Part 1

After working late one night, Brad and Emma, two colleagues, went to the nearby bar for a drink. Both were in their late twenties and had known each other for a couple of years. Emma was attractive, tall and had something of a reputation as a party girl. Brad was slim, attractive and very popular with the women in the office, a fact he knew and often used to his advantage.

The bar had a 'dungeon' theme as a result of its proximity to the old city gaol. A steel cage was stood on a ledge next to their table.

"Do you ever wish you could imprison someone?" Emma asked innocently.

"No, not really" Brad replied, somewhat taken aback by the question, "do you?"

"Sometimes" she paused "it can feel nice to have complete power over someone".

To keep the conversation going Brad asked, "so how would you imprison this person?"

"Sometimes I daydream that I'm Super Girl or something and can hold someone captive between my legs" Emma replied thoughtfully.

This was not a usual after-work conversation, but Brad continued.

"It sounds a sexual thing then, dominating men and all that".

"Who said it had to be a man" Emma replied. It was Brad's turn to feel embarrassed.

"It could be a man though" Emma smiled "if you're offering".

Brad was taken aback and unsure whether or not she was being serious. It was a strange offer, that was for sure, but Emma did have a great body and this suggestion could be interesting.

"Are you offering" Brad replied, trying hard to laugh it off.

"It might be fun" she replied, "I'm game if you are".

The two of them left the bar, Brad very unsure what he had let himself in for.

Emma's flat was on the top floor of a new development overlooking the river. The rooms were large and plush. Emma led the way to the bedroom. She stood in the centre of the room as she took off each shoe, balancing unsteadily on the other leg as she did so.

She then undid her skirt and wriggled it down over her hips. Brad stood there watching as his fit, attractive colleague undressed before him. It all seemed unreal; exciting and yet at the same time daunting as he thought about what she had suggested they do. She unbuttoned her blouse and threw it down over the back of a nearby chair. She stood there, her tanned body covered in nothing but her black silk knickers and bra.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this" he asked,

"Yes, it'll be fun" she replied as she searched through her chest of drawers. After some clattering, she found what she had been after and she dropped a tangle of silver chains and padlocks down on the bed.

She took one end of a chain and pulled it from the pile. It seemed to be never-ending. She slipped one of the padlocks through one end and wrapped the chain tightly around her slim waist before locking the chain back on to itself in front of her. She then took the spare end of the chain and passed it down between her legs and back up across her silk covered backside. She pulled the chain tight and relocked it on to the chain behind her back. The chain ensemble was now securely locked around her arse; the keys were nowhere to be seen.

"OK, you'd better take off your clothes" she smiled as she surveyed her soon-to-be captive. He slowly unlaced his shoes and placed them neatly by the side of the chair, followed by his suit and shirt. Once she was satisfied, she walked over to him with another length of chain, which she wrapped quite tightly around his neck and secured with another silver padlock. Using the free end of the chain she pulled him towards the bed.

She lay down on the bed, on her side, with her top leg lifted. He couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful toned body. She pulled the chain towards her, until his head was between her thighs. The smell of her perfume was overpowering. She took the last padlock and threaded it first through the chain in her crotch and then through the chain locked around his neck. With one click, his fate was sealed.

He lay there, between her thighs, with his face resting up against her black silk knickers. He tried pulling away, but there was little play in the chains that locked him in place.

"Well, I wanted to hold someone totally captive" she purred, "and that is certainly what I've got" and with that she lowered her thigh, gripping him firmly around his neck.

She was a toned athletic women and slim to the eye, but once Emma had closed her legs, Brad felt totally trapped within an inescapable grip, the weight of her thighs weighing heavily on him, preventing any movement. His face pushed into her arse, the soft feel of her knickers engulfing his features.

He tried to pull his face away in order to breathe more easily, but to no avail. The only effect was for Emma to tense her thighs and restrict his breathing further. She pulled the duvet over the two of them and settled down to sleep. Brad, now in total darkness relaxed, knowing that there was no way he could escape the cell that night.

He lay there enjoying the experience of being held captive by this beautiful woman, her thighs wrapped around him and her fantastic arse held against his face. He drifted off to sleep.

Brad woke the next morning as his captor stretched her body, before drifting back to sleep. He tried to call out to see if she was awake, but his voice, muffled by her arse and the duvet was not heard.

How could he have got himself into this position, and how was he going to get out of it without embarrassment. He felt for the chains that held him in place to see if there was any way in which he might get free. There wasn't, and anyway her thighs still held their vice like grip on his neck.

A little while later Emma woke and squeezed her thighs as if to remember what had happened the night before.

"You still locked up?" she smiled, as she felt her colleague's body exactly where she had padlocked it the night before.

"Yes, where did you expect me to go?" came the muffled reply.

"Absolutely nowhere" she purred.

Emma pulled off the covers to reveal her muscular friend lying on the bed, with his head hidden beneath her legs. She looked over and saw his face pressed up

against her arse.

"You're lucky I don't fart" she smiled "you wouldn't stand a chance".

"What time is it?" Brad asked, craning his head back in order to be heard.

"Not quite time for your release" Emma replied.

He relaxed and lay back against her arse, strangely turned-on by the power she had over him.

The phone rang and she moved over to answer it, Brad's head following behind. It was Anna, and she chatted for over half an hour. After she'd hung up, she returned her attention to Brad, who had no choice but to obediently wait for her.

"Oh, I guess I'll have to let you out" she said, "now where are the keys?".

She searched around on her bedside table as Brad waited anxiously.

"Oh, they're still in my jeans pocket" she concluded as she started to inch across the bed.

"We're going to have to go together, Baby" she smiled as Brad desperately tried to follow to prevent himself being suffocated or straggled. The two moved together like well-trained dancer until Emma reached her jeans and fished out the bunch of keys. The two lay on the floor as Emma searched for the key to release his neck. Once the lock clicked open, she opened her thighs to finally release the prisoner.

Brad climbed to his feet, one chain still locked around his neck, the loose end hanging down. He lay down on the bed and started to smile. Emma sat next to him and smiled with him. She then reached over to her bedside table.

"Let's play a little game" she smiled.

She pulled out a pair of handcuffs as she looked across at her nervous colleague.

"Just try this" she encouraged, as she reached for his first wrist.

Compared to how he'd spent the night, he thought, this couldn't be any worst. He complied with Emma's orders. Before he'd thought further his hands were securely cuffed behind his back. She then took the spare end of the chain that was locked around his neck and padlocked it to the handcuffs.

"Just a little trick" she purred, "that makes it impossible to bring your hands to the front". He believed her.

"What's the game?" he asked innocently.

"You'll see" she smiled as she reached into her underwear drawer and withdrew a pair of white silk knickers that she proceeded to place over his head. His protests went unheard. She then took a pair of her blue jeans, and placed them over his head, on top of the knickers. She then buttoned and belted her jeans until they were tight around his neck and then took the jean legs and tied them around his head. The protests were now muffled.

"Sorry, the jeans aren't very clean I'm afraid, not that you can do much about it" she giggled.

"Now the game's simple" she continued, "I'll leave the keys for the cuffs somewhere on the floor in this apartment, all you have to do is find them and free yourself ... and get your head out of my dirty jeans" she smiled. "Only problem is that you are blindfolded". He had already seen the problem.

He started to move around.

"No point starting yet" she said "the keys are currently in my pocket, I'll only place the keys when I leave for work"

"But I'll need to leave at the same time" came Brad's muffled reply.

"You may be a little late" she giggled, "don't worry I'll let them know you're on your way.

Brad sat back down on the bed; he knew he had no choice.

"See you in the office, Honey" she smiled as she left the house.

Brad immediately started moving around the flat, feeling for the keys. Not knowing the layout, he kept knocking against walls and tripping over furniture. After about an hour, he lay down on the floor to rest. His hands and wrists were aching and his head was increasingly hot and uncomfortable inside her knickers. The silk that had been soft against his face was now clinging to his skin, making it hard to breathe.

It took Brad another hour to find the tiny key that Emma had hidden underneath a table in her lounge. After a few attempts he managed to unlock the cuffs and unbuckle the jeans that had served so effectively as a blindfold. He continued to look around but was could not find the key to the padlock that locked the chain around his neck. He rang Emma's mobile.

Emma smiled as she heard who was on the line. "Oh yes, I've got that key with me" she replied.

"Well how can I come to work with this chain locked around my neck?" he demanded.

"Don't worry, it won't show under your shirt and anyway, at least you'll be ready for tonight".


Part 2

Early that afternoon, Brad finally arrived at the office. He had spent the last hour with a small hacksaw trying unsuccessfully to cut the chain that Emma had locked around his neck. As he had discovered, the chain was made out of a very hardened steel, and given its thickness and the difficultly of removing a chain from around your own neck, he had given up and decided to try his luck with Emma instead.

On arriving at the office, Brad was called into a meeting with a number of people including his boss and Emma. Emma was wearing a dark business suit and was watching him as he entered. He walked into the meeting room desperately hoping that no one would notice the chain hidden beneath his shirt.

Apart from having to explain why he hadn't arrived at work until after two o'clock, the meeting had passed without incident. On the way out, he caught up with Emma.

"Can I have it?" Brad asked, she smiled at him and continued.

"Look I've got to give a presentation later this afternoon and I can't risk someone noticing. Just give me the key and we're even", he continued.

"It'll be a challenge for you", Emma smiled before walking into the women's bathroom.

Having managed to survive the afternoon without anyone noticing, Brad arrived at Emma's flat at 7pm as instructed. Emma had already changed and was wearing tight denim shorts and t-shirt.

"I'm glad you could make it" she smiled as Brad entered the flat. Brad immediately started to look around to see where she might have hidden the key.

"If you want me to release you, then you'd better do as I say", she instructed, "and I suggest you start by taking off your shirt and trousers. Brad did as he was instructed. Emma walked out on to the balcony and Brad followed.

"Now lie down on the ground, next to the railings", she commanded. Brad complied. She then squatted over him, as she took the free end of the chain and locked it with another padlock around the bottom bar of the railings.

Once she stood up, he realised that he now couldn't lift his head more than half an inch off the ground. She stood over him, one foot either side of his head. She leant over the railing and shouted down to someone in the car park below, "Hi Kate, flat 20, the door's over there".

"Thought I'd invite a friend over", Emma smiled as she looked down at the guy beneath her feet.

Brad panicked at the thought of someone else seeing him in this position and started desperately pulling at the chain that held him in place.

"Sorry, don't think that'll work, Sweety", Emma smiled as she sat down on a nearby chair to watch the sorry sight. "And I believe Kate is in your team at work,

isn't she?" Emma added. "Let's see if we can't get her to join our little game, I know you'd like that".

Brad's struggling had now reached fever pitch, "Please Emma, I'll do anything, just please let me go". Brad knew that Emma was something of a wild party girl, but couldn't believe that she was going to go this far. The doorbell rang and Emma went to answer it.

"You know Brad, of course," Emma said as she led Kate out on to the balcony.

After stopping to double check the situation, Kate replied, "yes, but what is he doing down there, chained to the railings?".

"It's a long story", Emma replied, "Can I get you a drink?".

Emma returned with two glasses of wine and beckoned for Kate to come and join her. Kate joined her nervously, feeling uneasy about standing so close to where Brad was lying. Kate was wearing a short summery skirt and from where Brad was lying, he could see right up her skirt to her white cotton knickers.

There was a pause in the conversation, both Brad and Kate being too embarrassed to talk. Emma broke the silence, "I'm just going to collect the food for this evening, Kate, can you look after the keys to Brad's chain", and with that she handed over a key ring containing two silver keys and left the flat.

"At last", Brad exclaimed as he reached up towards Kate, "Get me out of here".

"Not so fast", Kate replied, deliberately stepping on Brad's arm with her shoe as she moved away from where he lay chained.

"Why has she chained you up? What have you done?", Kate asked.

"Nothing, she's crazy", Brad protested.

"Why did you let her do this to you then?", Kate continued. It was a good question and not one that Brad wanted to explain right there.

Kate sat on the edge of a sun-lounger, a few feet away from Brad and watched him nurse his arm where she had stamped on him.

"Please", he begged, "Emma's crazy, please let me go",

She watched him, and started to enjoy the situation. "What's its worth?", she smiled.

"Anything", he replied, "please just get me out of here".

Kate looked at her colleague's semi-naked body, who she had fancied for some time, and realised this was too good an opportunity for her to pass up. She left the keys a safe distance away and walked up to Brad and looked down at him. "You're pretty securely chained up", Kate observed as she playfully tapped his body with her shoe. Brad had always found Kate attractive; she was in her early twenties and had a fantastic figure. However, he now felt very vulnerable, knowing she had so much power over him.

Kate continued to tease Brad until she heard Emma return. Kate returned to the sun-lounger and picked up the keys that Emma had given her. Emma walked out on to the balcony to once again see Kate watching over their prisoner.

"Glad to see you didn't let him go", she observed.

"Maybe this will be a fun evening". Emma walked over to Brad and sat down on his chest, one thigh either side of his head.

She sat there preparing an elaborate looking gag, which was secured by a chain that went around the back of the head. She started to fit the device to the hapless guy's head. She then threw a combination padlock over to Kate.

"Set this to a number will you?" she asked. Brad tensed but couldn't move with his head still pinned between Emma's thighs. Kate spun the four wheels for a few moments before throwing the lock back to Emma. Emma locked the gag with the padlock before spinning the wheels once again to hide the code.

Emma then released the grip she had on his head and lifted herself up a few inches.

"Turn over", she ordered. He did as he was instructed. Emma sat back down on his back and started to pull his hands behind his back. She then took a pair of rigid handcuff, the type that locked with a cylinder lock and very matter-of-factly, locked them tightly around his wrists.

"I'll do you a swap", Emma said as she threw the handcuff keys over to where Kate was sitting. Kate threw over the padlock keys in return. Emma then unlocked the padlock attaching Brad to the railings. Emma stood up, stuffed the padlock keys into the back pocket of her shorts and watched as Brad struggled to

his feet, a task that he found difficult with his hands chained behind him.

Emma and Kate went back into the apartment to eat. They sat on the floor and started to eat the picnic food that Emma had bought. Brad sat down next to Emma, looking at her for sympathy. "You have him well trained", Kate remarked.

"Well there's not much he can do, handcuffed and gagged like that", Emma smiled.

"Have you ever used a smother box?" Emma continued. Kate looked blank, as did Brad.

Emma stood up and walked over to a box, which was about three foot high and two-foot square. In the top was cut a hole. Emma moved the box until it was positioned at the end of her sofa. She then lifted the lid and looked over to Brad and beckoned him over with a glance. He didn't move. "Come here now, or you'll be going to work in those cuffs tomorrow", she ordered. He knew he had no choice.

"Lie down on your back on the sofa, with your head here", she directed. Brad did as he was told. She then lowered the lid, trapping Brad's head inside. She then took a small padlock and proceeded to lock the box closed.

"Do you want to try?" she asked Kate. Kate walked over to see Brad's face staring up at her from the top of the box.

"What do I do?", Kate asked innocently.

"Just sit on his face", Emma replied in a matter-of-fact way. Kate looked shocked.

"You can't do that", Kate replied, as she looked over to Emma who was now sitting on one of the kitchen stools watching her.

"Sure you can", her host continued. "There's not much he can do about it".

Kate felt strangely turned on by the thought of sitting on top of this guy, but felt embarrassed about doing so.

"Give it a go, it'll be fun, for both of you".

About a few moments thought, Kate asked innocently, "Where do I sit?".

"Right on top of his face", Emma smiled. Kate pulled up her skirt and turned to sit down.

Very slowly she lowered herself down onto Brad's face. Initially, she rested most of her weight on her hands, but as she became used to the feeling she took her hands away and rested her whole weight on to Brad's face. The feeling of Brad's nose pressing into her arse was strange but not unpleasant. She felt turned on as she wriggled around a little and thought about how it must be for him, crushed beneath her. "Doesn't that feel good to have a guy under your arse?" Emma asked.

Brad had been helpless to stop any of this happening. He could see what Emma was trying to do. Kate was a young and innocent woman, but Emma knew that with a little encouragement, Kate would gladly help torment him. Brad could do nothing but watch as Kate lowered her pert knicker cover arse down on to his face. At first she had only rested it lightly on him and he had quite enjoyed the close up view and feel of her beautiful backside. However, as she had become more confident, she had started to rest her whole weight on him and he was now very much engulfed by her knickers and was finding it hard to breathe.

"I'm proud of you" Emma smiled as she walked over to where Kate was sitting. Kate's skirt splayed out around her and her tanned legs hung down the front of the box. Brad was starting to kick his legs around.

"He's probably having trouble breathing" Emma observed. Kate immediately went to move. Emma stopped her. "You're the boss, he'll breathe only when you let him. Keep him in there for a while". Kate smiled, and let her full weight rest back down on the hapless guy.

A few seconds later Kate stood up and watched as Brad fought to regain his breath. She walked over to the table took some more wine.

"Don't you want to try?" she asked Emma.

"OK, although I'd better take my shorts off, they're so tight, they'd probably break his nose" she laughed.

Emma stripped down to her black silk knickers and walked over to the box. Emma had a terrific figure and Brad watched as she towered above him. "Take a deep breath" she smiled as she turned around and sat down on his face. It took her a couple of seconds of twisting to ensure she was properly in place.

Kate came over to join Emma and the two sat there drinking wine and talking.

"I love this part" Emma smiled as she, without moving, broke wind. Brad struggled desperately, but his head remained firmly encased beneath the woman's arse.

After half an hour, the two women swapped positions and Kate resumed her position on top of Brad. Every few minutes, she would lift herself slightly to allow

Brad to breathe and then, within a second or two, would reapply her weight. They stayed this way for well over an hour. By this time, the women had had plenty to drink.

Emma explained how Brad had spent the previous night chained between her thighs.

"Chained and padlocked to my crotch", Emma explained.

"Maybe you'll like to try tonight?" Kate knew that she had beautiful legs, long and tanned and in her drunken state, felt excited about the prospect of have Brad chained between them.

"We'd better finally let him of there then", Emma observed. Kate reluctantly complied and stood up to reveal a red-faced guy struggling for breath beneath her. Emma took a key from her pocket and unlocked the padlock securing the box. They opened the box and helped Brad to his knees.

"Do you have the number for the combination lock?" Emma asked.

Kate smiled and crouched down to look Brad in the eyes. "I'm the only person who knows the combination to unlock you from that gag. What's its worth to let you speak again?" Brad looked pleadingly into her dark brown eyes, he knew there was nothing he could do to avoid a second night incarcerated between a woman's thighs. Kate walked over to refill her glass, swaying her hips as she went. She was enjoying the power she had over Brad.

When she returned, she pulled him on to his front and sat down on his back. She spun the wheels to unlock the padlock and removed the gag. Brad's mouth was very stiff and it took him a while to get his jaw moving again.

"Please can you unlock these cuffs" was the first thing he asked, they are killing me. Emma look down and saw that they had indeed cut deeply into his wrists.

"Only once your head is secured" she smiled.

Emma and Kate led Brad by his neck chain into Emma's spare room. Emma helped Kate lock the chain around her waist. She then took the free end and passed it down her backside, between her legs and relocked it to the waist chain at the front.

"Now all we need to do is to attach you to each other" Emma smiled. Kate lay on her side on the bed with one leg raised as Emma pulled Brad over to the bed and

locked his neck chain directly to the chain that nestled between Kate's legs. Everything was tight, everything was secure. Emma then took a key from her pocket and unlocked Brad's wrists.

Brad immediately tried to pull away, but there was no slack in the chains. To make thing worse, Kate lowered her top leg and gripped his neck tightly, so that his face became pinned to her knicker-clad backside. Brad moved his hands up and down her legs initially looking for an escape, but then to enjoy the feeling of his new confinement.

"Well, I'll leave you two to have some fun", Emma smiled, clearly pleased with what she'd achieved. She pocketed the keys and left the room. She sat on the sofa and watched the end of the late night film. She felt the keys in the front pocket of her denim shorts. Neither of them would be going anywhere without those.


Part 3

Kate woke the next morning and stretched out. As she tensed her legs she felt Brad's head exactly where she had left it the night before. She threw back the duvet and saw his head still securely chained between her thighs. "Good morning" she said.

Brad had slept reasonable well, considering the circumstances, he was starting to become used to this predicament. He had enjoyed the chance to be so close to this beautiful woman, although now he was feeling somewhat hot and he ached from lying in the same position all night. "Morning" he replied as best he could, his voice muffled by her knicker-clad arse. Kate stretched out again, enjoying this new feeling.

"Can we get some food?" Brad asked, a fair question as the women had not given him anything to eat the night before.

"Sure" Kate agreed as she looked around for the keys to the padlocks that bound them together. After a moment she remembered, "Emma has the keys, we'll have to wait for her to wake".

Emma lay awake in the room next door listening to their conversation. The keys were still in the pocket of her denim shorts, but she felt excited knowing they were chained up next door and decided that they should stay that way for a few minutes more.

Half an hour later, Emma walked into their room wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She sat down on the bed next to them and started to inspect the chains. "Good morning, I see he didn't manage to escape in the night" she smiled at Kate. Brad smiled ironically how on earth could he have escaped with his head chained and padlocked so tightly to Kate's crotch. Emma then took the rigid handcuffs and relocked Brad's wrists behind his back. Brad barely resisted, he knew that he wouldn't be released from Kate's arse until Emma had locked him once again locked in her cuffs.

After a few more minutes of chat, Emma took the keys from her pocket and unlocked all the padlocks, except for the one that locked the chain around Brad's neck. She left that securely locked, the way it had been for almost 36 hours. Kate pulled on her skirt and top and followed Emma into the kitchen, leading Brad by the chain around his neck as she did so.

Emma had two unusual, arty looking stools in her kitchen. Each was supported by a metal bar that divided into two in the middle, forming a circle about half way up. Emma lifted the first stool, which came apart in the middle, thus opening the metal circle. Brad could see what was coming next. At Emma's instruction, he knelt down and rested his head in the bottom half of the circle. Emma then replaced the top part of the stool thus closing the circle around his neck. The circle was not too tight, but tight enough to stop Brad pulling his head out without first lifting the stool. Brad knew that any chance of that happening had gone as Emma sat down on the stool above him.

The women sat on the stools and started drinking coffee. Brad struggled against the cuffs, not with a view to escaping, but to remind them he was still there. Emma took the hint and took a piece of toast and reached down between her legs and started to feed the hapless guy. Once he had finished the piece of toast, Emma crossed her legs and the two women continued to talk, as if oblivious to their prisoner trapped beneath them.

It was Saturday morning. "I hope you can hang around for a while" Emma asked, "I thought that maybe we could have some more fun with Brad". "I've advertised

for a flat mate for my spare room and I have about ten of them coming round for interview today". Kate smiled, "what have you got in mind?".

Emma stood up and went over to the other side of the room. As soon as Emma had stood up Kate caught Brad's eye and smiled. "Not a chance" she purred as she quickly changed stools and sat down above Brad, who was once again trapped. Emma looked down between her thighs and tapped Brad on the mouth with her bare foot. Although Brad was stronger than the woman who sat above him, the cuffs and the stool meant that Brad was completely at this woman's mercy.

Meanwhile, Emma had opened the lid of the wooden trunk that stood in the corner of her lounge. Kate released Brad from the stool and with a tug on the chain around his neck, led him over to where Emma was standing. "OK honey, lie down inside the box" Emma demanded. After another tug on the chain, Brad complied.

The trunk was not large and Brad had difficultly climbing inside. With the help of the women he finally managed it and they closed the lid, shutting him inside. The lid almost closed, but Emma had to push it to get it to close the last half an inch. As she did this, Brad cried out in pain.

"A perfect fit, but we'll have to do something about the noise" Emma smiled to Kate.

Kate reopened the trunk as Emma returned with the gag that the women had used on him the day before. "Open wide" Emma encouraged as she buckled the gag around Brad's head. Kate once again spun the wheels on the padlock to choose a new combination and walked around to the back of the box to padlock the gag in place.

"Now here's the plan," Emma explained. "You'll lie down inside the trunk and then when each of the applicants comes for interview we'll make them sit on the box, trapping you inside". The two women laughed as Brad closed him eyes in resignation. "And if you call out or attract their attention, then I'll lock you up with every restraint I have and destroy the keys", Emma's was very convincing.

The doorbell went and Brad could hear voices enter the room. "Nicole, please take a seat", Emma invited. Brad could only make out Nicole's blue jeans through the crack where the box was slightly ajar. He saw the well-fitting jeans walk towards him before they turned and sat down on top of him. It all went dark, as Nicole's weight closed the box with a thud. Brad became even more confined and held even more rigidly in place. He tried to move, but the lid was securely held in place. Although Nicole, at least from the limited view he had had, seemed slim, her weight on top of the box trapped him helplessly inside, unable to move a muscle.

Nicole sat there talking to Emma and Kate, totally unaware that she was effectively imprisoning and torturing the guy trapped beneath her. Nicole was a very attractive, gym instructor and looked stunning sitting on the trunk wearing jeans and a white top, her toned legs crossed in front of her. After half an hour, many questions and a couple of photos of the prospective flatmate, Emma showed Nicole to the door.

Brad had been in agony, totally unable to move to stop the pain in his shoulders. Once Nicole had stood up he could at last move to relieved the pain. However, this was short-lived as he heard Emma invite Victoria into the room.

From what he could hear, Victoria was a corporate lawyer, and from what he could see, she was very well dressed in a short-skirted business suit. He saw her stocking covered legs walk towards him until once again, she turned and sat down on the box. This time, trapped by Victoria he lay silently in his cell, thinking of his captors stocking covered arse less than an inch from his face.

By midday, Brad had been imprisoned by ten women, each of whom had sat on the trunk, crushing him inside. Lawyers, fashion designers, secretaries and PAs were among the women who had held him captive. The final applicant to arrive was Sarah, a beautiful, bubbly woman in her early twenties. She entered the lounge wearing blue stonewashed jeans and white t-shirt. She sat down on the box quite hard and Brad had to try hard not to cry out in pain. The interview, however, went well and Emma, after having consulted with Kate, decided to give her the room.

"These are the keys," Emma said as she took the deposit cheque from Sarah.

"Thanks" she replied as she stuffed them into her jeans pocket without even looking at them. After a celebratory glass of wine, Sarah left the flat. Emma and Kate returned to the room laughing, they both walked over to the box and sat down on top. "So how does it feel to be dominated by a dozen women in one morning" Emma asked. There was of course no intelligible reply.

They opened the box and looked down at Brad and his heavily bruised shoulders.

"So that's what someone looks like after they've been sat on by ten women" Kate smiled. "And there were some very attractive women too" she continued as she showed Brad the photos they had taken of each.

Kate unlocked the padlock and removed the gag. Brad looked up into Emma's brown eyes, "I can't take any more, please unlock me" he pleaded as he struggled against his cuffs.

"Sorry Honey, not yet", Emma smiled. "After lunch maybe". Emma led Brad back on to the balcony and rechained him to the bottom bar of the railings. She gave the key to that padlock to Kate, who tucked it into her pocket. Emma then unlocked the handcuffs from his wrists. "A tout a l'heure" she smiled to Brad. "Oh and by the way, I gave the key to the padlock around your neck to Sarah my new flatmate. But don't worry, she moves in next week, so you can soon start persuading her to unchain you". And with that, the two friends left for lunch.


Part 4

Three hours later, Brad heard the front door open and the two women enter the flat. They had obviously had a few drinks and were giggling loudly. They came out on to the balcony and sat down on a sun lounger next to the chained up guy.

"We're going to try for a new record" Kate smiled "we're going to chain you up between our thighs for a record 36 hours, non-stop".

"Only thing is which one of us shall we chain you to first" Emma continued.

Emma took out a coin and smiled towards Kate; this was obviously something they had rehearsed together.

"Heads its me, tails its Kate" Emma smiled as she tossed the coin into the air. Emma looked down and smiled, "yes its me" she said.

An hour later, Emma reappeared from the shower wearing black silk knickers and bra. Brad had also been allowed to shower, a task that he had found difficult, as the women had refused to unlock his handcuff while he washed. This time Kate took charge. Emma and Brad followed her into Emma's bedroom and watched as she took out the chains and padlocks. Slowly and carefully, she locked a chain around Emma's waist and padlocked it tightly in place. She then took the free end and passed it between her friend's legs and padlocked it back on to the chain around her waist.

Emma started to check the chains to see how tightly Kate had locked them. "They're certainly tight" she commented as she tried to adjust the chain that ran up her backside. Kate smiled, she certainly intended to make this secure.

Emma lay down on the bed on her side and raised her top leg. Kate pulled Brad by his chain until his head was in place between Emma's thighs.

"This is it" Kate smiled as she threaded a padlock through Brad's neck chain and the chain in Emma's crotch and clicked it shut. The two were now attached, with Brad's face resting against Emma's arse. "Just to make it even tightly, I'm just going to add a few extra restraint" Kate smiled. This part had not been discussed over lunch.

She took another chain and locked one end to the chain around Brad's neck. She then wrapped the chain tightly around both of Emma's thighs and locked it back on to the neck chain. This had the effect of preventing Emma from opening her legs and releasing her grip on Brad's neck.

She then took a leather head harness and started to buckle the straps tightly around Brad's head. Once she was happy that it was tight, she took out some small padlocks and locked each buckle. With Emma lying on her front, Kate used her knee to push Brad's face deeper into Emma's arse. Kate then took a padlock and locked the metal ring on the top of the harness to the crotch chain half way up Emma's arse.

She then padlocked a chain to the ring on one side of the harness, wrapped it around to the front of Emma's thighs and locked it to the front of the crotch chain. She then brought the chain back and locked it to the other side of the harness. In this way, the chains held Brad's head tightly into Emma's arse. He couldn't pull away or turn his head; he was totally locked in place. Brad tried to move, but there was absolutely no play in the chains.

Kate stood back to admire her work. "Perfect she smiled, you'll not be getting out of that". Emma could feel Brad's face pushing against her arse.

"OK, that is really cruel" Emma smiled at Kate.

"Even crueler if you fart" Kate observed.

Kate then took a key from her pocket and unlocked the cuffs that had by now cut deeply into Brad's wrists.

"OK, its 6 o'clock, you'll now stay chained together like that until tomorrow, when it'll be my arse chained to your face" she smiled as she turned and tapped her bum.

Kate was feeling much more self-assured than she had felt when she arrived on Friday. She looked stunningly attractive as she stood there wearing her short skirt and top, with the only keys to the padlocks chaining her colleagues together attached to the inside of her knickers by a small key ring.

"Now just to ensure you don't give up too early, I'm going out for the night and of course taking the keys with me. I've removed your phones and house keys and I'm going to dead lock the front door on the way out. So you've nothing to do except enjoy yourselves". Kate blew a kiss to Brad as she left the room, swinging her hips. Brad and Emma heard the door being closed and locked and then nothing but silence.

"This is it honey, you and me chained together for a day and a half. No escape" Emma smiled as she tensed her legs and started to stretch out on the bed. Brad was also enjoying the feeling. Emma had a fantastic figure and incredible pert bum, to which his face was locked. Her black silk knickers felt warm and soft against his face. He ran his hands up and down over Emma's hips, feeling her warm tanned skin. It was a warm summer evening and the two of them just lay on the bed listening to the music.

Kate had left the flat and had walked back towards the beach. As she walked she could feel the keys inside her knickers and thought of Emma and Brad chained up together at the flat. She arrived at the bar overlooking the beach and went over to join her friends. She ordered a glass of wine and sat down on one of the metal chairs on the balcony. She had to wriggle around for a moment, to find a position where the keys didn't dig into her bum. Once comfortable, she started chatting with her friends, forgetting all about her captives and the night that they would be spending together.

Emma and Brad had also started talking to pass the time. It was a strange conversation where neither of them could see the other. Brad's voice was muffled, as he had to speak into Emma's knickers. After a while, the conversation stopped and Emma reached for the remote control for the television. "Sorry babe, looks like you'll miss the film" Emma smiled as she pulled a sheet over them both and settled down to watch the evening movie. Brad listened for a while, but then fell asleep with his face buried in her arse.

He woke the next morning with his face exactly where it had been the night before. He tried to lift his head, as if he was lying on a pillow, but to no avail. He relaxed again, his face sinking further into her knickers.

"Good morning" Emma smiled as she gave him a gentle squeeze with her thighs. She wriggled her arse, feeling his face respond to every movement. She ran her fingers along her panty line, feeling turned on by her own arse and fact that someone else's face was buried in it. "What time is Kate returning?" Brad asked.

"Soon" Emma replied still stretching out on the bed.

Brad ran his hands along the thick chain that encircled Emma's slim waist. He felt the padlock that held it in place and gave it a tug as if to see if he could open it with his bare hands. He then felt the chain that came from the front and disappeared between her legs and attached on to the chain locked around his neck. This chain was again tight and he could barely pass a finger beneath it. Emma was clearly enjoying the tightness as she stretched out and wriggled around on the bed.

After passing through her crotch, this chain ran up her backside and reattached to the waist chain. The tension in this chain meant that it pulled Emma's knickers into her backside a little. Brad's face pushed the silk knickers even further into her arse, attached as it was by the chain around his neck and the harness locked around his neck. Brad felt the harness to see if there was any chance of squeezing his head out. He soon found that there was no chance, Kate having buckled it so tightly in place.

Brad lay there and remembered all the times in the office where he cast a glance at Emma arse as she had walked past him. Often she would wear a black or beige trouser suit, or sometimes a tightly fitting skirt. Perhaps this was poetic justice for his earlier thoughts.

As they lay there, Brad heard a key in the front door, the door opened and Kate entered wearing blue stonewashed jeans and top. She walked over to the bed and smiled at Emma. "How you doing Girl?" Kate asked.

"Good" Emma replied, "really good".

Kate turned to Brad and started to stroke his muscular back. Brad pushed on Emma's hips to try and look around, but it was as if he had been superglued to her arse.

"Only eighteen hours to go" Kate smiled as she watched him struggle against his bonds. "However, maybe the second half of this challenge should be a little more challenging". Brad stopped struggling as he held more restraints being emptied on to the floor.

Kate took the rigid cuffs and relocked them around Brad's wrists. She then took a pair of rigid feet cuffs and did the same to his ankles. She then pulled her jeans down over her hips to reveal white cotton underwear. She took the keys from her jeans pocket and unlocked the padlock that secured the chain around Emma's waist. Emma then wriggled out of the restraints, finally releasing Brad's head from her arse.

The women changed place and Kate jumped on to the bed and started putting her legs into the chains. In less than five minutes, the restraints were securely locked around Kate's waist and adjusted so that once again Brad's face was buried.

Brad had not made much of his chance to escape. The women had taken all precautions, manacling him hand and foot. The feel of Kate's cotton knickers was

different to Emma's silk knickers that he had had to endure the night before, less slippery, but less clingy. Also, Kate had a slightly fuller figure and Brad found himself even more engulfed than before. The perfume was also different, but otherwise his predicament the same.

Having secured the two, Emma stood back to admire her work. "Maybe just one more thing" she said as she padlocked Brad's handcuffs to his feet cuffs.

"Thought our previous position was a little easy for you, so maybe being hog-tied with handcuffs will help spice things up".

Brad, being unhappy with the additional restraints, started to try and wriggle free. Emma laughed, "Those are maximum security cuffs, that's not going to work, baby". Brad relaxed, his face resting deeply in Kate's arse, where it stayed as he drifted back off to sleep.

Brad stayed that way, drifting in and out of sleep until early Monday morning. He knew there was no way he was going to get free from between Kate's thighs and so resigned himself to his fate. At six o'clock as promised, Emma released them from the chains and manacles that bound them together.

Brad was now totally free except for the chain padlocked around his neck. Emma watched as Brad pulled hopelessly on the chain. "Sarah, my new flat mate has the only key to that chain" she smiled as she collected up the other restraints. "But she arrives tonight, why don't you come round and say Hi".