ALICE AND HEATHER'S LONG NIGHT

BY THE ONE

Continued from “The Stage Cage”

Lisa had bound them well. Heather’s arms were maddeningly trapped in the straightjacket, and her legs could only move with Alice’s since they were duct-taped to each other. Alice’s wrists and hands were held outside the cage by handcuffs. She couldn’t bring them around to free Heather since the jacketed girl was also chained to her lap. They were trapped.

At least Lisa left our underwear on! Thought Alice. She could feel Heather’s satin panties rubbing the insides of her thighs as the younger girl squirmed for a more comfortable position. The fact that they were both caged together, plus the sensation of Heather chained to her, her skin, panties, and the jacket rubbing her body as Heather struggled weakly had kept Alice thoroughly aroused for the entire time they had been there. (It was one of her fantasies to be bound helplessly and abandoned with Heather.)

Heather didn’t feel the same way. She was terrified, both of the dark, and her strict bondage. Lisa had buckled the jacket on so tight that Heather could hardly draw a full breath. What if she suffocated and Alice could do nothing to save her!? Poor Heather, a victim of her own fears, began to cry.

“Shhh!” Alice hushed, “What’s wrong?”

Heather told her companion everything that was running through her head.

“Oh, you’ll be fine,” Alice reassured her. “I’ve been through worse than this.”

“But have you had a straightjacket pulled so tight around you that you can’t breathe? Have you been left all alone in the dark, helpless and scared? Have you…”

“Many times, Heather.” Alice said, remembering her previous years at the high school. So full of games, they had been! And so much fun!

“And,” she began again, “You’re not alone! I’m right here with you.”

“Oh, Alice, I just want to go home! You’ve been at these games for four years! Isn’t there anything you can do?” she asked desperately.

“I’m sorry Heather, but there’s no way out of this.” Alice said sadly, “Lisa has all the keys with her. I can’t reach your jacket, and the cage is locked anyway. Lisa has those keys, too.”

Frustrated beyond belief, Heather gave a yell born from desperation and pulled with all her strength against the jacket. It wouldn’t come loose or rip. She tried bouncing up and down. That didn’t work. Finally, she threw herself forward. The chain holding her to Alice tightened and constricted Alice’s stomach, forcing her breath from her.

“Ugh, Heather!” Alice gasped, “Come back this way! I can’t breathe!”

Heather, in defeat, surrendered the inch she had gained and backed up against Alice again. She lolled her head back onto Alice’s shoulder and sobbed, her tears sliding down her face onto her friend’s chest.

“Oh, Heather,” Alice murmured and kissed Heather’s hair and forehead. Heather turned her eyes toward Alice’s face.

“I’m glad you’re here!” Heather sniffled. “I’d be so afraid if I was totally alone! I hate the feeling of being abandoned. It’s worse when I’m helpless, too. But you’re here!” Heather leaned back against Alice’s shoulder and closed her eyes, making a few more tears slide out. “And just feeling you here with me makes everything a little better. I’m not so scared!” She settled herself down into a relaxed position. “Is it okay if I sleep a little while on you?”

“Sure. Go ahead. You’ve had a rough night!” Alice laughed.

Heather smiled and let herself fall into a strangely sound sleep for the way she was bound.

Alice had hoped for this moment. She rested her cheek on the top of Heather’s head and fell asleep herself. She would wait for a better time to let her friend know how good her hot tears had felt on Alice’s bare chest.

Heather’s eyes fluttered open. Everything was dark and she was cold. Her arms were folded around her, and her legs felt heavy.

“Wha…” Heather asked no one, confused, “Where am I?” She felt something wrapped around her waist. It was hard to breathe. Suddenly, she felt someone else’s breath on her hair, and she could feel what was clearly a girl’s chest rising and falling. She tensed. “Who’s there!?” she cried out.

A groggy voice answered, “Huh? Heather?” It was Alice’s voice.

In an instant, everything flooded back to her. No! It wasn’t just a dream! Heather thought with a burst of frustration.

“You awake, Heather?” Alice asked sleepily.

“Yeah. Sorry for disturbing you.” Heather answered.

“It’s okay. When you’re tied together, it’s understandable.” Alice said dryly.

“What time is it?” Heather asked.

Alice twisted around to look down through the grating of the catwalk. She could see, on the auditorium’s far wall, the red digital clock display. It was 2:34 in the morning.

Alice replied, “Two-thirty a.m. So, how long does that make it that we’ve been here?” she wondered.

Heather answered, “We were locked in at about 9:15 at night. So…” counting backwards in her head, “About six and a half hours since Lisa left.”

“Well, at least we’re getting some sleep.” Alice said, still a little hazy. “Only this chain around my waist doesn’t help much.”

Heather suddenly had an idea. She could loosen the buckles on her straightjacket by catching them on the chain and pulling! “Hold still, Alice!” She squirmed into position, hooking a buckle over the chain.

“What are you doing?” Alice asked in confusion.

“Freeing my arms!” Heather cried. She pulled. The buckle didn’t release. She tried again.

“Ouch!” Alice cried out. “That hurts!”

“Sorry!” Heather said. “Please, can I try one more time?”

“Oh, okay. Just don’t pull too – AAAAAA!”

Heather had strained against the chain so hard Alice was being pulled across the floor. She pulled and pulled, and finally… something gave, there was a ripping sound, and Heather was thrown down. Alice was moaning in pain. But, Heather noticed looseness in the jacket. She unfolded her arms, and the maddening thing flopped off onto the ground. The part she had caught on the chain wasn’t a buckle. It was the rigid backbone of the jacket, and it had ripped the back of the evidently old jacket apart as Heather had pulled. Heather gasped in surprise and happiness and stretched her arms wide. “Alice, I did it!!” she cried. She quickly unwound the tape from their legs, and crawled off of Alice. “Oh it’s good to be free!” Alice’s eyes were downcast.

“Oh! Sorry! You’re…uh…not…” Heather stammered, embarrassed.

“Good job, Heather! I wouldn’t have thought to do that!” Alice said, very truthfully. She wouldn’t have tried that particular method of escape.

“Aw, but you’re still chained!” Heather said sadly.

“Now I’m the one who needs somebody here with me. I’m scared, Heather!” Alice said. She was desperate to have Heather in her lap again. Her wish came true as her friend crawled over to her.

“It’s okay, Alice,” Heather comforted, “I’m here.”

“Thanks, Heather,” Alice said, pretending to cry. “Let’s get a little more sleep, how about it?”

“Sure.” Heather curled up between Alice’s legs and rested her head on Alice’s chest. Alice was in heaven as she felt the younger girl’s warm body. Eventually, Heather’s breathing became slow and regular. She was sound asleep.

Alice identified where Heather’s wrists were. Then she reached into the triangle of her thong and pulled out the handcuff key, which she had had the whole time. Freeing herself, Alice carefully pulled the cuffs back in through the bars. Her mission was simple: Lisa had had a horse-riding competition she needed to get a good night’s rest for that was the next day, and therefore couldn’t be there to administer punishment on Heather for disobedience during the time Nicole had been in the cage. So, Alice had agreed to pretend Lisa had locked her in the cage in anger, have Lisa lock Heather in, then during the night Alice would finish what Lisa had started. Now was the time.

Very slowly, Alice picked up the sleeping girl’s wrists and locked them in the cuffs. The jacket was ripped apart and useless. That’s a shame, thought Alice, I don’t know where we’re going to find another one of those! So, to finish the capture, she tore a piece of duct tape very quietly from the roll. She held it poised over Heather’s mouth. “Pssst! Hey, Heather!”

Heather stirred, and her eyes slowly opened…

Alice crushed the tape over her new captive’s mouth, sealing her lips.

“Mmm,mm-mm?” Heather asked, still dreamy, then she realized what was happening. “MMMM!! MMM-MMM MMMM!”

“Shhhh!” Alice hushed her again. In the absence of screaming, there was whimpering coming from Heather. “Listen! Lisa had somewhere she had to be. She wanted you punished for not following her orders. So, I acted as though I was locked in. It’s a shame you got free. You would’ve been fun in a straightjacket!” Alice positioned herself over top of Heather.

“Mm mm-mm mm, mmm mm MMmmm-mm!?” Heather tried to speak.

“Hush!” Alice commanded, pressing a finger over Heather’s taped mouth. “All I’m going to do is make you cum. Just don’t tell Lisa that I didn’t really hurt you. Then, we actually are locked in the cage, so we’ll spend the rest of the night here. One of the directors will let us out in the morning.”

Heather made a pleading noise again, but Alice tapped her cheek with her hand hard enough to get the message across to shut up. Heather surrendered.

Alice reached behind Heather and pulled her bra off. After admiring the girl’s chest awhile, Alice pinned Heather’s arms down with one hand and massaged her captive’s cunt with the other. Heather took awhile to get excited since she was so tired and scared, but once she did, it didn’t take long for her to cum. When she finally reached her climax, she screamed through the tape. The noise echoed around the auditorium as she breathed heavily to regain her senses. Her cum covered the floor of the cage that was near her cunt. She looked at Alice.

“Your turn!” her friend said, “Sit up!”

Heather did as she was told.

Alice sat down in Heather’s cum. It felt very erotic seeping in all the cracks. “Okay, give me the time of my life!” Alice cried.

Heather slowly scooted forward and did the same thing Alice had done. Alice took much less time to cum, and when she did, Heather’s massaging arm was covered. Her other arm, still cuffed to the one she had massaged with, was dripping as well. Alice scooped a little up and poured it down her cleavage. She let another handful douse her chest. She offered some to Heather, who backed away shaking her head. Heather took the tape off her mouth and refused the cum-shower.

“Too bad!” Alice said, and grabbed Heather around the waist. Her still-cuffed arms were no match for Alice, who held the girl with one arm and poured at least six scoops of cum over Heather’s chest, down her smaller cleavage, and all over her stomach area. Alice wiped her hand off on Heather’s hair before releasing her. The traumatized sophomore fled to the corner of the cage, trying to wipe herself off. Alice let her go.

After about a half-hour of trying to get the dried cum out of her hair, Heather slowly and silently approached Alice. “Uh, can we still…er…sleep together?” she asked. Her body was mostly dry now, as was Alice’s.

“Of course!” Alice exclaimed. “You aren’t too mad, are you?”

“Somehow, I always end up liking what you do to me!” Heather cried. “I’m not mad at all.”

They smiled at each other, and Alice unlocked Heather’s wrists from the cuffs. They embraced and lay down, Alice removing her bra. The two girls pressed their naked chests together to get one last thrill before falling asleep almost instantly with their heads resting on each other’s shoulders.

In the morning, the band director got the pleasure of seeing Alice and Heather, sitting on their knees and smiling at him through the bars of the cage like the good little girls they weren’t. They bolted for the bathroom as soon as he released them, Alice’s breasts bouncing nicely as she ran. After cleaning up and showering, they dressed and prepared for the day. It was going to be a very good day, too. Alice couldn’t wait to tell Lisa about what had happened, and get sweet revenge on her!

Continued in "Alice's Rebellion" Reviews and comments appreciated.