Scott & Amanda

Standard Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Anyone unable to tell the difference between fiction & reality should seek professional help. This is adult in nature and not intended for viewing by minors, or anyone who could be harmed by reading it.

Scott entered his little sister's room early in the morning, to get her up for school. Well before school, actually, because he wanted a chance to play with her a little before they had to leave to catch the bus. Scott had been spending a lot of time with his new girlfriend, and felt guilty for neglecting his sister. He & Amanda were practically inseparable up until he had started High School this year, now that they were attending different schools he saw her a lot less, and with his girlfriend taking up a lot of free time, it seemed like they were growing further apart.

Amanda was still sound asleep, and her dark brown hair and serious face looked adorable and innocent as Scott crept up beside her bed, quietly so as not to wake her. He reached out and took a lock of her hair and gently brushed just the tip of her nose with it. Her nose twitched, and he did it again. He kept tickling her gently with her own hair, first the nose, then the ear, then trailing gently along her lips, until she finally woke up from the tickling, itchy pestering.

Her eyes opened sleepily. "Hey, you."

"Good morning, sleepy head." And he kissed her cheek, and began tickling her sides and her ribs with his long, flexible fingers. She giggled and laughed and tried to roll away from his assault, and he just grabbed her and rolled her back and kept tickling.

"Tickle, Tickle, Tickle!" he said, his fingers dancing all over her skin, grabbing and pinching and prodding her ribs, and up in her armpits, and her neck, then suddenly down to her belly, then along her legs, then quick as a flash back up to her vulnerable, ticklish ribs.

She laughed and giggled, hysterically, until he had her practically shrieking with delight.

"Whoa! Not so loud! You'll wake up mom and dad."

She was laughing too hard, but trying to catch her breath to tell him something, but she couldn't get the words out because she was laughing so hard, and that made it funnier and set her off again, louder than ever.

Scott startled and looked up as she shrieked loudly in her laughing fit, as if he expected his parents to angrily burst in right that moment to see what the noise was all about at this early hour of the morning. He quickly clapped his hand over Amanda's mouth.

"Sshhhh, now, you'll get us in trouble if you're too loud."

But with his other hand, he started tickling her sides again, keeping one hand securely over her mouth for safety's sake. Then she struggled to get away, and he lost his grip on her. It looked like she was about to say something, but she was trying to get her breath back.

Scott took his hand off her mouth to pull her back to him and tickle her some more, which set off laughing again. If he didn't use both hands to hold her, she'd get away, but if he didn't keep his hand on her mouth, she'd wake up their parents. Thinking quickly, he pulled her blankets and bedcover up over her head for a moment. Then he got up and crossed to her dresser, and opened a drawer. He snatched up a soft, white handkerchief and a handful of brightly colored bandannas.

Amanda had gotten her breath back and untangled herself from her bedcovers. She was looking up at him, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Scott, what I was trying to tell you before is I can't...."

"Here you go, I've got just the thing," Scott said, ignoring her. She claimed he ignored her all the time, which he claimed wasn't true, but yet it still seemed to happen an awful lot. He had folded up the handkerchief into a nice, neat, compact square. "This will keep you from waking up the whole house!"

"But, you don't have to do that because ulmmpfffff!!!!" as Amanda didn't get to finish because Scott popped it into her mouth quick as a flash. Then he tied the red bandanna around her head, deftly knotted in the back, over her mouth to hold the hanky safely in place. "That'll help keep you guiet so mom and dad can sleep. Now, where were we?" And he fell on top of her, pushing her back onto the bed, and his hands roamed her body, seeking out the most ticklish spots.

Now able to tickle without fear of parental interruption, Scott redoubled his assault, and had Amanda shrieking and squealing into the gag, making muted, muffled howls of laughter and joy. She kicked her feet, knocking her bed covers all around, and struggled to get away from the tickling assault. Scott kept up until he had her helplessly exhausted from laughing, sucking in air through her nose, unable to to get much oxygen from her packed mouth. She felt faint and giddy, and practically light headed.

He lay back on her small bed with her while she caught up her breath. "I know I haven't been around much since school started, and I've been out with my girlfriend a lot, but after my date tonight, when Aunt Karen comes to pick us up, we'll have the whole weekend together. We can play games or watch movies or whatever you want to do. I promise."

That reminded Amanda of what she wanted to tell him. "Hmmrff," she started, but then remembered she still had the gag on. Feeling silly for forgetting it, she reached up to pull it down.

"Oh no you don't!!" Scott said in his playful mock-stern voice. "You're still the prisoner of ...The Tickle Monster!!!" and he started to tickle her over again. She shrieked and giggled and rolled this way and that to escape those knowing, kneading fingers that traveled all over her, but this assault didn't last nearly as long as the last. After a brief tickle, just to let her know who was still in charge here, he said, "Come on, let's get some breakfast." And he rolled over her off the bed, then pulled her with him, off the bed and onto her feet. She was wearing white socks, and just the oversize "football jersey" style nightshirt, and (he naturally assumed) her panties. He, of course, had planned ahead so he was already dressed for school.

She again reached up to remove the gag, figuring that if they were going to breakfast, the tickle game was over. But he again caught her hand as she reached up. "Now, now, didn't I just say you're still my prisoner? We'd better do something about those hands." He picked up the black & white bandanna. "Now cross your wrists." Amanda sighed theatrically, but then shrugged & did so, and Scott tied her hands loosely in front of her with the bandanna. He moved behind her and placed a hand on each of her shoulders, pushing her in front of him. "Now, March!" and he guided his captive down to the kitchen for breakfast, after grabbing a handful of the bandannas & stuffing them in his back pocket, just in case.

Once in the kitchen, he realized he was going to have to let go of her to make his captive breakfast. So, he decided to let her watch cartoons while he was busy in the kitchen. He marched her over to the couch and pushed her backwards so she fell to sitting, and flicked the TV on to cartoons. "Now, don't move or you won't get breakfast!" And he took the remote control with him. Amanda knew she was only loosely tied and could probably squirm free with just a little effort, but she also knew he had to untie her for breakfast and to let her get dressed for school anyway, so a few more minutes wouldn't hurt. Secretly, she was just glad he was paying attention to her again, he'd been so busy with his new girlfriend that the only one she got to see any more was their neighbor, Jill. Jill was in high school with Scott, but had more or less taken over Scott's job of babysitting Amanda when their parents were out, since Scott was always off with his girlfriend. Maybe Jill would want to play "Prisoner" with her some night. Amanda leaned back against the couch and watched cartoons.

After a few minutes, Scott came back. He had breakfast baking in the oven and figured he had a few minutes before the timer chimed, so he'd enjoy his captive sister a little more while he could. Amanda had really grown up in the past year, and was just on the verge of starting puberty. It was hard not to notice. Some parts of Scott had noticed before his mind had, apparently, and the tickling game had awakened an almost painful erection. This was nothing really new, because Scott was at the stage of puberty where no one really had to be in the room for him to suddenly have a painful erection. Actually, it was almost a rarity for him not to have a painful erection.

He came back into the living room and sat down next to his prisoner. During commercial, he reached his arm around her waist, and took hold of her, and playfully pulled her up to sit on his lap, getting a free tickle in the maneuver. Amanda slid up onto his lap, and wriggle back against him to watch TV. She became aware that she wasn't wearing anything except her pink panties and her football jersey-nightshirt...which wouldn't concern her except it felt like she was sitting on the remote control, and it was poking her panties up into her buttcrack.

She wriggled a little bit to get off of it, not realizing that Scott had left the remote control in the kitchen when he was making breakfast. Amanda wriggling around on his lap didn't make the erection any less painful...and there's no telling what might have happened next if the timer hadn't chimed at that moment...the same moment that keys rattled in the doorlock and their next door neighbor Jill walked in.

Jill & Amanda

Jill was in the same grade as Scott, but you wouldn't know it to look at them. Jill had hit her growth spurt early, and was now almost a head taller than Scott- and towered over most of the girls in her grade. Unfortunately, height was about the only way she was growing, and her chest was still underdeveloped. She was tall and pipe-cleaner thin in that awful, awkward, gawky-dorky adolescent way. Jill played basketball to maximize her height advantage, and pretended not to notice the nicknames her shorter classmates tagged her with. She was blonde and blue-eyed and tried as much as she could to write the name calling off to jealousy. She'd just feel better if she had a chest.

Jill was their next door neighbor, and over at Scott & Amanda's at least as often as she was at her own house. For one thing, Scott had a basketball goal mounted in his driveway, so she was always over for practice and Horse and one-on-one. For another thing, her parents were never home, so she felt better, and her parents felt better if she was in a house that actually had parents in it. Other than that, her parents never really bothered to check on her, they always just assumed that if Jill wasn't around, she was next door.

Scott's parents had taken in their "adopted daughter" with casual neighborly grace, and Jill wasn't sure they knew how much it meant to her, having a place to go. In exchange for the occasional dinner, Jill was more than happy to help Amanda with her homework, babysit when Scott wasn't around (which was more and more often these days, and Jill had noticed far more than Amanda had) and to take bring in the mail & water the plants while they were out of town. Jill had a spare key in case Amanda or Scott ever lost theirs.

Scott looked baffled at Jill's sudden entrance, and Jill looked just as surprised to see Scott there...with Amanda tied up and gagged on his lap. They exchanged "deer in the headlights" looks with each other.

"Hey, Jill. What are you doing here?" Scott got his tongue back first, but then, he had home field advantage.

"Ummm...I came to check on the place while your parents are gone. I, uhhh...I thought you guys were already gone to school? And what are you doing with Amanda?"

Scott laughed. The look on Jill's face was just too precious, and the tension he felt over being "busted" in a compromising position needed release. The surprise had pretty much cancelled his erection, but he knew it would be back. "She's my tickle-prisoner. It's just a game. You can help me guard her, now that you're here. I knew you were going to watch the house, but my parents aren't leaving until tomorrow."

"Dude, your parents are already gone. Their car isn't outside. They asked me last night to stay with Amanda after school until Karen got here because you were going to be out with L.A."

"What? Why didn't they tell me that?" Scott was surprised.

Amanda started laughing. She tried saying, "That was what I was trying to tell you all along!" But it came out muffled and incomprehensible through her gag. Jill caught on right away. "I think your sister knows, maybe you should ask her." She smiled, and Amanda nodded back to her.

Scott slid Amanda off his lap and gave her another tickle. "Well, if you were coming over after school, what are you doing here now? Are you wearing that to school? That's a little casual, even for you."

Jill was dressed in her standard t-shirt, cut-off jeans shorts, and white keds sneakers that she wore to run around with Scott and Amanda. Cut off jeans were against the school's dress code. "Oh. Ummm...uh, I wasn't really sure if I was going to go today. I figured I might as well water the plants and stuff so I wouldn't forget later."

"Hold on, I gotta get breakfast," Scott dashed into the kitchen, remembering that the timer chimed when Jill walked in. Amanda took the opportunity to jump up off the couch and skip over to see Jill, her eyes shining with mischief. She held out her bandanna-bound hands so Jill could untie her.

Jill wasn't that surprised to see Amanda tied up, she'd been witness to dozens of sibling squabbles and bratty vengeance played out over the years. She was more surprised that the two of them weren't off to school already, and at having to explain her own presence here this early. She was glad Scott bought her lie, or even if he hadn't, was willing to drop it for now. He was her best friend and practically her brother, but she wasn't bold enough to tell him why she was really here at this hour.

Amanda waggled her tied wrists up at Jill and grunted into her gag and gave her best pleading innocent-puppy look. "Well, I don't know," said Jill in response to the unspoken request. "What did you do to him to deserve this?" In the world of sibling rivalry, pre-emptive strikes were common, but paybacks and "she started it's" were more common.

"Nothing, honest!" came out more like "nuffmm, hmmsmm!" thanks to the gag. Amanda shook her head. Jill laughed. "Bring her in here!" shouted Scott from the kitchen. Now that he knew his parents weren't sleeping, there wasn't any real need to be quiet.

Jill took Amanda by one shoulder, and spun her in the direction of the kitchen, stepping behind her and hugging Amanda back against her chest. "Let's go, prisoner." Jill marched Amanda into the kitchen, immediately getting into the spirit of the game.

"I'm taking her gag off, unless you plan on feeding her intravenously," announced Jill as she got Amanda into her chair at the table. Scott set out another plate and poured another glass of orange juice for Jill. "Is this her last meal before the firing squad, or is being sent off to school her fate worse than death?"

Scott chuckled as he finished fixing Jill part of his breakfast. "You know..." he began slyly. "Since my parents are already gone for the weekend, and Aunt Karen won't be here for us until tonight...I kinda like your idea, Jill."

"My idea?" she tugged the bandanna out of Amanda's mouth and let it hang down around her neck. Amanda pushed the hanky, now just a saliva-packed wad of cloth, out of her mouth with her tongue. "Gross!" said Jill, dropping it on the table.

"Yeah," continued Scott, "about not going in to school today. We could all take the day off." For Scott, not having parents around was a luxury. For Jill, it was usually the other way around.

"YEAH!" shouted Amanda in agreement. "No School Day!"

This didn't really fit with Jill's plan for the day, but there was no polite way of getting Amanda & Scott out of their own house without explaining why she was really here. "Sounds great. I'm in. Here, Amanda, I'll untie your hands." Jill didn't see how loosely she was bound.

"No, don't. I want you to feed me."

"Fine. Open up." And Jill got into the game and spoon-fed Amanda breakfast, getting a few giggles when Amanda's orange juice "accidentally" trickled all down her chin and neck. Jill used the napkin to dab the prisoner clean, and got the rest of breakfast in her without mishap.

After breakfast, Scott reached for Amanda, "Meal time is over, prisoner! Now to get your gag back on!" Amanda pulled away from him, nearly sliding out of the chair.

"What are you talking about? Mom and dad aren't here! No one's gonna hear us."

"All prisoners have the right to remain silent, Amanda. We could still all go to school if you want, or we could keep playing. Up to you."

"Okay, let's keep playing." She looked at the wet, sour wad of handkerchief laying on the kitchen table by her plate. "But don't put that thing back in my mouth. Go get another one."

Part of the game was reaching compromise in the "play as you go" rules. "Okay, we'll try this." Scott went to the sink and got the large, white, thin dishtowel hanging from the hook, and dutifully, meticulously started making large folds in it, over and over, until it was a long cloth band. He stepped behind Amanda and untied the knot in the bright red bandanna hanging around her neck. He shook that out, and then rolled it up into a tight ball. "This one isn't too wet to use, you only had a little of it in your mouth. Open wide and say, 'Ahhh'!"

"Ahhhhh!" Amanda opened up, just like for the dentist. Scott quickly popped the wadded bandanna ball into her mouth. It was just a size larger than the small white handkerchief, and Scott had to work it a little to fit it in, but he knew from looking at the now used hanky that her saliva would pack it down to a manageable size. Amanda's eyes bugged out a little as her tongue worked to adjust to the cloth packing her mouth. Finally, he took the long banded dishtowel and wound it around Amanda's head completely, then back around and tied it off in a secure knot. "There we go. That should keep you quiet."

He turned to Jill. Whatever he was about to say, Jill pre-empted him, "I'm a guard, right? Not another prisoner in the game."

Scott smiled slyly. "Well...."

Jill looked stern. "I'm a Guard, Scott. Period."

Scott laughed. That's actually what he had in mind anyway. Since Jill was the one who could blow the whistle on them to their parents, both about not being in school and about the game, Scott decided not to push his luck. "Fine, you're a guard. Now, take the prisoner to get dressed, and don't let your guard down for a minute! She's wily, intelligent, dangerous, master criminal, this one is." He helped Amanda up from the chair and gave her a hard swift swat on her butt, which produced a comical yelp only slightly muffled by the gag. "I will do the dishes."

That sounded like a fair trade to Jill, who again stood behind Amanda and hugged the bound prisoner against her chest and force-marched her down the hall back to her bedroom. Once there, Jill knew it would be impossible to dress Amanda with her hands tied, so she untied the bandanna binding, noticing for the first time how loose it was, and how it was just for "show" in their little tickle-game. "Hands up!" Jill commanded, and Amanda threw her arms in the air obediently. Jill couldn't resist and tickled Amanda's vulnerable sides and armpits. Amanda shrieked laughter into the gag, and collapsed in giggles on the floor. Jill crouched over her and continued the tickle-torture for a little bit. "Okay, try that again, up! Up! Hands in the air!" And Amanda obeyed again. This time Jill grabbed the bottom of Amanda's sleeper-jersey and pulled it off over her head, leaving Amanda in nothing but her white socks and panties. But of course, Jill was here more than she was at her own house, and she and Amanda were practically sisters and had changed in front of each other many times.

Amanda then took hold of Amanda's panties and slid them down off her hips, to puddle around her ankles. "Step out." And Amanda stepped out of them. Jill judged the socks were fine as they were and too big a hassle to change. She got Amanda into fresh panties, kittycat t-shirt, and was about to go for jeans, but then decided on shorts- if they were going to continue the tickle game, then the more skin exposed to tickle, the better. Finally, she tied a pair of red keds sneakers on Amanda's feet, to match Jill's own white ones. All the while, Scott's creative and effective gag remained in place. Jill was going to brush out Amanda's hair, but she'd have to untie the gag to do that, so that could wait until lunch. She'd have to remember to have her brush her teeth then, too.

"Now let's get you back to central command," Jill said in her prison-guard voice. "Hands behind your back!" And Amanda complied, and Jill tied the black and white bandanna back around her wrists- a little tighter than Scott had, but loose enough that Amanda could squirm free if she wanted to, since they were just playing.

Jill fell in behind her and hugged her neighbor back against her chest for the familiar prisoner-march back to the living room just before leaving, Jill pocketed a red bandanna from Amanda's dresser. Scott had been busy in their absence. He had done the dishes, and set up the DVD player with some themed entertainment for today. They all sat down on the couch together, and Scott decided to "take no chances with the dangerous prisoner" and knelt down in front of Amanda and bound her ankles together with the red bandanna he picked up earlier. "Huh," though Jill, "that's what I was going to do."

Then Scott showed them what movies he had selected, which fit today's theme: they watched The Big Hit, Single White Female, and Bound. The movie ratings and the thought that some of those movies weren't appropriate for someone as young as Amanda never entered their minds.

They didn't sit passively during the movies, though. Every so often one or the other would lean over and tickle Amanda, and a couple of times Scott got a few tickle-gropes in on his neighbor. During the scene in The Big Hit, they decided to copy it and had races around the house with their feet tied with bandannas. Jill won easily, even with her feet tied, she was still faster than they were. Also during the Big Hit, it reminded Amanda that she had to pee, and she was able to pantomime that to Jill, who took her prisoner bunny-hopping to the bathroom, and slid her shorts and panties down, just like in the movie. Amanda knew Jill would always take care of her.

While this was going on, Scott was on the phone a lot. When Jill asked him who it was, he just shook his head at her, but she knew who he was calling. Finally, on the last call, he hung up the phone with a triumphant, "YES!!"

He smiled to Jill. "L. A. said she'd cut her last classes after lunch and come over here. Since you're already here to watch Amanda, we can start our date early." Jill tried to hide the look on her face, and turned away before Scott had a chance to misinterpret it.

"And now, its exercise time for the prisoner," Scott said. Even with all the races and chases, tickling and tackling, and bunny-hopping near-escapes, Scott knew you can only sit on the couch watching movies for so long. Plus, with L. A. coming over, he wanted one last chance to play around with Amanda before his girlfriend got here. So he untied Amanda's hands, and untied her gag.

"What are we doing now?" asked Amanda when she spit out the bandanna. Her voice sounded croaky-funny to her because her mouth was so dry now.

"Even real prisoners in jail get time in the exercise yard. Since Jill is here, let's play some basketball."

"Shiny!" shouted Amanda, her favorite word from the TV show Firefly. She jumped up to run outside and grab the ball first, but forgot her feet were still tied up and fell forward on the floor.

"Whoa, little freight train! Take it easy!" Scott laughed and scooped her up off the floor and stood her upright on her bound feet. He and Jill raced outside and left Amanda to pick at the knot binding the bandanna around her ankles, which had gotten tighter with all the kicking she did whenever she was tickled. Finally, she gave up on the knot, and untied her keds instead, and took off her shoes so she could slide the bandanna down off her feet, then raced outside to join her brother and Jill. Jill was in the driveway, tying her long blonde hair back with a navy blue bandanna so it wouldn't be in her face during the game.

The game was great, but Jill seemed really off her stride. It seemed her mind really wasn't on the game. When they had gotten pretty hot and sweaty, Jill excused herself to go in and get lemonade for everyone, but Amanda could see something was wrong, so she excused herself a minute later to go help. She found Jill sitting on the steps in front of the house, her long, blonde hair, slightly damp from the exertion of the game, hanging forward to cover her face.

Amanda quietly came up and sat down next to her neighbor, so not to disturb her. They sat there for a minute or so in silence, before Amanda finally had to ask. "Are you bothered because Scott asked L. A. to come over early?" Jill couldn't speak, she just nodded.

Amanda asked the big question, "Is it because...do you love Scott?"

Jill was quiet a long time, staring down at her sneakers. But finally, she looked up at Amanda, her eyes peeking out through a curtain of long blonde hair. "No...I think...I think I'm in love with L. A."

Scott & L. A.

Elaine was one of those "cooler than thou" kids who did everything first, said everything first, had everything first. She wasn't just a trend setter, she was the shark's dorsal fin that showed where cool was, but only the shark knew where it was going, and everyone else was just caught in the wake. As just one example, a long time ago she dropped the "ne" from the end of her first name, so now she was just "Elai", and pronounced it L. A., like the city. As another example, Elai had already entered puberty, and her chest was developing. Jill was just entering puberty, and couldn't really stake a claim to heterosexual or homosexual, and was still trying to figure out what it all meant and where she fit in. All she knew was that even before Elai wanted Scott, Jill had wanted Elai. And since her neighbor had started dating her daydream, nothing had made sense anymore, and she was dying a little each time she saw them together.

Amanda was confused. "You can't love L. A. She's a girl!"

Jill sighed. "I know that, Amanda. But...well, I don't know how else to put it. I mean, you love your mom, right?"

"Of course."

"And you love your Aunt Karen."

"Of course."

"So, girls can love girls, and in fact we do all the time. We just want to act like we can't for some reason. I just think love is a lot stronger than people give it credit for. I think it can be a lot of things, and can show in a lot of different ways. Like...like in that movie we just saw, Bound. Those were two girls, and they loved each other. I just don't think it only happens in movies, is all. I don't know, maybe I'm not making any sense."

Amanda was quiet a long time, then slipped her arm around Jill in a hug. "It's okay, Jill. And, Jill?"

"...what?" came a quiet voice.

"I love you, too."

Jill turned to accept the hug, and embraced Amanda with all her strength, crying on the little girl's shoulder. After a moment or two, Jill had her composure back. "Boy am I glad I saved a couple of these," she joked, pulling a bandanna out of her back pocket. She wiped her eyes and dried her tears, and blew her nose noisily in it. "Eww, let's not use this one for a gag anymore." And she and Amanda broke up in giggles, and went inside to fetch the lemonade.

Coming back outside, Scott joined them and drank thirstily. Jill had been hatching ideas. "Say, Scott," she began slyly, in almost a perfect imitation of Scott's earlier plan to lay out of school for the day. "You and Elai weren't supposed to go out until later...and now you have all this extra time...and no parents around."

Scott perked up. "Yeah?"

"Well, I was thinking...what if we surprise L. A. and include her in our game of prisoner?"

Scott swallowed hard and felt another painfully tight erection coming on, as his dick fought to break free of his pants and destroy downtown Tokyo.

"She doesn't know I'm here, right?"

"Actually, I told her you were here watching Amanda."

"Oh. Well, I guess that doesn't matter, it would still be a surprise. We could just pretend that everything was normal- normal for us, anyway- and when she came in, we could all gang up on her and tie her up!"

"I don't know if she'll like that."

"Oh, come on, Scott. Amanda liked it and you didn't warn her before hand, right? And we're only playing, right? And...and...if she doesn't like it, we'll just let her go and no harm done, okay?"

Scott didn't even register that Jill was trying to sell him on this idea. He was trying to get bloodflow back to his brain. "Yeah, okay, that sounds like a plan."

And so they did. When Elai came to the door, Scott answered it and hugged her hello, then steered her into the living room, where Jill & Amanda were waiting. As Elai opened her mouth to say hello, suddenly all 3 of them grabbed her and whisked her over to the couch. Before she could even scream in surprise or protest in outrage, they were tickling her and holding her down. Jill tossed Elai's purse to the side, Scott held her hands together, and Amanda sat on her legs, pinning her to the couch. Jill got a bright orange bandanna tied around her wrists, as Amanda started taking off her shoes, tossing them away. Scott was tickling Elai, who was too surprised to get her breath back. Amanda held her feet together so Jill could pin them with a loop of twine they had prepared, but Elai kicked that apart as soon as Amanda let go of her feet.

Since plan A fell through, Jill went for the long white dishtowel they had used as a gag earlier. She was able to tie up Elai's feet with that, and Jill gave Scott the thumb's up sign, so he let Elai catch her breath.

"Scott, what the hell are you doing??" she screamed at him.

"I told you earlier that we were playing prisoner games with Amanda. Now you get to be part of the game."

She glared up at him, still panting and furious, more from the initial shock of being attacked than anything else. "You should have given me some warning, or asked if I wanted to play. You could've broken my neck throwing me on the couch like that!"

"Okay, okay, you're right. Bad move on our part. Sorry about that."

"Good. Now untie me."

"Can't you get loose?"

Elai struggled for a few minutes, thrashing and pulling. "Umm, no, I can't. Untie me."

"Well," Scott said, considering. "Prisoners usually don't get a vote on being untied. But I'll give you a choice. I could let you go- but there are punishments for ending the game early and being a bad sport. Or you could play with us- and there are rewards for prisoners and early parole for good behavior."

"So, you're saying you won't untie me? I have to play no matter what?"

"No, just you have to choose."

"You said you'd punish me if I didn't play- what's that mean?"

"No, not playing IS the punishment- because you don't get the good prisoner rewards. Come on, Elai, don't be a wuss. Give it a chance."

Elai didn't think much of kids games, but whatever. She knew by going along with this, she'd have leverage the next time she wanted to force Scott to do something he didn't want to. "Fine, I'm your prisoner, please don't hurt me, whatever shall I do."

Jill, who was waiting to see how Elai reacted, and didn't want to say anything one way or the other for fear of taking the blame if Elai didn't want to play along, said, "With acting like that, maybe we should just gag her."

Elai glared at Jill, but Scott intervened. "No, I have a better way to shut her up." And bent down to kiss her.

"Eww, gross!" shouted Amanda.

"Yeah, ewww, gross," said Jill, less loudly.

"Well, you two don't have to stay to watch. In fact, umm, Jill, now we both have a prisoner to attend to. You can take Amanda out for more exercise yard time if you want."

"Shiny!" said Amanda, and was ready to bounce out to the driveway b-ball court again. Jill said, "I'll be right out, Amanda. I'm gonna, ummm....go the bathroom first."

Jill didn't go to the bathroom, but to Scott's parents' bedroom. She crept in cautiously, like Scott's parents would walk in on her any minute, and went to Scott's mom's nightstand. Jill opened the bottom drawer, and took out the cigar box she knew was there and put it up on the bed. She went to their bathroom, and brought back a small jar of vaseline and some towels and washcloths. She laid everything out on the bed.

While Jill was rummaging around in the bedroom, Scott was introducing Elai to some of the "rewards" of being a prisoner. He hugged her, but she couldn't hug him back. He petted her chest, and could feel a response. He kissed her, and she kissed back, but couldn't touch him, couldn't hold him. He crept his hand up under her shirt, and released her bra.

"Scott, don't..."

"Looks like I'll need that gag again," and he kissed her again, this time, trying very subtly, to work the tip of his tongue into her mouth. He reached behind her and with both hands gave her buttocks a good, firm squeeze. When she gasped, he slid his tongue into her mouth, a little move he picked up from the movie Weird Science. He kissed her deeply.

As he pressed against her, he could feel her nipples harden, but that was lost amidst the fire alarms in his pants. He started to fumble down to her belt, and the zipper at her jeans....

Jill was watching and didn't know what to do. In a way, she had set this up, but all she could think was that Scott was about to get the payoff for her idea. She could tell that Elai liked this, liked the rush of being helpless in another's hands. Right now was when she had her best chance to tell Elai how she felt. She had to do something.

She dashed outside to find Amanda, who was practicing free throws at the hoop.

"Amanda, I've got to talk to you." The girl stopped bouncing around the court and came over to stand with her neighbor. "Do you remember that I came in this morning, and I was glad to see you, but mostly surprised you were here? I thought you'd be at school already. I told Scott that I was just here to water the plants like I promised your parents. That wasn't exactly true, really. I actually came over to borrow something from your mom. She keeps it in her nightstand."

"What is it?"

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain. It's just something a girl uses until she finds the right man, or just decides she never really needed one in the first place. And anyway, I loved playing with you today and spending time with you- I really did- but that was what I really came over for. And I'm telling you this, because I want to always be honest with you and tell you anything. Okay?" Amanda nodded. "But anyway, that doesn't matter now. Scott and Elai are inside playing prisoner. And you know that I think I might love Elai? Well, I want to ask her if maybe she loves me too, she just hasn't had a chance to ever think about it, because she's always around Scott. I just want to ask her, but I need to get her alone, away from Scott, to give her time to think about the answer. If she says she loves Scott, that's fine. But I don't think she'll really know unless she knows she could have had me, too. Anyway, I'm not asking you to choose between me and Scott, I just want you to help me get Scott away from her so I can ask her. Will you help me? Please" Amanda nodded. "Of course I'll help. What do I have to do?" "I'm going to go in and tell Scott that you need him. He'll come out here, and you just keep him here and I'll go talk to Amanda. I know he wanted to have a date with her, but this might be my only chance to ask her." "Okay, sure."

"Thank you!" Jill took a moment to give Amanda the biggest hug, then raced back into the house. "Hey, Scott...."

Scott was pretty busy at the moment. He had Elai's belt unbuckled, her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, and his hand was down the front of her panties. He was kissing Elai like a drowning man going for water. Elai was moaning deeply, a very passionate, guttural sound, and squirming on the couch, fighting her bonds, trying to reach Scott, not sure what he was doing to her but desperate that he not stop.

"I hate to interrupt," Jill lied. "But Amanda needs you."

"Tell her to wait."

"No, Scott, she can't wait. She needs you right now, right this minute Scott. Go check on her, and I'll stand guard here, okay?"

"Forget it."

"No, Scott, Amanda needs you. She needs to talk to someone- it's a family thing, Scott, she won't tell me. Just go out and see what she wants!"

Realizing that he couldn't finish with Jill standing 10 feet away barking at him, Scott reluctantly got up, but it was like pulling two magnets apart for him to stand. He lurched unsteadily toward the door, to get this over with as soon as possible.

The very second he was gone, Jill rushed into the living room, and knelt down beside Elai on the couch. "I am so sorry, Elai...I had no idea Scott would take it this far. I thought we were just playing a game, I never thought he'd try something like this..."

"No, it's okay, Jill, it's fine...get Scott back in here..."

"Oh, it's worse than I thought, he's got you hypnotized or something. You don't know what he has planned for you..."

"I've got a pretty good idea, and it's okay Jill, leave us alone."

"...and you clearly don't know what you're saying. Don't worry, I'll get you out of here."

"No, Jill, don't, I want to furrrmmffs!!"

"Sshhh, Scott will hear us escaping! Bite on this!" And Jill shoved a bandanna into her mouth, and quickly tied it behind her head. Then, she stood up, pulling Elai up to her feet with her. "Okay, now let's move toward the back bedrooms, we can get out that way without Scott seeing us." And she pulled hard on Elai's arm. Elai started to fall forward, and had to hop on both her bound feet to keep from falling on her face. Jill used that momentum to keep her hopping toward the back room. She could have untied Elai's feet, but was afraid Elai might kick her off to stay in the living room & wait for Scott.

Several hops down the hall, Elai's momentum had worn off and she'd gotten her balance, back, and was trying to fight Jill to get back toward the living room. Jill knew she had no choice, and ducked low as she pulled Elai off balance again, then put her shoulder to Elai's stomach and straightened up, lifting the shorter girl in a fireman's carry. She staggered back to the bedroom with her prize. Dumping Elai on the bed, she said, "I'll be back real soon to take care of you!" Jill opened up the bedroom window, then returned to the living room.

She got back just before Scott & Amanda came in. "That was not what I call an emergency," Scott said angrily. "Hey- where the hell's Elai?"

"I'm sorry Scott, that's my fault. She said she had to go to the bathroom, so I untied her, but then she just left. Maybe she got scared or didn't like being tied up, I don't know. I'm sorry."

"What the hell? Didn't like it? She was loving it until you came in!"

"I know, I'm sorry, Scott. But if she changed her mind or got scared, then we couldn't have kept her tied up. It would be like kidnapping for real if we did that. We were only playing, remember? Anyway, I'm sorry. I know you're probably mad at me, so I'm just going to go home, okay?"

"Fine. Whatever."

When Jill was out of Scott's line of sight, she turned to Amanda and mouthed the words, "Thank You" and gave her the "okay" sign with her fingers. Jill went out the front door, then sprinted around to the back of the house and climbed in through the bedroom window.

Jill & L. A.

Elai had calmed down a little from the arousal of her makeout session with Scott, and was starting to feel confused- what the hell was all that about back there? And a little vulnerable- she was still tied up and had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, a pretty compromising position. She started struggling to get free of her bonds and suddenly gasped in surprise as Jill reached over the windowsill and acrobatically flipped herself into the room from outside.

Smoothly recovering herself, she stood up and came over to the bed in what she hoped was a seductive glide and not a desperate scramble. She snuggled up onto the bed next to Elai. She didn't know how to start exactly, although she daydreamed about moments like this- but usually the setting was her own bed, sometimes Elai's, never Scott's mom's. Thinking of Scott's mom and where they were reminded her of what she had planned for today, and her hand fell to the cigar box by them.

"So, okay, let me be honest with you, Elai. I'm not really here to save you from Scott's evil clutches. I'm really here to get my own evil clutches on you." Jill laughed nervously. She hoped opening with a joke would break the tension, but its hard to know if a joke worked when your audience can't laugh. Jill risked a quick, awkward glance at Elai, who was looking up at her with large, wondering eyes. Jill felt her heart quicken a pace, and it was already thundering pretty good from the sprint around the house and the flip into the window.

"Actually, I was just wondering, if, umm...if you ever think about me?" My god that sounded lame, Jill thought. If only her daydreams had included a script. "What I mean is, I know that I hang around Scott a lot, I knew him way before you two started dating, and I hope you weren't jealous of me, because I wasn't jealous of you. I hoped we could be friends, actually I hoped we might be more than friends?"

Elai didn't give any indication that she understood at all what Jill was talking about. Jill was tempted to take her gag off for this heart to heart talk that was really one-sided, but then realized that for this part, it was better if Elai just listened. Then she thought, maybe it's better to show her instead of trying to tell her.

"...and friends share things with each other. Like, right now, I want to introduce you to a very special friend of mine." She flipped open the cigar box, and brought out ...a dildo. Elai's eyes grew large and a little alarmed. The dildo was one size short of intimidating.

"See, Scott lured you here and we tied you up, then he started getting you all hot and bothered, lathered up, wet and steamy...and then left you with me. I bet I can show you moves Scott never dreamed of. I'll take care of you Elai..." and Jill set the dildo aside for the moment, and started to massage Elai. She started with her shoulders, and worked down her arms, and then forward onto her chest.

There she took a handful of Elai's newly developing breasts and started to work them, knead them, grope them, and she worked down to get the nipples between her index fingers and thumbs, and rolled them through the soft material of Elai's shirt. She knew that Scott had gotten Elai's bra off, and that made this much easier. But as Elai's small breasts were starting to swell and respond, as her little nipples perked up from the attention, Jill worked lower, across Elai's smooth, soft tummy.

Jill was meeting Elai's growing arousal with her own. After all, she had daydreamed about this moment, and had been building to it for over an hour now, ever since Scott told her Elai was coming. Jill realized a little late that she wasn't really dressed for seduction- her t-shirt, cutoffs and sneakers weren't what she had in mind. She thought about stopping to take her own clothes off before pouncing on Elai and stripping her down, but she couldn't bear to take her hands off Elai now that she'd started.

Her fingers ran lower, down Elai's abdomen, lower, and she felt Elai's tummy flutter and kick like a thousand nervous butterflies were trying to break free. Jill's own insides were trembling like an earthquake. Her fingers continued down, delicately, almost timidly, to where Scott's hands had been only a few minutes earlier...down, sneaking & snaking into Elai's panties, and slowly peeling back the silky material to get to her soft, delicate down.

Elai started to moan into the gag and shake her head. What did Jill think she was doing, touching her like this? Scott may have done that, but that was different, he was her boyfriend. But no one was supposed to be touching her like this, not tied up like this, and especially not another girl! What was going on here? But try as she might, Elai couldn't get her brain back in charge, it was like her emotions had shut down her brain, and her body was controlling her emotions...and now Jill was controlling her body.

Jill grabbed the top of Elai's jeans, and started working them down over her hips, exposing more skin, like opening the gates to the playground. Then she tugged the bottom of Elai's shirt up, up, up, and exposed her breasts, newly developing, small but exquisite. Jill lowered herself onto Elai, ignoring the bound girl's head-shaking and protesting moans. She started kissing Elai on her chest, while her fingers started exploring the soft, downy hairs of her love-patch.

Jill was so aroused at warming up her captive's body that when the phone on the night stand next to her rang, her heart leaped into her throat. Too startled to think clearly, Jill instinctively answered the phone to stop the ringing.

"Hullo?"

"Hi, Amanda, it's Aunt Karen. I just wanted to tell you I'm running late, but I'll still be there tonight, just don't panic if I'm not right on time. I'll see you later tonight, sweetie, bye."

Jill knew Karen, and Karen knew Jill. Karen was Scott's mom's younger sister, only about 10 years older than Jill. Jill didn't think she sounded anything like Amanda, even on the phone, but wasn't surprised that Karen couldn't tell the difference. Karen wasn't completely irresponsible, but was a more than a little scatter-brained, the kind you get only after smoking a lot of pot. But Jill didn't have time to think about that now. Because just after Karen hung up, Jill heard a second click, of someone else hanging up a phone.

Jill panicked, but didn't know what to do- should she try to hide Elai? Should she try to get out the window? Should she hide here? Was it Scott who picked up the phone or Amanda? Jill barely had time to think of any of these as Scott burst in the room, and stormed toward the bed.

Scott & Jill

"So this is why you were in such a hurry to get me out of the house, and why Amanda suddenly couldn't remember why she needed to talk to me that was so urgent. Get off of her."

"Scott, wait, I can explain, ummm...."

But Scott had listened to Jill enough for one day, and was ready to take matters into his own hands. He jumped up onto the bed and separated his neighbor and his girlfriend, and pulled Jill away from Elai.

"Turn around and face the wall."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it. Right now."

"Scott, look, I'm sorry, let me explain..."

"Jill, it's your turn to be the prisoner. Either you take your punishment, or I'll tell everyone in school what you were doing in here. And my parents."

Jill was caught, and knew it. She could live with being called new names at school, she'd had to live with it before. Only this would be worse. But she couldn't stand it if Scott's parents told her she wasn't welcome here anymore. With no choice, she turned and faced the wall.

"Hands behind your back." She obeyed. Scott took one of the bandannas he'd saved from this morning, a white one, and tied Jill's hands together, with a good, tight knot. Then he took a second out and tied it in the opposite direction of the first one, crossing the knots so she couldn't untie them.

Jill watched, trying to think of what to say or do, as Scott whipped the dishtowel off of Elai's feet, releasing the knot with a quick flourish. Then he rolled her over and untied the bandanna holding her hands. Elai reached up and took off her gag, pulling it down to hang around her neck, not bothering to untie it, being more concerned about pulling up her panties and jeans.

As Elai stood up off the bed to pull her clothes back on, Scott pushed Jill down in her place on the bed. "Scott, I..."

"I think we've heard enough out of you today," and he forced a bandanna into her mouth, stuffing it in, and then re-folded the dishtowel into a long band, and gagged her the way he had with Amanda earlier.

"Now let's make sure she can't leave until we decide what to do with her," and he went to tie her feet but realized he was out of bandannas. "Come here, sweetie," he motioned to Elai, then picked the knot loose from the bandanna that was still hanging around her neck. Once he had that free, he used it to pin Jill's ankles together, and knotted it tightly to bind them in place.

Now that Jill was secure, he turned his attention back to Elai. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "She didn't hurt me. I think she was just going to, ummm...."

Scott suddenly noticed the cigar box lying open on the bed. Then his eyes fell on the large dildo laying by it. "I don't believe this. She was going to use this on you?"

Elai shivvered, but from relief or excitement, maybe she didn't even know herself.

"Well, turnabout is fair play, I guess." Scott started to unbutton the top of Jill's cutoff jean shorts.

"Nmmmfffff!!!" Jill shook her head, no! What did Scott think he was doing?? She turned her body to try to keep him away from her pants.

"Oh, no you don't. You don't get away that easy. You should've thought of that before you started bringing toys into the game." And he again, with more determination and using all his strength, rolled her body back to face him, so he could get at the buttons and zipper on her cutoffs. They were quite tight on her- the "Daisy Dukes" were generally worn a size or so too small to have the right effect on the male mind and anatomy. Scott had to work to roll them down off Jill's hips, and her panties followed in short order, until both were tangled around her knees.

They discovered that Jill was a natual blonde. Her love nest was even more fine and downy than Elai's was. Jill blushed with embarrassment to be seen naked by both of them. She thought Elai might have put a stop to it, but Elai seemed pre-occupied with her own thoughts, or maybe just agreed with Scott that turnabout was fair play in this game.

Scott took the dildo and placed it in Jill's love nest, her little blonde bush. Jill had been quite aroused by what she was doing, but Jill wasn't that wet, and the dildo was a good size- she wished Elai had stopped him, or at the very least educated him about lubricant.

Scott started working the head of the dildo up inside her, with a gentle, but firm and insistent swirling motion, and each pass guided it deeper and deeper into her. Jill was very relieved he didn't just shove it straight up into her like a dagger, which probably would've done serious damage. As it was, her body was able to adjust to the shape, and she had used it before, but of course then it was guided by her own hand, and she had only used it when she was wet and wild with thoughts of what she'd do to Elai.

When Scott was satisfied that the plastic plaything was snugly up inside Jill, he turned back to the cigar box. "Now, what about this one?"

"Which one?" asked Elai.

"Mifff vmmm?" asked Jill.

"This one," said Scott, holding up a second one with a more unusual shape. "Must be the butt plug."

"Really?" said Elai, genuinely curious.

Scott reached down with both hands, and firmly rolled Jill onto her tummy, face down. Jill's eyes were wide as saucers. There was absolutely no way he was putting anything up her ass. Scott held up the sex toy. "It's narrow here at the head, to get it in, then it expands, then its narrow at the bottom. That way when the sphincter closes up around it, it traps it in place."

"What's this T-shape thingy here?"

"That's the crossbar, so when her anal muscle contracts and sucks it inside her, it isn't lost forever- the crossbar keeps it from going too far so it can be removed again."

"That looks way too big to go in someone's ass."

"We'll see." Scott pressed the tip up to the opening of Jill's twitching rosette, and as soon as it touched her, Jill went absolutely wild!!!

"Holy smoke!" Scott said in surprise, as Jill suddenly began thrashing, bucking, and twisting to get loose from her bonds and get away! "Help me hold her down!!"

Elai got on the bed with Scott, and pinned Jill's shoulders to the bed, as Scott lay across her legs to stop their desperately squirming captive. Scott again got the butt plug back up to her asshole, and started trying to insert it as he had the dildo. Jill moaned in pitiful despair- how could they be doing this to her?

"Hey, calm down," said Elai. "It's only the same thing you were about to do to me. Fair's fair, Jill." But Jill shook her head- she'd never used the butt plug before, she still had a virgin ass.

As Scott tried to introduce the butt plug, Jill's anal muscles clamped down to prevent entry. "I think you're right," he said to Elai. "I don't think this will fit."

"Oh, maybe that's what all this is for," and Elai held up the jar of vaseline that Jill had prepared prior to 'kidnapping' Elai from the living room.

"Okay, let's try that." Scott dipped his fingers into the greasy lubricant and scooped out a healthy sized dollop. He started smearing onto the head of the butt plug. Then he took the remainder and began coating Jill's ass, the crack and then right at the asshole. Finally, he started working his fingers up into her hole. Jill moaned deep in her gag feeling her neighbor's finger up her ass, as her anal muscle instinctively clamped down on it to prevent the intrusion. That just made it all the more erotic as he pushed against the resistance, forcing his way inside.

As he withdrew his finger with a slick pop, and gave her a playful little flick with his fingers, he again returned to trying to get the butt plug up inside her. Freshly greased and lubed up, the slippery plastic was more smooth, and her ass pucker was waxed to meet it. He put the toy to her rosette and started working it slowly, methodically, deviously, insistently, up into her anal cavity. Her ass muscles clamped down on the anal invader, but she was just no match for it. She moaned into the gag, tears leaking from her eyes, as she felt her ass stretched out of shape. The moaning gave way to little grunts of effort as she pushed back against the butt plug, to push it past the point of her resistance.

"Uhmff! Uhnnnffff! Uhhrrrrmmmffff!!!"

And finally, it slid into place, and her sphincter clamped down as it was drawn up inside her by the pressure of her ass muscles contracting. She felt the T-shaped crossbar tight across her ass, holding the artificial phallus lodged in her ass.

"And now that its in place, you just throw the switch," said Scott.

"Switch?" Said Elai.

"Fmmmrrrrk!" shouted Jill into the gag.

Scott touched a small stud on the device, moving it one notch with a small "click". The butt plug hummed merrily to life inside Jill, buzzing away with a sweet little vibration. Jill's eyes crossed and she gasped for breath as the plastic thing up her ass started moving around in her.

"Ohhh, check the other one, I bet it does that, too," cooed Elai.

Scott rolled Jill back over, and found the dildo also had a switch, and he bumped that up two notches. Jill felt the dildo dancing on her little pleasure spot, and she began rocking and moaning with unimaginable sensations. Her mind was exploding in all directions. Was this torture or salvation?

Elai, watching her, was starting to feel left out. She still didn't know if she was 'grateful' for her rescue by Scott, and knew she wasn't grateful for her 'rescue' by Jill. She'd been brought up to the brink of arousal twice today, and pulled back each time, and here was Jill climbing towards what looked like it was going to be a powerful orgasm, and Elai wanted one of her own.

"So, Scott, now that your prisoner has been punished, how about we go back to where we left off?"

Scott had been unable to tear his eyes away from Jill, squirming and wiggling and bouncing around, she was quite a sight. "Umm, yeah, okay, but I don't know if we should leave her here alone."

Elai was not about to have Scott make love to her with Jill as a witness, no matter how distracted Jill was. "Well, have Amanda watch her."

Scott didn't know if Amanda was old enough for this part of the prisoner game. If he'd known today would turn out anything like this, he would've just sent her to school this morning in the first place, but then none of the rest of this probably would've happened either. And, of course, he had Elai hooked on the prisoner game now, but if she didn't get something to show for it soon....

"Okay, we'll do this. Let's put Jill's shorts back up in place, that will cover over the vibrating dildoes. Then we'll put some blankets over her to muffle the buzzing sounds, and tell Amanda that she's been so good today, she's been promoted to guard, with her very own prisoner."

They got Jill's panties back up in place over her well-greased ass and her damp blonde bush, then tried to get her cutoff jeans back up on her hips. Being a size or two too small, this took some extra effort, and they were tight on her- which only helped drive the sex toys further up into place. Then they zipped her up real good, buttoned her pants, and gave her a groping hug to check that her new "friends" couldn't be seen or felt from the outside. They could, but one had to put their hand in the right spot to feel what Jill had packed inside her.

Next, they pulled back the covers, and put a towel down under Jill's crotch and ass, to catch any leaks that made their way out of her shorty shorts, and rolled her into bed, without even bothering to take her sneakers off. They pulled the covers and quilt over her, and tucked her into bed, leaving just her gagged face propped up on the pillow.

They called Amanda in and told her of her new job as guard, and said the two of them got to watch TV in their parents' room, because Scott & Elai wanted to watch TV in the living room...alone. Amanda went and got her juice and cookies, and came racing back to the bedroom, and sprang up on the bed next to Jill. She gave Jill a big kiss on the forehead, and didn't seem to notice Jill was quivvering under the blankets, and that she was sweating hard, and moaning with insistent, desperate, helpless little grunts. Scott & Elai took off back to the Living Room.

Amanda & Jill, Elai & Jill

Standard Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Anyone unable to distinguish between fiction and reality should seek professional help.

Scott pulled Elai back towards his bedroom, deciding the living room was too public, even with his parents gone & Amanda distracted with her new prisoner. Elai barely seemed to notice where they were going. Once there, he gently pushed her inside, then closed & locked the door behind them, and dropped a towel down to the door crack to help muffle the noise.

He pulled Elai to him in a hug, but when he went to kiss her she turned away.

"Why'd you do that? What's wrong?"

She turned to him. "Oh, I don't know, Scott. Maybe that it's your neighbor was about to stick a plastic dick up my ass if you hadn't walked in when you did."

"But she didn't. You're safe now. I rescued you. Don't I get to claim my reward?"

She pushed back from him, still a little shaken. "I mean, it's just now kind of hitting me. What was she trying to prove, anyway? And why did your mom have a butt plug in her nightstand?"

Scott snapped out of his hormonal haze for a second. "WHAT? Those aren't my mom's."

"Scott, you didn't notice your mom's nightstand drawer was open? Or has Jill been carrying a cigar box around with her all day? That thing had been up your mom's ass! And Jill was gonna put it in mine!"

Scott definitely didn't want to think about that image right now...or ever, really. "Look, forget Jill, she got what she deserved for tricking me and, well, I guess 'kidnapping' you, although moving you from one room to another isn't really a kidnap, but.... Anyway, look, forget about that. Tonight was going to be about us, you know? It's our 2 month anniversary..."

Scott again pulled Elai to him in a hug, and started backing her towards his bed.

Meanwhile, Jill was going out of her mind! The vibrating dildoes were working their magic on her, tingling and buzzing in her innermost cavities, the one in her cunt almost right on her G-spot. She was writhing and wriggling in the bed, confined by the heavy bedcovers, and trying to get her hand to reach the front of her shorts so she could unbutton them, but she couldn't quite reach, tied as she was. She learned 3 things: one, that she was very sexually sensitive; two, that she was one of those lucky girls who was multi-orgasmic; and three, there was a big difference between guiding the vibrator by hand, and having one trapped inside you, where you had no control over what it was doing to you. She desperately fought her bonds to get the vibes out of her...or turn them up a notch...

The sexual pressure inside her built up to an orgasmic release, and after that one subsided, the fiendish buzzing machines kept right on going with ruthless, mindless, mechanical efficiency, dragging her up to another peak. She rocked back and forth, moaning & sweating in a sexual frenzy. She tried pleading through her gag to Amanda, but overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her mind from the forced orgasms, she finally passed out.

Amanda didn't think Jill was very good at playing prisoner. She wouldn't just lay back and watch TV with her. Amanda hadn't tried this hard to escape when she was the prisoner. She talked to Jill a little, but Jill just kept closing her eyes and moaning, and wiggling all around. When Jill finally passed out, Amanda was very surprised, and started getting worried, just then noticing how much Jill was perspiring.

Amanda pulled back the covers to better check on her prisoner. "Hey, you're not supposed to wear your sneakers in bed, silly!" Amanda said, but Jill gave no response. Amanda gasped in surprise when she saw the dark wet stain on Jill's "Daisy Dukes" shorts. Jill had wet the bed! But wait, there was something else...

Amanda could hear a strange noise, but couldn't tell where it was coming from. She listened hard, and could hardly believe it was coming from Jill. But as she got closer, and put her ear right down to Jill's crotch, she could hear a faint buzzing sound coming from inside her pants. She looked at Jill's face, but she was still out cold, and cautiously started to unbutton, then unzip her neighbor's shorts. Then she peeled back the soggy panties to see what was buzzing.

There was a plastic penis sticking out of Jill's cunt, and her girl-juices were dripping down her thighs, soaking into her panties and shorts...Amanda hadn't yet noticed the towel carefully positioned under Jill's ass. Amanda didn't know what to think, and decided to run and tell Scott.

Scott had finally gotten Elai calmed down, and the kissing and petting was starting to get her turned on again, when there was a knock at his bedroom door.

"I don't believe this," muttered Scott in aggravation. "GO AWAY!"

"Scott, come quick, Jill is...I don't know, maybe sick or something, she passed out and won't wake up, and she's got something stuck in her..."

Scott was tired of interruptions, and was ready to tie Jill & Amanda back to back and leave them in the basement, if that's what it took to get some alone time with Elai. He got out of bed and pulled his pants back up, and crossed to his door when he saw outside his window, his aunt's car pull up in the driveway.

"Dammit! She said she'd be here in a few hours! It hasn't been hours!" Panicked, he rapidly started getting his shoes back on. "Elai, my aunt's here. Amanda and I are going to have to go with her, she's watching us for the weekend. I don't know why she's here so early, I'm sorry baby. You have to get Jill untied, I don't have time now."

Elai was torn between frustration at being interrupted for the third time and fury at being abandoned, but couldn't think of anything to say. She'd just have to deal with Scott later.

Scott pulled up the towel and opened the door. "Elai will take care of Jill, Amanda, don't worry about it. Get your stuff and let's go see Aunt Karen. And don't tell her about any of this, okay? This is our game, it's just between us." Scott left his sister to get her overnight bag ready and bolted to the door to head off Karen.

Elai stomped back into the Master Bedroom where Jill was held captive. She saw Jill's shorts had been unbuttoned and unzipped, and her panties had been pulled down a little, exposing her little blonde bush, and the dildo was humming away in her, but Amanda had been too scared to touch the plastic penis and pull it out. "Like an X-rated Excalibur," thought Elai. "Whoever is strong enough to pull this vibe from this cunt shall henceforth be Queen of England."

Jill's eyes were closed, but the relentlessly mechanical monsters throbbing inside her were dragging her back to consciousness, climbing towards another orgasm. 'That should be me," though Elai bitterly. "If Jill hadn't interrupted the first time and Scott the second time and Amanda the 3rd time....dammint, next time we're just doing this at my house. Or better yet, Jill's house, there's never anyone there."

Jill heard the creak of bedsprings as Elai sat on the edge of the bed, and turned in her direction. Elai was back! Without Scott! Maybe Jill would get a chance to ask if Elai wanted a girlfriend after all. Unless Elai had come to just watch Jill die or go insane from endless orgasm. She looked at Elai with pleading eyes, and called a begged desperately, muffled by her gag.

Elai moved closer, but was almost as reluctant to touch the penis jutting from Jill's exposed cunt as Amanda was, although Elai at least knew what it was. "Hey." That sounded lame, but Elai really didn't know what to say here. After a minute she realized Jill was too distracted to listen to her, and she switched off the vibe in her puss.

"Listen, Jill....what you did, I mean, what you were going to do to me earlier was wrong. I know leaving you like this with Amanda was wrong, too, but, you know, you started it. Things are not cool between us and I don't know if they're going to be, I'll have to think about it. But, between the two of us, I'm the one with the most rep to lose if word of this gets around, so I won't tell anyone if you won't, okay?" Jill nodded. "Anyway, umm, Scott's aunt is here, and he & Amanda are leaving, so I was sent to let you go. I guess we could slip out the window you came in, or...well, on second thought we could just wait until they leave and go out the door. They'll be gone in a minute or two."

Jill realized with a shock that Elai was going to leave her tied up until Karen left with Amanda & Scott. She didn't think she could take another minute with the anal invader inside her. She started begging again, hoping Elai would take the hint & untie her gag.

"OR," said Elai in a dangerous tone of voice, "Since no one will be around, I could just set both vibrators on high and leave you here. All weekend. To be found by Scott's parents." Jill shook her head and whined into her gag. Anything but that. Being left to die of uncontrollable orgasm over an entire weekend was bad, but being found this way by Scott's parents would be worse.

Scott Wins - Full House

"Aunt Karen! Hey! I didn't expect you for another couple hours or so!" Scott rushed up to hug his Aunt, trying to disguise his panic as a friendly rush to see her.

Karen was in her mid-twenties, only a dozen years or so older than Scott- he wasn't sure because she'd reached the age where individual candles no longer fit on the cake and had stopped telling anyone. His mom, Karen's older sister, knew, but it didn't actually matter- Karen was one of the kids when it came to having fun, and one of the adults when it came to the "important" things- having a driver's license, being able to buy beer, setting your own bedtimes- the privileges that no longer seem important once you actually have them.

Karen was very pretty, with auburn hair a little longer and a little less red than Elai's. She was shorter than Jill and Scott, slender but not spaghetti-thin like Jill, and had boobs, unlike everyone in the house but Elai. This last part mattered more to Scott than anything else.

Also, Karen tended to be a little scatterbrained, the kind of perpetually unfocused that you get when your brain has soaked up a lot of bong resin...or blonde hair dye. She was the "resident adult" only in terms of the age-related privileges, otherwise, Jill was just as responsible, and in many ways moreso.

Karen hugged her nephew back warmly. She always held a hug or handshake or eye-contact one beat longer than was socially polite, always letting the other person break contact first. Scott's mom was like that, too. You always felt they'd hug you forever if you needed it.

"Hey, Scott. Yeah, I know, I just called a little bit ago and talked to Amanda," (actually she talked to Jill and never realized it) "and I figured, why drive all the way home to turn around and drive all the way back here, when it's only 20 minutes out of the way to stop over here first, and save myself the round trip? I was gonna call you back, but the phone dropped to the floorboard and I figured, screw it, I'll just drive over."

"Okay. Well, Amanda is still getting packed, but she should be right out..."

"And then I thought, 'I don't wanna drive another hour'. I've been up since 5 this morning Scott and it's been a long, long day. I'm beat. I think I'll just crash here tonight and we'll go out to my place tomorrow morning."

"You CAN'T!" Scott blurted out, unable to stop himself. Karen looked at him. "Ummm, I mean, the, uhhh, mom and dad's bed isn't made, they stripped it down and threw the sheets in the laundry when they left..."

Karen gave him the one-hand wave. "That's no big deal, I'll crash on the couch..."

"I mean, hey, I know, if it's just a matter of you being too tired to drive, I could drive us."

"Scott, I may have been born at night, but it wasn't last night. I'm not putting the lives of your sister, myself, not to mention my car, in your hands during a Friday rush hour. We'll just stay here tonight, order a pizza, watch some movies, head out tomorrow."

Scott was able to see Karen wasn't going to leave and switched gears "Well, speaking of movies, since we weren't expecting you for another couple hours, we were already going to watch one. In fact, you know Jill, our neighbor, is going to be watching the place, picking up the mail and stuff while mom and dad are gone. She was watching Amanda after school because I had a date with Elai, but we decided to hang out and watch the movie with them. Is that cool?"

"Sure, no problem, the more the merrier."

"And, well, Amanda and I usually play this game, where we kind of act along with the movie while its playing. We're space marines while watching Starship Troopers or Aliens, or super-heroes while watching the X-Men and Batman, you know, that kind of thing. It's a little silly, and I'm getting too old for it, but Amanda loves it, and I figure she'll grow out of it in a few, so why not? Is that cool, I mean, do you want to play with us?"

"You know I will. Scott, I know you're too old to have a babysitter, but your parents didn't want to stick you or Jill with having to watch her all weekend, and I volunteered because I wanted to spend more time with Amanda. With both of you, you know, but I figured you'd want to do your own thing with as little hassle as possible this weekend, and I'm cool with that. Whatever you or Amanda want to play is fine."

"Hey, great, thanks, Amanda will be so happy. I'll go tell her."

"What's the movie?" "The Big Hit."

Scott raced to tell Amanda they were staying, and then darted to the back bedroom to alert Elai of the change in plans, and was astonished to find that she hadn't even untied Jill, but instead was working the vibe in and out of her dripping pussy. Jill, for her part, hardly seemed to notice he was there, lost in a world of her own.

Elai looked up, "Oh, I thought you were leaving. Scott, now I see why women become dominatrixes- the power is an incredible rush. I was about to untie her, then I threatened to leave her like this all weekend, then it occurred to me that I could...that I could do anything I wanted to her, and it was just this incredible rush. I wasn't really gonna leave her here all weekend, though. For one thing, I think the towel we put under her butt is nearly soaked through."

When enough blood had circulated from his dick back to his brain and he could speak again, Scott said, "whoa. I mean, umm, Aunt Karen's staying here tonight. And I told her you and Jill were going to be here, too, and she's cool with that. You've met Karen before, right? I thought so- she's cool. I even told her about playing prisoner along with the movies we were watching earlier, and she was cool with that, too."

Elai's eyes grew round as saucers. "SCOTT! You weren't supposed to tell anyone what we've been dong here!"

Scott rolled his eyes. "No, not about this, give me a little credit. But I had to have a cover story in case Amanda let something slip out. But listen, it's cool, Karen is going along with it. She's dead tired anyway, after dinner she'll probably pass right out, then we can...you know." "Well, Okay, I guess." Elai still wanted sex, and just had to suffer through another delay.

Elai stopped teasing and tormenting Jill with the vibrator so they could talk to her. They didn't untie her gag, just got her eyes to focus on them. "Jill, are you in on this plan? Karen doesn't know what we've been doing back here, so she thinks its just a game we're playing with Amanda, acting out the movie. Amanda's going to be your kidnapper, and I'll be Elai's, and if you just play along with this, we'll let you go and forget about you trying to steal my girlfriend from me, and just call it even, okay? When we take your gag off for dinner, no spilling the beans. Otherwise, you know, we could just put the vibes on the high setting and dump you in a closet for the weekend, and when my parents come back Sunday I'll tell them what you were doing to Elai."

"Scott, what about what we were doing to her?"

"We'll just say she was making stuff up to get back at us. Who are my parents going to believe, us or her? And anyway that doesn't matter because Jill is going to play along Aren't You, Jill?" She nodded her head, having little choice.

Elai put the dildo back into Jill's cunny, pulled her now-soaking panties up into place, and she and Scott again had to work the skin-tight Daisy Dukes cutoff shorts back up over her hips, zipping and buttoning them up, which drove home both dildos in her and locked them in place.

"Uhh, Scott, we can't take her out to see Karen like this. Don't you think the dark stain soaked into the crotch of her jeans is giveaway?"

"Ohh, wow, yeah. Man, she's dripping like a leaky pipe. Look it the closet, get one of my mom's skirts, we'll wrap that around her to hide the stain." As Elai looked for a disguise, Scott swung Jill out of bed and eased her onto the floor, as her legs were too wobbly to hold her up. Then he took the towel out of the bed, brushed out the dirt from her sneakers, and neatly made the bed back, slipping the cigar box that held the vibes back into the nightstand.

Scot got Jill back up to her feet and steadied her while Elai wrapped the skirt around her. Then he bent down and hoisted her over his shoulder and they all went to see Aunt Karen. As Scott carried Jill, his hand rested right on the knob of the buttplug still nestled deep in her ass.