The Friends

by Andrea Jordan
 

Rachel followed Becky into her room. Both girls were in their early twenties, tall, slim and attractive and wearing denim shorts. The room was decorated like any other room in a 20-something student house-share. As Becky entered, she closed the door and flicked the radio to on. In common with most people on visiting a friend's room for the first time, Rachel looked around the room, casting an eye over the CD collection and looking through the books on the shelf.
At one end, leaned up against the bookshelf was a long, intricate-looking piece of metal with a large hole in the centre and two smaller holes at each end.  "What's this Becky?", the friend asked innocently.
"Just something to wear", Becky replied.
Rachel continued to study the heavy metal object, until her friend came over and took it from her hands.  "You wear it like this", she explained as she lifted it up and closed the large centre hole around her friend's neck.
"Is this some sort of torture device?", Rachel questioned, somewhat taken aback by the feel of the steel around her neck.
"Close", Becky replied, "it's a rigid hand and neck cuff, you put your neck and wrists into these holes and then lock the device with a padlock here. Do you want to try?"
"I don't know", her friend hesitated.  "Don't worry, I'll let you out again, I promise", Becky reassured.
With some coaching from her friend, Rachel put both hands into the rigid cuffs and Becky closed the restraint around her.
"Now all we have to do is to lock this padlock through here", Becky smiled.
"OK", was Rachel's hesitant response, as her friend snapped shut the large padlock and removed the key.
Rachel stated to wriggle her hands to try and get them out of the steel restraint.
"Is this thing very secure?", she asked innocently.  "One of the most secure restraints in the world today", Becky smiled, "in fact I'd say that without this key your chances of escaping are about zero" and with that she put the key into the back pocket of her jean shorts, sat down on the bed and started leafing through the magazine on the bedside table.
Rachel stood there in semi-shock.
"Well aren't you going to unlock me, or something?" she demanded.
"Sometime..." her friend responded, without even looking up from her magazine.
Rachel started to wriggle more vigorously, but only managed to bruise her wrists and knock her chin on the steel.
After a while she started to feel a strangely pleasant sensation, being restrained by her attractive friend.  She sat down on the floor by the bed and began to enjoy the feeling of helplessness, being totally dependent on Becky for her freedom. She thought about the key tucked into Becky's back pocket without which she'd never be released from her restraints.
Becky sat up and threw her legs over the restraint, one leg either side of her friend's head.  "How does it feel to be totally helpless?", she smiled as she slid forward wrapping Rachel's head between her thighs.
Rachel heart raced as she felt the smooth skin of her girlfriend's thighs tighten around her neck.
Becky then reached across to her bedside table and retrieved a bright red ball gag with a leather strap.  "Just in case you should want to shout out", she purred as she slipped the ball into her friend's mouth and tightly buckled the strap.
"And just to ensure complete silence...one click and you'll not be saying anything", she whispered as she slipped a padlock through the locking buckle and clicked it shut.
Rachel's thoughts had still not caught up with reality. Ten minutes before she had walked into her friend's room, expecting to chill out and listen to music and here she was securely chained and gagged with her head held tightly between her friend's thighs. The most confusing thing was that she was loving the feeling.
Becky released the grip of her thighs and beckoned for Rachel to lie down on the floor. Her friend complied, as if in a trance. Becky then took two small D-locks, normally used to secure the wheels on a motorbike and unlocked each. She then slipped the first around Rachel's left ankle; a tight fit, and relocked the shackle with the security key. She then repeated the exercise locking the second lock around both her friend's right ankle and the first lock.
"I doubt if even the fire service would be able to free you from these", Becky purred.  Rachel glanced down at the maximum-security steel restraints on her ankles, and just knew that she would not be running off that evening.
"Now I just need something for a blindfold", Becky said, as she looked around her room, her eyes ending up at her used laundry basket. "I'm sorry to have to do this to you", she smiled as she pulled out a pair of her blue jeans. She then took one of her thick leather belts and started to thread it through the hoops. Rachel could manage no more than an unintelligible mumble as she saw what was coming next.
Becky put the used jeans over her friend's head and started to tighten the belt, which in the end went around her friend's neck twice before being tightly buckled.
"It might be a bit smelly", she laughed, and "I haven't washed these in a while".
Just to be certain, Becky took another padlock and locked it through the belt hoops. Rachel just lay there, excited by her growing incarceration.
Becky stood over her prisoner, smiling as she wriggled hopelessly around on the floor. She then collected up all the keys to the restraints she had used, attached them to her key ring and put them in the back pocket of her jeans.
"We have a couple of lectures this afternoon" Becky stated, "although it doesn't look as though you'll be able to make them...shall I give them your apologies?" Rachel stated to struggle, worried about being left alone in her current predicament.
"Don't worry, I'll be back in a couple of hours" her friend reassured, "and anyway, I think this is just reward for the little trick you played on me last week."
Rachel heard the bedroom door shut and her friend's footsteps disappear down the stairs. Although she was very turned on, she was also furious that her friend had left her alone. She knew that there was no way she was going to escape her bonds, but maybe she could get outside and get help from one of Becky's housemate.
She struggled to her feet, not an easy task with her hands locked by her head, and tried to walk until she remembered the shackles around her ankles. She sat back down and thought more about her predicament. She then started to slide herself towards where she remembered the door to be. She struggled to her feet again and moved her body until she was able to feel the door handle. She pulled the door open and fell back to the ground.
After much effort she worked her way through the door, along the corridor and arrived outside Emma's room.  Rachel knocked on the door and waited. By now she was very hot and breathing heavily inside Becky's jeans.
Emma, who was also wearing short denim shorts, opened the door and looked down at the chained up heap in the hall. She immediately realised what Becky had done.  "Rachel", she said, "she's been trying for ages to get someone to fall for that trick and put on those cuffs.  And it looks as though you fell for it hook, line and sinker!".
"And oh dear", she continued, "after you played that trick on her the other week", she laughed, "things don't look good".
Rachel replied as best she could from within the jeans.
"OK, OK", Emma replied, "I'll try and get you out of that lot if I can.
Emma went to find some scissors, "locking her jeans over your head", she smiled, "that's cruel. But at least I can cut one of these loops and get you out".
After some cutting, the makeshift, but very effective, blindfold was off. Emma continued to inspect the other restraints, "Well let's hope she left the keys", she said, "Otherwise you won't be going far for a while".  After a search of Becky's room, Emma emerged with a small key. She tried it in the padlock holding the gag, which popped open. Rachel was clearly relieved.
"Arrrh", she exclaimed, "what a bitch".  "What a fool", Emma smiled, "what did you think that device was for? Brushing hair?".
"Look, how can I get my ankles unlocked, and how can I get my hands and neck out of this thing?", Rachel snapped.
"Hey, I'm trying to help you", Emma replied, "Without my help you'd still have your head in Becky's smelly jeans. And anyway, if Becky's taken the other keys with her, then there's no way your going anywhere".  Rachel lay back against the wall, she knew Emma was right.
With Emma's help, the two girls went back into Emma's room and start to watch TV. After about two hours, a key could be heard in the front door. Emma left the room and came back in a minute later with Becky.  "I see Emma took pity on you", she smiled as she took the keys out of her pocket and dangled them in front of Rachel. Rachel looked past the keys to Becky's long brown legs towering before her.
"Please can you let me out", she felt she had to say.  "Maybe", her captor replied, "I'll see whether Emma will take anymore pity on you", and with that she threw the keys over to Emma, who was sitting on her desk, with her feet up on the chair. Becky blew her Captive a kiss, went back towards her room.
"At last", Rachel exclaimed, "get me out of these".  "What's it worth?", Emma joked, as she sat dangling the keys.
Once again, Rachel felt turned on as her eyes moved from the keys to her new captors legs and tight shorts. She tried to stand up, but fell backwards on to the floor.
Emma carried her chair over to her friend and placed it over her so that one of the leg supports pinned Rachel's neck to the floor. She then sat down on the chair and rested her long legs on the nearby wall. She ran the keys up and down her thighs as she looked down at her mesmerised friend. Emma knew that Rachel couldn't take her eyes off her long, tanned legs. The phone rang and Emma proceeded to chat at length.
After an hour, Emma stood up, moved the chair, came over and sat astride the helpless girl. She inserted a key into the padlock holding the rigid cuffs and gently removed the restraint.
Emma then moved herself forward so that she was sitting on Rachel's neck, with one thigh either side of her head. Rachel didn't resist, but ran her fingers gently over her friend's thighs. Emma leant back and unlocked the leg restraints.
"Are you busy this evening?", Emma asked, still sitting on top of her friend.
Thirty minutes later, Rachel's head was again between Emma's thighs, a larger bicycle D-lock had been squeezed over Emma's thighs and Rachel's neck and the shackle locked. Becky had pocked the only key and headed out for the evening.