001.
Thirteen.
For her thirteenth birthday, amongst other presents, Scarlets Dad sends her a bracelet. The accompanying birthday card explains he'd stumbled across it in a curio shop in Berlin, and liking the colours hoped she would too. Her parents aren't divorced, but her Dad is a high ranking officer in the Royal Air Force, and so is often stationed away on deployment for months at a time. The bracelet: five long strands of thin rope like material, two black, then one each of white pink and green, all woven together in a complex looking plait, with a loop at one end, and a knot at the other, with all five strands hanging individually loose afterwards. Scarlet loves it, smiling at her Mum and promising to call her Dad later when they know he'll be free. She puts the bracelet on her left wrist, pulling the slack through the loop before tying it off with a simple right over left knot, something she can undo easily, something that won't damage the bracelet. The excess rope hangs loose, dangling.
When her Dad saw it in the shop the bracelet had been hanging from a nail near the till, just one random keepsake or strange item amongst a hundred others. The shopkeeper knew nothing about it, wasn't even sure how or when he'd acquired it, but was happy to negotiate a fair price for something the gentleman in uniform clearly thought his daughter would love. Unfortunately, the bracelet was missing it's original box, a fact neither man knew, and had the box been present then a small card would likely of still been nestled in said box. A card carrying the simple message, or instruction, or warning:
BIND THEM ALL
Since it was a Saturday she'd been allowed one friend over to stay the night, so Scarlet invited her best friend, Elle. After a dinner of take away pizza, shared between the three of them, the two girls run giggling up to Scarlets room to watch some movies. They've been best friends for almost four years now, since Elles family moved to the area, and Scarlet was tasked by their teacher with showing the new girl around school. Discovering a shared love of horror, both movies and novels, sealed the bond. Scarlet has been lucky to take the best from each of her parents, slim like her Dad, but inheriting the large bust from her curvier Mum. Being in the Forces means her Dad is no stranger to physical exercise, and Scarlet, wanting to spend as much time as possible with him whenever he's home, is also a keen runner, allowing her to keep her slim frame toned. Her hair is brown, like her Mums, and curling, falling to her shoulders. Elle, through whatever Asian genes she inherited from her Japanese parents, is also slim and busty, though not quite to the same size as Scarlet. Her hair is black, and straight, also to her shoulders. Both girls have brown eyes. Elle is still wearing the red drawstring trousers, tight but flaring out around the ankle and with 'Class of 43' written in white up the right outside leg, and baggy white Biohazard tee she turned up in. Scarlet has already semi changed for bed, since one of her presents was a black silk dressing gown, a short one that doesn't quite reach her knees, it has a dark forest green belt and edging, with a white unicorn silhouette on the back. She's kept on her own drawstring bottoms, a matching style to Elles but sky blue and with no writing. Up top though, just to be cheeky, winding up her Mother and playing the joker infront of her friend, she's stripped off her own tee, leaving just a white push up bra. Throughout dinner Scarlet keeps allowing the belt to loosen, causing the front of her present to fall open, which is why both girls can't stop giggling. Her Mum rides it all out with a sigh, and a roll of her eyes.
They watch Alien first, the Ridley Scott original, sat side by side on Scarlets bed with pillows behind them. It's a favourite of hers, with Elle preferring the ghost or demon based horrors over the monster features. When it's finished they head downstairs, finding Scarlets Mum over halfway through a bottle of wine, watching the Kevin Costner epic Prince Of Thieves. She's in a mellow mood, allowing both girls to try a sip from her glass, before they head into the kitchen to fetch more cans and some birthday chocolates from the fridge. Scarlet gives her Mum a kiss, before both girls disappear upstairs for film number two.
Halfway through the second film, with all the chocolates gone and most of the pop drunk, a scene comes on which grabs both girls attentions back from Elles phone, where they'd been taking turns playing one of her games, trying to beat each other's high score. It's an old movie, but one neither girl has seen before. In the scene two girls, both young but older then Scarlet and Elle, have been left tied up on a bed as a part distraction, part offering, to the killer ghost currently drifting through the hotel. Neither girl is dressed in anything except a bra and thong. They've been tied up back to back, each girls wrists are behind her, tied together and then tied to the other girls, with both pairs of ankles also tied and then joined together. One of the girls is gagged, a dirty cloth is forced tightly in her mouth, tied off behind her head, the other girl is currently screaming for help as both wriggle and struggle. Both are slim and busty, a fact made as clear as possible to the audience at home due to the lack of proper clothing on either of them. Without consciously realising it, Scarlet has placed her wrists behind her, mimicking the girls onscreen. The scene changes, back to the ghost, shown as a white grey smoke of no fixed shape, and she starts, pulling her hands free, knocking one into Elle as she does, which makes her notice that her friend was also copying the pose. "It looks like fun, don't you think?" Scarlet says, trying to sound casual. "What, being offered up to a hungry ghost so that all your so called friends can escape?"
"No silly." She pushes her friend and smirks. "The tied up girls. And don't think I didn't see you copying them. You liked it."
"Shut up."
"You totally want to be tied up."
"Well." Elle huffs. "So do you. You were copying too," she gives Scarlet a questioning look, "right?"
"I was." Nodding. Then, she brightens up, a sudden idea occurring, the sort you only ever get spontaneously and late at night. "We could try you know."
"What? Try being tied up? But we can't both be tied up at once. And being the birthday girl doesn't mean you get to tie me up you know." Scarlet giggles. "Not for real silly, I've no idea how we'd do that either. But I think I know how we could pretend."
"How?"
"Hold on then," grinning, which is infectious as Elle grins back, caught up in the game now, "I'll talk you through it."
Five minutes later both girls are laid down back to back on Scarlets narrow bed. After some thought both have stripped off their trousers, with Elle keeping her tee and Scarlet her dressing gown and bra, both still have their undies on. Both girls arms are behind them, with each clasping her own hands tightly together palm to palm, one of Scarlets arms is crossed inside of Elles though, making it so, as long as they both keep a tight grip on their hands, it can be as if they are joined together. There isn't much they can think of to do with their ankles, so they just try to keep them pushed against each other's, as close as they can get to the film. Both girls are giggling, picturing what a strange sight they likely make. "Okay." Says Elle. "What now?"
"Now we struggle I guess. But no shouting, I don't want to bring my Mum up here."
"Got it. Now?"
"Now." And both girls try to roll around, which they find almost impossible to do whilst still holding on tightly to each other, as everytime one of them wriggles too much in a different direction they simply pull apart. After a couple of minutes they stop, remaining pretend tied but no longer trying to break free. "Well that sucked." Scarlet huffs. "I was sure it'd work, at least a little."
"At least you tried. I thought it was funny anyway Scar."
"Thanks Elle. I just really wanted it to be more realistic that's all." At which point, imagining how her and Elle should look, Scarlet feels a slight itching from her left wrist, and the distant sound of bells chiming. Suddenly both girls feel an increase in pressure on their wrists and ankles, but think nothing of it. They lay still for a couple more minutes, each enjoying how it feels, having a private daydream about being tied up for real, not talking, lost in thought, believing the sudden tightness to be a part of their imagination. "Guess we'd get watch the rest of the movie huh?" Says Scarlet. "We'll have to rewind it, see whether those girls got eaten."
"Sure." And then Elle tries to sit up, an act which causes her to drag Scarlet with her. "Hey, quit it." Scarlet says over her shoulder. "Just let go of your hands, then get up." At which point both girls suddenly realise the tightness they can feel is coming from ropes, ropes that have them bound exactly like the two girls in the movie.
"What the fuck?" Exclaims Scarlet, just as Elle mutters "Are you shitting me?" Both girls try to turn around, squirming and peering over their shoulders, failing to get a good view. "How did that happen?" Asks Elle. "I don't know." Scarlet replies between giggles. "You're laughing?"
"I am. Yes. Sorry. Is it not funny to you?" Elle cranes her head, trying to look at her friend, an act which seems to amuse Scarlet more, as she continues laughing. Elle huffs, and then smiles. "Yeah okay, I guess I can see the funny side here. Look at us, wanting to copy the movie and now we are. Just needs your Mum to come play the part of the hungry ghost right?"
"She's probably drunk enough by now, I'm sure she'd be up for it."
"Speaking of your Mum, maybe we should get her up here to untie us, before she falls asleep."
"You're right. Wouldn't want to be stuck tied to you all night."
"Charming." But Elle is finally laughing too as she says this, finally allowing herself to see the funny side of the predicament. "So shall we shout for her?"
"Well hold on, shouldn't we at least try to escape?"
"Um."
"I mean. This is kind of what we wanted right? So let's make the most of it and see whether, if we were ever tied up and offered to a ghost...."
"A hungry ghost."
"....a hungry ghost. Whether we'd end up as food or not."
"Okay then, come on." So both girls set to the task of trying to get free. Being careful not to roll off the bed they squirm and wriggle, trying to find any knots within reach. But after ten minutes, by which point both girls are sweaty, and with Elles tee riding up to almost her bra, and Scarlets dressing gown undone and open all the way, they realise it's a lost cause. "Looks like we're getting eaten then." Says Elle. "Looks like it. Oops."
"Shall we get your Mum up here then?"
"Better had yes."
It takes almost five minutes, with the two of them eventually somehow struggling their legs off the bed so they can combine banging on the floor with shouting. Scarlets Mum just laughs when she sees them, not even mad, not even asking how, or why. She just leans in the doorway laughing at the two of them, until eventually after much pleading from the girls she comes in and untangles the surprisingly tight knots. Leaving the rope in a pile on the floor she leaves, heading straight to her room to sleep off the wine, since it's almost midnight by this point.
The girls stay up, they rewind the movie to the scene of the struggling girls, and watch in silence for awhile until Elle speaks what they've both been thinking. "So how did we end up tied up?"
"I don't know." Shaking her head. "It makes no sense. I didn't do It. You didn't do it." Elle shakes her head. "There was only us here. I just don't know."
"Do you think it would happen again? If we got in the same position, watched the same scene?"
"You mean like as an experiment?"
"Sort of yeah."
"I don't know. I'm not sure I want to tempt fate though." Scarlet shakes her head, and Elle does the same. "No, you're right Scar, besides, your Mums asleep now, we really would be stuck tied up all night this time." Scarlet laughs at that, and Elle laughs back. They watch the rest of the movie, and then go to sleep, sharing the small single bed like they've done every sleepover over the last four years.
They made two....a new wishing story (mf/f+)
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A nice start. I'm looking forward to seeing how this goes.
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Great to see this wishing idea come back to us in a great start to what will be a great story.
Interesting story. I like roleplaying a little bit. Can't wait for the next part!
A good start, can't wait for more. 
002.
Sixteen.
It's the Summer holidays, and Scarlet is looking forward to September, she's chosen to study Forestry near Winchester, at a specialist Agricultural college. Even better, since it's several hours away from where she lives, her parents have decided to stump up the fees for her to live on campus. In the meantime though, more good news, her Dad is due home in a week, returning to spend the Summer holidays as a family before taking up a new six month posting in Scotland, one that means he'll be back home every weekend. She's glad, hating the thought of her Mum being lonely whilst she was away too.
She's out jogging, it's still morning so the sun hasn't reached its peak yet, the day is still relatively cool. Dressed in her white running Nikes, with tiny black spandex shorts, and a loose white cut off vest top worn over a grey sports bra. Scarlet tries to run three times, at least 5K each time, as a minimum each week, to maintain both her fitness level and slim shape. The route she's chosen today brings her close to Kimberlys house, another friend from school who she'll soon begin to lose touch with. None of her friends are heading to the same college as her, so while she'll still keep in touch with Elle, and maybe one or two others, September will mostly be a fresh start. She decides to stop by, on the off chance Kimberly's in, she's run almost 4K already, so skipping the final sprint to have an iced coffee won't hurt.
Kimberlys Mum answers the door, and immediately a couple of boys, one of them Kimberlys ten year old brother, bolt past her, through the gap and into the garden. "Hey." She shouts past Scarlet. "Sorry love, give me a moment." Scarlet waves her acknowledgment, but she's already resumed shouting. "David. Get back here. You too Steve. Both of you in the house, back upstairs and play with your friends." The boys return, flashing cheeky grins at Scarlet as they walk back inside. She shakes her head. "Got your hands full?"
"There's six of them, my son plus five of his friends, all running around, tearing the place up."
"Why so many?"
"We help each other out, all the local Mums, in the holidays, if we can. Taking turns to have them all over. It's a madhouse, but it's worth it to get a break sometimes."
"Right."
"Sorry love. You're here to see Kimberly?"
"Yes. Is she in?"
"She just popped to the shop for me, getting some frozen pizzas for the kids dinner. She'll be back in twenty minutes though, if you want to come in and wait in her room?"
"Sure, thanks. Could I have a glass of water?"
"Course you can, you know where the kitchen is, come on through." Kimberlys Mum steps aside, and Scarlet walks in.
She drinks a whole glass stood over the sink, then refills it and walks upstairs to Kimberlys room. The room hasn't changed much since last time she was here, about a month ago. It's a typical teenage girls room, single bed, band posters splashed across the walls, a make up mirror. Her Dad still hasn't finished building her new wardrobe, it's supposed to be huge, taking up half of one wall, stretching from floor to ceiling. Only the framework exists currently, vertical and horizontal wooden beams like a skeleton still waiting to be given flesh. She wanders around the room, sipping at her water, peering out of the window at the street outside, picking up and putting down books. She's stood infront of the mirror, turning left and right, just looking, when out of nowhere all six of the boys come storming in.
"In there." Yells one, pointing at the top drawer of Kimberlys bedside table, and then they all realise she's in the room, and they freeze almost comically just inside the door, all in a line. They all stare at her, and she stares back. About to ask them what's going on, just opening her mouth, David beats her to it. "Get her guys." And suddenly they all rush her at once. Caught off guard Scarlet has no chance, not against six of them, she's strong enough to fend off two or three, but the weight of numbers is against her. They pile into her, and half push, half drag her back into one of the wooden posts. Two of them are behind her, holding an arm each either side of the post, pulled back and separate. Another two are wrapped around her legs, and the post, holding her in place. A fifth boy is pushing her into the post, luckily for Scarlet he's pushing at her toned belly and not her breasts. She tries to wriggle free, but all five are holding her too securely, she can't move easily. The sixth boy walks around behind her. "What's this?" She hears him say, and then she feels her bracelet being removed. Her thirteenth birthday present from her Dad, something she never removes, even at bed or in the shower, as it reminds her of her parents. Also she finds it pretty. "Hey, let me go. And give back my bracelet." Scarlet shouts, trying again to struggle free. "Shut her up." Says the boy behind her, and one of the two holding her legs let's go, then stands up and clamps a hand over her mouth. She huffs into it, and continues to struggle, as the boy behind finishes removing her bracelet, and comes to stand infront of her. "We just want some of her underwear." He tells her, in an almost reasonable tone of voice, as though it's the most normal thing. "If you shut up and stop struggling, just let us take some, then we'll go. Okay?" She can hear the other boys giggling, and doesn't like the idea, isn't willing to be a good girl and play along, so she continues struggling and cursing them from behind the hand gag. This clearly annoys the lead boy, as he shakes her bracelet at her. "Shut up, can't we shut her up somehow?" Scarlet hears bells chime, quietly, as though from far away, and then her mouth is full of white cloth. A huge knot of it fills her mouth, forcing her jaws apart, before being pulled tightly either side of her head, around her and behind the post, where it's tied off, then wrapped around the post again before being finally tied in a double knot. The boy who'd been hand gagging her pulls away in surprise. Scarlet tries to pull her head off the post, but the tied gag prevents this, she curses all the boys again. The lead boy high fives the one who was gagging her. "Good job Ted."
"But, I didn't do that."
"Who cares, good job." He looks her up and down. "Now, if only she were tied up too, then we could get on with this. Can any of you tie her up?" Halfway through him talking, Scarlet hears the chimes again, she struggles, but it doesn't help.
All the boys jump off her in surprise this time. Her whole body is suddenly covered in thin plastic coated flexible wire, like washing line. It looks like one continuous long length. Several loops pull her wrists together tightly behind the post, then more loops bind them to the post. Her ankles are similarly bound at the front and bottom of the post. Her whole body, from just above her breasts down to her ankles, is just loop after loop of wire, pulled tight and digging in to all her exposed skin. In at least two dozen places the wire has been passed around behind the post, lashing her to it, making sure she's held in place. Scarlet tries to pull forward, but all that does is cause the wire to dig in more, so she stops moving, instead glaring at all the boys. They all look back at her, smiling.
"That'll hold her."
"Hey, good job."
"Can we get the pants now?"
"I heard some of them are really tiny."
"But, I didn't do anything."
"Screw it, she's out, let's get the pants." The boys all wander away from her, the one holding her bracelet simply discards it, letting it drop onto the floor, which she sees and notes, glad at least that she won't have to worry about them breaking or stealing it. She watches them open up the draw, each in turn reaches in, and after rooting around emerges with a pair of pants obviously to his liking. After all six have claimed their treasure, they leave, completely ignoring her, abandoning her tightly trussed up to the post.
She hears Kimberly coming home ten minutes later, by now resigned to being discovered in such an embarrassing state by her friend, only glad that whilst she isn't wearing much, she's at least still covered up, that the boys weren't interested enough in her to take a peek. Through the floor she hears words exchanged between Mother and daughter, then she hears Kimberly on the stairs, and then the door opens. Her friend is quite short, and skinny, with almost no bust. She has wild crazy ginger hair that unless Kimberly ties it back always looks like it's just been hit by a hurricane. In the summer she wears skirts and strappy tops almost exclusively, with today being no exception. A black denim skirt with gold buttons up the front is paired with a red top, and sandals on her feet. She stops just inside, clearly at a loss for words. "What the! Scarlet!" She tries to wave back, attempting to move a wrist from behind her. The effect must look comical as Kimberly is clearly trying not to laugh as she crosses the room shaking her head, before untying the gag and letting it fall off her. "Thanks. Hi Kimberly, surprise." She smiles. "I'll say, wanted to give me a goodbye present before you left but had no money. Is that it?"
"Very funny. No, your little brat of a brother and his band of merry men did this. Caught me completely off gaurd."
"What, otherwise you'd of evaded all six of them would you? It'd be them tied up here instead would it?" Scarlet shakes her head. "You know what I mean, stop making jokes and untie me already. Please. This wire is really digging in."
"Well. You did say please I guess." But Kimberly makes no move towards her. Instead, she steps back, pulling her phone from her pocket as she does. "Hey. Stop that." Protests Scarlet, as her friend takes a couple of photos. "That's not fair, taking advantage of a helpless girl like that."
"What, just want something to remember you by." Kimberly grins, and Scarlet shakes her head, but she's grinning slightly too. "Okay then. Well now you've had your fun, please untie me."
"Sure."
Untied, and sat on Kimberlys bed finishing her water Scarlet remembers two things. Bending down she retrieves her bracelet, looping it back around her left wrist, passing it through and tying it off. As she does she turns to her friend. "Forgot to say, your brother and his friends stole some of your pants. That's what I interrupted, why they tied me up."
"Oh. Again." Kimberly shakes her head. "Again?"
"It's the third time. Thanks, I'll get them back. You want to hang out?"
"It's getting late, sorry. Think I'll finish jogging home and take a shower."
"Okay. See you at the weekend?"
"Sure."
"Come on then, I'll walk you out."
Scarlet doesn't jog home though, she walks, even stopping for a half hour at a park bench with a good view out over a duck pond. She's thinking, trying to understand what happened, because it bears several eerie similarities to the night of her thirteenth birthday. She knows none of the boys either tied or gagged her, just as she's always known, but tried hard not to dwell on, the fact that neither her nor Elle tied them both up that night several years ago. And the only constants she can come up with, the only things about the two tie up events that are the same, no matter how much she thinks, was that both times, she was there.
Sixteen.
It's the Summer holidays, and Scarlet is looking forward to September, she's chosen to study Forestry near Winchester, at a specialist Agricultural college. Even better, since it's several hours away from where she lives, her parents have decided to stump up the fees for her to live on campus. In the meantime though, more good news, her Dad is due home in a week, returning to spend the Summer holidays as a family before taking up a new six month posting in Scotland, one that means he'll be back home every weekend. She's glad, hating the thought of her Mum being lonely whilst she was away too.
She's out jogging, it's still morning so the sun hasn't reached its peak yet, the day is still relatively cool. Dressed in her white running Nikes, with tiny black spandex shorts, and a loose white cut off vest top worn over a grey sports bra. Scarlet tries to run three times, at least 5K each time, as a minimum each week, to maintain both her fitness level and slim shape. The route she's chosen today brings her close to Kimberlys house, another friend from school who she'll soon begin to lose touch with. None of her friends are heading to the same college as her, so while she'll still keep in touch with Elle, and maybe one or two others, September will mostly be a fresh start. She decides to stop by, on the off chance Kimberly's in, she's run almost 4K already, so skipping the final sprint to have an iced coffee won't hurt.
Kimberlys Mum answers the door, and immediately a couple of boys, one of them Kimberlys ten year old brother, bolt past her, through the gap and into the garden. "Hey." She shouts past Scarlet. "Sorry love, give me a moment." Scarlet waves her acknowledgment, but she's already resumed shouting. "David. Get back here. You too Steve. Both of you in the house, back upstairs and play with your friends." The boys return, flashing cheeky grins at Scarlet as they walk back inside. She shakes her head. "Got your hands full?"
"There's six of them, my son plus five of his friends, all running around, tearing the place up."
"Why so many?"
"We help each other out, all the local Mums, in the holidays, if we can. Taking turns to have them all over. It's a madhouse, but it's worth it to get a break sometimes."
"Right."
"Sorry love. You're here to see Kimberly?"
"Yes. Is she in?"
"She just popped to the shop for me, getting some frozen pizzas for the kids dinner. She'll be back in twenty minutes though, if you want to come in and wait in her room?"
"Sure, thanks. Could I have a glass of water?"
"Course you can, you know where the kitchen is, come on through." Kimberlys Mum steps aside, and Scarlet walks in.
She drinks a whole glass stood over the sink, then refills it and walks upstairs to Kimberlys room. The room hasn't changed much since last time she was here, about a month ago. It's a typical teenage girls room, single bed, band posters splashed across the walls, a make up mirror. Her Dad still hasn't finished building her new wardrobe, it's supposed to be huge, taking up half of one wall, stretching from floor to ceiling. Only the framework exists currently, vertical and horizontal wooden beams like a skeleton still waiting to be given flesh. She wanders around the room, sipping at her water, peering out of the window at the street outside, picking up and putting down books. She's stood infront of the mirror, turning left and right, just looking, when out of nowhere all six of the boys come storming in.
"In there." Yells one, pointing at the top drawer of Kimberlys bedside table, and then they all realise she's in the room, and they freeze almost comically just inside the door, all in a line. They all stare at her, and she stares back. About to ask them what's going on, just opening her mouth, David beats her to it. "Get her guys." And suddenly they all rush her at once. Caught off guard Scarlet has no chance, not against six of them, she's strong enough to fend off two or three, but the weight of numbers is against her. They pile into her, and half push, half drag her back into one of the wooden posts. Two of them are behind her, holding an arm each either side of the post, pulled back and separate. Another two are wrapped around her legs, and the post, holding her in place. A fifth boy is pushing her into the post, luckily for Scarlet he's pushing at her toned belly and not her breasts. She tries to wriggle free, but all five are holding her too securely, she can't move easily. The sixth boy walks around behind her. "What's this?" She hears him say, and then she feels her bracelet being removed. Her thirteenth birthday present from her Dad, something she never removes, even at bed or in the shower, as it reminds her of her parents. Also she finds it pretty. "Hey, let me go. And give back my bracelet." Scarlet shouts, trying again to struggle free. "Shut her up." Says the boy behind her, and one of the two holding her legs let's go, then stands up and clamps a hand over her mouth. She huffs into it, and continues to struggle, as the boy behind finishes removing her bracelet, and comes to stand infront of her. "We just want some of her underwear." He tells her, in an almost reasonable tone of voice, as though it's the most normal thing. "If you shut up and stop struggling, just let us take some, then we'll go. Okay?" She can hear the other boys giggling, and doesn't like the idea, isn't willing to be a good girl and play along, so she continues struggling and cursing them from behind the hand gag. This clearly annoys the lead boy, as he shakes her bracelet at her. "Shut up, can't we shut her up somehow?" Scarlet hears bells chime, quietly, as though from far away, and then her mouth is full of white cloth. A huge knot of it fills her mouth, forcing her jaws apart, before being pulled tightly either side of her head, around her and behind the post, where it's tied off, then wrapped around the post again before being finally tied in a double knot. The boy who'd been hand gagging her pulls away in surprise. Scarlet tries to pull her head off the post, but the tied gag prevents this, she curses all the boys again. The lead boy high fives the one who was gagging her. "Good job Ted."
"But, I didn't do that."
"Who cares, good job." He looks her up and down. "Now, if only she were tied up too, then we could get on with this. Can any of you tie her up?" Halfway through him talking, Scarlet hears the chimes again, she struggles, but it doesn't help.
All the boys jump off her in surprise this time. Her whole body is suddenly covered in thin plastic coated flexible wire, like washing line. It looks like one continuous long length. Several loops pull her wrists together tightly behind the post, then more loops bind them to the post. Her ankles are similarly bound at the front and bottom of the post. Her whole body, from just above her breasts down to her ankles, is just loop after loop of wire, pulled tight and digging in to all her exposed skin. In at least two dozen places the wire has been passed around behind the post, lashing her to it, making sure she's held in place. Scarlet tries to pull forward, but all that does is cause the wire to dig in more, so she stops moving, instead glaring at all the boys. They all look back at her, smiling.
"That'll hold her."
"Hey, good job."
"Can we get the pants now?"
"I heard some of them are really tiny."
"But, I didn't do anything."
"Screw it, she's out, let's get the pants." The boys all wander away from her, the one holding her bracelet simply discards it, letting it drop onto the floor, which she sees and notes, glad at least that she won't have to worry about them breaking or stealing it. She watches them open up the draw, each in turn reaches in, and after rooting around emerges with a pair of pants obviously to his liking. After all six have claimed their treasure, they leave, completely ignoring her, abandoning her tightly trussed up to the post.
She hears Kimberly coming home ten minutes later, by now resigned to being discovered in such an embarrassing state by her friend, only glad that whilst she isn't wearing much, she's at least still covered up, that the boys weren't interested enough in her to take a peek. Through the floor she hears words exchanged between Mother and daughter, then she hears Kimberly on the stairs, and then the door opens. Her friend is quite short, and skinny, with almost no bust. She has wild crazy ginger hair that unless Kimberly ties it back always looks like it's just been hit by a hurricane. In the summer she wears skirts and strappy tops almost exclusively, with today being no exception. A black denim skirt with gold buttons up the front is paired with a red top, and sandals on her feet. She stops just inside, clearly at a loss for words. "What the! Scarlet!" She tries to wave back, attempting to move a wrist from behind her. The effect must look comical as Kimberly is clearly trying not to laugh as she crosses the room shaking her head, before untying the gag and letting it fall off her. "Thanks. Hi Kimberly, surprise." She smiles. "I'll say, wanted to give me a goodbye present before you left but had no money. Is that it?"
"Very funny. No, your little brat of a brother and his band of merry men did this. Caught me completely off gaurd."
"What, otherwise you'd of evaded all six of them would you? It'd be them tied up here instead would it?" Scarlet shakes her head. "You know what I mean, stop making jokes and untie me already. Please. This wire is really digging in."
"Well. You did say please I guess." But Kimberly makes no move towards her. Instead, she steps back, pulling her phone from her pocket as she does. "Hey. Stop that." Protests Scarlet, as her friend takes a couple of photos. "That's not fair, taking advantage of a helpless girl like that."
"What, just want something to remember you by." Kimberly grins, and Scarlet shakes her head, but she's grinning slightly too. "Okay then. Well now you've had your fun, please untie me."
"Sure."
Untied, and sat on Kimberlys bed finishing her water Scarlet remembers two things. Bending down she retrieves her bracelet, looping it back around her left wrist, passing it through and tying it off. As she does she turns to her friend. "Forgot to say, your brother and his friends stole some of your pants. That's what I interrupted, why they tied me up."
"Oh. Again." Kimberly shakes her head. "Again?"
"It's the third time. Thanks, I'll get them back. You want to hang out?"
"It's getting late, sorry. Think I'll finish jogging home and take a shower."
"Okay. See you at the weekend?"
"Sure."
"Come on then, I'll walk you out."
Scarlet doesn't jog home though, she walks, even stopping for a half hour at a park bench with a good view out over a duck pond. She's thinking, trying to understand what happened, because it bears several eerie similarities to the night of her thirteenth birthday. She knows none of the boys either tied or gagged her, just as she's always known, but tried hard not to dwell on, the fact that neither her nor Elle tied them both up that night several years ago. And the only constants she can come up with, the only things about the two tie up events that are the same, no matter how much she thinks, was that both times, she was there.
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Interesting continuation to see that the power is not just used by the original person who wears the bracelet, but anyone who holds it and also wishes. It would be interesting to see this same instance of bondage happen again in a future chapter.
Another super chapter, Scarlet is lucky to have that bracelet. 
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Eighteen.
Scarlet is now in her final year of college, having spent the first year completing an entry level course, she moved on to something more advanced, of which she's just starting her second and final year. She's spent all Summer doing work experience in her local Forestry Commision owned wood, shadowing and helping out with all manner of tasks, from tree felling with both hand and chainsaws, to ditch clearance and tree surveys. They've even let her drive the tractors, hauling chippers or trailers full of stacked and cut timber around the vast site. She's had no need to run, all that manual work having put her in the best physical shape of her life.
Turning back up at college, with her parents helping her move back into campus accommodation like they do every year, she's tanned from the summer spent outdoors, with freshly dyed black hair. A new look for her.
There are student housing blocks dotted all over the campus, since it's a huge place. Being an Agricultural college it has to contain a working farm, with associated storage and maintenance buildings for all the machinery. Plus a woodland, and enough space for stables to accomdate the students doing Equine studies who've bought their own horse with them. Add to that all the classrooms, the library, and the administration buildings. It's a big place. Most student housing is two level, with every student having the equivalent of a hotel room with ensuite bathroom to themselves, and then a large communal kitchen, with an equally large lounge and eating area on each floor located centrally. Blocks are same sex, and campus security monitors, or tries to monitor, this rule during the nights. Scarlet is on the upper floor of F block this year, over towards the back of the campus, with her room looking out over the colleges football pitches, and the woodland that butts up against neighbouring woods and farmers fields beyond. Her parents help her move in, then they all go out for a meal at the local Harvester, all part of the tradition. Kissing her goodbye near the offices, at the base of the hill she must walk up to reach F block, her parents drive off to spend the night in a local hotel, before driving home tomorrow. Scarlet waves them away, then starts up the hill to finish unpacking. Lessons are two days away.
The problems begin several days later.
You never meet all the girls sharing your block straight away, some arrive late, some are just natural loners, or have their own friends elsewhere they'd rather spend time with. Nearing the end of week one though, Scarlet meets her neighbour, Jess, and is instantly smitten. It doesn't help that Jess is on the horse course, and so spends almost every day wandering around in super tight Jodhpurs, which leave nothing to the imagination, combined most days with equally tight knee high riding boots. She's slim and toned from a lifetime of riding, with shoulder length blonde hair that she normally wears in twin plaits either side of her head so it doesn't bounce around too much. She mostly wears baggy tops, but Scarlet longs to find out what they conceal. The first time she sees her is in the corridor. It's morning, and Scarlet has just dashed back to her room, having made it halfway to class before realising she'd forgotten her orange hard hat with built in flip down ear defenders and mesh facegaurd. She's stood at her door, hard hat on her head, just checking it's locked before she returns the key in her tight blue jeans front pocket, when she hears the door next to hers open and close. She doesn't look, focusing on the task in hand, but then hears a friendly, slightly giggly voice say. "Morning. I like your cute hat." She looks up, in time to see Jess walk past. Stunned, no doubt with her mouth hanging open, Scarlet gives her a small wave, which earns her a giggle and an answering small wave back. She's late for class that day, having spent the next five minutes stood staring at her door, lost in thought. It's hard to tell if it's love or lust she feels. She's dated, always boys her own age, and they've always just seemed too young and childish, to distracted by cars or sports. And the sex always felt lacking some vital element, the boys too eager to see her naked as soon as possible. But this is the first time she's looked at a girl and wanted her. Luckily she's single, having been too busy over summer to date, but she finds herself tongue tied, suddenly shy, unable to do anything more then smile whenever they happen to pass each other, or be in the same place. She even walks down to the paddock one evening, full of confidence from a stern talking to over a solo dinner. Seeing Jess brushing down her horse, she walks over, and somehow manages to make enough small talk to at least learn her name. Jess seems impressed by her choice of course, commenting on how strong she must be, looking her up and down. Suddenly she becomes convinced she's being flirted with, and panics, not knowing how to flirt with another girl. She literally almost runs away, making some feeble excuse about needing to do laundry. Jess gives her a wave, and a smile, and watches her go. She's sure, though it could be wishful thinking, but she's sure she caught Jess in a mirror checking her out as she walked past a couple of days later. She spends most nights laid awake, wondering what Jess is doing next door. She really does have it bad. But it gets worse.
Six weeks into classes, doing well, she falls asleep exhausted one night after a days practical spent coppicing, and cuddling her teddy, which on practical days she ties the bracelet too so it doesn't get lost or damaged, she dreams.
In her dream she's in Jess's room, which she doesn't know the layout or design of, what posters Jess might have up, but it's dark and so details are unimportant. She's in Jess's bed, with Jess, the two of them are naked, just as Scarlet is now. She dreams of Jess tightly tied up, unable to escape her, and gagged, so that Scarlets seeming inability to talk to her pretty neighbour won't be an issue. She pictures Jess, in her dream, hands pulled above her, wrists tied together, then bound to the bed frame, her legs similarly pulled down and bound to the frame by her tied together ankles. She looks amazing, stretched out tightly, naked. Her breasts, which Scarlet has never seen before, she sees are near rivals to her own in size, topped off with small dark nipples pointed and erect. She lays beside Jess, stretched out too, on her side propped up on an elbow, the light from cracked curtains only barely illuminating the room. She reaches across, tentatively, and touches a nipple, causing Jess to wake up, her eyes open and looking at her. She expects fear, who wouldn't be scared finding themselves bound and naked, but instead, in her dream, Jess only looks at her, and seems to nod once in silent consent. So Scarlet begins to trace a line from Jess's nipple, running fingernails lightly down, towards the small mound of hair between Jess's legs. She overshoots, and continues tracing down her inner leg, teasing. Jess moans, attempting to spread her bound legs, failing. Scarlet giggles, and begins to run her fingers back up, bringing her mouth across onto a nipple as she does, flicking at it with her tongue, gently biting down. Jess moans. Reaching her slit, running a single finger across the length, backwards and forwards in a slow rhythm, Scarlet finds her already damp. Jess moans again, and in her dream, which is so real she briefly imagines she must be humping her own pillow by now, wetting her own sheets alone and frustrated in her bed, in her dream she ungags Jess, and clamps her mouth over her pretty neighbours lips, kissing her deeply, a kiss which Jess matches her intensity on. Scarlet climbs up onto her, so they're laying belly to belly, large breasts squashed together, and laid like this they continue kissing for several minutes, neither girl coming up for air.
But Scarlet wants to taste Jess, wants a perfect ending to her dream. So she pulls away, unlocking their mouths. "Don't go." Jess says, almost pleads. Scarlet only smiles at her, and then swings herself around, lowering her own slit over Jess's face, even as she leans down and begins to lick between the other girls legs. She reaches down underneath Jess, taking hold of a firm butt cheek with each hand, pulling and spreading her even as she continues darting in and out with her tongue, even as she feels Jess working on her slit, bringing them both towards a mutual climax. Its a good thing she's only dreaming, otherwise her cries would've likely woken half the building.
Except is she dreaming? Climbing off Jess, looking down at her still bound, still naked body, trying to savour the image as something to remember, something to hope for and work towards. She finds Jess smiling up at her, and with a start realises she actually feels wide awake, and what's more can feel a very real carpet underneath her naked toes. "Mmm, hello beautiful." Says Jess. "I hope you're not planning on leaving?"
"Um."
"I've been waiting for you to make a move."
"You have?" Scarlet feels very exposed, stood naked in Jess's room. She puts her hands on her hips, which makes Jess laugh, so she crosses them under her breasts instead, feeling uncomfortable. "Come and sit down pretty girl." Jess gestures with her head and eyes at the empty half of the bed. "Okay." Scarlet lowers herself down, looking at Jess's breasts as she does, then looking up quickly, feeling guilty, and finding Jess's eyes on her, realising she was being checked out too. Jess blows her a kiss, which makes Scarlet turn red, and Jess giggles. "Yes." Jess says. "I thought you liked me, but couldn't tell for sure. I didn't know if you were into girls, didn't want to come on too strong, so I was giving you time to make a move first. Which I guess you did." She flexes her bound body in a way that makes Scarlet blush again. "Sorry."
"About what? The sex?"
"No. I kind of thought it was a dream actually. But I liked it."
"Good. Then what are you sorry for?"
"Tying you up."
"Don't be. I can play kinky if that's your thing." She winks and giggles, Scarlet giggles too. "I've no idea how you got in here though, did you bribe a gaurd or something?"
"What? No."
"It's okay, it was a silly quote from somewhere. I don't really care how you got in. I just hope you're not planning on leaving soon Scarlet. Because I like you, and I'd hate for this to be a one off."
"I like you too." Just saying it makes her feel ten times better, all the worry and uncertainty suddenly gone now she's confessed her true feelings and heard them echoed back. "I can stay." Looking embarrassed now. "I don't actually have my room key anyway. Or any clothes."
"So." Jess is grinning. "You're stuck naked until I can help you get a new key."
"Yes. Looks that way."
"Then how about you untie me pretty girl, we'll have a cuddle and some more sleep before morning. Then you can borrow some clothes and we'll go get you a key, then share some breakfast."
"I'd like that."
"Good."
So Scarlet unties Jess, and the two girls cuddle up on their sides, belly to belly, each stroking the others back.
"Do you really not care how I tied you up?" Getting sleepy. "How I snuck in here?"
"Nope." Jess yawns. "I got you, that's what matters."
"Only. I think I might be a Wizard." But Jess is asleep, still cuddled into her, so she shrugs, and falls asleep herself. Forgetting about it all, leaving it as a puzzle for another day.
Eighteen.
Scarlet is now in her final year of college, having spent the first year completing an entry level course, she moved on to something more advanced, of which she's just starting her second and final year. She's spent all Summer doing work experience in her local Forestry Commision owned wood, shadowing and helping out with all manner of tasks, from tree felling with both hand and chainsaws, to ditch clearance and tree surveys. They've even let her drive the tractors, hauling chippers or trailers full of stacked and cut timber around the vast site. She's had no need to run, all that manual work having put her in the best physical shape of her life.
Turning back up at college, with her parents helping her move back into campus accommodation like they do every year, she's tanned from the summer spent outdoors, with freshly dyed black hair. A new look for her.
There are student housing blocks dotted all over the campus, since it's a huge place. Being an Agricultural college it has to contain a working farm, with associated storage and maintenance buildings for all the machinery. Plus a woodland, and enough space for stables to accomdate the students doing Equine studies who've bought their own horse with them. Add to that all the classrooms, the library, and the administration buildings. It's a big place. Most student housing is two level, with every student having the equivalent of a hotel room with ensuite bathroom to themselves, and then a large communal kitchen, with an equally large lounge and eating area on each floor located centrally. Blocks are same sex, and campus security monitors, or tries to monitor, this rule during the nights. Scarlet is on the upper floor of F block this year, over towards the back of the campus, with her room looking out over the colleges football pitches, and the woodland that butts up against neighbouring woods and farmers fields beyond. Her parents help her move in, then they all go out for a meal at the local Harvester, all part of the tradition. Kissing her goodbye near the offices, at the base of the hill she must walk up to reach F block, her parents drive off to spend the night in a local hotel, before driving home tomorrow. Scarlet waves them away, then starts up the hill to finish unpacking. Lessons are two days away.
The problems begin several days later.
You never meet all the girls sharing your block straight away, some arrive late, some are just natural loners, or have their own friends elsewhere they'd rather spend time with. Nearing the end of week one though, Scarlet meets her neighbour, Jess, and is instantly smitten. It doesn't help that Jess is on the horse course, and so spends almost every day wandering around in super tight Jodhpurs, which leave nothing to the imagination, combined most days with equally tight knee high riding boots. She's slim and toned from a lifetime of riding, with shoulder length blonde hair that she normally wears in twin plaits either side of her head so it doesn't bounce around too much. She mostly wears baggy tops, but Scarlet longs to find out what they conceal. The first time she sees her is in the corridor. It's morning, and Scarlet has just dashed back to her room, having made it halfway to class before realising she'd forgotten her orange hard hat with built in flip down ear defenders and mesh facegaurd. She's stood at her door, hard hat on her head, just checking it's locked before she returns the key in her tight blue jeans front pocket, when she hears the door next to hers open and close. She doesn't look, focusing on the task in hand, but then hears a friendly, slightly giggly voice say. "Morning. I like your cute hat." She looks up, in time to see Jess walk past. Stunned, no doubt with her mouth hanging open, Scarlet gives her a small wave, which earns her a giggle and an answering small wave back. She's late for class that day, having spent the next five minutes stood staring at her door, lost in thought. It's hard to tell if it's love or lust she feels. She's dated, always boys her own age, and they've always just seemed too young and childish, to distracted by cars or sports. And the sex always felt lacking some vital element, the boys too eager to see her naked as soon as possible. But this is the first time she's looked at a girl and wanted her. Luckily she's single, having been too busy over summer to date, but she finds herself tongue tied, suddenly shy, unable to do anything more then smile whenever they happen to pass each other, or be in the same place. She even walks down to the paddock one evening, full of confidence from a stern talking to over a solo dinner. Seeing Jess brushing down her horse, she walks over, and somehow manages to make enough small talk to at least learn her name. Jess seems impressed by her choice of course, commenting on how strong she must be, looking her up and down. Suddenly she becomes convinced she's being flirted with, and panics, not knowing how to flirt with another girl. She literally almost runs away, making some feeble excuse about needing to do laundry. Jess gives her a wave, and a smile, and watches her go. She's sure, though it could be wishful thinking, but she's sure she caught Jess in a mirror checking her out as she walked past a couple of days later. She spends most nights laid awake, wondering what Jess is doing next door. She really does have it bad. But it gets worse.
Six weeks into classes, doing well, she falls asleep exhausted one night after a days practical spent coppicing, and cuddling her teddy, which on practical days she ties the bracelet too so it doesn't get lost or damaged, she dreams.
In her dream she's in Jess's room, which she doesn't know the layout or design of, what posters Jess might have up, but it's dark and so details are unimportant. She's in Jess's bed, with Jess, the two of them are naked, just as Scarlet is now. She dreams of Jess tightly tied up, unable to escape her, and gagged, so that Scarlets seeming inability to talk to her pretty neighbour won't be an issue. She pictures Jess, in her dream, hands pulled above her, wrists tied together, then bound to the bed frame, her legs similarly pulled down and bound to the frame by her tied together ankles. She looks amazing, stretched out tightly, naked. Her breasts, which Scarlet has never seen before, she sees are near rivals to her own in size, topped off with small dark nipples pointed and erect. She lays beside Jess, stretched out too, on her side propped up on an elbow, the light from cracked curtains only barely illuminating the room. She reaches across, tentatively, and touches a nipple, causing Jess to wake up, her eyes open and looking at her. She expects fear, who wouldn't be scared finding themselves bound and naked, but instead, in her dream, Jess only looks at her, and seems to nod once in silent consent. So Scarlet begins to trace a line from Jess's nipple, running fingernails lightly down, towards the small mound of hair between Jess's legs. She overshoots, and continues tracing down her inner leg, teasing. Jess moans, attempting to spread her bound legs, failing. Scarlet giggles, and begins to run her fingers back up, bringing her mouth across onto a nipple as she does, flicking at it with her tongue, gently biting down. Jess moans. Reaching her slit, running a single finger across the length, backwards and forwards in a slow rhythm, Scarlet finds her already damp. Jess moans again, and in her dream, which is so real she briefly imagines she must be humping her own pillow by now, wetting her own sheets alone and frustrated in her bed, in her dream she ungags Jess, and clamps her mouth over her pretty neighbours lips, kissing her deeply, a kiss which Jess matches her intensity on. Scarlet climbs up onto her, so they're laying belly to belly, large breasts squashed together, and laid like this they continue kissing for several minutes, neither girl coming up for air.
But Scarlet wants to taste Jess, wants a perfect ending to her dream. So she pulls away, unlocking their mouths. "Don't go." Jess says, almost pleads. Scarlet only smiles at her, and then swings herself around, lowering her own slit over Jess's face, even as she leans down and begins to lick between the other girls legs. She reaches down underneath Jess, taking hold of a firm butt cheek with each hand, pulling and spreading her even as she continues darting in and out with her tongue, even as she feels Jess working on her slit, bringing them both towards a mutual climax. Its a good thing she's only dreaming, otherwise her cries would've likely woken half the building.
Except is she dreaming? Climbing off Jess, looking down at her still bound, still naked body, trying to savour the image as something to remember, something to hope for and work towards. She finds Jess smiling up at her, and with a start realises she actually feels wide awake, and what's more can feel a very real carpet underneath her naked toes. "Mmm, hello beautiful." Says Jess. "I hope you're not planning on leaving?"
"Um."
"I've been waiting for you to make a move."
"You have?" Scarlet feels very exposed, stood naked in Jess's room. She puts her hands on her hips, which makes Jess laugh, so she crosses them under her breasts instead, feeling uncomfortable. "Come and sit down pretty girl." Jess gestures with her head and eyes at the empty half of the bed. "Okay." Scarlet lowers herself down, looking at Jess's breasts as she does, then looking up quickly, feeling guilty, and finding Jess's eyes on her, realising she was being checked out too. Jess blows her a kiss, which makes Scarlet turn red, and Jess giggles. "Yes." Jess says. "I thought you liked me, but couldn't tell for sure. I didn't know if you were into girls, didn't want to come on too strong, so I was giving you time to make a move first. Which I guess you did." She flexes her bound body in a way that makes Scarlet blush again. "Sorry."
"About what? The sex?"
"No. I kind of thought it was a dream actually. But I liked it."
"Good. Then what are you sorry for?"
"Tying you up."
"Don't be. I can play kinky if that's your thing." She winks and giggles, Scarlet giggles too. "I've no idea how you got in here though, did you bribe a gaurd or something?"
"What? No."
"It's okay, it was a silly quote from somewhere. I don't really care how you got in. I just hope you're not planning on leaving soon Scarlet. Because I like you, and I'd hate for this to be a one off."
"I like you too." Just saying it makes her feel ten times better, all the worry and uncertainty suddenly gone now she's confessed her true feelings and heard them echoed back. "I can stay." Looking embarrassed now. "I don't actually have my room key anyway. Or any clothes."
"So." Jess is grinning. "You're stuck naked until I can help you get a new key."
"Yes. Looks that way."
"Then how about you untie me pretty girl, we'll have a cuddle and some more sleep before morning. Then you can borrow some clothes and we'll go get you a key, then share some breakfast."
"I'd like that."
"Good."
So Scarlet unties Jess, and the two girls cuddle up on their sides, belly to belly, each stroking the others back.
"Do you really not care how I tied you up?" Getting sleepy. "How I snuck in here?"
"Nope." Jess yawns. "I got you, that's what matters."
"Only. I think I might be a Wizard." But Jess is asleep, still cuddled into her, so she shrugs, and falls asleep herself. Forgetting about it all, leaving it as a puzzle for another day.
Superb chapter, loving this story.
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Eighteen. The gatecrashers. Prelude.
Scarlet and Jess have been dating for just over five weeks now, five amazing weeks. They aren't spending every moment together, college keeps them too busy with lectures and studying, added to that Jess has an actual horse, a white and grey female called Dazzler, which requires daily attention, but they spend most evenings and nights together, at least four every week.
In the downtime, when college work is done and Jess is busy, Scarlet experiments. Jess never mentions the events of that night, how she ended up tied to her bed, and how Scarlet was able to enter the room without a key. The only time Scarlet did bring it up, a week later whilst sharing a baguette lunch on a bench overlooking the rolling green campus, Jess just shrugged, not knowing the answers, but unwilling to seek them out. But it plays on Scarlets mind. Three times now strange things have happened, she's been at the centre of instantaneous tie ups, and she has no logical explanation except magic. Which, if true, scares the crap out of her. Because she doesn't know how she did the magic each time, has no clue what gestures she used, combined with which special thoughts or words. And if she doesn't know, then what's to stop it happening again, at any time. And what if she can do more then simply tie herself or others up? What if she can do more dangerous spells, such as setting things on fire, or flying. So she experiments. Out in the forest, with a stolen fire extinguisher sat on the floor beside her, just incase, she attempts to cast a spell. Any spell. She closes her eyes and concentrates, trying to picture the small pile of twigs she placed infront of her bursting into flames. Nothing happens. She stands in her room in the dead silence of early morning, and tries to will herself into the air. Nothing happens. She tries to fling objects with the power of her mind, or to make a leaf held in her hand disappear. Nothing happens. The only success she has, occuring so easily that it's slightly worrying, is with the tying up.
In her room, when she knows Jess is in class, and therefore is as certain as she can be that for the next two hours there will be no disturbances, dressed in black drawstring trousers and a baggy white tee, she begins. A pad of written notes sits on the desk beside her, an attempt to recall details from all three tie ups. All the evidence seems to point to her, or someone stood close to her in the case of those boys, actually asking or hoping for a tie up. Also, she can't speak for Jess, but in the first two instances she was in the correct position already. So, feeling nervous, she puts her wrists together infront of her. "I'd really like to be tied up right now." She feels silly, and is even shaking her head, a smile forming, but then she hears the distant chimes, though fails to notice the slight itch from where her bracelet sits on her left wrist, and suddenly her wrists are wrapped tightly in rope. "Fuck me." She starts, jerking them away from her body. "It's real. Fuck." She exclaims again, looking down to find her ankles similarly tied, lifting her wrists up to her face, turning them, noticing the tight knots and how the rope digs in. "Okay. So, successful test." She smiles, thinking that if this next bit should fail, then at worst she'll have to hop next door to Jess's room in a couple of hours, and ask her girlfriend nicely to release her. "So how does a girl ask to be untied then?" She wonders aloud. Again the chimes sound, and as they fade so do her ropes, simply vanishing back to wherever they came from. "Oh wow, now that was something."
On a day later that week, with Jess again busy, Scarlet takes the bus into town, to conduct a field test. She dresses to blend in, faded blue jeans with ripped knees, a pair of her dirty white running trainers, and a black zip front hoodie worn over a white sports bra, since she might have to run away if it all goes disastrously. She puts the hood up, tucking her hair out of sight, and sits on a bench halfway along the high street, watching the morning shoppers walk by. She waits until an older couple are sharing her bench, sat on the opposite end, with a young man in a suit talking on his phone sat in the middle, all helping to camouflage her more, and then picks her target. A group of teens are walking past, which is perfect, she'd hate to leave someone both tied and alone if her experiment fails. She looks at one of the girls in the three boy two girl group, curvy and short with black hair like her own, wearing black leggings with a white skull and crossbones design, and a red hoodie. The girl is walking, so isn't adopting any kind of helpful pose, a true powers test. "I want her tied up." Scarlet pauses, then goes all in. "Bind her to that lampost." She's watching the girl, the whole group, as she mutters the words, and so sees the whole crazy thing. Later, looking back, she still has trouble believing it. The chimes sound, though only the chosen girl looks around, and then she vanishes. She's only gone for an instant, seeming to shimmer out of existence like a bad special effect, before reappearing in the same manner against the lampost, looking like a shiny Egyptian mummy. Thick silver tape covers almost her entire body, wrapping her tightly, only her breasts and eyes, along with three or four random slashes of visible clothing, are left exposed. Scarlets mouth drops open. "Fuck." She whispers, even as the girl struggles in a panic, looking terrified, which makes Scarlet wonder, even as her friends comically look around for a couple of seconds, before seeing her and rushing over. "Okay, damn, test two. Her friend. Use rope. Wrists behind her." She realised, making her notes before, that only one of the three previous times, when she dreamed Jess bed tied, was the method and equipment of the tie specified, though not verbally, so test two will prove whether she can choose options, tie herself or others up in an exact prechosen way. Chimes again, and this time her friend seems the only person present, other then Scarlet, to hear them. And then her wrists are jerked behind her, almost at eyeblink speed, and bound in tight rope. Scarlet nods. "Okay, one more." Time for the third and final test. "Untie the two of them, I've had my fun." But there are no chimes, and the girls remain both tightly wrapped and tied, the wrist bound friend trying to twist into a pose that allows a view of what just happened to her, even as one of their guy friends fishes a penknife out of his front jeans pocket. "Oops." Scarlet whispers. "Time to go." She gets up, and simply wanders away, not looking back.
Later, sat at her desk, she tries to write down some rules. It seems as though she can tie and untie herself almost at will, though she acknowledges just tying her wrists and ankles isn't a definitive test. Other people though, she can tie, even somehow teleport towards a nearby object if she wants them tied to it. But she can't untie them. She ponders what all this means, and whether she's forgetting anything. Wishing she understood more of the how and the why, rather then just knowing that she can. Unfortunately, she fails to grasp that it's the bracelet where the power lies, not her, and that whoever holds this holds the power. But she'll understand that fact soon enough.
Eighteen. The gatecrashers. Prelude.
Scarlet and Jess have been dating for just over five weeks now, five amazing weeks. They aren't spending every moment together, college keeps them too busy with lectures and studying, added to that Jess has an actual horse, a white and grey female called Dazzler, which requires daily attention, but they spend most evenings and nights together, at least four every week.
In the downtime, when college work is done and Jess is busy, Scarlet experiments. Jess never mentions the events of that night, how she ended up tied to her bed, and how Scarlet was able to enter the room without a key. The only time Scarlet did bring it up, a week later whilst sharing a baguette lunch on a bench overlooking the rolling green campus, Jess just shrugged, not knowing the answers, but unwilling to seek them out. But it plays on Scarlets mind. Three times now strange things have happened, she's been at the centre of instantaneous tie ups, and she has no logical explanation except magic. Which, if true, scares the crap out of her. Because she doesn't know how she did the magic each time, has no clue what gestures she used, combined with which special thoughts or words. And if she doesn't know, then what's to stop it happening again, at any time. And what if she can do more then simply tie herself or others up? What if she can do more dangerous spells, such as setting things on fire, or flying. So she experiments. Out in the forest, with a stolen fire extinguisher sat on the floor beside her, just incase, she attempts to cast a spell. Any spell. She closes her eyes and concentrates, trying to picture the small pile of twigs she placed infront of her bursting into flames. Nothing happens. She stands in her room in the dead silence of early morning, and tries to will herself into the air. Nothing happens. She tries to fling objects with the power of her mind, or to make a leaf held in her hand disappear. Nothing happens. The only success she has, occuring so easily that it's slightly worrying, is with the tying up.
In her room, when she knows Jess is in class, and therefore is as certain as she can be that for the next two hours there will be no disturbances, dressed in black drawstring trousers and a baggy white tee, she begins. A pad of written notes sits on the desk beside her, an attempt to recall details from all three tie ups. All the evidence seems to point to her, or someone stood close to her in the case of those boys, actually asking or hoping for a tie up. Also, she can't speak for Jess, but in the first two instances she was in the correct position already. So, feeling nervous, she puts her wrists together infront of her. "I'd really like to be tied up right now." She feels silly, and is even shaking her head, a smile forming, but then she hears the distant chimes, though fails to notice the slight itch from where her bracelet sits on her left wrist, and suddenly her wrists are wrapped tightly in rope. "Fuck me." She starts, jerking them away from her body. "It's real. Fuck." She exclaims again, looking down to find her ankles similarly tied, lifting her wrists up to her face, turning them, noticing the tight knots and how the rope digs in. "Okay. So, successful test." She smiles, thinking that if this next bit should fail, then at worst she'll have to hop next door to Jess's room in a couple of hours, and ask her girlfriend nicely to release her. "So how does a girl ask to be untied then?" She wonders aloud. Again the chimes sound, and as they fade so do her ropes, simply vanishing back to wherever they came from. "Oh wow, now that was something."
On a day later that week, with Jess again busy, Scarlet takes the bus into town, to conduct a field test. She dresses to blend in, faded blue jeans with ripped knees, a pair of her dirty white running trainers, and a black zip front hoodie worn over a white sports bra, since she might have to run away if it all goes disastrously. She puts the hood up, tucking her hair out of sight, and sits on a bench halfway along the high street, watching the morning shoppers walk by. She waits until an older couple are sharing her bench, sat on the opposite end, with a young man in a suit talking on his phone sat in the middle, all helping to camouflage her more, and then picks her target. A group of teens are walking past, which is perfect, she'd hate to leave someone both tied and alone if her experiment fails. She looks at one of the girls in the three boy two girl group, curvy and short with black hair like her own, wearing black leggings with a white skull and crossbones design, and a red hoodie. The girl is walking, so isn't adopting any kind of helpful pose, a true powers test. "I want her tied up." Scarlet pauses, then goes all in. "Bind her to that lampost." She's watching the girl, the whole group, as she mutters the words, and so sees the whole crazy thing. Later, looking back, she still has trouble believing it. The chimes sound, though only the chosen girl looks around, and then she vanishes. She's only gone for an instant, seeming to shimmer out of existence like a bad special effect, before reappearing in the same manner against the lampost, looking like a shiny Egyptian mummy. Thick silver tape covers almost her entire body, wrapping her tightly, only her breasts and eyes, along with three or four random slashes of visible clothing, are left exposed. Scarlets mouth drops open. "Fuck." She whispers, even as the girl struggles in a panic, looking terrified, which makes Scarlet wonder, even as her friends comically look around for a couple of seconds, before seeing her and rushing over. "Okay, damn, test two. Her friend. Use rope. Wrists behind her." She realised, making her notes before, that only one of the three previous times, when she dreamed Jess bed tied, was the method and equipment of the tie specified, though not verbally, so test two will prove whether she can choose options, tie herself or others up in an exact prechosen way. Chimes again, and this time her friend seems the only person present, other then Scarlet, to hear them. And then her wrists are jerked behind her, almost at eyeblink speed, and bound in tight rope. Scarlet nods. "Okay, one more." Time for the third and final test. "Untie the two of them, I've had my fun." But there are no chimes, and the girls remain both tightly wrapped and tied, the wrist bound friend trying to twist into a pose that allows a view of what just happened to her, even as one of their guy friends fishes a penknife out of his front jeans pocket. "Oops." Scarlet whispers. "Time to go." She gets up, and simply wanders away, not looking back.
Later, sat at her desk, she tries to write down some rules. It seems as though she can tie and untie herself almost at will, though she acknowledges just tying her wrists and ankles isn't a definitive test. Other people though, she can tie, even somehow teleport towards a nearby object if she wants them tied to it. But she can't untie them. She ponders what all this means, and whether she's forgetting anything. Wishing she understood more of the how and the why, rather then just knowing that she can. Unfortunately, she fails to grasp that it's the bracelet where the power lies, not her, and that whoever holds this holds the power. But she'll understand that fact soon enough.
Good chapter, enjoyed reading it.
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Glad to read that she is slowly starting to understand this new power she has but it will be interesting to see if she will pick up on anything having to do with the bracelet before something “bad” may happen to it. I’m thinking more so about what happened the second time to her with the boys tying her up because they had the bracelet rather than anything else.
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Eighteen. The gatecrashers. Multi girl pileup.
Term ends. On the final Friday, after lessons have officially finished, most of those living on campus, along with a scattering who don't, throw an outdoors party on the Football pitches. The nearest residence to the campus, a farm on the other side of the hill, is several miles away, so noise complaints won't be an issue. The student committee hires and erects two huge open sided tents, for the dance floor and DJ booth, there will be several DJ's, all students, chosen by knockout competitions held all term. A smaller open sided tent off to the side will house the bar, and some tables, with three food vans parked nearby serving burgers, chips, a hog roast, or slices of pizza. This will be Scarlets sixth end of term party, having missed one in year two due to illness.
For her, the final days lesson was a practical, felling Western Red Cedar with chainsaws in a nearby woodland, thinning out the stand until the remaining Cedar are harvested for their timber by another group of students several years from now. Heading back to her room she's a sweaty mess, covered in sap and sawdust, wearing her specialist brown protective chaps over blue jeans and black protective boots, with a dirty but tight fitting white tee and her dark red hoodie worn unzipped. Her orange hard hat sits on her head. In the lobby she bumps into Jess, also just finished for the day, wearing her usual outfit of cream Jodhpurs tucked into black knee high boots, and a black baggy non zip hoodie. She looks upset, but smiles when she sees Scarlet. "Well hi pretty girl. You look a mess." Scarlet leans in to kiss her, planting her hat on Jess's head as she does. "Hello back. I know, been cutting trees down all day. I'm worn out." She looks at her girlfriend. "Are you okay? You looked sad."
"I'm fine." Jess brushes the comment away, kissing Scarlet again as they reach the top of the stairs arm in arm, walking together down the corridor. "How long do you need to get ready?"
"You mean we're not sharing a shower?" Scarlet giggles, acting mock offended. "Is my tree sap and chainsaw oil smell not to your liking?"
"Well," Jess pushes Scarlet up against her door, squashing their breasts together, licking her tongue across Scarlets lips. She grins, holding Scarlets wrists together above her head with one hand, watching her squirm, whilst the other delves down the front of her tight jeans. "when you put it like that, how can a girl say no." Scarlet gasps, feeling Jess's finger slide into her, then gasps again as it slides straight back out, with Jess backing off a step, smiling cheekily. "Little tease. Come back here."
"Promises promises." Says Jess, laughing as she dodges a lunge from Scarlet. "I'll come and shower with you pretty girl, how could I refuse. See you in five minutes?"
"Sure sexy J." Scarlet blows her a kiss, and opens her door.
Five minutes later, stripped down to her pants, checking her stomach and arms for scratches from all the sharp branches she's been handling, she hears the knock she was waiting for. Opening the door she finds a naked Jess, wearing only her own orange hard hat, with a towel slung over one shoulder. "I think you forgot something." Is all Jess says, winking, followed by a sharp intake of breath as Scarlet grabs hold of her nipples and tugs her inside, pushing the door closed with her foot. Jess allows herself to be led across the room, tilting her head so Scarlets hat falls onto the bed as they pass, letting her towel fall on the floor. In the bathroom Scarlet pulls her close for a kiss, and Jess takes the oppertunity to a strip her girlfriend, before taking her hand and stepping into the small shower stall. They use up all the hot water, taking it in turns to wash the stink of forests and horses off each other, becoming frequently distracted by kisses and carresses. Finally, all clean, and conscious of time passing, they step out and wrap towels around themselves. At her front door she gives Jess a final kiss. "See you in the communal area in an hour?"
"Sure pretty girl." Scarlet closes and locks the door, then goes to get ready for the party.
Fifty minutes later Scarlet walks from her room to the communal area at the centre of the buildings first floor, which is where the stairs exit out. She's wearing skin tight low rise red tarten trousers, with green blue and yellow making up the pattern, worn with a brown belt, and tucked into a pair of old black army boots loosely tied. Up top, covering up her white lace push up bra, to which she's wearing the matching tiny thong, is a tight fitting white vest top with a plunging neckline. Over the top of this is a black underbust corset, which one of the other girls helped her into as the criss cross lace is at the back. She puts her teddy, still taking care of her bracelet for her since today was a practical day, down on one of the tables, she's going to thread the bracelet into her hair tonight, making a plait with it. Whilst downing a glass of water at the sink, she realises she's forgotten her ID and cash card for the bar, and dashes back to her room. Returning with the two cards stuffed into a front pocket, she enters the communal area, only to discover two guys dancing a conga around the room, using her teddy as the leader.
They're obviously drunk, and if the smells wafting from them are anything to go by they're stoned too. The one holding her teddy is fat, with long dark hair tied back and a goatee, his friend is thinner, with messy blonde hair. Both are wearing jeans and hoodies. They see her and stop. "Hey there girlie," Says the fat stoner, "come join our conga." She tries for a reasonable tone. "How did you two get in here?"
"Door was open." The fat one again, as though their being in an all girls block wasn't even an issue. "Come on, dance with us."
"That's my teddy, so put him down, please." She can feel her temper flaring. "Then leave." She takes a step towards them, and with comical timing they back off a step. She huffs, and they giggle, which doesn't help her mood. "Put him down, and go. Last warning."
"She's getting mad Bob." Says the skinny stoner at the back, peering around from behind his fat friend. "Chill out girlie. We're all friends here."
"I am not 'girlie'." She almost shouts at them, even bringing up her hands to exaggerate the quotation marks. "Now leave." She takes another step. The fat one, Bob, waves her teddy at her from across the room as she advances. "Help us little dude, stop her." She's grinning, sure of her strength after these last two years of physical outdoor labour, sure she can herd these two stoned interlopers down the stairs and push them out the door. She's grinning, until she hears the chimes, stopping her in her tracks, her mouth dropping open, even as she feels herself being tugged backwards into darkness.
She's only there briefly, in the dark place, she's sure of it, but time seems to stretch. It's pitch black all around, the only colour coming from small and scattered patches of pale whites, pinks, and greens, as though the black were a vast cloud all around her, with the colours those of strange alien suns breaking through. The only sound is of a howling wind, which tugs at her hair and clothes, with hurricane force, and freezes her bones. The only thing she can see are a multitude of mouths, of all different sizes, suspended in the darkness all around, like a hundred grinning Cheshire cats. Except every single smile reveals row upon endless row of sharks teeth.
She reappears in mid scream, terrified, halfway across the room from where she just was, tightly bound to one of the plastic backed metal legged dining chairs. She feels tightness all over instantly, as her newly acquired ropes dig in, holding her in place. Her legs are bent at the knee, and spread wide, with each ankle tied off high up at the top of a separate rear chair leg. Her wrists and elbows are tied behind her, thrusting her chest forward, with her wrists tied off somewhere on the chairs underside. Rope is wrapped tightly all over her chest, squeezing her breasts from both above and below, holding her body against the plastic chair back. She stops screaming abruptly, realising what's happened: The fat stoner, Bob, being stood close to her, has managed to tap into her magic, using it to fufill his plea before she could reach him and his skinny friend. But she knows what to do. "I'd like to not be tied up now." She says, and waits. Even the two stoners wait, stunned into silence by the last minutes strange events, standing and staring at her, very obviously looking and enjoying how the ropes have stretched and spread her out. But there are no chimes. "Shit." Scarlet exclaims. The thin one looks shocked. "Language girlie. Shut her up Bob."
"Sure Stan. Go on ted." He waves her teddy at her again. "Shut her up." The chimes sound again, and then, with her powerless to stop it, her mouth is suddenly full. A large red ball gag is tightly strapped in place, forcing her jaws wide, the strap plastering her hair to her face. She looks at the stoners, who are both high fiving her teddy, and suddenly she realises. It's the bracelet, not her but it. Suddenly she remembers the boys when she was sixteen, they'd had hold of her bracelet when they tied her, and now those two have it, and without it she can't untie herself. She grimaces at the realisation, as the first strand of saliva leaks out between the ball and her bottom lip, dripping off and landing on her cleavage, she's screwed.
"You in here pretty girl?" Scarlet jerks her head around at the sound of Jess's voice, coming from the corridor. "We. Um. We need to talk, I can't wait until after....what the....Scarlet? What are you two doing to my girlfriend?" Jess has stopped just inside the room, staring in disbelief at the scene she's wandered into. She looks stunning, even trussed up tightly Scarlet can't help but admire the view, tight blue jeans with horizontal rips like ladder rungs climbing all the way up both legs are tucked into knee high lace up brown boots with huge heels. Above she's wearing a white top that resembles a cloth statigically wrapped around her body, her whole midriff is exposed, and her large breasts are only barely covered. Her hair is worn loose, and styled to cascade down one side of her head. The stoners are staring too, unsure of what to do now, and probably too far gone to make any well thought out choices anyway. "Another one Bob." Says Stan, still semi hiding behind his larger friend. "Listen." Says Jess, aiming for the same reasonable tone that failed Scarlet moments ago. "I'm going to untie my girlfriend, and the two of you are going to leave. Got it?" She takes a step towards Scarlet. "But, that's our girl, little ted here caught her for us, she's ours." Protests Bob. "What?" Asks Jess, clearly not believing what she just heard. "Are you two stoned or something?" Both guys giggle, and Stan holds his fingers an inch apart. "Only this much, swear." And then they both burst out laughing. Jess shakes her head, dismissing them and their madness, then continues walking towards Scarlet. She's almost there when Bob calms down enough to notice. "Help us little wizard dude, stop her." He shouts, waving the teddys arm at Jess. The effect is of course near instantaneous.
To Scarlet, it looks as though Jess simply collapses fowards, and is tightly tied up by the time she hits the floor. The magic has hogtied her, rope binds her wrists behind her, and ties them to her waist. Her knees and ankles are bound, with her ankles then joined to her wrists, arching her back. She's ungagged, but must be stunned by the fall, as she lays on her side, silent and still. "Little wizard dude." Proclaims Bob, holding her teddy aloft and dancing him around the room, with Stan following. Dancing right past the corridor entrance, he spins straight into Erica, coming from her room.
She falls backwards, landing on her butt, and as he spins away, oblivious, she shouts after him. "Hey, watch it, what the fuck are you doing here anyway?"
"Huh." Bob stops abruptly, finally registering her, turning around to look, just as Stan dances into him, bouncing off his belly and landing on the floor himself. Erica puts her hand over her face, shaking her head. "Fuck me, what are you two on?" Then, taking her hand away she finally gets a good look at the room, and sees the two tied girls. "Hey." She's trying to get up. "Hey Jodie." She calls down the corridor. "Hey. Get in here. You two." Looking now at the stoners, who are cowering, as Erica can be very scary when she wants. "Explain to me what the fuck is going on here?" Erica has a very alternative style. Her short hair changes colour monthly, currently it's hot pink, and spiked up all over her head, falling down one side. She has a nose ring, and several tattoos, the most visible being a sleeve up her right arm, made up of several different smaller designs, from a prancing unicorn to a grinning sun smoking a fat cigar. She's slim, almost anorexicly so, with small breasts, Erica never wears a bra. For the party she's wearing a semi tight black Iron Maiden tee, the one showing the Fear Of The Dark logo. Tiny tight blue denim shorts with frayed bottoms are worn over black fishnets, with knee high tight fitting Doc Martin's completing her look. She glares at them. "Well?"
"Help us wizard, put her with the other one please." Bob again waves the teddys arm. "What?" Is all Erica manages, looking at Bob and the teddy in disbelief, before she vanishes. She reappears laying next to Jess, in an exact mirror image hogtie, both girls are laid on their sides, facing each other. Erica is screaming, a sound which is muted by the gag she and Jess are now sharing. It's a double ended penis gag, thick black belts strap it to each girls head, buckling at the back, with a large black thick rubber penis protruding out of the centre in either direction, filling up each girls mouth, forcing them to suck and bite down on it. The other addition, the second thing joining both girls together, are the clamps. Ericas tee has been pulled up to her armpits, Jess's has been parted, and metal clamps on a short metal chain are now attached to all four nipples in an X shape cross. This, and the gag, holds the girls close together. The addition of the gag and clamps is enough to rouse Jess, who panics and starts to struggle, which sets off Erica, with both girls soon stopping once the pain of pulling at the clamps becomes clear.
"Wizard dude does it again." Beams Bob. "You the man, the ted. Ted." Which makes them both giggle. "Hold on." Says Stan, causing Bob to turn and look at him. "That girl there, the one with her tits joined to that other girl what said about the first girl being her girlfriend." He's pointing through all of this, with Bob looking in the direction everytime he does, the effect of which is quite comical. Stan continues. "She called out to a friend, before the wizard teddy dude got her all tied up. So there's another girl coming."
"So?" Clearly Bob is lost, looking confused. "What about it?"
"Well. That other girl will be mad too, and so will all the other girls living here be."
"Shit, you're right Stan, they'll all blame us when it was teddy wizard dude who was the dude who tied them up." Stan is nodding. "So what should we do about it?" Bob asks. "Should we run?" Stan shakes his head. "They'd just chase us. But I've got a great plan."
"What is it?"
"What if we get the wizard to do a really really big spell, what if we ask him nicely to tie up all the girls in the block? Then we can leave, and be free."
"But what about Mr teddy wizard?"
"He has to stay here, someone has to take the rap for all this tying up." Bob is nodding. "Good call. Teddy needs to take responsibility for his actions. But after he does this last spell."
"Yes."
"So I'll ask him to tie up all the girls..."
"To please tie up all the girls."
"....right. To please tie them up...."
"And to get that one tied to the chairs tits out."
"....and to....Why?"
"Just because I want to see them. They look like some big tits. I like big tits."
"Oh. Okay." Bob holds the teddy up to his face, and puts on a serious expression. "Right Mr teddy wizard dude. Last spell. We need every girl in this building tied up nice and tight in this room, all over the place. Please. Got it?" Stan nudges him. "And....?"
"Oh right. And show us that girls tits." He turns the teddy around, and points out Scarlet to it. "And tie them up some more. Okay. Please. Go." He takes hold of one of teddys arms, and waves it around. Scarlet hears the chimes, which this time sounds like a carillon, and braces herself.
Six more girls appear in the room, all at once.
Two of them are naked, clearly having been taken whilst in the shower. Beth, quite a large girl from the ground floor, with a huge bust, currently wrapped up in a very tight rope harness, to match her stomach, is hogtied on the kitchen counter top. Rope at her ankles is joined to rope at her wrists, her long blonde hair is also rope tied off to her ankles, pulling her head back, showing off the large black ball gag she's wearing. She's laying in a slowly growing puddle, and every time she struggles the water underneath makes it impossible for her to move properly, she just slips around. A tight crotch rope is just about visible around her waist, and plunging between her large butt cheeks. Madison is a slim girl with an average bust. She's been strung up by her rope tied ankles, hung from one of the metal roof beams helping to support the ceiling lights. Her wrists are bound behind her. She's also gagged with a large ball, white in her case. Her long dark brown hair is hanging, limp and wet, towards the floor. Bubbles and water are dropping off her, puddling on the floor. Her pubic hair is half shaved, the other half still covered in white foam, now also slowly sliding up her towards the floor.
A girl Scarlet doesn't know, but thinks is Hannah, appears on the floor, tightly mummified in thick black tape. There are no gaps in the wrapping save for her nostrils. Only a slight lump shows her small chest, only by looking at the outlines of her can you tell her arms have been forced to her sides.
Jodie, Ericas friend, was clearly still getting changed. She's appeared on one of the three seater sofas, sat on the middle cushion. Her legs are spread out in tight straight lines to either corner, and rope tied off at her ankle to the one of the rear feet, this shows off her tiny sky blue pants, tight fitting enough to reveal every curve and bump of her slit. Her arms are hooked over the sofa back, tied at elbow and wrist, and tied off somehow behind it. She has on a plain black cut off short sleeved tee. Her gag is a full head harness, with straps everywhere and a large red ball forced into her mouth.
An older student, Mary, also from the ground floor, appears on a chair close by to Scarlet. In her late twenties Mary is retraining as a Landscape gardener, making a fresh start post divorce. She's of average build, a curvy lady, now bound in exactly the same way as Scarlet, right down to the gag. Mary is wearing leggings with a vertical rainbow stripe pattern. Her dark green hoodie is unzipped, showing off the cleavage from her v necked white tee.
Finally there's Natasha, who like Jodie was still only halfway changed. She appears laying on the floor over by the stairs, covered in zip ties. Natasha is a thin busty girl, but shorter then average, with dyed white hair. She's only wearing a pair of tight black latex leggings, with a lace up front crotch. A zip tie has been placed every couple of inches all the way up her legs, right to her butt. Her arms have received a similar treatment, forced behind her with zipties running all the way from wrists to elbow, several also bind her arms to her upper body. Closer inspection shows even her spread fingers are zipped together, left hand joined to right. Several cloths have been forced into her mouth, with zipties holding them in, forcing her jaws apart as they dig in. Her large breasts are each wrapped in several zip ties at the base, with a really tiny one going tight around each nipple.
Scarlets top is yanked down at the shoulders, her bra straps too, by the same invisible force that bound all the girls, her included. Her impressive breasts have been pulled out of both top and bra cups, exposing them. They've then been wrapped in rope using a figure of eight style. As she looks around the room all of the new arrivals look panicked, attempting to shout through various gags even whilst they struggle and squirm, seeking a way out of the tight ties they've been put into. The two guys are nodding approval at the room, looking pleased. "Okay then teddy wizard dude." Says Bob, placing Scarlets teddy, to which her bracelet is still loosely tied around the neck, on a table. "You stay here, and remember to explain to the police that all this is your fault."
"That's right teddy dude." Adds Stan. "We weren't even here." Which sets them both off giggling again. Before leaving the two of them conduct a tour of the room, acting for the most part like two art critics as they stop at and examine each girl, commenting on her outfit and how she's tied. Most of the girls breasts get prodded, or a nipple is twisted. Scarlet, clearly Stans favourite, has to endure him actually licking each of her nipples in turn. She's just grateful they're obviously too stoned, or stupid, to consider taking some photographic mementos.
She watches them leave, making their slightly unsteady way down the stairs, still discussing all the girls, currently on the topic of which one they'd take away with them, if they could. Hannah and Natasha seem to be the favourites, them being tied in the easiest position for carrying. Most of the girls are still struggling, except for Jess, who glanced at her as the stoners conducted their tour, who perhaps suspects and remembers certain similarities with a past unexplained tie up. Regardless, seeing her girlfriend look her way, Scarlet looked back, and shook her head. Jess ceased trying to struggle free after that. Finally the voices die out, as they no doubt exit through the front door, abandoning all the girls in their various helpless states.
Eighteen. The gatecrashers. Multi girl pileup.
Term ends. On the final Friday, after lessons have officially finished, most of those living on campus, along with a scattering who don't, throw an outdoors party on the Football pitches. The nearest residence to the campus, a farm on the other side of the hill, is several miles away, so noise complaints won't be an issue. The student committee hires and erects two huge open sided tents, for the dance floor and DJ booth, there will be several DJ's, all students, chosen by knockout competitions held all term. A smaller open sided tent off to the side will house the bar, and some tables, with three food vans parked nearby serving burgers, chips, a hog roast, or slices of pizza. This will be Scarlets sixth end of term party, having missed one in year two due to illness.
For her, the final days lesson was a practical, felling Western Red Cedar with chainsaws in a nearby woodland, thinning out the stand until the remaining Cedar are harvested for their timber by another group of students several years from now. Heading back to her room she's a sweaty mess, covered in sap and sawdust, wearing her specialist brown protective chaps over blue jeans and black protective boots, with a dirty but tight fitting white tee and her dark red hoodie worn unzipped. Her orange hard hat sits on her head. In the lobby she bumps into Jess, also just finished for the day, wearing her usual outfit of cream Jodhpurs tucked into black knee high boots, and a black baggy non zip hoodie. She looks upset, but smiles when she sees Scarlet. "Well hi pretty girl. You look a mess." Scarlet leans in to kiss her, planting her hat on Jess's head as she does. "Hello back. I know, been cutting trees down all day. I'm worn out." She looks at her girlfriend. "Are you okay? You looked sad."
"I'm fine." Jess brushes the comment away, kissing Scarlet again as they reach the top of the stairs arm in arm, walking together down the corridor. "How long do you need to get ready?"
"You mean we're not sharing a shower?" Scarlet giggles, acting mock offended. "Is my tree sap and chainsaw oil smell not to your liking?"
"Well," Jess pushes Scarlet up against her door, squashing their breasts together, licking her tongue across Scarlets lips. She grins, holding Scarlets wrists together above her head with one hand, watching her squirm, whilst the other delves down the front of her tight jeans. "when you put it like that, how can a girl say no." Scarlet gasps, feeling Jess's finger slide into her, then gasps again as it slides straight back out, with Jess backing off a step, smiling cheekily. "Little tease. Come back here."
"Promises promises." Says Jess, laughing as she dodges a lunge from Scarlet. "I'll come and shower with you pretty girl, how could I refuse. See you in five minutes?"
"Sure sexy J." Scarlet blows her a kiss, and opens her door.
Five minutes later, stripped down to her pants, checking her stomach and arms for scratches from all the sharp branches she's been handling, she hears the knock she was waiting for. Opening the door she finds a naked Jess, wearing only her own orange hard hat, with a towel slung over one shoulder. "I think you forgot something." Is all Jess says, winking, followed by a sharp intake of breath as Scarlet grabs hold of her nipples and tugs her inside, pushing the door closed with her foot. Jess allows herself to be led across the room, tilting her head so Scarlets hat falls onto the bed as they pass, letting her towel fall on the floor. In the bathroom Scarlet pulls her close for a kiss, and Jess takes the oppertunity to a strip her girlfriend, before taking her hand and stepping into the small shower stall. They use up all the hot water, taking it in turns to wash the stink of forests and horses off each other, becoming frequently distracted by kisses and carresses. Finally, all clean, and conscious of time passing, they step out and wrap towels around themselves. At her front door she gives Jess a final kiss. "See you in the communal area in an hour?"
"Sure pretty girl." Scarlet closes and locks the door, then goes to get ready for the party.
Fifty minutes later Scarlet walks from her room to the communal area at the centre of the buildings first floor, which is where the stairs exit out. She's wearing skin tight low rise red tarten trousers, with green blue and yellow making up the pattern, worn with a brown belt, and tucked into a pair of old black army boots loosely tied. Up top, covering up her white lace push up bra, to which she's wearing the matching tiny thong, is a tight fitting white vest top with a plunging neckline. Over the top of this is a black underbust corset, which one of the other girls helped her into as the criss cross lace is at the back. She puts her teddy, still taking care of her bracelet for her since today was a practical day, down on one of the tables, she's going to thread the bracelet into her hair tonight, making a plait with it. Whilst downing a glass of water at the sink, she realises she's forgotten her ID and cash card for the bar, and dashes back to her room. Returning with the two cards stuffed into a front pocket, she enters the communal area, only to discover two guys dancing a conga around the room, using her teddy as the leader.
They're obviously drunk, and if the smells wafting from them are anything to go by they're stoned too. The one holding her teddy is fat, with long dark hair tied back and a goatee, his friend is thinner, with messy blonde hair. Both are wearing jeans and hoodies. They see her and stop. "Hey there girlie," Says the fat stoner, "come join our conga." She tries for a reasonable tone. "How did you two get in here?"
"Door was open." The fat one again, as though their being in an all girls block wasn't even an issue. "Come on, dance with us."
"That's my teddy, so put him down, please." She can feel her temper flaring. "Then leave." She takes a step towards them, and with comical timing they back off a step. She huffs, and they giggle, which doesn't help her mood. "Put him down, and go. Last warning."
"She's getting mad Bob." Says the skinny stoner at the back, peering around from behind his fat friend. "Chill out girlie. We're all friends here."
"I am not 'girlie'." She almost shouts at them, even bringing up her hands to exaggerate the quotation marks. "Now leave." She takes another step. The fat one, Bob, waves her teddy at her from across the room as she advances. "Help us little dude, stop her." She's grinning, sure of her strength after these last two years of physical outdoor labour, sure she can herd these two stoned interlopers down the stairs and push them out the door. She's grinning, until she hears the chimes, stopping her in her tracks, her mouth dropping open, even as she feels herself being tugged backwards into darkness.
She's only there briefly, in the dark place, she's sure of it, but time seems to stretch. It's pitch black all around, the only colour coming from small and scattered patches of pale whites, pinks, and greens, as though the black were a vast cloud all around her, with the colours those of strange alien suns breaking through. The only sound is of a howling wind, which tugs at her hair and clothes, with hurricane force, and freezes her bones. The only thing she can see are a multitude of mouths, of all different sizes, suspended in the darkness all around, like a hundred grinning Cheshire cats. Except every single smile reveals row upon endless row of sharks teeth.
She reappears in mid scream, terrified, halfway across the room from where she just was, tightly bound to one of the plastic backed metal legged dining chairs. She feels tightness all over instantly, as her newly acquired ropes dig in, holding her in place. Her legs are bent at the knee, and spread wide, with each ankle tied off high up at the top of a separate rear chair leg. Her wrists and elbows are tied behind her, thrusting her chest forward, with her wrists tied off somewhere on the chairs underside. Rope is wrapped tightly all over her chest, squeezing her breasts from both above and below, holding her body against the plastic chair back. She stops screaming abruptly, realising what's happened: The fat stoner, Bob, being stood close to her, has managed to tap into her magic, using it to fufill his plea before she could reach him and his skinny friend. But she knows what to do. "I'd like to not be tied up now." She says, and waits. Even the two stoners wait, stunned into silence by the last minutes strange events, standing and staring at her, very obviously looking and enjoying how the ropes have stretched and spread her out. But there are no chimes. "Shit." Scarlet exclaims. The thin one looks shocked. "Language girlie. Shut her up Bob."
"Sure Stan. Go on ted." He waves her teddy at her again. "Shut her up." The chimes sound again, and then, with her powerless to stop it, her mouth is suddenly full. A large red ball gag is tightly strapped in place, forcing her jaws wide, the strap plastering her hair to her face. She looks at the stoners, who are both high fiving her teddy, and suddenly she realises. It's the bracelet, not her but it. Suddenly she remembers the boys when she was sixteen, they'd had hold of her bracelet when they tied her, and now those two have it, and without it she can't untie herself. She grimaces at the realisation, as the first strand of saliva leaks out between the ball and her bottom lip, dripping off and landing on her cleavage, she's screwed.
"You in here pretty girl?" Scarlet jerks her head around at the sound of Jess's voice, coming from the corridor. "We. Um. We need to talk, I can't wait until after....what the....Scarlet? What are you two doing to my girlfriend?" Jess has stopped just inside the room, staring in disbelief at the scene she's wandered into. She looks stunning, even trussed up tightly Scarlet can't help but admire the view, tight blue jeans with horizontal rips like ladder rungs climbing all the way up both legs are tucked into knee high lace up brown boots with huge heels. Above she's wearing a white top that resembles a cloth statigically wrapped around her body, her whole midriff is exposed, and her large breasts are only barely covered. Her hair is worn loose, and styled to cascade down one side of her head. The stoners are staring too, unsure of what to do now, and probably too far gone to make any well thought out choices anyway. "Another one Bob." Says Stan, still semi hiding behind his larger friend. "Listen." Says Jess, aiming for the same reasonable tone that failed Scarlet moments ago. "I'm going to untie my girlfriend, and the two of you are going to leave. Got it?" She takes a step towards Scarlet. "But, that's our girl, little ted here caught her for us, she's ours." Protests Bob. "What?" Asks Jess, clearly not believing what she just heard. "Are you two stoned or something?" Both guys giggle, and Stan holds his fingers an inch apart. "Only this much, swear." And then they both burst out laughing. Jess shakes her head, dismissing them and their madness, then continues walking towards Scarlet. She's almost there when Bob calms down enough to notice. "Help us little wizard dude, stop her." He shouts, waving the teddys arm at Jess. The effect is of course near instantaneous.
To Scarlet, it looks as though Jess simply collapses fowards, and is tightly tied up by the time she hits the floor. The magic has hogtied her, rope binds her wrists behind her, and ties them to her waist. Her knees and ankles are bound, with her ankles then joined to her wrists, arching her back. She's ungagged, but must be stunned by the fall, as she lays on her side, silent and still. "Little wizard dude." Proclaims Bob, holding her teddy aloft and dancing him around the room, with Stan following. Dancing right past the corridor entrance, he spins straight into Erica, coming from her room.
She falls backwards, landing on her butt, and as he spins away, oblivious, she shouts after him. "Hey, watch it, what the fuck are you doing here anyway?"
"Huh." Bob stops abruptly, finally registering her, turning around to look, just as Stan dances into him, bouncing off his belly and landing on the floor himself. Erica puts her hand over her face, shaking her head. "Fuck me, what are you two on?" Then, taking her hand away she finally gets a good look at the room, and sees the two tied girls. "Hey." She's trying to get up. "Hey Jodie." She calls down the corridor. "Hey. Get in here. You two." Looking now at the stoners, who are cowering, as Erica can be very scary when she wants. "Explain to me what the fuck is going on here?" Erica has a very alternative style. Her short hair changes colour monthly, currently it's hot pink, and spiked up all over her head, falling down one side. She has a nose ring, and several tattoos, the most visible being a sleeve up her right arm, made up of several different smaller designs, from a prancing unicorn to a grinning sun smoking a fat cigar. She's slim, almost anorexicly so, with small breasts, Erica never wears a bra. For the party she's wearing a semi tight black Iron Maiden tee, the one showing the Fear Of The Dark logo. Tiny tight blue denim shorts with frayed bottoms are worn over black fishnets, with knee high tight fitting Doc Martin's completing her look. She glares at them. "Well?"
"Help us wizard, put her with the other one please." Bob again waves the teddys arm. "What?" Is all Erica manages, looking at Bob and the teddy in disbelief, before she vanishes. She reappears laying next to Jess, in an exact mirror image hogtie, both girls are laid on their sides, facing each other. Erica is screaming, a sound which is muted by the gag she and Jess are now sharing. It's a double ended penis gag, thick black belts strap it to each girls head, buckling at the back, with a large black thick rubber penis protruding out of the centre in either direction, filling up each girls mouth, forcing them to suck and bite down on it. The other addition, the second thing joining both girls together, are the clamps. Ericas tee has been pulled up to her armpits, Jess's has been parted, and metal clamps on a short metal chain are now attached to all four nipples in an X shape cross. This, and the gag, holds the girls close together. The addition of the gag and clamps is enough to rouse Jess, who panics and starts to struggle, which sets off Erica, with both girls soon stopping once the pain of pulling at the clamps becomes clear.
"Wizard dude does it again." Beams Bob. "You the man, the ted. Ted." Which makes them both giggle. "Hold on." Says Stan, causing Bob to turn and look at him. "That girl there, the one with her tits joined to that other girl what said about the first girl being her girlfriend." He's pointing through all of this, with Bob looking in the direction everytime he does, the effect of which is quite comical. Stan continues. "She called out to a friend, before the wizard teddy dude got her all tied up. So there's another girl coming."
"So?" Clearly Bob is lost, looking confused. "What about it?"
"Well. That other girl will be mad too, and so will all the other girls living here be."
"Shit, you're right Stan, they'll all blame us when it was teddy wizard dude who was the dude who tied them up." Stan is nodding. "So what should we do about it?" Bob asks. "Should we run?" Stan shakes his head. "They'd just chase us. But I've got a great plan."
"What is it?"
"What if we get the wizard to do a really really big spell, what if we ask him nicely to tie up all the girls in the block? Then we can leave, and be free."
"But what about Mr teddy wizard?"
"He has to stay here, someone has to take the rap for all this tying up." Bob is nodding. "Good call. Teddy needs to take responsibility for his actions. But after he does this last spell."
"Yes."
"So I'll ask him to tie up all the girls..."
"To please tie up all the girls."
"....right. To please tie them up...."
"And to get that one tied to the chairs tits out."
"....and to....Why?"
"Just because I want to see them. They look like some big tits. I like big tits."
"Oh. Okay." Bob holds the teddy up to his face, and puts on a serious expression. "Right Mr teddy wizard dude. Last spell. We need every girl in this building tied up nice and tight in this room, all over the place. Please. Got it?" Stan nudges him. "And....?"
"Oh right. And show us that girls tits." He turns the teddy around, and points out Scarlet to it. "And tie them up some more. Okay. Please. Go." He takes hold of one of teddys arms, and waves it around. Scarlet hears the chimes, which this time sounds like a carillon, and braces herself.
Six more girls appear in the room, all at once.
Two of them are naked, clearly having been taken whilst in the shower. Beth, quite a large girl from the ground floor, with a huge bust, currently wrapped up in a very tight rope harness, to match her stomach, is hogtied on the kitchen counter top. Rope at her ankles is joined to rope at her wrists, her long blonde hair is also rope tied off to her ankles, pulling her head back, showing off the large black ball gag she's wearing. She's laying in a slowly growing puddle, and every time she struggles the water underneath makes it impossible for her to move properly, she just slips around. A tight crotch rope is just about visible around her waist, and plunging between her large butt cheeks. Madison is a slim girl with an average bust. She's been strung up by her rope tied ankles, hung from one of the metal roof beams helping to support the ceiling lights. Her wrists are bound behind her. She's also gagged with a large ball, white in her case. Her long dark brown hair is hanging, limp and wet, towards the floor. Bubbles and water are dropping off her, puddling on the floor. Her pubic hair is half shaved, the other half still covered in white foam, now also slowly sliding up her towards the floor.
A girl Scarlet doesn't know, but thinks is Hannah, appears on the floor, tightly mummified in thick black tape. There are no gaps in the wrapping save for her nostrils. Only a slight lump shows her small chest, only by looking at the outlines of her can you tell her arms have been forced to her sides.
Jodie, Ericas friend, was clearly still getting changed. She's appeared on one of the three seater sofas, sat on the middle cushion. Her legs are spread out in tight straight lines to either corner, and rope tied off at her ankle to the one of the rear feet, this shows off her tiny sky blue pants, tight fitting enough to reveal every curve and bump of her slit. Her arms are hooked over the sofa back, tied at elbow and wrist, and tied off somehow behind it. She has on a plain black cut off short sleeved tee. Her gag is a full head harness, with straps everywhere and a large red ball forced into her mouth.
An older student, Mary, also from the ground floor, appears on a chair close by to Scarlet. In her late twenties Mary is retraining as a Landscape gardener, making a fresh start post divorce. She's of average build, a curvy lady, now bound in exactly the same way as Scarlet, right down to the gag. Mary is wearing leggings with a vertical rainbow stripe pattern. Her dark green hoodie is unzipped, showing off the cleavage from her v necked white tee.
Finally there's Natasha, who like Jodie was still only halfway changed. She appears laying on the floor over by the stairs, covered in zip ties. Natasha is a thin busty girl, but shorter then average, with dyed white hair. She's only wearing a pair of tight black latex leggings, with a lace up front crotch. A zip tie has been placed every couple of inches all the way up her legs, right to her butt. Her arms have received a similar treatment, forced behind her with zipties running all the way from wrists to elbow, several also bind her arms to her upper body. Closer inspection shows even her spread fingers are zipped together, left hand joined to right. Several cloths have been forced into her mouth, with zipties holding them in, forcing her jaws apart as they dig in. Her large breasts are each wrapped in several zip ties at the base, with a really tiny one going tight around each nipple.
Scarlets top is yanked down at the shoulders, her bra straps too, by the same invisible force that bound all the girls, her included. Her impressive breasts have been pulled out of both top and bra cups, exposing them. They've then been wrapped in rope using a figure of eight style. As she looks around the room all of the new arrivals look panicked, attempting to shout through various gags even whilst they struggle and squirm, seeking a way out of the tight ties they've been put into. The two guys are nodding approval at the room, looking pleased. "Okay then teddy wizard dude." Says Bob, placing Scarlets teddy, to which her bracelet is still loosely tied around the neck, on a table. "You stay here, and remember to explain to the police that all this is your fault."
"That's right teddy dude." Adds Stan. "We weren't even here." Which sets them both off giggling again. Before leaving the two of them conduct a tour of the room, acting for the most part like two art critics as they stop at and examine each girl, commenting on her outfit and how she's tied. Most of the girls breasts get prodded, or a nipple is twisted. Scarlet, clearly Stans favourite, has to endure him actually licking each of her nipples in turn. She's just grateful they're obviously too stoned, or stupid, to consider taking some photographic mementos.
She watches them leave, making their slightly unsteady way down the stairs, still discussing all the girls, currently on the topic of which one they'd take away with them, if they could. Hannah and Natasha seem to be the favourites, them being tied in the easiest position for carrying. Most of the girls are still struggling, except for Jess, who glanced at her as the stoners conducted their tour, who perhaps suspects and remembers certain similarities with a past unexplained tie up. Regardless, seeing her girlfriend look her way, Scarlet looked back, and shook her head. Jess ceased trying to struggle free after that. Finally the voices die out, as they no doubt exit through the front door, abandoning all the girls in their various helpless states.
Great chapter, can't wait to find out how the girls get out of this.
006.
Eighteen. The gatecrashers. Aftermath.
Bob and Stan don't make it far. Campus security finds them a half hour later, sat on a bench just outside of F block, smoking a roll up way too fat to be anything legal. The two cave in almost instantly, security having done no more then enquire as to what they're both doing, insisting that it's all 'teddy wizard dudes' fault, by which point the male and female two person patrol are close enough to the still open door to pick up on the faint sounds of grunting from the upstairs lounge. The female goes to investigate, radioing frantically for help moments later as she discovers all nine girls, all still helpless, Scarlets teddy sitting innocently on one of the tables, watching over them. Extra staff arrive, all female, and the girls are freed. The two stoners are escorted away. They're eventually expelled, with the official line being that it's for possession of drugs on campus, since nobody, including the girls involved, wants to make a statement that will appear on record of what actually happened in F block that afternoon. Surprisingly, all of the girls, with the exception of Jess and Scarlet, decide to tidy themselves up and attend the end of term party. Once untied Scarlet claims her teddy back, and sits it on a small coffee table by the sofa her and Jess now share, nursing large mugs of hot chocolate. The other girls all stop by to give them both a hug on their way out, until eventually, with security having left too, not one of them paying the teddy any attention, Scarlet and Jess are alone.
Jess's eyes keep wandering back to the teddy, and Scarlet can see her working through it, so keeps quiet, waiting for her girlfriend to talk, which she eventually does. "So it was all real then?"
"Yes." Scarlet hazards a guess, that Jess is talking about that first night, putting two and two together, no matter how strange. "Yes, I think so anyway."
"I never asked, before. I know you thought about it, but all I ever wanted was you." She reaches across, and strokes Scarlets cheek, Scarlet turns her head, kissing Jess's fingers, making her smile. "And I got you, so I just kind of blocked out all the weirdness of the how. Sorry."
"For what? Don't be Jess."
"So what was all this, tonight, how did those two stoned wankers do all that?"
"You really want to know?"
"I just want to understand."
"I'm not even sure I do. Not fully anyway. But I'll tell you what I think is right. Okay?"
"Sure pretty girl." Jess smiles, and Scarlet smiles back, before continuing. "It's the bracelet."
"The one your teddy is wearing?"
"Yes. Somehow it's magical. I don't know how." Scarlet adds, seeing Jess frown. "But this is the sixth time now...."
"Sixth!"
"....the sixth time now that some kind of tie up has occurred within touching distance of my bracelet."
"But six?"
"I know. One on my thirteenth birthday, the day I got it. One when I was sixteen. That night with you." Jess blows her a kiss, which Scarlet bites out of the air. "Two experiments, and then just now makes six."
"Experiments?"
"After that night, which made three times, I needed to see whether it was real, so I experimented."
"On who? Actually," Jess shakes her head, "I don't want to know." She looks at Scarlet. "So then how come you were tied up tonight? Couldn't you fight it, or stop it?"
"No." Scarlet shakes her head, looking glum. "I didn't realise it was the bracelet until those two stoners...."
"Those two wankers."
"....those two stoner wankers," she smiles despite everything, "until they tied me, and I couldn't free myself. Then I realised it was the bracelet. But by then I was screwed. And not even you could rescue me, though thank you for trying." She leans over and kisses Jess, cupping one breast with a hand, feeling for the hard nipple beneath the fabric of her girlfriends top. Jess's breath catches, and she returns the kiss, her own hand reaching down to Scarlets trousers, unbuckling the belt and pulling down the zip. Scarlet reaches inside Jess's top, tracing circles around her erect nipple, even whilst she feels her trousers loosen as Jess slips a finger down and inside of her. Abandoning the nipple she reaches down too, unzipping Jess, finding her already wet. The two of them kiss, matching rhythms, reaching a shared climax as Scarlet bites down on Jess's tongue, holding her in place.
After, now with matching smiles, having switched out the hot chocolates for some beers from the fridge, Jess looks at Scarlets teddy again. "So, what will you do, with the bracelet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, isn't it kind of dangerous?"
"I don't see how?" And then Scarlet remembers the dark place she was temporarily dragged into, and grimaces, shuddering. "I think it's safe, for me anyway. Besides, it was a present from my Dad, I can't just throw it away."
"I understand pretty girl, I just want you to be safe. That's all. I care about you."
"I'll be safe."
"Good, just promise me you'll think about it. You don't have to throw it, maybe just put it someplace safe, instead of wearing it."
"Okay Mum, I'll think about it." But she says it with a cheeky tone, which makes them both smile, and starts a play fight, which Scarlet easily wins, laid down on the sofa with Jess laid face up ontop of her, legs wrapped around Jess's holding them together, one arm pinning both of Jess's behind her, whilst the other pinches and gropes at her girlfriends breasts. "I surrender." Giggles Jess. "Ouch, dammit, I said I surrender." Scarlet tugs on her nipple one last time, before letting go, and sitting back up, taking another sip of beer whilst Jess sorts her clothing out, for the second time.
"We have to talk pretty girl." Jess has just handed over another beer, their forth, and is looking serious. "Okay." Frowning. "I get the feeling this isn't good news. Right?"
"I'm sorry. It's not. I won't be returning next term." Jess looks upset, ready to cry, so Scarlet slides across the sofa, and hugs her tight. "Why not?"
"My Dad lost his job. It started like a chain reaction, that's what he called it on the phone to me anyway. They have to sell the house." She pauses, on the verge of tears. "And my horse."
"I'm so sorry."
"Thanks pretty girl. They can't afford to pay my expenses here anymore, and I live too far away to commute, so I can't return. I need to go home, find a job, help out my family."
"That's okay, I understand."
"Do you? We can't see each other anymore now. I really don't want to break up with you...."
"Then don't."
"....but. But I won't be here next term, so we won't see each other anymore. I'll be so busy with a job, and you'll have college."
"Listen." Scarlet pulls away from Jess, so she can take hold of her hands. "I really don't want to break up with you either." She kisses her. "You're the most amazing and sexy thing that's ever happened to me. So we'll make this work. Okay?"
"You'd really try?" Jess sniffs, trying to control her emotions, a half smile forming on her pretty lips. "You'd stay with me, come visit?"
"Sure I would. You really thought a little distance would keep us apart sexy J?"
"I just thought," another sniff, "we're both young, and this is college. Everywhere you look, almost, there's another pretty girl."
"But I don't want any of those other pretty girls." Kissing Jess, smiling. "How do I prove it to you I wonder?"
"How do you....?" Jess looks down, seeing Scarlet remove the bracelet from her teddy, slowly, looking at her the whole time, smiling. "....Hey Just what do you think you're up to pretty girl?" Scarlet finishes tying the bracelet loosely around her left wrist. Still looking her girlfriend in the eyes, she licks her lips. "Just showing you how much I care sexy J."
"You wouldn't." Jess is looking from the bracelet to Scarlets evil smile. "I would." Scarlet winks.
In an eyeblink Jess's arms are pulled behind her, placed together travelling up her back, bent at the elbow with her palms touching in a reverse prayer. Rope binds them tightly in place, lots of rope, enough to bind her arms to her upper body, enough to squeeze her breasts from top and bottom. "Fuck." Exclaims Jess, almost jumping out of her seat. "Damn, that's tight you little....damn." She smiles, shaking her head. "Couldn't you think of another way to show me how much you care?"
"At least seven sexy J." Scarlet blows her a kiss. "But none that were as fun as having you at my mercy for...." She makes a show of checking her phone, and thinking. Jess huffs, but smiles. "Well? Pretty girl. How long?"
"Oh. Um." She smiles back. "I'll get back to you. Now come here, be a good girl."
"And if I won't?" Teasing. Even backing off a couple more steps as she says it, waving her trussed up chest at Scarlet so her breasts jiggle around under the thin material of her top. "If you won't...." Scarlet holds her open hand out towards Jess, and closes it. As she finishes, she's holding a length of rope, wrapped loosely three times around her now clenched fist, one end trailing towards the floor, the other headed towards her girlfriend. She tugs gently on the rope. "....then I'll just have to find a way." Jess looks down at herself, her mouth dropping open. All of her clothes, with the exception of her high heeled brown boots, have vanished, she's completely naked. A dull gunmetal collar, thick and skintight, is on her neck. The collar has a single large ring at the front, and it's this ring that the other end of the rope is tied off to. She looks at Scarlet, smiling now. "That's not fair you know."
"No?"
"No. It isn't very sporting, taking a helpless girls clothes."
"It is fun though." Smiling. "And you do look really sexy." Jess blows her a kiss. "Flattery won't get me over there this time pretty girl. You'll have to...." She's cut off in mid sentence as Scarlet tugs on the rope, causing her to stumble forwards a couple of steps. "Hey." Digging her heels into the carpet, leaning back. "No fair, I wasn't ready." Scarlet laughs, and Jess laughs back. "If you want this sexy body as your little toy you'll have to work for it."
"Okay." Scarlet nods. " But toys don't talk sexy J."
"What? Hey, you mmffpph." Jess is cut off again, this time by the arrival of a gag, appearing in her pretty mouth, forcing her jaws wide. The large ring is gunmetal, matching the collar, and is held on her head by a full harness of black leather straps that plaster her blonde hair down. Jess looks at Scarlet, shaking her head, then she braces herself, and starts trying to back away, even as Scarlet stands up, the two girls engaging in a bizarre variation on a tug of war.
It's a one sided fight, which doesn't last long. Scarlet is simply stronger, and using both hands, passing the rope through them as she pulls, she soon has Jess on a tight short leash facing her. Jess is breathing hard from the struggle, and drool is splattered across the tops of her breasts. Keeping the rope leash wrapped around one hand Scarlet steps in close, eye to eye with Jess. "So I win then. Right?" Jess nods, rolling her eyes to show her amusement. "So that makes you my toy. That's what you said, right?" Jess nods again, then closes her eyes and moans, as whilst she was talking Scarlet had reached down with her free hand, and has begun rubbing at Jess's slit. Jess is already wet, as Scarlet slips a finger inside, continuing her slow back and forth motion, as Jess adjusts her feet, moving to stand with them further apart, giving Scarlet easier access. "Good girl." Says Scarlet, adding a second finger, starting to build her rhythm. Jess moans again, opening her eyes, locking gazes with Scarlet as her orgasm builds inside her, rocking slightly on her heels in time with the strokes. She closes her eyes as she climaxes, tilting her head back as far as the tight leash allows.
Scarlet withdraws her hand, and tugs on the leash to regain Jess's attention. "Did we enjoy that?" Jess nods, which makes Scarlet smile. "Want more?" Another nod. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet." With a tug Scarlet leads the way to her room, with Jess still on a short leash, following obediently behind.
In her room Scarlet strips, leaving the leash puddled on the floor, Jess stands still, waiting, watching her girlfriend peel off her layers, having to climb out of the still laced up corset, until she's naked. Scarlet picks the leash back up, and pulls Jess across the room towards her, bringing her back to touching distance. "Okay, my turn." Scarlet says, pulling on the lead, forcing Jess to bend forward, guiding her head down towards a waiting nipple. Jess flicks her tongue eagerly out from inside the ring gag, licking. Scarlet holds her there, using her own spare hand to carress one of Jess's breasts, squeezing at it, gently twisting and pinching the nipple. She can feel herself getting turned on. Pulling on the leash again she forces Jess off, her girlfriend makes pleading sounds around the gag as best she can. Scarlet smiles down at her, and uses the leash to guide her lower, forcing her down on her knees, so Jess's face is level with Scarlets crotch. "Right there." She tells her, jerking on the rope, tugging Jess's gagged mouth towards her waiting slit. Jess obeys, getting to work, using her tongue to lick up and down the length, burying herself between Scarlets legs, forcing her tongue inside, seeking out the sensitive spots. Scarlet can feel the pleasure building, she can feel her legs becoming weak as her own orgasm builds now. She looks down, straight into Jess's eyes as her girlfriend looks up at her from below. Scarlet blows her a kiss, and in response Jess thrusts her tongue in deep, causing Scarlet to climax instantly. She collapses onto her bed, pulling Jess up and then backwards, to fall with her, even as she makes all of the ropes and collar vanish, so the two girls wind up in a heaped tangle of limbs, with Jess ontop, as they cuddle and kiss, rubbing their naked bodies together.
They fall asleep that way, all tangled together, both of them exhausted, both of them content.
Scarlet wakes up feeling as though something isn't quite right, but since what wakes her are kisses from Jess she's unable to properly focus on anything else. Jess's mouth is on hers, her tongue flicking against Scarlets closed lips, until she opens them, granting access. Jess's hand is on her breast, gently cupping it as she uses a fingertip to trace circles around Scarlets nipple. Dawn light is leaking through a small gap in the curtains. Scarlet smiles around Jess's kisses, still content. "Good morning sexy J"
"Good morning pretty girl. Rested?"
"Yes." She nods, as Jess slides away from her, sitting up on the side of the bed, her legs dangling. "Hey, come back here." Scarlet tries to stretch the sleep out of her, and discovers she can't. All of her limbs feel locked in place, when she tries to move all she hears is a metallic clank. Jess, turns around, smiling down at her. "So, we're awake enough to discover that whilst Scarlet slept Jess was busy." She leans down, kissing Scarlet, whilst at the same time pinching and twisting her nipple, making her gasp. "Welcome to my revenge pretty girl."
She can't see it, but Scarlet has been locked into what is basically a metal pole. The pole runs the entire length of her, from neck to ankles, all the way down the centre of her back, between her butt cheeks, and then between her legs in a straight line. Various solid metal padlockable rings, or cuffs, are welded to the pole. All of them are now locked tight around Scarlet, holding her rigidly in place. At the top her neck is secured. Then around the middle both her elbows and wrists are locked behind her. Further down her legs are locked at knee and ankle height. The whole contraption is the shiny silver of polished steel. Scarlet tries to move, and discovers that whilst she can roll around on her bed, all of her limbs are held in place, she has zero freedom with either arms or legs. She looks up at Jess, now stood and smiling down at her. She smiles back. "Very clever J, I suppose it's too much to hope you forgot about...."
"I didn't." Jess dangles Scarlets bracelet briefly in the air, before tossing it across the room where it lands on the dresser. "Can't have you escaping now can we pretty girl?"
"I guess not." Scarlet tries to roll over so she's on her side, facing Jess. It takes a minute. "So then, what happens now?"
"What do you mean?" Jess is trying to look all confused and innocent, but can't quite keep the smile off her face. Scarlet shakes her head. "Come on sexy J, stop pretending like you don't have a plan. Got me here now." She moves her limbs, making the steel restraints clank. "All helpless. All yours. So what will you do with me?"
"Well." As she speaks, Jess gets dressed, putting on a black bra and white thong, followed by tight white trousers and black converse, with a baggy blue hoodie on top. "As I said pretty girl, this is my revenge. Playful revenge obviously, but still my chance to even the score."
"What score?" She's watching Jess get dressed, still laid on her side, enjoying the sight of her girlfriends naked body too much to think about what getting dressed leads to. "You've tied me up twice now." Jess holds up two fingers, making her point. "So it's time I had one back. Fair?"
"I guess." She clanks her restraints again. "Not like I can really stop you, is it?"
"Nope." Jess, now dressed, picks up Scarlets bracelet. "So, pretty girl. I've got some errands to run, for a couple of hours, or three. So...."
"Wait a minute. You're just going to leave me here?" She shakes her whole body. "Like this?"
"Well." Grinning now. "With a couple of additions."
Scarlet hears the chimes, she opens her mouth, knowing a gag of some kind is coming, and moments later tastes cloth balled up and stuffed inside. She doesnt know that it's the pants both her and Jess had on yesterday, the ones they both climaxed whilst wearing, sealed in with thick black tape wrapped all around her head several times. Metal clamps appear on each nipple, pinching tightly. The other additions are down below. Feeling both a butt plug and huge dildo appear inside her simultaneously is definately weird, both toys are held in place by a tight crotch rope. Almost immediately she realises she can feel both vibrating, very gently. She looks up at Jess, smiling down at her. "Well then pretty lady, you have fun now with all those toys I've given you." Scarlet huffs, and Jess laughs. "I know, I know, I'm evil. But I'm sure you'll get your turn again soon right." She bends down and kisses Scarlet on the forehead, then just below her belly button. "See you soon then. Try not to get too frustrated." Jess returns Scarlets bracelet to the dresser, then blows her girlfriend a kiss, before leaving.
Jess is gone for just over three hours. Knowing she can't walk, or stand up, Scarlet stays on the bed, realising the futility of attempting to reclaim her bracelet. For almost fifteen minutes though she does attempt to find a weak spot anywhere on her restraints. She wriggles all her limbs, and rolls around on the bed, but is unable to work any part of her loose, so she gives up. The buzzing vibrations of the toys pushed inside her are frustrating, combined with the bite and pinch feel of the clamps. Around the twenty minute mark, with no warning, the vibrations begin to intensify. This catches Scarlet completely off gaurd, as by that point she was resigned to being kept shackled, awaiting whatever game Jess chose to play with her next. As the sensation continues to build, she starts to wriggle, helplessly attempting to escape them, moaning as she does, unable to prevent the orgasm that washes over her as she bucks and rolls all over the bed. Almost on cue the vibrations die back down to their original gentle level. Scarlet relaxes, her breathing returning to normal, until twenty minutes later the cycle begins again. Every twenty minutes, to the second, the vibrations front and back cycle upwards at speed, intensifying no matter what she does or tries to say through the gag. She's utterly powerless to prevent it, completely at the mercy of the toys inside that force yet another powerful orgasm on her, before dying away again, leaving her a sweaty shaking mess. It's just after the ninth time, although Scarlet is way too fried to count by that point, that with suspiciously good timing Jess walks in the door, grinning as she sees how much of a mess her girlfriend is.
Without a word Jess walks to the dresser, and picking up the bracelet she crosses the room and ties it loosely around Scarlets wrist. By the time Jess has stripped naked Scarlet has vanished her restraints, gag, and toys. Jess helps her off the bed and together the two girls share a long shower. They cuddle up under the water, sharing kisses. "You're okay right?" Asks Jess as she washes Scarlets back. "I didn't go too far?"
"I'm not mad sexy J." Reaching behind her to stroke Jess's hair. "It was intense, but fun. I liked being at your mercy for a change, seeing how cruel you could be to me."
"Good." She turns Scarlet around, kissing her. "Because I'd hate to hurt you."
"You didn't. I'll be your toy anytime. Just ask."
"And I'll be yours."
There's no happily ever after for Jess and Scarlet. They do date, and both girls make regular visits to the other when work and college schedules allow. Each even spends a week living with the others families over the coming year, with both sets of parents approving of their daughters choice. They split up over the following summer though, after Scarlets graduation. It's a natural drifting apart, with Jess, now having some money of her own thanks to a well paid Secretary's job, wanting to travel, whilst a freshly qualified Scarlet is eager to start her career. Each girl realises they want different things, and the break up is amicable. So Jess's part in this tale ends here, but Scarlets will continue in the next chapter.
Eighteen. The gatecrashers. Aftermath.
Bob and Stan don't make it far. Campus security finds them a half hour later, sat on a bench just outside of F block, smoking a roll up way too fat to be anything legal. The two cave in almost instantly, security having done no more then enquire as to what they're both doing, insisting that it's all 'teddy wizard dudes' fault, by which point the male and female two person patrol are close enough to the still open door to pick up on the faint sounds of grunting from the upstairs lounge. The female goes to investigate, radioing frantically for help moments later as she discovers all nine girls, all still helpless, Scarlets teddy sitting innocently on one of the tables, watching over them. Extra staff arrive, all female, and the girls are freed. The two stoners are escorted away. They're eventually expelled, with the official line being that it's for possession of drugs on campus, since nobody, including the girls involved, wants to make a statement that will appear on record of what actually happened in F block that afternoon. Surprisingly, all of the girls, with the exception of Jess and Scarlet, decide to tidy themselves up and attend the end of term party. Once untied Scarlet claims her teddy back, and sits it on a small coffee table by the sofa her and Jess now share, nursing large mugs of hot chocolate. The other girls all stop by to give them both a hug on their way out, until eventually, with security having left too, not one of them paying the teddy any attention, Scarlet and Jess are alone.
Jess's eyes keep wandering back to the teddy, and Scarlet can see her working through it, so keeps quiet, waiting for her girlfriend to talk, which she eventually does. "So it was all real then?"
"Yes." Scarlet hazards a guess, that Jess is talking about that first night, putting two and two together, no matter how strange. "Yes, I think so anyway."
"I never asked, before. I know you thought about it, but all I ever wanted was you." She reaches across, and strokes Scarlets cheek, Scarlet turns her head, kissing Jess's fingers, making her smile. "And I got you, so I just kind of blocked out all the weirdness of the how. Sorry."
"For what? Don't be Jess."
"So what was all this, tonight, how did those two stoned wankers do all that?"
"You really want to know?"
"I just want to understand."
"I'm not even sure I do. Not fully anyway. But I'll tell you what I think is right. Okay?"
"Sure pretty girl." Jess smiles, and Scarlet smiles back, before continuing. "It's the bracelet."
"The one your teddy is wearing?"
"Yes. Somehow it's magical. I don't know how." Scarlet adds, seeing Jess frown. "But this is the sixth time now...."
"Sixth!"
"....the sixth time now that some kind of tie up has occurred within touching distance of my bracelet."
"But six?"
"I know. One on my thirteenth birthday, the day I got it. One when I was sixteen. That night with you." Jess blows her a kiss, which Scarlet bites out of the air. "Two experiments, and then just now makes six."
"Experiments?"
"After that night, which made three times, I needed to see whether it was real, so I experimented."
"On who? Actually," Jess shakes her head, "I don't want to know." She looks at Scarlet. "So then how come you were tied up tonight? Couldn't you fight it, or stop it?"
"No." Scarlet shakes her head, looking glum. "I didn't realise it was the bracelet until those two stoners...."
"Those two wankers."
"....those two stoner wankers," she smiles despite everything, "until they tied me, and I couldn't free myself. Then I realised it was the bracelet. But by then I was screwed. And not even you could rescue me, though thank you for trying." She leans over and kisses Jess, cupping one breast with a hand, feeling for the hard nipple beneath the fabric of her girlfriends top. Jess's breath catches, and she returns the kiss, her own hand reaching down to Scarlets trousers, unbuckling the belt and pulling down the zip. Scarlet reaches inside Jess's top, tracing circles around her erect nipple, even whilst she feels her trousers loosen as Jess slips a finger down and inside of her. Abandoning the nipple she reaches down too, unzipping Jess, finding her already wet. The two of them kiss, matching rhythms, reaching a shared climax as Scarlet bites down on Jess's tongue, holding her in place.
After, now with matching smiles, having switched out the hot chocolates for some beers from the fridge, Jess looks at Scarlets teddy again. "So, what will you do, with the bracelet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, isn't it kind of dangerous?"
"I don't see how?" And then Scarlet remembers the dark place she was temporarily dragged into, and grimaces, shuddering. "I think it's safe, for me anyway. Besides, it was a present from my Dad, I can't just throw it away."
"I understand pretty girl, I just want you to be safe. That's all. I care about you."
"I'll be safe."
"Good, just promise me you'll think about it. You don't have to throw it, maybe just put it someplace safe, instead of wearing it."
"Okay Mum, I'll think about it." But she says it with a cheeky tone, which makes them both smile, and starts a play fight, which Scarlet easily wins, laid down on the sofa with Jess laid face up ontop of her, legs wrapped around Jess's holding them together, one arm pinning both of Jess's behind her, whilst the other pinches and gropes at her girlfriends breasts. "I surrender." Giggles Jess. "Ouch, dammit, I said I surrender." Scarlet tugs on her nipple one last time, before letting go, and sitting back up, taking another sip of beer whilst Jess sorts her clothing out, for the second time.
"We have to talk pretty girl." Jess has just handed over another beer, their forth, and is looking serious. "Okay." Frowning. "I get the feeling this isn't good news. Right?"
"I'm sorry. It's not. I won't be returning next term." Jess looks upset, ready to cry, so Scarlet slides across the sofa, and hugs her tight. "Why not?"
"My Dad lost his job. It started like a chain reaction, that's what he called it on the phone to me anyway. They have to sell the house." She pauses, on the verge of tears. "And my horse."
"I'm so sorry."
"Thanks pretty girl. They can't afford to pay my expenses here anymore, and I live too far away to commute, so I can't return. I need to go home, find a job, help out my family."
"That's okay, I understand."
"Do you? We can't see each other anymore now. I really don't want to break up with you...."
"Then don't."
"....but. But I won't be here next term, so we won't see each other anymore. I'll be so busy with a job, and you'll have college."
"Listen." Scarlet pulls away from Jess, so she can take hold of her hands. "I really don't want to break up with you either." She kisses her. "You're the most amazing and sexy thing that's ever happened to me. So we'll make this work. Okay?"
"You'd really try?" Jess sniffs, trying to control her emotions, a half smile forming on her pretty lips. "You'd stay with me, come visit?"
"Sure I would. You really thought a little distance would keep us apart sexy J?"
"I just thought," another sniff, "we're both young, and this is college. Everywhere you look, almost, there's another pretty girl."
"But I don't want any of those other pretty girls." Kissing Jess, smiling. "How do I prove it to you I wonder?"
"How do you....?" Jess looks down, seeing Scarlet remove the bracelet from her teddy, slowly, looking at her the whole time, smiling. "....Hey Just what do you think you're up to pretty girl?" Scarlet finishes tying the bracelet loosely around her left wrist. Still looking her girlfriend in the eyes, she licks her lips. "Just showing you how much I care sexy J."
"You wouldn't." Jess is looking from the bracelet to Scarlets evil smile. "I would." Scarlet winks.
In an eyeblink Jess's arms are pulled behind her, placed together travelling up her back, bent at the elbow with her palms touching in a reverse prayer. Rope binds them tightly in place, lots of rope, enough to bind her arms to her upper body, enough to squeeze her breasts from top and bottom. "Fuck." Exclaims Jess, almost jumping out of her seat. "Damn, that's tight you little....damn." She smiles, shaking her head. "Couldn't you think of another way to show me how much you care?"
"At least seven sexy J." Scarlet blows her a kiss. "But none that were as fun as having you at my mercy for...." She makes a show of checking her phone, and thinking. Jess huffs, but smiles. "Well? Pretty girl. How long?"
"Oh. Um." She smiles back. "I'll get back to you. Now come here, be a good girl."
"And if I won't?" Teasing. Even backing off a couple more steps as she says it, waving her trussed up chest at Scarlet so her breasts jiggle around under the thin material of her top. "If you won't...." Scarlet holds her open hand out towards Jess, and closes it. As she finishes, she's holding a length of rope, wrapped loosely three times around her now clenched fist, one end trailing towards the floor, the other headed towards her girlfriend. She tugs gently on the rope. "....then I'll just have to find a way." Jess looks down at herself, her mouth dropping open. All of her clothes, with the exception of her high heeled brown boots, have vanished, she's completely naked. A dull gunmetal collar, thick and skintight, is on her neck. The collar has a single large ring at the front, and it's this ring that the other end of the rope is tied off to. She looks at Scarlet, smiling now. "That's not fair you know."
"No?"
"No. It isn't very sporting, taking a helpless girls clothes."
"It is fun though." Smiling. "And you do look really sexy." Jess blows her a kiss. "Flattery won't get me over there this time pretty girl. You'll have to...." She's cut off in mid sentence as Scarlet tugs on the rope, causing her to stumble forwards a couple of steps. "Hey." Digging her heels into the carpet, leaning back. "No fair, I wasn't ready." Scarlet laughs, and Jess laughs back. "If you want this sexy body as your little toy you'll have to work for it."
"Okay." Scarlet nods. " But toys don't talk sexy J."
"What? Hey, you mmffpph." Jess is cut off again, this time by the arrival of a gag, appearing in her pretty mouth, forcing her jaws wide. The large ring is gunmetal, matching the collar, and is held on her head by a full harness of black leather straps that plaster her blonde hair down. Jess looks at Scarlet, shaking her head, then she braces herself, and starts trying to back away, even as Scarlet stands up, the two girls engaging in a bizarre variation on a tug of war.
It's a one sided fight, which doesn't last long. Scarlet is simply stronger, and using both hands, passing the rope through them as she pulls, she soon has Jess on a tight short leash facing her. Jess is breathing hard from the struggle, and drool is splattered across the tops of her breasts. Keeping the rope leash wrapped around one hand Scarlet steps in close, eye to eye with Jess. "So I win then. Right?" Jess nods, rolling her eyes to show her amusement. "So that makes you my toy. That's what you said, right?" Jess nods again, then closes her eyes and moans, as whilst she was talking Scarlet had reached down with her free hand, and has begun rubbing at Jess's slit. Jess is already wet, as Scarlet slips a finger inside, continuing her slow back and forth motion, as Jess adjusts her feet, moving to stand with them further apart, giving Scarlet easier access. "Good girl." Says Scarlet, adding a second finger, starting to build her rhythm. Jess moans again, opening her eyes, locking gazes with Scarlet as her orgasm builds inside her, rocking slightly on her heels in time with the strokes. She closes her eyes as she climaxes, tilting her head back as far as the tight leash allows.
Scarlet withdraws her hand, and tugs on the leash to regain Jess's attention. "Did we enjoy that?" Jess nods, which makes Scarlet smile. "Want more?" Another nod. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet." With a tug Scarlet leads the way to her room, with Jess still on a short leash, following obediently behind.
In her room Scarlet strips, leaving the leash puddled on the floor, Jess stands still, waiting, watching her girlfriend peel off her layers, having to climb out of the still laced up corset, until she's naked. Scarlet picks the leash back up, and pulls Jess across the room towards her, bringing her back to touching distance. "Okay, my turn." Scarlet says, pulling on the lead, forcing Jess to bend forward, guiding her head down towards a waiting nipple. Jess flicks her tongue eagerly out from inside the ring gag, licking. Scarlet holds her there, using her own spare hand to carress one of Jess's breasts, squeezing at it, gently twisting and pinching the nipple. She can feel herself getting turned on. Pulling on the leash again she forces Jess off, her girlfriend makes pleading sounds around the gag as best she can. Scarlet smiles down at her, and uses the leash to guide her lower, forcing her down on her knees, so Jess's face is level with Scarlets crotch. "Right there." She tells her, jerking on the rope, tugging Jess's gagged mouth towards her waiting slit. Jess obeys, getting to work, using her tongue to lick up and down the length, burying herself between Scarlets legs, forcing her tongue inside, seeking out the sensitive spots. Scarlet can feel the pleasure building, she can feel her legs becoming weak as her own orgasm builds now. She looks down, straight into Jess's eyes as her girlfriend looks up at her from below. Scarlet blows her a kiss, and in response Jess thrusts her tongue in deep, causing Scarlet to climax instantly. She collapses onto her bed, pulling Jess up and then backwards, to fall with her, even as she makes all of the ropes and collar vanish, so the two girls wind up in a heaped tangle of limbs, with Jess ontop, as they cuddle and kiss, rubbing their naked bodies together.
They fall asleep that way, all tangled together, both of them exhausted, both of them content.
Scarlet wakes up feeling as though something isn't quite right, but since what wakes her are kisses from Jess she's unable to properly focus on anything else. Jess's mouth is on hers, her tongue flicking against Scarlets closed lips, until she opens them, granting access. Jess's hand is on her breast, gently cupping it as she uses a fingertip to trace circles around Scarlets nipple. Dawn light is leaking through a small gap in the curtains. Scarlet smiles around Jess's kisses, still content. "Good morning sexy J"
"Good morning pretty girl. Rested?"
"Yes." She nods, as Jess slides away from her, sitting up on the side of the bed, her legs dangling. "Hey, come back here." Scarlet tries to stretch the sleep out of her, and discovers she can't. All of her limbs feel locked in place, when she tries to move all she hears is a metallic clank. Jess, turns around, smiling down at her. "So, we're awake enough to discover that whilst Scarlet slept Jess was busy." She leans down, kissing Scarlet, whilst at the same time pinching and twisting her nipple, making her gasp. "Welcome to my revenge pretty girl."
She can't see it, but Scarlet has been locked into what is basically a metal pole. The pole runs the entire length of her, from neck to ankles, all the way down the centre of her back, between her butt cheeks, and then between her legs in a straight line. Various solid metal padlockable rings, or cuffs, are welded to the pole. All of them are now locked tight around Scarlet, holding her rigidly in place. At the top her neck is secured. Then around the middle both her elbows and wrists are locked behind her. Further down her legs are locked at knee and ankle height. The whole contraption is the shiny silver of polished steel. Scarlet tries to move, and discovers that whilst she can roll around on her bed, all of her limbs are held in place, she has zero freedom with either arms or legs. She looks up at Jess, now stood and smiling down at her. She smiles back. "Very clever J, I suppose it's too much to hope you forgot about...."
"I didn't." Jess dangles Scarlets bracelet briefly in the air, before tossing it across the room where it lands on the dresser. "Can't have you escaping now can we pretty girl?"
"I guess not." Scarlet tries to roll over so she's on her side, facing Jess. It takes a minute. "So then, what happens now?"
"What do you mean?" Jess is trying to look all confused and innocent, but can't quite keep the smile off her face. Scarlet shakes her head. "Come on sexy J, stop pretending like you don't have a plan. Got me here now." She moves her limbs, making the steel restraints clank. "All helpless. All yours. So what will you do with me?"
"Well." As she speaks, Jess gets dressed, putting on a black bra and white thong, followed by tight white trousers and black converse, with a baggy blue hoodie on top. "As I said pretty girl, this is my revenge. Playful revenge obviously, but still my chance to even the score."
"What score?" She's watching Jess get dressed, still laid on her side, enjoying the sight of her girlfriends naked body too much to think about what getting dressed leads to. "You've tied me up twice now." Jess holds up two fingers, making her point. "So it's time I had one back. Fair?"
"I guess." She clanks her restraints again. "Not like I can really stop you, is it?"
"Nope." Jess, now dressed, picks up Scarlets bracelet. "So, pretty girl. I've got some errands to run, for a couple of hours, or three. So...."
"Wait a minute. You're just going to leave me here?" She shakes her whole body. "Like this?"
"Well." Grinning now. "With a couple of additions."
Scarlet hears the chimes, she opens her mouth, knowing a gag of some kind is coming, and moments later tastes cloth balled up and stuffed inside. She doesnt know that it's the pants both her and Jess had on yesterday, the ones they both climaxed whilst wearing, sealed in with thick black tape wrapped all around her head several times. Metal clamps appear on each nipple, pinching tightly. The other additions are down below. Feeling both a butt plug and huge dildo appear inside her simultaneously is definately weird, both toys are held in place by a tight crotch rope. Almost immediately she realises she can feel both vibrating, very gently. She looks up at Jess, smiling down at her. "Well then pretty lady, you have fun now with all those toys I've given you." Scarlet huffs, and Jess laughs. "I know, I know, I'm evil. But I'm sure you'll get your turn again soon right." She bends down and kisses Scarlet on the forehead, then just below her belly button. "See you soon then. Try not to get too frustrated." Jess returns Scarlets bracelet to the dresser, then blows her girlfriend a kiss, before leaving.
Jess is gone for just over three hours. Knowing she can't walk, or stand up, Scarlet stays on the bed, realising the futility of attempting to reclaim her bracelet. For almost fifteen minutes though she does attempt to find a weak spot anywhere on her restraints. She wriggles all her limbs, and rolls around on the bed, but is unable to work any part of her loose, so she gives up. The buzzing vibrations of the toys pushed inside her are frustrating, combined with the bite and pinch feel of the clamps. Around the twenty minute mark, with no warning, the vibrations begin to intensify. This catches Scarlet completely off gaurd, as by that point she was resigned to being kept shackled, awaiting whatever game Jess chose to play with her next. As the sensation continues to build, she starts to wriggle, helplessly attempting to escape them, moaning as she does, unable to prevent the orgasm that washes over her as she bucks and rolls all over the bed. Almost on cue the vibrations die back down to their original gentle level. Scarlet relaxes, her breathing returning to normal, until twenty minutes later the cycle begins again. Every twenty minutes, to the second, the vibrations front and back cycle upwards at speed, intensifying no matter what she does or tries to say through the gag. She's utterly powerless to prevent it, completely at the mercy of the toys inside that force yet another powerful orgasm on her, before dying away again, leaving her a sweaty shaking mess. It's just after the ninth time, although Scarlet is way too fried to count by that point, that with suspiciously good timing Jess walks in the door, grinning as she sees how much of a mess her girlfriend is.
Without a word Jess walks to the dresser, and picking up the bracelet she crosses the room and ties it loosely around Scarlets wrist. By the time Jess has stripped naked Scarlet has vanished her restraints, gag, and toys. Jess helps her off the bed and together the two girls share a long shower. They cuddle up under the water, sharing kisses. "You're okay right?" Asks Jess as she washes Scarlets back. "I didn't go too far?"
"I'm not mad sexy J." Reaching behind her to stroke Jess's hair. "It was intense, but fun. I liked being at your mercy for a change, seeing how cruel you could be to me."
"Good." She turns Scarlet around, kissing her. "Because I'd hate to hurt you."
"You didn't. I'll be your toy anytime. Just ask."
"And I'll be yours."
There's no happily ever after for Jess and Scarlet. They do date, and both girls make regular visits to the other when work and college schedules allow. Each even spends a week living with the others families over the coming year, with both sets of parents approving of their daughters choice. They split up over the following summer though, after Scarlets graduation. It's a natural drifting apart, with Jess, now having some money of her own thanks to a well paid Secretary's job, wanting to travel, whilst a freshly qualified Scarlet is eager to start her career. Each girl realises they want different things, and the break up is amicable. So Jess's part in this tale ends here, but Scarlets will continue in the next chapter.
Great story, well written. Nice to see the girls enjoying themselves. 
I will look forward to see what Scarlet gets up to next.
I will look forward to see what Scarlet gets up to next.
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Interesting continuation. I can’t wait to read where this story will take the many more adventures that Scarlet is bound to have.
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Excellent update. Looking forward to Scarlets future....
Bikinis + bondage = perfect combination
Feel free to PM for RP - to be tied or to tie...
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Twenty two.
Following college, Scarlet finds a job with the Forestry Commision, having both achieved high grades and impressed on previous work experience. She has her own company four wheel drive, and a large stretch of woodland to manage, with all the tools and machinery to do so at her disposal.
The country is split up into patches, and each patch has a team with its own hierarchy of management. There are conferences and meetings throughout the year, and this time Scarlet has been chosen to attend. She has an idea to pitch to those higher up, a reimagining of how the Commision currently handles educational visits and tours, from both schools and colleges, even youth groups like the Cub Scouts. Her local manager approves, so now she has a chance to present to the decision makers. She's nervous, but excited, as she packs a small suitcase and loads it into her four wheel drive. She's never attended anything like this before, never stayed in a hotel, on corporate business or otherwise.
The conference she's attending is scheduled to run from Wednesday to Friday in a Hilton hotel, with all the attendees having rooms booked and paid for by the Commision. Scarlet is due to give her presentation on the Friday.
She arrives on Thursday afternoon dressed casually, in blue jeans tucked into black combat boots and a white vest top. She books in at reception, collecting her credit card style key, and makes her way towards the lifts. There's a man already waiting, wearing black pinstripe trousers and a pale green shirt, with a Forestry Commision lanyard holding his ID badge. He's tall, and well muscled like her, with a buzzcut and a trimmed greying beard that's completely at odds with his otherwise young appearance. He turns to regard her as she stops beside him, giving a friendly nod as he spots her own lanyard hanging out of her jeans pocket. She'd needed to show her own ID at reception. "Hi." He holds out his hand, which she shakes. "Are you speaking, or just attending?"
"I'm speaking, tomorrow." The lift pings, announcing it's arrival, and they both climb in. "You're Scarlet."
"How did you know? Oh, fifth floor for me thanks." She adds, as he pushes the third floor button. "Sorry, that must've come across as slightly creepy right?" She laughs, as does he. "I'm Frank, I'll be on the panel tomorrow, you're the only female speaker listed."
"Right, so you're not stalking me then?" She says, smiling, slightly teasing as she quite likes Frank on first impressions. He smiles back. "Promise." Though she can see him looking her up and down as he says this, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. The lift pings again, announcing the third floor. As the doors open he steps halfway off, blocking the doors, before turning to her. "Anything I can do for you, whilst you're here," he fishes out a scrap of paper, which turns out to be a slightly folded and torn business card. "just ring."
"How about dinner?" She blushes, realising how forward that sounded. "I mean." Trying to recover. "I don't know anyone here, and we need to eat. Right? Unless you have plans? Family here?" She blushes again, realising she's now just asked if he's single. Jess feels like forever ago these days, and she's been mostly single since they split up. She's out of practice. But he just smiles, shaking his head slightly. "No. My ex wife is up north, fucking my ex best friend. Hence the grey." Flicking at his beard. "Dinner sounds good. Seven?"
"Seven." She nods, checking her phone, it's almost half five. "See you then."
"See you." He waves, and walks off towards his room, letting the lift doors close.
Deciding not to seem to eager, or keen, she doesn't dress up for dinner, and keeps her current outfit on. It turns out to be the right choice, as walking into the hotel bar, spying Frank sat alone in a corner booth, she notices he's wearing the same trousers and shirt from earlier too. He spots her, and waves, smiling, she waves back and wanders over, sliding in opposite him.
She likes him, enough that she'd invite him to her room save for wanting to prepare for tomorrow. She can tell, from his body language and the frequent glances he casts at her body, that he feels the same way. "Good luck tomorrow, I'll be fighting for you." He says as she's getting up to leave. "Thank you." She replies, bending down to kiss him, quickly on the lips, before she can change her mind. He looks stunned, but happy, and when she turns around at the bars entrance to glance back, he's still staring after her, smiling.
Friday. She goes for a run, as much to kill time and take her mind off the afternoons presentation as to do some siteseeing. She runs a huge loop, having mapped a route out several days ago with a handy park around the halfway point. She stops here for an hour, buying a cold drink and sitting on a wooden bench, relaxing. Then she resumes. Back at the hotel she grabs a quick bite to eat, just a cold beef sandwich, and heads to her room for a shower. Clean and dry she dresses. A black skirt that finishes just above her knees, secured with a brown belt that has enough excess to hang down her side like a sash. No tights, just a small patch of skin between skirt and her black knee high boots, the heel isn't too crazy. Up top she wears a white long sleeved shirt. She rolls up the sleeves to show she means business, and leaves the top buttons undone to show off her impressive cleavage. No jewellery save some hoops in her ears, and of course her bracelet, still something she only rarely takes off, these days feeling safer wearing it even doing practical work as at least then she knows where it is. Only occasionally does Teddy Wizard Dude get to look after it for her. She smiles at her reflection, remembering the origins of her teddys new name, not the best of days, but the name stuck with her for some reason. She shakes her head, still smiling, those stupid stoners. She puts on her lanyard, tucking her ID into the shirts breast pocket, and sets off to the conference room with her notes and several folders containing copies of her plan tucked under one arm.
She nails it, and her plan is given an initial approval, subject to a review at head office. Which, she was told by Frank last night at dinner, just means management never want to appear too eager, instead preferring to pretend another stage of vetting is needed, when infact her idea will simply sit idle for a month or two before being actioned. Whilst the other managers, there were five of them sat behind the table at the front of the room, are talking in pairs, Frank walks around to her, smiling. "Hey, you did it. Well done."
"Thanks." She smiles back, then on impulse asks. "Are you free later, for a drink in the bar?"
"I'll do you one better. I've been here before, so I know some good spots in town. How about I show you the nightlife?"
"That would be great. What time are you free?"
"How about half six, we'll go for dinner first."
"Half six." She agrees, nodding. "Meet you in the bar?" He nods back, and she leaves.
She dresses up, aiming to make a lasting impression on Frank. Walking down and into the bar she knows her outfit was a good choice from the number of heads she turns. Tight white trousers, with several designer horizontal rips climbing up each leg, are tucked into tight fitting black boots with crazy heels. Up top she's wearing a black corset, she has no bra on underneath. The corset laces up at the front, so the gap running up the middle gives a clear view of both her belly and her squashed together breasts. Her hair is worn down and loose. At the bar Frank does a double take, dressed in blue jeans and a tight white tee, and she smiles at his reaction. "You look stunning." He comments, offering his arm. "Thanks." She replies, linking hers through his, and he leads her outside towards town.
She has an amazing night, the meal, a shared pizza, is great, and filling enough to help soak up the drink that follows. They dip in and out of a half dozen bars and clubs, drinking and dancing in each. After the second bar she's leaning into him as they walk, after the third they kiss, and in the final club they hardly dance, instead she leans against a pillar on the dance floor, near the DJ, as he gently grinds up against her feeling her up, neither one of them caring whose watching. After that returning to the hotel for sex is an unspoken but mutually agreed upon decision.
They go to her room, simply because in the lift he's too busy kissing her, so she reaches back and glances down, pushing for the fifth floor. Luckily it isn't far from the lift to her room, lucky, because as the lift made its slow climb upwards Frank succeeded in relieving her of her corset, and so she runs laughing down the corridor topless, her large breasts bouncing free, whilst Frank follows at a more sedate pace grinning. In her room they both strip off eagerly, casting appreciative glances at each other as equal amounts of toned flesh are revealed on them both. They almost charge at each other, making an audible smack as they collide at the foot of her bed, embracing and kissing even as Frank reaches down to slide a finger inside of her. She gasps, and he grins at her, before they both collapse sideways onto the bed.
Afterwards, they share a shower, which ends up lasting almost an hour, before returning to the bed exhausted. Scarlet sleeps, a smile on her lips.
Unfortunately for her though, Frank isn't a good man.
Slipping quietly out of bed in the predawn hours, Frank carefully puts his clothes back on, all the while looking down at Scarlets prone sleeping body. She's naked, and laid on her back, one arm is thrown over her eyes, and her legs are spread slightly. Only her lower legs are under the thrown back covers, so she's completely exposed to his wandering eyes. The problem with Frank is that a messy divorce has left him bitter, unable to truly care much for a girls feelings, or to see them as anything more then an occasional object for his amusement. Worse still, combined with this is a love of trophy taking. Fully dressed he now takes out his phone, and quietly snaps some photos of Scarlet, even being so bold as to place himself in a couple of selfie style poses, with her visible over his shoulder. Then he casts around the room looking for a small keepsake he can easily steal. His gaze of course lands on her bracelet, still loosely tied about her wrist. Slowly, gently, he reaches down, and eases it off her. She doesn't even stir. He holds it up to his face, turning it, giving his prize a closer inspection. As it twirls he sees her through the circle it makes, and in so doing his brain makes the wish: that if he could, he'd simply take her as a prize, a thing to enjoy for all time. In thinking the thought he pictures her in the manner in which he'd keep her. Of course, the bells sound, and Frank gasps to see his deepest buried desire suddenly made real before him. He panics, dropping the bracelet, and without thinking he dashes from Scarlets room, straight to his, where despite having company commitments today he packs in a hurry, and is on the road home within ten minutes.
The bang of the door closing rouses Scarlet, still hungover and sleepfogged she at first doesn't realise her predicament, spending almost five minutes simply laying still with her eyes closed, her still drunk brain failing to interpret the meaning behind her stretched tight limbs. In fact, she falls back asleep for three more hours, slipping back under easily, paying no heed to anything save how soft the mattress feels.
Looking down on her, sleeping, from above, she is indeed quite a sight. Still naked, still laid on her back, she has been stretched tight across the bed, each limb pointed straight as a compass needle towards one of the four bed posts. A metal cuff, glinting steel, secures each limb, be it ankle or wrist, latched tight. A chain runs from the cuff down to the post, and wraps around it, leaving no slack, no wriggle or struggle room. The chain is padlocked to itself, there are no keys. Scarlets face, her whole head, is covered by a tight fitting black rubber hood. It laces up at the back. Two small holes align with her nostrils, and there is also a zipper to provide easy access to her mouth. The zip is currently open, but only to allow for the large rainbow coloured ball that is strapped on her.
Scarlet wakes properly around eight, and upon realising her situation does the obvious first thing and tries to wish it gone. Her bracelet, discarded on the floor several metres away, ignores her, and she remains locked in place. She huffs, but remains calm, believing herself safe until hotel staff come to clean her room, or to investigate why she has yet to check out. So she waits. It turns out to be a wait of several hours, which in her blind and helpless state drags into an eternity. Several times she feels as though someone is in the room with her, and she tenses, waiting to feel a touch, not knowing whether it will be gentle and loving or harsh and cruel. Several times she explores the limits of her confinement, and is unable each time to free herself, or even move. In the end cleaning staff discover her, so at least her gag and hood are removed, and a sheet placed over her naked body. Unfortunately though, no keys can be found anywhere in the room, and nobody listens to her repeated requests that they locate and return her bracelet to her, so she has to wait for an engineer to first be called out and then to cut her free.
Twenty two.
Following college, Scarlet finds a job with the Forestry Commision, having both achieved high grades and impressed on previous work experience. She has her own company four wheel drive, and a large stretch of woodland to manage, with all the tools and machinery to do so at her disposal.
The country is split up into patches, and each patch has a team with its own hierarchy of management. There are conferences and meetings throughout the year, and this time Scarlet has been chosen to attend. She has an idea to pitch to those higher up, a reimagining of how the Commision currently handles educational visits and tours, from both schools and colleges, even youth groups like the Cub Scouts. Her local manager approves, so now she has a chance to present to the decision makers. She's nervous, but excited, as she packs a small suitcase and loads it into her four wheel drive. She's never attended anything like this before, never stayed in a hotel, on corporate business or otherwise.
The conference she's attending is scheduled to run from Wednesday to Friday in a Hilton hotel, with all the attendees having rooms booked and paid for by the Commision. Scarlet is due to give her presentation on the Friday.
She arrives on Thursday afternoon dressed casually, in blue jeans tucked into black combat boots and a white vest top. She books in at reception, collecting her credit card style key, and makes her way towards the lifts. There's a man already waiting, wearing black pinstripe trousers and a pale green shirt, with a Forestry Commision lanyard holding his ID badge. He's tall, and well muscled like her, with a buzzcut and a trimmed greying beard that's completely at odds with his otherwise young appearance. He turns to regard her as she stops beside him, giving a friendly nod as he spots her own lanyard hanging out of her jeans pocket. She'd needed to show her own ID at reception. "Hi." He holds out his hand, which she shakes. "Are you speaking, or just attending?"
"I'm speaking, tomorrow." The lift pings, announcing it's arrival, and they both climb in. "You're Scarlet."
"How did you know? Oh, fifth floor for me thanks." She adds, as he pushes the third floor button. "Sorry, that must've come across as slightly creepy right?" She laughs, as does he. "I'm Frank, I'll be on the panel tomorrow, you're the only female speaker listed."
"Right, so you're not stalking me then?" She says, smiling, slightly teasing as she quite likes Frank on first impressions. He smiles back. "Promise." Though she can see him looking her up and down as he says this, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. The lift pings again, announcing the third floor. As the doors open he steps halfway off, blocking the doors, before turning to her. "Anything I can do for you, whilst you're here," he fishes out a scrap of paper, which turns out to be a slightly folded and torn business card. "just ring."
"How about dinner?" She blushes, realising how forward that sounded. "I mean." Trying to recover. "I don't know anyone here, and we need to eat. Right? Unless you have plans? Family here?" She blushes again, realising she's now just asked if he's single. Jess feels like forever ago these days, and she's been mostly single since they split up. She's out of practice. But he just smiles, shaking his head slightly. "No. My ex wife is up north, fucking my ex best friend. Hence the grey." Flicking at his beard. "Dinner sounds good. Seven?"
"Seven." She nods, checking her phone, it's almost half five. "See you then."
"See you." He waves, and walks off towards his room, letting the lift doors close.
Deciding not to seem to eager, or keen, she doesn't dress up for dinner, and keeps her current outfit on. It turns out to be the right choice, as walking into the hotel bar, spying Frank sat alone in a corner booth, she notices he's wearing the same trousers and shirt from earlier too. He spots her, and waves, smiling, she waves back and wanders over, sliding in opposite him.
She likes him, enough that she'd invite him to her room save for wanting to prepare for tomorrow. She can tell, from his body language and the frequent glances he casts at her body, that he feels the same way. "Good luck tomorrow, I'll be fighting for you." He says as she's getting up to leave. "Thank you." She replies, bending down to kiss him, quickly on the lips, before she can change her mind. He looks stunned, but happy, and when she turns around at the bars entrance to glance back, he's still staring after her, smiling.
Friday. She goes for a run, as much to kill time and take her mind off the afternoons presentation as to do some siteseeing. She runs a huge loop, having mapped a route out several days ago with a handy park around the halfway point. She stops here for an hour, buying a cold drink and sitting on a wooden bench, relaxing. Then she resumes. Back at the hotel she grabs a quick bite to eat, just a cold beef sandwich, and heads to her room for a shower. Clean and dry she dresses. A black skirt that finishes just above her knees, secured with a brown belt that has enough excess to hang down her side like a sash. No tights, just a small patch of skin between skirt and her black knee high boots, the heel isn't too crazy. Up top she wears a white long sleeved shirt. She rolls up the sleeves to show she means business, and leaves the top buttons undone to show off her impressive cleavage. No jewellery save some hoops in her ears, and of course her bracelet, still something she only rarely takes off, these days feeling safer wearing it even doing practical work as at least then she knows where it is. Only occasionally does Teddy Wizard Dude get to look after it for her. She smiles at her reflection, remembering the origins of her teddys new name, not the best of days, but the name stuck with her for some reason. She shakes her head, still smiling, those stupid stoners. She puts on her lanyard, tucking her ID into the shirts breast pocket, and sets off to the conference room with her notes and several folders containing copies of her plan tucked under one arm.
She nails it, and her plan is given an initial approval, subject to a review at head office. Which, she was told by Frank last night at dinner, just means management never want to appear too eager, instead preferring to pretend another stage of vetting is needed, when infact her idea will simply sit idle for a month or two before being actioned. Whilst the other managers, there were five of them sat behind the table at the front of the room, are talking in pairs, Frank walks around to her, smiling. "Hey, you did it. Well done."
"Thanks." She smiles back, then on impulse asks. "Are you free later, for a drink in the bar?"
"I'll do you one better. I've been here before, so I know some good spots in town. How about I show you the nightlife?"
"That would be great. What time are you free?"
"How about half six, we'll go for dinner first."
"Half six." She agrees, nodding. "Meet you in the bar?" He nods back, and she leaves.
She dresses up, aiming to make a lasting impression on Frank. Walking down and into the bar she knows her outfit was a good choice from the number of heads she turns. Tight white trousers, with several designer horizontal rips climbing up each leg, are tucked into tight fitting black boots with crazy heels. Up top she's wearing a black corset, she has no bra on underneath. The corset laces up at the front, so the gap running up the middle gives a clear view of both her belly and her squashed together breasts. Her hair is worn down and loose. At the bar Frank does a double take, dressed in blue jeans and a tight white tee, and she smiles at his reaction. "You look stunning." He comments, offering his arm. "Thanks." She replies, linking hers through his, and he leads her outside towards town.
She has an amazing night, the meal, a shared pizza, is great, and filling enough to help soak up the drink that follows. They dip in and out of a half dozen bars and clubs, drinking and dancing in each. After the second bar she's leaning into him as they walk, after the third they kiss, and in the final club they hardly dance, instead she leans against a pillar on the dance floor, near the DJ, as he gently grinds up against her feeling her up, neither one of them caring whose watching. After that returning to the hotel for sex is an unspoken but mutually agreed upon decision.
They go to her room, simply because in the lift he's too busy kissing her, so she reaches back and glances down, pushing for the fifth floor. Luckily it isn't far from the lift to her room, lucky, because as the lift made its slow climb upwards Frank succeeded in relieving her of her corset, and so she runs laughing down the corridor topless, her large breasts bouncing free, whilst Frank follows at a more sedate pace grinning. In her room they both strip off eagerly, casting appreciative glances at each other as equal amounts of toned flesh are revealed on them both. They almost charge at each other, making an audible smack as they collide at the foot of her bed, embracing and kissing even as Frank reaches down to slide a finger inside of her. She gasps, and he grins at her, before they both collapse sideways onto the bed.
Afterwards, they share a shower, which ends up lasting almost an hour, before returning to the bed exhausted. Scarlet sleeps, a smile on her lips.
Unfortunately for her though, Frank isn't a good man.
Slipping quietly out of bed in the predawn hours, Frank carefully puts his clothes back on, all the while looking down at Scarlets prone sleeping body. She's naked, and laid on her back, one arm is thrown over her eyes, and her legs are spread slightly. Only her lower legs are under the thrown back covers, so she's completely exposed to his wandering eyes. The problem with Frank is that a messy divorce has left him bitter, unable to truly care much for a girls feelings, or to see them as anything more then an occasional object for his amusement. Worse still, combined with this is a love of trophy taking. Fully dressed he now takes out his phone, and quietly snaps some photos of Scarlet, even being so bold as to place himself in a couple of selfie style poses, with her visible over his shoulder. Then he casts around the room looking for a small keepsake he can easily steal. His gaze of course lands on her bracelet, still loosely tied about her wrist. Slowly, gently, he reaches down, and eases it off her. She doesn't even stir. He holds it up to his face, turning it, giving his prize a closer inspection. As it twirls he sees her through the circle it makes, and in so doing his brain makes the wish: that if he could, he'd simply take her as a prize, a thing to enjoy for all time. In thinking the thought he pictures her in the manner in which he'd keep her. Of course, the bells sound, and Frank gasps to see his deepest buried desire suddenly made real before him. He panics, dropping the bracelet, and without thinking he dashes from Scarlets room, straight to his, where despite having company commitments today he packs in a hurry, and is on the road home within ten minutes.
The bang of the door closing rouses Scarlet, still hungover and sleepfogged she at first doesn't realise her predicament, spending almost five minutes simply laying still with her eyes closed, her still drunk brain failing to interpret the meaning behind her stretched tight limbs. In fact, she falls back asleep for three more hours, slipping back under easily, paying no heed to anything save how soft the mattress feels.
Looking down on her, sleeping, from above, she is indeed quite a sight. Still naked, still laid on her back, she has been stretched tight across the bed, each limb pointed straight as a compass needle towards one of the four bed posts. A metal cuff, glinting steel, secures each limb, be it ankle or wrist, latched tight. A chain runs from the cuff down to the post, and wraps around it, leaving no slack, no wriggle or struggle room. The chain is padlocked to itself, there are no keys. Scarlets face, her whole head, is covered by a tight fitting black rubber hood. It laces up at the back. Two small holes align with her nostrils, and there is also a zipper to provide easy access to her mouth. The zip is currently open, but only to allow for the large rainbow coloured ball that is strapped on her.
Scarlet wakes properly around eight, and upon realising her situation does the obvious first thing and tries to wish it gone. Her bracelet, discarded on the floor several metres away, ignores her, and she remains locked in place. She huffs, but remains calm, believing herself safe until hotel staff come to clean her room, or to investigate why she has yet to check out. So she waits. It turns out to be a wait of several hours, which in her blind and helpless state drags into an eternity. Several times she feels as though someone is in the room with her, and she tenses, waiting to feel a touch, not knowing whether it will be gentle and loving or harsh and cruel. Several times she explores the limits of her confinement, and is unable each time to free herself, or even move. In the end cleaning staff discover her, so at least her gag and hood are removed, and a sheet placed over her naked body. Unfortunately though, no keys can be found anywhere in the room, and nobody listens to her repeated requests that they locate and return her bracelet to her, so she has to wait for an engineer to first be called out and then to cut her free.
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Great continuation to an amazing story. This idea of wishing, you created, was an amazing and interesting one for stories that I hope will continue, as I cannot wait to read more.
Another great chapter, well written.