Author: Hoop
Title: Escapology
Part: 1
Summary: Faye is introduced to bondage by two other girls.
Keywords: bd, FF, toys



It became so much harder to focus on lectures towards the end of term. Faye looked over the page of notes she had taken so far: three lines of neat writing, and half of an equation which trailed off into a squiggle somewhere after the third set of brackets. Further down, the hexagonal ring of a benzene molecule had been doodled into a sunflower, with a scribbled caricature of the lecturer alongside it in red ink. It had been drawn there by Emily, Faye's lab-partner. They always sat together.

The second-years gradually diffused from the lecture hall, while the lecturer shuffled his notes and tried to deal as quickly as possible with the follow-up questions from over keen students. Faye shoved the page of useless scribbles into her rucksack. It wasn't worth filing them.

"Three more days," said Emily. "Ugh, I can't wait. You doing anything fun for the Easter holidays?"

"Not much," said Faye. "Reading. Dozens and dozens of past exam questions of course, for practice."

They shared an ironic laugh. They exited the theatre into the throng of undergraduates milling around between lectures, or delaying the inevitable for a few minutes before trudging off to their practical classes.

"So it turns out that German course was a good choice," said Emily, "I got all the transferable skills credits I needed for this term."

Faye stopped dead. There was a definite cold feeling in her stomach as she realised the exact nature of the vague, nagging feeling she'd had for the past four weeks.

"Don't tell me you didn't sign up for anything."

"Emily, I... I completely forgot!"

"Ah."

"What happens now? I mean, is there someone I should see? What do I do?" Faye could now very clearly remember the bold letters in the handbook they had been given at the start of the year: "Students will not be able to pass each term without a minimum number of hours spent at recognised extracurricular activities."

"There might be some courses that haven't finished yet," Emily suggested. "You could find one and just turn up for the last sessions. Some of them overrun into the holidays a bit."

"I don't want to stay into the holidays! This sucks!"

"You mightn't have a choice. Hey, what are you doing now?" Emily asked, "we could go and look for signup sheets on the notice board."

"You sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not, let's go."

They left the chatter of swarming students behind, and headed to the other end of the building to look at the notice board.

Faye ran her finger down the list, over course-end dates that had already expired. Every language course had finished, along with anything that sounded like it might actually be useful. Three pages later she reached the "other" category, which at least contained a few that were still ongoing. She scanned through them.

"Mathematical methods for engineers, no. Introduction to fortran, no... medical studies on such-and-such a - wow, they're allowed to test that? History of phrenology, no-"

"What about this one?" said Emily.

"Escapology? That sounds kind of," Faye paused, "actually I don't know how it sounds. I wonder what they do."

"Escape from things, I suppose. Maybe they can help you escape from your credit requirement. Heh. Faye. Faye. I said, 'escape from-'"

"Yeah, yeah. Well it's got three more sessions, and, oh," she pointed at the name on the spreadsheet, "I think I recognise her name. She isn't staff, she's a grad student. Maybe I can convince her to just sign the forms and be done with it. Actually, it's just as well we checked now, there's a session this evening."

"Right. Good. To the library, then?" said Emily. "I need to return this textbook."

---

At seven that evening, Faye arrived at the venue that had been written on the course sign-up sheet: the basement of one of the university gymnasiums. She hadn't been particularly thrilled about the fifteen-minute walk, but at least it was still light outside, and reasonably warm. She hadn't bothered to change out of her lab clothes - a pair of jeans and a faded T-shirt, which had a few orange spots on it where she'd been a little careless with the bleach during clean-up. Her hair was still tied back from earlier.

"Hello?" she offered. She peered around the door. There were two girls in the basement. One of them was sitting on a large plastic box, coiling a rope into a neat bundle around her forearm. She looked to be a few years older than Faye: the grad student whose name she had recognised. She was resting the tip of her tongue on her lip in a way that bared her teeth slightly. She might have looked very pretty if she had bothered to apply any makeup. The other girl was lying on her front on one of several foam mats that had been arranged on the floor, reading a magazine. She was definitely an undergraduate, maybe even a first-year. Both girls looked up as she entered, the younger one brushing aside strands of black hair that hung over her face in a way that Faye would have found annoying.

"This is the escapology society?" Faye half-asked, half-stated.

"Oh, what's this?" The girl put her coil of rope down on the box, and stood up. "A newbie, this late in the term?"

"Yeah, I guess. I was hoping I could come to the rest of the sessions, if that's okay."

"That depends on how fast you're willing to learn," she said. "We're on to some quite advanced techniques at this stage in the course."

Faye shrugged. "I'll give it a go. Don't you have any more members?" she asked, glancing at the girl on the floor. She had sat up now, and was regarding Faye with a slightly-too-intense stare, a vague suggestion of a smile formed at the corners of her mouth.

"We had quite a high attrition rate." The grad student was walking around behind Faye now, as if inspecting her. "People signed up and then lost interest. There's Sarah as well, but she's working late tonight. Oh, and Amy, but she hasn't been coming much lately."

She completed a full circuit and ended up back in front of Faye. "I'm Charlotte, by the way. And that's Jenny."

The girl on the floor waved at her.

"Faye. So, what exactly do you guys do?"

"Well, escapology is about extricating yourself from situations where you've been captured and are being held against your will. So it's a good, practical skill to have."

"Right." Faye couldn't imagine it would come in useful very often, but maybe that was all the more reason to learn. Situations like that were always unexpected, and it was good to be prepared.

"Maybe we should do a trial run first, just to see your basic level of skill. It'll give Jenny a chance to practice her rope work, too."

"Rope work?"

"Uh, 'capture scenarios', Faye. Try to keep up."

The other girl opened the box, and began picking out neat, individually coiled lengths of rope. There seemed to be a lot of equipment in there. Faye frowned as she tried to discern the shapes of various harnesses from a tangle of leather belts and buckles. Charlotte saw her looking.

"Don't worry," she said, "if it's just the three of us, there'll be plenty of time for you to try out the other stuff as well."

"Um, okay."

The other girl turned around with yards of rope held in her arms, regarding Faye with the same, slightly unnerving stare. She raised her eyebrows at her inquiringly. "Shall we start?" she said. "Oh, having a new member will be such fun!" Her voice was completely at odds with her appearance. She sounded like the daughter of some Victorian aristocrat who should be living in an English country manor, and yet, to look at her, dressed all in black and with a studded bracelet around one thin, pale wrist, Faye would have immediately labelled her as "weird goth-girl." Perhaps she was. Either way, the contrast was jarring.

"Have you ever been tied up before?" she asked enthusiastically.

"No, I haven't..." Things were starting to feel a bit weird. "Look, to be honest, I kind of just came here to fulfil the requirements, and if you could just sign me off as having attended-"

"But that would be cheating the system! It would be highly immoral," said Charlotte.

Jenny pulled a length of the rope taut between her hands.

"Why don't you just sit down here," she said, indicating a spot on the mat with her foot, "and we can begin." She turned to Charlotte. "I suppose you'd say a hogtie is too difficult for a new person?"

"Yeah, I think so. Faye, we'll just try some simple arm- and leg-bindings first, nothing complex."

Faye sat down. Jenny knelt alongside her, and pulled Faye's ankles together before beginning to wind the first of her many strands of rope around them. Jenny doubled the rope up, passing both ends through a loop halfway along the strand, which meant it was quite tight from the outset. "First mistake, Faye," she said, "you let your muscles relax. That means I could get the rope on really tight, and you'll have less slack when you're trying to wriggle free." She finished with the first length, and tied the ends together in a complicated knot. "Of course, you could try that with the rest of the ropes now," she said, beginning with another strand just below Faye's knees, "but it depends on how much leverage you can get."

She looped the rope through itself as she had done the first time, and then paused. "Feet feeling okay? No tingling or anything?"

"No, I think it's fine," said Faye.

Jenny jerked the second rope tight with a sudden movement. "You did it again," she said, "you let yourself get distracted, and now this rope's going to be really difficult as well. I do hope you're feeling energetic. You're going to need to struggle quite a lot."

"Couldn't we start with something simpler?" she said. "Seeing as I'm new and everything."

"This is simple, Faye. For example, I won't tie your elbows together this time. Now, put your hands out in front of you."

Faye had to lean forward a little to keep her balance. She held out her hands, and Jenny formed a loose loop around her wrists with another length of rope. "Now, this time try to tense your muscles, so that I can't get the rope on quite so tight."

Faye pressed the heels of her hands together, trying to keep her wrists apart while the girl tightened the rope around them. It didn't work. Her hand felt like it was cramping up, she wavered for a moment, and Jenny cinched the rope tight, using up all of what little slack there had been.

"That was a bit better," she said. She tied the rope in an elaborate bow. Faye couldn't keep track of the girl's fingers as they wove it into the tortuous shape, rigid as steel. "I've put the knot on top so you can see where you can loosen it," she said. "Normally I wouldn't be so accommodating. We said we'd keep this simple, so there's just one more thing, and then we're done." 

She went to retrieve something from the box. Faye turned her head to follow her, and, unable to move her legs, had to stop herself from falling over sideways. She attempted to pull her hands past one another with all her strength, succeeding in moving them less than a quarter of an inch. Jenny found what she was looking for in the box, and came back over.

"What is that?" 

"It's a ball gag, Faye."

"Oh, come on, that's really not necessary."

"It makes the situation more authentic," said Jenny. "You never know what sort of circumstances you might be in, if you have to use these skills. Plus the fact that otherwise, you could just undo the ropes with your teeth from the outset, which would be boring."

"Well-" Faye sighed as she tried to think of some way to convince the over-eager girl, "We can just say that using my teeth is against the rules, right?"

Jenny was shaking her head, the same half-formed smile on her face as before. "No excuses," she said, "now open your mouth."

"You don't have to be shy about it, Faye," said Charlotte. "It's just us down here, and we do this stuff all the time. Come on."

Faye rolled her eyes, but reluctantly opened her mouth. Being gagged with a bit of cloth or something would have been slightly less objectionable, but this was starting to feel too weird. Jenny pushed the rubber ball into Faye's mouth, and leaned in uncomfortably close to buckle the strap behind her neck. Faye pushed against the gag with her tongue, testing it. It didn't move much, and seemed to slip even further back when she removed the pressure. She moved her lips around awkwardly, unsure of whether it was better to close them around the ball gag, or to bare her teeth slightly. The second way made it easier to breathe, so she opted for that.

"Comfortable?"

"Mgh. Ihff-" Faye was surprised at just how effective it was in rendering her speech unintelligible. A grin broke across Jenny's face, and she giggled. "Go on, finish," she said.

"Ihff ohkay."

"Good," said Charlotte. "Now, let's see how fast you are at escaping. I'll start timing in three seconds... and go."

There was a bleep as she started the timing function on her stopwatch.

How should she start? Faye didn't know the best approach, or indeed any approach, to go about freeing herself. She raised her hands to feel around the ball gag's strap - they hadn't explicitly forbidden her from using her teeth, so losing the gag seemed like a good first step. There was just enough give to slip her finger between her cheek and the strap, although in the process it pulled the ball of rubber uncomfortably far back into her mouth. Either way, it was on too tightly to simply pull out. She groped around at the back of her neck, searching for the buckle.

It was extremely frustrating to find that she could indeed reach the fastening mechanism with her fingers, but with her hands bound together, she could only grasp at it with one set of fingertips at a time. She was never completely able to bring her thumb to the same place in order to grip anything, and every time she raised the buckle some of the way she would lose her grip, and it would slip back down. It took a few minutes of helpless frustration before Jenny offered her some advice.

"That's probably not the best way to start."

Faye shrugged at her, and mumbled through her gag.

"You can still move your fingers, so maybe you can try to unpick the ropes around your legs," said Jenny.

"Mmuh." The backs of Kate's thighs burned as she strained to reach the ropes around her ankles. Then she had a better idea, and folded her legs to one side in order to reach them just behind her back. Her fingers slipped over the coils of rope, her nails not finding any purchase where she could work her way in and loosen them. She tried pulling at the knot in various places, but everything she did seemed either to not help at all, or somehow make it even tighter. She didn't fare any better with the rope around her knees, and shuffling her legs against each other didn't seem to budge it at all. The exertion was making her breathe hard. Her lips felt wet, and before she could stop herself, she realised that a trickle of drool had escaped her mouth, and was hanging from her chin in a long strand. She made an awkward sucking noise, and clamped her lips shut around her gag.

"Oh, that happens," said Jenny. "Sort of an incentive to hurry up, don't you think? It's a bit embarrassing to be drooling all over yourself, with us two watching."

She touched a finger to Faye's chin, and wiped some of the spittle off on the tip of her nose.

"Mmgh! Muh!"

"Well you'd better hurry up and get free," she said, "or else you're just going to get teased even more."

The rope around her wrists twisted as Faye pulled her arms from either side until her muscles were trembling with the effort. Just as she was about to give up, she felt the bindings slip over her skin by a tiny increment, and sighed in relief. She realised her mistake a second too late as another strand of drool dropped onto her t-shirt, leaving a glistening drail. She wiped her mouth off on her shoulder, wiggling her jaw to try and get the gag into a more comfortable position. The straps were beginning to dig in to the corners of her mouth.

With several more exhausting tugs, unable to stop herself groaning with the effort, Faye managed to loosen the ropes on her wrists by a few more fractions of an inch. It gave her enough space to twist her hands around, and she was able to start haphazardly clawing at the knot in the forlorn hope that something would come loose of its own accord. Her abdomen muscles were starting to ache from holding herself upright, so she allowed herself to sink down onto the mat, lying on her side and holding her wrists in front of her where she could stare at them intensely, willing the ropes to come undone. Her progress was agonisingly slow. She tried not to think about the basically untouched ropes around her legs, still as tight as when Jenny had applied them.

Just a few moments' rest - that was all she needed, then she could attack the problem with renewed vigour. She rolled on to her back, gasping around her ball gag. Her t-shirt was warm and damp against her now - she'd built up quite a sweat from the constant straining and squirming. As she lay looking at the ceiling, Charlotte appeared over her, looking at her stopwatch and frowning.

"It's been fifteen minutes already, Faye," she said.

"Uh cuh'nt. Gghh," Faye mumbled. She resigned herself to defeat. It was clear that she wasn't going to make any more progress. "Uhgah be fleegh."

"It's cute when you try to speak like that," said Charlotte. "Fortunately for you I can interpret gag-speak by now."

She knelt down alongside Faye, and loosened the strap of the ball gag by one notch. It allowed her to pull it down over Faye's chin, and it came to rest hanging awkwardly around her neck.

"I can't do it," said Faye. "It's too tight. Oh god. I'm so out of breath," she panted.

"Well, it was your first time," said Charlotte. "You almost did an okay job on those ropes around your wrists. For someone with no experience, anyway."

"Really?"

"Sort of. Let's untie her, Jenny. I think we need to try a different approach."

"We're not finished yet?" said Faye.

"No," said Charlotte. "Not yet."

Faye rubbed at the pink marks that the ropes had left on her wrists. She wriggled her toes, trying to coax some feeling back into feet which had gone numb and tingly over the course of her useless struggles. She removed the ball gag from where it hung about her neck and put it down beside her, and then she poked her tongue against the corner of her lips, where it had been chafing slightly.

"I think you needed a little more motivation, is all," said Charlotte. "You might be a lot more successful if there's a genuine consequence for failure. So how about this: you can tie Jenny up any way you like, and then I'll tie you up in a way that's appropriate for someone without very much experience. And whoever gets free first," (she curled her lip under her teeth), "gets to do whatever they like to the other. Okay?"

"It sounds like fun," said Jenny. "Go on, Faye, pick out something from the equipment. I'm all yours!" She seemed a little too enthusiastic for what was about to happen to her.

"I don't really know how to do knots or anything, though," said Faye.

"So pick something other than rope," said Charlotte. "There's plenty of stuff."

"Jenny, I'm really not sure about this 'doing things to the loser' idea..."

"Well, you'll just have to make sure you escape first then, won't you?" she said. "Then I'd be completely at your mercy. I do hope you'll be gentle with me, Faye." She smiled shyly.

Faye wasn't at all convinced that she wanted to be drawn into the strange world of the two girls and their weird pastime. She couldn't very well leave half way, though - she'd never get her attendance form signed then. Maybe Charlotte would be more sympathetic if she showed some enthusiasm. It seemed that she'd have to put in some effort for what she was about to do; she didn't particularly want to find out what would happen if Jenny got free before her. Faye rummaged through the box, trying to make sense of its bewildering contents. She glanced over her shoulder to see Jenny stretching out into various positions, as if warming up before a jog. How long had she been doing this, anyway?

"What's this?" Faye asked, disentangling a bundle of leather straps from the box.

"Oh, it's a shibari harness," said Charlotte. "Saves having to do all the complicated rope work every time. And look," she said, coming over to kneel alongside Faye, "it's got these handy rings on it so you can attach other stuff."

"I see. And this?"

"Just a different kind of gag. It's better than a normal ball gag, because of this bit that covers your mouth," she explained. "And there's a loop here where you can put a little padlock through the strap, so it can't be unbuckled. Neat, right?"

"Right..." The girls certainly seemed to have a lot of sophisticated equipment. Worrying amounts, in fact. 

"If you don't want to mess around with knots, you could try these," said Charlotte. She held up a pair of leather cuffs, joined together with a few chain links. "Nice and simple, you just have to fasten them around her wrists. Want to try?"

"I guess so." It was the closest thing Faye could make to an informed choice.

Jenny held out her wrists for Faye to bind them, and she secured the cuffs around them. Jenny curled one of her hands down, trying unsuccessfully to grasp the strap of the opposing wrist. The heavy restraints looked reasonably secure to Faye, and Charlotte helped her find and apply the matching set of ankle cuffs. Jenny obligingly lay on her front to allow herself to be hogtied - a padlock through the chain links of both sets of cuffs held her feet and hands together. She rolled on to her side.

"I guess that's okay," said Faye. She didn't want to seem over keen. The other girls might get the impression she was actually into this sort of thing.

"Aren't you going to gag me?" asked Jenny.

"Um, if you like, I suppose I can."

The girl opened her mouth to receive a knotted strip of cloth that Faye had found in the box. She tied it behind her head in a double knot, and Jenny made a quiet "mmh" sound. She arched her back, testing her bonds.

"Hey, don't start yet," said Charlotte. "That's cheating."

"Now," she turned to Faye, "have you ever worn a strait jacket before?"

"No. But that sounds kind of difficult to escape from. Isn't there something else?"

"Nonsense. You always see those professional escape artists escaping from them, right?"

"I suppose so."

"Well, surely it stands to reason that they must be easy to escape, then, don't you think?"

"But it's my first time, I-"

"Don't worry," said Charlotte, "it'll come loose with a bit of thrashing around. Once you get your arms up over your head it's fine, you can sort of shrug out of it. Jenny knows what I'm talking about."

"Mm hmm," she agreed.

Charlotte pulled a canvas garment from the box and unfurled it. The straitjacket was intimidating and heavy-looking, made of thick material with belts attached to it at various points, including at the ends of its long, tapering sleeves. The thickest of the belts hung down from the middle, and judging from the overall shape of the thing, that part was to go between Faye's legs.

"Stand up, and put your arms out in front of you," said Charlotte.

"Charlotte, I'm really not sure about this. Can't we just use some cuffs like those ones? This seems a bit drastic."

Charlotte was already guiding Faye's arms into the long sleeves. She tried a few more half-hearted protests, but soon the straitjacket was wrapped around her, with all of its many straps fastened behind her back. Charlotte took the wider strap between Faye's legs and pulled it up tight, causing Faye to give a yelp as she went on tiptoes for a moment.

"Jeez, Charlotte, does it have to be so tight?"

"Of course," she said, "otherwise, where's the challenge?" There was a jingle of metal buckles as she secured it in place. The strap was giving Faye a sustained, rather uncomfortable wedgie.

By the time Charlotte had finished securing everything in place, Faye was hugging herself, her arms crossed over her chest and held there with very little slack in the tight sleeves. Everything seemed to pull on everything else. Faye tried to shift her arms upwards, and that only made the crotch-strap tighten even further. She decided not to do that any more. She was already starting to feel warm from the garment's thick material around her.

"I don't think this is going to work, Charlotte."

"I'm afraid you aren't going to be able to complain about it for much longer," she said. "I'll use this one, seeing as it piqued your interest before." She was holding up the gag Faye had asked about.

"Can't you at least loosen the one betw-mmgh." Faye was forced to conclude her sentence early as Charlotte pushed the ball gag into her mouth, and fastened it in place. It had a thick band of leather attached, which Charlotte smoothed over Faye's mouth before securing it snugly in place with another set of buckles. It covered from just below Faye's nose, all the way down to her chin, and pushed the ball right back into her mouth.

"Mmm," she protested.

"I told you it was effective," said Charlotte. "Looks like we're ready to begin. Although, seeing as Jenny's more experienced, perhaps we should give her a handicap, to even the playing field a bit."

She fished something else from the box - a sleep-mask, which someone had kept from a long-haul flight, judging from the airline logo that was written on it. She used it to blindfold Jenny, the girl making vague sounds of protest as she did so. The fact that she giggled afterwards didn't make them sound very genuine. Charlotte sat down cross-legged between both of the girls. 

"Okay," she said, "you can start."

Faye began by thrashing her arms from side to side as violently as she could. The straitjacket rustled around her, but nothing else happened. She managed to raise her arms up to the level of her neck before the sleeves were pulled taut, and she was unable to go any further. She made an awkward attempt at putting her head beneath her forearms, and failed completely. She sighed through her nose, and started taking a more careful, analytical approach, tugging gently in different ways to see which direction felt the most promising.

Jenny lay on her side next to her, completely still, not wasting any energy as she patiently worked at unfastening her ankle cuffs. Her fingers moved nimbly, and bit by bit, she unthreaded one of the straps in tiny increments. Soon her first ankle was free, and she relaxed her leg back into a straight position on the floor. Faye realised she had been almost mesmerised by watching the girl work, and had lapsed in her own efforts - she launched into another bout of desperate struggles, with much the same effect as the first time. She couldn't even see any of the buckles that held the straitjacket around her. How did they even expect her to have a chance?

"You'd better hurry up, Faye. Looks like Jenny's got her legs free already."

The girl had indeed freed both ankles now, the cuffs hanging open, still attached to the ones around her wrists. With those two limbs unbound, she was able to curl up into a ball and step her feet over her wrists, bringing her hands in front of her. This gave her the freedom of movement necessary to remove the blindfold, and to pull the gag out of her mouth. Faye let out a defeated whimper as she saw the girl unbuckle the first wrist-cuff using her teeth, within the space of about five seconds. After that, it was trivial for her to remove the other, and she sat up in front of Faye, beaming.

"All done!" she said. "You should have made sure I couldn't reach the straps with my fingers," she advised. "How far have you got?"

"Mm hmm. Mmph."

"Oh, poor you," said Jenny, "you don't seem to be anywhere close to getting free. Although, Charlotte, it was a bit mean to put our new member in a straitjacket on her second try. Even I can't get out of this one yet."

"Mmh!"

"Well then," she said, "I think I'll claim my prize, now. Whatever should I do with you?"

She pushed Faye down gently, but firmly, so that she came to lie on her back. Then she locked her arm around Faye's ankles, preventing her from moving her legs. With her other hand, she unlaced one of her sneakers. She removed it, and Faye's sock followed, leaving her foot bare. Jenny looked over her shoulder to regard her with an evil grin.

"Ticklish?" she asked.

A few exhausting minutes followed, filled with Faye's helpless, muffled cries, completely unable to escape the girl's fingertips as she fluttered them against the sole of her foot. She couldn't even squirm away, Jenny would only pull her back by her ankles for another round of inescapable tickling. By the time Jenny was finally satisfied, Faye was completely out of breath. Her ribs were aching from the laughter. She tried to kick her legs free, but the girl kept a tight hold of them. Despite all the constant struggling, the straitjacket was still as tight as ever. Charlotte was watching the whole scene with a wide grin. She seemed to be enjoying herself.

Faye made what she hoped were suitably pleading noises, in the forlorn hope that they'd feel sorry for her. She was given a few minutes to recover while Jenny hunted for something. Whatever it was she had found needed to be plugged into a wall socket, and she came back over to Faye, trailing the cable behind her. 

"Do you think she'll like the wand, Charlotte?"

"Oh, I think so. It does feel pretty good. That's not really a penalty, though. It's like you're rewarding her for coming last."

"I want to use it on her, though," said Jenny. "She doesn't seem like kind of girl who's used one of them before. I want to see if she likes it. You know what this is?" she asked Faye, holding the implement up for her to see. It consisted of a smooth, plastic body, with a rounded lump at one end. Jenny operated a switch on the device and it let out a low buzzing noise, the rounded part blurring slightly with the movement.

Faye had never seen anything like it. She wasn't sure how naive that made her.

"The Hitachi magic wand," explained Jenny, "it's very good for soothing aching muscles. It's a sort of vibrational massage thing. Very handy if you spend a lot of time tied up in awkward positions."

One particular word in her description had troubled Faye. She could see where this was going, and made another attempt at protesting.

"Of course, nobody actually uses it for that," said Jenny. She came around to sit behind Faye, putting one forearm across her chest and holding her against her body. She held the vibrating device against one of Faye's breasts, sending waves of tickling vibrations through her chest. Then she began to trace a line downwards, over Faye's forearms, and on to her abdomen. She tried to wriggle free, but Jenny merely hugged her more tightly against her. Faye crossed her legs over, and shook her head vigorously.

"Mm-mmh!" she said.

"I get to do whatever I like to you, remember? Come on," said Jenny, "You'll like it. I promise."

"Mmmmh!" 

There was nothing she could do. With her arms bound up in the straitjacket, she was completely helpless against the girl's lascivious advances. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could, but it didn't help against the throbbing device that Jenny was holding to her crotch. It slipped down further, and Faye gave a surprised shriek at the sudden intensity of the vibration as the thing came to rest firmly between her thighs. She parted her legs in an attempt to reduce the pressure, but this only gave Jenny better access to press the device right up in between them. Faye let out a groaning sigh. The sensation was making her struggle for breath.

The closest she had come to feeling this way was a few months previously - she had been doing her laundry late at night, watching the washing machine shuddering back and forth as it spun up to speed, and a thought had occurred to her. She had made sure that nobody else was around, and then, out of curiosity, she had lifted one leg over the corner of the appliance and straddled the washing machine's blunt, curved metal corner. There had been a very pleasant sort of tickling sensation for a few moments, and then she suddenly felt very self-conscious and dismounted the machine, hurrying back to her dormitory room to wait out the remaining forty minutes of the wash cycle.

The feeling now was something akin to that, but about ten times as intense, and with no option to stop. It spread to encompass what felt like the whole of her pelvis - her buttocks were tensing, thighs twitching. She made a futile attempt to twist herself free of Jenny's grip, but the feeling was making her sluggish and weak. She whimpered through her gag, wondering why on earth they were doing this to her.

"There you go... feels good, doesn't it?" said Jenny.

"Mmh... mmuh huh." It felt so wrong to have another girl doing this to her, but that didn't overrule the fact that the physical sensation was among the most intense Faye had ever experienced. Her cheeks felt hot - she was blushing intensely. Of course, she had played with herself before now like any other girl, but it had never felt anything close to this. Faye wondered if sex felt the same way, and whether she was missing out having never had a boyfriend. It didn't seem important right now. She found herself letting out a mute groan. Jenny put her hand over Faye's mouth, making sure the gag was still on tight and secure. Faye's arms strained within canvas sleeves, but she had neither the energy nor the will to struggle any more.

When her climax finally came, it was a completely new experience. Every furtive session of fingering herself beneath her duvet paled in comparison to the intense bloom of warmth that began in her most intimate parts, and spread out through the rest of her body like a wave. Her skin tingled. She felt extremely light-headed, her legs quivered, and she found herself sinking down as she relaxed into Jenny's arms, her whole body trembling as she surrendered her body. Her eyelids drooped shut, but she didn't want to open them again. It felt like someone had wrapped her in the warmest, fuzziest blanket in the universe.

She lay dazed on the floor while the two girls unbuckled her straitjacket, allowing herself to be manhandled and rolled over onto her back so they could pull it from her. Her t-shirt was damp from sweat, and there was now also a certain sticky warmth in her panties. She closed her mouth slowly once Jenny had removed her gag - her jaws were aching from having been wedged open for so long. They allowed her to lay and gaze at the ceiling while they put away the equipment, and eventually she sat up, blinking hard and shaking her head, trying to rouse herself back to a state of normal awareness.

"Well, I thought that was rather fun," said Jenny. 

"So," said Charlotte, "did you enjoy your first session?"

Faye looked down at the floor, and found herself letting out a shy giggle. Experiencing such a thing at the hands of another girl made her feel like some kind of deviant. No, surely that was wrong - they were the deviants, and she was the innocent victim of their perversion. She couldn't be held accountable. Despite her initial reluctance, she couldn't deny the pleasure she'd felt.

"I... I guess so," she said. "But it was still mean of you to make it so that I couldn't escape," she added. "You could have given me a bit of a chance."

"You'll just have to try harder next time," said Charlotte. 

"Um, about that, I..."

"Oh, do please come on Friday!" said Jenny. "All the classes will be finished by then, so we could fit in a much longer session."

"I'll think about it," said Faye, still trying to figure out how she actually felt about the whole business.

"Oh, wonderful! I can't wait." Jenny gave her a quick hug. 

"Right. Sure. Well, I'll see you round, I guess."

She said goodbye to the girls, and climbed back up the stairs into the gymnasium lobby. The night watchman, sitting at the reception desk, nodded at her from over his newspaper. She walked awkwardly as she tried to surreptitiously unbunch her panties from in between her buttocks. Around the other side, the wetness had become a sort of cold, clammy feeling. She regretted not bringing a change of clothes. 

That was something to remember for next time.



