Lift home with Sarah

'Get up - I am taking you home' says Sarah. I stand up, and embarrassed to be the only naked naked one here, in fact the only one who is not fully dressed. I cover myself with my hands and arms as best I can, then Amy turns and glances back at me, and frowns slightly. Immediately I put my arms behind my back, holding onto my upper arms, so I am completely exposed to her, and her frown goes. She does not actually smile, but I have avoided her disapproval, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

In my head the captive princess trembles before her captor. She has been released from the torment of endless arousal, and stands, trying to cover her nakedness. Her former rival, now her mistress smiles cruelly at her. 'Do you dare to cover your body from my sight ? Perhaps you have not been punished enough ?'. The naked prisoner reluctantly puts her arms back behind her back, forearms parallel to the ground, and the amazon warriors tie them firmly in place with leather thongs. She can tell there is no way she can free herself.

I follow Sarah to her car, and she goes round to the driver's side and opens her door, but I just stand by the passenger door, arms still behind my back, and say 'Please Sarah...'.

She rolls her eyes, but comes round to my side of the car anyway. She crosses her arms, in front of her, not like me, and looks as me sternly as she says 'I am not your servant - why should I open the door for you ?'

I blushed as I explained 'When Amy put my arms behind my back like this I had this weird fantasy that I was a princess' - Sarah snorted derisively - '... who had been taken prisoner by a rival, and my rival's amazon warriors had stripped me naked, and then tied me up like this so that I am all exposed and defenceless. They tormented me mercilessly and now I am being taken away - I do not know where to, but I am all tied up and can not escape - see'. I wriggle and struggle to show how little I can do. Sarah watches the way my tits bounce, and when they have stopped she takes hold of my nipple, and gives it a little squeeze. I wince but do nothing to stop her, only saying 'So you see how, even though there is only a single guard, she has complete control over me.

'So, I am an Amazon Warrior !' says Sarah - she seems quite pleased with the idea. She opens the car door. 'Ok, prisoner, get in there !' she commands, and then asks 'Do Amazon warriors have a spear, or something to threaten you with ? - or a gun ? Are we ancient or modern ?' she points a finger at me, like a gun. I sigh and tell her it is up to her and point out that she does not need anything to make me obey as I am helpless, but I might have been a bit sarcastic, as she says ''or futuristic - you won't be so uppity, princess, once you have had a taste of my electrical prisoner punishment gadget - Buzzzzzz'. She points her finger and then tickles my ribs vigorously. I squeal and wriggle, and gasp 'OK'.

'It only works on bare skin' says Sarah, 'but there is plenty to choose from - do you want me to try somewhere else ?'

'No please - I'll get in the car !' I say taking a step forward. 'Prisoner transport', Sarah corrects me firmly.

'What is that machine - please don't make me get in it' I beg. Sarah points her finger and says 'Bzz', without actually touching me, but I jerk around a bit as if I have been given a shock, and sort of fall into her car. It is not easy getting into a car without using your arms, and I had been in some pretty undignified poses, offering Sarah lots of good views of me, and she is almost hysterical with laughter by the time I am in. She closes the door and comes round to the driver's side to get in herself.

Sarah leans across me to take the seat belt and plug it in. Her hair tickles the tops of my breasts, and I cry out 'Please have mercy - I can't escape ' my arms are still behind my back and I wriggle for emphasis - 'please don't chain me in place'.

Sarah grins and says 'You are going to be so chained'. She traces a line round my neck, saying 'here'. I imagine her, as an amazon warrior, putting a metal collar round my neck, it locks with a click.

She traces another line round my upper arms. I say 'every chain she adds holds me in place more firmly', and then I slowly pull my shoulders back as far as I can, saying 'and these have little winches on them to make me ready for the next chains' Pulling my shoulders back makes my push my breasts forwards. Sarah traces lines round the base of my breasts, then a little back from the nipples, and then some lines which join the two. I imagine my caged breasts, the soft flesh and the hard steel.

Sarah makes pinching motions and approaches my nipples slowly, but there is nothing I can do to escape. She pinches them firmly, then moves on to my belly, and then my upper thighs. I have kept my legs decently closed, but she remarks 'These have little winches too'

Reluctantly I open my legs - keeping them apart as if chained in place. Sarah runs her fingers a little way up my inner thighs from where the imaginary chains are spreading my legs. 'I have some more chains which can go here - If I have any trouble from you I will use them' she says.

Then she starts the car and we are off.