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I've never got on well with alarm clocks, and this morning was no exception. The annoying mixture of buzzes and beeps coming from the other side of the room was always enough to get me out of bed, no matter how much I wanted to wrap myself in the comforting snugness of my duvet and avoid the real world. But today was a day full of lectures, and my grades would suffer if I missed them.
I kicked the duvet off the bed and staggered, bleary-eyed, to the clock on the chest at the bottom of the bed. I caught my reflection in my full-length dress mirror that had the perfect vantage point in the corner of my tiny student room - I never looked my best first thing in the morning, so I stood up straight and admired the way my prominent nipples strived for attention through the thin material of my nightie. At least they took the observer's eye away from my impressive thicket of unruly hair, which would be attacked with a hairbrush later.
I hit the button on the top of the alarm clock to finally quash the horrendous noise it made, and immediately went back to bed and put my head down. It was then that the doorbell rang, and as the only responsible person in the house I felt that I really should go downstairs and answer it. I rolled out of bed a second time, put on my dressing gown and stepped out of my tiny bedroom to face the waking world.
The waking world was rather shocking for first thing in the morning.
It consisted of Nicole, the beautiful European housemate with lustrous dark hair and a beautiful year-round tan that covered her whole body, standing on the landing, leaning over the bannister to see who was at the door. I could tell that her tan covered her whole body, since she was utterly naked. She turned when she saw me, giving me a view of the rest of her tan, and smiled in greeting. I mumbled a hello (better than my usual early-morning grunt) and she replied in her native language (no-one in the house had worked out where exactly she was from yet) and I wandered downstairs. I was used to seeing Nicole naked, since she regularly wandered around the house with no clothes on.
Jemma was just closing the front door with her bottom, both of her hands occupied by the large box she was carrying. Jemma was a tall, blue-eyed blonde who could have any man she wanted... and generally did. Her attire was brief - a tight t-shirt and a white thong. She looked up at me as I walked down the stairs, and the smile faded from her face.
"Oh, it's you," she said, simply.
"Good morning to you, too," I smiled, trying to ignore her rudeness - she had never liked me, and I had never been able to work out why. I was always nice and polite to her, always friendly and helpful... but she had just somehow taken a dislike to me and nothing I could do changed her low opinion of me. "What's in the box?"
"No idea - the postman just delivered it. It's not for us, though, it's addressed to a house across the road."
"It is a bit early to be receiving post - perhaps the postman is as tired as I am!"
"If you want, I'll deliver the parcel to the correct address on my way to the campus this morning."
"No way! Finders keepers! This is mine now!"
"That's not very honest..."
I could tell that I wasn't getting anywhere with the conversation, so I wandered into the kitchen to make my breakfast. Jemma followed me and dumped the box on the table - the contents rattled slightly, and I wondered what on earth was in it. Just then, Heather entered the room - she was wearing a tight t-shirt and a white thong, just like Jemma. In fact, she looked very similar to Jemma - blue eyes and blonde hair, but not quite as tall... and not quite as rude. Heather and Jemma were the best of friends - and they didn't seem to want to befriend anyone else.
"Morning, Laura," I muttered under my breath, completely ignored by the two blondes.
While Heather prepared breakfast for herself and Jemma, the taller blonde grabbed a sharp knife from the draining board and quickly sliced open the box. She gasped, her icy-cold exterior fading briefly in her moment of surprise.
"What is it?" Heather and I asked in unison, which somehow earned me a glare from Heather.
"Look for yourself," Jemma said, quietly, taking a step back.
Not wanting to be left out, I looked in the box at the same time as Heather. The contents were a very interesting mixture of sex toys, fetishwear and bondage gear. I'd always been fascinated by bondage, but had never had the guts to try it for myself - my computer was full of bondage stories, some downloaded from the Internet, some written by myself, but I'd always been too shy to broach the subject with boyfriends. As the three of us stood there, looking into the box, transfixed, our reclusive Japanese goth housemate wandered into the kitchen, glanced in the box, prepared her breakfast and took it back to her room without saying a word.
"So, what now?" Heather asked.
"I vote we tie Laura up," Jemma said, grinning very evilly at me.
"Err... no, thanks," I smiled, politely - despite my love of bondage, the last thing I wanted was to let this rude, dishonest, manipulative bitch have any power over me.
Having finished my breakfast, I left the two girls to their box of bondage and returned to my room upstairs. I wondered who had ordered such a large box of sex aids, and how disappointed they would be when it didn't arrive at their house this morning! There had to be many hundreds of pounds of equipment in that box. I grabbed my towel from my bedroom and stood outside the bathroom for my traditional morning wait, listening to the sound of Nicole in the shower. Eventually, she emerged, drying her hair with a towel but otherwise completely naked. We exchanged smiles, and I went about my usual morning routine.
In under an hour, I was ready to face the world. Dressed in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, I returned to the kitchen. Jemma and Heather were messing about with some of the toys - they were both still wearing their tight t-shirts and thongs, but now Heather's mouth was filled with a large red ballgag, her bright blue eyes covered with a leather blindfold, and her hands securely cuffed behind her back. She was struggling a little, testing her bonds, while Jemma dug through the box looking for more interesting toys.
"Are you sure you don't want me to deliver this box to its rightful owner?" I asked.
"No way," Jemma replied, not looking up from her excavation, "that sort of talk might earn you a whipping, girl!"
"Okay," I smiled at the back of her head, "suit yourself."
I'd had enough of Jemma, but didn't want her to spoil my day first thing in the morning. I reached across and tweaked the bound Heather's right nipple - she gasped into her gag, looking around wildly despite her blindfold, pulling at the handcuffs binding her wrists behind her back. I smiled to myself and left the room, and bumped into Saki. Saki wasn't her real name, it was a nickname coined by Jemma that had stuck. She usually kept to herself, interacting with the rest of the house as little as possible - she disliked Jemma and Heather as much as I did, and that shared opinion meant that we got on quite well. Her shyness seemed to stem from her lack of confidence with the English language - she rarely ventured from her room, and when she did it was in full gothic makeup and dressed head-to-toe in black. Today was no exception.
"Good morning," I smiled.
"Morning," she replied - I never had any trouble understanding her.
"And how are you today?"
"Fine, thanks, you?"
"I'm good - thanks for asking."
And, with that deep and meaningful conversation completed, we went our separate ways. My day of university lectures was rather dull, in comparison with my daydreams about that huge collection of bondage equipment in the kitchen. I wondered if, now that the house had claimed it, I could sneak a pair of handcuffs and a gag into my bedroom and have some fun on my own... I arrived home late that evening, to find the house a hive of activity. I had completely forgotten that it was Friday - Friday was the day we all dressed in our skimpiest tops and shortest skirts, got completed hammered on cheap alcohol, then wandered to the Student Union for a night of loud music, bad dancing, handsome blokes, cheesy chat-up lines and general fun. How could I have forgotten? Friday night was my favourite night of the week - not necessarily for the cheesy chat-up lines, but more for the dancing.
A different tune was blaring out of each bedroom in the house, as everyone went about their nightclubbing preparation rituals. I had a lot of catching up to do, especially where alcohol was involved. One hour and countless gins later, I stepped out of my bedroom (a little unsteadily, since all that gin on an empty stomach was not a good idea) ready for a night on the town. I was wearing my favourite little black dress with spaghetti straps and my favourite black strappy stiletto heels. Despite my tardiness, I was ready to go out before Nicole - I caught sight of her naked, tanned body wandering downstairs. Sometimes I wondered if she actually owned any clothes.
I followed her into the communal living room, and was as surprised as she was when Jemma grabbed her and Heather quickly handcuffed her hands behind her back. I would have been quite scared in the same situation, but Nicole just laughed it off, looking down at the shiny metal handcuffs tight around her wrists with a smile.
"What's going on?" I asked, stepping into the room.
"Change of plan," Jemma grinned, "we're not going out tonight. We're staying in and playing with our new toys."
"Fair enough," I said, cautiously, sitting on the sofa across the room from the two of them.
Jemma and Heather were both clearly quite drunk, and I didn't want to be pounced on and handcuffed as their next victim. I wondered if I had been first through the door instead of Nicole, if I'd now be handcuffed. Nicole was still smiling - she was fairly drunk too, and enjoying the attention, even if she didn't understand the conversation. It was then that I noticed what Jemma and Heather were wearing - even with my alcohol-addled wits, I was surprised I hadn't noticed their attire before.
The shorter blonde, Heather, was dressed all in black - her waist was squeezed by a tight corset from which her breasts were obviously trying to escape and only just failing, her neck was encased in a leather collar and her legs were encased in fishnet stockings. She was also wearing a leather thong and stiletto-heeled boots. Jemma was dressed in more outrageous attire, again in black - latex opera gloves, latex stockings, stiletto heels and a very large strap-on dildo... leaving her beautiful, perfect breasts bare. Seeing the two girls chatting together as if this was a normal day, both dressed in their extreme fetish outfits, struck me as very surreal.
Nicole sat down next to me, still naked except for her handcuffs, and I couldn't help but admire her tan. I was a little disappointed, since I'd been looking forward to a night of dancing... but I was feeling very curious about how a night full of bondage toys would pan out.
Just then, Saki entered the room. I was about to yell her a warning, in case Jemma and Heather decided to ambush and handcuff her, but then I saw what she was wearing. Saki was dressed in deep red latex - a matching leotard, gloves and stockings. It was the first time I'd seen her not wearing black, although her makeup was still very dark and gothic.
"Looking good, fetish girl," Jemma grinned, looking the Japanese girl up and down.
I couldn't help but agree. Perhaps this was going to be a fun evening after all - I didn't mind so much if Saki was in on the action, since I trusted her a great deal more than I trusted Jemma and Heather. The five of us leaned over the box, which was sitting in the centre of the floor, and peered inside for more toys to try. Jemma, Heather, Saki and myself actively dug through the box - Nicole could only watch, since her hands were still cuffed behind her back.
"What's this?" Heather asked, pulling out a black monoglove.
"A monoglove," I replied, automatically.
"You seem to know a lot about this stuff..." Jemma said, her eyes seeming to bore into me.
"Well, erm... wasn't there one in Pulp Fiction?"
"No," Saki smiled, "that was ballgags."
"That still doesn't answer my question," Heather said.
"Well, since Laura is such an expert, perhaps she should model it for us?" Jemma grinned.
"Erm, no, I wouldn't know where to start..."
"Don't worry," Saki said, helpfully, "I do. Put hands behind back."
I looked around the room, and all four girls looked right back at me. I felt I couldn't say no... peer pressure is a terrible thing. I turned on the sofa, towards Nicole, away from Saki, and put my hands behind my back. Saki had obviously used such an item before, and as she tightened the straps I felt my elbows drawn together behind my back and my chest thrust forward. I looked over my shoulder and she smiled reassuringly at me as she continued her work, tightening my bonds. A few minutes later, and she was finished... and I was helpless.
"Looks good," Jemma smiled.
"Very effective," Heather said.
"Right, now you've seen it, are you going to let me out?" I asked.
"No," Saki grinned, mischievously - obviously enjoying the fun we were sharing.
I shrugged (well, I shrugged as much as I could in my current predicament) and relaxed back into the comfortable sofa, resting on my bound arms, and watched as the three unbound girls in fetish gear continued to dig through the box. Jemma pulled out a pair of door hangers, and I smiled when I saw them - at least with me wearing the monoglove already, I wouldn't be tied to a door with them.
"Okay," Jemma asked Saki, "what on earth are these?"
"They for tying to door," Saki replied.
"Show us," Heather smiled.
Saki looked from one to the other, obviously trying to decide on who to attach to the door. But then she stood up and walked over to Jemma's bedroom door (since the other door in the room led to the main hallway and she didn't want to block access to it). Saki padlocked the door hangers around her wrists, making sure they were tight and secure before she threw the weighted parts of the straps over the door, and closed the door with her bottom. It locked shut, trapping the weighted straps between door and frame, leaving Saki bound helpless with her hands above her head.
"I hope you have key," she said, shifting her position - since she wasn't very tall, having her wrists bound to the top of the door meant that she had to stand on her latex-stockinged toes.
I returned my gaze to the two remaining unbound girls - the girl who had taken an immediate dislike to me, Jemma, and her best friend, Heather. And I suddenly felt rather worried. Heather was still digging through the toybox like an excited child at Christmas, while Jemma was sitting back in a comfy chair, idly playing with the large strap-on dildo between her legs, and smiling mischievously at me. I looked at the other two bound girls in the room - Saki seemed to be quite happy tied to the door for the moment, and the naked handcuffed Nicole was busy trying to drink from a beer bottle.
Heather pulled a second pair of handcuffs from the parcel, and Jemma snatched them from her - I couldn't believe how rude Jemma could be sometimes, but Heather didn't seem to mind. Jemma stood up and walked across to Nicole - she helped the naked, tanned European to her feet before guiding her to lay down, on her tummy, on the coffee table. Nicole gasped as her naked flesh came in contact with the cool wood surface, but Jemma didn't pay any attention - she bent Nicole's legs at the knees and handcuffed her ankles together, tangling the ankle handcuff chain with the wrist handcuff chain to hogtie her victim. Nicole was still smiling, though - I had no idea what she was thinking, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.
Heather then pulled a ring-gag from the box.
"Shall we gag her?" Heather asked, looking at Nicole laying on the coffee table in a strict hogtie.
"No point," Jemma said, "no-one can understand a word she says anyway. Gag Laura instead."
"Hold on a moment," I said, "this is going too far... mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!"
"That was not nice," Saki said, from her high vantage point bound to the door, "I don't think Laura is happy with... mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!"
I struggled with my bonds, my arms firmly held behind my back by the monoglove, my mouth firmly held wide by the ring-gag. I looked up at Saki, who was now wearing a red ballgag that went quite well with her red latex outfit, and her eyes seemed apologetic as she looked back at me.
"Now," Jemma said, "who's going to be first to sample my strap-on?"
She was obviously getting off on the feeling of power and dominance... and having a huge strap-on dildo held erect before her probably added to the feeling. And I began to worry that the power was going to her head. My worries were confirmed when Jemma knelt down in front of Nicole, and made the naked girl perform oral sex on her strap-on dildo... Even though Nicole was giggling and clearly enjoying herself in this absurd situation, I was wondering how far it would go. I suddenly felt very vulnerable...
And then the doorbell rang. Jemma withdrew her strap-on from Nicole's mouth, and stood up.
"You're not going to answer the door dressed like that, are you?" Heather asked, looking Jemma up and down.
"Yes, we're going to answer the door dressed like this," Jemma smiled, taking Heather's arm and leading her out into the main hallway.
I shared some meaningful glances with Nicole and Saki, as we listened to the conversation at the front door.
"Hi," Heather asked, "can we help you?"
"Erm..." came a man's voice, clearly shocked to see two girls in fetish gear answer the door.
"Did you come here for a reason," Jemma asked, "or are you just going to stand there and stare at my tits all evening?"
"Err, yes... erm, I mean no. Erm... I think a package I ordered got delivered to this house by mistake. You don't happen to have it, do you?"
"A package?" Jemma asked, "sorry, we haven't had any post for ages. Have you tried next door?"
"It was full of... erm... are you sure?"
"Positive. You can come inside and check, if you think we're lying."
Come inside? The other two bound girls in the room either weren't listening or didn't understand, but I didn't fancy the idea of Jemma inviting in a man who we'd obviously stolen from... especially since I was currently bound helpless!
"Ahem. No, that... err... won't be necessary. Thanks."
"Suit yourself - we've just tied up our housemates and you're welcome to come in and have sex with them."
"Erm... no... thanks... err... where did you get those outfits from?"
"We've had them for years. Do you want to come in and see our other outfits? Or see what we look like without them?"
"Err... thanks... erm..."
I heard the sound of the door closing - Jemma had clearly scared the poor, shy man away! Heather returned to the living room alone, and smiled at the three bound captives.
"Well, that seemed to go okay," she smiled, pouring herself another drink.
"Mmmmmph?" I asked, hoping to somehow reason with her and be freed from my bonds - when she was on her own, she was nowhere near as bad as Jemma.
"What is it, Laura? Is your gag too tight?"
"No," Jemma said, entering the room brandishing a large pair of scissors, "she's just feeling left out of the fun!"
I looked at the scissors, wide-eyed.
"What on earth are those for?" I asked - well, I would have asked it if I wasn't gagged, but luckily Heather asked my question for me.
"I think that our slavegirl here is a little overdressed, actually..." Jemma replied, crossing the room so she was standing over me.
I looked up at her, and she grinned very evilly at me, softly stroking the huge strap-on that was now level with my open mouth. She opened the scissors and grabbed the straps of my little black dress... a couple of snips later, and my favourite dress was ruined and I was sitting there in just my stiletto heels and a black thong (and my bondage, of course).
"Mmmmmph!" I yelled at her, furious.
How dare she ruin my favourite dress? This was going too far! I glared at her and struggled with my bonds.
"Feisty, isn't she?" Jemma asked, smiling at Heather.
"Cutting her dress wasn't very nice..." Heather said.
"I'll make it up to her... with these..." she said, pulling a pair of clover clamps from the box.
I couldn't really see how a pair of nipple clamps would make me feel better about my favourite dress being destroyed by my least favourite person. And then I looked down at my bare nipples, and I realised that I was now half-naked. And, for some reason, my nipples were very hard... Jemma reached forward and tweaked my nipples - I gasped into the gag, unable to do anything to stop her doing anything she wanted... She grabbed my right breast and held it steady while she applied the first clamp - I screwed my eyes up tight as the harsh device gripped my tender flesh, and a long low moan escaped from my gag as she let go. She repeated the process on my left nipple, and within moments I'd forgotten about my ruined dress... my whole world focused on my nipples...
I didn't resist as Jemma turned me so my back and bound arms were pressed against the side of the sofa. She sat astride me, pinning me down on my bound arms, and then she spread my legs, putting her legs between mine to keep my legs apart. And then she reached down between her legs to start her huge strap-on vibrating, and guided it between my legs... I gasped again into my gag as she found my clitoris through my thong, and I immediately began to writhe... but I no longer wanted to escape, I just wanted more stimulation...
"Err, Jemma?" Heather asked.
"Go find your own slave-girl to play with," Jemma snapped, clearly enjoying having her wicked way with me.
Not that I was complaining. I closed my eyes and arched my back, groaning louder and louder as she pressed the strap-on against my clit... and then she grabbed the nipple clamp chain between her teeth and gently tugged... I was helpless to do anything but enjoy her attentions... and drool everywhere. I squirmed beneath her, spreading my legs wider, trying to lean forward to lick her soft skin through my ring-gag, wanting her close to me... We must have been a sight to Nicole, hogtied naked on the table next to us... but all I could think about was getting more stimulation, more pleasure from the vibrator and pain from the clamps, and I wanted to show this wonderful woman how much I appreciated her attentions...
And then the doorbell rang, and I snapped out of my trance. Jemma quickly stood up, and the pleasure left my clitoris but the pain remained in my nipples. I closed my legs, suddenly feeling very shy... and somewhat ashamed, at enjoying the attentions of this girl I really disliked. I looked over my shoulder to see that Heather had been pleasuring Saki, rubbing her fingers up and down the latex-clad Japanese goth's body.
Jemma and Heather immediately went to the front door, again making no effort to hide their fetish outfits. I laid on the sofa and recovered my breath and my thoughts. And then I decided that I didn't want to be bound helpless when the two girls returned. Unfortunately, with my hands firmly trapped inside the monoglove, I could do nothing to help Saki or Nicole... or even myself. My only chance would be to run away and hide - not that I'd be able to get far in this small house, but I needed to at least make the effort.
I went to the door the two girls had just left through, and nudged it open with my foot. Looking out into the hallway, I saw that the two girls were halfway out the front door, talking quietly with whoever was there. This was my chance to sneak up the stairs - difficult, in stiletto heels, but somehow I managed to make the journey. I stood on the landing, and eavesdropped on the conversation at the front door.
"But I thought we'd already established that we didn't receive your package," Heather said.
"I didn't believe you then, and I don't believe you now," came the same man's voice as before, sounding more confident now.
"Do we look like liars to you?" Jemma asked.
"Yes," came another man's voice.
"That's just not on," Jemma replied, "coming to our house, interrupting our evening and accusing us of being liars!"
"But you are," came yet another man's voice, "since we delivered the box to your house this morning. Don't you recognise me? I was dressed as a postman last time you saw me..."
"Well, we've done this a number of times. Usually, the occupants of the house just give the box to its rightful owner. But, on this occasion, we've struck gold - we've found a house full of kinky girls ready to become our slaves."
"Enough talk - get 'em!"
Three men pushed into the house, overpowering Jemma and Heather in seconds. The two blondes were pushed back against a wall, and their wrists and elbows were quickly handcuffed behind their backs, and ballgags were pushed into their mouths. One man took particular interest in Jemma's bare breasts, and took the opportunity to give them a good grope and fondle...
"Nice tits..." he grinned, "I'll enjoy playing with these later."
"Hey, look at this!" called another man from the living room.
Within moments, the three men were in the living room - no doubt marvelling at how their job had already been done for them, since Nicole and Saki were bound helpless for them already. I stepped back, my heart racing - I had to hide from these invaders, free myself from my bondage and help my friends. But how?
"Shouldn't there be another girl in this house?"
"Yeah - there should be five. Check upstairs. She shouldn't be too much trouble - the monoglove isn't in the toybox."
"Cool - I'm going to enjoy this. Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
One of the men ascended the stairs. I dashed into my bedroom and quickly looked for a place to hide. In my panic, I decided that under the bed was the easiest option, so quickly got down on the floor and wriggled underneath... a rather difficult manouevre, with my arms bound behind my back and vicious clamps on my nipples that kept getting caught on the carpet. But, within moments, I was safe under the bed. And I saw a pair of shoes walk into my bedroom.
"Well," came the man's voice, "I guess she must have left the house. She's not upstairs..."
I breathed a sigh of relief and drooled on my carpet... I half-expected a rough hand to grab my ankle and pull me from beneath the bed, but didn't. The man just returned downstairs, empty-handed. I heard the sounds of my four housemates being led out of the house by these three devious men. I wriggled back out from underneath the bed, and stood up. I caught sight of myself in the mirror - wearing just a skimpy black thong and strappy stiletto heels, I was almost naked... and bound with a ring-gag, monoglove and clover clamps, I was quite helpless. And alone.
I looked at my reflection. I had no way to free myself from my bonds. What do I do now?
I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror a second time. I was made-up for a night on the town, and even though this was a Friday night I doubted that I would be dancing much. My red-lipsticked lips were parted by a large ring-gag, which kept my mouth held wide open and ensured a steady stream of drool flowed down my chin. My arms were trapped firmly behind my back by a single-sleeve monoglove which I had no chance of removing, while my nipples were viciously gripped by a pair of tight clover clamps that gave constant stimulation... and constant pain. My sexy ensemble was finished off by a small black thong, moist with my arousal, which was nestled tight against my crotch and between my buttocks, and a pair of very strappy stiletto-heeled shoes which I didn't want to wear for any longer than I had to.
Downstairs, my four housemates were being led outside by a group of three men who had managed to trick us into bondage... I had somehow managed to avoid capture, but I was beginning to wonder if that was such an achievement. With my arms trapped in the monoglove, I had no way of releasing myself... and my nipples really wanted to be released from the clamps. But if I gave myself up to those men, no-one would know that we had been kidnapped... and it would be ages before anyone set out to rescue us. But decisions can be rather difficult to make when your nipples are clamped...
I exited my bedroom and headed downstairs as fast as my stiletto heels allowed... just in time to see the front door closing. The intruders had left it unlocked... but bound as I was, I had no way of opening it. Or even locking it.
I walked into the communal living room, and saw that the big box of bondage toys was still present - I had expected it to have been removed by the intruders. Perhaps they intended to come back for it later. I sat on the sofa, wincing as the heavy chain between my nipples jangled, and tried to think through all the possible courses of action. My housemates had been kidnapped, I had been left bound helpless, what was I to do?
Phone for help! The perfect plan, the most sensible idea. Unfortunately, we didn't have a land-line - we'd voted against it, since splitting the bills sounded far too complicated. But I did have a mobile phone, in my handbag. Back upstairs, in my bedroom. My spirits buoyed by the plan, I got to my feet and headed upstairs. My handbag was on the chest at the bottom of my bed... and it was zipped shut.
I leaned down in front of it and tried to work out how I would unzip it. Ideas didn't present themselves as quickly as I'd hoped, possibly since I was a little distracted by the clamps still clinging to my sensitive nipples. I licked the zip with my tongue until I could trap it between my tongue and my ring-gag. Unfortunately, even though I could just get enough grip to pull at the zip, the edge of my handbag followed... I eventually had to give up, the zip wasn't going anywhere.
I straightened up again, wincing as my nipples complained. My feet were hurting now, and I really needed to sit down and take off the shoes... but their strappiness meant that I had no way of removing them until my hands were free. And then I remembered that my housemates all had mobile phones, perhaps I could use one of them.
Nicole's bedroom door was open, but there was no sign of a mobile phone. Heather's bedroom door was locked shut. Downstairs, I found that Saki's bedroom door was also locked shut, but Jemma's bedroom door was open (probably left open by the burglars, after they had freed Saki from it). Jemma's mobile phone was sitting in the middle of her bed, vibrating silently...
I climbed onto the bed and sat on the phone... the vibrations passed through my tiny thong and made me feel much better about my unfortunate circumstances... It was just what I needed... The vibrations seemed to go on forever, and I eventually decided that I should answer the phone and find out who needed to get in touch with Jemma so urgently. After a few attempts, I managed to press the appropriate button with my nose.
"At last!" came a whispering female voice from the phone, "I thought you'd never pick up! It's Sarah... Remember me? Anyway, I need your help."
"Mmmmmph?" was all I managed to say in reply.
"It's a long story. I'm trapped in some sort of mansion in France, I think. Some megalomaniac has me hostage, and I need to escape! I was hypnotised to be a superheroine, but the hypnosis has worn off - I think I heard a word on the television that dispelled it."
"Mmmmmph!" I yelled as loudly as I could, trying to get her attention, but she just ignored me.
"This man is a complete nutter! He's using me as a nightstand table! He's got my wrists cuffed to my ankles and a thick wooden collar around my neck which he keeps his whisky and lamp on! Admittedly, the whisky and lamp are currently on the floor since I've had to get myself to a phone to call you... He's also got me wearing a silver mask and weird metal clamp things on my nipples that really hurt! It's so crazy... I don't know if I can cope!"
"Mmmmmph!" I tried again, but she was lost in her own world...
"I'm trapped, I'm scared... if I escape, I know that he has loads of traps in this place, and I'll only be caught again. I need to become that superheroine again... she's my only way of escaping from this place. Please... I think I know how to do it. I just need to hear someone say 'Ascension' and I will be transformed. Please... just say 'Ascension' for me!"
"Mmmmmph!" I yelled, trying to get across the fact that she wasn't the only damsel in distress.
"I can barely hear you, you're mumbling. Please! Say 'Ascension' - it's all I need! Please say..."
Her voice was cut off - I looked at the phone, and it displayed 'Low Battery'. I jabbed some buttons with my nose, but the phone only turned itself off. I swore into the gag... this was not going to plan! Not stopping to wonder about the mysterious Sarah, I turned my attention to working out how to recharge Jemma's phone. I didn't think my charger was compatible, but surely someone must have something suitable somewhere. A quick search of Jemma's bedroom didn't provide anything I could use... but then I saw her computer and could have kicked myself. I could use the Internet to get help!
Only one computer in the house had an Internet connection - Nicole's. I marched out of Jemma's bedroom and ascended the stairs again, and within moments was kneeling in front of Nicole's PC, trying to hit the power button with my nose. It sprung into life on the third attempt, and I sat on Nicole's swivel chair while I waited for Windows to boot up.
I wriggled, trying to get comfortable - the movement caused the chain between my nipples to move, which brought fresh pain to my sensitive nipples. I winced... I had hoped that they would have gone numb, but all this moving around hadn't given them the chance. My jaw was aching now too from prolonged time in the ring-gag, and my breasts were covered in my own drool. My shoulders were also beginning to ache from the monoglove, and as for my feet in the strappy heels...
Nicole's computer finally finished its boot-up sequence, and I was rather disappointed to find that all the text was in a foreign language. Still, I could probably guess at what the buttons did, since they should be in the same places as in the English version. Typing a message with my nose was rather challenging, and resulted in numerous typos, and trying to manipulate the mouse was next to impossible. But soon I had a message, saying where I was and that I needed help since I was bound helpless and couldn't free myself. And then I had to work out who to send it to, who I could trust to come find me and help me quickly... and without telling all my friends!
Unfortunately, my decision was made for me... maybe it was the fact that I was hampered by my bondage, maybe it was the fact that I was distracted by the nipple clamps, maybe it was the fact that I had had many glasses of gin in the past couple of hours... but I definitely didn't mean to press the button which sent the message before I was ready... I sat back, unable to decipher the foreign script, wondering who I had just informed of my helplessness. And then a reply appeared on the screen. It simple read: 'Cool'. And then another reply: 'Be there in five'. And a third reply: 'Did you mean to send that to the whole campus?'
The whole campus? I stood up and walked out of the room, my mind reeling as I thought of the possibilities. I returned to my own bedroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror again. I'd just announced my helplessness to the whole campus, and right now a number of people were racing towards my house... presumably to rescue me... but then I wondered if the first person to arrive would have rescue on their mind. Did I dare stay in the house and wait? I knew that, in a few minutes' time, I would be helpless at the hands of a complete stranger... I felt the adrenaline and excitement coursing through my body, as I debated whether to await my fate, or try to flee through the back door.
And then I heard the doorbell ring.
And then I heard the front door open, and close.
And then I heard the front door being locked.
Why did this visitor let themselves into my house without even waiting for me to answer the door? And why did they feel the need to lock the door? I suddenly realised that perhaps their intentions were not truly honourable... and that perhaps I ought to try to escape.
I walked out onto the landing and looked downstairs into the entrance hall. The visitor was nowhere to be seen. Walking as carefully and quietly as I could in my stiletto heels, I slowly made my way downstairs... hoping to sneak to the kitchen and then out through the back door. It was then that I noticed that the door to the lounge had been shut - I quickly moved towards it and listened, and heard the sounds of someone rummaging through the box of bondage toys.
Any doubts about their true intentions left my mind at that moment - this visitor didn't want to free me. He or she wanted to play with me... and fun though it sounded, I'd had enough. I just wanted to get free!
And then I heard the doorbell ring.
And then I heard the sound of someone trying to open the front door, and cursing when they found it locked.
I now had a choice. Either wait to see what this intruder intended to do with me, or try to exit the house via the back door and throw myself upon the mercy of my other visitors. Since I knew that the intruder definitely had no intention of immediately freeing me, I decided to gamble upon the intentions of the person or persons waiting outside. I couldn't open the front door, but hopefully the back door was unlocked and...
My thoughts were interrupted by the lounge door opening. I had dallied too long. I was now at the mercy of the intruder, whom I was now standing in front of, face to face. The intruder was female, with pale skin and a gorgeous body. She was very tall, quite slim, strong but not over-muscled. Her face was hidden by a skintight black latex hood that covered her head and hair - it smoothed over her eyes and nose, rendering her face featureless... except for her mouth, which was held open by a ring-gag. The only part of her face I could see was the inside of her mouth, where her long tongue flicked in anticipation.
The rest of her costume consisted of black latex opera gloves and black latex stockings, with black stiletto-heeled shoes... which meant that the pale flesh of her torso was completely bare. I could see her full, round, naked breasts, her erect nipples and her shaved pussy.
This figure standing before me seemed totally surreal, in a sexy fetishy kinda way. Arms, legs and head encased in black latex, the rest of her completely naked... I found that just looking at her turned me on. Her head nodded slowly as she looked me up and down - I assumed she was looking me up and down, since I couldn't see her eyes. In fact, I didn't even know if she could see out of her latex hood.
"Mmmmmph?" I asked, nervously.
"Mmmmmph," she replied, confidently - I wondered if she had gagged herself to prevent herself from speaking, and thus giving me the chance to recognise her voice. At least, this way, her identity was a complete secret from me. I wondered if I knew her.
She stepped forward, placing her latex-clad fingers on my shoulders. One hand moved up to stroke my face, while the other moved down over my breasts, feeling my clamped nipples (which made me wince) and moving further south to my skimpy thong which she removed by ripping it from me. That was the second item of clothing which had been destroyed that night... and now I was naked, but I didn't feel shy. Perhaps it was because I couldn't see her eyes.
Her hands moved together, meeting at my breasts - she traced her fingers along the chain between my nipples until she found the middle, and then she backed into the lounge, pulling me after her. I had no choice but to follow, trying to ignore the complaints from my nipples as this sexy stranger exerted her power over me. My mind was racing - what did she want? What were her limits? What did she intend to subject me to? And who was she?
She reached into the toybox and pulled out a second pair of clover clamps, identical to mine. She entwined the two chains, and then attached the second pair of clamps to her own nipples... without even a gasp from her gag... and then she backed away from me, and the entwined chains pulled taut, and the clamps tightened on both her nipples and mine... but I was the one who stepped forward to relieve the pain. I moaned into my ring-gag - perhaps this was her way of showing her dominance over me.
She led me out of the room by my nipples, and all the way upstairs and into Nicole's bedroom. Nicole, as well as being blessed with the Internet, was blessed with the largest bed in the house. The masked intruder climbed onto Nicole's bed and backed away, forcing me to climb onto the bed after her as the chains between our nipples pulled taut again. I was drooling profusely now, and noticed that she was too.
We were both kneeling on the bed, face to face, our nipples connected by clover clamps and chains. And even though we were both wearing ring-gags, I was the only one that was utterly helpless... she pushed me down onto the bed, trapping my monogloved arms beneath me, and spread my legs, leaving me open, exposed and vulnerable... She knelt astride me and turned, the chains between our nipples twisting as she moved, until her legs were either side of my head... and her naked pussy directly over my face.
She sat up straight, and the chain tightened, and my nipples were pulled upwards as hers were pulled downwards... but while she was clearly enjoying the stimulation, I only wanted it to stop... so I did the only thing I could do... I poked my tongue out of my ring-gag and licked her moist pussy... She immediately eased off the pressure on my nipples, and I got the message... pleasure her or feel the pain. So I pleasured her.
I shifted my position, moving my head upwards so I could press my gagged lips against her pussy... I lapped at her labia while she squirmed and moaned above me, teasing her clit with my tongue, pressing my nose against her, tasting her arousal as she writhed on my face... and then she lowered herself, pressing herself against my face, and I had no choice but to pleasure her now, unable to move as she rubbed her pussy against me... and then I felt a pain in my nipples as she pulled on the chain, and I heard her groan at the same time as her own nipples experienced the same pain, and I thrust my tongue deep inside her... forgetting about my pain, my movements taking on a sense of urgency as I felt the first waves of her orgasm approaching... all I cared about was her pleasure... all I wanted to do was please her... my whole world was her... and then she came, and her body shuddered, and my nipples were agony, and her juices flowed freely into my wide open mouth...
And then it was over, and we were both panting through our gags... she leaned over me, bending forward, relieving the tension on my nipples... and she spread my legs with her hands (I was powerless to stop her)... and then I felt her tongue on my clit... and it was my turn to squirm...
She pushed her pussy against my face again, and I knew exactly what was expected of me... I pleasured her pussy through my ring-gag while she pleasured my pussy through her ring-gag... we both writhed in unison as we came closer and closer to orgasm, and she tugged on our clamped nipples at the moment of climax... I was overwhelmed with ecstacy, with passion, with the intensity of it all... my back arched and my body shuddered as I came, and I felt her shudder as she sat on my face, again filling my mouth with her juices. I was out of breath, out of energy, out of everything... but very, very happy.
It only took her a few moments to recover before she climbed from me and removed the clamps from her nipples - I had hoped that she would have removed the clamps from my nipples too, but it wasn't to be. Instead, she used the chain between my nipples to guide me to my feet, and then lead me downstairs. I was feeling a little groggy, what with the sex and the alcohol, but managed to keep my balance on my stiletto heels as she opened the front door and pushed me outside into the cold, dark night... into the arms of the small crowd that had also responded to my computerized plea for help...