Crystal

The sound of expensive heels grew louder. Amy tried in vain to turn the knob, but it had apparently locked itself. With her hands cuffed behind her. she had to face forward as she wrestled with the door that was conspiring to keep her in bra and panties. The helpless woman let out a panicked squeak and turned around just as the orange figure rounded.

"Amy, is that you?" Crystal asked in a sing song tone straight out of a fairy tale. "You totally have to check out this-- Oh Wow!" The blonde interrupted herself when she saw Amy's attire. "That outfit is bomb-tastic. I mean, you're literally the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Amy's shaking head was hardly noticable because of how much her whole body was trembling. She desperately needed to cover the exposed upper half of her breasts or the shameful amount of her crotch that was on display, but those infernal handcuffs wouldn't let her. "No, no," she managed to stammer out, while squirming helplessly, "it was an accident." The shackled woman made a fumbling attempt to retreat down the hall, unable even to take proper steps because of the strict chains.

Crystal easily caught up to the student who sounded like a walking wind chime with how much she tugged at the chains. "I know, right? I'm totally there with you," the aloof blonde nodded in agreement with herself, "sometimes something good just clicks and you have to go with it, like how humans evolved penicillin from monkeys."

Though the ridiculous statement may have been intended to taken seriously, it still made the bound student laugh nervously and regain a small amount of composure.

"In essence, you're totally inspiring," added Crystal while unzipping the front of her prison jumpsuit almost to her belt. This allowed an alluring display of her chest and belly including a generous helping of cleavage that could be seen between the ornate borders of her lace bra.

While such a show of comradery put Amy a little more at ease, the unwilling underwear model was still extremely jealous of her new friend's outfit. Not only did it cover a whole lot more, but the blonde's bondage consisted only of long leather strips that tethered her wrists to her belt. They hardly limited movement at all, unlike Amy's chains which tugged at her body with every step.

"Come on, let's show the others how bitchin' you look," said Crystal taking Amy's hand and pulling her along. The chained woman resisted at first, planting her feet firm after each shackle-shortened step forward. But Crystal was insistent with a contagious optimism that eventually had Amy hobbling around the corner with only a little chagrin.

Her friends would have definately heard small clinks of Amy's chains dragging; nevertheless, Crystal chose to proclaim, "doesn't she look amazing!?" As all eyes turned to her, Amy made another feeble attempt to cover herself. She knew her bondage wouldn't let her shield her hardly clad crotch or breasts, but she was able to sheepishly conseil her exposed belly button, which would have been something she'd cared more about if she wasn't standing in only her underwear.

"The plot thickens," pondered Kat with a curl of excitement. "I wonder how your outfit will fit into the problem solving. Anya said everyone would have to work together, didn't she?"

"Maybe it was a mistake," suggested Amy, finding it hard to believe she'd be intentionally put into these restrictive chains. "I don't really match you guys."

"in escape challenges accidents are usually part of the plan," countered Sarah sagely.

Before Amy could continue the argument, Toni interrupted. "Now that we're all here, let's check out the video." She stepped toward and tapped a screen that was labeled "touch here to begin."

Blue lazers fill the screen before being replaced by a recording of Anya now in tight sci-fi leathers with green face paint. "Hello to all my newly acquired workers and welcome to the zeta 5 asteroid mine. You will spend the rest of your life here as there is no escape. Now get to work! I need 100 pounds of ore mined by dinner or my nebula alligator will be the one eating." She laughed maniacally before disappearing with another flurry of lazers.

Spending the next couple hours pretending to mine an asteroid didn't sound particularly exciting to Amy, but she thought she'd at least give it a try. At least the room around her looked cool, in a cheesy space movie kind of way. The floor and walls were made from plastic molded to look like stone with haphazard metal plates bolted down to it. There were also a few more consoles and even a plasma orb, but these seemed to be turned off for now. To her right, Amy saw a rocky tunnel streaked with what some sort of blue ore, and behind her, beside the hall she came in, there was a half dozen lockers and a few tool bags. She stepped towards the lockers, figuring they'd have the tools her group would use, and hoping there'd be a spare set of coveralls for her to wear.

"Hold on Amy," called out Sarah, "it looks like there's another message."

Amy turned back and saw the screen now showed a short message in blocky, sort of thechno font. It read: "There is a way to escape, but you'll need the right gear. For the first of three tools, search High and Lo."

"Well, that's an easy start," boasted Crystal, "Amy's a bit tied up, so Sarah and Tomi, you look under everything, while Kat and I like check above the lockers and stuff." Surprisingly, everybody followed the blonde's slapdash plan with only a hint of a sour expression from Toni.

Amy stayed put, staring at the screen "Lo" was spelled wrong. Could it be a name? She turned back to the lockers and waddled towards them. Some of them were named; there was Jenkins, Snoop, and of course, Lo. Amy almost jumped for joy at her discovery, but there was a padlock on the locker.

The spunky student twisted her lip as she thought. The message said High and Lo. Did that mean she'd have to search high first some how? There wasn't any lockers named that, and from what she saw of the tool bags Amy didn't think they had names on them, but some were under a tarp. She tugged the covering up, having to stand on the tips of her toes because the chain running down her back would only let her raise her arms so much. Still on her tiptoes, she strutted a few feet pulling the tarp out of the way. And then saw it; there was a small tool case labelled "High Tide Tools." Amy's chains rattled loudly as she did a little hop with glee.

Shimmying back as fast as her chains would let her, the excited student investigated the dainty box. Squatting over it allowed her to both look at it and easily fiddle with the latches, but once Amy lowered herself she paused. With her legs spread and bent over as she was, Amy got a front row seat to her scantily-clad crotch. Her cooch looked pretty, she could see it's delicate outline through her thin panties. These narcissism caused a slight smile to curl Amy's lips before she shook her head and focused on the mini tool chest beneath her.

The case was empty unfortunately, but Amy didn't waver. High and Lo just made too much sense. She turned the small box around in her cuffed hands, even checked for a false bottom. Her eureka moment came when she noticed the thickness of the label itself. Sure enough it could be pealed back and beneath it was a small key. The young woman could resist dancing swaying her round tushy and swinging her cuffed arms in opposite directions as she approached Lo's locker. She was kicking butt with this puzzle.

The locker contained some sort of sci-fi prop that looked like a bit like a scanner. She didn't focus too much on it because she to excited to share her discovery with the group. With rattling chains acting as a drumroll, The naive student was practically vibrating as she approached her friends who had conveniently just formed a huddle to discuss their lack of progress.