Siamese Friends - Rewitten

Author's note: I wrote a story twenty years ago, and it turned into a twnety plus part series. Some of the later stuff came out really well in my opinion. But the original parts... are hard to look at now. So, as an experiment, I took my original chapter and completely rewrote it. The basic plot is the same ridiculous thing. Just the structure, dialogue and characters are updated. Is it better? We'll see.

All characters are over the age of 18, do not, to my knowledge, resemble any real people, and don't try this at home.

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'I... should have thought this through a little better.' thought Lori Clark. 'I'm gonna get bored before I can get out.'

The red-headed college student knelt on the floor of the room she still kept in her parents' house, largely unable to move. Leather cuffs encased her ankles, locked together and secured with small orange padlocks. Two additional leather straps bound her legs. One held her knees together, while a second frog-tied her, pinning her calves to her thighs. A collar was buckled around her neck with a thin chain running from the front O-ring down around her knee strap, between her legs, under her joined ankles, and up to a pair of handcuffs encircling her wrists. A red ball gag was strapped in her mouth. Aside from the restraints, she was naked.

'And the metal handcuffs were a bad idea.' she mused internally. 'They're gonna get uncomfortable. Plus, it's one more key to keep track of. Use some of the leather ones next time.'

Now you might be thinking, a young woman (or anyone really) in a similar situation should be alarmed, and Lori's internal dialogue seemed very calm. In truth, she had been waiting for an opportunity to place herself in this position for quite some time. While attending a local college, she was still living at home with her parents and younger sister (who had just graduated high school). Her Father and Mother (in particular) were attentive parents and their vigilance had the potential to interfere with her new, kinkier interests. The elder Clarks, however, were away for the weekend. As soon as their car had left the drive, Lori had leaped into action to prepare for her little adventure. She retrieved two of the several keys she'd hidden in the freezer (for the orange locks and handcuffs) and hung them above where she planned to be. When the ice melted, the keys would unravel and drop into her cuffed hands. She'd been trapped and struggling uselessly for perhaps fifteen minutes when her plans hit the first of several snags. She heard the back door open. And someone entered the house.

"See?" said Beth Clark "Gone for the weekend. Aside from Lori, we have the place to ourselves." Beth's appearance was similar to her sister's. Her brilliant red hair was shoulder length as opposed to Lori's pixieish style, and her build was a little more athletic, but the two looked like sisters.

"Nice." replied Lindsey Maeder, following her in. Lindsey was slightly shorter than her companion. Their hair was styled similarly, though Lindsey's was not quite platinum blonde. Her blessing, perhaps a curse, and the first thing people noticed about her was her chest. Her endowments were better than average, to say the least. "Do you think she'll bother us?"

"Why don't we go ask her." replied Beth. "Her light was on when we pulled in." She lead the way to the central stairs, bounding up to the second floor. Her sister's door was the first on the right, so she arrived quickly and knocked twice. "Hey, Lori! I'm home! What are your plans for the night?" Beth waited a moment, receiving no reply. "Lori, you in there?"

Once again there was no response, at least not directly. There was, however some subtle shuffling and creaking along with a metallic clink or two from inside the room.

"Well, that's not creepy at all." said Lindsey quietly.

"Lori?" Beth put her hand on the knob and pushed the door open. The light was indeed on and her older sister was, indeed, inside. She was obvious immediately, crouched on the floor and wrapped like a Christmas package.

"Mmph! Humph!" Lori grunted, rocking frantically back and forth.

Beth tensed, her eyes only lingering for a moment on her bound and seemingly naked sister. "Is there someone else here?" She asked quickly, scanning the room, even checking behind the open door.

Lori sighed. She couldn't quite meet Beth's gaze with her head held so low to the floor. After a beat, she shook her head. "Mm mm."

Beth dropped to crouch in front of her helpless sister. "What the hell, Lori? What's going on?" She ran her hands over the gag strapped in Lori's mouth, only to feel a small padlock. "Who did this to you?"

"She did, I think." said Lindsey, still standing in the doorway. "There's some ice hanging above her. I bet she's got the key to those handcuffs in there. It's a common self-bondage release timer." She looked down as Beth turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "What? I read a lot of stories, okay?"

Beth smirked before turning back to Lori and tilting her head downwards until their eyes could meet. "True?" she asked.

Lori struggled against her bonds for a moment, but it seemed she wasn't getting out of this. "Mm hm." she nodded.

"So there's not a serial killer in the house." A little tension drained from Beth's body. "So now what?"

"Mmph. Mmmph." Lori desperately tried to share her ideas.

"Well, she won't be bothering us." said Lindsey with a grin.

"I suppose not." grinned Beth. "But we can't just leave her like this."

"Well, I mean we could." replied Lindsey. "She's theoretically got a way out eventually. And now she's got us to check on her if that fails. But, since she won't stop us, I'd rather see what other goodies she's got kicking around here."

Beth glanced down at her trapped sister and sighed. "Might as well. I mean she'll say something if she doesn't like us snooping, right?" She stood, reaching for the suspended chunk of Ice. "Meanwhile, I'm gonna go melt this and see what we got for keys in here. She's locked up pretty good."

Lindsey watched Beth take the ice out of the room before turning to Lori. "Well, we've got your keys now." She pointed out. "So, do you mind if I dig through your toys?"

Lori too, had watched her keys, the only way she was getting herself out of this, leave the room. She was, she realized, currently screwed. On the bright side, she and Beth got along fairly well. Despite some initial panic, she was embarrassed, but not worried. She tilted her head to try to get a better look at Lindsey, her sister's best friend since the third grade. "Mm." Lori sighed, before gesturing with her head toward her bed and, more importantly, the suitcase sitting on it.

Lindsey followed the gesture, noticing the case, and pulled it open. "Oh wow." She marveled. "You got quite the collection." She stuck her hand in and pawed around, coming out with a leather cuff. "A little surprised this is the first time you were caught. You must be a leather ninja."

"Hmm, mmph." Lori replied mysteriously.

Lindsey swirled the contents of the case around looking for the mate to the cuff in her hand. "I'm going to try these on if you don't mind." Then she chuckled. "Really, under the circumstances, I'm gonna try them even if you do." Lindsey added, starting to unfasten the leather for application.

Lori watched jealously from the floor. She should have used those. Her handcuffs weren't bad yet but she could feel the potential.

"There we go." said Lindsey, lowering her leather-wrapped wrists so Lori didn't have to strain to see. "What do you think? Are they me?" She showed off for a moment before turning back to the case to see what else she could find.

Shortly thereafter, Beth returned, dangling a pair of keys from a length of string. "You were right." she said. "The handcuff key and what looks like a small padlock key. Probably for the ones I can see on her face and collar." Beth sighed. "You know, Mom would have a fit if she found out about this. 'As long as you're under my roof...' and all that. But... your secret is safe with me."

Lori grunted appreciatively into her gag. She had assumed, but it was nice to hear aloud.

"I won't tell either." added Lindsey turning to face them. She had added a leather collar with a complicated-looking buckle. "Not that your mom pays much attention to me." She spread her arms, showing off her new accessories. "Do you like them? Thinking of getting a set for myself."

"They look good on you." replied Beth. "But then, what doesn't." She took an aborted step toward Lindsey, before holding her position.

"Mn." sighed Lindsey. "Just a... thought. But you know Lori's big dark secret. Well at least one of them." She paused. "You could... tell her yours."

Beth didn't answer right away but shuffled her feet nervously. From her vantage on the floor, Lori couldn't see Beth's face, but she knew her sister well enough to know she didn't do 'nervous'. And what secret? She had so many questions. If she'd have known she'd be caught, she'd have left off this stupid gag.

"Sorry." put in Lindsey quickly. "I know. I'm not going to twist your arm. I understand."

Lori's field of vision was limited by her predicament, but she could hear the wince as Beth prepared to reply and twisted her head to see a little higher.

"Don't... apologize." Beth sighed. "I understand too. It shouldn't be such a big deal and you're dying to tell someone." Beth stood still for a moment. Then she reached a finger forward hooking it on the ring of Lindsey's collar before, lowering herself to her knees and pulling her other girl down with her. Her lower position made it easier to look Lori in the eye. "This situation is already weird." she said. "Let's make it weirder." Using the ring she still had her finger hanging from, she dragged Lindsey's face forward to meet her own.

The blond's eyes widened for a second, only a second before a grin crept across her face. She offered no resistance as her lips were pulled into Beth's, though the smile made their kiss a little awkward.

Lori stared, blinked, and stared some more. She didn't make a sound; it seemed rude to interrupt, but after a long moment, she was beginning to think she might have to do *something to regain their attention. They still had her keys after all. She was a captive audience.

Lindsey was breathing a little heavily when they finally broke apart. Her grin, which had melted during the kiss came back with a vengeance. She entirely ignored Lori, instead staring into her partner's eyes.

Beth, however, remembered her sister. "Well..." Beth breathed, "There you have it. I'd call us even now. Mom finds out about this..." She gestured to Lori's predicament. "She'll be pissed. She finds out about..." She broadly gestured to Lindsey's entire body with a grin, "This, she'll be pissed. Let's not tell her?"

Lori blinked, meeting her sister's eyes. She had questions. So many questions. "Mmph?!" She asked. "Mn mmm mmph? Mmn... mrrrr." Realizing she was accomplishing nothing, she gave up with a low growl.

"Yeah, we don't really know either." Lindsey replied, a little giddily. "It just kind of happened one night. We were going to, uh, experiment a little tonight since we have the house to ourselves." She finally glanced down at Lori. "Well, almost to ourselves."

Against her better judgment, Lori fought her bonds for a moment. A subtle indication that they still could have a night to themselves, more or less.

Beth got the subtext. "We're not going to leave you like this all night." she reassured her. But maybe for a little while longer. Looks like you went through a lot of trouble to get yourself that way. Besides, I think Linds still wants to play with your toys."

"I do!" Lindsey confirmed. "Anything else you want me to try on? Or maybe *you want to try on?"

Beth glanced over at the suitcase, then back down to Lori. She let out a slightly nervous-sounding breath, then lowered her head to catch one of he sister's eyes with a grin and a wink. "I think... I have just the thing that will make the whole ensemble." said Beth. She slid over next to her friend, and gripping the hem of Lindsey's t-shirt, slowly began to draw it upward.

"Ach!" Lindsey squawked "B-beth! Wh-what are you doing?!" She sounded surprised, though she seemed to be fighting the giggles.

"Thought I'd help you complete your outfit."

"But... but..." Lindsey stammered, "Lori is... right there!"

"She is." agreed Beth. "And look what *she's wearing. We're in her room, and you know what they say: When in room, do as the, uh... Roomans do."

"You are such a dork!" giggled Lindsey. She didn't, however, stop Beth from raising her shirt more to reveal a snug, slightly too small, 'Hello Kitty!' bra.

Lori knelt on the floor, eyes wide. For the first time since Beth had gotten home, she was kind of glad she was locked up. Had she been free, she might have snuck away when these two started... flirting. Or tossed them out. As it was, line of sight issues aside, she literally could not look away. And it was fascinating. Beth had said they'd make it weirder.

Beth continued to raise Lindsey's shirt, and despite the girl's amused protest, she cooperated fully, lifting her arms to allow the garment to slide over her head. She immediately pulled her arms free and wrapped them around her poorly covered chest. "There now! Happy?" Lindsey's tone however suggested she was not upset. Giddy perhaps. She was enjoying herself.

"Well, yes, but we're not done." smirked Beth. "Look at Lori. She's not wearing a bra." The redhead slipped her arms around her friend and in a moment, had unclipped the catch on the bra. It went slack but was held in place by Lindsey's wrapped arms.

"She's not... wearing... anything!" protested Lindsey with an obvious grin.

"Well, if that were true, she wouldn't be stuck down there." countered Beth. "Speaking of which, this isn't gonna do." She gestured to Lindsey's chest and arms. Keeping a grip on her friend's shoulder, she reached past her to rummage around the case.

Lori did not know how to feel. Here she was, tied up in her room with her sister stripping her best friend. And it was... kind of hot. Once again she found herself glad she couldn't move or she might have... further embarrassed herself. All she could do was relax and enjoy the show. And she was here for it.

"Ah, here we go!" announced Beth. "Perfect!" She pulled a spring clip out of the suitcase and snapped it a few times in front of Lindsey.

"And what are you going to do with that?" asked Lindsey, grinning.

"Should be obvious." replied Beth, snapping the clip on the ring on one of Lindsey's cuffs. "Now it's not a lock, so you can take it off..." She began manipulating Lindsey's arms, shifting them around until the loose bra slid past her wrists and was released to the floor. As she was pushing the leather cuffs together behind Lindsey's back, Beth leaned in close to whisper in her prisoner's ear. "But you're not allowed." The statement was punctuated by the clip snapping shut again as it joined the two cuffs.

Lindsey's only acknowledgment was a low, wordless cry between a whine and a moan.

Beth took a step back to admire her handiwork, eyes lingering longer than was polite on her captive's bare chest. She finally dragged her eyes free and up to Lindsey's. "Now, I'm gonna do it unless you stop me."

"What?" moaned Lindsey.

In answer, Beth reached out with both hands to the button on Lindsey's snug shorts."

Lindsey swallowed. "Ah." she squeaked. "I can't. I'm... n-not allowed."

"Good girl." cooed Beth, popping the button.

To say this had gotten out of her control would have been false, Lori realized. She hadn't had any control since she closed the last handcuff. Well before these two had walked in. But this had escalated quickly. She couldn't see much of Lindsey; she was on the edge of her limited field of vision and Beth was in the way. But she could see her clothes on the floor. All of her clothes. And since her feet had been bare when she walked in, that meant that she, like Lori was entirely naked besides the leather items she'd put on herself. This was moving past strange and Lori felt only a little guilty that she did not want it to stop. This was weird but exciting.

"Oh-okay then." Lindsey finally stammered. "But what about you?"

Beth was running her hands over The Blond's bare hips. "What about me?"

"Too many clothes." replied Lindsey. "I'm naked. Lori's naked. What about you?" She leaned forward against Beth. "I'd strip you myself but I'm... not allowed."

"Oh, right." Beth suddenly remembered where she was. Safe in her own home, sure. But in her sister's room, with her naked, tied-up sister kneeling on the floor a few feet from them. Maybe she'd gotten carried away. Better at least check in. She bent down to make it easier to meet Lori's eyes. "Well, this got crazy."

Lori nodded in agreement. And though the gag distorted her features a little, she seemed to be smirking.

"So what do you think?" put in Beth. "We could get out of your hair and leave you be."

Lori's a closed approximation to a shrug and struggled against her bonds.

"Right. We'd have to let you go." agreed Beth. "Like I said, seems like a waste after all the trouble you went through."

Lori shrugged again. Then she got an idea. "Hm." she grunted. She moved her eyes across Lindsey's discarded clothes, one at a time, then back to Beth, up and down her body.

Beth straightened. "So, if I got that right, we can leave you like that, keep your keys, and keep playing with your toys... If I do like Lindsey says and get undressed too?"

"All that from a shrug?" laughed Lindsey. "And talk about topping from the bottom."

Lori blinked. That was actually way more than she intended, but it sounded good to her. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Huh." said Beth. "Fair, I suppose. No one gets any clothes. I'll even try on some of your toys. I'm gonna try not to end up like you though." Beth took a moment collecting Lindsey's discarded clothing into a pile, on the bed, before slipping her own t-shirt over her head. It wasn't a slow strip tease. Beth was always practical, and soon enough, she dropped her clothes, all of them, in a pile beside Lindsey's. "We are a trio of perverts." she said with a grin.

"Never been an active one before." said Lindsey. "But it's always this way in my head. Well, maybe not the naked part, but the thinking about kinky things, definitely. Now pick something out and try it on."

"All right. All right." Beth smirked. She turned to the case, swirling the contents around. Picking out a device, she held it up, before looking first to Lindsey, then down to Lori. "Another collar? Why do you have so many if you only have one neck." She compared it to the one Lindsey was wearing. "And these two look identical."

"Mm." Lori explained with an eye roll. "Mmn hmm mmm hmm mmph."

"Okay." agreed Beth with a smirk. "Don't tell me then." She examined the slightly complicated device. "Okay, I think I get it. The ring folds over the buckle and through this loop, so it works as a locking hasp as well. Hook a leash or whatever to it, and you can't get the collar off."

"Mmn." Lori agreed.

"Oh, that's why it's like that." said Lindsey. "Maybe you could fix mine?" She grinned and tugged on her joined wrists.

As she complied, Beth also reached into the case and retrieved something else before pulling Lindsey close. "We wouldn't be able to unbuckle them." There was a click as she snapped a red padlock, that had apparently been lying open in the case between the rings of her and Lindsey's collar, pressing their naked bodies quite closely together. "I was kind of hoping we'd get to spend a lot of time like this this weekend."

"Ooo, me too." Lindsey agreed, twisting her spring-clipped wrists.

Lori wished she could see better what was going on. Sure, it was more than a little weird, being stuck like this while voyeuring on your apparently lesbian sister, but it was all she could do at the moment. Then she heard the click. She knew a padlock closing when she heard it. She twisted her head, looking up, trying to see what was going on. Her company was moving awkwardly as if joined together. And Beth was only wearing one thing. She strained to see between them, and yes, they were hooked together at the collar by... a red padlock. Lori's breath caught for a second. She'd have to make a plan, but between the collars and that padlock, the tables had just turned.

Lori relaxed while her guests explored their new limitations. They didn't know it yet, but they were all locked up now. The difference was that Lori's keys, while out of her reach, were still readily available. She bided her time for a few moments, plotting and planning. She took mental stock of what she had in the room, finally concocting a truly devious plan. The pair had given her a start and made a little fun, but all in all, had been pretty accommodating, so she decided not to get too offensive. Still, she could have her fun too. So plan and cover story worked out, she started on the hardest part of said plan: getting the fucking gag off. It was easier than expected.

"Hm!"

Beth glanced down at her imprisoned sister. "Yes?"

"Hm hm!"

"What is it, girl?" smirked Lindsey. "Did Timmy fall down a well?"

Lori groaned but went on. "Hm hm hm!"

"We should probably take her gag off." Lindsey went on. "I mean, we didn't plan for this, so she doesn't have, like, a safe word or anything..."

"Mm-hm! Mm-hm!" Lori nodded frantically.

"I guess she has something to say." agreed Beth. She raised her arm with the thawed keys still hanging from it. "The gag is locked, so we'll need the key." She grinned impishly at her partner. "The hard part might be getting down there like this."

Rather than disentangling, the girls took a few moments coordinating the act of lowering themselves to their knees, bumping and pressing awkwardly together in the process. But make it they did, and with a little shuffling and hand swapping, they got the key into the correct lock, with Lindsey peeling the gag from the still mostly helpless Lori's face.

"Bleh." mumbled Lori as it came free. "Okay, first, I'll say this was *not on my bingo card for tonight. I'm not complaining or anything. I was entertained. But man... Second, agreed. Your secret is safe with me, too. Third, uh, we have a slight problem. It's entirely my fault, I'll admit, but in my defense, I didn't count on anyone else going through my secret toy chest."

"And what is our 'slight problem'?" Asked Beth.

"I spotted that padlock you used there." Lori gestured with her head. "I, uh, don't have a key for that one."

"You.. don't... what?!" started Lindsey, tugging at her joined wrists.

"Ugh!" cursed Beth, slapping her forehead. "I said I wasn't going to end up like you! Why did you have an open padlock with no key sitting around."

"'Secret toy chest!'" countered Lori. "I knew and no one else was gonna be in there! But you're right. I should have destroyed it. Or at least closed it. Don't worry though. Dad's got those bolt cutters out in the shed. That'll take care of it quick."

Beth was fiddling with her collar, finding out that it worked exactly like she had thought. It was fully locked and closed. They were stuck. "Right." she sighed. "Should work. Are you sure you don't have the key"

"Keys are in that cloth bag in there." replied Lori. "Take a look. I got them color-coded. You're looking for, get this, a red one."

Beth did not move to rise from the floor just yet. "I'll take your word for it."

"Oh..." Lindsey groaned. "The cutters are in the shed and the shed is outside. We can go get them like this!"

"Well, we could." smirked Beth. "But the neighbors might talk."

"Oh, funny." returned Lindsey. "No thank you."

"If you let me out of this," Lori began, "I will go get them. It's kind of my fault anyway. But since you're already, ahem, dressed for it, how about we have a little more fun too."

Beth held up Lori's keys, still firmly in her possession. "Go on."

"I'm not a leather ninja." Lori nodded to Lindsey. "Sure, I have a nice collection, but this is the first time I've really done anything with it. And all of a sudden, not only do I have safety people but models too. You're already a little tied up. You let me go, I tie you two up tighter, then go and get the bolt cutters."

"Mn." grunted Beth. "I suppose I got us into this. So you got us tied up. Then what?"

"Try a few different positions. Mess around." Lori smirked. "I won't keep you all night."

"Right." said Beth with an eye roll. She nudged Lindsey. "What says you?"

"It's going to be hard getting dressed like this, and I don't want to cross your yard half-naked." Lindsey shrugged. "I'm all right with it. I wasn't allowed to free myself anyway. Besides, turnabout is fair play, We didn't let her go right away."

"True." Beth reached awkwardly back to Lori's joined wrists and unlocked one of the cuffs before placing the keys in her hand. "You can take care of that. Let's stand up. I want to look at that key bag."

It was an ungraceful few moments as Beth and Lindsey struggled to their feet, and Lori worked on uncoiling her body. Lindsey insisted she was still not allowed to free her hands, so she wasn't much help on the ascent. They did eventually make it up, and Beth immediately found the cloth bag.

"Blue, green, yellow but no red." the redhead muttered. "Well, shit."

Told you." grinned Lori, finally climbing to her own feet. She gave a large stretch before recalling that, oh yeah, she was still naked and pulling her limbs in a bit. "I know I wasn't stuck that long, but it does feel good to move."

"So what are you going to do to us?" asked Lindsey. She sounded nervous but excited.

"Well, the positions are limited a bit by Beth's impulsive padlocking," grinned Lori, "but I have a few ideas."

"Yeah, yeah." grumbled Beth. "Rub it in."

"Anyway," chuckled Lori, "I never thought I'd have people to fool around with, and until today, all my fooling around was theoretical anyway. So today has been very exciting. Now my plan is to squish you two together. So I want to test some lube stuff someone at school gave me to try. It's skin-safe. I've gotten it on me before."

"People at college were giving you lube and you thought you never find someone to play with?" Lindsey asked.

"It was an Art Professor." replied Lori. "For a project."

"I think that makes it worse." added Beth.

"Ha ha." grumbled Lori. She slipped past them to her desk and picked up an unmarked bottle. "Okay, this stuff starts out pretty viscous, so it's good for three-dimensional areas. I thought of it because you two are standing. More liquid stuff would make a mess." She uncapped the bottle revealing a brush in the cap. "Separate a little. I'll just get one of you. It will squish enough to work for you both." She crouched next to them, waiting for room to work.

"Okay, then what?" asked Lindsey, pushing her hip back to put a little distance between her and Beth.

"I'll just say that you're already half set up." Lori began liberally applying the thick gel to the front of Lindsey's body.

"Is this really necessary?" wondered Beth aloud.

"I think it will enhance your experience." said Lori. She finished quickly, staying close to the centerline of Lindsey's body. "It's gonna squish. Don't want it to squish too far and drip out." Then she went to her toy chest picking out a few things, including a length of chain and several green padlocks. "Here, put these on." She handed Beth a pair of leather cuffs similar to the ones on Lindsey's wrist, with buckles she now recognized as suspiciously similar to their collars, before moving around behind Lindsey.

"So," said Beth, doing as she was directed. "Why do you have so much stuff if you've never played with it?"

"Oh, I've played with it." replied Lori. "This was just my first big... thing. And I got caught. Yay me. But anyway, a store I watch had a couple of promotions so I ordered a few times. That's why I have several of those collars. They came free with orders over a certain amount." As she spoke, she joined Lindsey's wrists with one of the green padlocks, hanging the chain from it. Then she passed the dangling links to herself between their legs.

"I think I see where this is going." grumbled Beth. "This is what I get for closing a lock without checking for keys first."

"Words to live by." agreed Lori, standing up behind Beth. "Now press together and work that stuff around. Then Beth can put her hands behind her back."

"Doesn't feel real slippery." observed Lindsey.

"Wait for it." Said Lori. She guided Beth's hands together, hanging the lock between them without closing it yet. Then she brought the chain up and, very gently, pulled it tight, pinning the two together essentially with their own arms. Then she clicked the lock closed, fixing their predicament.

When Lori stepped back, Beth squirmed, flexing her arms. "Yeah, I... don't think we're getting out of this."

"At least not without the keys." Lori slowly and deliberately set the green key on a taller dresser. It would be a trick for the pair to reach it in their current state, but after the first lock, it was nice knowing it was there. "Now, as promised, I'll go see about your other issue. Behave while I'm gone, will you?" Turning, and still wearing only a pair of ankle cuffs and her leather collar, Lori slipped out the door and was heard descending the stairs.

"She didn't get dressed." said Lindsey. "Is she going to cross your yard like that?"

"I noticed she also took the bag of keys." replied Beth. "At least she left ours, but she's up to something. Not much we can do about it, right now. She is way kinkier than I realized. So what do you think?"

"Not how I expected tonight to go." admitted Lindsey. "But chained naked to you? Better than I could have hoped."

"Mn. Could be worse." Beth leaned forward brushing her face across Lindsey's until their lips met. Aside from shuffling awkwardly around, it was really all they could do.

Lori took her sweet time in returning, but return she did. She strolled back into the room several minutes later, in the same outfit, and carrying a large drinking glass in each hand. There was one thing, however noticeably missing.

"Where are the bolt cutters?" Beth asked, suspiciously. "Isn't that why you left?"

"I got something even better." replied Lori, rotating one of her hands. There pinned to the glass by one finger, was a red padlock key.

"Hey!" started Lindsey. "You said..!"

"The freezer!" groaned Beth. "Those others had to have been in there for a while. She was thinking ahead."

"Yeah." agreed Lori. "I mean, I didn't plan for you two, but I had it frozen for later."

"So why the cloak and dagger?" asked Beth.

"It got me untied and you two in the spot you're in now." replied Lori with a smirk. "But don't worry. I thought we'd play a game. How'd you like to lock me up again?"

"Right now?" grumbled Beth. "Yes, I would."

"I'm sure." grinned Lori. "So I'm sure my sister noticed that I took the rest of the keys when I left..."

"She did!" agreed Lindsey proudly.

"I figured." said Lori. "So I hid them somewhere in the house. Once I unlock you, I'll do myself up in a little more mobile and comfortable position than before. Your job will be to find them and let me out."

"Right." said Beth. "And our motivation? We want you free before Sunday afternoon, obviously. But why do we care if you've tied yourself up for the rest of the weekend? Keeps you out of our way."

"Thought of that." replied Lori. "I hung the keys to get me loose on the solvent for the skin-safe, easily removable super glue I put on you earlier, instead of lube."

"You... did... what?!" squawked Lindsey.

Beth tried to twist her body but only succeeded in jostling them both, whether because of their bonds or their apparent adhesive bond. "What the hell, Lori?!"

"Relax." replied Lori soothingly. "I've gotten some on myself. It's really strong but comes off like water with the right remover. And some of the stories I've heard at school..."

Beth knew better than to struggle further. Lori currently had them 'by the balls', as it were. "And what if we don't want to play your game?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"Then I let you go right now." replied Lori. "And we can forget about this. I'll play... uh, with myself. You two can go about your business. And our secrets are safe with each other."

"Really?" Beth deadpanned.

"Really." confirmed Lori. "Maybe we all got a little carried away after I got found out. You were pretty quick to strip Blondie with me in the room. Getting caught was way more fun than I'd have thought though. We can keep it going, sure. But even if we call it a day, I had a good time."

Beth turned to her fellow prisoner who'd been silent and wide-eyed during the exchange. "What do you think?" she asked. "You're in this too."

Lindsey took a breath. "I mean, it is kind of... sketchy. But as long as she can get us out like she says... It has been fun so far." She paused. "What are the rules?"

Lori smiled at the progress. "I'll unlock you and lock myself up." She set her glasses down on her nightstand. "I could be here a while so I got some water and a smoothie to keep me going. I'll also be able to move enough to hobble to the bathroom. You look for the remover. It's on the ground floor, garage included. You'll know it by the key bag hanging off of it. Separate yourselves and please let me go before anyone else gets home. And, your goal is to get free, so if you manage it even without the solvent, you win."

"And if we don't find it? Or get loose?" sighed Beth.

"I'll be gagged but mobile." said Lori. "I'll be able to lead you to it if necessary. And I'll tell you what. To sweeten the pot, if you play, and get free by say, nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll let you keep those collars you're wearing."

Beth scowled as she looked again to Lindsey who looked interested. Too interested. Beth didn't say anything but raised an eyebrow.

"I was kind of hoping to spend the night this close to you anyway." Lindsey grinned. "And getting stuck aside, these collars are pretty cool."

"Okay." sighed Beth. "Unlock us so I can see what you've done. Then I will render my judgment."

"Yes, Your Honor." quipped Lori, retrieving the green key from the dresser. "I'll need at least one pair of those leather cuffs when you're loose. Metal bondage is less comfortable, turns out."She released Lindsey's wrists first, lowering the chain carefully so it didn't swing into anyone's legs. Then she moved behind Beth to get hers. Lastly, she undid the red padlock.

Beth waited patiently until the locks were undone. Then, placing her freed hands on Lindsey's shoulders, she gently pushed. The front of their bodies stayed joined together. After a moment, Lindsey mirrored Beth. They continued to try and unsuccessfully lever themselves apart until-

"Ouch! Nope!" Lindsey called a halt. "She wasn't kidding."

"No, she wasn't." agreed Beth. She looked to Lori. "And you're saying this stuff just... goes away? Because we are seriously stuck together." She did not look convinced.

"Yup." said Lori. "I even had to make an adjustment to a project three days later. I used a little too much remover and the whole thing came apart. I wouldn't have done this to you if I hadn't seen it myself."

"Good to know, I guess." grumbled Beth.

"So what do you say?" asked Lori. "Go get the remover? Or start locking myself back up?"

Lindsey wrapped her arms around Beth. "Up to you. It's a little freaky, so I get it if you want out, but I'm happy where I am. And just think. I won't be putting any clothes on like this."

"True." conceded Beth. "I can't see your boobs very well though." She raised an arm and brought one finger down on their joined cleavage. "I was looking forward to... looking."

She paused and let out a breath. "Okay, we're in."

"Great!" said Lori. She set the red and green keys on the dresser for later recovery. "I'll get started. Somebody give me their wrist cuffs." Lori reached into the toy case, grabbing a few things, before flipping it closed, before shifting it to the floor and sliding it under her bed. Then she stuck something in her mouth, buckling a few straps around her head, clicking them shut with a blue padlock. When her arms came down there was a rubbery-looking panel covering her lips with a hole in the center.

"More peaceful already." said Beth. "The hole is for a straw, I assume?"

"Mn-hm." agreed Lori with a thumbs up. She took the pair of wrist cuffs offered by Beth and began buckling them around her own wrists. Sitting on her bed, she joined her ankle cuffs with a foot or so long strap and a few orange locks. Her last step was to take the chain she'd joined them with and loop it around the ankle strap. It took her a few tries to get the length right, but she finally locked the loop shut, before clipping the other end of the chain to her wrist cuffs. She got up from the bed, finding that if she stood straight, her feet were pulled together and her hands were forced down onto her thighs, hunching her shoulders a bit.

"Little short maybe?" commented Beth.

"Mn." grunted Lori. It appeared that she tried to shrug, but had to bend her knees and hips to accomplish it.

"I'd offer to loosen it for you, but..." Beth reached out a finger to flick the lock connecting Lori's wrists. "Unless you want to tell us where the keys are."

"Mmm." agreed Lori, rolling her eyes. "Mn hmm mmph hm."

"I think that ship has sailed." added Lindsey.

"Fine then." said Beth. "If you're good, we'll leave you to your... whatever and try to find a way out of this." She gave a gentle push on Lindsey's shoulder to emphasize their bond.

Lori shuffled her feet to face them and gave an extremely low thumbs-up.

Maneuvering was also turning out to be a chore for Beth and Lindsey. The best option they found was to scuttle along sideways, which is how they worked their way out of Lori's room.

"Okay, this is your house." said Lindsey. "What's the plan?"

Beth gestured over her partner's shoulder. "Bathroom first." She replied.

"Lori said it was downstairs."

"She did, but she also insists this stuff comes off easy." said Beth. "So we're gonna take a shower. Try to scrub ourselves apart."

"Ooo, I was hoping to do that this weekend." cooed Lindsey. "Under slightly different circumstances."

So they shuffled to the bathroom. Stepping into the tub was an exercise in coordination, but they managed quickly enough. They also belatedly remembered the collars they were still wearing, and just tossed them in the sink instead of trying the climb again. Then they got the water nice and warm, using the detachable shower head to spray it directly where their bodies joined. It did not seem to make a difference. They tried exfoliating body wash and a loofa sponge. They stayed joined.

"I don't want to scrub too hard." said Beth. "I don't think rubbing us raw would make a difference. Looks like you're stuck with me."

"Fine by me." grinned Lindsey, wrapping her arms around her partner. "You know, since we're in here... we could fool around a little. Less laundry later."

"Mmm, we could." agreed Beth, running her own hards down Lindsey's back and over her butt.

"And I mean, the last, what, hour was foreplay." giggled Lindsey.

"So, hurry up you're saying?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm--" Lindsey dragged her hand down Beth's back and across her hips, where she came across a problem. The front of their bodies were bonded together from just below the collarbones to their hips. And after a moment of struggle, Lindsey had failed to get even a finger between them. "Huh. Beth, I can't... reach your..."

"What? Really?" Beth twisted and stretched herself, but she quickly saw the problem. They were stuck together, yes, which limited space and access, but it also limited how they could adjust themselves. She couldn't get between them from the side, and Lindsey's body got in the way trying to reach between her legs from behind. "Huh is right. I did not see this coming."

"What are we going to do?" whined Lindsey. "I'm... horny!"

"I'll keep thinking." sighed Beth. "But at the moment, all we can do is find that solvent and hope it works as advertised. And maybe turn the water cold."

"Ugh!" groaned Lindsey. "Did Lori plan this?"

"I'm not going to ask." replied Beth. "Either way, she'll think it's funny."

Lindsey was surly as they dried off, having taken their enforced chastity rather personally. "So where should we start looking?"

"She specifically mentioned the garage, so we'll go there first." said Beth. "It's big, but open. We should be able to get through it quick."

"Ugh, were going into the garage like this?" sighed Lindsey.

"We closed the door when we pulled in." replied Beth. "Though now that you mention it, there are a few windows out there we should stay away from. And we should watch the curtains once we get downstairs. I mean, all the important stuff is stuck between us, but the neighbors will still talk." She reached back and squeezed her partner's behind.

"Yeah, don't remind me."

Descending the stairs was a slow, careful process. They went down sideways, one step at a time, with at least two hands on whichever railings they could reach. Then it was a cautious sneak to the back door, checking around every corner as they went. The back patio door was a sliding glass portal to the outside world, but as it only faced the backyard, keeping the light low hopefully kept them invisible until they got the curtains drawn.

The garage was chilly, and dark, and had no curtains. Beth considered for a moment before switching on the lights. "We can use Dad's truck for cover." she suggested. "We can't really duck, so we'll have to take the scenic route around the vehicles to pass the windows. The shelf in the far corner, we're going to have to hurry past a window or look from a distance."

"I'm following you." agreed Lindsey. "Unless you put me in front."

The garage was a, thankfully boring, bust. They were a little chilly when they returned to the house and still fused together.

"Where to next?" asked Lindsey.

"Downstairs bathroom." said Beth. "I want to try a little nail polish remover. We'll check the cleaning supplies under the kitchen sink and in the pantry. She didn't mention the basement so I'd rather not go down there like this."

"Same." agreed Lindsey. "We're already in the kitchen, so let's look around."

"Yeah." said Beth. "Any of the lower cupboards are gonna be a bitch like this. I hope Glue Girl took that into account."

In the end, they had to use a little distance for a better angle at the cupboard under the sink. And a flashlight. The cloth bag of keys did not appear to be there. Or in the pantry. Or in the downstairs bathroom. They did try some nail polish remover while they were in there. It smelled strongly, and pooled in their combined cleavage, but left them still stuck tightly together.

"I'm beginning to doubt this is as easy to remove as my dear sister says." grumbled Beth.

"I guess we'll find out one way or another." replied Lindsey. "I'm getting tired of scuttling around like a crab. Let's take a break."

"Beth let out a breath. "Yeah, just as well. I'm running out of obvious places to look. I was hoping she just left whatever where it was. If she actually hid it, this could take all night."

"We could ask her." said Lindsey. "She could answer yes and no questions."

"Almost be worth it to listen to her try to talk." grinned Beth. "Let's go to the living room and watch a little TV. Maybe I'll think of something."

Arriving at the main room of the house, they made a careful circuit to make sure there were no gaps in the blinds. They awkwardly picked up the remote to flip on the cartoon channel, before running into a familiar problem. They still could not sit down. There was enough of a bond at just the top of their thighs that their legs would not cooperate. They finally had to lower themselves to a strange crouch and flop onto the couch.

"Oof!" grunted Lindsey. "That wasn't so bad."

"That's 'cause you were on top." groaned Beth. "I have no idea how we're gonna get up."

It was indeed a spectacle. After an hour or so of cartoons, they attempted to rise. It only took fifteen minutes of ungraceful flopping and shimmying to eventually get back to their feet. They finally had to roll off the couch to the floor and climb up that way, using the couch as a ramp.

"You're right." conceded Lindsey. "It does suck to be on the bottom."

"Right?" agreed Beth. "That was exhausting. Let's head upstairs and check on the Gimp before bed. I'm gonna have to use the bathroom too. Not looking forward to that."

"Ugh." said Lindsey. "No, me neither."

Ascending the steps was not fast or pretty, but they got it done. At the top, they met Lori, shuffling back from the bathroom herself. She greeted them with a raised eyebrow.

"No." said Beth in reply. "Didn't find it. We're all still stuck." She paused. "Say, In your secret toy chest, do you by any chance have... a vibrator?"

Lori's eyebrows rose a little higher. Her eyes got wide and she turned a little pink, but she nodded. Then with her restrained hands, she made a polishing motion.

"Yes." Beth rolled her eyes. "We'll clean it before *and after if we can borrow it. You didn't leave us in the best position for... stimulation."

Lori's expression was difficult to read. She could have been amused. Or embarrassed. Either way, she nodded and led the way back into her room. Their various restriction left none of them very graceful. Fortunately, Lori's particular predicament left her nearly helpless above her waist, the case was on the floor and she had no issue retrieving the device in question; a sizable magic wand-style vibrator.

"How did I miss that?" wondered Lindsey.

"We'll take good care of it." assured Beth.

They stopped at the upstairs bathroom, both to clean their acquisition and to relieve themselves before bed. One proved easier than the other as they still couldn't sit down. They... managed, though they decided to rinse off in the shower quickly when they'd finished.

"Lori didn't think the logistics through very well." grumbled Lindsey. "Let's not do that again."

"Unless she hid the remover in my bed," sighed Beth, " we'll have to do it again in the morning. But I have an idea that might make you feel a little better about our situation."

"I was hoping that's why you borrowed Lori's toy." sighed Lindsey. "But we're going to have to get it to the same place we can't reach, so I wasn't going to get my hopes up."

"Oh ye of little faith." grinned Beth. "Didn't you ever watch MacGuyver? We'll just have to improvise."

"You have my attention." replied Lindsey. "Impress me."

They shuffled sideways to Beth's room where she immediately got to work. And it didn't take long. Using a tennis racket, her desk chair, the belt from her robe, and some extra sweatpants, she quickly managed a basic lever. A lever with a large vibrator tied to it.

"Oh!" cried Lindsey after a moment. "I see! We pull on the belt and it comes up! You are a fucking genius!"

"Among other kinds. Necessity is the mother of invention. " grinned Beth. "Now we switch it on, shimmy sideways a step... and..."

"G-g-g-guh!" exclaimed Lindsey. "Sh-she muh-must have g-gone for the e-extra strength wuh-one."

Fortunately, they had one another to lean on as the monster sex toy did its work very efficiently. They couldn't immediately reach the device to turn it off, but Beth's design allowed for it to be lowered away freeing them from their self-imposed torment.

"Shall we.... go clean it up now?" panted Beth. "Or wait until morning?"

"Ugh." groaned Lindsey, wrapping her arms around Beth. "Give me a few minutes to make sure my legs still work. But we better do it then, so we can do that again in the morning."

It was more like ten minutes before they made the slow shuffle back to the bathroom. On the return trip, they stopped to wish Lori good night, before scuttling back to Beth's room. Climbing (falling) into bed and arranging themselves so they were both comfortable and sufficiently covered was an extended affair, but they did eventually manage. They bantered quietly for a while before eventually drifting off.

Considering their situation, sleep went surprisingly well, although once Beth woke up, it wasn't long before Lindsey did. The slightest movement was invariably transferred.

"Just as well." The blond yawned. "Gives us time to search. What time is it?"

"Quarter to seven." answered Beth. "I'd say we have a couple of hours, but we haven't tried getting out of bed yet."

Lindsey squirmed, reacquainting herself with how tightly they were stuck together. "Right? I'd be happy to spend the day in bed with you, but..."

"We'd need to stand up to get off." smirked Beth. "Let's get up, get some breakfast, and see about getting out of this."

"The three 'gets'." giggled Lindsey. "I can 'get' behind that."

After their experience with the couch the night before, they were better prepared to try to rise. Plus, the bed was a little higher up. After rotating their legs over the side, they were, with only a little difficulty, able to lever themselves upright using the footboard. After another awkward trip to the bathroom, they checked in on Lori. She was also up, and, with some difficulty, using her computer.

"Morning, Sunshine." greeted Beth.

"Mn." grunted Lori.

"How'd you sleep?" grinned Lindsey.

Lori gave a brief sigh before her eyes popped wide. She turned back to her computer and lifting her feet up so her hands could reach the mouse and keyboard, chose a window to start typing in. Soon enough, her message became clear. 'Slept good.' she typed. 'Bring me breakfast? Stairs might be a problem like this.'

"Yes, us too." snorted Beth. "We can make it, but carrying anything might be tough."

"Worst case scenario, you could go down on your butt." added Lindsey.

"You can't eat until we find the keys anyway. We'll bring you something if we get out of this." said Beth. "Since you're all talkative now, you could just tell us..."

Rather than type a response Lori seemed to chuckle into her gag and returned her attention to her previous window.

"Figured." sighed Beth. "All right. Let's go see what we can do."

The stairs went the same as the night before. Perhaps a little faster after their prior practice. They reached the bottom and made their way into the kitchen.

"No idea where to go next." admitted Beth.

"Orange juice then." grinned Lindsey. "Got any pop tarts?" She rotated them so she was facing the fridge.

"Maybe." replied Beth. "Same cupboard as the cereal. Fortunately high up. Grab the milk while you're in there."

"Sure thing, Babe." said Lindsey. "I had hoped we'd be eating breakfast naked this weekend, but this--" She swung the door open and scanned the interior, her eye immediately caught by an unusual object hanging from a bottle in the door. "Huh. You must be fucking kidding me."

"What?" inquired Beth, who not only was facing the wrong way but had her view blocked by Lindsey's craning head. "We out of orange juice?"

"No, it's in there." replied Lindsey. "But so was something else." She then pressed something cold to Beth's bare back.

"Guh-ye-ah!" squawked Beth. "What the hell was that for?!"

"That was for me finding this bottle of lemon juice with a bag of keys hanging from it." announced Lindsey, holding her prize up where Beth could see.

"A bottle of--" sputtered Beth. "You must be fucking kidding me."

"Stop copying me." giggled Lindsey.

"That can't be right." pressed Beth. "That'll just make us stickier. We're gonna be stuck like this forever!"

"No one else I'd rather be stuck with." said Lindsey. "Might as well give it a try." She steered her partner within reach of a dishcloth. Uncapping the juice, she splashed a little on the cloth, then lowered it to dab it on their hips where the bond caused the most difficulty.

"Damn it, Lori." Beth continued muttering to herself. "If we have to go to the hospital... Naked, because of a fucking joke..." By that point however she could feel a slight difference. She twisted her hip to feel the side Lindsey had dabbed peel away from her partner. "Well, Holy Shit. My sister gets to live another day. Lemon juice. You must..."

"Apparently not." giggled Lindsey. She continued up that side with the cloth, allowing them to twist further apart and letting that side's breasts literally spring free. "I guess we win, right?"

"Guess so." agreed Beth. "Assuming we have enough juice to get the job done."

"I'm being stingy." replied Lindsey. "And it's working just fine. It really is amazing. We're going to have to rinse off again, and probably wipe up the floor, but considering how tight we were stuck, it's dissolving right away."

"I would never have thought to look in the fridge." admitted Beth. "Though I suppose I should have considered the liquor cabinet..." She gave a final twist, fully peeling herself free from Lindsey. "Ugh. No offense. Babe, but it's nice to be able to move again. I loved being that close to you, but the option to not be is nice. Now, let's clean up and go visit my dear sister. I suppose we should bring the keys..." A devious grin crossed her face. "Well, a least one. What color was the lock on her gag?"

Lori turned at motion by her door, seeing a still naked Beth stroll in followed, entirely separately, by a similarly dressed Lindsey. The gag still made her expression hard to read, but her eyes looked happy (and slightly relieved). Though her eyebrows knit as she watched Beth approach with a single blue key. "Muhwah..." she gasped as the gag was pulled free. "You found it! Wild, right? That stuff is so strong, but fruit juice dissolves it? I could hardly believe it."

"Yeah, it was a trip." agreed Lindsey. "Where'd you get that stuff anyway?"

"My art professor, like I said." Lori replied. "She told us it was meant for construction, but the inventors had to shelve it once they figured out how easy it was to dissolve. I mean, spill the wrong kind of soda and the floorboards come loose. But it's super strong and super safe. Perfect for hands-on projects." She twisted in her restraints. "So, I can't help but notice, you only brought the one key..."

"Oh, don't worry." said Beth. "The others are safely tucked away." She had recovered the discarded clothing from the night before and was getting dressed. "We'll take good care of you. Though I do think Linds took some of the... logistical limitations of our predicament a little personally."

"Oh, I did." added Lindsey. "And we've been wondering how much of it was on purpose." She had wandered to Lori's desk and picked up the small bottle of 'lubricant' Lori had spread on them the previous evening."

"Uh, well, you know..." stammered Lori. "It just kind of... worked out that way. Beth, where are you going? You can't leave me here like..."

"I'm going to run out and get more lemon juice." replied Beth. "It'd be awkward if we ran out, considering what we're probably going to end up doing with it." She finished dressing and turned to the door. "And Linds will be here to... Well, I'm sure you'll be entertained. We'll make sure you're free before Sunday afternoon." With that, she walked out of the room.

Lori chuckled nervously as she watched her sister leave, and turned to see Lindsey uncapping the bottle of 'super strong, super safe' adhesive. She couldn't deny that this was almost a dream come true. She pulled again at her bonds as Lindsey advanced. She wasn't getting out of this. Until, hopefully, Sunday afternoon.