A naked Willow

MacKenzie and Evie were sitting together in the mad science laboratory. Both were naked and Evie's arm was around MacKenzie' waist. Evie had been explaining why she had only been wearing a lab coat, as part of her story. Now her voice broke, she was coming to a traumatic part of the story. MacKenzie put a comforting arm around Evie's shoulders and hugged her tight, receiving an answering squeeze as Evie continued.

'This naked girl crashed though the doors, and as soon as she saw me she pointed at my lab coat and said "Give me that!". She had obviously lost her clothes recently and was not happy about it. If I had been wearing underwear I would have given her the lab coat, but when I started to explain all she heard was 'underwear' - "Yes - I want your underwear too" she said, and when I did not immediately start to strip she grabbed me, and started trying to get the lab coat off.

I am a bit bigger and stronger than she is, and she was clearly trying not to tear the clothing, so I thought I was safe, and could just wrestle with her until she calmed down. I felt her put a loop of rope around my left ankle and did not know that from that moment on I was doomed. She seemed to be trying to undo the coat buttons, and I was holding her off, and did not pay attention to what she was doing when I thought she has just stopped for a rest. It was when I found my left foot was pulled into the air, and I could not bring it down that I knew that the buttons had been a distraction. Although I kept fighting I think I knew from that moment that I had lost.

Willow pulled my leg right up, and kept adding more ropes, and I went from fighting to attempting resistance to futile struggling in her ropes. There were ropes round my body, and my arms and my legs, all tied to each other, or woven though, or attached to pulleys in the ceiling or floor, or the sides of this big wooden frame thing I was in, so she could get at me from all round. It was a bit weird that she was still naked and I was still wearing the lab coat, and then I undid all the buttons so she could see I was not wearing a bra or panties'

'Why did you do that ?' MacKenzie asked.

'It was a bit odd, she had complete control of where my arms and legs were so she could easily have do it herself and I could not have stopped her, but she had spread my legs and they were anchored firmly to the bottom of the frame, and then she gave my arms enough freedom to reach the front of the coat. Then there was this rope between my legs, and she showed me how it was on a pulley and she had to pull the rope a long way to get it to go up, but up it did go, and it was really strong, and she wrapped it round her little finger, and I stripped myself for her.

I was so relieved when she got my hands out of the way and took that rope and pulley away that I thanked her, and agreed that I deserved to be punished for now wearing bra and panties so she could have them. That was the last time I had any real control of where my limbs were.

She did not seem to be in a hurry to finish stripping me. She gradually tugged the lab coat out from under the ropes, which felt more intense on my bare skin than through material, and kept changing my position. Standing on one leg, then the other, legs astride, legs together but on tiptoe with arms above my head, arms wide apart, arms behind my back, bending forwards. By that time the lab coat was almost completely off and she made almost like a bra, out of lots of bits of thin cord. Like all the other ropes they could slide around and bits of cord were attached to them that made them squeeze my boobs, or release them a bit or pull on my nipples. She was still naked and I could see she was enjoying doing this.

Then she stood me upright again, finished extracting the lab coat, and put it on. "Final touches" she said, and spent quite a lot of time kneeling in front of me, threading ropes and strings down there. Some of them even had knots in which she showed me how they felt when they were pulled through'

'I know about the knots' said MacKenzie, giving Evie's shoulder a sympathetic squeeze.

'She showed me how some of the strings with the knots were tied to my arms or my legs, though more pulleys, so if I pulled on them I would be torturing myself. I thought it actually felt quite nice, but later found out she was right.

She then told me that there was a way I could release myself if that was what I really wanted, and then pulled on a piece of cord attached to lots of the other cords. Everything in my more erogenous bits went a bit tighter, and she pushed a peg at the end of the cord in to a hole in the frame. "Try not to let that peg some out" she said. I wondered what she meant as there was no way I could reach it to stop it.

Then she said "Time to prime the pump", and she started to stroke me, quite gently, but erotically, and I found I was getting quite aroused. It was getting really hard to stay still, but every movement added more sensations from the cord which slid across my body, or pulled my boobs up, slid through my lips. I knew what she was trying to do, and tried to resist, but I could feel an orgasm building, and when it came she blew me a kiss and left.

My struggles during the orgasm had done something to the network of ropes, there were bungee cords which had tightened, and weights hanging from ropes that I had pulled up, and now the weights were descending, and the bungee cords releasing, and as they did knotted ropes ran between my legs, my breasts were being squeezed painfully, and I found that I could relieve them by closing my legs a bit, standing on tiptoe and spreading my arms out. I could only find the new position she wanted me with some doing the wrong thing, which would pinch somewhere sensitive.

Still feeling like a puppet under her control, even though she had left, and the continuos erotic sensations of rope sliding across my body, or loosening or tightening, or squeezing, or pinching or rubbing was turning me on again, and I was soon heading for another orgasm, and a new position, and on and on.

I noticed that my wilder. uncontrollable struggles when I came were pulling on the cord which attached to the peg, which Willow had told me I should not allow to come out. The problems was that I seemed to be getting more sensitive, and I could not stop the orgasms. I had not even thought about a plan to release myself and sooner or later that peg was going to come out.'