. You will not say anything unless I ask you to. Right now.." Leota said as she placed the collar around Arianna's neck, allowing the audible click to be heard as it snapped and locked shut. "You're mine," she said, finishing her sentence once the collar had closed. "I'm going to tie you.. use you... and discard you like the useless whore that you are," she said causing Arianna to gasp at each pause. She lit up the baton one more time before loudly saying "Am I understood?" "Yes... Mistress," came the gasping, soft reply. **** Arianna did not do this frequently, or at least as frequently as she might like, but she had been doing this for years. She ran a branch office of just over 9,400 employees in a field that might just be one of the last remaining bastions of a "boys club." She didn't get there at only 32 by being a pushover. She was almost always dominant, decisive, assertive, even a little scary depending on who you ask. If she didn't, things wouldn't get done on time without her having to essentially live at the office to personally get them done. But.. when she was alone, when she knew it could be anonymous and private, someone her regular life didn't ever interact with, it could be different. There was something she utterly loved about being talked down to, being mistreated, used and discarded. It was satisfying at a primal level. After a long session with a pro-domme, it felt like her batteries were recharged for weeks afterwards. She would never act, or even want to act, submissive or meek anywhere else in her life. If someone tried talking down to her in the office she'd hand him or her their ass on a plate or worse. She had fired a few people on the spot for showing a contemptuous or overly-dismissive attitude when she tried confronting them about other problems they were having with their work. But alone, knowing the rules ahead of time, knowing she was asking to be treated that way at a scheduled time and place, she slipped into that role with ease. The commanding voice to strip and don handcuffs had been enough. Her work mind had powered down. She wasn't Mrs. Novák, chief regional officer; she was just this handcuffed nobody slut named Arianna. When her mistress locked a collar around her neck she quivered. She was hers for the night, she will do everything this young girl orders her to do and she was loving it. Leota tugged on her collar, causing Arianna to flail as best she could to follow off the bed. She was walked around the bed and towards the tall standing cage. The door opened by holding a card up to the lock, which also activated a low white light along all the bars. Arianna stepped up into it and was turned around to face out. With her hands still behind her back, the door would barely have room to close. Leota spread out Arianna's legs as far as they could go, which was barely wider than her shoulders, where the cage had built in ankle cuffs that kept her exactly where she was. Arianna was secured, and so she could do nothing but watch as her Mistress began searching through the stuff beside her to retrieve what she needed. She would not be rushed. When she did return she held two clear bars, they looked like chopsticks with an elastic on one side. She did not give the command, Leota simply opened Arianna's mouth and pulled out her tongue. She slid her tongue between the two bars before connecting a second elastic band to pull the slightly flexible square bars together. It pinned them against her tongue, it was not overly painful but it meant she could not retract her tongue or close her mouth. almost instantly, drool began to slide down the edges of her mouth which she had no way of preventing. Bound Friends Pt. 11 After she disappeared again, Leota returned with a small square platform, a little bit smaller than the floor of the cage but made of the same clear material. She then brought out an adjustable height rod with a rather large prominent dildo at the end of it. She screwed it into the base and moved the base to just in front of the cage. Arianna was already wet with anticipation, the prospect of being impaled by that large dildo which she had no way of keeping away was almost overwhelming. Her eyes were lustful and transfixed. "Oh, oh no this isn't for you," Leota said as she closed the door to the cage. "No, this is simply for me," she said as she positioned and lowered herself over the dildo, letting out a loud low groan as she did. She began to lower and raise herself up and down, riding the slick dildo in plain view and just inches away from Arianna's cage. She locked eyes with Arianna who was breathing heavier and communicating both arousal and desperation in her gaze. Leota was finding her pleading looks immensely satisfying. She found in very little time, and with the help of her fingers, she reached an orgasm she made sure to embellish to heighten the frustration it would surely cause. "Ohh, mmm. Oh, that felt good, that was nice," she taunted as she eased herself off the dildo and lay down on the bed just a few feet beside the cage. The dildo was black and the the signs of it's use were clearly visible and dripping down from it. Arianna looked over at her Mistress who seemed now to be closing her eyes as she relaxed on the bed, basking in her afterglow. She tested to see the movement her arms were capable of, but with the cage so narrow there was no way she could bring her cuffed hands in front of her. All the while, drool continued to fall uncontrollably, making two solid lines down her chest by the inside of each breast. "Rrrhr," Arianna huffed in absolute frustration. It seemed to go ignored so she made another noise, accompanied by a clattering as her handcuffs jangled. This got Leota to open her eyes and stared daggers, daggers that soon froze Arianna and dissuaded her from making a third outburst. "You think you're so important?" Leota said as she got up from her bed. "No, in here you are just a worthless slut is that understood? You will stay there locked all day if that's what I want, what you want doesn't matter. I guess you need to learn that better," she said as she walked over and grabbed a pair of clover style nipple clamps. "Bring your chest forward." Arianna saw the nipple clamps but complied anyway. She murmured when the first one went on, and watched as the chain ran on the outside of the bars just barely able to make it to the other nipple. The cage did not offer a lot of room to begin with, but after Leota shortened the chain with a lock Arianna could no longer pull her chest away from the front door without considerable pain. Leota gave Arianna a condescending pat on the cheek "now you stay quiet while Mistress deals with more important things than you," she said before heading to the bathroom to grab a magazine to read. She couldn't care less which celebrity was caught with some extra baby fat, but she was enjoying the read because she knew how much it was humiliating the girl beside her to be ignored like that. "Do you want that dildo?" Leota suddenly asked after a few minutes of silent and mostly faked reading. Arianna nodded her head rather frantically. "So you like rubber cock invading your holes?" she continued receiving even more head bobbing, enough to fling a line of drool that had been forming. She got up and walked over to grab a gag. "Now, I'm going to have to open the door," she said as she unlocked the cage with a keycard. "This might hurt, but I don't want to hear any complaining is that understood?" she said as she started to crack the door open. At first Arianna tried to lean in, but with her feet locked into place she couldn't follow for long and soon the clamps were pulling painfully on her sore nipples. The left clamp eventually pulled off causing Arianna to breathe in heavily to avoid making any loud sound. Leota manually removed the other clamp before giving both breasts a good slap. She lowered the pole of the dildo before carrying it into place and slowly, seemingly a millimeter at a time, pushed it up into Arianna's waiting pussy. But then the dildo kept pushing in, deeper and deeper until it was nearly hitting her cervix. She stood up on the balls of her feet to relieve the pressure but could tell already the amount of time she could hold it would be limited. Leota removed the two bars from Arianna's tongue, allowing her to wiggle it around and after being pinched for so long. The relief was short lived as she was directed to open her mouth for a penis gag. It was held by a large panel with a narrow but much longer than usual phallus, at least three inches maybe four reaching for the back of her throat. There were more straps Leota hurriedly buckled, making it a full head harness. "There, that ought to keep you happy. After all a slut is happiest when she has the most cocks in her isn't that right?" Leota taunted as she closed the cage door. Arianna just ate it up, pulling on her handcuffs as she set herself back down on her feet pushing the dildo almost impossibly deep. "So have your fun, but I've got some rules. If I just left a slut like you with a cock in you you'd probably just fuck it all day" Leota continued, causing a moan to exist Arianna's gagged mouth as she started to rock up and down on the dildo. "God you're fucking it already, you're so pathetic." Arianna closed her eyes, reveling in the humiliation and abuse. She couldn't tell you why, and frankly she didn't care. But with a dildo resting so deeply inside her she was lost in her own little world. It wouldn't be long before she came as she moved herself up and down on the big dildo. "For the next little while, you can fuck that as much as you want but you aren't allowed to cum unless I say," Leota said which caused sounds of pleading and disappointment to try to form in Arianna's gagged mouth. "Then, at some random time anywhere from ten to thirty minutes from now, I will count down from five. When I reach zero you can cum. No earlier, no later, so you need to be right at the edge the whole time if you hope to be allowed to cum." Getting to the edge of orgasm wouldn't be a problem, after all the teasing she was nearly there already. She just wasn't sure if she could trust herself to not be too tempted. "And if you can't cum on command," Leota added after retrieving a wand vibrator. "Then you're no good as a slut and I'll just have to punish you harshly. But if you can last until I say, then that will only be the first of many orgasms. Is that understood?" Arianna nodded her head frantically fast before returning to fucking the dildo, more slowly this time as she tried to obey her mistress's directive. She heard the whine of a vibrator turn on, as Leota sat up against the foot of the bed watching and bringing the vibrator to her own clit. She moaned an over exaggerated moan, and continued to enjoy the site of watching this woman starved for orgasm watch her freely pleasure herself. They were both in their own way getting quite lost in the moment. **** Leota set the vibrator aside after her second orgasm, breathing heavily and starting to sweat. Not enough sweat to make her take off her corset, after all she loved what it did to her figure and how it made her look. It almost made her breasts look big, it gave her so much confidence. She didn't want to lose it if it could be helped. She looked over at Arianna who was still fucking her dildo, considerably slower than she had been but with desperation in her eyes. "5.." Leota said, causing Arianna to speed up again. "4.. 3.." Leota continued slowly before stopping altogether and walking over towards the bathroom to wash up. A loud gag of protest came from Arianna, but as she was left alone she couldn't deny how much this was working to keep her frantically aroused. She slowed almost to a stop, looking at the bathroom door hoping her Mistress would come back soon and finish counting. When Leota returned from the bathroom, she seemed to ignore her existence entirely, not even glancing in her general direction. Soon she came strutting back, sporting a very large and noticeable purple double dildo strapon. "2.." Leota said, causing Arianna to rush into a frantic pace. She thought she would start from 5 again, she thought she'd have more time. This would be tough. "1.." Leota said with a longer pause than she had used. Arianna was close and was looking desperately into Leota's eyes, hoping this could finally be the time. "0.. cum now!" she said as she grabbed the cage. With only the smallest of delays, Arianna stopped rocking and began to shake. She began to scream into her gag as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. When she seemed to be through she collapsed forward onto the front of the cage. She started to moan in discomfort and lifted herself up with her toes. "Oh, does my little whore want a rest from straddling that cock?" Lea said in a condescending tone. Nevertheless Arianna responded by nodding her head and let out a "mmuhurm" from behind her gag. Leota pushed her back so that she wasn't leaning against the door as it opened. She clipped a small leash to her collar and held it tight before lowering the pole and releasing her ankles. Arianna stumbled forward like a newborn calf who hadn't quite mastered this whole "legs" thing just yet. If not for Leota there were three separate occasions when she would have fallen as she was guided the short distance over to the padded bench. It bent at a sharp angle, but the white leather was soft to the touch and well padded below. She was bent over it and watched as Lea secured her leash with a simple knot to the base of the bench. She disappeared from sight, but Arianna could feel her as she attached white leather cuffs to each ankle and thigh. Arianna could feel her legs being spread apart, and at that angle no longer touched the ground. With the thigh cuffs tightened, she could also do nothing to close her legs to shield her very exposed ass and pussy. Arianna expected to feel the two dildos probing at her back entrances, but instead felt her cuffs being undone. Leota was examining them, she had maybe left them on longer than she should have. There were marks from her times in the cage, and she worried if those would come out by tomorrow morning or not. She decided the safer way to restrain her arms would be with an armbinder. She slid the sheath up Arianna's arms, who seemed very cooperative in the endeavor. She began tightening the laces expecting at any moment to feel resistance, but the arms kept moving closer and closer with no strong signs of strain. "Imf durbple jhoinded" Arianna tried to say as her elbows began to touch. Leota finished by tying off the laces, now pulled as tight as the armbinder goes, and bucked a strap around the shoulders to keep it in place. Leota took a moment to back up and simply enjoy the sight. A sight made better as Arianna began to invitingly and suggestively shake her ass. Arianna was startled to feel a long line of pain as Leota brought down a cane across her ass. "I never gave you permission to talk slut," Leota said before landing another blow. Three more came after, each separating themselves from the previous hit by just about an inch. The welts that were forming almost looked like she simply sat on a metal grate for too long. Leota lubed up her dildos, slightly redundant given the low-friction coating and how wet Arianna's pussy surely was, but she didn't want to take chances on her ass. As she approached she had more lube in her hand and began to spread it on Arianna's very exposed asshole. The attention caused her captive to jostle around more, moaning loudly as Lea inserted one finger to make sure there was some inside as well as outside. Arianna was breathing heavy by the time she felt the two tips press against her. They went in slowly at first, causing her to moan and pull her legs against her bindings. She felt the base of the strapon pressed against her, filling her with the entirety of both dildos. Hands grabbed her hips and Leota started thrusting, causing Arianna's toes to curl and to flip around as the pleasure began to quickly build toward another orgasm. "Well aren't you a slutty little thing, you like having all three of your holes filled at once?" Leota taunted as she began to pick up the pace. Arianna tried responding, but while it sounded like an agreement, it was utterly unintelligible. "I bet you'd really love to cum wouldn't you?" Leota continued, followed by even more frantic but only slightly more clearly understood sounds. Leota cracked a smile and picked up the pace, using her grip on Arianna's hips for more leverage. Arianna tried to fight it, but the feelings were so strong that she eventually began to shake, holding herself back for a short time as she tried to plead with her Mistress to let her cum. But the permission was never given and soon despite herself she came hard. "Oh could my greedy slut not wait," Leota said after Arianna seemed to come down from her high. Arianna almost jumped as she felt the edge of a magic wand rest against her clit. "Well, I think it's time to make you metaphorically smoke the whole pack," Leota said, turning on the vibrator before once again beginning her rhythmic pounding. Leota watched in delight as her bound captive writhed around in absolute pleasure and helplessness. Her legs were held firm, her collar was keeping her bent forward, and her arms had been swallowed by the single sleeve armbinder. She brought her captive to another orgasm, and then another, this time without any rest between them. The secondary vibrations and the feel of the strapon rubbing against her were starting to finally inch Leota closer to an orgasm and she didn't want to stop for anything. After the final thrust before she climaxed, Leota was gasping for air and went to go cool off by lying on the bed. She watched as the vibrator continued its assault on the surely sensitive by now clit. She smiled at the prospect of leaving her like that for hours, surely she'd go mad by the end of the night. But that would be passive and easy. Leota thought she should be a bit more active. "But, I guess don't need to get active right away," she thought as she rested her head on a pillow making sure to have a view of her tormented captive. **** Leota turned to a clock and saw it was getting close to dinner time. Normally she would have had to go to a common dining room where meals were being provided by the casino, somehow she doubted that was the case this time. She had turned off the vibe a bit ago, but was so enjoying the view of Arianna's bound ass bent over that she hadn't had the heart to untie her yet. As she got up, the sound made Arianna dart her head to try to see. It wasn't possible from her angle of course, but Arianna still tried. Leota began to scan around, nothing seemed to be in the room beyond some typical mini-bar fare. She walked back to the bathroom to use the phone in there without alerting Arianna. "Andromeda Club Service Desk, how may I help you?" came the voice on the other line as Leota, not knowing what else to do, dialed zero. "Hi, this is.. well I work for the club and I'm assigned in room 201 right now. What should I be doing about.. food," Leota stammered out quietly. "Just order off the menu, it'll be charged to the guest and be brought up right away," he replied quickly. "And.. it's on a plate?" Leota asked, suddenly struck with an idea. "I'm supposed to be degrading this guest, is there any way that could be served in.. some I guess dog bowls or something?" There was a quick pause and sound of typing. "Sorry, that's not something we've put in place yet, but it seems we do have some bowls in the auxiliary storage room. Just walk over to get them and I'll instruct room service to put one serving in a bowl when they get there and to fill the other one with water. Will that do?" "That should be fine," she said as a grin began to cross her face. With that she hung up the phone and returned to Arianna who seemed to be very anxious to see what was happening behind her. "How are you feeling? Anything in pain?" "Nro Mishtrush" Arianna said through the gargle of the gag as she shook her head no. Leota unfastened Arianna's leash from the bench before freeing her feet. When she landed on solid ground again, she seemed woozy but not clumsy like she had been after the cage. She leaned into Leota's chest, nuzzling it as Leota put her arms round her. Arianna could hear her Mistress's heart race and felt her breasts held up so prominently and forcefully by the corset. It felt good, but Leota eventually backed up to break the embrace. "Come on now, we've got something to pick up," she said with Arianna's leash still very much in her hand. Arianna followed behind but began to pull back, trying to plant her feet as they began approaching the door. Leota walked back to her and began to hug her again "don't worry, nothing's going to happen to you, you're safe with me." Arianna looked up with pleading eyes. She seemed scared, and so Leota decided that it was perhaps time for a different tone. "Slut, you don't have a choice," she said forcefully as she broke the hug. "You and your worthless body belong to me. Now are you going to follow me or am I going to have to punish you for being disobedient?" Arianna looked over at the cage and the padded bench and then back at her Mistress. She was shaking but she slowly put one foot in front of the other. She needed to obey her Mistress, and this was clearly what she wanted. The second story balcony was only slightly cooler than the room, but thankfully seemed deserted. 213 was all the way at the other edge of the hall, and so there was a lot of ground to cover. It was why the still nervous Arianna began to follow closely and on the inside of Leota. The faster they can get to where they're going the less time she would have to spend on the balcony. Shortly before the corner, the door to room 209 opened and out walked a couple whose eyes seemed to go wide when she saw the two walking towards them. "My God, Mrs. Novák? Arianna is that you?" The woman said in an absolute stunned voice. "I knew you liked women but.." she started to continue before Arianna began shouting through her gag. Not a word was making it out intact, but the volume was enough to get her colleague to be quiet. "Are you ok?" the guy beside the woman asked. With that, Arianna kicked Leota hard in the back of the knee. It took her by such surprise she nearly fell over, she only cushioned her fall by letting go of the leash and using her hands to stabilize. Arianna quickly ran over to them and shouted a bit more before turning around with her back to her friends and head on with Leota. The couple seemed confused until one of them started unbuckling the gag harness, which got Arianna to respond with a few quick grunts in the affirmative. Once it was out Arianna didn't even take another breath before saying loudly "help me, that bitch is crazy!" Lea was now very confused. She was trying to be this woman's mistress, she had been told that's who she was supposed to be and that this is what she wanted. That's what she acted like she wanted. In her stun she didn't do anything as the large man rushed over and grabbed her by the hands. "What.. I.." was all she could manage before the woman took the gag and shoved it into Lea's mouth. She tightened the main line but did not bother yet with the rest of the harness and instead returned to Arianna. "How do you like it?" she asked angrily. Bound Friends Pt. 12 The Stories of Bound Friends Part 12 - Sophia and the Giving of Thanks Sophia sat kneeling in the bedroom of a villa suite. She wore her slave collar, her wrists were in shackles behind her and attached by an extra chain to the back of her collar. Her legs were in another set of shackles that were held by a retracted hook to the floor. The switch for the hook was on the wall, no way for her to reach it and free her legs. She wore no clothes, shiny metal studs adorned her nippls and clit, and she was blindfolded. She knew the mixed prospects of being lent out to a guest full time, given there were almost no restrictions to what a guest could do to her. The did not tell her how long it would be, but had hinted it would be multiple days. And she was getting so tired of fighting. She was always under lock and key somewhere. She was worked from when they woke her to when she was permitted to sleep with only brief breaks for food. She slept usually in slave's quarters and had some time ago lost track of the day. She hadn't thought at first that it was important, but it was simply another thing that was being used to wear her down. She knew it must still be November, but that was the best she could offer. She had also never been allowed to take off her slave collar, it was becoming as much a part of her body as her fingers or toes. And that large iron disk that hung from it had at first been a nuisance, but now it taunted her. It reminded her with every step, every jerk, every movement that shook it that she was just as the disk said, a slave. She didn't want that to define the ways she saw herself, but she was also so tiring of fighting against it. She heard the front door unlock and at least two people walk in. "Will there be anything else?" came the voice of a young man from out in the main room. She didn't hear a response, only the sound of the front door closing. She now only had to wait before the guest, or more likely guests considering there were two beds, walked back to the bedroom. She heard the double doors open and knew it was her cue, the cameras were always on and the system was always watching. "Hello, this slave's name is Savina. Please feel free to use me however you wish," she said with a meek but eager tone that she had been mercilessly trained to give. She had barely finished before she felt someone down on their knees hugging her. She was very confused but tried not to show it. "It's ok," she heard from the cracking female voice of of the person hugging her. When she pulled back from the hug, Sophia felt her blindfold lifted, showing her the smiling, shivering face of Andrea. She blinked a few times, worrying that it was perhaps finally happening, that her mind was losing its battle against this insanity that surrounded her. Worrying that her friend was simply the first of many hallucinations. But it all seemed real no matter how unexpected. "Oh my God! Andrea! I... It's so.. wow you're really here! It's so good to see you!" she said as she helplessly knelt there unable to reciprocate the hug in any way but lean her head on Andrea's shoulder. Zainab found the switch that raised the hook from the floor before walking around the two of them to unfasten Sophia's chain from her collar. After freeing Sophia's ankle chain from the floor, Zainab began to help Sophia up and onto one of the beds where she could more easily move her hands to her front. "So, you're the ones that I'm rented out to for the next few days?" Sophia finally asked once she had finished with her hands. "Yes, Sophia I'd.." Andrea began before being interrupted. "Please.. no.. sorry. There's cameras," Sophia said quietly. "My name is Savina, I know its wierd but please breaking character gets me in trouble.. and.. well, hurt.. and I.. I don't" "It's ok.. Savina," Andrea said with some hesitation. "We know there are some limits we have to live around and this is just one of them I guess. Megan will be by later tonight, she's just going to be taking a later train cause of her classes." "So, um who's the friend?" Savina asked. "That's Zainab, she's the one that was able to pull this all together," Andrea explained. "Right, Lea said something about you had a girlfriend now. Good to meet you and I just.. seriously I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am to see you all here and not someone else. I.. they never tell me much so I was bracing for just about anything, but this is SO much better than anything I could have imagined! Thank you," Savina said visibly working to hold back tears and beginning to fail in that task. Andrea returned to hugging her friend who was at least this time able to hug back as she draped her shackled hands over Andrea's head. "Now," Zainab cautiously interrupted. "There is a catch. They told me you can only be hired out if I use you daily in some kind of a sexual capacity, they said what kind was up to me but.. if I don't do that they say they'll have to take you back. Something about not wanting to chance violating your contract. So.. well.. I don't have an answer to that actually..." Savina broke off the hug and went to kneel at Zainab s feet. Her eyes were downcast as she repeated one of the many replies she was expected to say in such a situation. "This slave will be happy to do whatever her owner wishes." Zainab was caught off guard, she didn't know what to say next and looked across at Andrea for suggestions and found none. "I... I'll just have to think of something then." "You know what really pleases her?" Andrea said sarcastically, doing everything short of a wink to let her true intention be known. "She loves letting slaves.. enjoy themselves. Yeah, that's it. She umm, she finds the slaves are more fun when they really like what they are doing. Isn't that right Zainab?" "Oh, ooooh, right. Yes, slave.. so tell me what would you most want? Tell us what would really turn you on Soph.. I mean Savina. Because I would enjoy watching you enjoy yourself.." Zainab said as she clued in to Andrea's idea. "Well.." Savina said as she started to cover herself, curling into a ball. "I wouldn't mind something to cover up with.." "Oh yes.." Andrea said as she got up and darted for the bathroom. "Nothing sexier than a woman in a bathrobe right Zee?" She came back quickly and helped her friend to get it around her, despite her cuffed hands. Savina sat at the edge of one of the beds, gripping the edges of the robe and looked across from where the other two sat. She tried to steady herself, but the two smiling sympathetic faces were too much. She began to cry tears of pure frustration, or possibly relief, whatever it was it was overwhelming her and causing her to cry quite heavily. Andrea moved over to the other bed , allowing her to be a lap to fall on as the tears continued to flow. Andrea tried her best to be reassuring, but it seemed this was simply a long, frustrating time coming. There was nothing her words could add or detract. The best she could do is pat her friend on the back and make no mention of anything else. Zainab was perhaps the most lost. She had never actually met Sophia, or Savina that is. This was her doing, but she didn't want to presume to get in the way. They had nearly a lifetime of friendship, Zainab had only met Andrea two months ago. She would do whatever Andrea felt would be best, but right now Andrea wasn't sending any signals of what that might be. So for now she sat there and waited. Bound Friends Pt. 12 "Yeah, Zainab's back at the room with Sophia.. who we're supposed to call Savina by the way." "That's going to take some getting used to, how's she doing?" "Not great," Andrea said, now in total seriousness. "But I think that's maybe the best that can be expected. It's sounded like she doesn't get much time off so hopefully this'll help with that." "Well, no time to lose, can't wait to get up there," Megan said starting to lead the way before remembering she didn't know which way to go. "Yeah.. well I think there is actually some time to lose. You know about some of those restrictions?" Andrea said in an increasingly hushed tone. "Yeah? So what does that.. oh," Megan said before getting it halfway through. "Right, Zainab's up there right now.. ironing that stuff out for the night. She said she'll text when she's through." "So.. we're not joining her?" Megan asked, matching Andrea's soft tone. "No, this way we don't have to go through all that! Zainab was going to.. Oh. Did you.. want to be involved?" Andrea asked as she decided they might as well take a seat while they talked this out. Megan nodded with several small but fast and eager movements. "What has been up with you? Are you missing this stuff that much? It seems like every week you're trying harder and harder to join in. And I mean there was that time last week.." "I thought you said not to bring it up again," Megan said moving in close. "Well I'm sorry, but what you did was a little weird. Not to mention super reckless!" "That doesn't stop you from mentioning it," Megan quipped. "While it bears mentioning again. I mean what if Zainab changed her mind and we went out that night without stopping off at the room? You'd have been trapped in that leather hogtie of your own making for hours! And you chained yourself like that to the bed, what if there was a fire or something?" Andrea said in what could best be described as a whisper-yell. "That's why I sent that text, to see if you were coming back before I did any of that." "Look, do you like Zainab? I feel like I deserve to know." "No, no, nothing like that. Look, I've just.. I don't know. It's stressful alright! I got all this work and all this pressure.. and so maybe that's.. well that's maybe.. maybe it's like an outlet you know? I can't consciously explain the urge. I don't know why, I've just really been having this urge and it's been getting stronger ok? So just.." Megan prattled on, looking around nervously like she was whispering away state secrets. "Shh shh, it's ok" Andrea eventually said as Megan's rant began to trail into a stream of unintelligible word soup. She leaned in and hugged her, patting her on the back as she did. "Look, we'll maybe figure something out, ok?" "Of course, of course." Megan said as she returned the hug. "So what do you think Zainab's got Sophia in by now?" "Actually, I told Zainab not to take the lead." Andrea said. "Well, that should be interesting for Sophia.. oh right I mean Savina." Bound Friends Pt. 12 "This might be Zainab paying, but I'm pretty sure this idea was yours wasn't it?" Sophia asked as she rubbed her arm up and down Andrea's side. Andrea nodded. "I know I've said it a lot already, but thank you." When Zainab emerged, once again dressed in jeans and a shirt, Megan was following behind having been laced into an armbinder. Zainab helped Megan to the couch before sitting herself across from Andrea. "Well let's get this merry bunch of freaks some food eh?" Bound Friends Pt. 13 Part 13 - Lea and the Unexpected Companion "Alright Leota, are you almost finished?" Marian asked as she barged into the hotel room Lea had been staying and working in the past few days. Lea looked up from her computer wearing only a bathrobe, nervous about how to respond. She knew that as soon as she was finished with her project she had the remainder of her two week sentence to return to. "Well, can we start printing collars or not?" Marian continued. "Sure.. I guess the hardware's finished. The company was working on wearable controls already to try to have them ready for the holidays, so that wasn't that hard to match the hardware to the looks of the collars you use here and elsewhere. I've been working hard.. I just don't know about how.. it'll all.. I think I need some more time," Lea explained. "Well.. see there's the problem," Marian said in a look of disappointment. "That's a lie, you've been wasting a lot of today," she said as she tapped around on her tablet. "The system picked up that you've not been working much the last few hours. So either you're going purposely slow, or you already finished but didn't want to tell me.. If you had been honest and offered some explanation that might have been something I could excuse.." "Please, no, I'm sorry I can explain!" Lea said as she dropped to her knees. "I.. I got it ready earlier today but I started panicking about going back out there. I mean I'm sure there's got to be some software side you need me to work on right? I mean.." "We have lots of techs ourselves, and I had them look at what you had before I came in here. They said they should be able to have them up and running system wide by tomorrow. I just wanted to hear from you if there was anything more that needed to happen first." Marian said, causing Lea to nervously swallow. "Now, I have the printers lined up to start producing, is there any reason I shouldn't tell them to start?" Lea looked down and shook her head. "I'm sorry, please, I'll do anything you want!" "That's what your contract says you'll do, yes. And the policy is, we always follow through on any matters of discipline. That way everyone knows there is no talking their way out. In fact that lie you just told has added another two days to your sentence. So be cooperative, and I'll make sure you get one of the first collars printed up today. That should hopefully make your time down there a little more bearable yes?" Marian asked rhetorically. "Now are you going to go cooperatively or do I need to have you escorted?" "I'm sorry, I'll be good I promise." "Good girl Leota. Now go clean up if you need, then head back down there and we'll be by shortly with a new collar." Marian said "Right away Marian," Leota said as she ran back to the bathroom for a quick shower. She wanted desperately to take her time but made herself hurry, fearing she might be on some kind of clock. She walked briskly back towards the dungeon, once again in her collar and hugging the walls of closely through the maze of staff hallways to keep all the signs visible and not get lost. Back here, everything looked the same. All of it just a maze of florescent lighting, cream walls and cheap white linoleum. She came out the back staff entrance of the dungeon and poked her head out hoping to be seen and be directed somewhere. "Good, right on time," one of the staff members dressed as a guard said as he rushed towards her. He however kept walking past Leota to meet someone else standing back by the door. "And you must be Leota right?" the someone else said from behind her. "Hi, I'm Trevor, I've got this collar to try out on ya, see if it all works. If it does I've got a lot of work to do the next few days," he said as he reached around to put this new collar on after the guard took the old one off. "It'll just be a moment then I can send you back out there.." "Take your time," Leota joked as she otherwise stood cooperatively still. "Give me your hands," the guard said as he held out two long white half cylinders. They were just over a foot long and selectively hollowed out with padding on the inside. Leota frowned as she recognized the devices, extending her right arm while Trevor still fiddled with her collar and his computer. Her arms sat most of the way into the cylinder, bringing her hand into a fist around a padded bar. When the top half was clicked into place with the bottom, the guard inserted a plug to inflate the padding to give cushion and ensure a tight fit. From the outside it looked like her hand was replaced by a long mostly featureless white plastic cylinder that went up not quite half way up her forearm. There were metal indentations near the base to let it attach to things. It prevented her from moving her fingers or even bending her wrists. Soon a matching one was put onto her left hand rendering her hands totally useless. Leota let out a grunt as her NESIC slowly spun to life. She felt it run up in strength and then back down until it was off again. "I take it you felt it?" Trevor asked. Leota nodded her head. "Alright, so I'll leave it up to you or the guests how high it should go, the collar's got these three touch buttons on the side of the collar there. I think the new chips should start coming tomorrow and otherwise it looks like only one of the other girls here has one already. Why don't you get this one situated and then I'll come back with the other collar to show you what to do with the other one," Trevor explained to the guard as he nudged Leota forward by the small of her back. The guard grabbed Leota by the chin and looked into her eyes. "You've been away a few days now, and I am sure you must have been doing some important work to get that break, so I will give you a single choice as a reward. Would you rather be gagged, or ungagged?" "Gagged sir," Leota said after a brief moment to consider. She knew her mouth may get sore, but she decided she would rather have something to bite down on than have a slightly more rested jaw. She looked at what he might pick and was glad to see a clear plastic bit attached to a clear plastic head harness. Unlike the tube or ring gags it was also rather good at convincing guests to use someone else's throat, a chance she was hoping for when she made her decision. She opened obediently and let him fasten the straps around her bald head. There would be drool, but that was something she could live with. Once he was done, he held her gently by the back of the neck and began leading her out into the public area. She had barely walked ten steps before she could feel eyes turning towards her. He walked her to one of the platforms that stood about a foot off the ground and helped her down to a kneel. There were two small indentations about two feet apart. Leota helped as much as she could as he fed the cylinders that encapsulated her arms into the indentations. It held her arms just outside of shoulder length apart and melded to the floor. He reached over and turned on her NESIC before slapping her on the cheek and leaving. Leota swayed around and moaned. Her position made her keep her arms as they were, making both kneeling and standing bent over awkward to maintain. Laying down was just physically not possible. But right now what Leota wanted more than the ability to lay down was some more stimulation. She had a little, enough to get her worked up, but not enough to get her close to cumming. "Well aren't you a randy little slave?" a man asked, finally drawing Leota's attention. Leota couldn't help but nod. She jostled around, wishing there was something she could rub against. She didn't like admitting it, but this small change made the entire experience different. She tried to watch as the guest disappeared behind her, knowing he was probably going to grab something to use on her. He signaled his return with a hard strike across Leota's back with a single tail whip. Leota screamed into her gag as she bit down. But the sting brought with it a smile, something she didn't expect and something she felt embarrassed but thrilled about. Her minor masochistic tendencies were lit up by the feelings coming from between her legs. When another hit landed, her cry seemed almost more a moan than a scream. "Oh, you like that?" came the man's deep voice as he whipped her back again. This time though there was not as much pleasure, much more pain. He seemed to pick up the pace, causing her to start to fidget and pull at her restraints. She wasn't enjoying this any more as he continued to verbally taunt her in his deep voice. "Something the matter slave?" A woman asked as she stepped into view. "Doesn't look like you'll be going anywhere, why are you struggling so hard?" The whippings stopped as she stepped up to the platform. She was older but still in great shape. Her face had the odd imperfection and wrinkle, but her deep greyish blue eyes were hypnotizing. Her brown hair was neat and tied behind her in a bun. Leota began to breath heavy as she desperately wanted this woman to touch her over-teased sex. Leota felt hands from behind her on her hips, helping her to her feet. It was awkward to stand with her hands still planted in the ground. She felt a cock, presumably from the man who had been whipping her, sliding deep into her cunt. The woman seemed content to watch as he picked up the pace. Leota began to moan and scream, imagining this woman she was staring at was actually the one behind all this. She found it so much more enjoyable, she closed her eyes to immerse herself in the fantasy. She felt herself approaching orgasm, moaning and grunting loudly as her NESIC enhanced the sensations. Moments before she could finish however, she felt the man behind her stop. He let out a deep grunt as he came, ending things just shy of enough for Leota. She opened her eyes and was sad to see that the woman was gone. She tried to look around, but she could not turn much and anything more than a few feet away began to get hazy. She saw the man leave, zipping up his pants and walking out. She spread her legs trying to get more comfortable, but with her chip still running all she wanted was for that woman to return and stroke her now very desperate pussy. Bound Friends Pt. 13 She grabbed his hand and pulled his index finger up to the collar he still wore. Using his finger she turned up her own chip, bringing her back to the edge of orgasm before making his finger press the circle button. She grabbed tightly to his hand as she rocketed over the edge, cumming in a satisfying ending which also seemed to turn her chip off after it was through. She let go of him and took her own time to catch her breath. Bound Friends Pt. 13 "Hey, I just felt a shock," Leota said, hoping it was just a malfunction. "Sorry, should have warned you, struggle too much and it is programmed to shock you. Just comply and you should be fine." Marian said, as she examined how the whole package fit together. Leota's head was just past the edge of the main body, but a plank had been extended for her head to rest on. Her legs were well spread, and her pussy lay just at the edge of the machine. "Run through the rest of the test," she called out to one of the techs. Suddenly Leota felt the board her head was resting on fold down, causing her head to begin to fall before she realized it was gone. She felt and heard more things move as drawers at the side of the platform opened and closed. The drawers were large but currently empty as they tested everything. The head platform raised back up, before the whole device began to move around. It seemed able to move in all directions and spin, something that was not nearly as disorienting as she thought it might be. Out of the corner of her eye she saw two of the techs, one man one woman, kneel down and attempt to push the machine manually. They seemed to be straining heavily and yet the platform did not move. Shortly after they left, Leota felt her legs released from the machine and she instantly placed them down on the ground in front of her. She watched helplessly as the bar began tilting up, lifting her back to a sitting position. When she tried pulling away however she found the bar was still very much attached to the machine, which gave her a mild shock for what it interpreted as a struggle. A few moments passed silently as she sat at attention, she was about to say something but was interrupted by another robotic command. "Stand," was all it said. Leota tried once again to stand and this time found it had released her. Once on her feet she noticed the tether to her collar was still attached and so she simply stood, waiting for further instruction. "Now was any of that painful? I mean other than the shocks of course.." One of the techs asked. Leota shook her head which seemed to give the people some relief. "There is one more part to all this," Marian said as she walked up and put a hand on Leota's shoulder. For some people this may be too much, but frankly your choice is to try or to go back to the dungeon. Of course remember, I reward obedience and those who prove to be valuable. I need someone to do this and I'd prefer someone marked like you," she said as she tapped on the SLAVE tattoo on Leota's forehead. "I also know you wear glasses, did you ever wear contacts?" she asked. "Yes, I did for a few years before going back to glasses." "Well, you're going back to contacts again for a little while. Except these are blackout contacts. You won't be able to see anything while you are paired with the Meshbot. I'm also going to be putting some plugs in your ears. They'll have little speakers so you can hear, but it will only tell you what the machine wants to tell you. Which will not happen often. You will be, for all real intents and purposes, mostly deaf and fully blind. Now, contacts are a little hard to do if you don't cooperate, so I'll give you this chance to back out if you want, the dungeon is still an option." Leota shook her head. She wasn't sure this would be much better, but on principle she wanted to be cooperative. She knew good assignments are given to good workers, and she desperately did not want to stay with bad assignments her whole time here. "Good, well then I shall leave you in capable hands," Marian said as she looked up and back at everyone. Leota watched briefly as Marian left before she saw someone else walk into sight with a pale white contact lens on his finger. "Kind of eerie look'n huh? It'll be like you have no pupil at all," he said as he made sure she got a close look. Leota swallowed nervously as she watched him gently get the lense into place. She blinked frantically to get it situated and found it disorienting to have lost sight. She took a deep breath and then opened her other eye wide to watch as the last shreds of light were eclipsed before once again blinking to get it situated. When she had been blind in the dungeon it was a blindfold, she had always felt it, it was always an explanation, a reason why opening her eyes did nothing. Now there was no such reminder and she suddenly felt very alone. She tried walking away but felt the pull from the tether. She even tried pulling hard but the machine may as well have been welded to the floor. It at least seemed to be off and didn't zap her for her momentary panic. "You going to be ok?" the man said as he put both hands on her arms. It was calming. The touch seemed to be enough. She knew the ears would be next and she nodded her head telling them she was ready. They felt strange going in, a little slimy even. Pressure stayed in place as the slime seemed to harden somewhat, once she couldn't feel any more moisture the pressure removed but the plugs seemed firmly in place. "Testing, testing nod if you can hear" came a voice through the speakers. The sound quality was tinny, but it came through clear enough and she nodded her head. "Good, now once I turn this on, the shock will start happening again if you struggle or resist. That will also include talking when you shouldn't be. So just follow what it tells you and try to act nice and helpless for the guests." With that, silence. She had a laugh to herself at the warning, "act." She didn't feel she needed to really act that much, she already felt pretty damn helpless. She waited for what seemed like an overly long time. The staff were putting finishing touches on, and filling the empty drawers with an assortment of toys, but Leota was oblivious to all of that. She simply stood waiting for a command to finally come. "Forward," came the cold metallic voice of the machine through her earpiece. Leota simply began to dutifully follow as the machine rode out of the room with her close in tow. Bound Friends Pt. 14 "Come on, I bet one phone call and we could get be in the Bahamas by dinner," Andrea said as she sat and watched Zainab pack. "And as tempting as that is, you made me promise that I wouldn't let you talk us out of going up to Megan's place for Christmas," she said without even breaking her stride. "Come on, I bet we'd have so much more fun on a sandy beach, warm sun, bikinis.." Andrea replied. "I'm sure it could be more fun, but you were really clear. I'm not going to let you get cold feet and talk us out of it. This is why I suggested we record you being firm, so I can just play you back to you. I had offered we all go to Surda, there are plenty of warm beaches there. But no, you said you'd rather go back to your hometown with Megan, and I'm coming with you and that's that. Besides, now I've bought all this cold weather clothing.." "You don't need to bring all of it," Andrea sneared, interrupting Zainab who gave her a brief but dirty look. "What? I'm just saying that you're bringing a suitcase bigger than you! We're going to Pennsylvania, not the North Pole." "Well.. I don't know! DC is the coldest place I've ever lived and you say it's even colder up there. I mean I was away that week last winter when we got snow." "Yeah, I still kind of can't believe you've never seen snow. I mean there's not any snow up there now, but I still find it amazing you've just never seen it," Andrea teased. "Well.. you've never seen.. shut up. Are you used to people strutting around in shorts in January?" "Actually you'd be surprised how many still wear shorts when there's snow on the ground." "Well those people are stupid and weird and.. stupid," she said as she attempted to close her oversized suitcase, finally getting it on the third try. "All right, there, all packed. We've got about half an hour till Megan's back from her.. whatever it is. The car I rented should be here soon. What should we do now?" "We could get a taxi and be on the next flight to some sunny beach," Andrea said energetically. "Or we could.. not," she said as she sulked back down onto a chair. "I know, you're right, I'm sorry. I'm just getting some last minute nervousness. I haven't been back since.. well since summer, and I haven't talked to Megan's parents since back then either. But Megan wants me to be there, so.. I guess.. thanks for coming with me.. and for making me go.. even though you're totally being no fun right now.." Andrea continued, trailing off by the end. "Don't worry, I've already rented a room at a motel. You and I can be there while Megan can be at her parent's house. And if she wants to join us it does have two beds. And also, if you think it's only coats and sweaters in there, then you don't know me very well.." Zainab said as she tapped her giant suitcase. "Does that mean everything fun is already packed away?" Andrea asked with a grin. "Of course not, I'm only bringing one suitcase," Zainab replied as she walked over to the chair Andrea was sitting on. She sat down on Andrea's thighs and moved in for a kiss. "You know, we might just have time if we're quick.." Zainab whispered before being interrupted by the buzz of Andrea's phone. "Oh look at that, a text from Megan. 'Done early, be there soon.' You set the mood just so she'd ruin it didn't you?" Andrea asked rhetorically. Seconds later Zainab's phone buzzed from inside her pocket. She grabbed to take it out and see that the car she ordered had just arrived in the parking lot. "You're some kind of witch aren't you?" Andrea joked. "Yes, but I'm clearly not a very good one," Zainab said before kissing Andrea a second time. "You alright Megan? You look nervous.. I mean even for you, you look tense," Andrea finally asked as they started descending down the last mountain path before they reached the town. "Yeah.. it's maybe a little possible there's something I didn't tell you two," she nervously said as she looked over at her friends. "How possible?" Zainab asked with a raised eyebrow. "There's definitely something I didn't tell you two.." Megan said before looking down. "Um.. well.. I never actually confirmed that we're invited to Christmas.. I mean I kind of assume but that.. but exams were crazy and then I just never got around to asking so.. that might be a thing," she said, nervously twitching her fingers. "You what?" Andrea exclaimed as she sat up at attention. "I came because you said you wanted me there, but they don't even know that we're coming? I mean.. what do I even say about Zainab?" "Well, look I can just be 'the roommate' if that will help," Zainab offered. "No, that's.. that's not what the problem would be," Megan explained. "Oh.. is it maybe better I don't know what you're talking about right now? Because judging from the street we just turned onto I'm guessing we're almost to your house." "Yeah, just follow our lead and we'll let you know how much you need to dial things back," Andrea said as she held Zainab's hand reassuringly. "Well, here it goes," Megan said as the three of them got out of the car and walked up to the house. It was crisp and chilly but the ground was free of snow. Megan walked up and after a little bit of psyching herself up, rang the bell. "You are so going to pay for this later," Zainab whispered to Andrea who did her best to ignore it. "Megan? Oh it's so good to see you," Megan's mom Heather said as she opened the door. "Oh I'm so glad, but I thought you were going to be going off somewhere with your roommate? And this must be her, Megan's told me so much about you," she said as she stepped outside to hug Zainab. "And of course Andrea, always welcome. But please it's getting cold, come in!" "Yeah I kind of got busy and realize I didn't really call ahead. I guess I didn't.. I mean It's not a problem that I'm here right?" Megan asked as they all came in and began to take their shoes off. "Well.. not right now anyway. We didn't think you were coming so we don't have anywhere for you or your friends to sleep," Heather said as she walked back toward the living room. "We've got ourselves a place to stay already," Andrea replied cheerfully. "Oh, it's so great to hear you've made up with your parents!" Heather sighed. Zainab looked at Andrea confused. "No, actually we just got a room at a motel.. two beds," Zainab replied. "Oh.. my mistake. Well that might be small but I think a lot more room than you'd get around here," Heather said as they all turned the corner into the very full living room. The room got very quiet, it was more than a little unnerving even with the friendly mood that hung in the air. "So, I know none of us were expecting her, but it looks like we'll have a few more come to join us. Of course most of you all should know Megan's friend Andrea, and this person with them is her college roommate. Her name's Zainab, she's originally from Surda but I guess she decided to come and join us here," Heather said to the crowd of relatives and their spouses. "What's a matter they don't have phones anymore?" Megan's father Thomas joked as he went in for a hug. "Hi Dad.. Sorry just with finals it just slipped my mind," Megan replied as she returned the hug. "Oh, are those grades up yet," he asked with a smile. "Uh.. I don't think all of them," Megan replied sheepishly. "None of us expect perfect dear, you don't have to look so dower," Heather said as she chimed into the conversation. "Sorry, about that. It's just Alison got hers in a few hours ago, 3.8 so it's just a bit on my mind," Thomas said. "You've had a very difficult transition and we're proud of you no matter what," Heather said in a motherly voice. "But where are my manners, can I get anyone anything to drink? Dinner will still be another half hour" **** "Ugh.. finally some peace," Zainab said as she closed the door behind her. It had been a few hours of casual socializing after a long drawn out meal and she was thankful for having found an opportunity to slip away with Andrea. "Talk about stiffs.. I think Megan may actually be the laid back one.." "Sorry.. I knew it would be.. well.. thanks for lasting as long as you did. I owe you," Andrea said before kissing Zainab on the top of the head. "So.. about this whole 'you owe me' thing.." Zainab snickered. "How much more of this is there?" "Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, then there's the day of, then.. well I could maybe be talked into leaving after that "Can I hold you to that?" Zainab said as she pressed herself against Andrea. "Mmm you can hold me however you'd like Mistress," Andrea said as she draped her arms over Zainab's shoulders. "I don't know if you noticed, I was able to slip away for a bit earlier," Zainab said cryptically. "We're checked in to the motel already, you think you can call it a night yet?" "I'll just say a quick goodbye and then I think I can." Zainab stretched up to give Andrea a light kiss. She spun Andrea around and leaned her head on Andrea's back shoulder. "Just a quick goodbye you said?" Zainab whispered in her ear. Andrea nodded and then felt her arms being pulled behind her. Before she realized what was happening, Zainab had encased her wrists in a pair of ziptie cuffs. Andrea pulled and struggled as she started breathing heavily. "So is it still going to be possible for you to say goodbye like this?" Zainab asked as she spun Andrea back around. "Oh, yes Mistress," she said eagerly as she looked into Zainab's eyes. She began walking out only once Zainab started guiding her. They both walked down the hallway and poked out around the entrance to the living room. "So, we were thinking of going to check in soon. Maybe call it an early night." "Oh, ok. Well we will still see you tomorrow right?" Heather asked as she turned to face them. "Of course, we'll see you then. Thanks for the lovely meal," Zainab said cordially. After it seemed clear that everyone had returned to what they were doing Andrea and Zainab backed up and headed for the door. Zainab slipped into her shoes but simply grabbed Andrea's, shuffling her outside in just her socks. As the two rounded the garage, putting them cautiously out of sight of any window, Zainab pushed Andrea up against trunk of their car. Andrea set her hands down on the cold metal, bracing herself as Zainab began to slowly work her way down with her hands. As they reached her hips, Zainab pulled herself close and whispered in Andrea's ear "I've been thinking all day about what to do with you." Andrea shivered and bit her lower lip. She watched helplessly as Zainab reached her hands around and began to unfasten the buttons of her pants. She felt the cold metal against her ass cheeks as Zainab pulled down her slacks without protest. Zainab's finger quickly found her clit through her black cotton panties and began to rub it, eliciting a groan from Andrea. But after very little attention, Zainab remove her finger and pulled Andrea's panties down as well, helping her step out of both articles of clothing. "I know it's dark, but what if someone sees?" Andrea asked trepidatiously. "Then we're just going to have to act quickly," she said as she opened up the trunk. She threw Andrea's clothes before turning her around. Zainab held her from behind, under her shirt and sweater. The touch calmed Andrea, allowing her to nod her head "yes Mistress." With that, Zainab smiled. She unhooked Andrea's bra as her hands slid down. She grabbing hold of Andrea's top before quickly pulling it and her bra up and over her head, leaving it attached only at the arms. The cold air bit down on Andrea's exposed flesh, making her nipples hard as the metal studs helped to bring in the cold. Andrea felt another zip tie pulled around her arm just above her elbow, well above her clothes. She heard a click as her lower cuff was cut and her clothes removed from her arm before Zainab quickly replaced it with another zip tie. Andrea now stood in only stocks, facing out towards the neighborhood. She suddenly felt very self-conscious. She turned around and looked at Zainab to try to communicate her anxiety. "Don't worry, I'm putting all your clothes right in here nice and safe," Zainab said as she stuffed the last of Andrea's clothing in a small backpack. She then produced a lock to seal it shut. "That's the good news. The bad news is, the key to that lock is already at the hotel room." "Wha.. how.. how am I getting into the room?" Andrea said, crouching down to shield herself as a sudden cold gust of wind hit her back. "Don't worry, I've got a solution," Zainab said as she turned around and opened up her suitcase. It was empty, suddenly making it clear to Andrea why she had checked in early. "So should I just... oh.. wow, I walked in at the really wrong time," Megan said as she rounded the corner and saw in full view Andrea bound and naked. "Ok.. well that makes sense. 'Early night,' I get it now," she said despondently. "I'm sorry," Andrea said as she hid herself behind Zainab. "Do you want us to come back in? After we get to the hotel and I can change and come back." "No, no you do your thing. I'll see you tomorrow," Megan said as she backed up and walked away. "So.. where were we?" Zainab asked as she turned back to face Andrea. "I believe I was to get into the bag?" Andrea said. "Almost," Zainab said as she sat Andrea down at the edge of the trunk. She bent down to remove Andrea's socks and attached a zip tie at Andrea's ankles and above her knees. Zainab then helped position the bag so that Andrea could simply "fall" back into it, with a controlled fall of course. Andrea scooted up to get her ass over the edge and into the suitcase. She then bent her legs up into a ball, just barely fitting in. She swallowed nervously, watching Zainab's wicked grin as she slowly closed the lid on the suitcase, closing Andrea off from the world. She felt a jostle as the trunk closed and soon felt the car pull away, all in total helpless darkness. **** The car puttered along as Andrea struggled in her confined surroundings. The zip tie at her knees was a little too tight for her liking, but with her hands so securely behind her there was nothing she could do about it. She simply did her best to keep from banging her head along the soft lining every time there was a turn. When the car stopped she waited anxiously. She could hear the trunk open and heard Zainab struggle to move the large suitcase. "Uh.. I didn't think this part through," came Zainab's muffled voice. "Ugh.. you are much heavier than my clothes," she said as she began inching the suitcase up over the lip of the trunk. Andrea spread out, bracing herself as best she could as she began to tip to make it over. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply not thinking about the fall that would have to be made to get her on the ground. Instead she felt the suitcase slide back into the trunk with a bit of a thump. Andrea tried to listen but couldn't hear anything, she had not even heard the trunk close, and cool air was beginning to seep in through the zipper. At least that answered how airtight things were. "An it's jus the one?" Andrea heard from a male voice that seemed to be approaching. "Yeah.. just if you wouldn't mind helping me with this one that's all I need," Zainab could be heard faintly saying. Andrea felt sudden tugs on the suitcase, bringing her back up to an angle over the trunk lip. "If ya can't lift it, maybe it's best we open'er up 'cause you're gonna just keep having the problem aren't ya? Divide the thing up in ta two loads and ye'll be set," he said as he began to unzip the suitcase. Andrea froze as she saw the cracks of light peering in. "No, no.. it's just.. Just bring it into the room. I'll deal with splitting it wide open when I'm in there."Zainab said as someone began to push down at the top of the suitcase to prevent it from being opened. "Suit yourself," the man said. Andrea watched in relief as the zipper shut again. A relief that was short lived however as she once again felt the suitcase moving, this time being lifted up and set onto the ground with more than a bit of a thud. Andrea was now right side up and no longer on her side, but she felt now that any movement might tip the bag over. "Thanks, I think I can take it from here," Zainab said before the suitcase started to get wheeled away. It went up a slight ramp and then over a bump before Andrea heard the sound of a door closing. Andrea was tipped back down to her side before she saw the zipper open up again. As the other half swung open, Andrea looked up and saw Zainab grinning a stupid grin as she towered over her. "Certainly not how I expected to make it to the room," Andrea joked as she tried to stretch her legs out. "Ahh, shit.." Zainab said as she noticed the very deep indentations left in Andrea's legs and the general discoloration below the knee. "Another thing I didn't count on," she said as she ran to get a pair of scissors to cut the zip ties around her knee and ankle. "Oh damn.. oww oww oww.." Andrea began to moan as the blood rushed back to her legs and causing pins and needles everywhere below where the tie had been. "Here, here let me help," Zainab said as she grabbed Andrea and helped her up. She leaned heavily on Zainab as the two made it over to the bed. Andrea flopped down on her side as Zainab began to feel up and down Andrea's arms. "Everything good?" Zainab asked, causing Andrea to nod her head. Zainab crawled into bed behind Andrea before pulling Andrea up between her own legs. Andrea's head rested on Zainab's shoulder as Zainab's arms rested around Andrea. "I'm sorry about that, I should have thought it through.." "But I still loved it Mistress.. certainly more exciting than just walking in," Andrea said, moving her head a bit to look Zainab in face. "Yeah, but I messed up and hurt you," Zainab lamented. "You hurt me all the time though, and we both know we both enjoy it." Andrea said leaning back down and beginning to feel around with her bound hands. She bent herself a little to find Zainab's crotch and began to lightly rub it as best she could. "Yes.. when I mean to do it," Zainab said as her hands began to feel around Andrea's body. "Mmm.. If I want to hurt you," she said before slapping Andrea hard on the stomach while another hand twisted her nipple. "That's pain I intend," "Zee.. seriously I'm fine, just a little banged up," Andrea said in a more serious tone. "This was still such a thrill, I felt so utterly powerless in there," she said returning to her more playful tone and leaning her head against Zainab's shoulder again. "I was just my Mistress's possession." "And what a possession," Zainab said as one of her hands slid down to Andrea's clit. She began to slowly rub, causing Andrea to shutter and jostle at the sensation. "And now, I've got all night to play with my possession. She isn't going anywhere," Zainab whispered tantalizingly. "Mmm, does your possession get to cum at all tonight?" Andrea asked. "Oh I think so, but not for a while still," Zainab said with a devious grin. "Possessions only cum when they make themselves useful." **** The next morning, as Andrea and Zainab drove back to Megan's house they saw their friend leaning up against the garage door with her eyes closed.. The electric car they rode in was practically silent and so it came as a sudden surprise to Megan when she heard car doors opening. "Hey, you alright?" Andrea asked as she got out. "I just needed a break.. I'm fine, I just needed some air," Megan said waving her hand. "I..." she began before losing her train of thought. "So should we.." Andrea said as she motioned towards the door. "Aunt Martha's here," Megan said. "She didn't think I'd be here so she decided to come out and.. it's made things kind of uncomfortable. She is not pulling any punches about anything.." Bound Friends Pt. 14 "I would imagine.." Andrea said before deciding to rest herself against the garage door too. "Well you two look like you've gone from indifferent to outright distressed," Zainab said as she sat on the hood of the car. "And here I thought time went slow yesterday." "Look, if you want to go somewhere else," Andrea knee-jerkingly responded. "Well do you?" Zainab asked. "Do I what?" Andrea replied. "Do you two want to go somewhere else?" Zainab said as she stood back up. "I mean if it's so bad in there you need to come out into the freezing cold to feel comfortable," "This isn't that cold," Andrea replied teasingly. "Into the freezing cold.." Zainab repeated as she squinted her eyes. "Well then maybe wouldn't it be better if you just had the holiday somewhere else entirely?" "But.. what about.. church tomorrow?" Megan said. "No.. no we'd just get stared at there too. It's a small town, people talk. Only thing worse than judgy extended family is judgy strangers.." "That doesn't mean we can just leave, I mean with your family and all aren't we kind of expected to be here?" Andrea asked Megan "I mean.. that what you're supposed to do right? Be with your families for the holidays?" "What'ya mean 'expected?' They didn't even know we were coming!" Zainab exclaimed "And Andrea, I'm sure I could say the same about you being with your family," "Watch it," Andrea said as she put up a finger to Zainab. "Sorry, didn't mean to hit a soft spot, but if we weren't expected to be here, and you don't feel very welcome, than I say screw it! Make your own tradition. Lets go somewhere you wanna go." Megan looked over at Andrea as the two seemed to silently talk it out. "Ok fine. Give me some time to say goodbye and to pack, you two go get whatever of yours is left at the motel." "Alright, sounds like a plan." Andrea said as she joined Zainab in racing towards the car. "Bet you feel kinda silly unpacking that giant suitcase now that we were only here for the one night." "Oh not to worry, that's why I never go anywhere without my little slave to do all the tedious crap I just don't wanna be bothered to do." Zainab said with a wicked grin as the car backed out of the driveway. "Come on, I got my stuff and now your stuff too?" Andrea huffed. "Well that's five lashings already for complaining, you want any more or are you going to cooperate?" "Oh but Mistress.. that might make us late for Megan." Andrea suggestively whispered. "Keep up that attitude and we just might.. This will take as much time as your Mistress decides it will take. And now it's 10 lashings" She whispered softly as she leaned in causing Andrea to quiver. "Yes Mistress..." **** "Are you sure you have to go? It's really no trouble that you came home unexpectedly," Heather said as she stood in the doorway watching her daughter pack. "No, I'm sure mom," Megan said as she continued to look through her old room. "Say, where were those boxes I used to have in here? The ones with my old notebooks?" "Oh those, I put them down in the basement when you moved out," Heather said before leading the way to the stairs. The two walked down the creaky stairway to the unfinished basement. Megan almost forgot how cold it got down there in the winter and immediately started feeling it. She looked around and found a box that looked familiar, smiling as she saw a pile of her old notebooks and journals. "Do you need anything else?" Heather asked while Megan began to skim through one book in particular. "No.. no mom I'm good." "Oh.. I know you are sweetie." She said as she moved in for a motherly hug. "I know you're more than good, you're all grown up and you can do anything you want cause whatever you do I know you'll be amazing at it," she said continuing the long hug. "Thanks mom" Megan said pensively. "Oh I know you're getting too old for me to dote on you like this, I'm sure it's embarrassing but it's not getting any easier on me you know watching my children grow up into such successful, wonderful adults who just don't need their mother any more. And now you've got the whole world out there is just yours for the taking." Megan blushed and waited for the hug to end before returning to her notebook. Heather did eventually get the message and walked back upstairs. Megan smiled as she took a picture of the page she needed with her phone before returning everything to the box and rushing back upstairs. "Hey you almost ready to go?" Andrea asked, startling Megan as she came back up the stairs. "Sorry, didn't even know you were here." "Oh, just got here, I haven't been waiting or anything," Andrea said as she kicked off her shoes. "I'll just be another sec, you say goodbye and I'll meet you in the car." Megan said as she grabbed the final few things she needed and rolled her suitcase out to the car. Zainab sat patiently in the back as Megan put her bag in the trunk. Andrea came out soon after and got into the back with Zainab, giving Megan the front. "So, now that we're here, now what?" Andrea asked as she saw Megan typing something into the GPS while reading her phone. "I figure we go and try to find some answers. Lea hasn't been answering any one of us and if she's held up in her cabin again I say we try to knock a little Christmas cheer her way. I wrote down the cabin's address a while back and I say it's maybe time to go back there. That ok with you?" Megan said as she turned to look at Andrea. Andrea was pensive but seemed interested. "And how do we know if this is just a wild goose chase?" "Well.. no we don't have any real way to know that now," Megan admitted. "But I say we stop at a store on the way up, get some food for a holiday feast and hope for the best. I mean, where else would she be?" **** "We finally there yet?" Zainab asked as she impatiently watched the dusk covered forest go by. "This is so boring!" "Actually, I think so," Andrea said as she recognized the last turn onto the driveway. She sat up waiting for the last turn up and over the hill at the end of the long driveway that finally brought the cabin into view. "Well that's not promising," Megan said as the car came to a stop. "No car." The three silently got out and walked up the creaky stairs to the front door. The lights were out, the door was locked. Megan spun and leaned herself against the door in sullen defeat. Andrea silently started walking away and around the house to get towards the laundry room door. She still saw no signs of life, but hoped the keypad would let them in regardless. She typed in Lea's master code 6478. When the green light went off she smiled and opened the door. "Hey, I got it open over here," she called out, waiting for the other two to come join her. They walked in and turned on the lights. They knocked and then entered the master bedroom. It was in the same pristine shape it was in all those months ago when they left it. It was clear without doubt to the girls that Lea and her messy standards had probably not been back. "Lea?" Megan called out. "I'll just double check upstairs," she said before dashing for the nearest hidden stairway and typing in Lea's code. "Well.. what do we do now?" Zainab asked once she was alone with Andrea. "This was a long ride, it's already dark and I don't know where else you might want to go." "Yeah, you're right. We got food and beds and.. stuff" Andrea said as she slowly walked over to the master bed. "Man this is a nice bedframe.. almost like it was.." "Like it was made for bondage?" Andrea interrupted, flicking one of the metal hinges built into the frame. "Huh, that's impressive. I know you said Lea was the one who introduced you but this is some serious hardware to invest in.." Zainab said as she ran her finger along the solid wood frame. "Zee.. if this impresses you then boy do I have some surprises in store!" **** Megan sat back, resting on her hands and looking around the attic. Before everyone had left all those months ago, they had at least put everything back to where it had been. All the bondage furniture once again sat opposite the cells just as it had been for most of the summer she had spent here. Even some of the animal crates that had been on the porch were put up here instead of the shed. She turned her head as she heard someone coming up the stairs. "Hey.. I take it no luck up here?" Andrea asked as she slowly ascended the stairs. "No, it was a long shot anyways but I don't see anything to suggest Lea's been here," Megan said as she turned back to take in the panorama. "You know, almost a small part of me misses it, kind of strange to say because of how everything went down. No, but things were.." "Hellish? Painful? Dehumanizing?" Andrea asked as she knelt down beside her friend. "Yeah.. I was going to say simple but you're just as right, I guess I'm just making myself forget those parts some." Megan said as she looked over at Andrea. "Well, I started giving Zainab a tour and when she heard sauna she kind of didn't want to hear anything else just yet. She's down there waiting for it to heat up, I just came to see if you wanted to join us?" "Yeah.. that'd be nice." Megan said as she decided to get up. The two began walking down the stairs as Andrea began removing her shirt. The two stripped and walked out to the hallway. The inside of the sauna was warmer but clearly still warming up. Zainab sat naked in the far corner with only a towel under her. Megan sat at the opposite corner from Zainab while Andrea sat beside Zainab. Zainab bent down and grabbed Andrea's ankles, scooting her closer and draping her legs up and over Zainab's lap. She slowly ran her fingers up and down Andrea's legs as she settled back into a comfortable position. Megan blushed and curled herself up, hugging her legs and resting her head on her knees. Zainab slid her other arm around Andrea's shoulders pulling her body in close for a kiss. As she allowed Andrea to straighten back up, she bent in, moving her other hand and her mouth up to Andrea's pierced nipple. She began to moan as Zainab began to lightly nipple. "I'm.. I'm gonna go unpack the car," Megan said, awkwardly getting up to go to the door. "I'm sorry," Zainab cried back as she let Andrea go entirely. "I got carried away, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or chase you off." "No.. it's.. I mean the food should really be put in the fridge anyway," Megan said as she turned back to look at them. "Really, I'm the one that convinced you two to come out this way, I might as well take the bags in, maybe start preparing it since it'll just be the three of us," she said before walking through the door and leaving the two alone. "Now, where were we?" Zainab asked as her hand returned to Andrea's leg. **** "Hmm, that was good," Zainab sighed as she set her fork down and leaned back. "Thanks, glad you liked it," Megan said. "And I gotta say, it's not nearly as weird to be back as I thought it'd be." Andrea said as she leaned back a bit as well. "I got to say as an outsider, I don't know why you'd stop coming here. Sure it's a bit of a drive but there's something kind of peaceful about being this far away from everything. I don't know if I personally could stand it for too many days but in small doses it seems like it would be nice," Zainab mused as she looked around the large open living room. "Well.. there's just this whole history," Andrea quietly admitted. "Yeah, it is too bad your friend wasn't here. I do feel bad now for getting off on such a bad foot with her. I'm sure this must have been where you all played around? Certainly private enough." "Well you haven't even seen most of it. You went right to the sauna, then right to the tub and then here," Andrea said. "Megan, you want to come show Zainab the upstairs?" "That's a reaction that could be worth seeing," Megan said as she shrugged her shoulders. The three got up from the table and walked over to the door near the kitchen. Andrea typed in the code and then led the way upstairs. As Zainab walked up her face went wide. It was perhaps the most dumbfounded Andrea had ever seen her. "You.." Zainab stammered. "You had all this and you only found out you liked this stuff this year? I mean those are metal cells built into the wall, it looks.. is that hooked into the plumbing?" "You know how I said Lea was good with computers? Well she bought this place with the money she got from selling a program she made. It came like this cause the guy who built it was.. well he must have really been into all this," Andrea said as she walked backwards into the center of the room. Zainab felt along the padded leather bench as she walked toward Andrea. She opened up one of the cell doors that was a little bit ajar and walked inside. "So, what are these dildos on the wall?" she asked as she flicked the phallus. "Well, it's got sensors," Andrea said as she walked inside. "You suck it and then it squirts out some water and nutrients. Like that powdered meal replacement kind of stuff." "And the door opens with a code I assume," Zainab said as she walked up to the door and began to swing it along its hinges. "Yeah.. you just hit the code and it opens back up." Zainab reached over to the cell beside hers and typed in the master code, causing a green light to flash and the door to unlock. She smiled, closed the door to her own cell and then typed in the numbers. Their own green light came on and the door swung open without resistance before she closed it again. "So did you spend much time in these?" Zainab asked as she stood back up. "Yep, spent nights and sometimes most of the day up here, all four of us did," Megan said as she leaned up against the door of the cell. "Then how did you.. I assume you didn't know the combination or it's not much of a jail cell. How did all four of you not have a way to get out?" Zainab asked. "Well Lea programmed something to integrate all the house functions. Lea would just speak a command and it would happen. Like she'd say 'Hannah, don't let the jail doors open for 12 hours,' it would just happen.." Andrea explained. "Locking doors," came a cold disembodied voice over the speakers. "Halt! Halt!" Andrea and Megan both instantly started screaming. "I am already in safemode," Hannah emotionlessly explained. "Then, can you open the door?" Andrea asked as Megan leaned against the door. "I can, but due to a specific command coded into my programming, opening the door now would contact the police and you would be responsible for making a false call." Hannah explained. "Would someone please explain what the hell is happening?" Zaina asked as she looked around confused. "It's.. just the program Lea made.. I don't know why.." Andrea began to explain before the adrenaline began to wear off. Her hands began to shake and she had to sit down to stop the world from spinning all around her. "Andrea! Stay with me here," Zainab said as she knelt down in front of Andrea, trying and failing to regain her attention. "I.. I got.." Megan began to say before simply stumbling down the stairs and out to the kitchen. "Andrea, what is this? Who is Hannah?" Zainab asked. "I.. no I can't." "Well how about we just type in the code, I'll pay the fine or whatever.." Zainab said as she tried reaching through the bars. "NO! No!.. you can't do that.. that would make it public record and.. no.. never.. just please don't," Andrea desperately pleaded. "Look, I'm right here. We apparently aren't going anywhere, take whatever time you need but I want to know what's going on here," Zainab said as she slid back and leaned against the bars at the opposite side of Andrea. Andrea slowly, caught her breath. Tears were beginning to fill her eyes. She looked up and saw Zainab silently and patiently waiting. She lunged forward, collapsing into Zainab's lap and allowing herself to lose all composure to become a fitful crying mess. "Promise.." Andrea said into Zainab's thigh. "Promise this won't change how you see me," she stammered between the tears and the sniffling. "I can't say that, everything new changes how we see things. But I can say that whatever you tell me, whatever has been haunting you, I'll listen, I won't judge you and I'll help you get through it," Zainab said as she stroked Andrea's hair. After a long pause, Andrea turned her head to look up at Zainab. "It started last spring I guess, when Lea went into hiding up here.." **** Megan was breathing heavy, leaning up against the bedroom wall. She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. Her mind was racing too fast for anything rational it to keep up with. But breathing in.. and breathing out.. she could focus on that. She pictured an arrow, red and inflated, rising with the breath in. She pictured it turning blue and shriveling to half its size, falling down as she breathed out. Eventually she calmed. She returned to the moment. "Hannah, have you been running this whole time?" she asked up into the ceiling. "Yes, I was never shut down only put into safemode. I can only do what I am directly instructed and nothing more," Hannah replied. "But you can't open the cell doors?" Megan asked. "I am sorry, but a part of my program requires that once locked, any attempt to unlock them should result in calling the police. I can not contradict that," Hannah explained. "Great," Megan mumbled to herself. "Those two are stuck there till tomorrow or we're stuck with a several hundred dollar fine, and a public record. Add more damn fuel to the fire.. people would love to hear what those little degenerates did on Christmas Eve...Fuck." Megan got up and limped slowly towards the master bedroom to go lay down. She stared up at the ceiling, letting her mind once again begin to race. She frowned and got up, lumbering towards the door to go check on how the two captives were holding up. She heard murmuring as she opened the door and decided to call out rather than risk disturbing something private. "Hey.. you ok up there?" "Fine," Zainab shouted back. "I can't get the door open without it calling the cops, do you two..." "No we're fine we just need some time alone," Zainab said much more insistently this time. "Ok.. I'll maybe go to bed early then.. leave you two for the night.." Megan called back before leaving and closing the door. She walked over and leaned against the footboard of the bed, gripping it tightly. She looked up and out of the corner of her eye caught Zainab's oversized suitcase. She looked back at the door before deciding to go over and open it. She smiled as she opened it up, seeing Zainab's leather bondage straps. Megan grabbed the lot of them and put them up on the bed, seeing wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, a collar and at least six other straps of various sizes. As she ran her fingers along the leather she knew what she was going to do with her night. She looked back at the suitcase and found the ziplock with lots of keyed alike locks before closing the suitcase back up. She took the straps and the locks back to the nearest guest room and began to strip. She unlocked each of the locks before taking the key and throwing it outside. It landed in the grass between the balcony and the paved area. It was already night, there is no way she could easily find it before morning. She however closed the door quickly as the cold air rushed in. The small breeze was enough to make her pierced nipples stand proudly up She closed the door to the hallway and then approached the bed with glee. She sat down and strapped each leather cuff around her ankle, before slipping a small lock into each prong's eyelet, insuring she couldn't back out. She ran her hands back up her legs and began to massage her clit. Bound Friends Pt. 14 She decided to look for something more. Opening the closet she caught almost instantly a long leather hood. It had an opening around her mouth, and holes at the nostrils, but nothing else. It wasn't a perfect match for Zainab's leather but with it on she wouldn't see the difference. She also grabbed a short chain to serve as a hobble before she threw them both on the bed. Megan walked back to the bed, slowly feeling the leather of each wrist cuff before putting on and locking them on. Next she took a skinny leather belt and wrapped it around her waist, locking it closed. She took the small chain and locked it on to each ankle cuff, giving her only about six inches of a hobble. She slid herself up onto the bed and began to writhe around, the feeling of cuffs locked on, the restriction of her legs, it all felt so wonderful. "Hannah, with you in safemode, that means you must obey every command you're given correct?" Megan asked looking up at the ceiling. "That is correct. I can not make any decision on my own," Hannah's voice replied. "So if I told you to do something, and then changed my mind later, you would have to obey?" she asked. "That is correct. I can not make any decision on my own." "Well that won't do.." Megan mumbled to herself. She slowly shuffled back to the closet to look for a solution that would leave her helpless till morning. "Hannah, do you know where the shock collars are?" "They are all in the storage room in the shed." "Shit.." Megan said as she looked down at her cuffed legs. She slowly moved out to the living room to minimize her time outside. She braced herself as she neared the glass door. The moment she opened it she moved into high gear. The air was biting and cold, the wind gusting from side to side. She ended up hopping down the steps before deciding that hopping was simply the fastest way period. She made it too the barn but was thoroughly covered in goosebumps. She opened the door and turned on the light, everything had been left very orderly. She saw a series of shock collars and decided simply to grab them all and hop back toward the house. By the time she had reached the balcony her teeth were chattering and was relieved when she could finally get inside. She returned to shuffling, without the biting air she did not feel nearly as rushed. She looked over the collars and many had different letters on them D, C, P, and one that simply had the infinity sign. "Hannah, can you tell me anything about what the letters mean?" "The letters on those collars represent what they restrict you to. D for dog, C for cat, P for pony and the infinity sign will punish speech but does not have specific animal exceptions." "So if I put any of these on I couldn't speak without being shocked right?" Megan asked as she finally reached the bedroom again. "That is correct." Megan sat down at the edge of the bed, making sure she knew where everything was. She knew that once the hood she held in her hand was on she wouldn't be able to see anything. It fit loosely over her head, her hair tucked behind her and poked out behind the hood by a few inches. The hood itself extended down to just the start of her neck with laces in the back to tighten it up. Once it was in place with the nostril holes lined up, she began to tighten. The leather gripped the sides of her cheeks and at the tip of her chin The laces tucked behind a flap that buckled closed with a place for a lock, which she quickly utilized. A mad rush washed over Megan as she realized that even if she stopped here, she would have to either find the keys blind or wait until her friends were free in the morning to help. She was deliciously trapped, and so she saw no reason to stop yet. She reached for the shock collar and placed it around her neck. She tried to speak and immediately felt the zaps preventing her from finishing. She caught her breath before taking it off. "Hannah, in ten minutes I want you to start to turn up the power of my NESIC can you still do that?" "I can do that, what should I turn it up to and how quickly?" Hannah replied "I want you to turn it up to a random number at a random speed taking between one and twenty seconds to get to the final setting. Leave it on for a period between five seconds and ten minutes, then I want you to decide randomly if you make me cum or turn it off. If you make me cum, give me a rest for somewhere between five minutes and two hours. If you do not let me cum, wait for between one second and five minutes before turning it on again. Can you execute these parameters continuously while still in safemode and it shouldn't affect the cells right? I don't want your usual personality turning on at any point or affecting when Andrea or Zainab can be released," Megan logically explained. "This will not affect the countdown to release the cell door. The ten minute countdown timer for your specifications has started. I can and will execute the orders as instructed until told to do otherwise." "Well, let's not let that be a possibility," Megan snickered as she put the shock collar back around her throat. Apprehensively she fumbled around with the lock until she found where it should go. She smiled, clicked it shut, and knew there was now no way to stop Hannah. She grabbed the final two locks before lying down in the middle of the bed on her stomach. She fed one lock through an eyelet near the center of the belt around her waist. She maneuvered the d-ring of one cuff through the lock. She tested to make sure it had caught properly before locking it completely. With a little bit of difficulty, she slid the other lock to the eyelet just beside the other. After a bit more difficulty and a few failed attempts, she managed to close the lock. She lay there, pulling at her restraints. Her arms stopped just short of being able to straighten out, and they barely moved a few inches away from her body. She was well and truly trapped, and knew how hard it was going to be to find that key later but there was nothing she could do to change that now. She started to wonder if she had in fact gone too far, but her thoughts were interrupted as her NESIC sprang to life. It was at a low setting rising slowly and leveling off at just above slight annoyance. It teased and tormented her for minutes as she flopped around. She soon collapsed back into motionlessness when the chip simply turned off. It was frustrating, but it was all so beautifully out of her control. **** "Please.. Zee say something," Andrea whimpered. She had taken the last hour and change slowly filling Zainab in about everything. About Hannah, about the "visitors," about the videos, and through it all Zainab had sat quietly, listening but not responding. "That's.. That's a lot to process," Zainab said. "Well say something.." Andrea pleaded. "What do you want me to say?" Zainab asked. "I don't know," Andrea said as she spun around to look up at the ceiling. She wiped away the few stray tears that still lingered on her face. "I don't know what to do next, it's one of the reasons I never sat you down and told you all this. What are you supposed to do with that?" "I don't know either.." Zainab said. "But I have an idea," Zainab said as she gently lifted Andrea's head so she could move her legs. She turned herself around and slid up beside Andrea with one arm wrapped around her while the other served as a pillow. "You don't have to say anything more if you don't want to, we can just lay here." Andrea turned to allow Zainab to hold her from behind before interlocking her hand with Zainab's. She pulled the hands up to her face and kissed Zainab on the back of the hand. "Thank you," she whispered as she better positioned herself to be in her girlfriend's embrace. **** Andrea awoke slowly, feeling rested but not remembering actually falling asleep. However long it had been, it had really wiped away a lot of the worry of the night before. She felt refreshed. She wasn't sure what time it was but she was sure it must be early. There was some light but very little seemed to be coming down from the skylight. Zainab's arm was still around her, though she herself appeared to be asleep. "Hannah, what time is it, can I open the door yet?" Andrea whispered. "The time is 10:18. You may open the door without my programing being required to call the police," Hannah said at her regular volume, clearly not picking up that Andrea had wanted things to be quiet. Zainab was awoken by the announcement and began to stretch. "Huh, it should be brighter," Andrea said as she walked over to the door to type in the combination. As soon as the door was open she looked up at the skylight and saw exactly why it was so dark. "Ugh.. my arms asleep," Zainab said as she sat up and massaged the arm she had been sleeping on. "Looks like it snowed last night," Andrea said quietly as she stared up at the snow covering the skylight. "What?!" Zainab screeched suddenly sounding very awake. "Like right now there's snow on the ground? What are we waiting for?" "I don't know.. a shower.. a breakfast, something like that," Andrea said as she stood up. "Bah.. there'll be time enough to shower when you're dead, there's snow outside!" Zainab said as she rushed over to the stairs leading down to the master bedroom. "What are you eight?" Andrea asked. Zainab responded by simply poked her head back into view and sticking out her tongue in a display of just how adult and mature she was. Andrea walked down more slowly, opening the door just in time to watch Zainab ungracefully try to put a pair of snow pants over her regular jeans. She threw on a turtleneck sweater, a beanie and a jacket that matched the off white of her snow pants exactly. She stuffed a pair of gloves in her pockets before excitingly pulling out her new pair of boots. "God damn," Andrea said. "Why thank you, it's not my usual type but I do think I pull it off nicely," Zainab said reflexively. "Not you Ms. Humble, I'm looking outside. It was clear last night and now I'm seeing at least a good two, two and a half feet and it's still coming down hard." Andrea said as she opened the blinds on the sliding glass door. "Oh my God, look at how big those flakes are and how slow they're moving!" Zainab said as she rushed over to the window with one boot still untied. "Yeah well, I'm thinking more about the car.." "Oh my God, that would look so cool! I wonder if we could even see it or if it's just gone," Zainab said before she rushed to the front door. ".. and how we drive that car out of here.. on those country roads.. no great, go right ahead.. no after you.." Andrea said to herself. as she went to go look for her own boots. Once she had them on she grabbed her jacket and a pair of gloves and headed for the front door. She opened the door and stepped out to see Zainab standing nearly waist deep in snow bobbing around trying to catch flakes on her tongue. Once she had seemingly caught the one she was tracking she looked over at Andrea and threw a snowball, hitting Andrea in the shoulder. "Wee.. this is so cool!" "I thought you hated the cold?" Andrea asked "I do, generally. I mean snow would be so much more awesome if it wasn't so cold. But if I'm going to put up with cold then I say there should at least be something fun as compensation for it not being warmer," Zainab explained. "You're also dressed like you're about to climb Everest," Andrea snipped. "Oh come here missy.." Zainab said as she gestured through her mittens for Andrea. "Come on, I wanna do a snow angel," she said as she grabbed Andrea's hand. After a few steps, Zainab turned Andrea around and began to trip her over into the snow. Andrea squealed as she began to fall but Zainab held her hand, gently lowering her down into the snow before crawling on top of her. Zainab leaned in and began to kiss Andrea. She grabbed Andrea's two hands and flung them down to either side. She tried to get Andrea to move her hands but the snow was simply too deep to push it all neatly away. But she still held Andrea's hands to her side all the same. "You know, making fun of my outfit, making fun of my maturity, that's an awful quick way to get a slave in trouble," Zainab whispered in Andrea's ear. Andrea gasped and squirmed for a moment as the words resonated through her body. "You ready to take that punishment yet?" "Mmm yes Mistress," Andrea said in a hushed tone. "Alright then," Zainab said as she got up, helping Andrea to her feet once she had. "I want you to go inside, and just beside the front door, strip naked and kneel as you wait for your Mistress." "Yes Mistress," Andrea said as she followed Zainab back inside. **** Andrea knelt nervously, she had stripped quickly and even folded her clothes while waiting for Zainab to come back. She looked back down when she heard the footsteps of Zainab in her boots returning from the bedroom. "Well slave, did you pack my leather belts in your suitcase instead of mine?" Zainab asked as she stopped right in front of Andrea. "No Mistress, I packed all your things in your bag." "Well they aren't there, maybe they got left back at the dorm. And I swear, if you left them back at that motel.." Zainab threatened without actually giving a threat. "No, I checked the room twice Mistress. I'm sorry I know how much you like them," Andrea said in sincerity but unintentionally sounding sarcastic. "Well I don't want to use metal out there so it'll be zip ties for you then," Zainab said as she pulled Andrea up by the chin. "Out there?" Andrea asked in vain, sure she already knew the answer. "Yes.. you felt like mocking me for wearing all this snow stuff. let's see how you fare out there," Zainab said as she opened the door and pushed Andrea out onto the porch. The cold air rushed past her as it raced for the open doorway. She stepped slowly, needing a prodding with almost every other step. Zainab led her to one of the support posts beside the stairs. She pulled Andrea's hands away from her chest and behind the post before adding a zip tie to keep them together. "Well.. what do you think of the cold now?" Zainab asked rhetorically before taking one of the larger zip ties and locking it around Andrea's neck. Andrea felt a little twinge of fear as she heard the clicks, but she trusted Zainab and knew she would never let anything happen to her. Still, it was more than enough to get her pulse racing as she felt pressure to keep her head flat against the post. Zainab bent down and ran a tie around the bottom of the post. She then ran one around Andrea's left ankle, closing it around the cable already there before repeating the process with the right ankle. The feet could still move around, but they could only do so by circling the post in one direction or the other. Zainab stood up and ran her hands along Andrea as she did. The skin was already covered in goosebumps and beginning to shiver in places. Though from her history, she knew there was usually a little bit of shaking as she ran her hands along a bound Andrea on a regular day. "See now.. there's nothing to worry about, no need to get all sourpuss about the snow," Zainab said as she leaned up and nibbled on Andrea's left nipple. "Mmm.. but you do have a plan right, I can't be out here for too long," Andrea muttered as she tested her bindings again. "Already? Already reminding me it's.. " Zainab huffed in a strangely serious tone that put Andrea off balance. "Be right back," she said as she ducked inside the house. Andrea looked around, it was eerily quiet as the snow continued to fall just beyond her. A gust of wind blew some of the flakes her way, accelerating the cold around her wet pussy and around the nipple Zainab had just been toying with. "Here, something to warm you up.." Zainab said as she began to flog Andrea across the tits. Andrea jostled but never evaded the dozen or so blows Zainab rained down before setting the flogger on the floor. Zainab walked over and leaned herself against the post opposite Andrea. She stared silently, clearly deep in thought. "Fuuuuuuuck..." Zainab quietly exhaled. She stumbled down the stairs to grab a fist full of snow "Oh-god-fuck so much colder than anticipated," she grunted as she lobbed a half formed snowball in Andrea's general direction, which all but disintegrated before reaching her. "Mistress, is there something wrong?" Andrea asked. "Of course not.." Zainab said with a tone that could equally be fake sarcasm, or the real thing masquerading as a fake. "Nothing.. is wrong.." she said as she tapped her finger on Andrea's chest. "I just wanted a few more hours before things.. ugh was that so hard hope for?" she began to mumble to herself as she walked out of site. "Just.. and then it's got to all.. shit.." "I can't help but feel like there's something wrong.." Andrea said. "Fucken gold star again." Zainab said as she began cutting the zip ties loose. Once Andrea was free of the post she went to sit down on the steps. Andrea crouched down beside her, putting her body around her in both a hug and a shield from the cold. "I turned the sauna on before we left, it should be nice and warm by now." Zainab said. "Come in with me," Andrea said. "I'll.. be in soon." Zainab said as she contained to watch the snow fall. "Beautiful isn't it. They all fall down elegantly, slowly, each a unique flake. Then they hit the ground, they join all the other flakes and become one big unidentifiable pile of snow. It all just.. sort of blends together." "Um.. Zee you're freaking me out. Come inside and we can talk." "Nah, you go ahead alone.. you should try getting more used to that anyhow.." Zainab mumbled despondently. "Are.. are you breaking up with me?" Andrea asked, breaking off her embrace. "If that's how you see it going down," Zainab replied "What the hell?" Andrea began to yell. "What the fuck is that even supposed to mean? This is cause of last night isn't it?" "Andrea.." Zainab said. "Right.. all that 'you can't help but change how you look at things..' I see how it is. Suddenly you can't stand me." "That's not true." Zainab protested. "Not true.. well you would know wouldn't you. All your.. fuck how can you hate me enough to do this?" "I don't hate you. I'm just not.." Zainab said before trailing off "Then what? I don't get it!" Andrea said stumped and collapsing back against the post. "What.. what the hell.." "I don't fucking hate you ok?" Zainab screamed as she finally broke her calm facade. She began to cry and wipe the tears away with her sleeves. "I just.. This is just how it ends. And.. I mean whatever that's fine. I find someone else I find.. But it's.. "So you've just used me up huh, I was fun and now you're just what moving on?" Andrea said now herself at the verge of tears. "This is about last night isn't it? That's why you're doing this now and not a few days ago. Do you know how fucking hard it was for me to tell you that? The last time I was in that cell, I thought I was about to get shipped off to Japan and spend the rest of my life as a fucking ponygirl. You think I'd share that with just anyone? Why would you take a trip out to nowhere with someone you were so close to ending things with, something must have changed! You can't stand to look at me now can you, just admit it I'm damaged fucking goods or whatever your fucking problem is. Go on say it! Say you don't want to fucking see me anymore." "I'm not going to say that," Zainab said before burying her head in her knees. "Why cause I'm not important enough? I'm not cool enough? Why can't you.." "Because I think I fucking love you." Zainab screamed into her legs. She had never said those words before and saying them had clearly taken their emotional toll as she began to shake. "That's what makes it hard. I don't want to let go.. this isn't how.. I never.." Bound Friends Pt. 15 The Stories of Bound Friends Part 15 - Sophia and the Barbarian Horde By JessBaby Sophia awoke from her afternoon rest to a surprise. She looked to her left and saw the wall of the dungeon was almost empty. It had never been that empty before. She sat up as much as her restraints would allow and began to look around. Aaron was talking with another girl before she ran off through the back staff entrance. He then saw Sophia sitting up and walked over to her. "Well, Savina, I'm gathering up a group to try out something new. We got a last minutes surge of requests for this test run, so I'm in a last minute rush to reassign some people down there. I'm going to try sending you. It's in Expo Hall J. Don't have time to clothe you here, so just stick to the corridors ok?" Aaron explained as he bent down and unfastened what he could of Sophia's bindings. He called over for someone to bring the key to unlock the rest. "And Savina, I'm serious don't screw this up. After our little chat a bit ago, you've got a lot to prove if you want me to stick my neck out to give you better assignments. This might be one of those." Sophia stood up and looked Aaron square in the eye. She said nothing but communicated everything as she firmly shook his hand and nodded her head. She was surprised when she felt them remove her collar, she now was totally naked aside from her piercings. She walked quickly, feeling a mix of anxiety and curiosity about what could possibly be going on. She stopped only to check on her position in the labyrinthine hallways. She felt a cold gust of air hit her as she opened the door to the expo hall. The large back door was slid up as people in forklifts moved inside what looked like sets. "I take it you're one of the girls?" a man with a headset asked. Sophia nodded her head before he quickly pointed her to the far corner. There were a few racks of clothing and some mirrors like a makeshift dressing room. A woman silently looked her over before pulling something off the rack. It was a faded yellow dress that rested on one shoulder and was very loose fitting. It fully covered both breasts without much cleavage but it would also give a wide gap of empty air if she bent forward, concealing almost nothing. It was also surprisingly long, reaching down nearly to her ankles. She twirled around and felt the whole loose dress puff out in all directions. It would certainly not be restrictive. "We're just waiting for one more girl and then we'll brief all of you.. oh and here she is!" The woman said as she flagged down another woman. Sophia patiently waited as this new girl was given a dress similar to her own except in color. The two then silently walked to a makeshift meeting room inside what looked like a small hovel. A tall man walked in wearing jeans and a light jacket overflowing with pockets. He looked around the room, put on a pair of rimless glasses and cleared her throat to begin talking. "Hello, now that we have everyone we need, I'm just going to go over what this all is and what we're expecting from you. Welcome to the first ever runthrough of what we're calling Exotic Reality. Now, this is a bit of a pilot project, and we need you all cooperating if it is going to have any chance of succeeding. Tomorrow afternoon, we're going to have a bit of a scenario play out. As you can see, we're pulling out all the stops like it's a stage play. Sets, costumes, characters, all that. Except the guests will be participating on the stage instead of watching from some seats. We want this to be another reality for the guests, not just fancy dressing for the same kinds of things they can get anywhere. We want the guests coming in to feel like they're entering another world and you are all a vital part of making them believe that this is another world and not just one of our convention halls. " he said, ending with a bit of a chuckle that the room joined in on. "Now, hopefully this isn't going to be very complicated. You'll just be using your performance names like you do every day. You are all playing the part of the wives of Roman soldiers, living in a small outpost town near the northern border. The soldiers will come back tomorrow morning, they've found out that a band of German Barbarians are planning a raid, and they'll make sure to be there to defend each of you against the brutish invaders. There is no set script you have to say or do, you're here because you can have the freedom to go in whatever direction the guests want to go in. Just.. as you do it, stay in character. That's really the crux that keeps everything together. Get invested in really being this other person. If anyone goes beyond your contract start yelling the word 'safeword' and we'll have staff around to come check, but he better really be going clearly out of bounds to break character. We'll have staff intermixed with the guests and we'll have the ol' system passively monitoring, so we will be there quickly if it detects something bad's happening or if you say the word 'safeword.' If it's not an emergency but you need to talk, just say 'helpword.' Everyone with me still?" he asked, waiting only briefly. "Good. Now my people should be done setting up in a few more hours, and then we're going to get out of here. You are to start to live the part. Get into character, sleep in the beds we're bringing in, and don't worry about anything else. You're just a bunch of Roman women, waiting around for their soldier husbands to get back before they get to be the big hero off in a battle. I want you all to live as that person. Any questions?" she asked, waiting a little longer this time. But when no one answered she just simply left without another word. "So, looks like we've got a night off, imagine that.. this must really be important," the woman Sophia walked in with whispered to her. "Hi.. I'm Alba." "Savina, wanna go watch them build our little town before finding a bed to claim?" Sophia said. "Sure, lead on." **** Sophia woke suddenly as she heard a noise. She looked out the window to see the artificial stars and dim "moonlight" were still lighting the ceiling of the tall exhibition hall, just as when she went to sleep. Which didn't feel like very long ago, there's no way it could be morning yet. She tried to push it out of her head, probably someone tripping as the woke up to use the bathroom. She closed her eyes and lay back in bed. Then she heard a loud crashing noise, too loud to just be an accident. She sat up and thought she saw movement in the distance, but with the faint light it was hard to tell. She got up out of bed, still wearing the dress she had been given the other night. Then, it was faint, but she was sure she heard a scream. It sounded muffled but it was terrifying. She rushed back to the window to try to see where it came from. In the distance, several large figures were running. One of them branched off from the others and rushed into one of the homes, another scream came echoing out from the building that person had just entered. Sophia's heart began to race. This wasn't how things were supposed to be going. She looked around to see if there was anything around to fight with. Nothing, the construction crew had not actually bothered furnishing this place with anything but a bed. So finding nothing to help her fight, all that was left was to flee. She looked out the window and didn't see any movement. The window was more accurately a lack of wall than anything glass or plastic, so quietly, carefully, she climbed up and out through it. Just as she landed on the other side, she heard her door slam open. She began to slowly slink away as she heard the faint sounds of chains and footsteps searching her home. The light coming from the ceiling left a large area of shade beside her building, she moved into it just as she saw another man clomping loudly down the pathway. He was dressed in brown furs, and carried in his hand a heavy looking collar and cuffs attached to each other along a long metal pole. He slowed down, seeming to listen for any commotion before suddenly running in another direction. Screams continued to echo out occasionally, filling the air with a heavy fog of dread. Sophia stood up to run and took her chance to slip away silently when she heard the man in her home noisily moving her bed. In a small, nearly lightless stretch, she slowly crept, using every ounce of every sense she had to figure out where they were. She peered around a corner and nearly screamed at the eyes staring back at her. The eyes looking at her though seemed just as scared and lost as her own, so she was able to hold her tongue when she slowly realized it was Alba. Alba seemed to have the same reaction and reached out to hug her. "Looks like the horde came early, I think we were lied to," she whispered. "Found the last two," cried a deep voice loudly from behind Sophia. The two girls instantly panicked and ran in different directions. Sophia quickly found herself blocked in and attempted to double back before finding that way blocked as well. As two men approached her she saw only one of them had a metal yoke in hand and decided to try to run past the one who wasn't carrying one. "Oh no you don't!" He said as he lunged at Sophia, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her back. Sophia kicked him and pulled but it didn't seem to do very much. "Oh you got a feisty one here," he said as the other man walked forward getting the collar out. "No, no let me go!" Sophia said as she jerked and tried to get away. As the man bent down to put the collar on her she tried to kick him, but he made sure to keep his distance while his friend held her tight. She looked over and saw Alba on the floor with a collar on and the bar held to the floor with another person's foot. She was struggling to keep her wrists free and failing. In a final act of defiance, as the man slipped the bar behind Sophia's head and closed the collar around her neck she spit at him, landing a lucky shot right on his cheek. The man holding her began laughing as the other man moved a hand up to feel his cheek. He then gave Sophia a hard backhanded slap, disorienting her slightly. "She got you good, hope you like a fighter," the man holding Sophia eventually said. He held Sophia in a tight hug while the other man tried to bend her arm up and into the waiting cuff. "There's fight and then there's just being too stupid to know when to quit," he said as she finally got Sophia's right hand into place in the cuff. It clicked closed and as Sophia tried to remove her wrist she found that it was shut tight. "Simon, I'll trade ya if you really want. I got this blonde, great tits." the man holding Sophia said. "Not a chance Anton. Because the harder the squeeze.." he said as he redoubled his efforts to bend Sophia's other arm up to reach the cuff. Sophia tried her best but she found she couldn't stop him, something she eventually saw as her final hand got cuffed. "Ah.. yeah the sweeter the juice. Alright, let's get her feet in shackles." As the man holding her moved down to her legs, Sophia started kicking again. They had to force her down to the ground, while one of them sat on her thighs in order for the two of them to hold her still. Even after hearing the second click she still tried to land a few blows, only to discover how limiting the nine inch hobble was. Anton, who had been sitting on her legs flipped over and looked Sophia in the eyes. He was tall and large, it was hard to tell how much was muscle and how much was fat. He had short cut hair and stubble nearly as long as parts of his hair. "Since I helped you take her down, mind if I have first crack at her?" Anton called out to Simon. "If I can have the same with your blond. Where's yours?" Simon asked as he moved around and into better view. He was a little less stocky than Anton, clean shaven but with longer hair. He wore the same brown furs that all the men seemed to be wearing. "She's chained up to the coffle already, she didn't put up nearly the fight of this one," Anton said with lust dripping from every word. He leaned forward, putting his weight on the metal bar pinning Sophia down to the ground. She could also now feel the unmistakable feeling of a very hard cock pressing against her belly. "Fine, which collar's yours?" Simon asked. "Number 11, don't worry, I won't be long.." Anton said as he began pulling up Sophia's dress. She tried to struggle but she had almost no leverage to stop him. Slowly she felt more and more of the ground against her skin until nearly her entire back leg was exposed. He smiled as he slid back, his bare legs touching hers. He reached his hand down and found her clit and began rubbing. Sophia tried closing her legs and jerking away but he only seemed to get more excited by the resistance. He slid back a little more, maneuvering his cock into position as best he could. Sophia could feel the precum, smearing between her legs. She bent up to make access harder, causing him to grab the bars of her yoke. He knelt up and twisted the yoke around, forcing Sophia to spin and face down towards the ground. He pushed her back down and moved his hands to her hips. He could pull her up much easier than he could flatten her out, and so as much as Sophia fought it she eventually felt him slide his cock between her legs and deep into her pussy. He began to thrust deeply, filling her fully. As much as Sophia tried to stay in character though, she did have to say it was at least a little enjoyable. She had put up her best fight and he still had her helpless and fucked. She felt the pace pick up and could feel him move a finger around to start rubbing her clit. Sophia started to groan, breathing more heavily. She tried not to analyze the why while in the moment, but this all felt so much better than how guests would normally use her. He soon started to grunt before she could feel him cum inside her. He pulled out and collapsed over to his side to catch his breath. Sophia lay there and did the same. **** Sophia was lifted to her feet and a short chain attached to the front of her collar. Anton pulled Sophia forward with only two or so feet of slack. The hobble chain meant she had to take small but faster steps to keep up. As they rounded a second building, Sophia saw a line of girls all secured like she was in a line with the chain from their collar attaching to the back of the collar in front of them. Suddenly Sophia felt there was reason to fight back. She tried to dig her feet in and nearly tripped forward from the effort. Anton turned to her and held her by the chin. He looked into her defiant eyes as if examining a great mystery. "Are you always going to be this defiant?" he asked in a tone that suggested he wished the answer to be yes. "I will never surrender," Sophia quietly pledged. The smile across his face grew and it somehow emboldened Sophia to go further. "You filthy barbarian, you can't get away with this. Our husbands will come looking for us." "Well, we sent them on a wild goose chase once, I don't think they'll be finding our true camp any time soon," he said before pulling on the chain again to make Sophia continue her march toward the coffle. She saw Alba being attached to the back and saw at least two of the women further up both being fucked where they stood. Sophia watched as a medium sized lock attached her to the back of Alba's collar, trapping her in this line of women. "So how was she?" Simon asked as she walked back towards Sophia. "Put up a fight but nothing I couldn't handle," Anton said before he slapped Sophia on her ass. "Oh that just sounds lovely.." Simon said as he walked around to stand behind Sophia. He pulled himself close and began to run his hands up and down her while Sophia was helpless to stop him. He ran a hand up to her head, holding her close for a whisper. "I'm going to enjoy owning you," he said as his hand covered her mouth to hold her close. Sophia opened her mouth, allowing a few of his fingers to fall in before biting down. She didn't bite hard but still caught the first knuckle of his middle finger behind her teeth. Simon cried out in startled shock, which quite hurt Sophia's ears given how close he was. "Fucking bitch, let go!" he cried as he tried to pull his finger out. He wrapped his free hand around her throat and began to squeeze, cutting off Sophia's air. As she started to get light headed she began flailing around to try to loosen his grip but she had so little movement that he stayed put. She tried kicking him, but with such a short hobble she could not hit anywhere delicate and her bare feet was no match for his boots. He finally let go of her neck, causing Sophia to uncontrollably gasp in a huge breath to feed her burning lungs. The gasp caused her to involuntarily open her mouth, vacuuming in as much air as possible but also allowing Simon to pull his finger free. She turned to her side as she continued to catch her breath and noticed that Anton was snickering. "You hurt?" Anton asked Simon. "A bit, doesn't look too bad for the long term though I guess. Didn't break the skin I think.." "Serves you right, you basically gave her your finger, what did you expect she'd do?" Anton asked. "I don't know, I guess I just didn't know how far they'd go. I know they're supposed to resist but I thought once they were chained up they'd start treating me with a little more respect." Simon replied. "They are supposed to be married woman, who we're supposed to be kidnapping after raiding their village to take them to our hideout in the woods. You thought she'd just roll over instantly? Of course she'd do everything she can to keep us brutes away, that's kind of the whole point!" Anton said as he finally seemed to be acknowledging Sophia standing there. "Still up for that trade? Your bitch at least seemed to know her place." Simon said as he pointed back further up the line. "Sure.. you can have her. I think I can handle you my pretty," he said as he stroked the far side of Sophia's cheek. Sophia tried to spin and bite him but didn't have the maneuverability for that to have been any real possibility. "I can always get a gag for you, is that what you want?" He asked as he looked deep into her eyes. Sophia stared defiantly back as she decided what to do. She weighed what she knew and what she expected. She smiled a coy smile, drawing him in a little closer before she spit in his face, landing right on his nose. Anton smiled slightly before walking up to the front of the line of girls. He was talking with someone who seemed to be dressed in slightly different colored furs than everyone else. Most of the men wore something brown, this man wore something black with a metal studded belt. She could not hear what they were saying but he pointed Anton over to another person also in black rather than brown furs. He opened up a bag and the two searched through it until Anton grabbed something and began walking back over to Sophia. It seemed to be a wooden stick a little thicker than an AA battery and about six inches long with a small chain coming off each end. "You wouldn't dare..." Sophia fumed as he got closer. She bolted her mouth shut and stared daggers his way. "Oh yes, we are going to have fun with you alright," Anton said with a smile. He moved in and tried to force Sophia to open her jaw so he could slip the bit gag in. He pinched her nose hoping that would give him some opening. Sophia simply breathed through her teeth while opening a small bit at the side of her lips. "God.. fine!" he said in frustration throwing the gag down to the ground. He stormed off again back to the bags, searching from something else. He came back with a whip and a small dagger. Sophia felt her heart race, looking at the light reflecting off the small steel blade wondering how far this man was going to go. He walked around behind her and grabbed her dress. She watched as he pulled out the knife to cut it, allowing the loose fitting dress to fall completely to the floor. Bound Friends Pt. 15 The next thing she felt was the sting of the small whip striking her now unprotected back. She gritted her teeth to endure the pain. As a second and a third blow landed she kept her composure, wanting to stubbornly not give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt. By the fourth one she grunted and tried to move, though her range of movement was far too limited to actually escape. He came back into view, once again holding the gag. Sophia looked at him and shook her head. More blows came, moving ever slightly down from her back to her ass. The sting was greater for sure but Sophia wasn't sure it was on the whole that much worse. She continued to grunt, ineffectively dodge and grit her teeth. He offered her the gag one more time but she refused to open her mouth. "Hey, can we get going yet? We can continue this when we get to the camp. They warned us that if we wait too long then reinforcements come and we'd be screwed," a man in brown fur said as he leaned his elbow on Alba. "Please Savina, just take the gag. It sounds like it really hurts," Alba said as she turned her head slightly to try to look at Sophia. "Well well, do you two know each other?" Anton asked. as he walked around to stand on Alba's other side. "You leave her alone, she isn't part of this," Sophia said, not sure if it was more attempt to blend to character or actual defiance that made her say so. "Tell you what.." Anton asked as he held the blade up to the edge of Alba's dress. "You take the gag and I leave your friend alone?" Sophia huffed loudly through her nose as she looked at Anton. Without saying a word Sophia slowly opened her mouth causing Anton to smile. He disappeared behind her and soon she felt a wooden bar slid into place. It was pulled quite far back, putting a bit of strain on the sides of her lips and depressing her tongue. She heard a faint click as a latch was closed, linking the two pieces of chain together. She tried pushing it out, but found that the wooden invader was there to stay. **** Sophia felt a pull on her leash as the coffle began to march. She tried pulling back to resist, but the dozen or so girls ahead of her were simply too forceful that she might as well have been pulled by a tractor. They walked through the city gates, something Sophia had earlier assumed was the farthest outskirt of where they had decorated. However the empty space beyond had a small scattering of fake fir trees and a background depicting many more. They marched with small, slow steps towards the far side of the hall where one of the sets of double doors were open. It led out toward the general hallway, but it was blocked off, allowing only a narrow tunnel between it and the exhibition hall at the other side. As soon as they stepped into the other hall Sophia felt the cool sensation of artificial snow at her feet. It was far too warm to be actual snow, but still much cooler than body temperature. She was at last thankful to be at the back, it seemed all the women ahead of her had carved out a line in the snow so that it was at least not very deep. The trees were much taller and more numerous here, it was clear this was meant to be very far away from the town they had just been taken from. The faint smell of smoke filled the air. As everyone approached the center, Sophia could see the faint yellow light of a campfire dancing off the snow covered trees around her. She could see maybe a dozen or so square tents in three quarters of a circle around the fire but still keeping their distance from it. Closer around the fire was a ring of fallen logs, flattened out to be made into benches. The large open area they approached had three tall poles but was otherwise open. The woman came to a stop as the front most girl had her leash chain attached to the middle pole. With the trip over, the guests in brown furs all walked over to one of the women. A man in black fur came by, starting with Sophia, and unlocked their collar from the woman in front of them. Anton spun Sophia around with a grin on his face. He bent down and grabbed her by the thighs. As he stood up, he lifted her up over his shoulder before he began to walk away. "For someone so tall you weigh like.. nothing. You're just a little twig aren't ya?" he asked rhetorically as she slapped Sophia's bare ass. Sophia bit down on the wood bar still stuffed in her mouth. She watched as the drool all fell out behind her. It was a little disorienting as she bounced on his shoulder, watching the ground move like that while her hands were trapped as they were. She felt him duck slightly before she could see them entre one of the tents. She felt her legs set down on something soft, presumably whatever the bed was being made to look like. He flipped her down letting her head fall onto some kind of pillow. He straddled her and leaned over. The tent was illuminated by artificial candles that flickered yellow light off his rugged unshaved face. "Now.. have you learned your lesson yet, or do you need that gag in for a little longer?" he asked as he brushed a few stray hairs out of her mouth. Sophia simply snorted, not wanting to give him any kind of response. He cocked half a smile and got up. He ducked over to a bag at the other side of the tent, pulling out a pair of leather thigh cuffs and a pair of chains with clasps at either end. The cuffs were a brownish tan color. They were very rudimentary with no buckle, simply a series of slots for a metal D could protrude from. He worked each cuff around Sophia's thigh just above the knee. Once they were both on, he fastened the chain to them and bent Sophia's legs up so that they could reach the bar holding her arms. The chain was rather short and Sophia was very conscious of how much it exposed her ass and pussy. He slid his hand around Sophia's wet pussy. As he found her clit she couldn't help but grunt. All this play had gotten her very worked up. He maneuvered himself back into place and slid his dick deep into Sophia. With her legs bent like they were he felt so massive. She flipped her head from side to side, trying her damndest not to show how much she was enjoying it, which only added to the feelings she was trying to hide. He gripped her sides and began adding force to each thrust. Driving himself deep and hard, collapsing his body weight, which was easily more than double her own, down on her with every thrust. She could see the sweat forming on his brow as she began gasping through the gag She could sense herself getting close to cumming, He puffed between thrusts, speeding up and prompting her to try to struggle again. As she pulled one more time on her wrists she felt herself shake and rocket over the edge of orgasm. The noises she managed with her gag in her mouth were positively animalistic and it, along with the constriction as she came, was enough to send Anton over the edge soon after, filling Sophia with his hot load. He recovered more slowly this time. Spending well over a minute simply laying on Sophia's legs with his cock still inside her as it softened. When he eventually did get up Sophia tried to plead with her eyes to lose the annoying gag, but he seemed utterly distracted. He got up and with both hands lifted Sophia down onto the ground at the center of the tent. He took the chain that had been free to dangle from her collar and wrapped it around the central support column of the tent, looping it back around and attaching it to itself with a clip. Sophia could see that she now had almost no room to move and with her knees still pulled up she had very little position to try. She could see the column was fastened directly to the ground, and so while it might seem flimsy she was sure that it was secured quite well. "I'll be back soon enough my little slave," he said as he stumbled toward the opening of the door. "Meh gherhg, whert aroubt meh gharg?" Sophia tried to ask. "Oh.. consider it an extended lesson. I mean it should only make you more cooperative if I try to use your mouth later on wouldn't you say?" he said as he turned back to look at her. "And I might be trading for some others to have a turn with you, so don't be surprise if it's not me coming back in ok?" She tried her best to turn to see him leave but still barely saw him walk out. She instead just laid her head back and attempted to catch up on a little rest that these people had earlier cut short. **** Sophia only got as far as closing her eyes and resting her head, but she knew that was as much rest as she would be getting with her legs still held in the unnatural way they were bound. But as she heard the tent open her eyes opened up to see a man in black furs coming to her with a bag beside him. He removed the leash from the support pole and sat Sophia up to remove her gag. "Everything going well still? I assume you probably want some water?" he asked as he retrieved a metal flask from his bag. "Ahh, yes to both I guess. You could have told us this is how things were going to go.. I assume you work for.." "Sorry," he interrupted as he slowly began pouring water into her mouth. "And yes, the black furs are staff making sure the guests have what they need and don't get too carried away. We thought the ruse would get you all into the spirit more." "Well it did.. and thanks, my mouth was really dry from that damn gag," Sophia said once the flow of water had stopped. "But you understand, there's resisting and then there's hurting the guests. Do the first, the one really does seem to be enjoying it, and if that's what you think your character would be doing than more power to ya, just don't do the latter alright? You bit one but didn't break the skin, don't go too far down that road again ya hear?" Sophia nodded her head as she watched the man unfasten her leg restraints. He led her out of the tent by her chain leash and she instantly saw everyone sitting around the fire almost all with one of the girls. Some sat back as heads bobbed up and down on their cocks, moaning and slurping as they did their best to satisfy them. Others were bent over, head pushed into the dirt as they were fucked from behind. One girl simply lay at their master's feet with his legs resting on her back like a footstool. The attendant handed Sophia's chain off to Anton who quickly yanked at the chain, tripping Sophia over his leg and letting her fall with a thud across his lap. "Now you've been a very bad slave so far," he said as he leaned one hand over her back to hold her still while the other began to explore her ass. "No response then eh?" he said after a considerable stint of silent groping. Sophia felt his hand removed from her ass but soon heard the whirl of a cane before it landed square across her ass. The pain erupted in a line of lightning, radiating through every part of her. She grunted and began to struggle, but her limited movement, awkward position and his continuing to lean weight on her back all prevented any real progress. Another blow landed, if anything harder than the one before. Sophia gritted her teeth before asking, "What do you want from me?" "Want? My slave asks what I want her to be like? I expect you to act like a slave!" He said, emphasizing each point with another whack of the cane. "Though.." he said before his hand returned to her ass. His fingers pressed against her delicate flesh before sliding between her legs and toying with her very wet pussy. Some of it had been from previous activity, but Sophia couldn't deny that they renewed struggle in front of so many men wasn't at least a little bit of a turn on. "That's just what I thought, this little slave likes pain!" he screamed around the campfire, eliciting more than a few laughs from the other men. "Hey, Mark, could I borrow yours for a second? I got a plan," he said as he looked over at another man who was using his slave as a footstool. Sophia looked over as best as she could and saw the man approach pulling Alba behind him. Her eyes were wide but downcast as the two approached. Anton sat Sophia up and handed her over to Mark who traded her for Alba. "You seem to like pain, but if what you did in line is any hint, you know this girl. So, how'd she react to a little pain?" Anton asked as he picked up the cane and slowly ran it up and down Alba's ass. She looked scared, it may have been embellishment but it was real enough Sophia thought that some of the fear must have been genuine. "So, from now on, when you misbehave, instead of caning you I will cane her twice as hard and then still cane you afterwards. So what are you, a free woman or a slave?" Sophia looked over at Alba and then back to Anton's cane. "I can be your slave," Sophia said mostly through her teeth. Anton cocked his hand back and brought the cane down on Alba hard. She squealed and hopped before obediently moving back into place. "Well 'can be' isn't very committed, but it'll do for now." He set the cane down and looked behind him for one of the staff "Hey.. didn't we got one of those triangle things, the kind of tripod metal stock thing?" "I'll get it right away," he said before heading off. Sophia felt Mark's free hand began to caress her naked body. She huffed a little but there was nothing she could do to stop him, and was sure she wouldn't like what would come of putting up too much of a fight over this. His hands were rough, dry and callused. As they ran around Sophia's modest breasts they took great pleasure in playing with her nipple piercings. "Whoever put you in those studs didn't appreciate just what you had here," he whispered in her ear. The staff member soon returned with a triangular metal contraption. Two sides were about three feet long with about a two foot width on the third side. At the corners touching the two foot base were one circular cuff on each corner. At the top corner there were two cuffs joined next to each other but each a little smaller. Anton clipped Alba's leash to a loop at the side of the seat she was on, allowing him to grab the device and walk over to Mark and Sophia with it. "Sit her down," he said, causing Mark to push Sophia down onto the wood bench that looked to be essentially just a flattened log. "Now, don't you kick me or it's going to be a lot worse for you and for her you got me?" he said as he knelt down at Sophia's feet. Sophia looked at the two men and eventually nodded her head. "And bring us some better piercings, some of those u shaped ones eh?" Mark called out to the staff member who had begun to wander around again. Anton unlocked the shackles at Sophia's left leg, never letting go of the foot. He instantly moved the cuffs of the new triangle device into place. Soon the right ankle was freed as well, only to be spread two feet apart and clipped into the other opening. The cuffs were rigid metal and much taller than ankle cuffs usually were. It meant that not only could Sophia no longer move her legs independently, she could not even bend them at different angles. The whole device required her legs to stay at about 90 degrees with the rest of the frame. Anton knelt down in front of her and began to unlock the metal yoke from around her wrists. Mark held on to one hand while Anton freed the other. With his other hand, Anton straightened Sophia's legs, making the triangular frame stand up. Together the two men pulled Sophia forward and into the pair of tall metal wrist cuffs. Only when her hands had been secured did Anton let go to remove the collar part of the yoke. "Up we go," he said as he pushed Sophia forward. She fell forward onto her hands with her back bent over and her ass high above the rest of her. She stood like a tripod with her left leg, right leg and both arms together as the three parts keeping her up. She was now close enough to the fire to feel its warmth and hear the crackle as the wood burned. "Impressive little setup you got there," one of the men commented as they walked over. In fact it seemed everyone Sophia could see had taken at least half in interest in the newest spectacle placed where everyone could see her. Sophia felt their lustful leers scrutinize her. "Excuse me.." said the staffer as he cut his way to the front and knelt down in front of Sophia. He scooted under her and began to unscrew the ends of Sophia's nipple piercings, replacing the plane ends with a swiveling U shaped piece. As he began to do the same to her clit piercing, one Sophia heard someone shout "best seat in the house or what?" The men began to laugh, making Sophia lightly blush. After the staffer disappeared, Mark immediately knelt down and placed two fishing weights off of each nipple. The pull was noticeable but not intense. Sophia was sure it would get quite painful with time, but for now, and standing still, they were not so bad. "Satisfy us well and we might think about taking those off before we call it a night," he said before batting at both sets of weights with his hands. As they swung they pulled more forcefully and sent out sparks of mild pain at the low point of each swing. Sophia strained her neck up to look at him standing over her. There were at least two other men looking on beside him. She felt very self-conscious as it seemed everyone was waiting to see what she was about to do. She looked down at her wrists fanned out on the ground. She couldn't bend them thanks to the length of the cuffs, and there was certainly no escaping them. She looked back up at Mark, sighed to herself and opened her mouth wide. Sophia kept her mouth open as the crowd began to catcall and as Mark began to bring out his cock. "That's right whore." "Who's a good little slut." Swallow baby." There were even mild cheers as Mark grabbed Sophia's head and shoved his cock deep down her throat. Sophia began to suck as passionately as she could. She worked her tongue around his semi-hard shaft, playing with the tip of his uncircumcised cock. She could taste the salty precum already dripping out as he became increasingly rigid, pushing at the back of her throat. He began to release her head and she made sure to continue a rhythmic pace on her own. Alternatingly slow with a lot of tongue and faster with a lot of sucking and slurping. She pulled her head back to look behind her as she felt hands grab her hips. Anton looked back at her from behind, pushing his finger along her wet slit. "Hey," Mark said as he slapped her across the cheek with his cock, turning her head back to face him. "That's right slave just keep on sucking." he said right as Anton pushed his way in with two fingers. Sophia went wide eyed as she fought to regain her concentration. Anton was not starting slow, he was going quickly right out of the gate. She began to gasp at the sensations and at the angle his fingers were taking. As she caught her breath she opened her mouth wide again and returned her attention to Mark's cock, sliding herself back and forth along its shaft. And as she moved, so did the weights hanging from her tits, adding a delightful spice of pain that only amplified her arousal. Mark placed his hands back on Sophia's head, pushing his cock deeper in her as he grunted out an orgasm. he finally let go and stumbled away, almost out of breath. "Anton, you mind?" a voice asked as another man approached Sophia. He must have nodded because the next thing Sophia saw was another cock dangling in front of her. She employed nearly the energy, but as the fast assault continued she simply found it hard to concentrate. She was getting very near orgasm. when she heard and felt Anton's rhythm change. He slowed down, but began to add his thumb to the equation, teasing her clit in a circular motion and making the u-shaped piercing dangle back and forth. He sped up one final time before removing his fingers altogether. It allowed her to concentrate on the man in front of her but with the source of stimulation gone she simply felt frustrated and just wanted this man away from her as quickly as possible. And she was certainly having enough already with the damn weights hanging from her tits. Bound Friends Pt. 15 This particular guy, rather than ramming it down her throat when he finished, decided to pull out and cum all over her face. Sophia was now not only frustrated and in mild pain from the weights, but now she couldn't open her left eye. But as she looked around she was surprised to see the people that had been around were dispersing. She looked to her side and saw Anton strutting around confidently and kneeling in front of her good eye. "Here, let's see how you like your own taste," he said as he held up two fingers to Sophia's mouth. Sophia looked at them with annoyance before looking back at him and slowly opening her mouth back up. Anton began to stick his fingers deep into her mouth, sliding them around her tongue, going to the back of her throat and nearly making her gag. The pungent taste wasn't pleasant. Anton stood back up, pulling his hand out of Sophia's mouth to help tilt her head up. Sophia saw his hard cock dangling in front of her and nearly sighed in resignation as she waited for him with her mouth open. Anton seemed content to mostly stand there, expecting Sophia to do what work she could bound as she was. She could barely move more than a few inches forward and back at the maximum, thankfully he did not seem to mind. Soon she had him groaning, throbbing in her mouth as she slurped and sucked his thick but not particularly long cock. She tasted it as he came in her mouth. He pulled away quickly, giving her the opportunity to spit what remained out beside her. "Ah, here let me get that," Anton said as he bent down and wiped away the cum that covered her eye. He then reached over and retrieved the weights off her breasts and let them fall to the ground. "You did good tonight, I'll see ya in the morning," he said, slapping her ass as he walked back toward his tent. "Umm.." Sophia said, trying to get his attention. "I mean.." she said as she jostled in her metal confinement. "Oh.. and after I took the weights off you complain? Keep going and I'll put them back on," he said without even turning around to look at her. Sophia stayed quiet but looked around. It seems that everyone had gone back to their tents, with the exception of one girl who still wore the original yoke and was attached to one of the benches with a chain. Sophia tried to get comfortable, but bent over as she was that just wasn't a possibility. The ground had been covered in a light covering of dirt but it looked much too firm to try to tip over to her side without possibly breaking something. She heard footsteps behind her and looked to see one of the attendants coming around to her. he grabbed her side and gently guided her down to the ground, which still left one leg awkwardly standing two feet off the ground. "If anything starts to really hurt, like you think it might be causing damage, whistle alright? Otherwise try to be quiet and try to get some rest. The lights will start showing daylight in a few hours and the men will start getting up after that. Understand?" He said after feeding her a little water. "Thank you," Sophia whispered as she tried the lean her head down in the awkward position she was in and get some rest.. **** Sophia wasn't sure what woke her, but the sudden burst of light was blinding. The ceiling now illuminated the room like it was daylight, and all the white of the artificial snow reflected those rays around the room. Sophia looked around and saw men scurrying around, seemingly in a hurry to prepare for something. "Morning princess," Anton said as he approached Sophia from behind where she couldn't see. "I see you tipped over in the night. I hope you're not hurt," he said as he sat down on the log-bench beside her head. "Please, master, let me out of this," Sophia pleaded with a submissive sincere tone that seemed to take Anton by surprise. "I must say, a night in the stocks has done wonders for your attitude there slave. But I don't have long, we're off soon to battle. Not all of us will be coming back." Anton explained. "Then please, let me out of these stocks before you go. If nothing else I could wish you luck before you go into battle." Anton thought about it before deciding to go get a new collar to replace the stocks. He returned and fastened it around Sophia's neck before freeing Sophia's other bindings. Sophia stretched out for the first time in hours before rubbing her wrists which felt like they might be slightly bruised. But she looked up and saw an impatient looking Anton and decided all that could wait. She stood up and extended her hands forward to brush the stubble across his face. She spun around and widened her legs, straddling his lap as she sat down. She bent backwards, giving him a spectacular view of her modest chest as she began to slide her hips up and down his leg. One hand bent back and began to hold his head as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her other hand grabbed on of his arms and pulled it up to her chest, forcing it to explore around. "Make it back alive, I'll be waiting," she seductively whispered. Anton was breathing heavy when someone called out to him, telling him he didn't have time for what it clearly seemed he was building to. He grunted and pushed Sophia off his lap, pulling her by the collar over to the pole at the far side of the camp where a few other girls were already chained. He locked her collar to one of the very long chains that was already locked to the pole before adding on a pair of shackles to her hands. He then tapped her lightly on the cheek and went running to get a sword and shield. Sophia recognized them as the same kind of painted weapons she had used occasionally in the arena. They are made of a semi-porous foam exterior that only bleeds paint when they hit with a forceful impact. They otherwise leave no mark, and so are an excellent way to show only who has been slashed. And while there was a ridged interior to keep shape, the impact don't even hurt very much. Great for playing at war, which it seemed was exactly what the guests were preparing for. "To be continued slave," Anton said as walked past Sophia and over to where the other men were already gathered. Sophia watched as the men marched single file out and through the other door before the double doors were sealed behind them. Sophia sat down and leaned against the poll, celebrating finally being able to mover her extremities and being thankful for the continued rest after a fitful rest she had just had. **** Sophia shot her head up as she heard sounds coming from the far side of the hall. She was joined by the two other woman chained to the post who also sat up to watch as men came stumbling in from the other hall. Many of them looked exhausted and there was also only about half as many as had left. Sophia no longer saw Simon or the second man from the other night to use her throat, but she certainly caught sight of Anton. "We got'em. Sent them running off into the woods," Anton said once he was finally close to Sophia. He threw his shield down, which was covered in paint markings. "And where's everyone else?" she asked. "They didn't make it. We lost quite a few of our men to your husbands out there.. and the dead can't come back to camp. They swung for me too but they didn't get me, I even took a few of them out myself!" Anton said in celebration, sword still in hand as he bent down to unfasten Sophia's rather long chain leash from the pole. It had many feet of slack, so he wrapped it around one hand and began to lead her back to his tent. "Come on, we got some time before the feast and I could use a good fuck.." Sophia followed behind. She tried a quick yank on the chain, but even though it was long he had the far better grip. They walked inside and he began pulling her closer. He set his sword down to pull out all the slack in Sophia's leash. She pulled against it but she couldn't stop him. "Good, I was worried you'd lost your spark from spending the night locked up like that." he said as he grabbed the back of her head. He walked her over and began pushing her down onto his bed, Sophia tried to resist but he was too strong, and her hands were still shackled. Once her face hit the bed she knew it was over. Anton positioned himself behind her, still being careful to hold her down. He let her raise her hands up, but only so he could grab them by the chain to better keep her under control. Sophia's lower body lay over the bed, with her chest lying flat on it. She was kneeling with her ass prominent and unprotected. She hadn't thought to closer her legs until she felt him kneeling behind her, setting himself between her legs and preventing her from closing. He leaned over her, pressing his now undressed body against her. She felt his slightly hairy chest, pressing weight down onto her back. She could even hear him breathing, though she refused to try to look back his way. "Have you been thinking about this much today slave?" he asked quietly but closely. Sophia huffed out a defiant non-response. "Well I've got to say.. I knew the rules, but I didn't appreciate them until now. You get stabbed, you die. You die, and ride's over. No appeals, no buying your way back in. It certainly makes the stakes a whole lot more.. real," he said as his free hand drifted down between Sophia's legs as the other continued to hold on to Sophia's shackles. "And so every time some soldier came at me, I thought of your cunt. I thought about getting to fuck it one more time after you teased me this morning," he taunted right into Sophia's ear. She could feel his breath with every word. "So let's get that cunt of mine nice and wet ok slave?" he asked rhetorically once his finger had found her clit. It began playing with her piercing, causing Sophia to grunt in spite of herself. Anton forced his head even closer, getting in the small opening between Sophia's head and arm. He began to nibble on her earlobe, something that caused Sophia to stretch out involuntarily. Sophia shuddered as she felt his hard cock probing around from behind. In one quick motion it plunged deep into her pussy. He remained hunched over as he slowly withdrew, getting about half way out before thrusting deeply and suddenly back in. His right hand continued to play with her clit, working in tandem with his cock to try to elicit a response. Some sign that she was enjoying this. And as defiant as Sophia was trying to be she had to admit if she were honest that she was enjoying it. At least some. She had been given free reign and could resist in ways her usual assignments, and when you strip away the principle, strip away the context, he was pushing all the right kinds of buttons. She held back a moan but couldn't help but close her eyes and enjoy the feeling. One person, exerting their will over the other, physically forcing the other to submit. She couldn't help but begin to notice her breath quickening. "That's right my little slave cunt, I knew you were a right little slut under all those protests. Deny it all you want but you're enjoying the fucking aren't you?" Anton taunted as he began to increase the speed of his thrusting. He continued to toy with her clit while he seemed determined to try to poke his head in just the right way to look Sophia in the eye. She kept her face buried, breathing heavier and heavier into the thick blanket that lay on top the bed. "Maybe I'm going about this wrong," he whispered cryptically. Moments later he slowed down his thrusts while his right thumb and index fingers worked to grip Sophia's clit firmly. As he resumed his regular pace his hand pulled down sharply, causing Sophia to jerk her head up and let out a high pitched yelp of a cry. His left hand moved down quickly from holding on to her wrists to slide under her neck, keeping her from lowering her head back down. "Look at me," he said, causing Sophia to look further away. He smiled an unseen smile before his fingers once again pinched and pulled hard. This time twisting as well, amplifying the painful sensations that were so well bleeding into the pleasurable ones. "What?" Sophia huffed as she turned her head to snarl at him. "Oh yes.. you fight it but you can't hide it from me. I can tell when someone is faking, I can tell when moans are fake.." he said as he moved his left hand up to cup the side of her head. "Well.. well it's good then that I'm not moaning.." Sophia said through gritted teeth. "I know.. but I can tell when a woman is enjoying it.. and my little lady seems to be enjoying it," he said as his right hand released her clit from its grip and began to rub it instead. Making fast circular motions as his cock continued to pump inside of her. Sophia took advantage of having her hands free again and tried to make a sudden jolt to the right. She got as far as lifting herself up on one leg before Anton responded by essentially tackling her to the bed. He lost control of her head and reached back up to grab hold of her wrist shackles. Sophia now lay fully on the bed, trying badly to close her legs but finding him keeping them apart with his knees. "Get off of me! I'm not your little lady!" she protested, trying to shake him off but finding that with his guard up it was impossible to do. "You're right. You're not a little lady any more. Now you're my slave. For all you know, one of the men I killed today was your husband. Best case he lived long enough to flee. You're mine now." He said with a decidedly more commanding tone. "And just so you know.." he said, bringing his head right up to her ear. "I was going to try to make it pleasant for you, but I think now I'd rather just teach you a lesson." Sophia felt him moving his right hand down to guide his cock back in. She lifted her head in sudden realization as she felt him press not against her pussy but against her ass. "You wouldn't dare!" she said staring daggers back at him. "Oh, but I very much would dare.. slave." Sophia gritted her teeth as she felt his cock push back into her ass. It had at least been well lubricated but it didn't change how much tighter everything felt. He was not an overly long man, but he was thick, thick enough to make it all very tight. He began to pump faster, not sparing any time for further foreplay or taunting. He began to hammer away like a man on a deadline. Sophia had certainly had worse, but she still did not overly enjoy anal sex. But as much as she tried to shake or push or resist, he had clearly learned his lesson and would not give her an opening again. The helplessness washed over her leading to a frustrated cry, right before Anton made one final thrust, depositing his load deep into Sophia's ass. Anton collapsed, out of breath on top of her. Sweat was dripping from him onto her. He grabbed a chain for Sophia's collar tightly in one hand before rolling over onto his back in order to cool off. **** Sophia quietly turned her head over to Anton. He was up against the wall, but had a firm hold of her leash. With so much of the chain obscured from view in the skirmish she couldn't tell how much slack that gave her without moving enough to cause a jingle and get his attention. Either way, she was sure she couldn't exactly run out of the camp. She turned her head back out towards the rest of the tent. To call it a tent though was a small stretch. Sure the walls were fabric, but it had four strong posts with a central post in the middle. Together they had an angled truss roof, attaching all the posts back to the central one. She looked around some more and noticed his sword. She calculated the risk, and decided the opportunity was too good to pass by. In one quick move she bolted to her feet and dived for the sword. She knew if she didn't have the slack to reach she'd feel a sudden jolt back, but thankfully Anton only held the very end of her long leash. Anton sat up in bed and pulled back on the chain just moments after Sophia got the base of the sword in her hand. She swung it wildly around, being nowhere near Anton but clearly sending him the message. He stood up in the bed as the two squared off. Sophia now stood between him and the opening and he was well aware of that. "You thought this out girl? I just have to call out and I'll get half a dozen men in here to take you down," He said in dead seriousness. "But not before I take you and maybe a few of your friends down with me. You said it yourself, 'you die and ride's over,'" Sophia said, not knowing if any of that threat was true. For all she knew that only applied to battle, but he seemed to be taking it serious enough that she felt she must have a leg to stand on. "You can come in now," he said as he looked over at the entrance to the tent. It cause Sophia to look over, just enough of a distraction for him to throw his end of the leash over the solid wood truss support of the roof. Sophia looked back too late to pull her leash free, he had already grabbed the other end. He now had her leash wrapped over the frame of the roof, and he was walking to the very back edge of the tent, taking out all the slack he could. Sophia tried lunging forward, but she was just a hair out of range. She tried swinging repeatedly, each time missing by nearly nothing. He held her chain in his hands above his head, not giving her enough slack to reach him. Sophia looked up to see what she might be able to do, giving him the opportunity to dash to the other side of the tent. Once he passed the central pillar, Sophia could no long follow. Sophia was held by the neck very much at the central pillar of the tent without the ability to pull up enough slack to go anywhere. "You were close.." Anton said as he put one hand on his heart. "It's beating a million miles a minute.. never a dull moment in deed." Sophia looked back around and saw nothing that could help. The tent was rather bare, and even taking her feet off the ground to push, she could not get Anton to release her chain. He slowly walked to one corner and found a small lock. To Sophia's dismay he pulled her leash tight and locked it to one of the far posts. He shook his hand that had very visible marking from where the chain had started to dig in. "Throw the sword down, out of reach." Anton instructed as he began to regain his composure. He strolled side to side along the far edge of the tent safely out of reach. "Never," Sophia said as she put both hands on the sword and took a few futile swings, landing nowhere near him. Anton opened a small chest at the far side of the tent, near the base of his bed. A smile crossed his face as he pulled out a long single tail whip. "I will cut that if it lands on my sword," Sophia threatened. "Well then I shall simply ask for another," he said as he whipped Sophia's calves. She moved the sword down too late to make contact and then moved it back into the center, hoping to be more successful a second time. She watched the whip and bent down to block it only to have it strike her back and upper arm. She looked at the smug satisfied face on Anton as he circled her once more. She also couldn't help but notice as his cock was once again becoming hard. "You come near me with that thing and I'll cut it off," Sophia threatened as she pointed to his cock with her sword. He simply took the opportunity to strike her one more time in the legs with the whip. "All the more reason why I need you to put that down," he said, cracking the whip at the optimum crescendo. It aimed for her ass and Sophia moved her sword into place more quickly this time, anticipating another strike would come at the end of his taunt. A light bit of bright red paint now soaked a portion of the whip, causing Anton to frustratingly throw it on the ground. "You will drop the sword," Anton insisted, walking back around to where Sophia's chain was. Bound Friends Pt. 16 Part 16 - Megan and the Benefits of Trust By JessBaby January 10 It had been a long day by the time Megan returned to her dorm. She had been out all day, swinging between classes, the library and occasional rest for food. Andrea and Zainab sat up in Zainab's bed as she opened the door. They were both under the covers, but were still visibly dressed at least, watching some show on TV. "Hey there, how's it going?" Andrea asked leaning back on her hands as she sat up. "Oh.. fine. Just been a long day," Megan said as she dropped her books and collapsed on her bed. "Is that.. is that the new season?" she asked pointing to the TV. "Sorry," Andrea said, quickly pausing the show. "We.. I.. Zee made me! She said she wanted to watch it now rather than wait for you, her fault!" "Liar.." Zainab mumbled under her breath. "No it's fine. Would you.. would you mind starting over so I can see it too?" Megan asked. "I got an idea, this is the perfect time for you to try the home cinema set I got you. Well, try it for watching something on at least. So how 'bout it? We'll watch something else, you catch up to the two episodes we've already watched, then we'll watch the third one together again," Zainab suggested. "Yeah.. sure that could work.." Megan said as she lethargically slid over towards her end table to retrieve the headset. She strapped it on and lay down on the bed, navigating by touching the side of the visor with her fingers. Then, silently, she put her hand down by her side and smiled. "You know technically I think it's spilled over to the fourth episode by now," Andrea whispered gently in Zainab's ear. "Yes, but only because somebody started distracting me," Zainab replied, clutching Andrea's collar . "You know, she can't hear you. Might as well finish what we started," Andrea teased. Zainab pinched the collar on one side, turning Andrea's already active NESIC up two more settings. She then placed her thumb gently but quickly on the small black glass gem which read her fingerprint. A small red light emanated from it briefly, indicating that it had locked the settings as they were. "Zee, I was kidding," Andrea said with slightly worried eyes. "Who's kidding?" Zaineb replied with a smile. Andrea groaned, running one hand back under the covers and cupping Zainab's uncovered ass to pull her closer. The two fell back down onto the bed, interlocking their bare legs and returning to the embrace they had been in just as Megan had returned. Zainab ran her hands down to begin to remove Andrea's top. Andrea began breathing deeply through her mouth, nervously thinking through what if Megan looked over. As Zainab brought the shirt up to the lower reaches of Andrea's bra she leaned in and kissed her. Andrea let out another groan, closing her eyes and sliding her hip ever so lightly, rubbing her crotch against Zainab's leg. Zainab took it as a sign to continue, unclasping Andrea's bra and beginning to slide it off with the shirt. She got it up to Andrea's neck, as far as she could easily go without Andrea raising her arms a bit more. "With her right there? Are you sure?" Andrea whispered timidly. "With the headset on she can't see, she can't hear," Zainab said as she finally began to make progress removing the last of Andrea's clothes. She flipped Andrea over forcefully, laying her on her stomach and placing her hands behind her back. As Zainab got up from the bed she ripped the covers away, leaving Andrea bare and exposed. Andrea moved her hand to her head to clear the hair blocking her vision but then quickly moved her arm back behind her before Zainab could notice. She saw Zainab grab an armbinder before returning. The soft leather slid up her arm easily, and left a hole in the bottom large enough for her two hands to fit through. The sheath stopped just above the elbow with another series of straps to fasten it around each shoulder. It did have laces, but as she often did, Zainab didn't bother with them. With the shoulder straps it could never come off, and that was often all Zainab needed. Andrea was a little flexible, but if Zainab tightened the sheath as much as she might like to at times, getting her elbows to touch, it would need to come off pretty quick. Zainab got up and straddled Andrea, her crotch resting just beside Andrea's ass and fingers. She leaned forward and brushed Andrea's cheek with one finger. "Besides, we both know you started it." "All I did was grab your ass under the covers," Andrea teased in protestation. "And look at where your little action has taken us. You should really think things through more before you do them, take some responsibility for your actions." Andrea squirmed slightly as she gave out a frustrated sigh. Her NESIC had been teasing her now for some time, and with her hands restrained and Zainab on top of her she was feeling quite tormented. She bit her lower lip, looking up at Zainab with pleading eyes. Zainab allowed herself to smirk as she leaned in and gave Andrea a light kiss. Zainab then shot up quickly, grabbing Andrea by the hips and scooting her down. She looked over and saw Megan was still very much enthralled in her show. She moved herself around, situating herself in front of Andrea with her back against the wall. She still wore a plain red t-shirt, but was naked beyond that. She spread her legs and slid further down, bringing her pussy right up to Andrea's face. Andrea placed her lips around Zainab's wet slit, licking up and down tenderly before eventually making her way to her clit. Zainab moaned and grabbed the back of Andrea's head, running her hands through Andrea's now nearly shoulder length hair that Andrea had continued to dye black. She bit her lip, trying not to make too much noise and tempt fate. But Andrea had gotten practiced at knowing how she liked it, and it wasn't long before Zainab was breathing very heavy and approaching orgasm. She began to arch her back, staring up at the ceiling. She grabbed Andrea with both hands, holding her close and tight. She gaped her mouth and began to cum, crossing her eyes in silent ecstasy. When she finally exhaled she let go of Andrea's head and slid up slightly, pulling herself away from any more stimulation. She caught her breath and looked down to see Andrea writhing around, trying to look up and plead for her turn. Zainab smiled and moved one leg over Andrea, allowing Zainab to slide down to lay next to her. She moved in and kissed Andrea deeply, flipping Andrea onto her side. Slowly, she moved her hand up Andrea's wet inner thigh. Zainab's thumb rested at Andrea's clit with the rest of her hand gently pressing against the rest of her pussy. "You want it slave? You wanna cum?" Zainab asked after finally pulling back from the kiss. Andrea began to vigorously nod her head. "Show me," Zainab whispered. Right away she could feel Andrea quickly begin to move and gyrate her hips. Andrea's pierced clit ran smoothly up and down Zainab's outstretched thumb, The motions began to become more jerky, more choppy, but no less desperate. Andrea squinted quietly, pleading with her eyes that she be allowed to cum. Zainab smoothly repositioned her hand, slipping three fingers inside Andrea. After no more than a few pumps, Andrea's leg began to twitch and her muscles tightened up around Zainab's fingers. She suppressed any loud sound, but still felt horse and out of breath by the end. Zainab wiped her fingers off on Andrea's leg before pulling herself in close again. She moved her arm under Andrea's head, allowing Andrea to fall forward and rest herself against Zainab's body. At the same time, she ran her other hand up and down Andrea's side from shoulder to ass. "Mmm Mistress?" Andrea asked quietly. "Yes that was my way of giving you permission," Zainab said, bending her head down to kiss the top of Andrea's head. "No, um.. could you turn my chip off now?" Zainab chuckled "Oh right.. of course." **** January 23 Andrea looked up from her book as she heard the door open. Megan came in and then leaned herself against the door, closing her eyes and letting her head rest against the wood. Andrea marked her place before gingerly setting the book down and sitting up. "No Zainab?" Megan asked finally. "No, she said she just had to run to go get something. Should be back any second.. just thought I'd get some of my readings done. You.. you alright?" Andrea replied. Megan put out her hand, it nervously quivered and fidgeted for a moment. She sat down on the bed leaning up against the wall and stashing her hands behind her. She opened her mouth briefly before once again closing it without saying a word. Andrea got up and moved over to Megan's bed and sat down next to her. She draped her arm around her, an arm Megan began to lean her head against. "I.. I'm just really raw right now.." Megan said as she began to tear up. "I'm sorry," she said as she turned her body around, burying her head in Andrea's shoulder and hugging Andrea tightly. "I had.. that woman Zee found.. I just had a session." "Something bad happen?" Andrea asked sympathetically. "No.. not bad.. just so.. no it's just a lot. Say it all out loud.." Megan sobbed, holding Andrea tightly. Andrea didn't know what to say, so she said nothing. Megan seemed to her like she just needed a shoulder, not an earful. The two sat silently for some time before Megan began to recompose herself. She pulled back and gave Andrea a smile. "Thank you." By the time Zainab returned a little over an hour later, everything seemed to have gone back to normal. Megan was hard at work typing something, and Andrea had gone back to reading. Still, Zainab seemed to enter cautiously, closing the door quietly behind her before walking over to her bed and sitting down next to Andrea. "So you took your sweet time," Andrea said quietly as she set her book down. "Sorry, everything good here?" Zainab asked, sitting up against the pillow-lined wall so she could still see Megan. "Yeah.. She seemed nice I guess," Megan replied as she rubbed her eyes and shut the lid on her computer. "I think things'll.. I don't know. Still kinda new I guess ya know?" **** February 6 Andrea strained and pulled at the soft leather sleeve encasing her arms. Extra straps pinned it tightly to her torso. Her legs were bent into a frog tie, with straps forcing her to keep her legs wide. A partial hood blinded her while leaving her mouth free to take a large spider gag. Her drool dripped onto the bed uncontrollably as she helplessly lay there, feeling the warmth of Zainab's legs on either side of her. She wore nothing else beside the collar she had yet to ever take off. Zainab leaned forward, running her hands again along Andrea's red ass, adding another line of scratch marks. Andrea shuddered and clenched her cheeks. Zainab slid her finger around, teasing Andrea's already well teased cunt. Andrea's NESIC, like Zainab's had been on a medium hum now for nearly an hour as the two had played. Zainab still wore her plain black v-neck, but had long ago abandoned anything below the waist. Her smooth leg rubbed itself along Andrea's side and along Andrea's exposed cheek. The prongs of the spider gag rubbed against her leg as it passed by, and she could feel the heavy warm breaths against her thigh. Zainab began to scoot herself a little more forward when she heard a key enter the lock at the door. She very quickly grabbed the covers that she had pushed to the bottom of the bed and pulled them over herself and Andrea just as Megan was entering the door. Zainab grabbed her phone and sat up so her knees created a kind of tent under the covers to conceal Andrea. She suddenly remembered why she thought earlier she should probably set an alarm. "Hey, how's it goin?" Zainab asked, pretending she had just been reading something on her phone. "Oh, you know, usual stuff I guess. Always feel.. worse-better I guess whenever I have a session with her. But the reading ain't gonna do itself!" Megan said as she collapsed onto her bed. The height of the desks meant that even sitting up it was a little hard to see over, but with Zainab bent forward to keep her legs where they are she could barely see over at all. Quietly, Zainab looked over, as she slowly went into her phone to try to turn their chips off. She managed to turn hers off, but when she tried to do the same for Andrea it ran into a problem. It set off an alarm sound, loudly warning her that the necklace overrides the phone so long as the settings are locked on the necklace. It required her thumb print at the black oval glass in the center of the necklace to unlock controls. "What's that?" Megan asked, still unseen as she lay flat in her bed. "Oh.. it's nothing.. just forgot to turn the ads off on the.. ad thing.. startup." Zainab fumbled clumsily. She could hear ever so lightly the sound of Andrea chuckling at the whole situation from under the covers. Zainab looked over and saw the ends of a book standing up on Megan's chest as she read. Carefully, slowly, Zainab began moving one hand under the covers while holding up her phone with the other. She surfed through, looking really at nothing at all as her hand blindly began to search for the collar around Andrea's neck. She followed along the bottom of Andrea's cheek, reaching for the black button that would unlock controls and allow her to finally turn off Andrea's NESIC. "Ugh," Megan grunted as she sat back up. Zainab quickly pulled her hand back up having not yet reached Andrea's collar. "These words are all.. blurring together. I need a break before I can be of any good with this shit. Wanna go grab something sweet, maybe the cupcake place?" "Oh.. maybe. Kinda not very hungry," Zainab lied. "Well, wanna maybe just come with me anyway? I don't wanna go on my own," Megan said as she reached for her phone. "Hey.. how about.. how about you just sit back and relax, watch something on your headset? I'll maybe be more up to joining you after about an episode or two of something," Zainab suggested. Megan set down the book and looked at Zainab skeptically. She stood up and sighed. "Hey Andrea." "Herho" came the gargled and muffled cry from under the blanket. "Do you two need a little time to finish up?" Megan asked with a raised eyebrow. "Ah Har" Andrea replied while Zainab closed her eyes in embarrassment. "Zainab, if you need more time.. just tell me. I'd rather that than have you hide it using that headset thing. I heard you last week in a pause between episodes. I didn't want to say anything cause I'm not good at conflict but.. comon! Not cool. I'm not just some potted plant. Could you just.. I don't know have a little more.. I guess respect or something? Don't try to just hide it like that like I'm an idiot or something." Megan said as she leaned forward, putting her elbows on her desk. "I know I asked this once before.. but is it cause I'm with one of your childhood friends? Does it make you uncomfortable to think of her in a sexual context?" Zainab asked, being careful not to sound deflective. "No, it's not about that. If that stuff bothered me I'd never be able to look at her again after last summer. No this is about me just trying to say it's my room too and trying to ask if you could just.. I don't know consider that I guess when planning this stuff?" Megan said defensively. "Sahorhy, ihe wahas.." Andrea began to say before giving up trying to make intelligible words with the gag still in her mouth. Zainab moved her right leg to Andrea's left side so her legs were no longer on both sides of Andera. It allowed her to scoot down and move the blanket enough to reveal Andrea's head. She quickly undid the gag and let it fall to the bed. "As I was trying to say," Andrea said turned her head over towards Megan. "Sorry, that was my fault. I made some joke about you not being able to hear anything, and then.. she got how she got and.. then the risk kind of made it.. well sorry. I should have tried to stop it." "Well maybe in the future just try to show a little restraint?" Megan said as she looked right at Zainab. Zainab ripped the covers off Andrea, suddenly revealing to Megan the web of leather that held her in place. Andrea instinctively squirmed, but in honesty she didn't feel particularly embarrassed. "See? Restraint!" "Sorry, you know what I mean.. a little moderation." "Yeah, no for real though, I am sorry. I kind of don't do moderation, and I sometimes forget that just about everyone else does." Zainab said as she finally took the time to turn off Andrea's NESIC, who sighed in relief and collapsed her head down onto the bed, covering one cheek in the accumulated drool. "But I did hear mention of cupcakes? I totally do cupcakes." **** February 14 "Ok, so.. I am.. off." Zainab said as she dashed around the room, checking to see if she had forgotten anything. Feeling confident she grabbed her messenger bag and headed over to Megan. "So you're sure.. you've got everything, I don't have to worry about you coming back and me walking in on you two doin'.. anything?" Megan asked. "Yep, not going to be back till at minimum tomorrow morning I promise. The peace and quiet is yours," Zainab said, raising her right hand like she was taking an oath. "And don't worry, I haven't spilled anything to Andrea. She still thinks your thing is tomorrow," Megan said, standing up briefly to give Zainab a hug goodbye. "Seriously, thanks for that. But she kept tonight free?" Zainab asked. Megan nodded her head, causing Zainab to give her one more hug before she quickly left, causing a sudden silence to sink across the room. Megan didn't know what Zainab had planned, but she had no doubt Zainab knew what she was doing. In the meantime, she simply put her feet up on her bed and re-opened her textbook right where she had left off. **** Andrea had just gotten back to her dorm room, barely had time to kick off her shoes and lay down before getting a message on her phone. She pulled it out of her pocket and her eyes went wide. Zee: A white van with DC plate number D8R 2X1 will be parked out front of your building in 9 minutes with an unlocked door. In 10 minutes it will leave with or without you. If you are not showered and in that van you will spend the rest of the night receiving shocks from your collar. Clock starts as soon as this message is opened. She bolted upright, removing her shirt as she stood. She wiggled out of her jeans, nearly tripping as she did trying to reach for her towel and shower basket. She stripped out of her front hook bra and bent over to remove her panties. As she grabbed the towel and turned around she noticed with a start that her roommate and her boyfriend had at some point opened the door and come in without her noticing. She gritted her teeth as her face turned a bright red. "Sorry, in a rush," she whimpered as she pushed past the two of them out to the hallway and towards the shower. She walked quickly in her sandals and towel, trying not to dwell on what just happened. It was perhaps one of the fastest paced showers she had ever remembered taking. She wanted to be properly washed for whatever Zainab clearly had waiting for her, but feared how long she would be just as much. She barely dried herself off, and only towel dried her hair before rushing back to the room. When she walked in the two were sitting on their bed and both stopped their conversation as soon as she opened the door. "Sorry, something very short notice came up, I didn't see you come in I swear," Andrea said preemptively, presuming the complaints she was sure were at least on their mind. Bound Friends Pt. 16 "Just.. yeah know.. space alright? The door has a lock you know," her roommate said more with a tone of annoyance than anger. That was fine with Andrea, she could deal with annoyance, she wasn't sure she had time to deal with anger right now. "You're right, this is 100% my fault. And trust me, I'm not going to forget this, I'll try harder in the future," Andrea said as she ducked behind a closet door to slide a new pair of black thong panties on with her towel still on. She pulled a t-shirt on without bothering with a bra, allowing her to drop the towel altogether without once again exposing herself. She pulled on a clean pair of jeans, squeezing in before buttoning only the top button. She grabbed her scarf, phone, keys and jacket. "Sorry to run, but I gotta go" she said as she slipped into a pair of cloth slip-on shoes. She finished buttoning her fly only in the elevator, throwing her scarf and jacket on in time for the doors to open at the ground floor. She checked her phone and it said the message was received 9 minutes ago, but she wasn't sure how exact that was. She saw a white van pull up and park only a moment or two later, she checked the plates and then tried for the passenger door. It was locked, so she tried the rear sliding door which opened easily. She shut the door before allowing herself to catch her breath and get her head to stop spinning. The van was divided, with the back compartment she was in being fully inaccessible from the front of the van. She saw out heavily tinted windows and a heavily tinted moonroof, but as she looked around she didn't see anyone else. The floor had dark carpeting, with two passenger seats facing backwards and one bench seat at the back facing forward. She felt her phone vibrate in her hand just as the van pulled away, conspicuously without any other passenger. Zee: Glad to see you made it, that makes your Mistress very happy that she will not have to spend Valentine's Day with a slave who can't follow orders. Andrea smiled. She had been so rushed she had almost forgotten entirely what day it was. Zainab had said she was busy today, and that tomorrow would be Friday and she'd be much more available then. She moaned as she felt her NESIC turn on, Zainab knew just when to play her. Zee: There should be two boxes and a bag in the van with you. Open the box with the red ribbon, it's your first gift. Andrea looked over and grabbed the box, untying the ribbon that was in a bow before opening it. Inside was a large brown teddy bear. It had its arms out in what looked like a hug and was made of soft but slightly scratchy material. Zee: My assistant will take over for a while, see you soon. xoxo "Assistant?" Andrea said looking at her phone in disbelief. "Yes.. assistant." came a slightly female robotic voice out of the teddy bear. Andrea was startled, initially dropped the bear and letting out a slight squeak. "You'll regret that." **** "I'm so sorry," Andrea said picking the bear back up. "You just frightened me is.." "Quiet," the bear interrupted. "I want you to speak only when ordered to. In fact, let's start there. Open up the other box." Andrea reached over for a box with blue ribbon on it that was significantly heavier than the other one and made a faint sound of metal clattering as she brought it over to her. She opened it up and saw it contained an assortment of bondage implements. A few locks, metal cuffs, leather hood, nipple clamps, a metal butt plug and a plain sized white ballgag. "Put the ballgag on now, and make it tight slut I don't want to hear any more of your complaining." the bear said with a surprising amount of insistence in its voice. And from a stuffed bear, each insult carried an extra sting of humiliation that Andrea couldn't help but feel. She pulled the ball gag around her and then looked down at the bear. "Come on slut, you can make it tighter than that," the bear said followed shortly by a brief but powerful shock from her collar. She didn't realize the bear had control, and to play it safe she tightened it not one but two more notches, putting slight pressure on the sides of her lips even at the best of times. "Very good, now put me in the far right chair and buckle me in, I want to be able to watch from there," he said. Andrea scooted over to the chair, feeling a little ridiculous to be buckling in a toy but did so anyway. "Now strip," the bear commanded. Andrea looked out and she could see clear as day they were still on campus. the van seemed to just be slowly doing a loop. She couldn't remember any more if she could see in at all, the windows seemed tinted but she wasn't sure if that meant she was totally hidden or just mostly hidden. Her heart started to race at the thought of it. Which caused her to smile realizing that was entirely the point. "No bra?" the bear asked as Andrea removed her shirt. She shook her head before looking around the van to figure out where best to put her clothes. "Put them all in the bag whore. You won't be needing these for a while." Andrea complied, folding the shirt crudely before placing it in the thick cloth bag that looked like it normally closed with a zipper. She unbuttoned her pants and put them away as well. "Let me see this thong," the bear ordered. The thong was actually new, it was meant to be a kind of "mutually enjoyable" gift for Zainab. It had an accompanying bra, but in the haste Andrea had forgotten to grab it. At the front it had a light pink bow but otherwise had a rather plain black floral lace pattern. "Yes, I think your Mistress will enjoy that very much," the bear said with lust dripping from every word. "Show me what a slut you are, grind your new thong in my face" Andrea felt the van slow down to a crawl, it was passing one of the places people waited for a shuttle, and the sidewalk was utterly filled with students. One she even recognized from one of her classes. She looked down at the bear and then slid forward, placing her crotch right in the stuffed toy's face, looking out at the students. They didn't seem to notice, but in Andrea's mind she was thinking how much of a slut she was being right in front of all of them. "Enough, you're like a cat in heat. I could hear how wet you are without even having to feel it." Andrea knelt before its chair and sheepishly nodded her head. "Put the cuffs on now slave." Andrea went over and grabbed the cuffs, closing them and screwing the locking pin in with an allen key that was in the box with them. The steel was cool and light, with a single D ring on each of the otherwise featureless cuffs "Lock the bag closed," the bear said as the van finally turned off of campus roads and onto the quiet residential streets beside it. Andrea felt a moment of hesitation, but only a moment as she obediently retrieved a small lock, zipped the bag closed and placed the lock through the hasp that connected the zipper latch to the bag, insuring it couldn't be opened back up. The van pulled over in a quiet neighborhood for some unknown reason. There were dense trees on the right side, all of course without their leaves. On the left were large houses with cars parked along both sides of the road sporadically. "Pick me up, pick the bag up, and step out of the van," the bear instructed. Andrea's heart began to race, she didn't even have her shoes with her, and if the van pulled away the bear wouldn't provide nearly enough cover to realistically be able to run back to campus without causing a very major scene. It became unthinkable when she tried to factor in the metal cuffs she wore. "Do I need to ask my slave again?" Andrea took one more look around. She could see cars in driveways, but she couldn't see people. And while there were no houses on the right, the trees and bushes were bare allowing a sometimes clear view across the canyon of some more houses in the distance. "Andrea.. it's ok. I won't let anything happen to you." She wasn't sure why this final reassurance from the plush animal was the tipping point, but it was. She grabbed it and her bag and opened the door of the van, stepping out onto the cold ground. She shut the door, out of habit mostly, before ducking down for what little cover she could make for herself. "Open the front passenger door and throw the bag in. Close it behind you," the bear said in muffled words as Andrea held it tight to her chest. She opened the door, looked over to see the manual steering wheel. She could engage an override and take that van anywhere, she could take back the control and end this now. She was pretty sure with some effort she could bust the zipper open on the bag and get her clothes back. Then another thought occurred: Why? She didn't know how much was directly Zainab and how much is some kind of mechanical autopilot, but she trusted her. She threw the bag in the front, closed the door and simply stood tall facing the van. She held up the bear, and vaguely saw the lense of a camera in one eye. She smiled from behind her gag and decided the bear deserved to be held with a better view of her nakedness. She held it up like a cell phone camera, giving it a total and complete look of her helpless form. "Alright showoff, back in the van," the bear said, with an almost sarcastic inflection. She didn't need to be told twice this time. **** Megan stared herself down in her room's mirror. It was getting on towards evening, and she still hadn't talked herself into deciding one way or another. She'd been having the conversation in her head for a while now. "You should go, if you don't like it you can always leave." "No.. but you still have next week's essay to deal with." "Oh there's always the weekend for that. Besides it'll be good to go out somewhere." "But wouldn't it be better to pick a time when your friends could come with you? It'd probably be a lot less intimidating." "Yeah.. well they only have open invitation mixers every other month. And if I blow it off now what's to stop me from blowing it off then too?" "Well if you have to spend this much time talking yourself into going, shouldn't that mean you should stay home?" "Oh shut up, you're not helping" Megan actually said out loud. "No. I'm going. That's that. I am." **** Andrea put the bear back in its seat and sat down in the middle of the bench seat facing it. "Spread your legs" the bear instructed. Andrea smiled from behind her gag and obeyed, sensuously running her hands down the top of her legs, putting her crotch and the pink ribbon on her panties on full display. She stopped trying to hold back the drool, allowing two small streams of it to drip out of either side of her mouth down onto her breasts. She even arched her chest forward and pointed her feet up on her toes, trying to present the sexiest possible version of herself. "I want you to tease yourself, bring yourself close to orgasm." With that Andrea's NESIC turned up to a higher setting, providing more than enough assistance as she gently slid a finger under her panties and began to rub her clit. She made sure to keep her legs spread and stared intently at the bear whenever her eyes were open. "Damn girl, you are not making it easy to wait," Zainab said to herself as she stared intently at the laptop showing a full screen feed from the bear. Her car was up ahead of the van but didn't provide nearly the privacy that the van did. She had to pull her hand away from her crotch as it naturally began to drift down towards it. She heard Andrea begin to moan, flexing her chest even farther out as she jostled slightly. "Moan louder, like the slut you are," Zainab typed, causing the bear to repeat it back to Andrea. Andrea took on the assignment with gusto, moaning loudly through her gag. "That's right. You like being treated like a worthless fuck slave don't you?" The bear asked in a slightly louder voice to make up for the sound already bouncing around the van. Andrea nodded her head through her gag gave the best "yehsh Mihshtrish" she could muster. "Mishtristh.. Mischtrish cahn hi prhese cuhm?" Andrea pleaded, hoping the bear had two way communication. She continued to rub her clit but she was getting very close. She gripped her knee hard with her free hand, trying hard to hold herself back. "Stop what you're doing you complete slut," the bear said as the van pulled over on another quiet residential street. "I do not want you cumming yet, you haven't earned the right." Andrea pulled her wet fingers away and set them gently on her leg. Her NESIC still ran, but without a source of continued stimulation it would not get her there. "Wipe your fingers dry on your face and under your nose, I want my slave to constantly smell her pussy, reminding her that she's nothing but a sex slave." Andrea shuddered at the humiliation. She began to rub her fingers along the top of her lip and the bottom of her nose. The smell was not so strong, but it was there and it was unmistakable. She nearly drifted her fingers back down to her crotch as she finished but opened her eyes back up and placed them instead back on her leg. "Bend over and present your ass to me slave," the bear said. Andrea slid down onto the carpeted van floor, turned around and presented her ass to the stuffed toy like a good little slut. "Using just the drool from your ball gag, lube up that buttplug and let me watch you shove it in." Andrea took it from the box. It was metal and bulbous, about an inch and a half at its thickest before thinning out to no thicker than a pencil. With plenty of drool she lined it up, sliding it in with only a little bit of resistance. She was not a terrible fan of anal play in many respects, but simple plugs like this were the exception. She loved how naughty it made her feel and loved that extra sensation coming from her other hole. "That's enough display whore, get back up on the seat. Grab the box, place it in front of you. Then at either side of the bench seat, you should see a short chain. I want you to lock your legs to the two sides, keeping them nice and spread." The bear said, as Andrea followed the various instructions. Next she was told to put on the nipple clamps, attaching a small weight to the chain that connected the clamps. With her piercings still in she had to bite down vertically, which always gave that extra bit of tug that she knew would hurt all the worse, but would only make her nipples extra sensitive the rest of the night. "Look behind your seat, there should be a chain dangling from the middle. You will need to lock your wrists to it. But before you do that you must put on the seat belt and the hood, so make sure you know things well enough to lock your wrists to the chain behind the seat without the use of your eyes or the ability to move your torso." The bear said in a quick succession of instructions. Andrea looked back and saw the chain hanging plainly enough. She got out the hood, it left two holes at her nostrils but would otherwise hide every aspect of her head and leave her totally blind. She tightened the waistline seat belt, pinning her to the bench before proceeding any further. She moved her fingers up to her neck, feeling the necklace, the collar, that said she was Zainab's. It gave her the courage to stop hesitating and put on the hood. She made sure the nostril holes lined up well before beginning to pull the laces tight, pressing the leather covering tightly around her face. She moved her fingers down to the two locks she'd left on the seat, taking one in each hand and moving her hands behind her. She quickly found the chain and worked the locks into place, locking her right hand with her left and her left hand with her right. The second click reverberated around the van, causing a slight moment of worry to try to take hold before she calmed herself and reassured herself that there was nothing any more she could do, she was only a helpless sex slave in the back of this stationary van. **** Megan was a bundle of nerves, but she managed to strut confidently the final few blocks from the bus. As she rounded the final corner she could just barely hear the dim thump of bass from inside as a couple of guys with red glowlight necklaces opened the door to walk in. Megan couldn't help but shiver as the cold draft hit, her black halter dress was not exactly ideal for February weather. She clutched her small purse and retrieved her ID and enough money for the cover. "First time? Haven't seen you round before," the bouncer asked as he looked over her ID. "Yeah.. first.. first time." "Well you picked a crazy night to start," he said as he handed back her card and took her money. "Why? Like crazy bad?" Megan asked, suddenly letting some of her doubts come to the surface. "You seen people tied up before? You been tied up before?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Megan nodded her head rather vigorously. "Then it won't be that crazy for you. Just these holiday parties.. sometimes it brings out the real vanilla people and their little heads just about explode. You'll probably do fine. So first are you alone or meeting someone? And second, where are you usually sub, dom, slave or switch?" "Um.. alone. I.. and slave I guess," Megan softly and trepidatiously replied. "Alright, come forward here for a second," he said as he pulled out a pink glow necklace. He cracked a section to turn it on and then fitted it around Megan's neck. The two sides clicked together audibly, with more than enough slack to not be restricting but just short of enough to slip off over her head. "This is your re-entry and it's color coded. Blue for sub, red for dom, pink for slave, yellow for switch. Any other color means they aren't looking for anyone new, generally those people skip the more public mixers but there are a few in there.. Still with me?" the bouncer asked as Megan's eyes seemed to gloss over. "Oh.. yeah. Yeah sounds good, I'm excited," Megan lied. Well, at least lied a little. She had spent the entire trip here psyching herself up. She'd been thinking how much fun it could be for the last few days since she set it as a target to try and do. But right now, walking through the first set of doors, excited was more than a bit of a lie. Just beyond the second pair of doors was a bar, though there didn't seem to be too many people at it. To the left were a series of couches, padded tables and seats. People sat around nursing their drinks and chatted. Some in various states of undress and some in various states of bondage. To the right was a small smattering of dungeon equipment. Most of them being used and many of them with curious onlookers. Megan slowly began walking to the right, taking small deliberative steps. She was particularly transfixed by the woman that was most central who wore nothing at all. Her hands were tied with rope to a bar that hung from the ceiling. She was hovering off the ground with another bar forcing her to keep her legs spread. She was slowly spinning as well, showing off the many red marks she had obviously been accruing for some time. The few watching gave the man with her enough space to not get hit themselves as he whipped the girl. The girl had a bar of some kind in her mouth, and as the whip cracked against her skin she screamed into it, but there was no strap holding it in. If she simply opened her jaw it would fall to the floor. The screams were not the sounds of someone being tortured though, they were closer to the kind of sound you might make when getting a particularly good massage to a particularly sore spot. A drop of pain allowing for a sea of pleasure. When the next blow struck, the whip wrapped around her torso causing her eyes to go wide and was followed by her jostling and coiling her feet. "Would you like to try something like that?" a man wearing a red necklace asked as he walked up to Megan from behind her. He was no taller than she was and had a face of even stubble. "Do you like pain, slave?" Bound Friends Pt. 16 "It can be.. yes.." Megan replied, nervously brushing her hair behind her ear. "Come with me then, I just saw a spot opened up," the man said as he hooked his index finger around Megan's collar and began to lead her towards the corner of the hall. There was a simple padded bench there with a small shelf near it. It was a little darker over there than where the woman had been suspended, but Megan could make out some of the shelves contents. She saw a clear plastic yoke on the top and saw several coils of rope, each wrapped in an individual bag. There was a kind of laundry hamper on the bottom shelf that was filled with disorganized knots of rope. The man led Megan around to one side of the bench while standing on the other himself. "Hair up," he commanded as he reached for the yoke. Megan held her shoulder length hair up to give this man a clearer view of her neck so he could attach the collar. She heard it click shut before he reached over to grab her left hand. He didn't ask this time, he simply placed her hand in the restraint and closed it, followed quickly by the other. Megan looked to her side and saw that two small pins popped up as the cuffs closed. It looked like all that would be needed to free her hands were to push them back down but they were still many inches beyond what any of her fingers could reach. Holding her yoke, he spun her around so that she now faced away from him. She felt it as his hands went up to the ties holding her dress on. A knot in her stomach began to build as she realized she was helpless to stop this man, whose name she suddenly realized she didn't even know, from completely undressing her in this public place. But as unsettling as it was it was still vaguely exciting. She couldn't stop him, and so this was all out of her control. She was at his mercy. As the double knot was undone, the dress fell forward easily, stripping Megan of any covering above her hips. His hands came from behind her, groping her breasts. It felt strange, Megan didn't know if she loved him taking charge or hated his presumption. Maybe both would be more accurate. But for now she was his slave, and she didn't want to back out so early. His hands slid down her sides, pushing what remained of the vaguely stretchy dress material off. Megan had on a pair of black sheer bikini briefs that he seemed to leave intact. "Step out," he instructed, causing Megan to swallow nervously and take one side step in her black three inch sandal heels. He picked up her dress and set it to the side where Megan had earlier set down her purse. He walked around the bench, back into view, only to quickly spin Megan back around. She felt him wrapping rope around her left ankle before tying it off to one side of the bench. He did the same to the other, pulling her leg a little wider than Megan had expected to be, but in the end secure. Megan gave each leg a pull and knew instantly that she wasn't going anywhere. When he appeared in her sight again, it was once again cut short. He had another coil of rope in his hand and fastened it to the center of the yoke. With a tug, Megan was bent over, barely able to look up and folded securely over the padded bench. He fastened the rope to a ring in the floor and then got up and walked out of sight. The next thing Megan felt was the sudden thud of a paddle. She yelped slightly, feeling at that moment very self-conscious for letting out such a girly noise. The next hit was much more expected, and without the shock of surprise it was a much more welcome sensation. There was a thuddy pain, but it always gave way to a short rush after each hit. As the assault continued, the pain began to get more acute. Sharper, more defined. She was sure her ass had become bright flaming red by this point. She began to think about asking him to dial it back. As the pain increased, the pleasure did too, but she knew from experience there will be a cutoff point. A point when the pleasure can't keep up, and that there is only the pain. She opened her mouth, just about to say something, when he seemed to stop on his own. Her ass cheeks were bright red and radiating heat as he ran his hands along them. The soothing touch caused Megan to moan. He moved his hand up, leaving only the tips of his fingers on her, and began running the ends of his fingers along her ass like a rake. He loved the way white lines would always form on a big pink ass. As his nails began to scratch Megan bit her lower lip, wanting to tell him to stop but also enjoying the sensation immensely. "I have to say slave, your ass looks absolutely amazing bent over like this," he said beside Megan. Megan tried to look over his way but couldn't see him. She was surprised how much having her arms pinned as they were affected her ability to look around. She then felt the sting of a flogger. He seemed to be more interested in her thighs with it, but whenever he would strike her ass she would scream a little, still subdued and to herself, but clearly loud enough to be heard. He began to hit at a drastically more rapid pace, wirling the device around in a circular motion rather than building up each hit with a separate swing. The stinging when he started to whip her pussy began to bring tears to her eyes. She began to struggle, pulling her knees together as little as she was able and moaning louder and louder to that it hurt. "Slave, are you going to keep embarrassing me like this? You have an audience now after all." he said, causing Megan to turn to her left to see at least three people she could see watching her. But from her limited vantage point she had no problem believing there were more. "No sir," Megan said, not really sure why she said it the moment the words left her lips. She was feeling the pain but she had just started. She didn't want to back out already. And now she had people watching, she didn't want to be embarrassed in front of them if she had any choice. And as long as she was on that bench, she felt she could honestly say she didn't have a choice. She felt a loud, powerful hit from the flogger again. She cried out in pain, it was significantly stronger than any of the previous hits. "I'm going to get to 10 of those, unless you can give me two in a row where you stay quiet ok slave?" Megan nodded her head and gritted her teeth for the next blow. It hit hard on her other cheek, but she managed to suppress any instinct to scream. "Very good," he said as he ran his hand along the cheek he just struck. But when he returned to the original cheek Megan couldn't hold back again, crying out once more and watching a tear fall down to the ground below her. The next blow she received she tried holding her breath on an exhale, figuring correctly that she could control the scream a lot better if she had no air to scream with. When the next blow landed she did the same and felt a rush of excitement wash over her. "Very good indeed slave," he said as he knelt down in front of her to meet at eye level. he reached his hands out to press down on the two nubs that freed each of her hands, and finally pushing the one behind her head that removed the yoke from her neck altogether. "Alright slave, this was fun. Now it's your job to clean all this up. If you want to do it again just find me.." he said as he patronizingly patted her on the head. Megan stood up and felt behind her with her hands. She felt welts forming and it was all incredibly sensitive to the touch. She decided she should have said something earlier, this was way more punishment than she preferred. She felt pretty sure she wouldn't be trying to find him again tonight. **** Andrea's mind was racing. Why hadn't they moved? Why was the van just sitting here? She didn't know if it had been a very long 5 minutes or a very short 50, but however long it had been her NESIC had kept her teased and her hood kept her from seeing anything, it even seemed to diminish her hearing as cars drove by they sounded quieter than they had when she wasn't wearing the hood. "This it?" Andrea thought she heard from outside. It sounded like a male voice coming from someone approaching the van. "Yeah, these are the right plates. And we should be able to just open up the door.." she heard another male voice say from what seemed to be right outside the van. To her utter horror she then heard the door open, she even felt the cold breeze of an open door and felt the van ever so slightly rock as at least one person got inside. "Yep, got the bear, got the tied bitch, it's the right van for sure." The van door than was slammed shut with the kind of speed that could only have been a person closing it. Andrea breathed heavily through her nose, worried by this turn of events. Who were these men? How had they known about her? Zainab. She suddenly realized this must all be a setup. It didn't make the situation seem safer, but it certainly started to abate the worst aspect of panic from otherwise taking over. She felt a gloved hand run along her breast, before another hand yanked at her nipple chain. She groaned through her gag and through her hood, and she was sure it could hardly have been heard. She tried moving her head around, darting around to see if there was any help identifying them. The van once again began to drive, and Andrea knew that these two were just going to be passengers for the next little while. Another gloved hand began to feel around her panties, rubbing her lightly and giving her attention she had been desperately craving. "God, this slut's cunt is so fucking wet," one of them said to the other. She didn't care if it made her a slut she began to lean into the hand, trying to extract every bit of movement possible. Both hands soon pulled away and Andrea was left with the distinct feeling of multiple sets of eyeballs examining her every exposed piece of flesh. "So remind me again, what was that word she kept using?" "Objectify," the other man replied. "We're supposed to objectify this worthless piece of pussy. Really just degrade this chained up chick, break her down. You know she's supposed to have done this to herself?" "Get out serious?" The other man replied with a bit of a chuckle. "Hey, hey cunt, you do all this to yourself?" Andrea nodded her head. It was hard for her to tell where they were, but she assumed they must both be in the two single seats that face her. She knew "that girl" must be Zainab, so she was sure these men wouldn't cross a line, but with so little information it still allowed her mind to run to wild crazy places. What if one of them decides to keep her after? Then she started to think about how Zainab knew these people. She pictured them as two burly construction worker types, they certainly had the accent. She thought for a moment maybe these were men Zainab seduced to do her bidding, a thought she didn't like. She started pulling at her bindings starting to feel overwhelmed again. "So d'you ever meet this chick? The one that told us 'bout slutbag over here?" One of the men asked, causing Andrea to pause in her struggles to hear the answer. "Nah, she just said we could feel up some girl if we met her right where she was." Somehow that answer calmed her down. She hated when she felt jealous, and she knew that's what it was, jealousy. Made her bondage never any fun. Which she laughed at herself for more than a few moments. Thinking she'd rather be two guys off the street than two people who were long time and current lovers with Zainab. Cause that makes a lot of sense. One of the gloved hands returned to Andrea's crotch, making slow casual circles around her clit. It was exactly the kind of attention she was craving. She had been denied an orgasm now for some time, and being tied up and on display was making her seriously horny. The thumb traveled back, discovering the base of Andrea's butt plug and beginning to push on it. Andrea began to moan more loudly as the two sensations combined with each other. She felt another hand come back and feel around her upper chest, wrapping sensuously around her neck and her collar. She felt another hand tug at her nipple clamps again, pulling tightly right as the hand at her crotch sped up. "I think this filthy whore's about to cum," she heard one of the men say. Andrea felt the hand around her neck get ever so slightly tighter, not to the point of choking but certainly enough to make breathing a little more difficult. "Then I say let the slut cum." Andrea wasn't sure if that was official permission, but it was good enough for her. She stopped fighting and allowed the building orgasm to completely overwhelm her. She felt light headed and floaty, pulling at her chains and restraints but all the while the hands not letting up. There was nowhere for her to run, she was at these men's will and began to scream in exaltation as the world became about nothing but the pleasure she was feeling. Even as the hands retreated she lay there limp and numb to the world, wrapped up only in the slowly fading glow. **** Megan untied herself from the frame and quickly put her dress back on. The skirt went to just an inch or two above her knee, covering any redness that she'd received. It had a little line of dirt along one side now after the man simply tossed it to the apparently not so clean floor. She brushed it off as best she could, but the stretchy black materiel didn't brush off so easily. She put the ropes away in the basket before picking up her purse and heading to the bar. "Excuse me, could I just get a bottle of water?" Megan asked, just barely getting the bartender's attention. "Make that two bottles of water would you?" a man in a red necklace said as he walked up to the bar beside Megan. He was a large man. Bald and imposing, overweight for certain but in a way that made it obvious that a lot of it was muscle. "Hi, I'm Megan, and your name is?" Megan asked seeing it as an opening to engage. "I'm sorry, what was that slave?" he asked, not even turning his head to look at her. "Sorry.. just with walking right up.. I thought.. introduce myself and.. sorry did I do something wrong?" Megan said apologetically. "I'd say so," he said as he turned to her and slapped his hand down hard onto her ass. Megan jumped forward, putting her uncomfortably close to this man who leaned forward and closed almost all remaining distance between them. He ran his hand along her ass, feeling around and casing Megan to quiver at the intimidating touch of such sensitive flesh. "It feels like someone's already been working your ass over today salve, so I wouldn't think I'd have to tell you. But slaves don't get to be equals, you are here to serve your betters. My name? I am Sir to you." "Yes sir," Megan said. She felt herself turn white as her arms almost felt numb and lifeless at her sides. "Here, why don't I remind you," he said as he grabbed her by the back of the neck and bent her down to the ground. Megan got onto her knees and eventually to all fours, putting up no resistance as she was pushed until her face rested on the cool but dirty floor. "Lick my shoes slave." he said as he let go of her neck and moved his right foot forward. Megan looked up and saw him staring daggers down at her. She looked over and saw to other people in red necklaces and one in blue all watching. She thought about getting up, telling this guy to fuck the hell off, but something stopped her. She felt humiliated, but it was at least a kind of erotic humiliation. A kind she could still get pleasure out of. Maybe. More than making a scene would at least. It made a little part of her put out her tongue and begin to lick this man's black leather shoes. She had an audience expecting her to be a slave, and slaves are supposed to lick their master's shoes. After only a few licks he pulled his shoe away. Megan began to instantly feel cold water falling in a stream on the back of her neck and the back of her head. One of the nearby onlookers laughed as the man emptied half his bottle over her before dropping her full bottle to the floor beside her. Only when he began to walk away did Megan start to get up. The dusty floor had become mud on her face, and her hair was now a mess. But she got up, the bartender was ready with some towels and she began to dry herself off. She leaned back against the bar top, trying to regain her composure. "Hey, you ok?" a guy in a yellow necklace asked. He was scrawny, young and black. "Here, why don't we.. um.. you wanna just sit down for a bit, catch your breath?" he asked with a rather shaky amount of confidence. "Yeah.. just sit though right?" Megan asked. "Oh yeah. Just sit that's all. Name's Ethan." **** What finally brought Andrea the rest of the way back to reality and down from her high was the jerk as she felt the van come to a stop again. It felt like it pulled over, not simply stopped at a stoplight. "Well, it's been really fun missy, but now it's someone else's turn I guess," one of the guys said before the door swung open and a cool breeze began to hit. It felt like the two men left before someone else got in and shut the door behind them. The van began pulling away again, and this new passenger, if they actually existed, seemed content to sit in quiet. Andrea could swear there was someone else with her in the van, she felt eyes all over her. Andrea moved her head about, hoping to hear something, anything to prove she wasn't imagining it. After a good bit of driving the person finally spoke. "Hello slave. I hope you've been nice and comfortable." came a woman's voice. Andrea couldn't place it but she was sure it wasn't Zainab, and knew also that Zainab was not good enough at disguising her voice to hide if it were her speaking. "Are you ready for a change of position?" Andrea nodded her head, she wasn't sure how long it'd been, but her nipples were becoming very sensitive. Every time the car bumped or turned, the weight on the chain would move about sending new waves of pain through her. They were becoming gradually more sharp, more electric, she knew this meant that her nipples had nearly taken all they could endure from the nipple clamps A pair of soft woman's hands felt up her left leg, before getting up onto the bench straddling her leg. She felt whoever it was bending over the bench seat to do something back near the chain attached to the seat where her hands were. With a click, she felt the tension in her hands soddenly change, the woman had unlocked the chain from the seat while leaving the arms pinned to each other. The woman turned forward and brought her hands up to Andrea's left nipple. "I'm sure this is going to hurt," she said right before removing the nipple clamp. As the blood rushed back in, Andrea bit down hard on her ballgag and pulled forward, bringing her hands out from behind the seat. Andrea felt the woman lift her back up before removing the right clamp without any further warning. The woman pushed Andrea back against the seat before bringing her mouth around Andrea's nipple. They were incredibly sensitive, and every lick, every flick, sent powerful streaks of lightning rumbling through her body. The woman moved on to repeat this with her other nipple before finally stopping altogether. "You're quite the slut aren't you, being teased like this by a stream of strangers. I bet you're soaking wet aren't you?" the woman asked. Andrea sheepishly nodded her head. She was enjoying all of this, and the fact that Zainab was probably watching through that doll was enough to keep her trusting that probably nothing terrible would happen. It was enough to kill the panic, but enough to allow for the thrill that it still might still go bad. She felt objectified and helpless like she hadn't felt in a long time. Andrea felt the woman unbuckle her from her seat belt after the car came to a stop. She grabbed Andrea and helped her forward onto her knees. It was awkward with Andrea's legs still on short chains to the bench, but she took most of her weight as she shifted off of her feet. She knelt with her legs very spread and her hands still held behind her but was otherwise upright. Bound Friends Pt. 17 Part 17 - Lea and the Alien Experience She opened her eyes. Leota saw only blackness, blackness and Vera. She looked over and saw her walking closer. She approached, looking longingly over Leota's bound body. Leota still lay back against the robot she was tethered to, and knew better than to struggle in her bindings. She did not know how much time had gone by, but she had woken dozens of times this way. Opening her eyes, she saw only the world she could imagine. It's realness, that stopped mattering to some degree quite a while ago. Some wakes were followed right away by food. Some by a trip to a bathroom to be washed and prepared for the time that came after. All the men, all the women, Vera's guests. It was Leota's job to pleasure them all. Vera never rewarded her with her touch, what is not real cannot reach out and touch what is. But she would often give a kind smile, an approving nod, occasionally a more wicked smile or cackle. Leota had long ago lost all track of where she was, she was simply along for the ride. The robotic assistant, Vera's right hand, it told her in cold monotone what to do. Where to turn. When to stop. On a few occasions, her wake began with a strange ritual. She would be led back onto linoleum, away from the tile and carpet everyone else seemed to occupy. It was the rare time when her hands were ever freed. Men, and their large callous hands meant they were almost certainly men, they poked and prodded her arms. Vera's assistant gave Leota instructions to follow. Spin her arms. Make a fist. Explain if anything hurts. They would often take their time, and in the end they would always replace the arm restraints. She would thank them and go back into the service of Vera. But this was a rare thing, and had just happened the last time she woke, so she was sure this is not what would be waiting for her now. Leota was lifted forward to her feet, a once awkward move that had become quite familiar to her. She was instructed forward, and followed. Vera had decided to walk beside her. She often rode astride the robot that held her leash, but as she looked to her side she could see Vera casually strolling beside her. An unsettled feeling began to drift over Leota as she felt a new kind of floor. A more polished floor. Stone of some kind, with great distances between the thin seams. She looked over to Vera who seemed unphased, and it calmed her. Leota stepped over a small patch of metal before turning and being called to a hault. She felt the floor rise, and the shape of the elevator car began to become clear in her sight. Vera stood by a panel of buttons, leaning against the far wall with one of her wicked grins. It at once made Leota both apprehensive and excited. Vera was taking her into the unknown, up to a floor much higher than what she had been in prior. She was told to back up, and was lead down another smooth floor, over a cool metal door threshold and into a room. Here, the instructions were even more unusual than during one of her examinations. She was told to curtsy, not something she was used to or even sure would look like anything at all with her arms behind her and without any clothes to cover her nakedness. Then she was told to spin, first one way and then back the other way to untangle herself from her leash. Then, strangest of all, there was nothing. There was so rarely nothing. Leota looked to Vera who simply stood there contemplatively. She was just about to start worrying when she felt the soft delicate touch of a woman's hand. She gasped as the hand slowly slid down her arms, feeling her restraints. The hand seemed curious, and was joined by another that cupped her cheek and turned her head. "You are asked to confirm you can't see anything," the cold robotic voice said in her ear. "No, I can not see at all," Leota replied softly. The hand on her cheek began to climb up and run itself through her short hair. She couldn't be sure exactly when it had started to grow back, but Leota had noticed the sensation of hair returning to her head now for some time. Several inspections ago, the had re-applied hair removal gel to everywhere below the neck, but they seemed to consciously decide not to remove the hair on her head this time. She imagined it still looked like a fresh buzz cut, but it was at least no longer fully absent. "Kneel," the cold voice commanded. Leota obeyed, getting down on her knees and resting her ass on her legs. She spread her knees slightly, it gave her balance and on more than one occasion she had been reminded to do so. She was sure it made for a more inviting posture. A delicate female hand ran through her short hair. Leota raised her head, she still saw only what her mind created but she could feel that someone must be right in front of her. She felt her chip spring to life, something that caused her to gape her mouth and close her eyes. The woman's other hand cupped her chin, placing her thumb in Leota's mouth. It was vaguely sweet, but only slightly, like it had recently used a fruity moisturizer. Leota closed her mouth around the invader and sucked. She felt something firm press up against her crotch. As it started to move it was very clearly a shaved leg running slowly up and down. Leota began to match the movement. This woman's slightly coconut aroma was beginning to fill her nostrils. And between the touching and now the chip, Leota moaned with pleasure as she began to grind against this woman's leg. As she did, her clit piercing slid along as well, doing its part to bring her closer and closer to orgasm. She neared completion and desperately shook her hips harder, beginning a series of yelping pants leading up ultimately towards a gratifying end. Just shy of one however, the leg pulled itself back. Leota sat unsatisfied as now even the hands had pulled back. The sensations from her chipped continued, but now she was alone again. Alone in the dark silence with only Vera. **** "Tilt your head to one side," the voice commanded her. It was an odd instruction, one she had never gotten before, but one she obeyed. The bent her head to one side, before feeling her head being pushed completely horizontal with her left half facing up. She felt something being poured into her ears, something that seemed to be heating up "Hold your head still," the voice commanded her through her right ear only. She could feel the liquid loosening the plugs that had been in her ears for so long. She suddenly had the prospect that this was all coming to an end. A point reinforced as she felt someone behind her removing her collar and her arm restraints. Once free, she immediately moved one hand in front of her to hold her steady while the liquid continued to dissolve whatever adhesive was there. After a few minutes she felt someone reach in with tongs and pull the plug out. They rinsed her ear out with plenty of water, but even with the sound of rushing water she could hear people talking not far from her. A gruff voiced man told her to turn her head to the other side, where they placed some liquid in again and gave her the chance to listen in more thoroughly. "Three months?" came the worried sounding voice of a woman. "Sorry, that's the shortest contracts we normally do, and this is something we've discussed" Marian said. At least Leota believed it was Marian, her vision was still blocked by the contacts. "Normally?I mean.." the woman asked hopefully. "Well, we could maybe make an exception if you take a cut to pay," Marian said. "Sir?" the woman said in a somewhat different tone. "Please, you know that I've never refused anything you've told me to do. Just tell me.." "A part of that though is I try not to make you do anything you can't handle," came a man's voice. "But.. I.. if you're having second thoughts you can still say no." "I hate to say no to you though!" the woman said in conflicted anger. "Look, ever since you saw it a few weeks ago it's about all you could talk about. You said it was a huge fantasy of yours, huge fantasy of mine, and a little extra cash never hurts. I mean, what's three months? We already told your friends you'd be out of town' and unreachable. But as much as you might want me to here, I can't force you to sign, that's got to be of your own free will," he said in what Leota could feel was a comforting tone. "We've been over the contract now on camera, I brought her up so you could see her again for yourself, now are you going to sign or will you need more time to decide?" Marian asked. "I.. I.." the woman said indecisively. "For what it's worth.." Leota said, interrupting the indecisiveness. "For what it's worth.. time passes differently when you're isolated like this. Three months might not be as long as you might think." "And I'd get one of those chips too?" the woman asked after a noticeable pause again. "Yes, we'd fit you with one right away. It's factored in to the compensation you would be getting," Marian said. Leota's attention was interrupted as someone had returned to remove her second ear plug, rinsing the area with water and muffling whatever else might have been going on. When they finished, Leota pulled her head back up straight, rubbing her ears with her hands. She could hear some people leaving before she felt a pair of hands helping her to her feet. "Thank you, I've been spending an inordinate amount of time today with this girl and her last minute cold feet," Marian said, clearly standing right in front of Leota. Leota tried to make herself see Marian, but all she could see was the hand on her arm. "I.. does that mean I'm done now? Is my contract finally up?" "What? No.. God no, it's only February 2nd." Marian said with a mix of bemusement and pity. Leota's heart sank a little bit. She wasn't even sure what made her ask that, deep down she felt she knew that. It had just all.. so utterly blended together. She was simply glad to hear another voice again even if she could not see their face. "Can I take these contacts off yet?" "Not yet, it's better you keep them on for a bit longer while we get you situated for your next assignment. Lindsey will walk you out," Marian said as her voice trailed off like someone walking slowly away. A woman grabbed Leota by the arm and began to lead her away. Leota patiently followed. **** Leota's mind raced, trying to think of where they were taking her or why they hadn't removed her blackout contacts. An elevator trip was involved, but it seemed her guide was happy not telling her anything. After they walked through another door the air got louder and hotter. It sounded like the background humming and pumping of an air conditioner or a utility room. It smelled of something not exactly pleasant, but something she couldn't identify. She nearly jumped with surprise as she was led onto a slightly damp plastic tarp. Suddenly her mind started to think of terrible thoughts about what could possibly require putting a tarp down and what exactly was making it wet.. "Um..what's.." she started to finally ask as they came to a stop. "Just relax and open up," a woman said approaching from Leota's other side. When she opened her mouth she felt something large and soft go in, filling over her teeth like a mouthguard. "bite down," the woman said once she had gotten the thing fully into place. It made her cheeks puff up a little, and didn't let her jaw fully close. There was something sticking out of her mouth, a tube of some kind, forcing her lips to lock around it.The woman fitted two plugs, one into each nostril that expended out like foam earplugs. Leota couldn't breath through the plugs, but it seemed the mouthguard let her easily breath through a small tube that dangled off of it. "Now we're going to start in just a second here. I need you to hold your arms out and spread your legs a bit," The woman instructed. "And even though the contacts act as a second layer of protection, it's really important that you keep your eyes shut. Try not to shut the lids too tight or they'll bunch up and that'll make it harder, but do not open your eyes again until you're told is that understood?" Leota closed her eyes and nodded her head. She heard the sound of pumping, and felt a spray of cool liquid hitting her. It stung slightly, but may have just been a result of whatever was being used to spray her. On more than one occasion the spray would disappear and be replaced by what felt like a hair dryer on high. This cycle went around her body, catching every knook and cranny.. all of them, for what seemed like a very long time. When the machine finally sounded like it had spooled down, Leota's arms were very sore from having to hold them away from her body, particularly after so long without use. Leota felt a chair being backed up to her legs, and without needing to really be told she collapsed back into it. It felt like a cheap plastic lawn chair, but it had arms to rest hers on. She laid out her feet in front of her and felt the machine ever so briefly return to life to get the soles of her feet with a cycle of spraying and heat drying before once again spooling down. Someone then moved around to stand behind her and began to lather something into her hair. Leota heard some people walking towards her, cracking the plastic tarp below their feet as the walked. "Wow.. this is so freaky.." came the voice of a woman beside her. "She all done and stuff?" "Just got to let the hair dye set, otherwise yeah." came the voice of the woman that had been working on her. "You can open your eyes and we'll take out those contacts now." Leota sat up in anticipation. She was sure things would be rather blinding but she was excited to finally be able to see again. Her companionship with Vera had been able to get her through, but without the isolation of sound she couldn't see her any more. It was all too real now to continue the pretend. She felt her eye being held open and felt a slight pressure on her eye as someone carefully tried to grab the contact. The light came blaring in, almost overwhelming but she quickly shut her eye and bent forward. Opening it only slowly as she looked down at the ground, a vaguely black liquid covered the tarp on the floor. "You ready for the other one?" the woman behind her asked. Leota closed her good eye and sat back up, nodding her head. The second one came out quickly and she was soon bent back over trying to acclimatize to the return of her sight. "You alright?" the woman who had recently entered the room asked. She walked in front of Leota and at first Leota didn't understand what she saw. She worried her color perception was off, the woman's feet were a deep royal purple. She began to follow the legs up, revealing a naked woman that was purple all the way up to her short white hair. Here nipples and her clit were adorned with piercings similar to her own. "You.. am I.. seeing things or are.." Leota stammered as she extended a finger to point. She startled herself to see her own hand was a matching deep purple. Leota looked behind her, trying to make sense of it all, seeing only the woman behind her wearing a white jumpsuit that had sprays of black all over it. Her face, however was white with a bit of a healthy tan. It took a moment, but Leota finally started putting it together. "We're both purple aren't we.." "Yeah but don't have to be so blue about it.." the woman playfully teased. "Oh.. come on I know that was bad but.. oh they didn't tell you any of this did they? They gave me the whole rundown while they were still hosing you down I guess." she asked as she knelt down and rested her arms on Leota's bare legs. "No.. not.. no nothing." "Hey, that's alright," she said as she moved one hand under Leota's chin to make her look up. "Ya gotta admit though, it is kinda cool right? I mean they spray us with this stuff, set it in with UV lights and boom!" she said punctuating her speech by slapping her hand down. "Now we're a couple of beings from another world! At least it won't be boring right? And hey, maybe we get to like each other. It will be a little weird at first though.." "How.. how so?" Leota asked feeling like she was barely keeping up with everything. "I mean.. look at us. They did a fair job of matching I'll give'm that." Leota started to look the woman up and down, noticing for the first time that she actually did have a striking resemblance to her. Her cheeks were the same flat shape, her jaw just as pointed as her own. As she stood up she noticed that the woman also seemed to be the same rough height and had very similar proportions. Andrea and Megan had close physiques, this woman was even closer to her. "Name's Rora. " **** "That's kinda crazy, so you couldn't see or hear at all for that whole time?" Rora said as she set her water down. The two of them had gotten robes to put on and were sitting at a workstation enjoying a meal. "Yeah.. I.. no nevermind." "Go on.. tell me. I won't judge," Rora said as she sat forward. "I.. it's embarrassing to.." Leota stammered out. She sunk back in her seat, blushing as little as showed. "I.. I kind of.. I started seeing someone. Like I know she wasn't real but.. I.. well deep down I knew it wasn't real but day to day I kind of just.. went with it." "So that mean you prefer women? Or is this woman special? Got anyone drilled deep back in your mind there?" Rora asked inquisitively. "I.. I mean.. those are totally different questions. I mean I do.. I prefer woman. I thinks an understatement." "Eh.. prefer whatever you want. I'm kind of a take all comers kinda gal.." Rora said as she sat back in her chair. "No.. I mean.. I only really prefer women." "Oh.." Rora said, suddenly losing the jovial tone she had just been using. "So was it your girlfriend? Or do you not have anyone you think of like that.. or.." "No. I, I have.. she doesn't.. she's with someone. Else, I mean... No the woman I created was just some guest. I don't even know her real name I just kind of invented one for her. I.. I think if I focused on her I could kind of.. like.. take it. If that makes any kind of sense." Leota explained, leaning forward and beginning to talk quieter for reasons she wasn't exactly sure of. "Oh. Well that...hum." "I know I'm a wreck.." Leota said as she moved her head down and into her folded arms on the table. "Look, I don't know what might be going through your head right now, but forget it. Alright? Focus on me. Yeah there'll be men there too a lot of times, but always me as well alright? If you need to, just focus on me alright?" Rora said reassuringly, setting her hand on Leota's back. Leota looked up, a little misty eyed by not crying with a hard fought smile trying to claim her face. "So I'm guessing you weren't prepped at all?" Rora asked. Leota shook her head. "Yeah, someone sat me down while they were working on you to go over everything, I wasn't sure if they talked to you earlier or not. Well in case, in case it wasn't clear enough in the complexion, we're going to be in this together. We are the Pleasure Twins of Geminor! Cool right?" she said as she took Leota's hand and walked over to where two large bags were resting. She grabbed the bag with the R and handed Leota the bag with the L. "Put these on," she said as she dumped her own bag out on the table. Right at the top were three smaller baggies. Inside each of the bags were tall but thin silver cuffs, split in half and clearly meant to close together. Each pair was brushed and very reflective, with small ornate d-rings on both halves of each cuff. They all looked very similar and without the baggies Leota was sure she wouldn't have put them all on right. One pair each went around her ankles, another around her wrists, and another around her upper arm. There was just a bit rubber on the inside, padding it to make the obviously custom printed restraints fit perfectly. Bound Friends Pt. 17 Then, Leota saw the collar. It was not nearly as thin as the cuffs, in fact it was unusually thick. Three oval rings hung down from the centre of it, where a small milk white gemstone sat gracefully. Like the cuffs, the two halves of the collar were custom printed and had a small amount of rubber material inside, making the fit snug but comfortable as Leota put it on. The thickness made it stick out noticeably from her neck, which only made the thinness of her cuffs seem more noteworthy. Leota looked over to see Rora fitting a large, clanky metal belt around her waist and began to copy with her own. It connected at either side of her into a flat seamless curve of metal sitting right at her hips. Between the side pieces were thick dangling chains running across her front and back. The chains were tight enough that it would never be at risk of falling off, but still loose enough to move around some. The curved parts at her hips however sat comfortably and unmoving as Leota jiggled around to see and hear her new adornments. Both at the front and the back, Leota noticed two small links dangling down from the main chain. There were two pieces of black velvet-like fabric. Two flaps came off of the top and fold back attaching back to the fabric itself somehow. "Here," Rora said, seeing Leota look confusedly at the garment. "These have little magnets in them, you just feed the tag through the loop like this," she said as she took charge and attached the piece of fabric to the hanging link of chain. "Then they should stay on but can also be easily ripped off whenever." The black fabric didn't give much modesty, though that was certainly never meant to be its job. It stretched from about the middle of one leg to the middle of the other, falling not even down to the knees. A final two pieces were left. Each was made of a teardrop-like piece of fabric with a chain on one side and clips at the other. Leota looked over and began to copy Rora. Leota felt suddenly very stupid, not noticing how the clips connect to the collar at either side allowing the fabric to cover her breasts connecting the two chains together in the back. She looked over to Rora to finally take in the finished product. Her deep purple skin covered from her toes up to her head of short but pure white hair. The silver metal glistened and the black velvet covered only enough to be appetizing. Rora smiled with a mouth of bright white teeth contrasting sharply against her skin and lips. "It's alright, stare all you want, I promise not to bite.." Rora teased playfully. Leota let out a short burst of nervous laughter, blushing and looking down at her feet. "No it's fine," Rora said, closing the gap and putting an arm around the back of Leota's neck. "We're gonna be spending a lot of time together, gonna have to get use to each other sooner rather than later." "I know, you're right," Leota said as she raised her head back up. "You do find me attractive right?" Rora suggestively whispered. She placed her free hand on Leota's ass, sliding it around and gently squeezing. Leota moaned and closed her eyes. Rora pulled herself closer, a slight moan escaping from her as well. "Well that's good to know, looks like our connection's off to a decent start." Rora suddenly pulled back and darted her head around to look at the clock. "Oh fuck balls! We need to be down there right damn now!" she exclaimed, grabbing Leota by the hand and pulling her out towards the door. **** The two girls darted down the hallway holding hands, Leota simply following wherever this woman took her. As they burst through some doors to some kind of backstage they were greeted with a quiet "you're late." They hurriedly were shooed into a tall standing cage on wheels. The inside was actually quite large, wide enough that the two could stand comfortably beside each other and tall enough that they could barely reach the top with their hands. Leota suddenly had a dark realization that this was painfully familiar as the place she was publicly punished. She grabbed on to Rora's arm, suddenly afraid of what might be waiting for her out on stage. Her sense of panic only worsened as the crew began to drape a cloth over the cage, covering them in blackness. "You ok?" Rora whispered. "What are we doing here?" Leota quietly asked. "Relax, they just wanna show us off. The Pleasure Twins of Geminor after all, kind of a first I think. Time to show us off, just smile and relax, it's all good." Leota relaxed her grip. Somehow her utter confidence was enough to calm her down. The cage jerked forward as the wheels brought them out towards the stage. She nearly tipped back from the suddenness and surprise, but she steadied herself on Rora's arm. "Here, put your hand on my ass, get ready to show off," Rora said as she shook loose of Leota's grip and placed her own hand on Leota's ass. The cage came to a halt but remained covered, she could hear the sound of speakers blasting someone's voice but it came through muffled to them, clearly the speakers were still in front of them. "Just show off?" Leota asked, leaning in a little closer. She moved her hand up to find Rora's head in the darkness. Leota closed the remaining distance and locked her lips on Rora's. Leota felt her NESIC turn on as the tone of the announcer changed. There was suddenly a blinding light as the cover over their cage was swiftly removed. Leota looked briefly out, seeing only a fuzzy outline of a crowd before turning her eyes back to Rora and continuing their long kiss. She heard the crowed chuckle and holler. She felt embarrassed, but instead decided to focus on the girl in front of her, and on the fact that she felt her NESIC turn itself up a little more again. Rora broke off the kiss as seemed to begin an auction. Leota looked out at the indistinguishable mass of people and then back at Rora. "What's happening I thought this was just showing off?" she whispered in Rora's ear. "This is just for the right to be first one we're with, shit did I not mention that?" she explained quietly. Leota began to get nervous, a fact she wasn't hiding from Rora very well. "Hey, come on it'll be ok. You've been with tons of guys here before right? How'd you get through then?" "Not well." Leota cryptically admitted before forcing herself to don a fake smile for the crowed. "Well we're connected now, means aside from everything else I got reason to make you enjoy it. So I don't know how yet, but I'll be getting you through this. I'll find something you like," Rora said as she slid her hand from Leota's ass, back between her legs to reach her pussy from behind. Leota moaned slightly before noticing the announcer finally say "sold!" Music began to play and the crowd began to walk up onto the stage. They began to surround the cage, finally coming into focus and showing both lust and curiosity. Rora grabbed hold of Leota and returned to passionately kissing her, running her hand around her ass and causing a reaction from the crowed. After a few minutes of gawking, the crowd began to disperse, going back towards the seats and out the exits. As the final few left, Leota's NESIC finally turned off. "OK, so we're gonna need to head over now. We're supposed to meet whoever just bid highest in this special room," Rora said as soon as one of the stagehands had come by to open the cage. She grabbed Leota's arm and led the way. "I just had a thought, are you into.. like.." Leota asked as she briskly walked to keep up. "Probably," Rora said as she turned back with a grin. "Sorry you were saying?" "Anything.. bondage..y? Like maybe I'd have more fun if you kind of just took the lead." "Sure we can start off like that. I'm open to whatever. Then we better make sure to get there before he does so we can get a little chain around that pretty collar of yours," Rora said picking up the pace. **** They finally came to a stop inside a dimly lit room. The soft yellow-red glow bounced off the many metal adornments and gave the room a distinctly inviting warmth. The room was long and narrow. There was a small bathroom in the back, a bed in front of that, and then an empty stretch with only a couch and a dresser against the side wall. There was the concealed door at the back that blended into the wall which they had used from the staff hallways, and a more regular doorway at the front. But what was most noticeable is that beside the door at the front of the room was what looked like a large ornate cage built part way into the wall. It was longer than a regular bed, maybe ten or eleven feet long taking up most of the wall but only as wide as a twin bed. The silver colored bars were not vertical lines but rather a series of circles of varying sizes. The largest ones you could stick a fist through, but none were much larger than that. It made it look very much like a decorative bird cage. And while the cage was halfway into the wall, along the far side of the cage there was a metal looking covering just beyond the bars that blocked all sight of what might be behind the door. There was a door to the cage that was currently open, it only left enough space to comfortably crawl inside. It's floor was up at knee height and it looked like they wouldn't be able to stand straight when inside so crawling seemed a natural way to get in anyway. Rora gave Leota a tap in the direction of the cage, which she decided to act on. She crawled into the cage while Rora gathered a few chains from a bedside drawer before dashing inside to join her. Once Rora was inside she shut the door behind her, and there was a loud sound of a click. Rora tested the door and felt it was locked. She made a shrug and crawled over to Leota. "Here, lay down," she said, gently pressing on Leota's bare chest. Leota obeyed, starting to breath heavy as she looked at the chain in Rora's hand. Rora straightened out two of the lengths of chain, each with a small clip at one side of it. She nimbly straddled Leota, resting her hips on Leota's thighs. A nervous smile crossed Leota's face as she looked up at this mysterious purple skinned woman and the silver chains she held in her hand. Rora attached one to her own collar before bending over slowly to attach the other to Leota's collar. Once it was attached, she pulled at the chain bending Leota up and bringing their faces close. Leota felt her NESIC turn on, signaling perhaps that things were about to get under way. "So, you like me to take charge I guess," Rora said, closing the distance between them until their noses began to touch. "What do you say, I'll be your real life, what did you call her? That girl you kept picturing when you were with guys?" "Vera," Leota said. "Yeah, her," Rora said finally releasing Leota's leash, causing Leota to fall back onto the bed. She bent forward, closing the gap again and giving Leota an intense, inquisitive stare. Leota nodded her head, swallowing lightly as she felt Rora's hand crept down her chest. Leota felt her NESIC turn up again as Rora's hand found it's way under Leota's cloth. The hand slid confidently down her inner thigh, finding its way eventually back toward her sex. Two fingers almost immediately slid in, warmly felling around Leota's very moist interior. Leota couldn't move, she was utterly transfixed and offering up no resistance. Rora began to bite her lower lip as she moved her body back up to a kneel. She looked to be enjoying it every bit as much as Leota, even beginning to lightly moan as Leota felt her Nesic turn up for a third time. Between that and Rora's fingers she knew she wouldn't need very much more of this before she'd be ready to cum. Deciding to exercise more than a little restraint, Rora stopped what she was doing, pulling her hand away and collapsing forward as she caught her breath. "Wouldn't want to spoil our appetites" she said with a chuckle. "Tease," Leota replied, sitting up and leaning on her back arms to do so. She could feel just an ounce of heat radiating off of Rora's nearly touching body. She looked hesitatingly into Rora's eyes, not wanting to presume to go any further. "Ok, you're the one with the slightly more particular tastes, so when the guy gets here we can do this however.." Rora began to say. Leota interrupted, closing her eyes and moving those final few inches in for a kiss. Their lips embraced passionately, fiercely, both bringing one hand up to hold the other's head in a tight hold. By the time they broke, Leota was gasping for air with a big stupid smile across her face. "I know.. it's not going to just .. be women. But.. could we not dwell for now? When some guy does come in I'll do what I need to do, and I'll do it pretending that I'm doing it to please you but.. for now could we just.. just shut the fuck up about it?" **** Almost as if on done on cue, the moment after Leota finished speaking the door swung open. The girls looked over to see a well dressed man in his 20s. He was pale and scrawny, a fact his skinny tie and thinly tailored shirt only amplified. He folded his jacket over one side of the couch and walked over to the cage. Rora grabbed Leota's chain, making her follow as she crawled toward the edge of the cage. The man bent over to observe them, like someone might bend over at a deli to see the cuts of meat. He placed a hand through the circular frame of the cage, stroking Leota's chin before checking his hands. He cocked half a smile as he noticed no residue at all on his hands. "Good, I was worried you girls might turn my cock blue or something," he said as she retracted his hand and reached for the door of the cage. The release was a simple recessed latch, but with the frame of the cage becoming more dense with smaller holes around it, there wasn't any way it could open from the inside. Rora crawled out, keeping Leota's leash in hand but letting it go once they were both out and standing. She gently wrapped on hand around the small of Leota's back, pulling her hips flush with her own. Rora raised an eyebrow and cocked half a smile, saying loudly but without words "Where do you wanna start?" The man immediately began to loosen his tie, pulling it off his collar and throwing it against the couch. Rora moved forward as he began slowly and clumsily unbuttoning his shirt. "Here, let her help you," she said as she guided Leota forward before moving in closer herself to garner his attention. His hands moved around Leota, grabbing Rora's two breasts and freeing them from the cloth they hid behind. Leota bent down to be more out of the way as she continued to undress him. As she reached the final button she felt her NESIC turn up once again, now reaching a distractingly high level. She moaned as she pulled the shirt from his pants. He had put his hands by his side so the shirt could be removed, instead using his mouth to gently lick and caress Rora's left nipple. Leota threw the shirt onto the couch and found that Rora had taken her old position kneeling before him. She gingerly unzipped his pants and freed his cock, taking the mostly hard member in her mouth. He wrapped one arm around Leota, pulling her close and beginning to fondle her breasts. Leota looked down at Rora, who was working passionately, keeping her eyes up and not on the job at hand. Rora saw Leota hesitating as the man began to remove the cloths covering her breasts. She gave Leota a quick instruction with her eyes, telling her essentially "just go with it." Maybe it was being told to do it by her, maybe it was simply a combination of the NESIC and the unavoidable sensations that come with caressing her nipple, but Leota let herself enjoy it. She ran her fingers through his relatively long hair, moaning her enjoyment. Leota opened her eyes again to see Rora getting up and taking the man by the hand to lead him over to the square bed. She pushed him down, pulling his pants the rest of the way off once he was down. Leota joined them from the other side, encircling him on both sides as his cock stood up proudly through the slit in his boxers. Rora slid herself over, straddling him and slowly lowering herself down onto his cock. With her eyes, Rora told Leota to slide over and straddle this man's face. Her NESIC was going at very high levels now, and the addition of an unseen tongue was more than welcome. She leaned forward on his chest, getting closer to Rora as she began to rather vigorously ride his cock. Her purple body shimmered in the low light as it started to sweat. Leota reached out, grabbing her breast in one hand as she felt the guest reach out and grab her ass. Leota began to cry out loudly, echoing the moans Rora was gasping out. Leota leaned forward and grabbed hold of Rora's leg, gasping as the high setting of her NESIC and the man's mostly passable tongue work sent her rocking violently into orgasm. She felt Rora hold on to her shoulder tightly as she was made to cum at the same time, bringing the movement from both of them to a temporary halt as the both convulsed for a few moments in the afterglow. Leota moved forward, getting her ass out of his face and kissing Rora passionately. As Leota climbed off of him, the man sat up. He grabbed Rora by the hips and twirled her around, putting her on her back with her legs bent sharply back. The man began to drive furiously into her, thrusting deep and hard, working up a noticeable sweat quickly. Rora gritted her teeth and beckoned Leota to come back in and join the two of them. The man reached out, grabbing Leota by the back of the head and pulled her in. He pushed her up, giving him easy access to her breasts for him to play with. Leota wrapped her arm around his head, choosing to pretend she didn't know who's long hair that was snd simply enjoy the sensations and the accompanying sensations of her NESIC. Leota looked down and maneuvered herself around so that she was over Rora's face. She lowered herself slowly, stopping the moment she felt tongue on her pussy. Leota ran her hands through his hair as he began to once again piledrived deeply into Rora's warm cunt. Leota once again felt her building to an orgasm only to feel her chip give her the sudden and unmistakable order to cum right then and now. She stiffened her legs, fearing she might be crushing poor Rora but not being able to care very much. The man pulled himself back from her chest, Leota had not even noticed how tightly she began to hold his head as he came. She let him go and he quickly slid back, catching his breath as his dick began to soften. Leota fell forward, collapsing near Rora's knees and rolling over so as to not be directly on top of her. "I will say, it is interesting having a pair of ya. Got a whole thing going, much more satisfying than a regular two girls" "We are so honored that you enjoyed yourself," Rora said delectably as she sat up. "Is there anything else we can do for you?" "No.. no, I'm gonna just go wash up and get going." he said as she started inching his way off the bed and towards the bathroom. "Would you like us to join you in there?" Rora asked. "No, no you girls catch your breath. I'll just be a minute or two." As the bathroom door shut, Leota sat up. The shower was almost immediately on and so Leota leaned in. "At the end there.. I think someone triggered me to cum, are we being watched? Like not just passive but actually, where someone knows when to trigger us?" "I mean.. we are pleasure twins," Rora said in a low voice. "That's not really an answer," Leota said, even more confused than before. "Well, I mean your NESIC it tuned to how aroused I am, mine's tuned to how aroused you are. Mine's triggered to cum whenever you do, yours is triggered to cum whenever I do. That's what all these rubber cuffs collars all that's for. More than just eyecandy, So first time you made me cum, second time I guess I made you cum. Wait.. did I not mention this?" Rora said with an embarrassed look on her face. Bound Friends Pt. 17 "No.. no you did not." **** "So how do we even know if we're clean if we got this purple color? I keep wanting to scrub it off," Leota said as the two of them both showered and scrubbed. "I mean, it's not like dirt is usually purple.." Rora said as she set down the wash cloth. "Like why is this not turning purple?" Leota asked as she pointed at the white wash cloth. "Look it's a bunch of science stuff over my head.. some chemical that's UV treated changes.. something something. The important thing is not to go too slow." she said as she opened the shower door and stepped out to begin drying herself off. "So now that he's gone.. and we're showed off, now what?" Leota asked after turning off the water and grabbing a towel herself. "Now we dry off, we open up the back door so the housekeeping can come in and clean the sheets between people, and we go back to our cage." "Hmm.. not all that bad actually, I can think of much worse places to wait," Leota said as she stepped out to watch Rora finish drying herself off. She still wore her cuffs her collar and her waist chain, all of which sparkled against the lights of the bathroom. She got dressed with her two loincloths and her bra as Leota dried herself off and did the same. With Leota following behind to watch, Rora open up the rear door that lead to the staff hallway. The linoleum and fluorescent light was a sharp contrast to the room, and the hall was lined on both sides with rows and rows of doors some of which were currently open. The door seemed to click onto some kind of magnet, keeping it open until someone chooses to shut it. "So I had a thought," Leota said. "Oh, just one?" Rora teased. "So when you were trying to figure out what I might get out of this, was that being kind or just wanting me to enjoy it so it'd turn up your NESIC." "And why can't it be both? I can be a good person and still be horney. Look, they said this dye stuff will last at least a month or two before they're even able to reverse it. So we're gonna be spending a lot of time together and that cage ain't exactly big or good at keeping things private. I want you to enjoy it because I want to enjoy it, but also because I want you to enjoy yourself," Rora explained as she decided to grab a few things from the drawers before heading over for the cage door. "I guess.. I don't know there's an absolute right answer, but that might be close to it what you just said there," Leota said as before climbing into the cage. Rora followed quickly behind, throwing a hand full of stuff into the cage ahead of her and closing the door behind her. As soon as the door closed, Leota jumped in surprise as a metal canopy began to deploy around the cage on the side facing the room. It looked very similar to what Leota had assumed was some kind of wall, but now began to worry was very much mobile. Once it was about half way around, the canopy on the other side of the cage began to split open. It seemed to be all one mechanic, and as one side closed the other must be opened. It exposed the cage to the public sight of maybe a dozen or so people, on what looked like a well themed public market of some distant world. "Is there anything else you forgot to mention when I told you to tell me everything they briefed you on?" Leota asked through gritted teeth at Rora who had taken up a seat right beside her. "Shit, I didn't tell you we go on public display? Well long story short, we go on public display when the rooms out of commission.." **** Leota clung close to Rora, she looked around with great wide eyes as people stopped to look. The cage protruded out slightly from the front of the structure, allowing her to see up and down the meandering pathway. None of it was in very sharp focus, but it looked like there were many other cages protruding out like her own. Some had their blinds drawn around, others were uncovered like hers. She felt a million eyes on her, her pulse began to race as she looked around trying to make a best guess of what it all looked like. But soon her NESIC was back on, a sign of how her partner was adapting and the right kind of distraction she felt she needed. "Someone's an exhibitionist aren't they?" Leota whispered coyly to Rora. "And someone should probably learn to be.." Rora replied before kissing Leota on the cheek and ducking back to the door where she had left her things. The door was now covered, but Leota noticed another door at the front of the cage. Also inaccessible to her, but at least there was still a way out when the canopy was between them and the room. Rora pounced on Leota, pinning her playfully to the ground from behind. She took two locks she held in her hand, and slipped one each through the single d-ring in each one of Leota's wrist cuffs. With a quick snap, she fastened them to the chain coming off Leota's collar just a few inches away from the collar itself. Rora then grabbed the rest of the chain leash and pulled Leota back up to a kneel and out to look again at all the people. "Mmm there's the trick to get you going apparently," Rora whispered into Leota's ear as she embraced her from behind. She nibbled lightly on her ear as she retreated, causing Leota to bite her lower lip instinctively. She felt Rora scoot herself closer, pressing her mostly naked body against her back. She looked down and saw Rora's legs sitting right beside her. And as she pulled on her restraints, Rora's hold seemed only to grow tighter. Rora held tight enough that Leota could feel Rora's chest raise and lower as it pressed against her back with each breath she took. As Leota looked around she saw if anything the attention was becoming greater. The frontmost row of people were still in focus, but it became a blur soon after them. In Leota's mind that made it impossible to tell just how many people there were, but it felt like thousands. It was immensely public, but something suddenly clicked. From behind this cage, none of them could do anything but watch. That safety net, keeping the hordes at bay, allowed her to let go of a lot of her anxiety and simply enjoy the touch of this woman who had locked her up. Rora slid her hand down Leota's leg grabbing the fabric and parting it to one side. Leota now looked down and watched helplessly as her pussy became exposed to everyone. She looked back at Rora as best as she could, nodding and whispering "go on.." Leota felt her NESIC turn up to a very high level. The fingers that had just moved the fabric returned to her pussy, pressing inside with two fingers that hooked around hitting just the right spots. It was maybe only a few more pumps before Leota found herself cascading to orgasm in front of everyone. Rora gripped her tightly as she followed her twin over the edge, exhaling long and slow as she gripped her tightly. By the time the two had finished, Rora lay forward, leaning her weight on Leota's shoulder largely by resting her head there. With her hands she guided Leota to her side, laying her down with Rora huddled behind her. "See? Not so terrible right?" Rora asked. "No, not to bad at all.." **** "So you two really connected like it says?" one of the more burly guest asked. "Yes in deed," Rora said reaching down her fingers to Leota's crotch. "I touch her down here and.. Mmmm and I feel it myself too." "How do I know you ain't just lying?" he said skeptically. "How do we prove it?" she asked, sitting up but continuing to lean on the still horizontal Leota. "You can always try to get us alone.. run any kind of test you want mister skeptical man.." Rora taunted sensually. Leota let out a moan as her NESIC returned to life again. "You two? Little rich for my blood, but still.. I'm sure you come a little closer and we could figure something out.." he said as he stepped right up to the edge of the cage. A few more people passing by began to stop to see what was going on. Rora tapped her fingers along the tips of Leota's knees, trying to think of what to do as a crowed was begin to gather to see if the connection was as real as they claimed. She sat Leota up and shuffled her forward, putting one hand on the small of her back while the other pulled forcefully on her chain. "My twin here.. well she's a bit of a kinky one," Rora said as the two of them reached the edge of the cage. "She can like it rough. Here hold this," she said as she fed Leota's chain up through a circular opening. The man smiled and grabbed the chain, pulling it as far as it could go. Letoa's hand reached the edge of the cage and held on to the circular bars. She looked back at Rora with pleading eyes, nervous and not knowing what to do. "You know.. on second thought, no. Hand her back." Rora said as she yanked the leash back. The man didn't fight her, letting go as soon as he felt her pull. There was a slight look of disappointment, but he still seemed eager to see what was being planned. "Why should she have all the fun? Let's let her be the test subject on this one!" Leota felt relief as Rora grabbed her and pulled her away, back to the far side of the cage. Rora dodged over to grab the one key that came with the locks, freeing the leash from her collar while leaving her arms locked to the chain. She stood up, mostly, the ceiling was not quite tall enough to stand upright, but in the dead centre against the far side of the bar was a large half ring that Rora quickly locked the chain to. Leota was still kneeling, but her hands were now held high over her head. "Just to make sure there's no cheating," Rora added before everything went black for Leota. Rora slipped a blindfold over her, nothing serious but more than enough to block out her vision. Leota then felt Rora pull on her legs, spreading her legs out in two directions and setting her down onto her ass. It made her arms seem to be pulled even tighter as she lost the height. Rora quickly used the rest of the chain she brought to lock Leota's legs to two separate parts of the cage. Leota felt the fabric covering her sex removed altogether from its belt. Leading even to a cat call or two as her pussy was now unobstructed and on display. "Now, you see she's all by her lonesome," Rora said as she seductively crawled back towards the man. "So she won't know when you do this,"she said, taking his hand through one of the cage's openings and placing his hand on her barely covered breast. She refrained from making any noise, but she briefly closed her eyes as the man began to feel around, sliding his fingers particularly over the piercing he had only now noticed. Rora beckoned silently with her other finger for another gentleman to come closer and join in. She put her finger to her lips, telling the crowd to be quiet and keep Leota entirely in the dark over what was happening. Leota was blind, but she felt her NESIC certainly becoming stronger. It had started as a humb and was building up to full blown blasts. It would still come somewhat intermittently. Presumably as Rora got specific stimulation that particularly agreed with her. She started breathing heavy and noticed just how quiet it was. The weight of all those eyes were on her, causing her to try to close her legs or pull her arms down. When both were unsuccessful she moaned, coming to enjoy the feeling of being used at a literal demonstration piece by this woman. Rora by contrast had begun to rub herself as the two men continued to fondle her breasts. She was reveling in the attention, encouraging the men to reach below her coverings. Their rough hands grazed across her breasts, paying special attention to her nipple. When one man began to pinch the nipple, she bit her lip trying to stifle any sound. And as the other man followed suit, not only pinching but twisting, the sensation was enough to be the last straw before collapsing into an orgasm. She bent forward, bracing herself on the cage as her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped open. It took almost all her will to keep quiet, so as not to tip her hand. Leota was not as quiet. She struggled and enjoyed her bindings as the NESIC continued going higher and higher, reaching a fevered pitch and holding it for some time. When the signal finally came causing her to orgasm she screamed out low and guttural. her toes began to curl as she nearly lifted herself up off the ground pulling on her chains. She shook, coming down from the high with her NESIC still going rather high, having diminished very little. When she heard some more calls she remembered just how many people had just watched her do it. She tried to close her legs but couldn't, opting instead to hide her face behind her arms. When she felt the blindfold removed she saw Rora sitting to her side. She looked forward and saw that many of the people that had been there left, having apparently gotten their show and moving on. "Well everyone seemed to enjoy that.." Rora said, snapping Leota's vision back to her side to look at her. "Room's ready for another go, so we've got to get you out of these and ready, what'ya say. Try for same as last guy? I'll focus on the dick you get the other stuff?" "Yeah.. that sound's alright to me," Leota said, feeling the conversation oddly toned as very calm and businesslike for what the subject matter was. She saw the canopy roll around, revealing the room once again restored to perfect order with a guy sitting on the couch. "Who knows, maybe he'd rather just keep me chained in here. Make it with one girl, force the other to cum anyway?" "Maybe.. make sure to scream good and loud if he does though yeah?" **** By the end of the only second night with Rora, Leota was surprised at how routine her days had already become. Her time with Vera in isolation seemed like a lifetime ago. And while the days were long it always had built in breaks where the two of them would play with just each other for the passing crowd's amusement. Rora seemed to take a keen interest in figuring out how far she could push Leota. Though it was usually some combination of restraining and teasing her, sometimes taking requests from the crowed and improvising a new situation. With each new attempt, their paired NESICs always gave the other a broad gauge of how they were doing. And Rora always seemed to be constantly looking for a better outcome. At first, Leota thought it might be all about Rora trying to maximize her own enjoyment. Possibly it was even a game to her, a game whose score she always knew whenever she played thanks to their pairing. Maybe some of it was kindness, she knew Leota was not interested in men, so she tried to find the best ways to still make her enjoy her time. She had asked surprisingly few follow ups of Leota though, so if it was on her mind Rora wasn't sharing it. There was even a passing thought that it was some kind of work ethic. That she wants the customers to enjoy there time, ensuring that she stays here, maybe even getting some kind of bonus on her employment contract. If that were the case Rora hadn't mentioned it either and Leota hadn't yet asked. But as the days wore on, Leota started to notice another side to this woman. Rora worked so hard trying to make sure Leota and the customer both enjoyed themselves. But Leota began to notice that whenever she was enjoying herself or one of the customers were, her NESIC would turn up. After first noticing it, it became impossible for her not to notice from then on. The moment a man moaned, the moment Leota enjoyed herself, Leota would notice her NESIC turn up. And it only seemed to raise questions, after all Leota knew almost nothing about this woman. Eventually, Leota decided to open that potential can or worms. "Rora," she asked as the two of them sat for their lunch break. "I.. I know we don't talk much.." "I just figured you might be the silent type. Or all that time with the Meshbot turned you into one at the least," she said as she set her sandwich down and looked up intently. "I never asked.. why did you sign up here?" "Well, you never said what made you either and figured either it didn't matter to you or you'd ask eventually. You know I used to have another job. If you can picture it.. an accountant." Rora said with a slightly cocked head and a raised eyebrow "Accountant.. yeah I would not have been able to guess that.. but that still doesn't answer what made you sign up.." "Well, I went to school, got a job, it gave me a good income at a young age, lots of free time still and my work didn't wear me out. It was a safe job so I could still have a fun life. Never my passion, but how many people can truly follow their passion into a decent job eh? I don't know if I can count how many Wednesday morning meetings I got through either hungover or having not slept for more than three hours the night before, it was a lot. But after a year of working there.. I suddenly started to think. 'Is this really what I want to do for the next 50 years? Do other people's taxes and payroll?'" "So naturally.. sex alien," Leota joked. Rora glared at her for a second before continuing. "Well I think by now you've noticed my.. shall I say more than typical sexual appetite?" "That is fair to say," Leota said in deadpan seriousness. "Well.. I used to.. you know I never quite liked how the word slut is an automatic shame word. I got around, I'll say that. If I was a male I'd have been a player.. so a fe-layer if you will. It was kind of my primary out-of-work social activity. Then.. when it became legal for employment contracts to be sexual.. I kind of thought.. hey it's better than bookkeeping. And I can always fall back on it later, it's not like taxes are ever going to not happen. So I looked around and.. some of the stuff this chain is doing was really out there. And once they said they can include a NESIC that was kind of it. That's when I decided to quit my job and sign up here. Just for a year at first, but I've got an option to extend later. And frankly I'm having more fun now than I ever did then, even if not all the people I'm with are always exactly the most attractive.." "You're not meaning me I hope," Leota added. "God no, look at us we're practically the same person.. body wise at least." "Yeah well.. I guess what I was meaning to ask.. I notice you.. how do I put this? Is it just that you like.. getting people off?" Leota said slowly, trying to find the right words to get back to what she was originally wanting to know. "Oh.. yeah you could say that. I think of it more as, 'if they're getting off I'm doing it right.' And I really like hearing that I'm doing it right. Maybe it crosses into fetish.. I just see it as a habit that's slipped into sex over the years." "Wait.. how old are you?" Leota asked. "25, you?" "Oh.. well I'll just leave it at younger than that." Leota said, slightly self consciously. "Hey, whatever's fine by me," She said as she picked up her sandwich and went back to eating. **** "Was that the last for the day?" Leota asked as she caught her breath on the main bed. "Yeah.. think so.." Rora said as she walked back towards the bed and collapsed down beside Leota but facing the other way. "Ugh.. so sore.." Leota said as she ran her hands along her ass. They were still tender after four of the last six guests all turned out to have a thing for floggers or canes. Her wrists were connected behind her by a short, somewhat decorative chain that nevertheless still needed to be unlocked to be removed. "Job hazard I guess.. besides I know you like pain.." Rora said as she ran a finger down Leota's back. She halted just shy of her ass, holding it's place at the waist chain. "I'll let you venture a guess how far denying it'll take you with me.." she teased, giving Leota just a light playful slap before sitting up and stretching. "Right.. keys," Rora said as she stumbled up to go get the simplified handcuff-like key to remove the decorative locks holding Leota's hands behind her. Bound Friends Pt. 18 Part 18 - Sophia and the Changing Venue Sophia walked the linoleum hallways, heading towards the office she had been summoned to, glad to have the break. They had even given her a robe, a very welcome change to her usual nakedness but which she couldn't help but view with doubt and suspicion. She knocked on the door and heard a man cry out "enter." Inside, Aaron sat behind a desk with another man sitting on the other side of it. He looked familiar but Sophia couldn't place him. She slipped in and closed the door. "So Savina, I'd like you to meet Owen Ward. He's helping us build up the Exotic Reality program you took part in last week," Aaron said, suddenly reminding Sophia why he was familiar to her. He had given a talk before the start and was there as all the girls debriefed. "Good to meet you, again that is," Sophia tersely said as the two shook hands. She sat down in the chair opposite Owen and leaned forward attentively. "So we were talking, I don't know if you know this but one of the people you were with was actually a reviewer. Anyway, it's pretty much all good news, and we've already seen an uptick in interest. Well, he also mentioned you out by name, and we've already got one person that ended up asking for you... well not by name he said 'the girl from the article' but same difference," Aaron explained. "I looked back over and I do have to agree as well, you were good at keeping to the part," Owen said. "But here's the tricky thing.. we both work directly for Felix. Aaron said he spared me any real details, but he gave me the gist of your rather unique situation there. The basics being that your contract is with Felix not the resort, that you're only working here by his say so." Aaron leaned forward on his desk and looked seriously at Sophia. "I can justify putting you in the thing last week like I did because I was grabbing bodies from everywhere. And now with this review as cover, I could justify moving you over more permanently. I think I'm safe in doing that from my perspective. The thing is, I still haven't run any of this by Felix. This more affects your life than mine, so I wanted the decision to be yours. I don't know what you did to piss him off so bad, I've never seen him with a grudge like he had for you, so I don't know how he'll react if I bring this up to him. I can ask him about moving you over now, the problem is if he orders me not to put you in than I can't do anything more to help." "And I'm out another girl.. and I heard some chatter you were understudying for some chorus dancers or something not too long ago right? I could really use you I'd imagine," Owen said. Sophia cautiously thought out her options, trying to be objective in the face of a seemingly golden opportunity. She knew not all of it would be great, but it at least sounded better than what she was at now. "Or..." Aaron said, raising his shoulders . "The other option is we just stash you in, let the news come out to Felix once you're a little more established. Makes you more costly to yank out of there and replace. But, I don't know what he'd do to you if we did that. If he doesn't like it or finds out some other way he might be even more pissed that he wasn't consulted before, I don't know. I think that's maybe got a better chance of working out in the end, but if we don't consult with him up front and it goes wrong it could maybe go much worse for you." Sophia bounced her leg as she thought. Something slowly clicked as she looked down at her covered leg. Her mind suddenly drifted to the robe. They had given her a robe for the meeting, that was the kind of mindset they were showing, this was not going to just be more of the same as what she had now. Her mind raced, trying to come up with a million what-ifs for what might be the worst case. But try as she might, she just couldn't find a good enough reason to turn it down. So she didn't. **** ".. and two and spin spin spin and pose. Hold it.. Alright good," Owen said as he rushed over to his oversized bottle of water. "Alright, well we're coming up on 9 o'clock, I think we call it a night for now. Alora, you've got your other shift starting soon I know that. Savina, you have something scheduled for tonight as well I believe. Thanks you three, see you back here tomorrow at 10 am, and hopefully we can finish the rest of this in one night." Sophia wiped the sweat from her brow and walked out to the hallway where the air immediately became less musky and oppressive. Her yoga outfit was one of many that Owen was kind enough to have "forgotten" last time they met. But it was her last pair and it was completely sweated through. The cool water felt immensely refreshing. She felt rusty and out of practice, but her co-stars didn't seem to be nearly as intimidating as the other dancers she had trained with when Carl was still around. They had a way of making her feel like a kid borrowing their parent's clothes pretending to be an adult. These two she had now were good, but it was not nearly as overwhelming just to try to keep up and not trip on them. "Alright, gotta run, see you two tomorrow!" Alora said as she quickly began jogging away. Her red hair bounced back and forth in its ponytail. Sophia looked at her other cast-mate as she downed another cup of water. Her blond hair was done up in a bun, further restrained by a purple headband that she was sure must be soaked by now. "So you got the night off Lucia?" Sophia asked. "Yeah.. one of my two nights off a week. Good luck with your thing though," she said seemingly with sincerity but with more than a hint of condescension. "Thanks.. though there's a chance this'll nearly be a night off anyway," Sophia said, downing one more cup of water before heading out. She might have joined the Exotic Reality program, but to keep her from breaking her contract, Aaron had been making sure to give her some kind of job to do on any of the days like today that had only been rehersal. And tonight, she was rented out to a private guest. Coin flip odds said it was probably Rob. Zainab had seemed to work out some kind of standing order at regular intervals, and Sophia hadn't seen him since the change in work. When Sophia got to the room she knew she needed to be in, she stripped off and tucked her clothes into a bag and stuffed the whole thing under the bed. She still had to lock herself to the bed, still had to do the pleasantries expected of her or the passive monitoring system would shout up a flag. And after all, it might have been another guest. Missing protocol, especially for a new guest, was a quick way to throw up a system flag. The last thing she wanted was to cause trouble for Aaron and Owen by sending up flags. If it turns out to be Rob then it's not a "new guest" and she could drop the act a lot more quickly. She tried to do what she could with her sweat soaked hair, got a good whiff of herself and suddenly hoped it was Rob if for no other reason than she could go jump into a bath much sooner. But the collar was already closed around her neck. It was in some ways like riding a bike, something she almost instantly felt normal in. But still, it was slightly off putting now that she had gone so often without it or the goddamn metal disk that hung from it. She simply laid back and waited. **** Rob walked anxiously towards the room. He hadn't seen Sophia in weeks and he was nervous about their eventual meeting. He had been checking in where she normally was assigned and never seemed to find her. He had confirmed that she was still available and knew that she should be in there waiting for him. But that was all he knew. He still wore his chastity belt, a frustrating but exhilarating reminder of his powerlessness before Her and his level of devotion and dedication. It had began to color everything. Made him feel more deliciously submissive than he ever had before. Every morning for weeks he was woken early until he could rush to the bathroom to stop his cock from trying to get hard. But every day he saw Sophia, he still went to bed contented. He had a Mistress, a Mistress who had his cock under lock and key. And no matter how he jostled, unlike the plastic ones he'd tried before he could not free himself from this one. His roommate's girlfriend Carly, who he never used to think about much, now seemed to tempt him in his mind at every turn. He no longer put on headphones when she got loud during sex. Now he sat in bed listening, feeling a wonderful pang of unfulfilled and unfulfillable lust. He listened to her scream, and she was a screamer, as they fucked often. He felt a rush, knowing that he couldn't do that because his cock was already owned by someone else. And even if he wanted to, without Her he could never touch his cock again. He started having a recurring fantasy, where he revealed to Carly what he always wore under his pants, and that she would hide him under the bed or in the closet as she fucked her boyfriend. She would go longer, go louder, be more descriptive, knowing that each word and grunt only teased him further. Perhaps she would go to meet Sophia with him, and the two of them could plan the most elaborate tortures for him, making him scrape and beg for release. He of course did not tell his roommate or Carly any of this, and while he might have thought about confessing it to Sophia, She had sadly disappeared to him. He tried looking but never managed to find her. After one particular night, he heard the two of them beginning and he eagerly stripped down to enjoy it. He ran his hands over the metal netting holding his cock and balls captive. He felt the bits of flesh strain against his imprisonment, moaning at the pain. He ran his hand up and down his belt, brushing past his cock, feeling a thrill at the limitation it put on him. He was an owned slave, not a real man. The real man was across the thin walls fucking his girlfriend. The real man didn't have metal between his hand and his cock, preventing him from getting hard. Rob began to roll around in his sheets, grinding his pelvis against his sheets, knowing that it wouldn't help. He ran his hand along his rear, enjoying the sensation, raising it up into the air and slapping it hard. The feeling was great, but the sound was louder than he thought. He froze, hoping that his sound was just ignored, or at the minimum drowned out by local sources in the other room. He slid his hand back and forth between his cheeks, feeling the slight difference between the one he slapped and the one he hadn't. But as he slid his hand back and forth, his fingers slid past the opening in his belt around his asshole. As the sounds got louder and louder, he began to let his fingers play with his asshole. It had been a few weeks since the belt was off, he shuddered and bit his lower lip as he realized this was now the only way he could pleasure himself. Quite a while ago he bought himself a dildo. It was 9" long but relatively thin, he just hadn't had the will to actually open it up and use it. It had been a late night, hard-on inspired impulse purchase, and after it came in the mail it simply sat in the back of his closet. Now, Rob got up and opened his closet, finally feeling free enough to try it. The blue jelly shaft was lightly ribbed and had a pair of balls with a suction cup at the base. He got it out and looked it over with glee. He slipped a towel around his waist and quickly dodged into the bathroom to wash it off and get it ready for its first use. Once back in his room, he positioned the dildo at waist height and pushed it against the wall he shared with his roommate. Rob got down on his knees, deciding the cock needed his worship first. He spit on it, spreading his saliva as best he could across its already near frictionless surface. But once the dildo was good and wet, he got back up and turned around. Rob bent over, listening to the screams of pleasure coming from the other room, feeling the pressure of his cock trying and failing to grow. With his saliva covered hand, he guided the shaft into position as he started to back up. Once it pushed past his opening, it began to slide much more easily. He slowly backed up, taking more and more of the cock until to his surprise he reached the end, taking the whole (albeit thin) dildo in his ass. He felt so utterly full he couldn't help but moan. He began to rock back and forward on it, running the ribs past his sphincter. The alternating pressure inside began to feel very good. he needed to pick up the pace, he needed more! He pulled the suction cup off the wall, placing it instead on his end table. Now he could ride the cock, up and down, using gravity to force the cock in deeply every time. He began to breath heavy as the sounds from next door clearly indicated they were reaching a climax. He thought about what might happen if they finish and he doesn't. He thought about the noise, that somehow she would hear him and come over to find him like he is. A useless slave, fucking his own ass just to feel pleasure because a real woman has locked his cock away. Perhaps she would have to punish him, beat him and ask Sophia to extend his time in his cage. The thoughts were so overwhelming that as she climaxed, so did he. It was not the same kind of pleasure he felt when he would cum normally, but it still felt good as two and a bit weeks worth of cum spilled out through the mesh cage that enclosed his cock. Rob stood up off the dildo, his legs were shaking, but just steady enough to allow him to collapse in his own bed. That had been about a week ago, and he still had not seen Sophia in that time. That was why he marched so nervously now. He had confirmed on the phone that She would be in this room. He had Her suitcase with him and knew his time started at exactly 9 pm. He checked his watch again, but it still said 8:58.. he decided he'd wait just a few moments more. **** As Sophia heard the handle turn she sat up, chest puffed out, mentally preparing for whoever it might end up being. She relaxed as she saw Rob's lanky frame emerge through the door with suitcase in hand. "Oh Mistress, I'm so glad it's you," Rob said as he quickly closed the door and began shedding his clothes. He stripped down to nothing but his chastity belt and began to crawl over to the bed, kneeling beside it. "I haven't seen you in so long, I was starting to worry something happened to you." "Well I'm here now, could you get me the key?" she asked as she pointed over to the set of drawers she assumed held the red key to her collar. Rob hopped to his feet, quickly rushing over to it before returning to his kneel beside the bed, holding out the key with his hands. Sophia took it without saying a word and leaned forward to better reach back to hit just the right spot and unlock it. Once she was done with it, she threw it beside her and fell back into the pillows of the bed crossing her legs and feeling the spot around her neck where the collar used to be. "What else may I do for you Mistress?" Rob asked, breaking the silence and getting Sophia to sit up. "Why don't you go run me a bath.. Then prepare some clothes for me to change into when I'm out." she said. "Yes Mistress," he said with a smile. he rushed towards the bathroom, getting the water flowing with just the right temperature, possibly just a little warm. He sat at the side of the large tub waiting as it slowly filled up. "That's alright, I got it from here," Sophia said as she walked up behind Rob. "Just put something for me to change into after inside the door and wait for me out there would you?" "Yes Mistress," he said as he scurried past. Sophia immediately took his old spot at the side of the tub, probing a hand into the water to check the temperature. Her legs and abs hurt from exhaustion and decided there was no reason to wait till it was fully ready to get in. She massaged her upper legs especially under just enough water to submerge them. When Rob reappeared within sight, it was only to set something by the door and close it behind him, leaving Sophia alone with the still filling tub. Rob now stood alone, giddy with anticipation as he went off to prepare himself. **** Sophia stayed in the water a long time. The warm water made her feel like she was melting away, She was nearly ready to collapse right then and there, call it a night right in the tub. She didn't of course, aside from the problems of falling asleep while in water she was sure Rob was out there waiting for her. When she still worked the stick jobs, a term she'd started to love ever since she heard it, he was always a welcome respate. A little eager to be sure, but it was so nice to have someone to lean on. They were together in private so rarely, but he would often come by in passing even if for nothing else than to check in. And when they were alone, he was a stand-in every guest who was rough, every guard that was corse, he submitted to her totally and completely. And he did it when she needed it most. A chance to let loose. The whirlwind of activity that had followed her change in vocation had made her feel.. different. Like things were before.. before Carl died. Then she still felt trapped, stuck in some kind of joke, but making the best of the hand she felt she was dealt by mistake. Things got bad there for a while, but they seemed to be returning to how they used to be. It still didn't feel right, but it didn't quite feel like some kind of twilight zone madhouse either. She got clothes to wear again when she was off... just that she even had time off. She still had been fucked more times than she attempted to keep track of, but it never quite felt as bad. Just something in the air perhaps, nothing about it felt quite so oppressive. She stretched and got up, wanting to cut things short before pruning got too bad. She stepped out, drying herself off before looking at what Rob had left for her. It left no ambiguity or subtlety about his expectations. Everything was latex and right on top of it all, a double sided dildo sat proudly. She picked it up, contemplating if she'd rather put it on or put it aside, deciding with an eventual grin on her face to put it on, buckling the straps around her with the smaller of the two halves inside her. She looked through the rest and put on the net-like harness, covering her upper body in strips of shiny latex. It attached together with a latex collar, very non-restrictive and minimal. To her surprise, the rest of the pile was simply a pair of very tall boots she hadn't seen before. They had about a five inch stiletto heels and continued up past her knee to her mid thigh. They zipped closed with a buckle at the top of them as well. Sophia looked at herself in the mirror, the extra height and the soft sheen of her outfit certainly was different. But with a black shiny dildo protruding from her waist, not an entirely unwelcome one. She certainly felt imposing, and she was sure Rob would agree. She opened the door and saw Rob bound at the side of the bed. His ass was held up proudly by his arms being locked to the same metal bar as his feet, keeping him spread and vulnerable. The chastity belt he wore was even more impossible to miss than it was otherwise as his cock strained against the cage clearly trying to get hard. A small dribble of pre-cum was dripping from it in anticipation. He had locked Sophia's collar around his neck, pulling the chain from the bed about as far as it could go ensuring he could not scoot away even if he tried. And on top of it all, he wore a brown leather hood, cutting off his vision and removing every feature about his head save for the small opening near his mouth. "Well isn't this a compromising position.." Sophia said as she turned off the bathroom fan, bringing a silence to the room. Bound Friends Pt. 18 "Yes Mistress," Rob panted, rustling around in his bindings. Sophia knelt down to one knee beside Rob. She looked for and found the black thumb print reader on his chastity belt, unlocking the cage that surrounded his cock. He groaned as the cage slid off his semi-hard cock and onto the floor below. the secondary cage holding his balls flush still did so, it only came off when the belt was removed. But without the cage inhibiting it, his cock began to swell in near record speed. Sophia flicked the tip of his cock, taking the forming line of precum and using it to add to the low-friction surface of the dildo. She pressed its tip against his ass, slipping past the opening the belt gave for her to do so. Slowly, she pushed in, causing a slight pressure to build at her end of the dildo. Rob bit his lip as it pushed inside, making him feel full and feel used. Sophia gripped his hips pulling herself forward and forcing him back. As their hips met she audibly let out a grunt. "You know what?" Sophia taunted as she began to build up a rhythm. "Well, I have to say having a slave like you.. it really puts things into different perspective. I mean why wouldn't anyone want to take a slave from behind like this. Grabbing the hips and just.. urgh.. It's a real powerful position from where I am slave. And I bet it make you feel low doesn't it?" "Oh yes Mistress, I love being used by you.. it makes this slave so happy to be that for you.." Rob said, breathing more and more heavily as the constant thrusting began to get him near a long overdue orgasm. "I'm glad you like it so much slave.. though.. I bet you'd be happy no matter what just to be let out of your little cage eh?" Sophia said with a coy smile she knew he wouldn't see. She reached down to touch his cock, and with the startle Rob began to grunt as he came. The stream was large, falling mostly on his forearm in large milky white beads. "Now what kind of slave has so little control?" Sophia said, pulling out of him and giving his hood covered face a few good smacks. "I'm sorry Mistress, I'll do better for You if You please just keep going, I promise," Rob said after considerable pause, as if it took him a few moments to remember what words were and how to make them. "Yeah.. well honestly that'll have to come later then. It might be a rush of power being back there, but it ain't exactly easy on the abs and it's already been a long day.. if it's all the same to you," Sophia said as she got up and began stripping out of her latex garb. She washed the dildo and his cock cage before she went to go find a pair of pajamas to wear from her suitcase. When she opened it she found a spare cock cage and tossed it back towards Rob before finally grabbing a pair of soft boyshorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. "I'm only here to do my Mistress's bidding.. I just hope she doesn't totally ignore me.." Rob replied as he reshuffled, trying to find a new comfortable position to be in and finding none. "Well, I thought you like being a little ignored," Sophia said as she continued to search through the suitcase until she found the tablet and headphones so she could relax some for the night. "Yes, of course Mistress. You're right Mistress" Rob said as his cock once again started to get hard. **** Before she had completely gone to sleep, Sophia did release Rob from his bindings. She knew first hand what terrible sleep it could lead too, and as much as she might enjoy toying with the boy and having control over him, she didn't want the rest of his day to suffer. He got into bed beside her just as she was drifting off to sleep. In the morning she woke to the alarm, finding herself in his embrace. His hand draped over her chest, but still just outside her shirt rather than trying to get under. He was pinned against her back and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her hips. She began to pull away to turn off the alarm, which either woke him or else made him stop pretending to be asleep. "Mistress, do we have time?" Rob asked as his hand glided down towards her crotch. "Sadly no, I've got rehearsal all day today, deep into the night. We're trying to get the first showing tomorrow and I still got stuff to learn.." Sophia explained as she moved his arm and got up out of bed. "I set the alarm late so I could get some rest but now I really have to get going rather quickly. I'll maybe see you after? I told you where I rehearse right?" "Yes Mistress," Rob said as he sat up and stretched his naked body. "Oh good, new workout clothes.." Sophia said as she dug through the suitcase. "I've got some clothes in a bag under the bed. If you could wash them and bring them by when you have a chance that'd be great." "Yes Mistress," Rob said as he looked down at his hard cock poking out beyond the belt, unencumbered for the first time in weeks. "So I'm going to shower, you take care of that thing, and just meet me later today. Alright slave?" "Yes Mistress," he said, looking down at his "thing." He sat back down, trying to think unsexy thoughts as he worked to get his cock soft again. Soft enough to get trapped.. trapped back in the inescapable chastity belt for his gorgeous Mistress. As he heard the shower go on, he realized thinking wasn't going to do it. He looked over at the pile of latex Sophia had worn and discarded the night before. He began to stroke his cock, closing his eyes and picturing her in it. Picturing what she must have looked like the night before. Why had he worn the hood? All the sensations as her strapon pushed deep inside of him. And then the slightest tease needed to get him to cum. Oh he was getting close. He lay down, crossing his legs, pretending they were tied to each other. As he struggled against himself he was able to push the extra few inches, sending him over the edge as cum began to drizzle out of his cock. He turned over and used the bed linens to wipe himself dry, catching his breath as he came down. He felt clear headed relief, like satiating a long building hunger, or finally relieving yourself in a bathroom after holding it in for a long car ride. He looked down and saw his cock shrinking back down after it'd been spent. Bleary eyed, he reached over for his cage and slid it back on, clicking it into place at the top and bottom. He noticed something strange about the cage being back on his cock, but he couldn't place it. He brushed it aside, thinking it was simply in his mind. He bent forward to get a closer look and gasped. Sophia had intentionally switched his cages, it must mean she's finally getting excited about the prospect of having a chastity slave. And there was nothing he could do about it now anyway. He was once again, helplessly back at the mercy of his Mistress. **** "No. Damn it.." Owen said as he rolled his head frustratingly back into his hand. "Why'd you have to be the tall one?" he muttered into his palm. "I'm so sorry," Sophia said, worried she was finally hitting a wall. "Just.. not used to some of the vail.. hand stuff. I can get this I promise!" "No.. I'm sure you can or I'd have stop trying with you yesterday.. Just.. you're the tallest by a noticeable amount. I can't switch you out with one of the others and unless we sit here and remake the whole thing tonight, you just have the harder part of the three and that's all there is to it. You're all three sirens but they're essentially your flank for this part, your backup.. I don't know maybe we need a break again." "Look, once I get this down we're done right? We're good to go for tomorrow's opening?" Sophia asked. Owen thought about it but nodded his head eventually. "At least let them go.. it's what 7? Later?" "She's right.. Alora, Lucia, why don't we go over this one more time, minus some of her stuff, then I'll just see you an hour or so before the start tomorrow. Let's say hour and a half to be safe." Owen said, coaxing the girls into place. "And from the crash.. 5, 6, 7, 8." **** "Ok.. you're right.. that simpler routine works. A little more minimal but the extra confidence sells it." Owen said after Sophia reached the end, albeit with a few dropped flourishes. "Oh thank god.. I think I'm going to collapse.." Sophia said as she lay down on the wooden floor. "I can totally just sleep in here, right?" "Sure.. why not.. I've canceled your short second shift thing so we could finish up.. so you're free for the night" Owen said as he took a seat in the room's only chair. A worrying thought just crossed Sophia's tired mind. "Shit.. you did what now?" "Oh yeah.. you were supposed to have that short shift at 10 down.. I can't even remember where.. I told them you wouldn't be making it once it got past 10 and we still weren't done." Owen explained. "What.. time.. is it?" Sophia said as she sat up. Owen reached into his pocket to check his phone. "Jesus.. we got her at 10 this morning right? Yeah so it's god damn 11:54 already.. It's nearly fucking tomorrow.." "God damn it," Sophia said as she jumped up to her feet. Her legs wobbled a little but she rushed over to Owen all the same. "Just.. trust me and I'll explain later," she said as she quickly removed her shirt. Owen was visibly confused as Sophia sat down, straddling his lap and presenting her still pierced breasts to him. She reached down with one hand, grazing over the crotch of his pants, feeling around and finding only a limp cock. She never the less began to run her other hand back of his head, grabbing it firmly and pulling him forward to bury his head between her modest breasts. She began to slide backwards, kneeling down in front of the chair and quickly undoing the zipper on his pants. She reached in and freed his cock, which was still soft. She began to play with it, trying to coax it into excitement when she heard a noise. "Mistress?" came the voice of Rob from behind Sophia. Quickly she turned her head to see him standing in the doorway holding a bag and looking very confused. "I'm.. sorry I just brought your.. they said you weren't working and so I thought you might.. but..." "Rob.. this is.. I know this looks bad.." Sophia said as she turned to look at Rob. "No.. it's fine.. I'll just let you get back to whoever you want," Rob said as he set the bag of her clothes beside the door and walked out, deflated and quiet. "Shit.. I should.. I need to explain.." Sophia said as she got up and reached for her top. "Hold on there, I'd really like some answers too," Owen said as he reached out his hand and grabbed her arm. "What the hell was all that? This your way of trying to get a better part? You know you're barking up the wrong tree right?" "I.. wow no." Sophia said, dumbstruck and frozen in her tracks. "Do I need to send you back to Aaron? Because I don't have time for whatever crazy you seem to be peddling.." "No. No that's.. I mean can I get my shirt back on now?" Sophia said with somber and serious tone. "As long as you don't bolt before telling me what the hell is going on," Owen said before letting her hand go and putting his dick back in his pants. Sophia collected herself and got dressed, taking a seat on the floor right in front of his chair before starting. "You know my contract is with Felix Olsen directly and not the casino. Well.. it's not a very usual contract. I.. I'm not going to go into how I came to sign it, but needless to say there's a clause in it that I started worrying about. I need to be used in a sexual or sexally related domestic task. And I need to do it daily. It's why Aaron keeps assigning me these hour or so shifts every day. Cause if someone's checking up on enforcement, I can't give them a way to collect evidence that I'm a contract violator, that would just be terrible. When I heard you canceled my shift and that the day was almost over.. I panicked. I needed to.. well.. do something. Just in case, like just to be safe. You were.. kind of the only one around. So.. please. I know just going around and fondling my bosses cock isn't exactly professional.. just please.. just understand I really wasn't meaning anything by it." Owen's face started to crinkle up, looking somewhere between angry and holding in a fart. He put his hand up to his face and rested his nose on it, covering his mouth with his palm. "I'm sorry.. this.. I don't know if it's really appropriate to laugh right now.. but that's kind of all I want to do." Sophia collapsed back on her hands and began to laugh as the nervousness gave way to relief. Owen stopped trying to hold it in and began short bursting laughter that seemed to sustain to his last breath. He began gasping for air as the two continued to laugh. By the time the two had brought it under control there were more than a few tears streaming down each of their faces. "Oh.. you have no idea how relieved I am to her you not make a big deal about this" Sophia said in a burst of relief. "You're relieved? I thought you'd just snapped or something! Like maybe I was pushing you so hard that you thought maybe you'd try to trade.. anything to have me not replace you. I.. I don't know how I could work with someone like that! And then I'd have to delay the opening.. which would be this total disaster since it's the most elaborate thing we've tried and I just sank two days into prepping the three of you for it. Oh god.. I just was having all these thoughts of cascading failure one after the other. I'm.. I hope you're not taking all this like I'm making light" "No, no don't worry," Sophia said as she got up and walked over to check the bag. "Trust me.. sometimes laughing is the appropriate damn response." "So.. I'll make sure in the future.. make sure you do something for the day," Owen said before grabbing for a swig of water. "Aaron's been pretty good that way actually. If I'm actually working I'm set, it's only the rare times the day's just practice like today that he gives me a short shift at the start or end of the day." Sophia said, checking through the bag rob left to see the rest of her borrowed clothes washed and folded. "How specific is the contract?" Owen asked. "Huh? Oh.. not super spelled out I guess, I just kinda thought.. air on the side of caution." Sophia replied. "If you want I could try and get more specifics. The International Contract Bureau lets you CRs. you know clarification requests? I could ask some more specifics about what counts as minimum acceptable service and the legal fees would be covered by the resort no problem." Owen said as he gathered up his things. "Sometimes I really think this is such a racket. The ICB accept a vague contract as binding and then either profit from all the CRs to make sure no one violates anything or they potentially profit from selling off a penal contract when the thing do gets violated. Pretty messed up if you ask me." "You wanna go chase after your friend?" Owen said, grabbing his things and walking over to the door where Sophia stood. "Nah.. wouldn't know where to start looking for him," she said, holding the door open for him. "Alright, well see you bright and early for a final runthrough in costume tomorrow?" Owen said turning off the lights as they left the room. "Yeah, sounds good. I'm off to my bunk to collapse. See you in a few hours.." **** Rob's hands shook as he made the walk home. He wasn't sure what to think but his mind was racing. It did make a certain amount of sense in his mind, that She would look for someone else. He liked to see himself as a nice guy, but he was a nice guy who wasn't there for Her very much any more. But She was still his Mistress, he would still be there for Her. In his haste he and even forgot to bring up the cage. He wasn't sure why she had made the intentional switch, but in the hotel room that morning she had switched which cage was by the bed. He was sure it was intentional, but he wasn't sure why. This punishment cage unlike the regular one had small dull spikes. Now, when he tried to grow not only was he stopped, but the spikes dug in making it hurt so much more. It never risked cutting into his skin, but it made the whole experience much more tortuous. Even the thought that she had switched them out filled him with excitement, often causing problems if he wasn't careful to not dwell for too long. He opened the door to a dark apartment, lit only by the open fridge door. Carly stood there in a black spaghetti strap top and black briefs. Her incredibly curly hair was done up in a lazy ponytail with more than a few strands hanging on either side of her face. "Oh hey, thought you might have already gone to sleep." She said, seemingly unconcerned for her appearance. She pulled out the container of orange juice before closing the door and putting the room back into near darkness. Rob turned on the light, as he staggered in, deciding he could go for a glass of juice as well. "Would you mind not putting that away," he said as he walked slowly over to the kitchen. Carly put down her glass and got out a second one, pouring Rob a glass before putting the cartan away. "You know.. we don't talk much. You just prefer solitude?" she asked, walking around to the bar counter and sitting down while placing the other glass of juice by the seat beside her. "Yeah.. normally I guess," Rob answered, trying to keep his eyes above her chest and the ample cleavage her shirt displayed. "I just realize I don't know almost anything about you. I know you work at one of the Olsen resorts, I know you like to draw, and that's about it." Rob began to blush, he was so unfamiliar to the attention that it seemed to settle wrong. "Right now I'm in an apartment down the road I share with two other girls. But one of them in particular seems to really not like my.. shall we say vocalness? But I've never really heard you complain, does it bug you?" She asked, crossing her legs and sitting back. "No.. it doesn't.. I mean occasionally but I have headphones so it's fine," Rob said as he looked intently at his juice. "So.. you don't mind I'm basically living here even with my slobbishness or my banshee ways?" she asked. Rob shook his head. "Then.. you wouldn't mind if I started living here full time? He just asked me today but I don't wanna do it if it's not ok with you. Rather not trade one roommate drama for another. Cause one of my roommates just can't stand him coming over and I'd hate to have that happen here too." "So you'd move your stuff in I guess and what else?" Rob asked. His mind immediately went to dark places, picturing this as a first step in a fantasy arrangement, but keeping all that to himself. The metal studs were pressing against his cock at the thought, telling him to reign it in. "Well I don't have too much I'd want to move over, and I'd start chipping in for rent. Maybe not a perfect three way split since you'd still have a private room and I wouldn't. Maybe like a 30-30-40 since you have the smaller room, he says you're splitting it 55-45 so it's a bit of a savings for you. But that's kind of just details as I see it, open to negotiation or whatever..." Carly said speedily and with enthusiasm. "Of course, if that's all fine with you." "Yeah, go for it," Rob said even as his mind continued to race. Rob fidgeted with his fingers as his cock began to squeal under pressure. "You ok? You seem kind of distracted, and it's pretty late for just coming home," Carly asked, switching her tone to one of concern. "No.. just.. I mean.." "Oh.. sorry should I go put some sweatpants on? I was just in bed and I wasn't really expecting you. Not to mention you work at that den of debauchery so I figured it was no big deal," Carly asked as she tilted her head. "No! No that's not it," Rob said emphatically, giving her bare legs a quick look over before focusing back on her face. "No I just got.. girlfriend troubles I guess.." Bound Friends Pt. 18 "Oooh, girlfriend? Well good for you," Carly said as she slapped him lightly on the knee. "So.. am I going to see her around any time soon?" "No. Definitely not. She's got this contract at the casino.. and well.." Rob began to explain, trailing off before getting into details. "Ahh. Well, just be careful. I mean, I assume she's not a waitress or something? Like she's one of the.. I mean I don't want it to sound insulting but one of the whores?" "No.. I mean yes? I.." Rob said, struggling to find the right words. "Look, I just don't want to see you get taken advantage of you know?" "She wouldn't do that," Rob insisted. "Perhaps, but.. I mean it is her job to make men feel like that right? Like you might not be handing over money like all the other guests, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want something. Look, I could be totally wrong, I hope I am, I just.. I guess it's my way of saying be careful.. roomie" Carly said before finishing her juice in one gulp and slamming the cup back down. "Just keep it in mind as a possibility alright?" "You don't know what you're talking about, she's different," Rob said. "Maybe. I sure hope so. Well, goodnight." **** The Siren Sisters was the first attempt the resort had made in a purpose built room rather than a repurposed convention hall. A lot was riding on it, and yet it still beat all expectations. The lights, the sets, the costumes, the choreography, it was so over the top and above what had been attempted before that it very quickly developed popularity. Even with an expensive price tag, there were waitlists. Within a week, the resort began to look for a second string, willing to pay a premium to sign anyone willing to do the rough sex in iron shackles the show ends with while also able to seductively dance when it begins. They began to build out making more spaces for what they hoped would be a continuing feature of the resort. It was at the same time however, immensely frustrating for Rob. With Sophia working daily on it, she was never available to be "rented out" like she had been, and with the shows so packed close together, Rob barely even had time to see her. She slept in one of the women's only staff quarters and without the ability to call Her, his only choice was to have very good timing in catching Her. He one night decided to wait by the door, knowing when the last performance of the day was though not knowing how quickly after that they would be free to go to their rooms. It was very late, but Rob waited nonetheless, leaning up against the wall. When Sophia came around the corner, flanked by two other women, he stood back up. "Hey.. what are you still doing up?" she asked, pausing just in front of Rob. "I just wanted to.. see how you were I guess." Rob said awkwardly. "Urgh, exhausted." Sophia replied. The two other women had continued on past him but were now looking back at Sophia and waiting for her to catch back up. "Is something wrong, something big going on?" "No.. I just.. I haven't seen you in a while. I put on the spiked cage Mistress," Rob said softly "Oh.. spiked huh," Sophia said, learning for the first time that Rob had put a different cage on. "Well do you enjoy it?" "Oh yes Mistress.. I'll do anything you dec.." "Hey you coming?" one of the girls called back. "Go on I guess then.. my thing, it's nothing important," Rob said, waving Sophia past him. "You sure.. you look like you had some questions or something," Sophia said with a questioning gaze. "No.. not questioning anything Mistress," he said, suddenly thinking it was a bad idea to bring up the cage. "Never mind, I don't want to keep you.. it can wait I guess," Rob said. Sophia smiled and then ran back up to her friends, taking the last few steps before going through the doors to the women's only area. When Rob shared with Zainab that Sophia was almost always busy, Zainab said she would look into it. Then, with little notice, Zainab wrote back to tell him to clear time the Saturday after next. She wasn't more specific at the time, but he did as he was told and excitedly moved shifts around to have the whole weekend off for good measure. **** "What'ya mean I'm being replaced?" Sophia said incredulously to Owen. "I think I've been doing alright haven't I?" "Yes you have been. But we got another girl who's been understudying, we want her to take the rest of the shows today and get some experience." Owen said as he introduced a tall raven haired woman. "Look, your last show yesterday ran past midnight, so you're.. um.. 'covered' for the day," he said using actual air quotes. "No. No it's not fair. I'm not going back to.." Sophia started to rant. "Stand down girl, I'm not re-assigning you permanently. Think of it as.. a Saturday off," Owen said. Sophia looked suspiciously at him. "Like off off?" "Like.. you'll still need to head to tower B, room 302 and prepare yourself for a guest who's arriving soon.. wink," he said, actually winking as he slowly said wink. "Oh... ok. Wait.. isn't that area all suites, you sure?" "Yeah.. that's right. Hank here will help you out with that," Owen said, not wanting to give away the surprise he had been deliberately asked if he could try not to spoil. Another guy ran up as he heard his name called, nodding his head in introduction. Sophia was sure Owen knew more than he was saying, but rather than stand there and argue she simply headed out for the room with the other man, Hank presumably. He followed behind, pulling a small white metal drawer with him as he went. Opening up the main door she saw the large living room area with two separate doors leading to private rooms. She hadn't been in one with this kind of floor plan, but Hank flipped a switch printed with the image of a lock and a very familiar looking metal hook rose up out of the floor in the centre of the room. Sophia sighed, hanging her robe up in the closet and heading for the white drawer set to grab a collar, a blindfold and a set of cuffs. It had been a while since having to go through all this trouble, Rob usually got her a small room where she would chain herself to the bed. A suite like this was a little more involved and required a second person to get right. Sophia put on her ankle cuffs, followed by her wrist cuffs before remembering she probably should have done the collar first. "Hank, mind with the collar there?" she said as she took her place kneeling by where the hook in the floor was raised up. Hank grabbed the collar and clicked it into place around her neck, careful not to grab her hair in it. A chain dangled from the back of the collar which he locked Sophia's wrist shackles to. He checked to make sure the hook was in the right place before flipping the switch on the wall to lower it. Sophia was well and truly trapped, but she knew the blindfold still needed to be applied. She was going to have a few words with Rob when he got here, it was annoying enough being chained to the bed, but kneeling on the floor and bound as much as she was currently was a whole other beast. She was bound this bad or worse a few times a day as the heroic sailors came in and subdued the evil Sirens, binding the three of them in heavy chains while everyone took their turns forcing himself on the three of them. But that was all in character, she could fight back, and did. Sometimes that meant she could escape, and even when she couldn't, there was always another try shortly after. Here.. Rob was just going to dote on her regardless, so she was bound like this for no reason other than it's a rule. She huffed as Hank pulled the blindfold tight around her head, blocking out her vision. "Too tight?" Hank asked. "No sorry, huffing at someone else, not you," Sophia said as she readjusted herself and dug in for the wait. **** Sophia knelt there, waiting and thinking. She was sure from the way Owen called it a day off that this wasn't going to be a regular guest. She tugged at her bindings, thinking of the extra fury she was going to unload on Rob over this extra stunt. She heard the front doors open and then close again. "Hello, this slave's name is Savina. Please feel free to use me however you wish," she said with turse efficiency before continuing with much more indigent tone. "But when I get out of this you better fucking.." "Is that any way to say hello?" came a female voice interrupting Sophia from behind as someone began to remove her blindfold. Sophia was stunned as things came back into focus and standing in front of her were Andrea and Megan. "Oh my god! Oh that makes so much more sense!" Sophia suddenly said in relief. Zainab scooted around from behind her and was the first to start in what became a somewhat awkward group hug. It only broke up after Zainab went to go look for the red allen key, hopefully in the same logical place it was last time they had come up here. "Sorry for yelling at you there, I thought for some reason you were Rob and sprung for a big room because.. reasons or something. And I was going to get all pissed at him.. oh, somehow I should have know it was you.." "Nope, told him to not come right away, figure you get enough of him not nearly as much of us," Zainab said as unlocked the cuffs and collar. Sophia nearly jumped to her feet, stretching out before going to grab the robe she came in with. "Well you look a whole lot better at the very least from when we were here last time," Andrea said happily. "You.. doin' alright?" "Yeah.. you know actually it's not.. well it's not terrible. There are parts where it even gets a little fun, or at least satisfying. And how about you? I mean Rob's been reading out your letters when he has the chance, but I'd rather get it straight from you.. Is that the necklace?" Sophia asked, putting out a hand to get a closer look and the necklace locked around her. Andrea blushed and grinned, getting a little closer so Sophia could touch it. "So you two are like an official couple I guess. Well seriously, good for you." "So I hear you're working elsewhere now, not getting treated quite so rough how is that going?" Zainab asked. "Oh the work? I mean it's not bad like I was saying. They turn on my NESIC during so we're always more than a little aroused as we perform. The first half's fine, the second half.. well that's the more interactive and so it really depends on the guests. Sometimes it's not so bad, other times.. well you just kinda have to get through it." "I mean.. but you'd still probably rather something else right?" Zainab asked as a follow up. "Well yeah, but of the options I actually have.. I'm starting to make friends, I'm sleeping in a regular bed with regular other staff, I have a locker with stuff in it! Things could be a lot worse is how I look at it.." Sophia replied. "But.. hey, enough about me for now.. Megan, haven't heard as much from you, how've you been going?" Megan looked at Andrea, having second thoughts about filling Sophia in on everything. She was sure Sophia would understand, but nonetheless felt a small anticipatory worry. "Do you.. wanna do it later?" Andrea asked Megan. "Do what later?" Sophia asked, letting just a hint of her enthusiasm drain from her face. "Is something wrong? What's going on?" Zainab pulled out her phone and looked at it, as if she got a message but it was clear in the quiet room that it hadn't rung or even vibrated. "I.. I'll be back in a bit. Give you three some privacy," Zainab said as she slowly walked back towards the door. "You don't have to go.. it's just a bit of nerves," Megan called back. "No.. I gotta, I mean I'll just leave you alone for a bit. Be back in around 45 to an hour." Zainab said, taking one of the room keys and walking out. "Are you dying or something? What's going on?" Sophia asked, leaning forward with concern. "No.. no nothing that big," Megan said. "I.. I've been.. I've kind of started.." "My opinion? Just rip the bandaid off, if there's one thing I've grown to appreciate here it's bluntness," Sophia calmly interrupted. "I've.. become.. I've asked to be Andrea's slave." Megan said, repurposed by her friend's plea for bluntness. Sophia took a seat and stared intently at her two friends. "Now.. forgive me if this sounds..bad.. but what exactly does that mean, are you into girls now too?" "No.. I'm.. I just like the feeling.. surrendering, submitting, being told what to do... being owned, being tied and helpless. I can't really do that on my own, I.. I don't think I can go looking just for that very safely... So I asked and she said yes." Megan explained, kneeling down onto the floor. Andrea took a seat across from Sophia. "This has really been a good fit so far, it's only been few weeks so who knows, but I mean so far it works. She doesn't want it getting sexual and thankfully being dominant.. it doesn't get my juices flowing like it does for Zee. It's just been a good fit." "And.. well it's been helping me. I know it sounds weird, I just.. I like it. And it's just.. sometimes its such a great like... relief, " Megan added, unable to stop a modicum of a smile on either edge of the mouth. "Well.. this certainly isn't how I saw my day going at all!" Sophia said with a slightly tense laugh. "I just never could have called any of this. But, no don't take that... No really I'm just glad you're both doing well. However you end up doing it.. that's what's important at the end of the day you know? My life.. this is far from the life I ever pictured, but you make the best with what you have to make yourself happy." "And on that.. note I guess," Megan said. "Would it make you uncomfortable? We kind of have rules, and one of them is that when no 'outside people' are around.. I should.. well strip down and put on a collar. So in my room, when it's just me, or with Andrea or Zainab, I'm always naked and in a collar. Cause.. slaves shouldn't wear clothes but there is an exception when outside people are around so I don't get in trouble. Now I'd never call you an outsider.. but I mean Andrea and I were talking about this on the train, you could be either. I mean, if you don't want to deal with.. all of that. Then of course, I'll be normal and dressed. So.. would it be.. weird?" Sophia sat back and flopped her head back in contemplation, trying to think of an answer. "Sure.. I guess, if it's just kind of.. there.. not like active or anything. But you know Rob'll be over soon are you ok with being naked around him?" "As long as he keeps his clothes on.. and I guess if he starts getting weird about it," Megan said. "You're pretty good at telling when I'm getting overwhelmed.. I'm not good at really speaking up for myself so.. Just keep an eye out for that please?" she continued, looking over to Andrea as she began to remove her clothes where she sat. Andrea went over to her bag and dug out Megan's collar. It was nothing fancy, just a plain leather one with a single buckle that can be locked closed. Megan lifted her hair up as Andrea returned to place the collar around her neck and attach the lock. Megan now sat up naked, bowing her head to the floor. "Thank you Ega," Megan said, placing her fingertips up to the single o-ring that hung from the collar. "Ega?" Sophia said, looking over at Andrea. "Oh.. Surdanese. Zee says it's somewhere between 'sir' and 'superior,'" Andrea explained. "Slave, until I say otherwise, we are to simply mingle and catch up with Sophia, you are permitted on furniture. Do this and you'll be rewarded tonight." Andrea instructed, turning her attention back to Megan. "Ok.. so that's.. not something I would have expected to see. But hey.. I don't mind unexpected if it means you guys.. so seriously.. what else has been going on with you?" **** Zainab checked the time on her phone as she approached the room. It had been over an hour, even longer than she had thought, and she wondered what kind of room she would be coming back to. She opened the door after moving all her shopping bags over to her other hand. As she closed the door behind her she saw the three women, only two of them clothed looking back at her after clearly coming down from a laughing fit of some kind. "I miss something good?" "Of course you did," Andrea joked as she signaled Zainab over to join her on the couch across from Megan and Sophia in their chairs. "That's what happens when you duck out.. still too scared of all these things the rest of us mortals call 'awkward conversations?'" Andrea asked with air-quotes. "Something like that.. and shut up!" Zainab said in feign outrage. "While I was out though.. Sophia, I got you something so you don't need to stay in the robe till Rob arrives," she said as she handed three of her four bags to Sophia. "Thanks.. but I actually got some clothes I can go grab.. I got a locker now down in the staff quarters and everything, almost like I'm a real person or something!" Sophia said in a self deprecating tone before switching a little more serious. "Joking aside though, thanks." "And the last bag?" Andrea asked, leaning over the side of the couch towards Zainab. "Well it was going to be for you but now I don't feel much like giving you anything!" Zainab said, pulling the bag away. "I'm sowwy.. don't pout, just come join us!" Andrea said as she slapped the seat beside her on the couch. Zainab set the bag down just out of reach and stretched out across the couch, letting her legs flop onto Andrea's lap. "So I take it from all this.." Zainab said as she waved a hand in Megan's direction. "That you were comfortable with us continuing our little arrangement?" "Yeah. not exactly the first time I've been around her naked, and if it works it works, it works. Who am I to judge?" Sophia explained with a shrug. "What I did find interesting though.. you said to Andrea that you might be willing to try switching with her.. you know since you have all these feelings and junk for her.." "She said that did she?" Zainab said as she stared daggers at Andrea. "And why is that so hard to imagine?" "Not that it's so much hard to imagine.. just sharing what you said.. I mean you did say it right? You wanna try and deny it or take it back?" Andrea asked, sitting up and laying her hands over Zainab's legs that rested on her lap. "Take it back? Why are you asking if I.. oh crap," Zainab said with a sudden realization. "Now!" Andrea said as she gripped Zainab's legs tightly. Megan and Sophia jumped up from their seat and pounced on Zainab, grabbing her and flipping her small frame over. She lay on her stomach, putting up as much of a fight as she could, but her small stature and weight was easily outmatched by the three girls working together. They grabbed shackles from between the couch cushions, locking her hands behind her back with a short chain, and locking her ankles together with no chain at all. They pulled her up and sat her across Andrea's knees, allowing Andrea to cradle her in her bound form. "We thought we'd teach you a lesson about chickening out like that," Andrea said, brushing a few stray hairs out of Zainab's cross face. "We'll show you that you shouldn't just run away like that, it's not very nice." "You're gonna feel pretty stupid about this later.. I guarantee it," Zainab said threateningly as she finally stopped struggling. "Yeah maybe, but in the mean time you gotta do whatever I say got it?" Andrea said insistently. Zainab simply huffed loudly through her nose, feeling annoyed she had let her guard down like that. "Ok, you've made your point, now can you please let me go?" Zainab asked in a tone that clearly didn't want to be asking for anything. Andrea pinched one of Zainab's nipples through her shirt and began to tug and twist. Zainab grunted her teeth, trying to rock herself away from Andrea's grasp. "Oh yeah.. this'll do nicely.. don't worry I'll let you out soon but only if you behave yourself. For now you have to stay, you have to join us.. and I'll deal with whatever my Mistress thinks is a fitting punishment later."