Evie tells her story

Two damsels, no longer in distress, but still without a stitch of clothing between them, sat side by side on a bench in a mad science laboratory in a Haunted House.

MacKenzie had described how horrible it was to be strapped down, pinned in place by straps around her arms, so that she could not evade the table tennis rackets which had whacked her breasts whenever she did not keep her legs stretched widely.

As she had told her tale, she had massaged her breasts, which she was surprised to find were completely unbruised, just a bit sensitive.

Willow would not have been surprised. All the measuring of MacKenzie's breasts did have a purpose beyond her sensuous pleasure at the time. The travel of the rackets was carefully limited so that although they hurt at the time they did not harm, and although MacKenzie felt she was strapped down so tight so that she could not avoid being struck, it was more so that she could not inadvertently be hit too hard from being in the wrong position.

Evie found the sight of MacKenzie rubbing her breasts unexpectedly erotic, and nearly reached out to do the same, but put a sympathetic arm around MacKenzie's waist instead in a spontaneous hug. Shocked at the contact with so much bare skin she started to withdraw it, but MacKenzie had found the hug comforting and put a gentle hand on Evie's to leave it in place.

Evie described how she was a Haunted House employee, adding some atmosphere to the science laboratory section by wearing a white lab coat. She was a drama student, not a scientist, so could not have answered any questions, but as the room she was in dealt with basic mechanisms like inclined planes and ropes and pulleys visitors tended to just pass through looking for something more exciting.

To make things more exciting for herself, Evie had chosen that day to wear nothing under the lab coat. All her clothes were in her locker. 'What!' MacKenzie exclaimed, even though she had decided to go commando that morning herself, but Evie felt she had to explain. 'I am doing a Life Drawing class with some other girls, and most of the other girls have stripped off and modelled for us, and they are quite cool about it, but I keep having this dream where I am the only one who is naked, and it is getting me quite excited, and they can tell, and I know that I must obey them, and they know that and they command me...'. 'What happens next ?' asked MacKenzie.

'I don't know' Evie replied 'Then I wake up, so as they are coming to the Haunted House this afternoon, I thought if I wore nothing under my lab coat, then I would feel as if I was naked, but they would not be able to tell, so it would be safe, but exciting, until it all went wrong... Several people had come though the room, and most paid me no attention, and I was able to tell one girl the way to the toilets - that is the most common thing we are asked, and if I was a bit nervous she was in a hurry so that went OK. Then there was a bit of a lull, and then...'