She's left wanting more

"Bravo!" cheered Kat, "What a find." Her sharp British accent was even more pronounced as she loudly congratulated her team.

"And there we go," said Crystal to Amy as she guided her last puzzle piece into place. It took all of Amy's effort to resist the soft whimper that bubbled within her as the aloof blonde leaned forward, simultaneously pressing her firm chest into Amy and alleviating the sweet pressure of the chain on the student's most intimate areas.

She was so close to an orgasm. For a moment, Amy considered just wildly rubbing the chain against her crotch. She could make up an excuse after; her blissful climax was maddeningly close. But the arrival of her other friends to their small puzzle station put the kibosh on that plan.

"Ready for a release, Amy?" asked Toni waving at her.

Blushing, Amy clambered to her feet and stammered out, "I-- no-- it's the puzzle--"

Then she saw that her roommate's cuffs had been removed and she held a key in her other hand; Amy's cheeks became redder than cherries at that point. The student hid her embarrassment by turning around and then bent over to allow her friend better access to her handcuffs.

Bent at the waist, Amy heard Toni fiddle with the lock for a few moments before giving up. "Damn," said her roommate, "must be a different key."

If Amy was honest with herself, she'd have admitted she felt a bit relieved to keep her chains. For one reason or another, she liked having the tight grip of steel throughout this game.

"At least you loves got that jigsaw sorted," Kat pointed out.

Amy, realizing with a hint of embarrassment she hadn't actually looked at her finished product yet, turned towards the puzzle. It showed symbols in concentric circles, some of them lit up.

Toni's hand snaked around her in something similar to a hug, but tightly gripped her chain at the end. Instinctively, Amy leaned into her roommate and promptly forgot about the jigsaw puzzle again. The soft sigh that escaped her lips was normal she told herself, she just liked hugs.

"Come this way," Toni commanded, "I know what that's for."

Not that she had much of a choice, Amy followed. She stumbled occasionally, but had Toni's gentle embrace to steady her. The shackled student was taken to a cabinet locked by a large disk that looked like a giant combination lock. Of course, it matched the puzzle she'd solved. The pair input the discovered solution and opened the cabinet to find a small screen that immediately activated. There must be a sensor linked to the door thought Amy. She looked around; this was a very elaborate puzzle; she felt a little awkward knowing so much attention had be focused on her... well her and her friends.

Toni smacked Amy on her pantie-clad ass, startling the student out of her trance with a yipe.

"Get your head in the game, girlfriend," the lesbian roommate said. Amy felt her checks flush, but it wasn't quite embarrassment. "Use your translator thingy."

"Oh," mumbled the coed, simultaneously trying to get her attention back on the puzzle and wondering when she'd being give back the translator device. Regardless she wiggled her body in the well-practiced way that allowed her to translate the alien script despite her bondage. Twisting her full chest out she read the script aloud. "Trajectory console should be set to 23 B4."

Amy had no idea what it meant, but Crystal quickly responded with "Oh, I know where that is."

"Steady on. That sounds like maths," piped up Kat, "I'm on it." She moved towards the desired terminal.

Crystal seemed disappointed to be sidelined, but wasn't left idle for long. Amy read the next direction, and the bubbly blonde announced she'd take care of it than strutted off to her own console. Sarah was next, and finally even Toni was assigned a station, leaving the bound Amy to work hers alone.

It was tricky to say the least with her chains, and she was the only one still tied up, but the thrill of the five of them working together balanced out any awkwardness. Together they activated some sort of ancient drill while fending off space pirates that had been sent to stop them. All pretend of course, and a bit silly when displayed by their console's graphics, but the excitement was amplified with bombastic sound effects and even some rumbling in the floor. Finally, they reached the climax unlocking the secret vault.

"Okay," called out Sarah, "We need to all hold down the square button and that should make a lever appear. Don't let go."

Amy followed her directions, fumbling with her cuffed hands for the desired button while she turned around to look at her friends. It was super cool to see them working together all splayed across their terminals to hit the necessary controls. She was grateful she only had one button to push at a time things were tricky enough with her chains. As if to challenge her optimism, fate picked that moment to make the special lever spring out next to her.

Amy sighed; this was going to be tricky. But it was possible right? This escape room was designed to be solved. First she raised her knee getting it closer to the lever. She still couldn't quite reach it, but there was some slack in the chain behind her back. Standing on one foot, the shackled student hopped towards the lever, teetering nervously after each lurch, but never falling. As she wiggled, her panties caressed her aroused womanhood, but Amy tried to ignore it.

In a sort of yoga tree-pose the shackled student was able to get her knee really close to the lever. Unfortunately, this wasn't horseshoes; she needed another inch or so. The chain running through her cuffs was already taut, so she couldn't hop anymore while still pressing the buttons. She stood on tiptoe and wiggled just a bit more, barely managing to get her knee over the handle. Her body felt stretched in an oddly pleasurable way, like this position had spread her muscles to be cared for by her body.

Amy closed her eyes letting the pleasure linger. Her panties had been pulled taut by her position, and the thin fabric nestled against her eager womanhood, sending a trickle of pleasure up her spine. She'd been so close to an orgasm earlier, and the desire still simmered within her. She could sneak off to the washroom to take care of that need, but no said a mischievous voice within her they were trapped in this asteroid dungeon. Maybe she could huddle up somewhere and try to sneakily take care of herself. It wouldn't be too difficult to curl her fingers between her legs and find her sweet spot through her panties. Of course, there was the risk of being caught, but with a devious tingle Amy admitted to herself that made it all the more exciting. She'd be a shackled **** hiding away and doing naughty things while there was work to do. Only a surprisingly small part of her saw a problem with it. Either way, it didn't matter; she couldn't even reach her own crotch with her limbs spread between the controls like this. In a way the need to hold this button was its own bondage.

Amy could feel the gaze of her friends on her as she worked. She knew they were waiting for her and felt a little guilty about letting her mind wander. They were supposed to be working as a team, and her she was fantasizing about sneaking off and doing very naughty things. Her co-puzzlers would certainly punish her if they knew. And she'd deserve it for being a such a naughty tramp. But what would they do to her? Strip her to her underwear? Shackle her with heavy chains? Make her pose for their amusement? The fantasy that her current predicament was actual just desserts for previous naughty actions tingled at the edges of her mind. Stretched tight as she was, Amy's subconscious attempts to hump the air were little more than weak quivers.

Frick, she thought, I need to get grip.

Quickly, before her mind could wander to any more dirty places, Amy shifted her weight and tugged the lever down. With a satisfying ka-thunk it slid into place, but this noise was quickly overshadowed by a theatrical hiss as smoke filled the center of the floor. All five pairs of eyes watched as railings slid up from the floor and something tumbled out of the ceiling.