Amy finds some provoking puzzles

"Translator, please" called out Sarah. Together the group had learned that the device Amy had found acted as one. It worked much like a QR reader but on the blocky segments that were supposed to be an alien alphabet. The group had decided that since Amy had found it she would be the one to use it.

"No!" snapped Crystal, "I'm next in line to use her, you can have a turn with her after." She gently tugged at the chain hanging down Amy's back redirecting the young woman.

Amy blushed a little while following the blonde whose turn was indeed next. Her friends' demands could be a little demeaning, but she kinda liked it, strange as it was. It was nice to be this needed and to know her discovery was in so important, but there was another comfort hidden in the simplicity. She had a clear role in solving this puzzle and she was doing a bang up job at it.

There was still a challenge, of course, especially with her chains on. She had to twist her body just right to get the scanner in front of her and close to the alien symbol. This accentuated position inadvertantly caused the curvy student to present her nearly naked breasts to Crystal. Who was looking over her co-puzzler's left shoulder. The socialite had to practically look down Amy's bra to see the scanner for several seconds before Amy realized her accidental display and sheepishly twisted the other way.

"Red becomes twenty?" read Crystal aloud. "Do you, like, think that's for a code?" She shifted to Amy's right shoulder to get a better look. "Or could, like, Red be someone's name that just turned twenty?"

"Um, the first, I think," offered Amy as she awkwardly tried to keep her gifted cleavage from taking up the entirety of the blonde's view again. "But I guess you never know with these puzzles."

"Hey! You guys said I could keep her until I finished decoding this," huffed Toni from across the room. Beside her was a multi-tiered, coat-rack-looking whosawhatsit that she and Kat had caused to rise out of the floor. Metal squares with bits of the pretend alien writing dangled from each of the articulated arms like some sort of a arcane mobile.

"But you said you were done," squeaked Amy defensively.

"I was done the first part."

"Oh sorry," Amy murmured before sheepishly shuffling back to her abandoned friend. Her ankle chins clattered dully over the fake rock and metal plates that dotted it like stepping stones.

"Naughty girl," joked Toni before playfully patting Amy on her barely-clad behind. "I know how to keep you from wandering off." Before Amy could protest, her roommate crouched at her feet and clipped her ankle chain to the handle of the hatch that had previously concealed the thingamagic that Toni was working on.

"That'll do it," admitted Amy with a nervous twinge.

"I'm gonna have to try this next time it's your turn to do dishes."

"I'll have you know letting plates soak for two days is a necessary step."

"You're a gem," laughed Toni. "Well now that I've kidnapped you. You'll have to do my bidding." She routed around in the tree of alien symbols and presented one to Amy. "Translate this, please."

"Yes m'lady," affirmed Amy enthusiastically, the last syllable quivering into a giggle.

"That's queen to you, ****!" Toni quipped back, her stern tone subverted by the wry smile that followed.

Amy smiled too. A bit of pretend was fun, and why wouldn't it be? She'd payed big bucks (well she hadn't, but bucks were payed) to pretend to escape from an asteroid mine. Goofing around with some more make believe just seemed natural. But there was something else inside her, a tingling warmth too weak to identify. She chewed her lip nervously.

Toni flipped sporadically through the little alien cue-cards ordering them into some sort of story. She frequently asked her roommate to translate something, which the bound student was happy to do, but Amy often caught her other friends glancing over to her. "Um, Toni?"

"That's Queen Toni," her friend responded nonchalant without looking up from her work.

"Um, Queen Toni, everyone keeps looking at me. They're probably getting a little antsy waiting for me. Do you think I could help them for a second? I'll pop right back."

Toni answered with a laugh. "I'm not gonna just let my best jewel wander off." She gently booped Amy's nose. "Besides they're probably just staring because of how swag you look. That ankle chain has got your legs pinned together like a princess. Why don't you wet their appetites with a few more poses?"

Amy sucked her lip as she nervously considered her options. For reasons she didn't quite know posing for her friends seemed appealing. As suggested, she started regally, crossing her shackled legs for a lady-like and **** pose while straightening her back and raising her chin to add an elegant dignity. But that particular stance was kind of boring. The bound coed tugged on her chain for inspiration. She turned slightly and raised a leg, showing her inner thigh like she was a bikini model on the front of a magazine. Of course, Amy realized with a blush, she wasn't even in a bikini, just her skimpy underwear.

Despite this, Amy couldn't help herself. The intrigued grins from her audience likely contributed to her boldness. She returned there stare while arching her back to present her breasts and alluringly tugged on her chain with her cuffed hands. Then she let her face relax into a longing gaze, her eyes and lips partially open.

Kat clapped at the sight, prompting the impromptu model to try a different pose. Amy kept her longing stare and slid to her knees with a moan that surprised her. Crystal echoed Amy's surprise with an OMG face that was immediately followed by an encouraging woop. But it felt wrong to the bound student; the kneeling position increased the slack in her chain, allowing her to mover her arms with easy. And why would that be a problem? she asked herself. It's not as if she liked being tightly chained up.

Flustered, Amy fumbled to her feet, feeling very self-conscious as everyone still had their eyes on her. Even Toni's she realized. Amy opened her mouth and **** some words to fill it. "Um, how's that translation stuff?"

"Oh," Toni waved dismissively, "I'm done. I just didn't want to interrupt your baller routine."

Blush burned on Amy's cheeks

"Come on, I'll let you turn the last doohickey."

It was quite exciting to turn the final switch and discover the next tool, but Amy felt a twinge of melancholy each puzzle solved would bring them closer to the end of their game. Toni crouched to unclip Amy from her anchor point.

"Oh comely," cheered Kat, "that's a power supply. We can use that on the console."

"What if we did the light box first?" suggested Sarah, "I have a hunch we'll need Amy for that."

"Right-oh," agreed Kat, "You and I'll get that sorted. If Toni and Crystal don't mind getting back to figuring out the chips."

The four friends moved quickly to execute their plan, but Amy hesitated; it felt like she was just along for the ride and not solving anything with them. "Wait," she called out a little louder than she intended. "Um, can I," she started sheepishly. Her friends were so in sync they could have been choreographed. It felt awkward to disrupt them. The ankle chain rattled against the floor as she shifted from one foot to the other. "I want to try my hand putting those chips together. You can take the translator for a bit."

Toni froze like an actress that forgot her lines.

"Oh. My. God." exclaimed Crystal. "You are so thoughtful. Like those chains aren't even slowing you down. Come on. You and me'll see if we can't get something to click. While the others take the battery and borrow your translator."

Plans amended, Crystal escorted Amy the ten feet required to where her puzzle was. The blonde's confidence was infectious, to the point that despite her chains and sparse clothing Amy marched with her head high and her chest proud.

"I think we have to fit these together like a puzzle," explained Amy's puzzle partner, "except we'll get a clue instead of a cute picture of farm animals."

Amy looked at the small squares splayed out over the waist high metal box. There were already three pieces set aside that seemed to fit together. She bent over and tried to add to the started work, but the chains hindered the movements of her hands. No matter, that was just another puzzle to solve. Remembering how much slack she gained in the kneeling position, the shackled student settled to her knees.

But this time something was different; the chain still tugged reluctantly on her limbs. Amy looked down and saw that her movements had caused it to twist through her legs and up her belly before hindering her cuffed hands. More importantly to the inquisitive student, the smooth chain had managed to get quite close to her crotch along the way. Adventurous thoughts made her tremble. It was okay to stay like this, right? Just to make the game more fun, in a challenging way, nothing else. Really.

For the next few minutes, Amy worked to put the puzzle together. Sort of. She'd pick up two pieces compare them and set them down, but she was more interested in feeling the cool caress of the chain against her thinly covered womanhood. Each act of lifting a piece caused the steel links to dance seductively against her soft areas. Amy fought aggressively against the urge to moan. Cleverly, she bit her lip, so it'd just look like she was concentrating, and no one would suspect a thing. The steel rings dragging across her body travelled faster as Amy quickly shifted between puzzle pieces, not even bothering to switch the ones she was "comparing". The chain was no longer cool to the touch, having been warmed by her body and passion.

"Figuring it out?" Crystal question would have probably caused the self-focused student to jump into the ceiling if the blonde hadn't also wrapped her arms around her. Crystal pressed forward gently tightening her spooning embrace until Amy's head was nested into her rather full chest. "Hmm, her let me help." The ditzy blonde gently clasped the other student's hand and guided the puzzle piece it held.

As she was gently manipulated by Crystal, Amy felt the cool chain grace her half exposed breast. Her trembling breath escaped from half parted lips. The smooth steel dragged closer, and closer to her nipple, but it didn't reach. Amy's nipple was still tucked behind her bra. The bound coed felt her throat dry out as the soothing metal was dragged past her nub.

She closed her eyes while Crystal continued to guide her cuffed hands. The chain worked delicately between her legs, and Amy felt just how thin and soft her panties were. The silken fabric may as well have been painted on to the chain for how well she felt each caress of the metal. Enraptured, Amy relaxed into the blonde's heavenly embrace, barely caring for the dampness that was seeping from her loins. Despite their location, Amy eagerly awaited her imminent orgasm. She trembled with anticipation and building that the soothing grind of chains between her legs was giving her. "Please," she breathed too quiet for anyone but herself to hear.