What Cindy wants

"Cindy, prepare for a mind probe."

"What are you talking about, Linda?"

"Your body is currently containing an unusual form of energy that my people wish to examine." The grey girl put her hand under the edge of the table, which began to lower. "I held this energy for a short time, but the urge to transmit it overwhelmed me. It is apparently regulated by sexual impulses common to your people and mine. I had thought it could be released by simple stimulation, but that is not working; it seems to be governed by lusts and desires. I must find your deepest and most compelling lust so it can be used to extract the energy into one of my people of stronger will."

"What?"

"I'm going to draw out your darkest fantasy by invading your mind."

"That's awful!"

Gray Linda climbed up onto the table. "Now, the best connection is achieved when the densest nerve clusters are matched." She spread her thin legs and slowly lowered her flower onto Cindy's girl-parts. The two tiny bulrush-tentacles pulled Cindy's labia aside. Linda gently lowered her pistil to press against Cindy's clitoris. The connection formed instantly.

It felt to Cindy like Linda was rummaging through a closet, only the closet was her life. More embarrassingly, it was her sex life. Cindy re-experienced all the crushes she'd had on boys, the time she'd peeked over the shower divider at Wanda Cunningham, the times she'd rubbed things against herself, the way too many times she would sit in her room and play with her nips, the time her mother caught her and lectured her about going blind until she wished she would go deaf, the time Billy Emerson...

"Got it!"

Linda jumped up and left the room. The manacles holding Cindy to the table retreated, and the table lowered until it was flush with the floor, leaving the eight-foot diameter room furnitureless and featureless. A few moments later Linda came back in with a silver rope in her hands and a wicked smile on her lipless mouth.

"Kneel down, Cindy, and put your hands behind your back."

"No!" Cindy knelt down and put her hands behind her back.

Linda looped the center of the rope around the back of Cindy's neck, then pulled it down, crossing between her breasts and wrapping to her back. Three loops and a half-hitch bound her left wrist to the right side of her back and her right wrist to the left. Linda then pulled the rope up Cindy's back, looping it through the length behind her neck. She pulled it tight enough that it **** a slight arch in Cindy's back.

"Stop it! I don't want to be tied up!"

"That's not what your mind says."

Linda pulled the ropes under her arms and then twice around her chest, the first time squeezing Cindy's copious breasts from above and the second time from below. Cindy tried to suck in her chest but Linda just pulled tighter so the ropes pressed into her when she released. Another tight loop went around and formed a chain-link joint just below her sternum.

The ropes linked again around her back then wrapped around her thighs, pulling them slightly apart. After that they returned up her back and wrapped around her shoulders, then down her front. A loop was made around the lengths above and below her breasts, pulling them together and squeezing the mighty mounds. Cindy's chest ached, but it was also exhilarating.

From there Linda pulled the ropes down and around back, twisting them together and pulling the thicker cord straight and tight down Cindy's butt crack. The ropes separated again when they dived between her legs and came up firmly pressing into either side of her slit. Linda wrapped the ropes tightly around Cindy's waist, then pulled them up to tie around her waist and back down to loop and hold her ankles. From there it went back up to the waist and down to her sensitives again, where Linda tied an elaborate knot. The knot was pressed deeply into her vulva and finally everything was tied off around her thighs.

"How does that feel?"

"It's tight and uncomfortable."

"And you're dripping like a broken faucet."

"Am not!" But Cindy could feel the knot at her crotch getting wetter and pushing harder.

"Now, this rope isn't like Earth ropes. Its fibers contract when they get wet, as you may have noticed. So don't try to think about that little rope pulling tighter and tighter into your hot little cunny as a side effect of being soaked in your own juices."

"No, please! Billy Emerson didn't do this, he just wrapped me up!"

"And you liked that, too. You're quite the little bondage fairy. Do you remember what it took for Billy to untie you?"

"I had to kiss him."

"Right. Except you're older now. I'll leave you to think about that."

As Linda left more moisture was seeping into the rope, tightening it and making the knot press more insistently against Cindy's groin.