story continues from part three
Chapter 4
Amber peeked out from behind the curtains into the darkness. The outbuildings of the rambling old house that belonged to Jade and Jasmine’s parents were well lit with security lights, but further afield, along the quarter of a mile long driveway that led from the road to the isolated cluster of buildings, the blackness was absolute. Amber checked her watch. The digital display, dazzling in the otherwise unlit room, informed her that it was almost 7pm. Any minute now, the tall blonde woman thought smugly to herself, the prey would show itself. And from that point on, Amber felt certain, there would be no escape for the unsuspecting victim of her subterfuge.
Right on cue, Amber spotted what at first seemed to be a mere pinprick of light somewhere close to the road. But as she watched, the slightly bobbing beam increased in size, as the carrier of the torch slowly made their way up the pot-holed track in the gloom. It had to be Lauren, for who else would come calling unexpectedly at this time of night? And a minute or two later, her expectations were confirmed, as the unmistakable figure of the slim, attractive twenty year old gradually emerged from the darkness onto the courtyard that fronted the house. For a minute or more, the figure stopped and looked around at the old manor, and for a few seconds she seemed to stare directly at the unlit window behind which the surreptitious watcher hid. Instinctively, Amber let the curtain drop back into place. Had she been spotted? Waiting several seconds, she again pulled the drapes back a fraction of an inch, half expecting to see the woman hightailing it back the way she’d just come. But the pretty brunette was still there, now walking slowly up to the front door. Amber breathed a sigh of relief. Her target, it seemed, was still blissfully oblivious to the trap she was walking into.
Now under the illumination of the porch light, Amber could see Lauren’s attire in detail. Most of her was covered in a black leather coat, which reached down to her knees, but from the tightly fitting material that adorned her calves, which shimmered slightly in the light, it was obvious that her legs were encased in spandex. And if her lower legs were thus attired, then Amber was fairly certain that the rest of her, from her knees up to her neck, would be similarly clad. Amber smiled to herself. Why would Lauren turn up in her favoured bondage outfit if she had no intention of letting her hosts tie her up?
As Lauren disappeared from view below, the doorbell sounded from somewhere beneath Amber’s feet, and seconds later, the faint sound of voices told her that Jasmine had answered the door and was greeting her guest. Amber turned the light on in the room and lay down on the bed. There was nothing else she could do for a while now, as for the next half an hour or so she was relying on her cousin to set the trap that they had laid for the innocent young woman, who was as good as their prisoner already. Amber closed her eyes and tried to rest. But the enormity of the project that they’d set themselves meant that she was never going to be able to relax. Instead, she found herself occupied with the events of earlier that day, and the instructions that she’d given Jasmine to ensure that their scheme all went like clockwork.
****
The contrast in the weather, compared with the wet, dull greyness of the day before, was stark. After an early frost, Monday turned out to be a beautiful, sunny winter’s day, albeit a bitterly cold one. However, Amber and Jasmine, as they drove through the Suffolk countryside towards the old prison, failed to notice the sun drenched heaths and woodlands, dotted with picturesque villages and thatched ‘Suffolk Pink’ cottages. For they had other, weightier concerns on their minds than the landscape and its seasonal variations.
But it wasn’t the immediate task in hand - namely of going back to check on their captive, Jade - that was the main source of debate as they sped along the winding country roads towards their destination. Instead, their conversation dwelt on what was going to happen later in the day. Or more precisely, exactly what they were going to do with Lauren once they had her in their clutches. With Jasmine driving, Amber was doing most of the talking; explaining to her cousin just how she envisioned events turning out this evening. It seemed that she had thought everything through with meticulous precision, and had several backup plans should any one aspect of the abduction scenario fail to bring about the hoped for result.
“So the first thing you need to do Jasmine, is make her feel at ease in your presence. But at the same time, you need to stress the danger she’s in if Hazel gets hold of her. Then, once she’s fully aware of the potential peril that confronts her, ensure you make it clear that there’s safety in numbers, and that she really would be better off under our – sorry, your – protection. Make it clear that Hazel has contacts in the underworld, and that they would have no trouble in tracing where she and Steve live. Keep reiterating the central point that she needs to go to ground for a few days, and the best place to do that is in the seclusion of your home.”
They had stopped at a busy junction momentarily now, and Jasmine took this lull in their progress to look across at Amber. For a split second, a shiver of fear shot through her, as she remembered that only two days ago, the notion of being within a hundred yards of her loathsome relative would have immediately put her in defensive mode. Yet here the two of them were, cooped up in a car, sitting side by side, hatching plans that would see not only her former friend Lauren, but also her twin sister Jade, being held in unbreakable bondage for several days. And, metaphorically speaking at any rate, it would be Amber that was in the driving seat. But Jasmine thought she’d detected a flaw in Amber’s thinking. And as the car began to move off again, she confronted her cousin with this concern.
“But what if she decides that she’d be safer staying with Steve?”
Amber rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.
“Do I have to spell everything out for you Jasmine?”
She didn’t wait for an answer to this clearly rhetorical question.
“Well, for example, as a way of enticing her to stay, it might be a good idea to subtly bring in the idea that she’d enjoy being tied up for a while.”
Jasmine furrowed her brow. There was a hint of incredulity in her voice as she momentarily took her eyes off the road ahead and glanced across at Amber.
“Do you really think it will be that easy?”
Amber caught her eye briefly and smiled.
“Of course. After all, from my limited experience of Lauren, you only have to show her a piece of rope or a set of handcuffs, and she’ll almost have an orgasm there and then.”
For a minute or more, silence prevailed in the car, save for the dull drone of the engine as the winding lanes of Suffolk were negotiated. Amber was right, of course, as Jasmine knew only too well. But in a situation like this, where bridges were only just beginning to be rebuilt between the two of them, would Lauren succumb quite so easily? Amber, was way ahead of her on this however, and was keen to outline her contingency plans, should this opening gambit not yield the desired effect.
“But should she prove to be wary or unsure of the rush to get her all tied up, then a drink spiked with a couple of these little beauties should render her unconscious for long enough to get her bonds all sorted out and have her ready for transportation to her prison cell...”
Amber had retrieved a small bottle from her coat pocket and was holding it out for Jasmine to see. Jasmine glanced briefly at the small brown plastic container with tiny white pills visible within, but was unable to read the label, as her attention was necessarily focused on the road ahead. After a few seconds, Amber withdrew the bottle and continued with her narrative.
“...Ok, I know what you’re going to say Jasmine. What if she declines a drink? Well the answer to that question is very simple. You lure her out into the hallway and I’ll be waiting with a chloroform soaked rag. She won’t be expecting that, and she’ll be out of it within seconds.”
Amber laughed harshly, which sent a cold shiver down Jasmine’s spine.
“...And, of course, if that fails, then I guess we’ll just have to overpower her with brute force. Two against one should tip the odds in our favour, wouldn’t you think Jasmine?”
Jasmine failed to answer this question, but bit her lip anxiously as she guided the car off the tarmac and onto the short slip-road that led to the disused prison. As the car slowed, Amber sprung from the still slightly moving vehicle, and was soon releasing the padlocks that held the gates shut. With these hindrances removed, she quickly pushed the heavy metal railings back and beckoned Jasmine to bring the car into the compound. For some reason, Jasmine had the sudden urge to flee; to turn the car around and get as far away from her devious cousin as she could. But part of her knew that she really wanted to go through with this scheme, not only to get back at Hazel for nearly selling her into slavery and Lauren for not coming to their aid earlier, but also because she needed the money which Amber had promised would be forthcoming if they pulled this stunt off. And besides, what would Amber do to Jade if she ran out on her now? Although Jade had turned traitor on them yesterday, she was still her sister after all.
****
The walk through the freezing cold corridors was made in silence, except for the echoing sound of the pair’s footsteps that rang around the high ceilings of the deserted jail. Reaching the cell in which they’d yesterday left the vacuum packed Jade, Amber found the appropriate key from her bunch and pulled open the heavy metal door.
As Jasmine saw the crumbled heap on the floor that she knew to be her sister, laying silent and unmoving in the less than adequately lit chamber, for a second her heart skipped a beat, as the notion that Jade might have expired during the night due to exposure briefly ran through her head. She needn’t have worried however, for as Amber crouched down and touched the motionless package on the thigh, this elicited not only a barely audible ‘mmph’ sound from the mouth area of the female shaped pouch, but also caused a slight stirring in the until now lifeless form.
“Well Jade, it looks like my vacuum packaging kit works a treat. How does it feel in there?”
It was a rhetorical question, of course, and Amber immediately turned her head towards the parcelled woman’s sister.
“See Jasmine, she‘s still as tightly sealed as when we left her yesterday. And the air tight sheath has ensured that she’s been well insulated against the cold. In fact, I imagine it got a bit hot in there, especially if she started struggling and trying to escape.”
She turned back and addressed Jade once more.
“You’re all nice and cosy in there, aren’t you? I bet you wish you could be left here to hibernate until spring. Well unfortunately, I’m going to need this sheath for another purpose soon, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to release you from your snug little cocoon now. I’d like to thank you for being my “guinea pig” for this little contraption, however.”
Amber’s hand fumbled with the valve situated in the region of Jade’s abdomen, which yesterday had been the conduit through which the air had been removed. Manipulating this in some way, a hissing sound corresponded with Jade suddenly feeling the ultra-tight nature of her covering begin to ease, and within seconds a layer of cool air seemed to be surging around her, taking up the area vacated by the now inflating outfit. As the taut constriction gradually reduced, Amber pulled the tiny breathing tubes from Jade’s nostrils, and quickly unsealed the fastener at the top of her head, to allow more air to circulate around the now less cramped woman’s face.
At this newly found semi-freedom, Jade began wriggling and squirming in her less compact state. But the faint clink of the metal at her back, plus the fact that her legs still refused to part, reminded her that she was handcuffed and roped with the more conventional bonds which had been redundant for the past twenty four hours, yet now once more came into play in ensuring that she remained in a state of strict captivity.
With the sheath no longer hugging the contours of its inmate’s body and limbs, Amber, aided by Jasmine, soon removed the PVC cul-de-sac and hoisted the wide-eyed and dishevelled female to her feet. From the bag she carried, Amber produced a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Jasmine.
“Let your sister have a drink, then gag her again. I’m going to get her next place of confinement ready for her.”
Amber left the room, her footsteps slowly fading into the distance. Gingerly, Jasmine peeled the tape from her twin’s face, gripped the rolled up tights with her thumb and forefinger, and slowly pulled the saliva sodden wedge from her sibling’s mouth. Jade gulped down the offered water gratefully, taking lungfuls of air in between drafts of the cool liquid which helped to ease the burning rawness in her throat. Once her thirst was slaked, however, she immediately set about trying to warn Jasmine of the error of her ways, and the grave danger that she perceived her sister - indeed, both of them - to be in.
“Jas, you can’t trust her. Can’t you see she’s being devious and using you? Before you know it she’ll have double crossed you and have you all tied up as well. What’s Amber ever done that didn’t benefit her and her alone? Please let me out of this and we can get away from her for good. You’ve got to see that she’s....”
But if Jasmine was even listening to what her croaky-voiced sister had to say, it seemed that Amber had well and truly got to her - brainwashed was the word that sprang into Jade’s mind – and no amount of reasoning or rationalising the situation was ever going to remedy the evil that their cousin had planted in her head. And in mid sentence, Jade discovered that Jasmine had heard enough, and was determined that she uttered not another word that could be understood with any clarity.
The tights still retained the warmth from their previous sojourn in Jade’s mouth, such was the short span of time since they’d been removed.
“You know what Jade, I’m fed up listening to you whine and complain. If you can’t see the logic of Amber’s scheme, we’re going to have to keep you out of the way until this whole thing is over and done with. Amber’s being genuine this time, I just know it.”
Despite an outburst of head shaking from the now speech-stifled woman - the dual purpose of which was to remonstrate and tell Jasmine she was wrong, as well as a forlorn effort to hinder the re-taping of her face - within seconds the skin bonding strips had created a familiar sensation on Jade’s lips, cheeks and chin. Just as Jasmine was detaching the tape from the spool and smoothing down the end, right on cue, Amber sauntered back into the cell.
“Everything’s ready for your next incarceration Jade, so we might as well get you all settled in. I’m sure you’re fed up with us hanging around and spoiling your quality bondage time. Don’t worry though, we’ll soon be gone, and you can look forward to another uninterrupted period of isolation in which to enjoy yourself.”
Amber smiled her most devilish, sarcastic smile as she uttered this taunt, and Jade found herself jerking her whole body violently and pulling on her restraints; not that she had any chance of success, but simply because this was the only form of protest available to her at present. Amber turned to Jasmine.
“You see how volatile your sister is? If we allowed her to go free, she’d be spilling the beans to Lauren within minutes, and all our plans would be scuppered. Either that, or she’d be contacting the police and telling them about our plot to extort money from her boyfriend. It just goes to show that we’ve made the right decision in keeping her locked up. Now let’s get her all secure again, so we can get on with preparing for Lauren’s little adventure.”
Dragging the unwilling captive across the floor, the unlikely alliance of Jasmine and Amber helped their reluctant guest to hop out of the cell she had spent the night in, down the corridor and into another cell of almost identical size and dreariness. The one major difference from the room just departed, was that in what was to become Jade’s new quarters for the foreseeable future, a stout metal box lay in the centre of the floor. Roughly six feet in length, but only around eighteen inches broad and no more than a foot high, the steel contraption reminded Jade of a coffin the moment she clapped eyes on it. The lid, of the same gleaming silvery steel as the base, stood propped up against one wall, allowing Jade ample opportunity to inspect the structure of this chamber, which was clearly to be used to imprison her. With walls approximately half an inch thick, it was obvious that getting out, once entombed inside, would be no easy feat, especially as the rim was peppered with small holes at regular intervals around the perimeter, which were clearly designed to receive bolts or screws which would evidently hold the lid shut.
As Amber and Jasmine edged their bound and handcuffed captive towards this uninviting sarcophagus, Jade baulked and tried to dig her heels into the concrete floor, screaming as she did so that there was no way they would ever get her into this claustrophobic box. But, of course, two freely moving woman versus one whose limbs were of no use to her right now was never going to swing the odds in favour of the latter, and within seconds Jade found herself laid out flat within the confining walls of this unorthodox container. So transfixed had Jade been with the structure of her new resting place, that the trappings of the interior had failed to register with her up until now. Having been forcibly inserted into the metal trunk, however, she found that the base and sides were padded with a thick layer of foam rubber that she sank into, and which, once she’d come to rest, seemed to constrict around her and cling to the contours of her body and limbs.
Immediately, Jade tried to extricate herself from her newly acquired resting place, by attempting to sit up and propel herself over the metal walls that surrounded her. For several seconds she had been left to her own devices now, as her sister and cousin attended to something away to her left which she paid little attention to, such was her single-minded desire to get out of this fearful device as quickly as she could. But the more she lurched and pushed her body upwards, the more the soft, insulating packaging seemed to hold her back. And now, as she gazed upwards, the reason for Amber and Jasmine’s moment of distraction became clear. Jade screamed as loudly as she could into her gag, as she watched the heavy metal lid, one end of which was being held by each of her tormentors, moving closer to her by the second.
“I’d stay as low as possible if I were you Jade, or you’re liable to sustain some serious injuries.”
This was the only warning the helpless woman received, and no more than two seconds later the slab of steel came crashing down on top of her; the sound resonating around the now pitch black box for what seemed like an eternity. Luckily, she’d managed to heed Amber’s advice just in time, and apart from her right shoulder taking a knock, she escaped without being hurt. Also in her favour was the fact that, apart from a small section that now rested directly above her face, the lid, like its lower counterpart, was lined with a thick layer of foam padding which cushioned the blow somewhat.
As the echo of the crashing lid finally faded, another sound took its place, this time a sort of squeaking, whining noise from just above her head, and Jade realised that this was the sound of the bolts being inserted and tightened, so that lid and base would remain locked together as one. And in case she was in any doubt as to whether she had read the situation correctly, when Jade took the opportunity to push upwards with her legs and body, the failure of her mission to muscle her way out, left her in no doubt as to the reality of this undesirable state of affairs.
Jade bucked and writhed in her compact crate, but her bonds, coupled with the densely packed foam, meant that she could hardly move more than an inch in any direction. But how was she to breathe? The prospect that this was an air-tight zone momentarily freaked her out, and her cries for deliverance from certain death reached a crescendo within seconds. But the fact that she wasn’t fighting for breath soon became apparent to her, and now that her eyes had become accustomed to the gloom, a dim light was evident just above her, which brought home the welcome news that several holes had been bored through the metal in the immediate vicinity of her face, albeit only very small pinpricks. But these would be enough to sustain the necessary flow of oxygen.
When her hysteria died down to a certain extent, the voice of Amber once again resounded around her sealed steel cylinder; the padding producing a muffling effect that made the speaker sound farther away from she actually was.
“There you go Jade. All nice and comfortable again I hope. Thank you for being the test subject for another of my new devices. I know how cold it gets in here at night, so the insulating material that’s packed around you should keep your body temperature up and stop you dying from exposure. This coffin will be used to keep Hazel all safe and secure in once we detain her, so I’ll be interested to hear your views on the whole experience beforehand. For now though, Jasmine and I have got to go and get ready for the arrival of Lauren this evening. I do so hope that you don’t overheat in there. My advice to you would be to stay calm and not struggle too much. But however you choose to pass the time, I genuinely hope you enjoy yourself. Bondage is your greatest passion, after all, so I’m sure you’ll grow to love this little stint of incarceration. Goodbye Jade, see you tomorrow.”
A slamming of the heavy metal door, the turning of a key, and the click-clack of two sets of heels slowly fading into the distance, proved to be the last human contact Jade would encounter for many a long hour.
****
Lauren crossed the threshold of the scene of her greatest triumph/worst nightmare with some trepidation, yet also a strange sense of anticipation. Everything about the house looked almost exactly the same as it had when she’d first innocently consented to being bound in Jasmine and Jade’s “Escape Challenge” last spring. And on that occasion, things had started off well – wonderfully, in fact – yet had soon degenerated into a fight which she assumed at the time was for her very life. That, she had already decided, wasn’t going to be the case this time. But how could she resist the call of the ropes if the twins offered them to her?
The ice, in her self-bondage game at home, had finally decided to release the key to the handcuffs just before four o’clock this afternoon – slightly later, by an hour or two, than she’d calculated it would. But even though she’d been in her natural element for longer than she’d anticipated, and had been quite content with this turn of events, the whole thing had still culminated with a sense of anticlimax. For she still had been able to get free, and that was not what she craved at all. For her to fully appreciate the situation, Lauren had to be tied to the limits with no escape being available to her...ever. In other words, the key to her freedom had to be in the hands of someone else, who could let her go if they felt like it... or otherwise not. Lauren realised that with a strategy such as this she was walking a landscape dotted with dangerous pitfalls and unforeseen traps, but she simply couldn’t help herself. And with Steve away, the only way she could think of to indulge her craving for inescapable bondage was with her old friends Jasmine and Jade.
It became obvious as soon as she entered the house, however, that one half of this identical double-act was missing from the scene. Although she had already guessed the reason for Jade’s absence - due to some bondage commitment, most probably in a secluded corner of the cellar or attic - Lauren still found herself asking the obvious question.
“Where’s Jade?”
Jasmine’s immediately forthcoming answer was both cryptic yet clear.
“Oh she’s indisposed just at the moment. But don’t worry, you’ll be seeing her later, I can assure you of that.”
Jasmine, it occurred to Lauren, seemed slightly nervous; a little on edge, in fact, as if she wasn’t quite sure of how to react now that the two old friends had been reunited. Lauren put this down simply to the fact that they hadn’t seen each other for some time, and due to the less than cordial way that their previous encounter had ended.
“Anyway, come into the parlour and make yourself comfortable. There are a few things that I urgently need to discuss with you Lauren, the most pressing being that Hazel is on the loose. She’ll be out for revenge, I’m sure, and I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes if she catches up with you.”
Lauren followed Jasmine down the cluttered hallway and into the living room, with its roaring fire in the hearth. As she entered, however, her eyes were immediately drawn to a wooden box, approximately two feet square, standing in the middle of the room. The lid of the box was open, and inside Lauren caught a glimpse of the contents. And the sight sent a series of minor convulsions rushing through her entire being, and for a second or two her legs turned to jelly and she found herself putting her left hand out and grabbing hold of a nearby table, for fear that she might collapse. But was this reaction due to fear or excitement? Possibly a bit of both? She wasn’t entirely certain. But as she reached the sofa and sat down, she knew that the ropes, duct tape and other bondage materials that seemed to gaze up enticingly at her from their container, had been laid out so conspicuously for her benefit. And furthermore, even more importantly, she knew immediately that she was ready and willing to succumb to their tempting allure and wholeheartedly immerse herself in their beguiling coils, loops and twists, locks, knots and cinches.
Jasmine glanced at her friend and smiled knowingly. It was clear to Lauren that she had planned this all out in advance. But was it a trap? The notion that she could be getting herself into something that she’d later regret, briefly crossed her mind. But the thought of what those bonds could do for her, once she was wrapped up tightly within their appealing folds, was too strong an incentive to in any way be counterbalanced by the need for caution.
“So Lauren, let’s not beat about the bush here. There’s a danger that Hazel could, possibly, be out looking for you at this very moment, and we think that it might be a good idea for you to go into hiding here for a few days, just until the police recapture her.”
Normally, Lauren felt that she could easily have countered this argument by reasoning that she would be just as safe at home under Steve’s protection. But as he was away at the moment – a fact presumably unknown to Jasmine – she could concede that maybe her friend might have a point. And on top of that, of course, was the knowledge that by agreeing to stay here, she would almost certainly be spending the vast majority of the time in tight bondage. And it was this that became the deciding factor in her decision to agree almost immediately with Jasmine’s proposal. And as if in confirmation of her thought processes, Jasmine’s next utterance simply backed up her suspicions.
“But of course we both know that’s not the only reason you’ve turned up here tonight. You’re really here because you love the thought of being kept bound and helpless. I’m guessing Steve must be out for the night, or something like that...”
Instantly Jasmine stopped and gasped, as if a terrible thought had suddenly hit her.
“...You haven’t split from him, have you?”
Lauren smiled and assured Jasmine that she and Steve were very much still together.
“No, he’s had to go away on business until Wednesday. That’s why I’m free tonight. If he was around I wouldn’t have been able to make it.”
As soon as she’d uttered these words, Lauren realised that she’d probably said more than she should. For if this really was a trap - and the thought that it might be wouldn’t entirely go away - then she’d given away the knowledge that she wouldn’t be missed for a day or two. The inclination briefly crossed her mind to instantly flee this house and get as far away as possible as soon as she could. But another glance at the array of ropes and bondage material in the box soon calmed her nerves and whetted her appetite for the delights she was sure were soon to come. Jasmine was one of her oldest friends, after all, and whatever had happened in the past, she was sure that any ill will that might once have been borne between them, was now well and truly in the past. And besides, Jasmine’s friendly demeanour put her at ease.
“Ok Lauren, how do you want to be tied? The decision is entirely up to you. Any particular mode of bondage that you’re dying to try, just say and I’ll do my best to accommodate you.”
Lauren thought for a second or two, but soon had the answer. It was one of the first methods that the twins had ever put her in, and she never tired of the warm sensation that this method of being rendered helpless always produced.
“What I’d really like is to be taped up then cocooned in tights, possibly even multi-layered tights. But as long as I can’t get out of whatever you put me in, I really don’t mind.”
Jasmine smiled again.
“I guessed you might say something like that.”
She bent down and began rummaging through the box.
“Ok, let’s see what we can do for you.”
While Lauren slipped her coat and shoes off, Jasmine was busy locating the items she needed for the first part of the binding process. So by the time that the would-be victim was standing barefoot on the carpeted floor save for the mesh of her tights, dressed from the neck downwards in an ultra-clinging black spandex cat-suit, Jasmine was standing before her, a large reel of elephant-grey duct tape in one hand, and several pairs of gossamer thin, taupe coloured tights draped over the other arm. Without being cajoled in any way, Lauren turned and placed her hands behind her back, palm to palm.
The sudden ripping sound of tape being prised from its spool, was quickly followed by the application of the instantly bonding material directly onto Lauren’s skin in the area of her wrists just below the cuffs of her closely fitting outfit. Round and round the tape circled, five, or maybe even six times, before Jasmine deftly tore the tape with her thumbnail and immediately set about ensuring that the adhering strips were pressed down securely. Although in no rush to get away, Lauren experimented with her new found restraints the moment that Jasmine’s hands released their grip on her own; finding, to her great joy, that no amount of pulling or wrenching was ever likely to have the undesired effect of letting her part her arms from one another. As she was doing this, however, Jasmine was already planning her next move. Pushing Lauren gently down so that she was seated on the sofa, and pulling her legs together alongside each other, she began the taping process around Lauren’s spandex covered ankles, before moving up to her knees and thighs. With Lauren’s limbs out of action, a pre-prepared, rolled up pair of tights was produced – the twins’ favoured silencing method – which was swiftly and without fuss inserted into the willing participant’s mouth. Several circuits of tape soon wended their way around Lauren’s head to seal this effective noise restrictor in place.
Then it was time for the tights to play their part in totally obscuring the compliant young woman within their silky soft embrace. To start with, one leg was eased over Lauren’s taped feet and worked slowly over her ankles, calves, knees and thighs, before finally being pulled up over her hips to her waist; the spare leg being wound around her body and the ends tucked into the waistband of her newly acquired body sheath. With this primary encasing layer of tights in position on her lower half, a counterpart was needed for her upper regions, and this was provided by another pair of similar denier and hue. As with the initial pair, one leg of this next item of hosiery was slipped over Lauren’s bound limbs, only on this occasion it was her hands and arms that bore the brunt of this affront to her freedom. Being slim and supple, Lauren’s elbows were almost capable of touching one another behind her back, and Jasmine used this flexibility to slip the stretch material easily up to her victim’s shoulders. Unlike those on her lower limbs, however, the second leg of this pair wasn’t surplus to requirements, but was instead manipulated over Lauren’s head, then pulled down to her neck, over her shoulders and onwards past her spandex covered breasts. Now stretched to the very limits of its endurance, the snugly fitting makeshift sheath met up with the first pair of tights at her waist, meaning that Lauren was encased one hundred percent in a fluidly moving yet strictly insulating protective shell, from which it would have been almost impossible to break free, even without the tape bondage beneath.
But as was the way of things where the twins were concerned, a few circuits of duct tape and one measly layer of mummification simply wasn’t their forte. As Lauren knew from experience, both good and bad, Jasmine was never going to stop there. Through the slightly blurring gauze that covered her eyes, Lauren watched as Jasmine picked up the reel of tape once more and began an almost carbon-copy repeat of her actions from only moments earlier. The tape that Jasmine stuck and smoothed down around Lauren’s wrists, ankles, knees and thighs, mirrored almost exactly the positioning of the still visible bindings beneath, and served to make the severely encumbered internee feel even more restricted in her movements. And this time, just for good measure, Jasmine decided that Lauren’s elbows were still too uninhibited in their movements for her liking, and rectified this situation by winding several circuits of the grey sealant around this area of her anatomy, with the final two or three passes also encompassing her torso, thus welding Lauren’s arms to her back in the process.
But it wasn’t just the taping procedure that was subject to a repeat performance. For as soon as the second securing adhesive strips had been wrapped around Lauren’s limbs to Jasmine’s satisfaction, the now severely restrained young female found herself being encased in yet more layers of delicate yet robust hosiery, which both served to heighten the feeling of encasement and blur her vision still further, so that she now viewed the world – or at least the twins’ living room – as if through a snowstorm.
But even now, although the images seemed fuzzy and indistinct, it was clear to Lauren that the whole process was just about to start again, and the sound of the tape being stripped from the spool only served to confirm what her hampered vision had already told her.
Thrice more the whole taping procedure ran its course, with two more interleaving layers of tights in between. The upshot being, once Jasmine finally decided to bring a halt to her endeavours, that Lauren was now cosseted in four layers of ethereal nylon film, through which she could breath, but do very little else. Even the images about her, including that of her rigger, were now almost beyond recognition... although not quite.
For a minute or two, Lauren strove to test the capabilities still open to her. To her utter delight, she discovered that there was no way in the world she would ever be getting free on her own. As she thrust and wriggled in her own little wrapped up world, she was vaguely aware of Jasmine moving around the room, although what she was doing, Lauren paid very little attention to; too engrossed in her own situation to either know or care what was going on outside her pliable yet unbreakable shell.
What brought her out of this state of indifference was the sudden sound of the door to the living room creaking open. Lauren’s first thought was that Jade must have now joined them, although up to now she’d imagined that Jasmine’s identical twin must have been bound and helpless herself somewhere within this rambling old building. Had she escaped and come to see what was going on with their guest? Lauren peered out through the layers of mesh that hindered her vision, trying to make out the scene before her through the network of fibres that masked her face. But it became obvious very quickly that the newcomer wasn’t Jade.
Even with her less than perfect sight, the fact that the new arrival looked nothing like a replica of the familiar outline and shape of Jasmine, left her in very little doubt as to the identity of this interloper. Lauren screamed involuntarily into her gag, and tried her best to slither away from the advancing shape of the female who, she had been assured, would never be troubling her again. Even through the murky twilight cast by her makeshift hood, it was clear that the woman was taller than Jasmine, with a fountain of long, blonde hair that cascaded down over the shoulders of her all black outfit. A smudge of deep red lipstick seemed to glisten in the area of her mouth. But if the image was in less than high definition, the assured yet sarcastic voice, as the woman bent down close to where Lauren squirmed in her helplessness, was crystal clear and all too familiar to her.
“Good evening Lauren! So glad you could join us. How absolutely wonderful to see you again.”
Story continued in part five
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