It had all started out so innocently: Beth was hanging out with her two friends Amanda and Jill, lounging around Jill’s bedroom, sharing cute pictures and funny videos. At one point, Jill just so happened to show the other two a video titled: Escape Artist Fails. Among the clips in the compilation were several of people trying and, of course, failing to get out of a straitjacket.

 “Ha! I can’t believe they’re having such a difficult time.” Beth said, laughing. “It doesn’t look that hard…”

 “Really?” Jill said, slyly. “You think you could get out of one if you had to?”

 “Of course.” Beth replied, still assuming this was nothing but a hypothetical question. “I’ve seen people do it before. You just need to get your head under the first arm and you’re set.” Like the others, she was a cheerleader and did gymnastics and was pretty flexible.

 “You want to make a bet of it?” Jill asked, a note of triumph entering her voice as she saw her plan coming to fruition.  

 “What?” Beth asked, “what do you-” but Jill had already leapt to her feet and was heading to the closet. “Where on Earth did you get that?” Beth asked as she saw her friend dig into her closet and pull out an actual, for real, canvas straitjacket.

 “From David…” Jill replied, grinning. Her older brother liked to collect weird and strange curios. “He said he was going to go as an ‘escaped mental patient’ for Halloween this year and he found an authentic straitjacket online.”

 At this point, Beth realized she’d been had, but there was nothing she could do about it. If she tried to back out now, she’d be subject to endless teasing from the other two teenage girls over being chicken. “How long to do I get to try?”

 “Hmm…” Jill placed a finger on her lip, in an exaggerated pose of thinking. “Does 15 minutes sound fair to you?”

 Beth shrugged. “And if I lose?”

 The other teen grinned. “Well, if fifteen minutes go by and you’re still helpless...well then Amanda and I get to play with you like that the rest of the afternoon. If you get out, I guess the two of you get to play with me.” Needless to say, Amanda was more then enthusiastic about this arrangement, since either way she got the full benefit with no risk of ending up as her friends’ bondage plaything...this time at least. Beth gulped, but saw she was trapped.

 “Alright, fine.” She said, glumly, and rolled into a kneeling position, lifting her arms up so Jill could slip the jacket on over her head. She tugged the sleeves down until Beth’s hands reached the ends, which of course were sewn closed. A couple of straps at the back were tightened, so the jacket pulled snug against the teen’s chest.

 Her arms were then pulled around in opposite directions so she hugged herself closely, arms crossing over one another. The straps at the end of the sleeves were pulled around the back, to the front again and threaded through buckles at the front of the straitjacket. Beth’s nervousness grew more and more as Jill mercilessly tightened the buckles, tightening Beth’s bondage. Somehow she hadn’t expected things to be quite so tight, when all this was just speculation and she hadn’t thought she’d actually end up in a real straitjacket.

 “Alright…” Jill said, grinning. Try and get out of that.” Beth saw the look in her friend’s eyes and knew the other teen had something evil planned, but at the moment, she was helpless to do anything about that. All she could do was start to struggle and hope she could get out of this mess.

 Struggle she did, though she found it much harder then she’d imagined. In the movies and videos she’d seen of people escaping straitjackets, it all seemed so easy. Just squirm a bit till you got one arm loose, slip it over your head and get out, right? So why was this so difficult…

 While she was focusing on that, Beth didn’t notice the sly glances Jill and Amanda were giving each other. At least not until Jill gave the captive teen a sudden push, sending her back onto the bed, her legs flying out in front of her.

 “Hey!” Beth cried, “Let-let go!” She kicked her legs wildly, but couldn’t stop her friends from each grabbing one of her ankles. Her socks were quickly peeled off. “No! That’s cheating!”

 “The bet never said we couldn’t make things harder for you…” Jill teased. Grinning evilly, she began running the fingers of her free hand across Beth’s bare sole. Amanda followed suit a second behind.

 “No-ha-No fair! Ha ha!” Beth shook, peals of laughter spilling from her mouth as her friends began to tickle her mercilessly. She continued to struggle against the straitjacket, but it was hard to concentrate on escaping it while her friends subjected the teen to merciless tickle torture. Laughing uncontrollably, Beth knew she was going to lose this bet...