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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion
Part: 21 - 25
Summary: Does Rachel have what it takes to be a champion?
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   CONTENT WARNING: The following chapter depicts a relatively mild
interaction between two people that is sexual in nature.
   Consider yourself warned and continue at your own discretion.  Thank
you, -Ribeye98 **************************************
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 21
   First contact caused Oliver to pull back in alarm.  Rachel didn't think
it would have helped to warn him what was about to happen.  So far talking
had just made things uncomfortable.  She would rather remain silent during
this particular procedure.
   Being already backed up against the post, he wasn't able to retreat very
far.  Rachel inched back until she felt him again.  She knew instantly that
she had missed the key.  What she landed on was warm and inviting to the
touch and throbbed beneath her fingers.  She wanted to savor the feeling
and explore further, but willed herself to remain on task.  So keeping a
light connection with her pinky, she traced north then south along a thread
until she found the center of the web where the key lay.  Oliver was not
cooperating.
   **If he would just hold still this would be much easier.
   His organ seemed to have a life of its own; bobbing and flexing to keep
moving the target out of her grasp.  With only a few of her fingers free,
maintaining a good grip was nearly impossible.  She finally managed to get
her pinky hooked around the base of the key.  Not wanting to waste the
opportunity, she shuffled forward thinking the line would either break or
unravel as she went.
   The key came forward with her.  Thinking she had made a breakthrough
after two steps, she ventured a stronger yank.
   "Mrrr!  Mmmooph" Oliver cried out in obvious pain.  Rachel quickly
released the key and turned around to find out what had happened.  The web
was deceptively woven.  It turns out the key could not be attained without
first unraveling the structure behind.  Any pulling would only draw the
sinister thread tighter around its prey.
   Rachel was alarmed to learn that her approach hadn't been working at
all. Rather she had been dragging him along by his privates.  Oliver was
straining against his bonds with his hips thrust forward to prevent any
more pain.  The threads constricted his large balls and erect member. 
Rachel swooned.
   **He's just as sensitive down there as I am.  Poor guy.  I've got to be
more gentle.
   She got back to work on the web; looking for any weakness or opening to
exploit.  She felt from the base of his stiff rod to the tip and back down.
He penis was deceptively rigid beneath the soft outer layer of skin. 
Reminiscent of the pinnacle only warmer and more alive.  She moved back
down and traced threads all over his heavy sack; fascinated at how the
balls inside shifted beneath her touch.  She touched every inch of his
genitals over and over without success.
   After fondling him for several minutes, the only thing she had to show
for it was an incredible stirring in her loins.  The boy's body seemed to
be responding as well.  His muffled protests became grunts of pleasure as
Rachel's tender foreplay released hormones into his system.
   Time was ticking away.  But the web remained unbroken no matter what she
did.  Rachel wracked her brain for anything that might help.  Had the
captain given her any more useful information?
   **Your fate is bound?  Obvious and useless.
   **Water is your master yet it is also yours to command?  No help there.
   **Lower yourself before the lamb.  There will you find salvation?  Hmm.
It couldn't hurt.
   A closer look would help her see what was holding that web together. 
She wasn't doing it to get a closer look at his penis; that was just a
bonus.
   The mood in the room changed as Rachel solemnly knelt and scooted near
the target.  The lamb heard the bells tinkling toward the ground and got
real still as a warm breath landed on his jewels.  This was serious
business.
   The boy's long potent phallus stuck up and out; bobbing in time with his
quick heartbeat.  Rachel's pussy twitched and she found it hard to tear her
eyes away from the bulbous tip looming large in her face.  Her handling had
smeared the superb paint job, but it still mostly looked like a carrot.
   On close inspection, she found the webbing rather coarse.  Certain
intersections were coated with a thicker substance that she guessed was
incredibly strong glue.  That was why she had been unable to unravel the
web.
   **But why would they show me the key then make it impossible to
retrieve? Unless...OMG.
   Finally the captains' true intention sunk in.  They kept calling her a
water warrior; saying "water is yours to command".  The glue must be water
soluble.  And her body was the only source of moisture around.
   Rachel wanted to be offended that they would ask her to do such a thing;
putting her mouth on his privates to retrieve the key.  But she was too
mesmerized by the prize before her to work up any sense of outrage.  Carnal
lust kept all grievances at bay.
   **It must be done.  Don't think about it.  Just do it.
   Oliver groaned when soft lips replaced soft fingers on his genitals. 
Heat radiated from the boy's shaft onto her face.  She nibbled at the
center of the web right at the base of his long prick trying not to dwell
too much on how it was affecting her own body.
   But she made no more progress on the glue than she had with her hands.
For Rachel's mouth had chosen that moment to go bone dry.  All the moisture
in her body had fled between her legs.  She was practically dripping down
there.
   Her canal muscles were going crazy.  They flexed and rippled with
arousal.  Had she chosen to engage him that way, she would have snapped his
carrot with one good spasm.
   Undeterred despite her lack of progress, Rachel moved away from the key
and attacked other intersections with greater enthusiasm.  She gradually
opened her mouth and for the first time brought her tongue out.  One taste
and she was hooked.  He tasted incredible; not sweet, yet somehow the most
delicious thing she had ever encountered.  After all, bunnies do love their
carrots.
   As she sank into blissful enjoyment of the deed, Rachel forgot about her
task.  She was too busy exploring every inch of his mighty jewels with her
mouth to worry about the key.  The effort did slowly stimulate her saliva
glands back into action; a fact she only noticed when she was licking her
way up his rock hard shaft for the fourth time.  The strokes of her tongue
were soon accompanied by cute little slurps.
   She excitedly moved back down with vigorous licks and coated his balls
as much as possible.  The lamb moaned and bucked with approval as she
licked the green clean off his undercarriage.  One by one the intersections
broke loose and the web started to disintegrate.  Rachel was almost
disappointed when the key fell to the ground with a clang.  She was having
too much fun to stop.
   With the key freed, she had no excuse to continue.  But she was worked
up and yearned to try one more thing first.  She wanted to know what it
felt like to have it inside her mouth.  The opportunity was too good to
pass up.  Surely the lamb wouldn't object.
   She made the long journey up his shaft and found the bulging tip waiting
for her.  There was a tiny bead of moisture resting at the apex.  Puckering
her lips, she moved in to kiss it.  And when she got there, she opened her
mouth to receive it.  Fireworks exploded inside her as the tip slid over
her lips came in contact with her tongue.  She intended to retract at that
point, but it felt so good that she couldn't pull herself away.
   She stopped and savored the feeling but the lamb was too stimulated to
hold still.  After a few seconds, nature took over and he made an
involuntary thrust.  Being inexperienced, Rachel was surprised by it but
didn't resist as the hot poker pushed into her mouth.  She opened wider to
accommodate a bit more.  She sensed that he wanted to keep thrusting, but
her mouth was getting quite full by that point and he still had several
inches of flesh wanting to come inside.
   She thought she could use her tongue to politely expel the intruder, but
her tongue had other ideas.  Instead of pushing back, it danced wildly
along the shaft as if welcoming it in further.
   Oliver obliged the invitation and thrust again.  Things were getting out
of hand.  For an instant Rachel felt very vulnerable and out of control. 
She was naked and on her knees performing fellatio on a massive and
relentless intruder.  But she had no reason to panic.  She need only keep
her wits, back away and gently extract herself.  The keyword was `gently'.
She didn't want to move too abruptly and risk harming him.
   Rachel's noble desire not to harm Oliver was what ultimately doomed her.
For just as she was making preparations to separate from him, two things
happened that foiled her maneuver.  In the blink of an eye, her pleasure
turned to fear and she was forced to make a harrowing escape...TO BE
CONTINUED
   ************************************** CONTENT WARNING: The following
chapter briefly depicts a relatively mild interaction between two people
that is sexual in nature.
   Consider yourself warned and continue at your own discretion.  Thank
you, -Ribeye98 ************************************** Thornwood Episode IV
- The Champion Part 22
   The timing of Oliver's next thrust was completely unintentional.  How
was he to know that that that moment Rachel was altering her oral embrace;
a seemingly insignificant adjustment?  Slackening her jaw, she opened her
mouth wide so her teeth wouldn't scrape him during extraction.  The sudden
loss of resistance caused his penis to penetrate to the hilt.
   Simultaneous to Oliver's grand entrance was the sound of a door opening
and several people entering the room.  Rachel's eyes went wide as the
foreign object hit the back of her throat.  Her airway was temporarily cut
off and this time she did panic.
   Forsaking all pretenses of gentleness she thrashed her head around until
she was free.  She heard multiple visitors entering the room.  Only silence
on her part would avoid detection but her gagging made that impossible. 
She gasped and choked as they carried on their conversation.
   "...move all this shit."
   "When does it start?"
   "Hell if I know."
   "We're going to need a lot of help.  I'll go get Jamie and Carlos.
   "Bring the whole crew.  They can get started on the other end.  We'll
work from here and meet in the middle."
   The curators had arrived to transport the show pieces to the gallery
hall.  In this case the curators were school janitorial staff and the
gallery hall was an auditorium that had been subdivided into a maze of
corridors and smaller rooms.
   Rachel sputtered on the ground trying to suppress her coughs.
   "Is that you Mrs.  Berringer?" The janitor sounded distant.  He must
have entered the far end of the room.  A mountain of art separated them. 
Otherwise he would have quickly discovered his mistake.  She wasn't Mrs. 
Berringer.
   "I told you we would take care of the moving.  We won't break anything,
I promise.  You didn't have to come supervise...Mrs.  Berringer?"
   "UM, this is...Mrs.  Berringer's assistant, Mary."
   "Oh, I didn't know she had an assistant.  Nice to meet you, ma'am.  I'm
Harold.  Do you need help?  Hold on, I'll come around to you."
   "NO!  No.  That's ok.  I'm just checking up on some things for Mrs. 
Berringer.  Don't mind me."
   "If you say so, ma'am.  My crew will be here shortly.  Just holler if
you need anything."
   "Thank you."
   **I have to get out of here, NOW!
   Rachel couldn't imagine anything worse than being caught naked by a
bunch of school janitors.  And worse, the coating on her lips made it
obvious what she had been doing with Oliver.  How could she face them in
the halls after they had seen her in this compromising position?
   Rachel was mostly worried about saving herself, but she did one last
thing to help Oliver before fleeing.  She bent over and plucked the key
from where it had landed on the ground.  Her bells tinkled as she scrambled
to her feet.  Stepping behind him she dropped the key from her mouth into
his hand.
   "Ran out of time.  I have to go.  I can't let them see me like this.  I
hope you can escape with this key.  I'm sorry....and thank you" she
whispered into the bag where she thought his ear should be.  Oliver didn't
respond.  The coast was clear but wouldn't be for much longer.  Rachel
turned away and left her lamb behind to fend for himself.  She shuffled to
the exit and scurried through the glass doors across the hall.
   Oliver made quick work of his cuffs and untied his feet.  Even blind he
managed to find the towel and wrap it around him before the janitors
arrived a minute later.  He was wrestling with the bag on his head when
they found him.  Someone produced a box cutter and made short work of the
bag.  When it was removed, Oliver found himself staring at a crew of very
confused janitors.
   His next priority was to loosen the gag so he could talk his way out of
this situation.  When it was removed he expelled the pink key that had been
in his mouth for the last few hours.  He was sick of the metallic taste and
glad to be rid of it.
   Pip had explained most of the challenge to him.  He knew they were
setting him up to be a piece of art.  A rescuer was supposed to arrive and
bring him back to the aquatic center.  Pip had inserted the key just before
gagging him, but didn't explain why.  Since he was already freed, Oliver
saw no use for the key and discarded it.
   His quickly concocted story was half-way believable.  He told the
janitors that he was scheduled to be part of the art show and was here
early to practice.  He assured them everything was in order and that they
shouldn't worry about him.  He could find his own way to the exhibit hall.
The ones who spoke English translated it to those who did not.  A few were
skeptical.  But absent any other reasonable explanation for his presence,
they accepted it and let him go.
   By the time Oliver got to the hallway, his unidentified rescuer was long
gone.  He started his trek to the aquatic center alone, but with an eye out
for his partner.  All in all, he could not be unhappy with how it turned
out.  He had avoided any major embarrassment and couldn't wipe the huge
grin off his face.  He couldn't be mad at the captains for putting him in
harm's way; not after how it turned out.
   He hadn't heard the girl's last words to him.  They were too quiet and
muffled.  The only part he made out was "I'm sorry".  Sorry for what?  Her
enthusiastic participation and bonus oral experimentation was the sole
reason he would forever remember this day fondly; not to mention the sole
reason for the raging boner in his towel...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 23
   Outside the school, busses were idling in a line somewhere nearby;
waiting to transport students to whatever activity had been scheduled that
day.  Keeping to the shadows, Rachel turned and went the opposite way
toward darkness and away from civilization.
   She rounded the end of the building but didn't know where to go from
there.  A heaviness settled over her.  She had abandoned her teammate and
failed the challenge.  She could not return to the aquatic center.  Pip had
made that clear.
   The only hub of activity in sight was inside the school.  Night still
reigned everywhere else.  She needed to keep moving, but wandering without
a destination in mind would be disastrous.  She was still naked and
vulnerable.  She wriggled her sore fingers.  They had been clasped behind
her for so long it felt like they were growing into each other.  The zip
ties that held them together showed no signs of fatigue.
   She had to get somewhere safe.  It didn't take long to go through the
list of possible destinations.  Ellie's house was closer than Eric's.
   "I will be at home if you need anything" had been her last words. 
Rachel certainly needed help.  Ellie's front door would be a welcome sight.
But the zip ties binding her feet together made what would normally be a
leisurely stroll into a grueling death march.  And even if she hurried, she
was not likely to make it before daybreak.
   The blanket of night enveloped the naked pilgrim as she embarked from
Thornwood proper and into the wide world.  She steered well clear of the
ominous building.  The moon had set and the sun had not yet begun to creep
around the horizon.  This was the darkest part of the night; a feature for
which Rachel was thankful.
   She went generally downhill toward what eventually made out to be a tree
line then turned and followed it to her right.  Crickets chirping in the
underbrush went silent as she passed.  They were uncertain how to answer
her jingling bells.
   After a while she came to the football team's practice field.  The
manicured grass was soft on her bare feet.  She preferred it to the unkempt
tree line.  The terrain around this part of campus was terraced.  She could
not see the building from here, but she placed it just over the rise to her
right.
   A fog hung in the still air over the field; the evaporation of overnight
watering.  Rachel's feet were soon coated with wet, fresh clippings.  She
didn't mind.  In fact she wanted to roll around in the stuff.  She had been
awake for nearly 24 hours straight.  She could have laid down right there
and fallen asleep under the stars with nothing except a blanket of grass
and the gentle kisses of water vapor on her nude skin.
   But that comfort would be fleeting.  Summer was getting long, but the
mist wouldn't stand a chance come morning.  The Labor Day sun would burn it
away soon enough.  She couldn't rest until she got to Ellie's house and was
free of her bondage.
   Angling down the next terrace, Rachel came upon a dry creek bed.  This
marked the northern boundary of campus.  Doctor's offices and other
businesses lined the opposite shore.  They were all dark at this early
hour. The trees had ended and she was facing an open stretch of land for
the next leg in her journey.  The creek bed would have provided perfect
cover, but it was too treacherous to navigate.  Unable to balance with her
arms and unable to spread her legs more than a foot apart, she would have
stumbled over the first rock she came across.
   There was a jogging trail with a bridge that crossed the creek.  Rachel
didn't dare use it and risk meeting an early morning jogger.  Instead she
stayed up on the flat lands.  It left her somewhat exposed but reduced the
risk of a misstep.  She kept her eyes peeled for others too.  Not that it
mattered much.  She might be able to scramble down into the ditch in an
emergency, but she didn't relish the prospect of doing so.
   She came to a fenced in area and was forced to take another right turn.
She had hoped to find the road which bordered Ellie's neighborhood.  But
the fence altered her route.  The land within was used by the biology
department for nature experiments and outdoor education.  As she was
following that fence to its end, she noticed the world around her taking
shape.  The black was slowly turning to gray and she could make out where
she was stepping now.
   She never noticed how much empty land there was behind the school.  Over
15 acres in all, it goes on forever when you have to cross it at a snail's
pace.  She was exerting more energy now because she was moving uphill.  But
she did finally find the end of the fence.  The next field, used by P.E. 
classes, was not as well maintained.  There were dead spots with no grass
and places with gravel which were not very fun to walk on.
   The sound of a vehicle first alerted her that she was nearing the road.
Rachel came over a rise and saw the road as well as the Rising Star Bread
truck out making its morning deliveries.  Her relief at finding the right
road was soon replaced with alarm when she realized she had been able to
read the words on the side of the truck.
   Dawn was approaching at an alarming rate.  Ellie's house was about two
blocks into the neighborhood beyond the road.  Rachel could never make it
there before the sun rose.  She doubted she could cross the immediate field
without being noticed.  There was no cover out there.  It would only take
one truck driver.
   She had to get across this field and into the sleepy neighborhood before
more trucks arrived.  If there was any appropriate time to resume hopping,
this was it.  As soon as the truck was out of sight, she shot out across
the field with wide eyes.  As if to spite her, a headwind came up which
made her feel faster than she really was.
   Like the last lap of a track meet race, her bells rang out; spurring her
forward.  In 90 seconds she was half way across the field.  Like any prey,
a helpless bunny must always be on the lookout for danger.  Rachel's wide
eyes scanned cross streets for any sign of approaching vehicles as she
hopped like crazy through the barren field.  She was less than fifty feet
from the road when it happened...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 24
   In the short time Rachel was hopping, the sky turned from murky grey to
pale blue.  Colors appeared everywhere.  At her feet she saw brown clusters
of dying weeds trying to hang on until the next rainfall.  Across the
street a purple patch morning glories was starting to bloom in a garden. 
With all this color, all she could think about was how brightly her pink
skin would stand out to any passing motorist.
   Just then an approaching car stopped at the intersection off to her
right.  Its blinker indicated its intention to turn down her road.  Like
any good bunny faced with an approaching predator, Rachel's first thought
was to go to ground.  It took her a couple hops to slow her momentum and
drop.  Lying flat against the hard earth, she willed herself to become as
small as possible.  She couldn't help her curved bottom or fluffy handcuff
tail sticking up above the scruffy switch grass dotted plain.
   Moving not a muscle, not even to breathe, she listened intently to the
car driving past her position.  She was at the mercy of the driver and
prayed for no wayward glances in her direction.  This time her prayers were
answered.  The car sped by without slowing.  She waited until she could no
longer hear the engine before struggling to her feet and darting off across
the road.
   The neighborhood brought comfort in the form of more hiding spots and
less vehicle traffic.  But it also brought new threats.  Morning joggers or
dog walkers could appear from any door.  Her top sustainable speed was
miserable.  Even a little old lady in a walker could overtake her over the
course of a block or two.
   Fortunately it seemed these people had better things to do on a Friday
before a long weekend than to scan the streets for naked teenagers.  Rachel
reached the end of the first street attracting no attention other than a
stray cat's.
   She was now less than two blocks from Ellie's house and could sense the
finish line ahead.  Her worn down body ached.  The balls of her feet were
bruised from so much barefoot hopping.  Her shoulders were stiff and
complained along with nearly every other joint.  The fatigue was unlike
anything she had felt before.  She wanted to rest, but more than that, she
wanted to sleep.
   Rachel didn't realize how much her guard had slipped until part way down
the next street.  She had been watching so intently for pedestrian threats
that she didn't anticipate a garbage truck.  Whereas the bags had already
been collected and the cans emptied on the last street, this one had not
been visited yet.  She should have noticed the full trash cans.  Only after
it appeared at the end of the street did Rachel make the connection.
   Garbage collection crews like to work early in the morning and finish
their routes before it gets too hot.  When it comes to being on the
receiving end of exhibitionist shenanigans, garbage men trail only mail
carriers and pizza delivery boys.  This particular driver had his share of
juicy tales.
   He loved to tell about a young couple on his route years ago.  The
husband traveled a lot for his job so the wife was in charge of maintaining
the house.  She seemed to be the typical bored and horny housewife.  Why
else did she always wear such skimpy nightgowns when her new husband wasn't
even around to enjoy them?
   Weather she intentionally kept forgetting to take out the garbage or
not, no one could say for sure.  But it made those mornings much more
enjoyable for the driver and his crew.  Every week as the truck reached
their house, the housewife would come flying around the side of the house
dragging two trashcans behind her.  And every week her nightgown seemed to
get progressively smaller and more transparent.  She always managed to
blush at the garbage men sampling more and more of her hot young body.  But
the driver sensed a nugget of enjoyment under her feigned embarrassment.
   One day, as he likes to retell it, when the truck reached the house the
woman didn't appear.  On a hunch the driver slammed his brake pedal.  The
brakes squealed loud enough to wake the dead.  Sure enough, a few seconds
later the housewife appeared at the front door.  She must have been in the
shower, because she was only wearing a towel and her hair was all wet.
   She apologized profusely and went to retrieve her trash cans from around
the corner.  She returned with the cans in toe.  Her towel was flapping
open in front and threatening to come completely undone.  As an apology for
delaying them, she offered to dump the cans into the truck herself.  The
crew stood back and watch in amusement as the barely clad housewife lifted
one can at a time and emptied it.  Her towel strained beyond its limits a
few times and gave them more than a glimpse of the tantalizing flesh
underneath.
   While she was apologizing one last time, one of the crewmen pointed out
that she had gotten a grease stain on her towel.  Without missing a beat,
the housewife yanked the towel off her body and tossed it into the truck.
   "Guess I won't be using that again.  Thanks again, boys." And with that,
she turned and walked back into her house buck naked.
   The driver swears that last part really happened.  But over the years,
his crew turned over and soon there was no one left to corroborate his
story.  After suffering ridicule for his `tall tales' the driver took to
carrying a camera on the truck with him at all times.  That way he could
capture proof the next time something like that happened to him.
   He knew his day would come again.  Horny suburbanites can't resist the
urge to be naughty.  And when he turned the corner and saw Rachel standing
there, he knew today was his day for vindication...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 25
   Her game wasn't clear, but she sure was.  She stood on the sidewalk only
a few houses away.  She had no trash on her person; neither even the
slightest hint of clothing.  She kept her hands behind her; presumably so
nothing would get in the way of her delectable naked body.  Her incredible
breasts were thrust out in front of her and she had flawless skin without
the slightest hint of fat; a goddess made flesh.
   She was looking in their direction but with a blank stare on her face
like she was genuinely surprised to see them.  The driver wanted to rush
over and say hello, but couldn't outpace his crew loading the truck behind
him.  He would get there soon enough.  In the meantime, he grabbed his
camera and zoomed in to snap a few pictures.
   Rachel's sleepy brain had let her down.  Rather than hiding, she had
just been standing there like a statue trying to figure out what was going
on.  By now the whole crew had noticed the naked lady.  Her presence
affected their performance and suddenly they were incapable of emptying a
single trash can.
   The camera flashes broke Rachel out of her stupor and kick-started her
brain.  Though it was humiliating to do so, she turned and hopped away
between the two closest houses.  Better that than stick around while they
moved ever closer.  She doubted they would chase her.  They were on the
clock and probably under strict instruction not to harass customers
regardless of their state of dress.
   As she expected, they garbage men didn't follow her.  They went on down
the street doing their job like it had never happened.  Nobody would have
believed such an outlandish story about a mysterious naked bunny.  But the
driver had his vindication in the form of more than a dozen pictures.  He
would make sure his proof hung in the break room for a long time to come.
   Other than the humiliation of being seen naked by a bunch of grungy men,
Rachel was unharmed.  There were no fences between her and the end of the
street so she stuck to the backyards for a while.  The little detour wasn't
so bad and probably safer than the street.
   She moved through several backyards without encountering any major
trouble.  One household had started to stir.  When Rachel peeked in the
windows she saw kids inside watching TV.  But their backs were turned away
and they didn't see her sneak past.
   The backyards on Ellie's street were fenced in so Rachel returned to the
front for this final leg.  As exhausted as she felt, she got a surge of
energy when she saw Ellie's front door.  She trudged up the steps and rang
the doorbell.
   Her friend was there in an instant.  Ellie had been waiting all night
for news, too nervous to sleep.  She took one look at the poor girl and
broke down crying.
   "Oh, Rachel I'm sorry!  I'm....I'm so sorry!  They wouldn't let me warn
you...."
   "Don't apologize.  It's not your fault."
   Ellie brought Rachel inside and commenced at once to undoing her
entrapments.  Rachel gaped at how easily the zip ties were defeated with a
simple snip from dull scissors.  And just like that the cruel binds that
had long encumbered her feet were no more.  She relished being able to
climb the stairs to Ellie's room without resorting to hops.  The balls of
her feet thanked her as well.
   Rachel's fingers were similarly freed with a simple snip.  She flexed
and worked the movement back into her knuckle joints; glad for the return
to normal manual dexterity.  The handcuffs were another matter.  Scissors
were no match for steel.  Only the original key would help there.
   Though they were both very tired from being up all night, Ellie buckled
down to figure out what had gone wrong with the key.  Her frequent yawns
were contagious and it took a while to get through the whole thing. 
Nonetheless, she got Rachel to recount the whole story in detail starting
at the locker room.  Rachel did her best but skipped over a couple of the
more embarrassing parts, like her naked in school fantasy and the smoking
teacher.  And she modified the part with the lamb so that his key was
around his neck instead of his penis.
   Afterward Ellie peppered her with questions.  She wondered aloud if
Rachel's missing key had been placed somewhere else and Rachel had just
misunderstood.
   "The captain said the only key to my cuffs was with the lamb" Rachel
insisted, "but I never saw one.  I'm telling you!"
   She slumped to the bed with a jingle.  Her bells had become part of her
by now.  She almost forgot they were there.
   "Can you get these stupid bells off?"
   Ellie rushed to her aid.  A cursory inspection revealed the right
threads to pull.  One pull in the right place loosed the knots and the
bells clanked to the ground.  She was free of them but not yet fully rid of
their effects.
   "ow, ow, OW, OWWWWW!" Rachel jump off the bed and danced around the room
as the circulation returned to her nipples.  The constricting knots had
dulled her nerves.  But the blood rushing back into her capillaries brought
sensation back along with a lot of pain.  It was enough to make her forget
about the balls of her feet.
   While her nipples burned, she begged and pleaded for any sort of relief.
Once again Ellie provided the helping hand in her moment of desperation. 
She did the only thing she could think to do.  Ordering Rachel to hold
still, she rubbed the soreness from her friend's chest.  Rachel allowed
Ellie to massage her nipples through the worst of the pain.  It's what she
would have done to herself had she been able to reach.
   Seeing Rachel in such pain angered Ellie.  She didn't deserve such
punishment.
   "In the morning I'm going to track down Pip and make her tell where the
key really is.  And I will not rest until I've found it.  I promise you."
   Rachel was touched by her friend's vow.  But she reminded Ellie that it
was already morning and suggested that they would both feel better after a
short nap.  Ellie reluctantly agreed through another yawn.  She had thrown
on a robe to answer the door.  Before flipping the light switch she
stripped it off to reveal that she had been naked underneath all along; a
fact which didn't much surprise Rachel.
   With the lights off it was dark enough in the room that they should have
no trouble sleeping.  The tiny twin bed had little room to spread out.  But
sleeping with a snuggler like Ellie made it a moot point.  Rachel lay
facing the room; the only appropriate arrangement for two naked girls.  But
Ellie would have none of that.  At once two arms came around to embrace
Rachel from behind and resumed rubbing her breasts in earnest.
   The pain had subsided for the most part but the massage did seem to help
the dull throb which persisted in her nipples.  Pip's knots had really done
a number on them.  Ellie's breast massage left no spot untouched.  She was
as eager as she was thorough.  She had been so helpful and Rachel didn't
want to be ungrateful.  So she kept her mouth shut and let the work
continue.  Her tension unwound and before long she was nodding.
   "There's one thing I still don't understand" Ellie whispered in her ear
just before she had fallen completely asleep.  "Why are your lips green?"
   Rachel was thankful that the dimmed room hid her furious blushing.  She
had not told Ellie about that part.  She was still processing it in her own
mind.  She was tired and didn't feel like fielding the many questions Ellie
would surely have.
   "I don't want to talk about it right now" she replied.  And with that
she fell asleep thinking about her lamb...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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