“Mmmhhh…..”
Sara groaned as she came to. She hadn’t drunk that much, had she?
She’d met up with a hot guy at the club she went to; they had really hit it off. She and he had got through a surprising amount of alcohol…
She didn’t remember much after that…
She looked around. She was sitting on a bench in her local park. Suddenly, there was a groan from next to her.
She turned towards it and would have gasped if she’d been able to speak.
A Japanese kigurumi doll stared back at her, with shocking pink hair.
Judging by the way they were holding their head, they couldn’t speak, either.
God! Was that what she looked like, as well?
Her hands reached up to her head; she felt the kigurumi mask. She then realised it wasn’t just a mask, it was a full head shell, and it was firmly locked on.
They were both wearing black sailor fuku uniforms, with big bows the same colour as their hair.
They were both trying to get the hoods off as there was a click in their earphones.
“You should both be awake by now, so listen carefully. Unless you want those head shells that you are wearing to never come off, you will do exactly what I say. I want you two to behave as if you are madly, uncontrollably in love with each other. I want you to have sex at every possible opportunity; the more visible, the better. No vanishing behind the trees or in the cover of the buildings; I want everything out in the open. That seat you’re both on will do for starters. Also, don’t try to get anyone to help you get the hoods off; if you do, they will go airtight, and you will suffocate. I can see and hear everything. Well, get on with it!”
Sara had no idea who she was trapped with. At the same time, she didn’t want to die, so she slid closer to the other figure. The other person pulled away. Whimpering, she tried to get closer…
“I can see you’re trying, Sara, but your ‘partner’ seems to not want to co-operate. Let’s see if we can ‘encourage’ them…”
“Mmmhhh!”, the other figure cried, jerking.
“I’ve just given them a hard pulse from the vibrator in their anus. You’ve got one too, by the way, so bear that in mind…”
Sara and her ‘companion’ then started having sex on the bench, out in the open in the park…
A few minutes later, the voice spoke again.
“I suggest you get moving; one of the people overlooking the park has phoned the police, and they’ll be there shortly. I don’t want you captured just yet; also, if you can’t earn your release from your hoods, you’re no use to me…”
Hurriedly, Sara and her companion stopped what they were doing and disappeared out the back exit of the park, vanishing into the backstreets.
“One point”, the voice continued. “Don’t try and split up; your outfits are paired to each other. If you get more than a certain distance apart, the vibrators will trigger…”
Soon, Sara and her companion had to stop, they were getting incredibly hot in the outfits, as they were made from latex, and the hoods were limiting how much air they could get into their lungs.
They collapsed in a disused garage, leaning against each other.
“Well, get on with it!”, the voice said. “No one’s watching!”
Sara made a middle finger gesture with her hands, expecting that the unseen torturer would see it. The other figure followed suit.
“Very mature”, the voice said. “Oh well, if that’s the way you want it…”
The vibrators started up on high. Soon, the pair of captives were twisting and moaning…
Their captor left the vibrators running for a long time; so long, the batteries began to die in them.
He switched them off, making it look like he was being merciful.
“I’m still not seeing any sex”, he said…
Reluctantly, now having got some of their breath back, Sara and her companion started fondling each other. Suddenly, her companion’s hand vanished under her dress…
Sara started moaning under her hood. Her companion seemed quite experienced at how to pleasure a woman; their fingers were sliding in and out of her clit. It was her turn to be caught off guard…
Not to be out done, she reciprocated. With shock, she found out her companion was another woman…
Sara was straight. She’d have never slept with another woman. Why was this one turning her on so much? It must be the circumstances. Did she need to be in dire peril or in bondage to get turned on?
Before she thought about it too much, she pushed her fingers into the other woman, working them in and out. Moans then came from the other woman’s hood…
Both women came at roughly the same time, arching their backs and moaning loudly into their hoods. They then wrapped themselves around each other, exhausted…
They stayed that way all night. Nobody came along the alley, so nobody saw them in the garage.
Neither wanted to let the other go the next morning. They just stayed wrapped around each other for a long time. The only thing that made them have to move was Sara’s stomach growling…
“If you reach round to the back of your necks, you will find a button”, said the voice. “Press it. Your hoods will then give you liquid food and water. Just suck on the nozzle that pushes into your mouth to get it. The nozzle will retract again when you have used the food supply for the day.”
Both women did so, and had something to eat and drink, noting with disgust that the ‘nozzle’ was in the shape of a penis.
“Now, the area you are in is safe for the moment, but you’re not really being exhibitionists. There’s a church up the end of the road; have sex on one of the benches in the churchyard. If you do, I might consider letting you go.”
Sadly, Sara and her companion set of for the church…
They found a wooden bench that would take their weight and snuggled. The problem was, they were starting to enjoy it…
They were in the throes of a full-blown orgy when the churchwarden went past, walking her dog. She shrieked, making her dog bark repeatedly.
“Have you no shame!?”, she cried. “This is a place of peace, not debauchery and sex. Get out! Now!”
Sara and her companion, completely caught up in the moment, pulled her in with them…
“Help! Someone, help!”, she cried, vanishing under the pair.
Then Sara decided it would be fun to screw the churchwarden…
The screams brought the caretaker running, and he dragged the pair off of the churchwarden. He helped her into the church, calling the police on his mobile…
Sara and her companion had to make themselves scarce again, in a hurry…
They disappeared back to the garage that they had hidden in earlier. As they both sat down in there, there was a click. Their hoods unlocked.
“You have given me a really enjoyable time”, the voice said, “but I’m feeling generous today, so I’m letting you go. Good luck explaining everything to the police, however; your hoods may have unlocked, but your dresses are glued on. Also, if you look down, you’ll find they’ve gone completely transparent. Everything is on show…”
With a laugh, the man’s voice cut off, and there was a small smell of burning. He’d destroyed the radios in their hoods, so there was no way of tracing them back, or proving that the two women weren’t just a pair of perverts…
Sara took her hood off, as did the other woman.
They both started crying at the same time…
They knew each other. They were sisters…
“Oh god! Maggie! I’m so sorry, I didn’t have any choice!”
“It’s ok, Sara! I know. I was just about to apologise to you…!”
The sisters hugged. The only problem was, Maggie still fancied Sara…
“We’ve got to find some normal clothes to cover these dresses with!”, said Sara.
“There’s a charity shop by the church”, said Maggie. “I help out there from time to time. There’s a big junkpile of ‘rags’ out the back. Some of those will do.”
“Can we sneak in the back way?”
“Yes. There’s a gate at the end of this alley; they never remember to lock it.”
The sisters sneaked into the back of the charity shop and soon found a couple of suitable ankle-length women’s coats. They grabbed them quickly and put them on.
After that, it was a fairly simple job to head back to Sara’s flat.
As Sara was a bit ‘crafty’ (she was always making things and selling them online) she had some superglue remover at the flat, and the pair soon managed to remove their dresses and the undergarments which were also glued on.
Sara looked at the open crotch knickers with disgust. Maggie, not so much…
Unable to control herself anymore, Maggie kissed Sara.
“Fancy a shower?”, she asked. “I’ll scrub your back if you scrub mine…?”
Sara found herself taking Maggie into the shower…
After the ‘incident’, the two became firm friends, even closer than they had before. They behaved more like a married couple than sisters; the experience had really changed them. Maggie moved in with Sara; she left her apartment in town, preferring Sara’s place in the suburbs. Sara worked from home, as a writer; Maggie at client’s premises when she was needed. They also now had what they had needed the most… each other.