She led me all the way back to the other end of the room and pulled open the cabinet drawer with all the stuff in it. She reached in and started to pull out a piece of rope, when she spotted the handcuffs. I turned my back and held my arms out behind me. She slapped on the cuffs like she had seen too many episodes of Cops.
Alex spun me around and took hold of the rope again. This time she held it like she planned to do something with it. I saw her think for a moment, then she put the loop of rope over her neck and let it drape down her back. I couldn't figure out what she was up to until she put her hands behind her back and pulled down on the loop. The rope pulled me to her. She pulled down harder and my breasts were pulled up to her shoulders. We here belly to belly and my face was above hers. She got up on her toes, put her lips on mine and kissed me, all the while pulling the rope tighter and tighter, stretching my breasts over her shoulders. The excitement I felt completely drowned out any feeling of pain. I kissed her back, frustrated that I could not use my arms.
She broke the kiss and let go of the rope, leaving it around her neck. She stepped backward, drawing me along, until she reached the weight bench against the window. I must have hesitated, because she smiled that evil smile again and stepped up onto the bench pulling me with her. She kissed me again, and while she was kissing me, she lifted the loop of rope off her neck and pushed it up, flipping it over the hook in the ceiling. I was now hanging naked from the hook in the same position that I had escaped from earlier. The only difference was that the handcuffs allowed more slack between my wrists than the rope bonds had done.
Alex stepped down off the bench, leaving me dangling from the clamps, perched on my toes. She examined her handiwork and then went back to the drawer for a couple of ropes. She tied my legs together at the knees and the ankles and then sat down in a chair to watch me. The four of them joined her.
"Can she get out of that again." Jim asked looking unconvinced.
"Yes, she can," Alex said. "She did before, and now she's going to do it again for us. She wants to. She wants to feel it again. She's getting wet just thinking about it."
I wasn't 'getting' wet; I was sopping. Now that there was no threat, and no fear, I was excited and aroused. Alex was showing me what she had known all along, that I had escaped too quickly for both of us. When she had expressed disappointment at being rescued too soon and missing being abused by the convicts, she had just been voicing a feeling that I had suppressed.
"I'll hurt you." I said.
"So, hurt me. But stop kidding yourself. You're enjoying this. You like being tortured and you want to show off how much you like it. You know this won't be the first time, either. Should I make popcorn for everyone?"
With all five pairs of eyes on me, I leaned back against the pull of the clamps. I reached out for the trance state and I revelled in it. It would be more difficult with my legs tied together but I would not have had it any other way. I did not bother rehearsing the moves in my head this time, because now I wasn't going for speed, but style and grace. I squared my shoulders and pointed my toes in my best tumbling form. Taking a deep breath, I slowly picked my feet up off the bench. With my legs and back straight, I bent into the pike position at a 90-degree angle and held for a two-count. I sucked in my stomach and pulled my legs up until my toes touched the ceiling. I held that position and then bent my back so that I could slip the handcuffs under my butt. I slid my hands gracefully along the back s of my thighs and my knees and my calves. When I reached my ankles, I paused again. Slowly, I bent my knees and pulled my feet between my arms. I was proud that I kept my toe-point throughout. I kept my hands raised and lowered my legs back through the 90-degree point and then to the bench. Instead of standing on the bench, I raised them again until they were parallel to the floor and only then did, I take hold of the clamp releases. I pulled my legs up sharply to start my rotation and pressed the releases on the clamps at the same time. I twisted in mid-air and stuck a full-stretch, one-point landing on the carpet facing the audience. I held my landing for the count of two, before taking a bow. It was a perfect routine. I was totally proud of myself. It wasn't until then that I remembered that all that was supposed to hurt like hell. I had forgotten all about the pain. I waited at the bottom of my bow and listened for the applause.
Alex leaped to her feet and clapped and cheered wildly. When the others saw Alex award me a standing ovation, they both began to clap enthusiastically.
"Thank you, thank you." I said. "You are too kind. Thank you. Now for my next trick..." I bent over again and let my hands dangle. I folded my thumbs into my palms and concentrated on making my hands as thin as I could. The handcuffs slipped off my wrists and fell to the floor with a thud. I took hold of the ropes around my ankles and pulled sharply. The rope parted with a loud snap. I did the same to the rope around my knees and then I stood up and de-tranced. The fatigue hit me right away, but I shrugged it off. I was buzzed from the exhilaration and I was horny as hell. I took Alex by the hand and practically dragged her up three flights of stairs to my bedroom.
I tossed her onto the bed and leaned over her. I concentrated my whole attention on her and I let all the arousal and sexual tension and desire and lust and horniness pour into my mind and out into hers. I let my feelings escalate to a fever pitch and then I crawled onto the bed with her and wrapped my arms and legs around her. I kissed her hard and long and deep. Somewhere in all the flood of emotion she climaxed. I felt it and I shared it. Hers triggered mine and we shared that too. Orgasm begat orgasm, on and on and on until we were both gasping for breath and too weak to continue. I pulled her into the bathroom where we ran the whirlpool tub full of hot water and climbed into the swirl of bubbles. We stayed there bathing each other until we started to wrinkle and then we climbed out, dried off and crawled into bed where we resumed our full-contact embrace. I fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow.
Sunday morning came and almost went while we slept. It was very late when I pried my eyes open to see Alex's face lying on the same pillow, her nose almost touching mine. I watched her as she slept and was again overcome with feelings of love for her. Our bodies were still intertwined, so I could not move without waking her, not that I wished to do so. I was content to lie there and watch her sleep, feeling her soft breath on me and enjoying the sight of her lovely face.
"Oh wow!" she said. "That definitely beats an alarm clock every day of the week." Then she kissed me. I don't know how long we lay there, holding each other and broadcasting love to each other in every way possible. It came to an end when we heard a loud growl coming from under the covers.
"Your stomach or mine?" she asked. "Or a lion that got loose under the covers?"
"I can't tell. But I think we better feed it soon, before it gets mean."
Normally, two girls in one bathroom at the same time is a recipe for conflict, but we had no trouble coordinating our movements. We showered together and had a delightful time soaping and washing each other. I couldn't think of a spot before she had a washcloth on it and I did the same for her. I couldn't read her thoughts as she did mine, but I could feel what she felt and I knew exactly where to rub and how hard. It felt like we were one person with four arms and legs.
Since she had not brought any clean clothes to wear and none of mine would fit her; we decided to wear nightgowns to breakfast. I put on my sheer baby doll with the open front and the micro-thong. She wore a set in sheer white lace with a tie-top and a pair of boy-shorts that were almost too tight on her. We thought we were a couple of knock-outs.
On our way downstairs we peeked in on the boys, hoping to find out who slept with whom, but their rooms were empty.
An advantage to being the last ones downstairs was that we were able to make a grand entrance. As we walked into the breakfast room, we strutted and posed like models. The reaction was all we could have wanted.
As soon as we walked in, the room became quiet as all eyes turned to admire us. My theory about clothes being sexier than nudity got further confirmation from the admiring stares we got from people who had already seen everything we had. Bud and Jim offered wolf-whistles to show their appreciation and Alex blushed so red that her freckles disappeared.
We were the only ones who had 'dressed' for breakfast. Lori and Sara were wearing the boys' football jerseys. They fit like tents. Both girls had to keep tugging the sleeves up to keep them out of their food. The boys had on t-shirts and shorts.
Lori said to her sister, "Sara, can you imagine wearing something like that to breakfast at home?
"Dad would just die!" Sara answered. "Mom would positively freak! Oh, I wish we could. Those are soooooo pretty."
I kissed Sara and Lori good morning and Alex had to follow suit. All this kissing seemed to start a fad, as Bud and Jim insisted on being kissed by both of us. While I was kissing Sara, I felt her hand slide up my side and under my top where it came to rest on my breast. Wondering if this was going somewhere, I kept kissing her and was rewarded with some tongue and a friendly squeeze. As the kiss broke, I slid my cheek against hers and my mouth up to her ear where I did my best imitation of a cat purring before I licked her earlobe. She giggled and looked at me like she wanted to get me alone. I hoped it wasn't just to talk.