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Ashley's Concern

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Ashley watched as Kyla approached Payton and placed a hand on her shoulder.  The pink-clad girl’s back was to Ashley now, but she could see how nervous the girl was by the way she jumped at the light contact of Kyla’s hand, and the way her toes kept curling and uncurling behind her as she pulled nervously at the cuffs that entrapped her ankles.

“It’s been way too long since you’ve lost, Payton.”  Kyla grinned wickedly as she spoke, a hand moving to play with Ashley’s pigtails.  “You make such a cute little baby sucking on your binkie.”

“Stop stalling, Kyla.”  Lizzy stepped forward as Kyla played with Payton, the way her arms twitched around inside the straitjacket making her look much less confident than she sounded.  “It’s time for the final round.”

“Relax, Lizzie.”  Kyla chuckled, releasing Payton’s hair and moving to her bag again.  “I didn’t know you were such a glutton for punishment.”

“Ow!” Lizzie suddenly yelped in pain, and Ashley saw that the collar was still wrapped around the girl’s throat, and its little light glowed red for a moment.  “Stop it, Kyla!  Get this thing off me.”

“I’m sorry, Lizzie.”  Kyla chuckled as she retrieved four long tapered candles from inside her bag, two red and two white, as well as a lighter.  “I must have bumped the switch.”

“Sure you did.”  Lizzie glowered angrily as Kyla took one of her encased arms and drew her over to the bed.  “Now, take it off.”

“Make me.”  Kyla said simply as she turned to jump up onto the bed, sitting down in front of where Ashley and Samantha were bound together.  Ashley watched as Lizzie moved to sit next to her on the bed’s edge and Kyla placed the pair of red candles between the straitjacketed girl’s bare thighs as she pressed them together, towards the midpoint of them.  Kyla then lifted her little ruffled skirt slightly to place the white pair between her own fishnet-clad legs.

“I guess I’ll have to light yours.”  Kyla smiled at Lizzie.

“Thanks to you, yes.”  Lizzie pouted.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Lizzie.”  Kyla laughed as she lit the first candle between the other girl’s thighs.

“This jacket is cheating and you know it.”  Lizzie glared back as her second candle was lit.  “Hey, you should have done one of yours next!”

“Really?”  Kyla asked, the flame still hovering a couple inches above the wick of her first candle while Lizzie’s continued to burn.  “How come?”

Ashley saw the anger in Lizzie’s eyes as Kyla finally lit her own candles.  She watched in disbelief as the two girls sat as still as possible on the bed while hot wax began to pool at the tops of the tapers.  She pulled nervously at her own bonds again as she knelt close to Samantha.  How could these girls have ever come up with such a twisted game?  

“After I give you a good spanking, Lizzie, I have just the very best way to finish tying you up.”  Kyla mocked the other girl.

Lizzie didn’t respond, and Ashley could see that the girl’s eyes were focused intently on the candles between her legs.  As she watched, the first rivulet of wax dripped from its tip, and Lizzie took in a deep breath as it plunged downward.  She saw the girl take a deep breath of relief as it slowed to a solid halt before it reached the smooth flesh of her slender thighs.

“Hey!”  Lizzie whined, pouting, and Ashley could hear the concern in her voice as she spoke.  “Your candles are burning slower than mine.”

Ashley looked at the burning candles, and saw that the straitjacketed girl was right.  Even the fact that Lizzie’s had been lit first couldn’t explain why an inch had already burned down off the red candles while the white seemed barely to have begun to melt.

“Huh.”  Kyla grinned wickedly, chuckling.  “I guess mine must be defective or something.  I guess you should have brought your own candles, Lizzie.”

“But you said you’d buy them.”  Lizzie whimpered softly, and Ashley saw the girl’s body tense as more of the wax began to drip down the sides of the candle toward her thighs.  “You’re such a cheater.  But I’m not going to let you win.”

Lizzie cried out as the hot wax reached the pale flesh of her thigh.  Ashley could see the girl’s body trembling as she mewled softly as it hardened against her skin.  She heard Samantha whimpering softly and looked down to meet the girl’s eyes again.  They’d been tied together so long that she’d almost grown accustomed to having the girl’s face tied to her chest.

“Ow!  Damn it!”  Lizzie yelped as more of the wax reached her thighs, pooling against her flesh around the bases of the two candles.  “I’ll pay you back for this, Kyla.”

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?”  Kyla asked, the first tendril of wax beginning to drip down the side of her candle.

Ashley could see the strain on Lizzie’s face and in her body as she broke down into full-fledged tears.  The candles were halfway gone now, slowly growing pools of the hot wax resting on the girl’s thighs at their bases.  The girl pulled at the sleeves of the straitjacket as she rocked gently back and forth on her perch at the edge of the bed.

“Ow!”  Kyla cried out suddenly, grabbing the candles from between her thighs and yanking them free just after the first trickle of wax reached them.  “That is hot!”

“I win.”  Lizzie whimpered softly, turning her head to look at Kyla with wide, tear-filled eyes as the other girl rubbed the small spot of white wax off her own thigh.  “I win.  You gave up first.”

“Yes, you do.”  Kyla blew out her candles as she turned face the girl.  “So you get to tie me up.”

Ashley couldn’t believe how quickly Kyla had given up, after watching what Lizzie had managed to endure.  She watched Lizzie bend forward to blow out her own candles as she squirmed on the bed.  The bound babysitter breathed a sigh of relief through her nose at the thought that Kyla would not be the winner of the game.  Lizzie slipped carefully from the edge of the bed, whimpering softly as the candles and some of the wax fell away.  Ashley could see the angry red splotches of skin beneath the parts where the wax had fallen.

“Ok, go get the handcuffs from inside my bag.”  Lizzie spoke firmly, and Ashley could see the elation in the girl’s eyes through her tears.

Kyla walked to Lizzie’s bag, reaching inside to pull out two pair of handcuffs.  Dangling one from the index finger of each hand, she turned and walked back to where Lizzie stood.

“Now, I want you to put one on each ankle.”  Lizzie was smiling now.

“No.”   Kyla grinned.

“What?  You have to.  I won.”  Lizzie’s eyes narrowed.

“That’s not the rules, Lizzie, and you know it.”  Kyla chuckled.  “You get to tie me up.”

“But… but…”  Lizzie’s eyes widened, and Ashley saw her chin beginning to gently quiver.  “But I c-can’t… because…”

“And if I get out of however you tie me, then I get to tie you up, right?”  Kyla reached out to place a finger beneath Lizzie’s chin, lifting the girl’s face slightly to look into her eyes.”

"B-but... Kyla."  Lizzie's voice was barely a whisper now.  Ashley could see the bound girl pressing her thighs together as she stood before Kyla, the toes of her right foot crossing over the left as she fidgeted nervously on the cool floor.  "But I won, and... and it hurt.  It's not fair."

Ashley suddenly understood why Kyla had given up so easily.  Lizzie had been doomed to lose from the moment she’d been placed in the straitjacket, though the poor girl hadn’t known it.  Lizzie yanked her head away from Kyla’s touch, taking a couple steps back as she began to desperately pull at the canvas jacket.  Ashley watched her bend at the waist, her hair flying and toes curling against the floor as she strained against the restraint.

“You’re definitely not going to break out of that one, Lizzie-poo.”  Kyla chuckled.

“It’s not fair!  I quit!  I’m not playing this stupid game anymore because you’re a cheater!”  Lizzie cried out, panting, as her futile struggles against the straitjacket began to slow.

“You can’t quit.”  Kyla shook her head as she took a step closer to the trembling girl.

“Stay away from me.”  Lizzie hissed, eyes wide.  “If you don’t let me out of this jacket, I’ll scream!”

“And then what?”  Kyla asked, raising an eyebrow.

“And then someone will c-come.”  Lizzie answered, her voice cracking.  “And they’ll see what you did to us.  You’ll get in trouble.”

“I think the videocamera will tell a different story.”  Kyla grinned.  “We’ll all get in trouble.”

Lizzie opened her mouth to speak, but then just broke down into sobs as Kyla reached out to place a hand on her shoulder.  Lizzie’s body shook as Kyla drew her in close to wrap the arm around her.  Kyla reached up to lightly pet the crying girl’s hair.

“It’s just a game, Lizzie.”  Kyla spoke softly.  “And you know we’re allowed to do whatever we can to win.”

“I kn-know.”  Lizzie whimpered.  “But it’s not fair.  I never win.”

“You were close this time.”  Kyla answered as she led the girl across the room to the office chair that sat next to Ashley’s desk.  “Maybe next time.”

“I don’t wanna play n-next time.”  Lizzie whined as Kyla moved the chair out of the way and then pushed the girl closer to the desk.

As Lizzie stood facing the desk, Kyla squatted and drew each of the girl’s bare feet out toward the corners of the desk on the floor.  She ratcheted one of the handcuffs closed around the girl’s slender right ankle, and then wrapped its chain around the desk’s leg before closing the second cuff in place on the same ankle.  Ashley could see the girl’s legs trembling as Kyla repeated the process on the other ankle, forcing her to remain standing in front of the desk with her legs spread.

Kyla left Lizzie there, returning to her own bag to reach inside to search for more gear.  Ashley saw Lizzie twisting her body as she stood with her bare feet pulled out toward the corners of the desk, trying to see what Kyla was getting.  She tried to make eye contact with the straitjacketed girl, wishing that she could talk to her and tell her to just still cry out for help while she could.  How could any of them think that this would end without them getting in serious trouble?  Even if they were all at least somewhat willing, they’d kidnapped their babysitter!

“No, no, no” Lizzie shook her head, whining as she saw what Kyla was carrying.  

Kyla didn’t respond as she padded back to the tightly bound girl, carrying a heavy wooden paddle in one hand and a bundle of leather straps in the other.  Ashley watched Lizzie pull at the tight metal cuffs that held her ankles spread wide as Kyla placed the paddle down on the desk.  New, hot tears were streaming down Lizzie’s cheeks as Kyla began to wrap thin leather straps around her head.

“Please, Kyla, don’t.”  She whimpered softly between her sobs.  “You won, ok?  You won.”

Ashley screamed into her own gag, bucking on her knees on the bed and shaking her head as she watched Kyla lift a rubber bulb that was connected to the straps up to Lizzie’s lips.  Lizzie met Ashley’s eyes for only a moment before she turned away, blushing as she opened her mouth to take the rubber inside.  Ashley lowered her eyes, groaning as the panel on the other side of the bulb was drawn into place and buckled firmly over Lizzie’s mouth, her last hope silenced.

Lizzie cried out into the newly placed gag as Kyla abruptly bent her forward over the desktop.  Running a rope through a ring on the top of the girl’s head harness, Kyla dropped it behind the desk, and the ducked down to retrieve it.  Ashley heard Lizzie groan as the rope was connected to something beneath the desk, forcing her to remain bent over it, up on her toes with her legs spread wide.  Ashley looked around the room, seeing looks of concern in the eyes of each of the three girls who were now bound as she was.

Kyla straightened the little white apron that concealed only some of her front, and then picked up the paddle.  Lizzie tensed as she placed it on the girl’s upraised bottom, and began shaking her head.

“Spanking?  Paddling?”  Kyla chuckled.  “It’s all the same thing, right?”

Lizzie cried out, shaking her head slightly in her taut position, as Kyla lifted the paddle.  Just as the only free girl in the room was about to bring the paddle down, the doorbell rang.  Ashley’s heart leapt in her chest.  Who was it?  Was it someone who could help her?  She cried out desperately into her gag, trying to make enough noise to be heard by whoever was beyond the door.
And so the game rolls to a close, but not the story!

Tell me your thoughts about anything. How did the game work for you? Do you like how it played out? What was your favorite costume? Bondage?

Also, I don't think that I captured the part that I was really excited to write as well as I should have, so I might end up editing it. Any guesses on what moment that was?

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This honestly made me feel very uncomfortable. I can only imagine how the girls are feeling and I personally think that the candles were a step to far for the game.