Bound Friends Pt. 02

"Well if you see something you like meet me back here, this might take a while," Lea warned. Sophia doubled back but Megan and Andrea stuck around. They were both getting used to being naked, particularly around so many other naked people. It was even a bit of a turn-on when they noticed someone checking them out.

Sophia returned wearing a tight silvery halter mini-dress. It certainly didn't hide much but it was much better than how she had been. As she returned she saw Megan helping Lea into a steel boned leather corset. "Wow, that's a lot more elaborate than mine," she said as she couldn't help but admire the hourglass figure it was forcing out of her friend. It was a full bust corset with four buckles up its front and laces in the back currently being tied off by Megan. She already had on a matching leather skirt with two more buckles down the front of it exactly matching her top. The only other addition came in the form of knee high boots with 4" heels. They had matching material and buckles to the corset and created quite the imposing sight, she now towered over Megan and Andrea and was just about even with Sophia.

"Ah, now I feel properly dressed, shall we see what this place has to offer?" Lea asked rather rhetorically. Her three friends followed behind.

Moving out onto the main floor for the first time showed just how large and packed this place was. There was a main dance floor, complete with people in hanging cages, but it actually took up very little of the overall space, sharing the front-left quarter of the warehouse with what looked like a bar. Against the very far wall was a single pair of double doors, presumably leading to a private room or maybe staff areas. Throughout the remaining three quarters of the warehouse were rows and columns of what looked almost like display areas, or maybe zones. The floor of the warehouse was buffed concrete, but throughout most of the main floor there were square patches of padded carpet, some bigger some smaller. Each seemed to have something going on, there was always at least one person there in a blue shirt, and generally quite a few onlookers. Many had equipment set up like a cage or frame or bench, the ones closest to the dance floor had pillaries that at the moment sat empty. Lea started walking towards the rows of carpeted patches and the others simply followed.

It was like walking down some perverse trade show, only instead of a new product on display it was people, each with a wristband. There was no physical walls or boundaries, but the carpeting made it clear to everyone where the "zone" starts. As they got closer they could also see that there was a sign at the top of a pole in front of each carpeted area. It gave a title at the top in big bold letters on a blue background. Below that on each sign was a red column and a green column, each listing off what should be expected and allowed presumably and each with a price below. Andrea was very glad she had spent such time looking over that checklist, because they were rather spartan in their description and she might not have known what some of it was talking about.

"That looks interesting," Andrea said pointing to an area near the front where a man and several women lay very tightly hogtied on the floor. "'Hogtie Challenge,' sounds exciting" she said as she read the title of the sign. "It says they have two minutes to tie you up, you then have two minutes to get free or they start adding more rope and don't untie you for a half hour." That's all Andrea had to hear as she walked onto the carpet.

The moment her wrist crossed onto the carpet it began to beep. "Sorry, you need to tap your wristband to the sign," said a man in a blue shirt with "staff" written on it. Her bracelet beeped once she did. Then the screen changed to show a green counter indicating only one person and a big "confirm" button at the bottom. She pressed it and walked onto the carpet.

There was another loud beep as a new timer with her name below it started on the monitor at the far side of the carpet, counting down from 2 minutes. Before Andrea had much time to register he had started. He worked fast with his rope, starting by coiling rope above her elbows and anchoring it to her shoulders. Next he tied her wrists, wrapping around several times before cinching and tieing off the rope leaving several feet of unused slack. Carefully he set her on her stomach and began just as speedily tying her ankles. As the clock wore down he picked up the extra feet of slack from her wrists, pulled it around her ankle ropes and secured it to her elbow ropes. He barely had time to tie the rope off before the timer reached zero and he had to back off.

None of what he did was particularly strict, but it didn't have to be. She could barely feel the knot for her ankles and the knot for her wrists were all the way up at her elbows. She tried shuffling around, moving her weight around to better reach her legs. With some effort she had flipped onto her side and could much more easily reach, but she also could see from this angle the timer she believed was hers, giving her less than a minute left. She slowly undid the knot and began to unwrap the cinch when the timer went off, indicating she had failed.

Just as quickly as before, the man undid what little progress had been made. He added rope at the knees, locking her legs together. He added rope at her waist, pinning her arms to her torso. He added another rope to her wrist coil and attached it to the coil he made at her knees, keeping her arms unable to reach her ankles. Finally he re-tied much tighter the original rope running from her wrists to her ankles to her elbows. Andrea was back on her stomach now, but unlike before she didn't feel she had the ability to move to her side. She looked back as best she could at her timer that was now counting down from 30 minutes.

Andrea's friends were looking on with bemusement. They were distracted not only with the speed at which she was tied but how securely she was re-tied. As Lea and Sophia were still looking on, Megan without saying a word signed up with her bracelet as Andrea had and walked onto the carpet.

The rigger was just as fast, tieing Megan almost identically to Andrea. Megan thought this might give her a leg up since she knew what was coming, and she did get as far as beginning to unwrap her main ankle coil but still ran out of time just as Andrea had. After being secured identically to her friend, Lea and Sophia decided to finally chime in.

"Since you're both going to be a while, I'm going to go mingle at the bar. Sophia, would you care to join me?" Lea said with a slightly smug tone knowing there really was no way Andrea or Megan could workably object.

"I'd love to," Sophia said, in a manner quite clearly meant to mock her friends for their inability to join in. "We'll meet you back here, don't go anywhere."

****

Sophia followed her friend as they made their way past the exhibits along the periphery of the dancehall and to the bar. It was much more crowded there as people sipped their drinks and mingled. There were tall tables scattered around, each with a small touchscreen menu like the kinds that were standard now in more and more places. Looking the menus over they had a reasonable number of choices, but alcohol was not one of them. "Play Sober" the menu said on the sidebar right below the order button. "Just as well," Lea thought, "they probably wouldn't serve me anyways."

"Wow, may I just say that's an amazing get-up you have there," said a somewhat older man as he walked up to their table with a half finished drink in his hand. He had thinning brown hair, he was dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts, and while he wasn't out of shape, the years had clearly taken their appropriate due for someone who looked to be pushing 40. "You two together?"

"Well we came together but we're not really 'together' together." Lea explained, a little befuddled but still able to pretend to be confident. She wasn't fully sure what they were any more. They weren't quite simple friends, they were closer than that and she simply loathed the term "friends with benefits." So she figured this was an easier answer, and one that Sophia wouldn't take issue with.

"While I'm Paul. Can I get you two ladies something to drink?"

"I'm Lea, this is Sophia. I could go for a diet Coke. How about you Sophia?"

"I'm fine."

"Alright," Paul said, selecting a diet coke from the menu along with another sparkling water for himself.

"Hey Paul, are you going to introduce me?" said a similarly dressed but much taller man as he invited himself to the table and set down his empty glass. He was either much younger or in much better shape, his auburn hair was much fuller, his face much more youthful and his muscles had actual definition. He was clearly not young but he certainly still looked good, especially in comparison to his friend.

"Sorry about that. Tom, this is Lea and Sophia." Paul said as he finished ordering to point out who he was introducing.

"Hi, you two from around here?"

"No, we're from a town a few hours down.. you know what you probably wouldn't have heard of it." Lea answered.

"This is our first time at one of these kinds of things," let out out Sophia nervously trying to enter the conversation. It wasn't like her to be nervous but she was starting to feel a little overwhelmed, like a kid who snuck a seat at the grown-up's table just in time for them to start talking politics.

"Oh, well that makes the leather that much more impressive. Not a lot of first timers would get something like that," Paul said to Lea, giving her one more look over with his eyes.

"Well I've kind of wanted something like this for a long time," Lea said as she ran her hands down her side and rested them on her hips. "I guess I only needed an excuse. I needed to buy something to wear while I'm here and I just figured 'while I'm here.'"

"What about you, are you from around here?" Sophia asked Tom.

"No, Paul and I move around a lot. We do a lot of international business, managing cargo ships, so you can't really be in one place for too long." Tom replied, leaning in a bit more. "We're really all over the place, at least anywhere with a major port."

Sophia found all this fascinating. He continued on about his work sending him abroad occasionally, Singapore, Rotterdam, Dubai, Hong Kong. She had always wished she could travel more but her family's idea of a "long trip" was the once a year thanksgiving trip back to visit her relatives in Syracuse. She listened to every word, thinking about how glamorous it all sounded. As he finished speaking her mind was still distracted. When her mind finally stopped daydreaming, it returned to notice he had stopped talking.

"Hello? I asked if you're seeing anyone?" Tom asked, once he had Sophia's attention again.

"Sorry," she apologized, "I got lost in thought." She did have a boyfriend, but things had gotten a little distant, especially over the last week. She had discovered this new side of herself and Scott didn't seem the least bit interested to hear about it when she tried to bring it up. She hadn't broken it off but she wasn't very happy, and didn't exactly feel like he was over the moon either. She was beginning to feel he was a bit boring, and that his mind was always anywhere else recently but on her. When she tried suggesting they go somewhere this weekend, before she even started saying what it was he said he couldn't because he was "hanging with the boys" this weekend. She worried he was taking her for granted. So she decided to lie, at least for tonight. "Not at the moment," she replied after a slight pause. He let out a grin at that answer and she couldn't help but blush at the attention. Lea raised an eyebrow but stayed out.

"Here we go," Paul said loud enough to get Tom and Sophia to look over. Approaching the table was a woman with the tray of drinks, but that was not what Sophia noticed. She was decked out in metal. She wore a dull metal collar as well as metal cuffs at the wrists, thighs, elbows and ankles. She wore a metal chastity belt and two half-spheres held over each breast by chains. More and more chains seemed to connect from everything to everything else. Her steps were limited, her hands kept close together and locked to a chain running from collar to ankle chain. She was clearly being trotted out like some kind of slave waitress, this club certainly didn't do half-measures. She never looked any of them in the eye, she simply set the two drinks down and waddled off to wherever it is she came from.

Sophia decided to quit the small talk with this somewhat attractive and very worldly man, to live a little. She put her hand on his and simply asked "want to go dance?"

"Sure, you two want to join us?" Tom asked looking at his friend and Lea.

"No I think I'll just stay here, not much for dancing," Lea said as she quickly went back to whatever conversation it was she had been having with that other man.

The two of them walked towards the dance floor. As they walked one of the cages were being raised, this time with two people in it. Sophia couldn't help but watch.

"Want to rent one?" Tom asked loud enough to be heard over the music but no louder.

"One what, the cages? They do that?" Sophia said, finding it oddly difficult to hide her excitement at the prospect.

"Sure you can, if there's one free at least. My treat," he said as he took her hand and began leading her to where one of the cages were sitting on a small platform. He touched his red wristband to the cage's door and confirmed the rental on the cage's small screen. He opened it up and stepped in. "Coming?" He called out to her as he extended his hand.

"How long will we be in there?" Sophia asked with slight nervousness.

"You rent them for 15 minutes at a time, but we can make it go back down at any time.But if you're not up for it I under..."

Sophia wouldn't even let him finish his thought before letting out a definitive "Sounds great." She stepped up onto the small platform the cage sat on, it was itself about two feet off the ground and she could already see over almost everyone from where they were. Her bare feet stepped onto a padded cage floor as Tom reached behind her to close the door. The cages began to rise instantly after the door clicked shut, stopping about 9 feet off the floor.

It was much more confined that it had looked, and Sophia found as the cage slowly ascended there wasn't a single way to dance that wasn't simply grinding on each other. She barely had room to turn. But in rather short order she simply stopped caring about all that, she was on top of the world. And as her tight mini-dress began to ride up exposing her uncovered ass she just let it. She could feel his cock getting hard in his shorts and she liked the idea of rubbing her bare ass against it while everyone was free to watch. This was more of a thrill than she had felt with Scott in a long time.

****

Time is a relative thing, but for Andrea it seemed to have stopped all together. After Lea and Sophia left her to her fate, she tried struggling at first. Moving as little as she could left her with the realization that she wasn't going to untie anything on her own. So she simply laid there and enjoyed it. She had never been so helpless, even moving to her side seemed like it wouldn't be happening.

She watched as a new girl came and tried escaping, only to find herself just as helpless as everyone else on the floor a few minutes later. The whole thing was like some kind of delicious trap, and that man with the ropes was the spider who set it. It was mesmerizing to see how fast he worked on the new girl, it was all such second nature. Spider was an apt description with how fast he could spin his threads and make someone his trapped prey.

When he came to untie Andrea, she was almost disappointed. It had not been so tight that it hurt and she was rather enjoying being this man's captive. Once she had been untied she got to her feet slowly and in stages, letting herself and her limbs re-adjust to their freedom. Megan was close behind, and after only a minute or two wait for Andrea they were both walking away trying to spot their friends.

"I don't see them, you want to just go look?" Andrea asked.

"I see Sophia in one of those cages," Megan said as she pointed to her friend. "I think that means we're probably on our own for a while."

"Well, let's see what else they have, we'll just have to meet them later." With that Andrea began marching forward, gleefully looking around at everything. As the two walked further in, the zones began to stop being strictly bondage, adding in elements of pain. One girl was being whipped to the point of welts, another was having hot wax dripped on her tied and exposed body, another sat atop an iron horse with weights on each dangling leg. Eventually bondage and pain turned into bondage pain and sex. They saw one woman trapped in a stockade who had to deal with a cane on her ass while having a cock in her mouth. As they approached the far end of the warehouse, the displays seemed to drop all manner of pain and simply became bound group orgies.

The two friends had both seen porn, but it was another thing completely to watch actual people fucking just feet away from them. It was strange. Andrea suddenly felt very self conscious. She felt an excitement, but she also felt a knee-jerk moment of shame. Sex was supposed to be dirty, and it certainly wasn't supposed to be public. She didn't like to consider herself a prude like her parents (who might as well be asexual as far as she can tell) or her Catholic School had taught her, but she hadn't had a lot of freedom to experience anything else either. As Andrea neared the end of the hall she saw a woman with her hands tied behind her, trying to satisfy a group of five men overpowering her. It was almost too intense to watch, she was flailing in all directions giving off both cries of resistance and moans of passion.

"Let's uh.. let's maybe try something.. something a little easier, back that way," Andrea stuttered, grabbing Megan's arm and slowly walking back away. Her friend seemed to agree and they both walked back towards the front of the warehouse.

"How far back, cause I don't want to just be tied up and left alone for a while to stew," Megan asked, trying to be delicate to whatever had clearly spooked her friend.

"Sure, that sound's fine, I'm just not sure I'm ready for whateverthatwas," Andrea said, regaining a little bit of the confidence in her voice. "Maybe just no sex just yet, good enough for you?"

Megan smiled, "That sounds fine to me." The two were about halfway back when Megan pointed an an exhibit and said "How about that one?"

Andrea looked over and saw an area with four metal pillories each facing out from the centre. One was occupied by a naked, blindfolded and gagged woman. She was bent over at the waist with her head and hands secured in front. Her torso rested on a board with a cutout near the breasts, allowing hers to dangle freely. Two leather straps secured her to it, leaving her bent at a near perfect 90 degree angle. Her two legs were kept spread several feet apart by cuffs attached by chain to fasteners at either side of her, leaving her pussy fully exposed as the board she rested on stopped just shy of the hips. As a girl in a blue staff shirt watched, two men encircled her and had their hands all over her helplessly exposed flesh.

Andrea turned to the monitor, looking over its description see what she might expect. It was 45 minutes, contact is hands only, it all seemed fine. She touched her bracelet to the screen where it asked about blindfold and gag options. The default for both was "random" and while she worried a little, seeing as she didn't know what all it might be choosing from, she decided to be adventurous and left them be. She confirmed and nervously stepped onto the carpet.