Cucked

Emily shivered under her Rattangrove wool blazer as the February winds cut through her coat shirt, and skin to freeze her very blood.

It’s worth it. She thought to herself. Just focus on tomorrow night. She lifted the plastic bag she was carrying until it rested against her left arm and shoulder. She hoped the plastic would block out the cold wind in a way the thick wool couldn’t, almost like a windbreaker. It didn’t help. Neither did the few inches of bare skin above her thick socks and below the hem of her skirt. She checked her phone: 2:46PM. The Rattangrove shuttle should have been here at half past two.

Steeling herself against the cold, Emily leaned out of the wooden bus shelter just enough to see up the long, winding road to where the Rattangrove Academy stood at the top of the hill. She couldn’t see the school because of the snow; on a clear day the roof of the library and the bell tower would have been visible from anywhere in Kellaton, the rest of the school hidden by trees. With the snow blowing straight into her eyes she could see maybe a hundred yards down the road; a single pair of headlamps was slowly approaching the shelter; their light yellow in contrast to the snowflakes.

Emily ducked back into the shelter. It had to be the shuttle. No-one else would brave that hill in this weather. She blinked twice to get the snowflakes off of her eyelashes and stamped her feet for warmth. She could hear the low rumble of the engine now, unmistakably the elderly, pale blue Rattangrove van that served as the students only real access to the village.

Emily supposed she could walk, or borrow one of the heavy, steel bikes that Rattangrove loaned to students; not in this weather, but maybe in the spring. Emily frowned. Getting down to the village was one thing, but she wouldn’t want to try and pedal back up that hill. It was steep, winding, and the road was cracked and broken from frost. No. The shuttle was really the only way. Which was a problem, because there was always someone waiting when the van got back, and invariably a girl, maybe two, got pulled aside for a search. One that Emily wasn’t sure that she would pass.

It wasn’t a strip search; not unless they found something on the initial rummage through your belongings that wasn’t supposed to be there. Emily had ridden the shuttle four times every weekend until she had gotten picked for a search. Open your shopping bags, turn out all your pockets, lift your skirt, and get a cursory pat-down. Emily’s stomach gave a twist as the van pulled up next to the curb with a squeal of brakes and a cloud of exhaust. There was no turning back now, she thought as she climbed onto one of the tattered vinyl benches, grateful for the warmth. She could probably pass a search, but the best defense was to avoid being searched altogether.

She had done all she could on that front. The Saturday before Valentines Day was busy, despite the cold. Rattangrove of course forbid any sort of ‘fraternization’ between students, but when you get a few hundred young adults, lock roughly half of them in chastity cages, and then put them in semi-private dorms, you get what you get. Most girls Emily knew had a sweetheart, or if they had a boyfriend at home, had an ‘arrangement’ with someone. Her old roommate Madison had seemingly had an arrangement with half the campus, though she had always had more than enough time for Emily herself. Regardless, while Rattangrove didn’t mark Valentines Day with anything more than pink paper streamers and tacky paper hearts in the common areas, it was a special day for most of Rattangrove’s student body’s student bodies.

Emily was counting on her Valentine’s Day being one to remember, which is why she was taking such a risk. She had a date tomorrow night. A special, Valentine’s date with Madison. They hadn’t exactly drifted apart this year; they still saw each other for lunches, and at meetings of the Red Cage Society, the occasional heavy petting session in one of the private study rooms in the library, and much to Emily’s dismay, when she came by Emily’s room to pick up her roommate Holly.

Holly wasn’t a bad roommate, really. She was just brash, cocky, domineering, a bit of a bully, and despite all of Rattangrove and Hartia’s rules, had never worn a chastity cage in her life. She was bigger than any girl Emily had ever seen before when she got hard, though admittedly, most trans girls that Emily had seen without cages had been in the Rattangrove Nurse’s Office on that special day each month when they all got their supervised ‘relief’. Near-permanent chastity had been nearly as unkind to those girls as it had to Emily. Still, Holly was bigger than even most boys that Emily had been with too. This, more than anything else, seemed to have captured Madison’s attention.

Emily tried not to feel jealous. “It’s just sex, Em. Don’t act like you didn’t hop into Khin’s bed every chance you got when we were in the same dorm.” Madison had told her. “Do you know how rare a girl with a cock like that is at Rattangrove?” Emily had to admit that she wasn’t wrong. The very few unlocked trans girls here tended to be the brown-nosed, strait-laced type that not only managed to convince their parents that impotency pills were enough, but actually took the damned things. Most of the girls here had either grown up with the cage like Emily, or had ended up in one due to past… missteps… like Khin and Aurora.

And it wasn’t like Emily hadn’t… taken it for a spin… but that had been… mostly… before Madison and Holly had made their little ‘arrangement’ such a regular thing. It wasn’t exactly jealousy; you really couldn’t be jealous with Madison; it was more just… envy? Madison shared her bed with lots of girls, many of them Emily’s friends, but this was different. This kept Emily up at night. This, admittedly, sometimes had Emily crawling into Holly’s bed to beg, to whimper needfully into Holly’s ear her need to feel what Madison felt when Holly lived out every one of Emily’s deepest fantasies.

But not tomorrow night. Emily had planned. She had prepared. She had laid this plan out in great detail. The mid-afternoon shuttle was always the busiest, meaning that the Docent who chose girls for pat-downs was less likely to pick her. She had chosen the coldest day she could; the searches were done quickly and outdoors. The cold would mean that if she were picked for a search the Docent would (hopefully) be in a hurry to get back indoors where it was warm. She had a shopping bag full of perfectly innocent items, with receipts, to show why she had gone to the village: makeup, snacks, lip balm, all things that the Campus Bookstore sold, but most girls bought down in the village because it was cheaper. On a first pass, she would seem perfectly innocent.

If she got unlucky though… well, that would go hard for her. She had bought some special Valentines surprises for Madison. Emily had found a gorgeous lace two-piece set in exactly the same shade of blue as Madison’s eyes, a barely-there sheer top with a matching lace thong. The panties were stuffed into the toe of Emily’s right shoe, while she was wearing the top under her school clothes. The fabric was thin enough that it didn’t show under her clothes, and even if she were patted down, she hoped it would feel like she was wearing her gym t-shirt under her formal white button-down. Technically that was a uniform violation, but Emily had never seen anyone actually get called out for it when it was cold. The real risk was the secret pocket in her blazer.

Khin had helped her sew it into the lining. A small pocket about three inches long and wide enough that you could fit a couple fingers inside. It was how the handful of girls at Rattangrove that took the risk of smoking kept cigarettes on them without drawing too much suspicion. In Emily’s case, it was holding a travel-size tube of Vaseline.

Rattangrove’s administration wasn’t stupid. They knew full well what their students got up to behind closed doors the moment they thought they could get away with it, and they did what they could to make it as difficult as possible. They sold lotions and creams on campus; but they either contained a numbing agent, like their famous post-spanking salve, or they contained some kind of mild irritant; unnoticeable on your skin, but very unpleasantly noticeable if you got it in your eye, or if somehow it ended up inside of you. Some girls made do with cooking oil, or even lard from the culinary program; others melted down lip balm with flip lighters; some tried to steal supplies from the Nurse’s Office.

Emily wasn’t a great liar. Not in the way Madison or Khin were; when they got caught, they would invariably try to bluff or even flat-out lie their way out of a problem. Sometimes it worked, more often Emily would end up rubbing salve into the extra welts or stripes they earned by trying to talk their way out of it. Emily wasn’t good at that sort of thing. She could have tried talking the cashier into selling her the lube; maybe flirt, show some skin, but if it didn’t work she’d have been reported to the school. That would have meant the cane. She’d thought about using a proxy buyer, or bribing the clerk, but in the end she had just shoplifted it. It wasn’t the most elegant plan, and she felt a bit bad about stealing, but it was the best plan she had.

Of course, that made the small plastic tube of petroleum jelly riding along in her armpit as the van slowly growled its way up the snowy hill back to campus doubly dangerous. She’d be whipped for bringing contraband onto school grounds of course, but the investigation wouldn’t stop there. They’d find out she’d stolen it, and that would mean a yellow cage, with all the headaches that brought…

Emily pushed it out of her mind. It was fine. She wouldn’t get caught. She resisted the urge to push the lube in between the seat cushions and leave it on the van. Instead, she made sure it was tucked away in its little pocket, checked to make sure that the lingerie under her uniform didn’t show, and sat up straight in her seat as the van reached the top of the hill and turned left onto Rattangrove’s circular main drive. There was no backing out now.

The van was about two-thirds full of Rattangrove students, eight girls, all pink-cheeked, damp from snow, and chilly in their matching blue blazers as it pulled up to the curb. The student nearest the door of the van, a tall, ashen-haired girl Emily didn’t know, pushed the doors open with a protesting creak and the cold rushed in to meet them as they climbed out onto the deserted cobblestones in front of the Great Hall. Emily didn’t know the name of the woman who was waiting for them, but stood in a row with the other seven as she left the warmth of the Hall and made her way down the steps, but she had been the ‘greeter’ when Emily had visited Kellaton in the past. She was stout, about Emily’s height, somewhere in her mid-fifties, with tawny-brown hair slowly giving way to grey. She gave the assembled group a curt nod and began her inspection.

Emily did her best to keep her teeth from chattering as she stood up straight and opened her shopping bags for inspection, as did the rest of the group. The Docent made her way down the line. Pausing in front of each girl and rummaging through their shopping with a keen eye. Emily tried to keep her eyes fixed on the steps of the Great Hall as the woman snooped through the small items in the thin white shopping bag Emily held out. Don’t watch. Don’t look worried. Don’t act like someone with something to hide. The woman moved on after a moment to the student on Emily’s left.

After a minute, satisfied with her cursory examination, the woman pointed to the girl on Emily’s left; a thin girl with dark curly hair that hung down to her shoulders. “You there. Further inspection inside. The rest of you get out of the cold, for goodness’ sake!” Emily followed the group as they rushed to the shelter of their dormitories, no longer cold as a warm relief flooded through her.

When she got back to her room, Emily hung her now-sodden jacket on the back of the door. Holly was out, and she had the room to herself. Quickly, Emily changed out of her wet clothes and into her gym clothes. Rattangrove didn’t allow pyjama pants or sweatpants even in the dorms, so it was almost always warm enough to be comfortable in a thin t-shirt and shorts. Emily tossed the bag full of convenient distraction purchases on her bed, and slid the lube out of its hidden compartment in her blazer. Suddenly nervous about being walked in on, she rolled the tube up inside a pair of white Rattangrove summer socks. She wouldn’t wear them again until April, and neither would Holly. A room inspection was an extremely remote danger; neither Holly nor Emily were considered ‘problem students’ so unless the school got a hot tip that they were up to no good, truly random searches almost never happened.

What to do with the lingerie though… Emily hesitated. A part of her still couldn’t believe she had actually gotten away with it, and she admittedly hadn’t planned this far ahead. Then an idea struck. Emily grabbed an empty cardboard box from the trash, slid the lingerie inside, and carefully wrapped it with a flyer for a cookie fundraiser for the Fencing Club. It wasn’t exactly wrapping paper, but at least it was pink. She improvised a ribbon and bow from one of the shoelaces of her soccer cleats, and set the gift on top of her dresser. It would take a cold-hearted RA indeed to make her unwrap a gift, and if it were really suspicious, would she just have left it in plain sight like that? Feeling altogether far too pleased with herself, Emily turned off the lamp and left the room to join the rest of her quad in the common room.

The next day dragged by. There were no classes to break up the monotony, no structure to help the day pass. Emily had chapters to read and papers to write but her attention was almost solely fixed on her cage. her tiny clit was alternating between straining desperately against the steel of her cage to limp, leaky, and positively aching to be touched. She was sure that someone would smell it; that drippy need slowly saturating the front of her panties; but no-one said a word. At last it was noon, and she headed across campus to the cafeteria; Madison never joined them for lunch on Sundays, she had a study group so it was just Aurora and Khin waiting for her in the cafeteria.

Khin greeted her with a wink and patted the chair next to her. “Happy Valentines Day, Em!” She smirked over her mug of tea. “Everything all set?” The blue-haired girl had always been the most confident, as well as the most enigmatic member of their little crew; even when she had been in the black cage last year. Now that she was slowly working her way back into the school’s good graces, she was more confident than ever, though she’d be in her red cage until the start of Fall Semester, even with perfect behaviour.

Emily smiled, a genuine confidence and pride filling her chest. “It was no sweat. Hid the lube in the little pocket we sewed, tucked the panties in my shoe, and just wore the top under my shirt. The old biddy at the door didn’t even pat me down. Everything’s safe and sound back in my room and I’m all set for tonight.” Emily was seldom the one with an audacious tale to tell at the table, and she was going to savour it.

Aurora gave her a smile from across the table. They had put the awkwardness of their awful first day at Rattangrove long behind them. “So… Big plans? As if I couldn’t guess…” She fluttered her eyelids melodramatically and, in a sing-song voice crooned “Oh Maddy! You are the treasure of my heart! Won’t you take this lovely lingerie as a totally-not-a-bribe to pound my slutty little prostate with your fingers so we can celebrate our lov-OUCH! Hey! No fair!”

Aurora pulled her leg up onto the chair and rubbed her shin where Emily had none-too-gently kicked her. “Keep your voice down, ‘Rora! For fuck’s sake!” Emily hissed as Aurora grinned at a giggling Khin.

“Better watch your tongue, Emmy!” Aurora scolded her, drawing her other leg up onto the chair and sitting cross-legged to avoid any further kicks under the table. “Be a shame if you missed your big night because you were getting your mouth washed out with soap for cussing in the cafeteria.” They might have patched things up, but Aurora could still be aggressively irritating.

Emily risked a quick look back over her shoulder. The coast looked clear enough. “Listen!” She kept her voice down; louder than a whisper but soft enough she didn’t think anyone apart from the three of them would hear it. “I went way out of my way for this. Don’t fu-… Don’t mess this up for me!” She bit off the curse on the off-chance an especially sharp-eared RA from another dorm was sitting at a nearby table. She didn’t recognize any of the girls sitting nearby but Rattangrove was a reasonably big school and you could never really be sure who might be an RA from a dorm you didn’t have any friends in.

“Leave her be, ‘Rora” Khin told Aurora, who was still grinning at Emily and drumming on her knees with her hands. “I’m proud of her. She did the Society proud today. Even if it’s just for her and Maddy, I’ll make sure it gets out that a sophomore snuck lingerie onto campus for Valentine’s; it all helps the cause.”

“What about the two of you?” Emily asked as she unwrapped a chicken salad sandwich on her tray.

“My building is doing a Secret Valentine blind dating thing.” Aurora said with mild distaste. “I’m meeting my date at seven, in the little coffee place next to the library. Might be fun. Still better than nothing.” She shrugged and went back to her lunch.

“Doesn’t sound so bad.” Khin commented before turning to Emily. “I’m meeting someone from the Society. We’ve been… a thing… for a few weeks now.” She smiled and flushed slightly.

“And if they decide to get married, Khin might actually tell us her name.” Aurora snorted. “C’mon Khin. I get the plausible deniability/Secret Society bit, but if you’re dating somebody we deserve to know.”

Khin hesitated.

“We’re your friends Khin! C’mon!” Aurora pressed her.

Khin let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. It’s Samantha. Happy?”

Aurora whistled. “Oh niiiiiiiiiice. The one with the pink hair and the nice legs?”

Khin nodded.

“So, what’s the plan then?” Emily asked.

“I’m making dinner back at the dorms. Just spaghetti. Nothing fancy. Then maybe watch a movie back in my room?”

Aurora snickered. “Uh huh. Your room, where your roommate is conveniently out for the evening?”

Khin actually blushed at that. “She has other plans tonight. I think she’s seeing someone over in Cherrywood Dorms.” Khin turned to Emily. “What about your roomie, Em? Holly, isn’t it? Did you manage to get rid of her?”

Emily nodded. Holly had given her a knowing look and a smirk, but had said she would make other arrangements. Well… her actual words were “You’re gonna make me go out to find someone else to dump my V-Day load into?” but Emily wasn’t going to tell either of her friends that. She and Holly were very infrequent partners despite sharing a room, and Holly was always careful to make sure she finished before Emily was able to. God forbid Princess Holly got caught making Emily cream her cage and got locked up herself for a month or two. Emily had her needs, but there were nicer ways to meet them than a quick, rough, spit-lubed butt fucking from someone who was already sleeping with your crush.

“She said she had plans.” Emily answered, evenly. “She’ll have a lovely Valentine’s Day, I’m sure.” Unlike her poor date, who’s gonna have a sore ass and a raging case of blue balls for the rest of the night, she mused to herself. The trio sat and talked and laughed as the snow continued to fall, blanketing Rattangrove in a thick, white blanket. Nervous energy filled the campus, as most of the campus made plans for a special night, in once way or another.

When Emily got back to her room, Holly still wasn’t around. Emily stripped nude and headed for the shower. She turned the water on full-blast and uncomfortably hot, then she began to scrub. She exfoliated, she plucked, she shaved, she took a pomace stone and scrubbed at the calluses where her soccer cleats rubbed at her feet. She spent more than an hour in the shower making sure that every inch of her was soft, pink, hairless, and perfect.

Out of the shower she moisturized; she stripped and repainted her toenails and fingernails; she brushed and flossed; she made sure her eyebrows were perfect, she even trimmed her nose hair. She picked out her cleanest pairs of socks and panties, skipped a bra, and slipped on a t-shirt with her lightweight Rattangrove school skirt. Then she started on her hair and makeup.

By the time six o’clock rolled around, she looked and felt stunning. The Rattangrove clothes weren’t the most flattering, but with the t-shirt tucked into her skirt it hugged her slim form in a way that made her look at least cute. Emily tried a twirl in the mirror and smiled back at herself. Everything was falling into place. She pulled the small tube of Vaseline from its hiding place in her sock drawer and tucked it into the hem of her skirt, put Madison’s gift on the bed, and sat down to wait.

She didn’t have to wait long. A little more than ten minutes later there was a soft rapping on the door. A moment later Madison pushed the door open. “Hey Em? You decent?” She stopped in the doorway. “Oh… wow! Emmy! You look so good!” Madison smiled broadly from the doorway. “I brought dinner!” She said, closing the door behind her and holding up a white paper bag from the burger place on the other side of campus. “The fries might be a bit soggy, with the cold, but it should be fine!” She walked over and plopped onto the bed next to Emily, grabbed the smaller girl by the chin, and treated her to a very gentle kiss. “You even smell amazing tonight, Emily…” she breathed, their lips just a fraction of an inch apart, before she went in for another kiss.

Emily felt her cage tighten to the point where it actually hurt. This. This made it all worthwhile. She put her hand on Madison’s chilly knee and slowly slid it up her leg.

“Hey now! None of that yet! I’m serious – these fries are on their last leg. If we don’t eat them now, they’ll just be sad, cold, greasy potato strings. Dinner first!” Madison laughed as she grabbed Emily’s wrist in one hand and reached into the paper bag with the other. She pulled out a foil-wrapped burger that smelled temptingly of melted cheese, grilled onions, and ketchup. “I think this one is yours – extra pickles.” She passed the burger to Emily before reaching back into the bag.

Emily picked a video at random off of YouTube. A scathing takedown review of a movie she and Madison had seen last month. They ate in relative silence, as much stealing glances at each other as they were watching the video. Madison looked… honestly wonderful. Yes, Emily thought she always looked wonderful, but they had lived together for the better part of a year. She knew when Madison was really putting in the effort for a date, and when she wasn’t. By her measurements, Madison was putting in a solid B effort tonight. Like she was courting a new conquest but one she knew she wouldn’t have to try too hard to convince. Emily smiled to herself as she ate. Madison really did see this as a date! Finally, when the last of the quite-good hamburgers and quite-cold French fries were eaten, Madison balled up the garbage and tossed the bag across the small room into the trash.

The room got quiet.

Emily’s heart thudded in her chest. She hadn’t been with Madison… not in that way… since she had visited her in the summer. They’d fooled around a little, catching a few moments away for some kissing and heavy petting, but not in the way that Emily wanted. The way she craved.

Madison was the one to break the silence. She pointed at the small pink box resting on Emily’s pillow at the head of the bed. “Is that for me?” She asked.

Emily nodded and handed it over to her. She folded her hands behind her back so Madison couldn’t see how nervous she was as she gently untied the bow made of shoelaces and peeled back the paper. She watched Madison’s eyes widen as she pulled the lacy garments from the box and laid them out on the bed. “Oh, Emily…” Madison breathed. “It’s beautiful.” She smiled at Emily and kissed her on the nose. “I can guess what you’d like for tonight, can’t I?”

Emily sputtered and reached for the Vaseline in her waistband. It felt so… inadequate. It would do the job, but Madison deserved proper lube like they’d had last year. Emily didn’t have the kind of money Khin’s “smugglers” demanded for the good stuff. She also didn’t need to think too hard to know how Madison had afforded a seemingly endless supply of it. “I… I was thinking…” Emily stammered.

Madison laughed and leaned in for a kiss. The first ones had been light, teasing, just an appetiser. This was more like the first bite of the main course. Emily’s clit strained for a moment before settling on ‘limp, leaky, and aching’ in her cage. “We’ll see about you getting what you want. I can see you went to a lot of trouble, but so did I…” Madison opened her shirt; she wasn’t wearing a bra; she guided one of Emily’s trembling hands to cup her right breast. “I have a special surprise for you, Emmy. Maybe not quite what you want, but definitely what you need. But you have to trust me. Can you do that for me?”

Mutely, Emily nodded. She would do whatever Madison wanted in this moment. “Lie back on the bed.” The tall blonde told her, buttoning her shirt. Emily laid back on the pillows as Madison went to her dresser and pulled out three pairs of Emily’s knee socks. Gently, Madison tied Emily’s wrists and ankles to the bedframe. Strapping her down tight. “Struggle for me, Em.” Madison teased. “Really try to break free.”

Thirty seconds of concerted effort produced no meaningful results. Madison clearly had done this before, Emily mused, just as Madison wrapped a sock around her eyes. “Lift up for me so I can tie it in the back.” Madison instructed, then cinched the blindfold down tight. Emily was helpless. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t move, she was completely at Madison’s mercy.

“Let me go get changed, Em.” Madison’s lips were suddenly brushing Emily’s own. “I have a wonderful surprise for you.” She didn’t kiss her, but instead she seized Emily’s bottom lip in her teeth and slowly bit down. Not enough to draw blood, but enough for an electric shock to run down Emily’s spine and make her struggle against her bonds. She was still gasping when she heard the bathroom door close.

Waiting was awful. She might be blind but she could still hear. She could hear the shuffle of fabric as Madison changed. She heard Madison’s phone chime. She heard the muffled conversation from the common room on the other side of the door, and the barely-perceptible moans coming through the wall from the room next door. Finally, her heart skipped a beat as she heard the bathroom door open and the SNAP of the light switch as Madison turned off the bathroom light. Emily’s eyes could see naught but sock, but in her mind’s eye she could see Madison standing there at the end of her bed, dressed in the lingerie Emily had scrimped, and saved, and plotted, and quite literally risked her ass for. She looked breathtaking.

Then Emily heard the front door of her room open and close.

“Hey, babe. Looks like she’s all ready.” A voice said.

It…

It was Holly.

Emily struggled against her restraints, and thrashed her head against the pillow, trying to get free, to dislodge the blindfold, something. Before she could more than begin to fight, she felt Madison’s hands. One on her cheek, the other on her stomach. Emily stilled, and Madison’s hand moved from her stomach down to her cage.

“I want you to trust me, Emmy. I know it’s not exactly what you had planned, but I want to make this really good for you, okay?” Madison’s voice was soft, soothing. “Can you be a good girl for me? If you behave, I think you can have a special treat later.” Her hand slid from Emily’s cage down to her throbbing orbs, and she have them a gentle squeeze. “I know you put a lot of effort into tonight, but so did I. Trust me?” Her hand didn’t move. Madison quite literally had her by the bells. After a moment to think it over, Emily nodded.

Madison gave her one more squeeze before Emily felt her move onto the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. Through the blindfold she was a dark grey blur, her shadow falling across the fabric, giving Emily just a hint of her outline, but no more. Madison guided Emily’s hips up, and gathered her skirt up around her waist. Emily felt her fingers glide over the smooth fabric of her panties. “So leaky already…” Madison cooed. This tone of her voice, the gentle teasing, awoke something in Emily that she wasn’t at all ready to admit to yet, but her body responded. She could feel the familiar trickle from her clit that meant she was hopelessly excited.

Emily felt Madison’s weight shift on the bed, and felt her soft touch as she pushed Emily’s panties to the side. She squirmed and whimpered as she felt Madison’s soft breath on the aching skin around her cage. Her mouth must be right there… so close… so close to… the small steel button that denied her so much of what her body demanded in this moment. Emily’s hips bucked and she fought her wrist restraints as what could only be Madison’s tongue gently twirled over the tiny nub of skin that poked through the tip of her cage. This was intolerable, but she never wanted it to stop.

“Mmmm… it’s been a while since you’ve felt me like that, hasn’t it, Em?” Madison kissed her way slowly along the inside of Emily’s left thigh. “Do you still wonder about how it would feel without the cage? Do you miss me so desperately? Lying in bed, wondering what I’m doing? Who I’m doing?”

“N-no…” Emily managed before Madison’s lips moved below her button and left a trail of tiny kisses along her freshly-shaved bells, making her gasp.

“No?” Madison teased her, “Holly, would you like to weigh in on this one?”

Emily gritted her teeth at the mention of her now-despised roommate’s name. Don’t tell her, Holly. Leave me that tiny bit of dignity, I beg you! She thought. She was still just proud enough not to beg out loud.

She heard Holly chuckle. “Oh, she misses you bad, Maddy. She’s usually too proud to beg for it, but when she crawls into my bed, she always wants the same thing. She wants me to describe how it feels to fuck you, as I’m fucking her.”

“Why Emily!” Madison’s voice was filled with badly-faked surprise. “Are you really so curious? Is that really what you have Holly do? Tell our naughty secrets from our time together? Invade our privacy just to get off?”

Holly laughed again. “Oh, she doesn’t get off. I’m not risking ending up in a cage just to get the little slut off. I tell her all the lurid details, and then put a load in her when she’s starting to get close. I don’t know if you’re as good as Emily imagines you are, but it’s pretty damned good.”

Emily groaned miserably. She hated hearing about it, but her stupid clitty knew what she wanted and apparently all that Little Emily wanted to hear about was just how good Madison felt while someone with her freedom was enjoying what Emily never had and almost certainly never would.

“Would you like that Em?” Madison’s voice was gentle, and her hand sought Emily’s own. “That’s my gift to you. You can hear Holly describe exactly how it feels to fuck me, in real time. She’ll describe every little sensation, but there’s a catch. You don’t get to watch. Holly gets to see me in this gorgeous little outfit you bought me, but you won’t. You can listen, and ask questions, but the blindfold stays on. Be a good girl for me, and I might let you have a little treat.”

Emily fought with herself for a moment. She… She wasn’t really considering this, was she? She still had her pride… she wasn’t going to lie here like some suburban cuckold husband while Madison… she felt her cage twitch, felt herself leak, and even through the blindfold she could smell her own excitement. Yes, she really did want this. Goddamn it.

“Alright.” Emily breathed. “Go ahead.”

Madison gave her cage another quick kiss; Emily felt the pressure as her clit was pushed downward, and heard Madison’s lips smack wetly against the metal, but she felt nothing. Then Madison got up off the bed, and Emily bit her tongue as she heard Madison and Holly kiss.

“You have great taste, Em.” Holly’s voice wasn’t mocking. She seemed to be taking her role seriously. “The blue was an incredible choice. The panties line up perfectly with where Maddy shaved her pubes. It’s just a little landing strip, the way I like.” Emily forced herself to relax her arms and stop tugging on the restraints. “The top is so pretty too – it covers just enough skin, and it leaves Maddy’s stomach completely exposed.” Emily heard them kiss again. “Madison tastes…” She heard her pause. “I was going to say she tastes amazing, but mostly she just tastes like fast food burgers.”

“Oh shut up and get on the bed.” Madison scolded.

Emily laid there, blind, caged, and desperate as Holly described undressing Madison, described her smooth skin, her soft hair, and her firm bottom. Emily kept it together until she heard Holly gasp.

“Oh god, Emily… her mouth… she’s so gentle, but she knows exactly what I like. She’s running her tongue along the bottom and it…. Hnnnngggg… it feels like the way you do it, but gentler. Softer. And when she goes all the way down…”

Emily heard Madison gagging.

“Her throat is so tight. It’s the big difference between the two of you. Maddy can throat me, and it feels so fucking good. You do a pretty good job, Em. You really do, but Madison’s throat is almost as tight as her pussy, and I admire someone with this kind of talent.” Holly snickered. “Not like you’d be big enough without the cage to even reach the back of her mouth. You’d need another couple inches at least to feel what I’m feeling now.”

Emily hated the way her cage was dripping. The sound of Madison being put through her paces, Holly’s running commentary, and even the mockery of her own… petite… member was really working for her. She tried to relax, tried to just enjoy it, but the humiliation made every muscle in her body tight; she felt stressed like the night before final exams, and Holly just kept talking.

“Heh… Y’know Maddy told me you’ve never had something like this before. Never had anything more than your own greased up palm. I don’t even know how to describe how good this feels to a locked little virgin like you; however good you think it is, however spectacular you dream it is, it’s better. And it’s nowhere near as good as fucking her.”

Emily whimpered, which made Madison laugh. “Do you want to hear that, Emmy? Do you want her to describe just what it’s like to fuck me?”

Emily nodded. “Yes… Yes please.” She whispered.

Emily heard the bed creak as they adjusted positions, and then Holly’s moan and a soft, wet sound as she slid inside. “Mmmm.” Holly moaned gently. “I love having Maddy ride me like this. I can play with her boobs… I can grab her ass…” this was accompanied by a moan from Madison. “You’d never know though, Emmy. You need to have a certain size to make this position work.” Emily lay in delicious agony for a long minute, listening to the bed creak, and Holly and Madison’s moans.

“D-describe it… please.” Emily managed, earning her a laugh from Holly and a giggle from Madison.

Holly’s voice was patient; thoughtful. “How do I describe something like this to a little fist-humper like you. Imagine if your hand was made of the softest, slickest velvet. Imagine if you could feel Madison’s every shiver, every breath, every movement through your hard shaft as you slide in and out of her.” Holly stopped speaking and let out a loud moan. “Yeah, good point, Maddy. Imagine that when you’re doing a good job fucking her, Madison clamped down on you, really gripping down like the softest, wettest hand you can imagine. Imagine all that, but you have this view… the most gorgeous girl at Rattangrove, in a very sexy outfit, riding you, her tits just inches from your nose…”

Emily whimpered. She closed her eyes and let Holly’s words take her there. She could smell their lust, could match the rhythm of Holly’s thrusts by the sound of the bedsprings, she knew that as she strained all her clit was feeling was the metal pushing back, but she could just cling to the fantasy that it was Madison riding her, she could hold onto that as long as Holly kept talking.

“Hey babe? I’m uh… getting kinda close. I know we’re doing this for Emily and all, but it’s really working for me.” Holly’s voice changed tone entirely. Her soft, breathy, mocking tone she had used for Emily replaced by a more matter-of-fact tone for Madison.

“Don’t cum yet. Let’s take a break.” Madison instructed. Emily heard her get off the bed with Holly, and her heart leapt as she felt Madison join her on her own bed. Madison crawled onto the bed, then knelt with her knees beside Emily’s shoulders. “Lick me.” Madison instructed as she pressed her freshly-fucked pussy down onto Emily’s mouth. Emily, grateful for any distraction from the absolute firestorm raging in her cage, lapped at her gratefully. Madison was soaked. Emily didn’t think that even at her best, even with the strap-on, she had ever gotten Madison this excited. And it wasn’t just Madison she could taste. She could taste Holly’s excitement nearly as strongly. Not an unfamiliar taste, but not the heavenly nectar that was Madison’s own flavour.

Madison rocked back and forth on her face and Emily could feel her rising excitement, her hips going from a rocking motion, to thrusting, and finally to bucking. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck! Madison sighed as she came; Emily slowed her licking and switched to gentle kisses as Madison came down from her orgasm. Finally, Madison fell backwards gently, her shoulder blades landing on Emily’s midriff, and her head on the mattress next to Emily’s cage.

“Oh, did I miss that, Emmy.” Madison sighed. She gently gripped Emily’s cage and waggled it back and forth. “Holly has you beat where it counts, but nobody can eat me like you do. You have a gift for it.”

“Uh huh.” Holly sounded less than pleased. “Well, are you ready for a little more ‘where it counts’?”

“Don’t pout.” Madison scolded as she got up off the bed. “Emily would kill to trade places with you.” Emily heard the bed creak as Madison rejoined Holly. “What do you think, Emmy? Do you want Holly to describe doggy style to you? Or missionary?”

And so it went. Holly would fuck Madison, describing every tiny detail, and Madison would stop Holly before she came, then bully Emily gently while Holly got her stamina back. It was probably only half an hour, but it felt much, much longer. The sound of Madison’s whimpers and moans; the breathy play-by-play from Holly, and the smell of their sex. Emily just laid on her back and took in what she could.

Finally, Madison rejoined Emily on the bed. “No complaints Emmy? Your ankles and wrists aren’t going numb?” Emily shook her head. “You took this very well.” Madison continued, her fingers gently tracing around Emily’s navel. “Would you like your treat?”

“Yes please…” Emily whispered; her mouth dry.

“Alright. I’m going to let you watch. And for being such a good sport with all this, I’m going to let Holly fuck me in the ass. She’s been at me all semester about it, and I think both my good girls deserve a treat.”

Emily whimpered at the thought, but Madison wasn’t done. “I’m going to take off this lovely little outfit you bought me first, Emmy. Do you know why?” Emily shook her head. She was going with this, wherever it led. “Because locked little cucks with clitties too tiny for me to fuck don’t get to see me in lingerie.” Emily whimpered, and she felt her cage jump. “Mmmm…” Madison purred. “I thought you’d like that. Say it for me, Emmy. Why don’t you get to see me in lingerie?”

Emily swallowed, licked her lips, and struggled for a moment to find her voice. “Because locked cucks don’t get to see that?” She managed, at last.

“Mhm… Madison’s hand stroked her stomach gently. “And?”

“And… because even if I were out… I’m too small to fuck.” Emily hated the words as she said them.

“There’s my good girl.” Madison said just before she kissed her on the mouth. Deeply. Emily could taste Holly’s cock on Madison’s lips just as she could before, but she didn’t mind. “Let me go get changed, and we’ll get you out of these restraints.”

A few minutes later, Emily knelt, nude, on the carpet next to Holly’s bed.

“Holy fuck, Emily…” Holly whispered, her voice raspy from talking all night. “If you thought her pussy was good, let me tell you about her ass…”

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