Paradice Lost Pt. 01: Revealed

"Look for yourself," Cheri nodded toward Gwen. Gabrielle gasped when she noticed: Gwen's cotton panties now had a prominent dark spot and there was nothing she could do to hide it. Gabrielle was breathless. "I...I want to see her beg you and Laura. But is she really 'elpless? Look at her arms."

Gwen still tried, now and then, to reach her bound hands up to her nipple clamps. She couldn't quite reach, but she was getting pretty close. Cheri noticed what Gabrielle meant and smiled.

"What do you think we should do?"

Gabrielle picked up a discarded rope and studied Gwen's position for a moment. Gwen eyed her approach suspiciously and recoiled when she began feeding the rope between Gwen's wrists. Gwen yelped but Gabrielle gripped them and held them involuntarily still. She tied the loose ends to the center of Gwen's spreader bar so that Gwen's wrists were pulled down towards the floor. Gwen whimpered but, to Gabrielle's delight, couldn't resist.

"What are you doing?"

Laura had returned. She held both a board game and a furious expression. "Get away from her," she snapped, "Cheri, how can you let her touch Gwen like that?"

"She saw that Gwen needed a little extra restraint. I didn't think it'd hurt if she..." Cheri stammered.

"We play the Dice Game. Letting your friend watch is bad enough, but it's not up to her what we do with Gwen. Jesus, Cheri, we trust each other, not her."

"Excuse me?" Gabrielle shot back, clearly affronted.

Gwen was quite agitated now, shaking her bound limbs and moaning loudly. That's when Cheri and Laura both realized that Gwen was humming through her gag. Singing any old song was their safe word, so to speak, cueing that Gwen sincerely didn't want to play anymore and must be let go. Just hearing it shocked them. They'd played the Dice Game for years now. They'd all been tied up many times, sometimes quite nastily. No one had ever used the safe word before. None of them ever needed to.

Cheri and Laura both moved automatically to free Gwen. Gabrielle looked confused.

"What did I do wrong?" Gabrielle asked, "I was 'elping you with your game..."

But Cheri simply told Gabrielle the game was over and showed her out. Later that night, long after Gwen had been freed and cared for, the three girls sat around their living room (now clear of all their toys) reading or doing homework. Gwen broke a gloomy silence.

"I only play with the dice because I trust you both so much. I'm...I'm sorry I gave the signal earlier. I just kind of got spooked."

"Oh Gwen!" Laura said immediately, "Never feel bad about that, ever. Cheri went too far this afternoon." She gave Cheri a stern look.

Cheri flushed with anger but knew Laura was right. "Alright, keeping Gabrielle around was a mistake. And I definitely shouldn't have let her try anything with Gwen like that. I'm sorry, ok?"

"Look...it's alright. I know you meant well," said Gwen generously, "You know what might help?"

"What?" asked Laura.

"If we tried again," Gwen smiled.

* * *

Gabrielle and Cheri remained friends, just outside of the house and away from Laura and Gwen. Gabrielle did not seem angry about it. She dwelled incessantly, though, on the Dice Game and bondage in general. Seeing Gwen tied like that stirred something Gabrielle had never felt before. She wanted to know everything, so she asked about the Dice Game constantly. She pestered Cheri until she memorized all the rules and heard all she could about past games, ideas, positions, etc. Cheri, wisely, told her stories judiciously to Gabrielle. To think what Laura or Gwen might say if Cheri told Gabrielle about compromising positions they'd been tied into, or how many orgasms the dice had dictated they have! But Gabrielle kept pressing, and Cheri reasoned that she could share her own tales of bondage adventure. Weren't they her secrets to tell? Gabrielle's favorite conversation carried on for weeks until one November day when she and Cheri sat in a crowded coffee shop.

"They left you like zat?!" Gabrielle gasped with her hand over her mouth. They didn't want to be overheard.

"Exactly like that," Cheri giggled softly, "hardest I've ever been hogtied. Everything excruciatingly tight, and Laura padlocked every single strap so there was no way anything was getting loose. Can't make a peep from the giant ball they stuffed in under Silence Dogood, and then of course there was Mr. Snuggles..."

"I do not understand. 'Under silence'...what? 'Oo is Mr. Snuggles?" Gabrielle pressed inquisitively. Cheri explained how sometimes they gave fun names for their more interesting pieces of bondage equipment, and how Silence Dogood was their strictest hood that made it impossible to see or speak. But Mr. Snuggles shocked Gabrielle even more.

"It's a vibrator, basically, but it's got three appendage things for, you know, everything down there," Cheri checked that no one was in earshot, "but it's also more. It's got sensors to detect how you react to it, and it will adapt based on your behavior. So, if it's programmed to get you off, then it will learn what your body does when you're trying to, you know...cum. Eventually it get good—really good at, you know, revving your engine. And it'll remember next time you use it! But it can also do the opposite, and pleasure you without allowing orgasm. It knows what you need to get off and will do just a little bit less until it makes you insanely horny. And that's what Laura and Gwen did to me that night."

Gabrielle's mouth hung open. "For 'ow long?"

"Hours."

"'Ours?!"

"Hours," Cheri giggled again, "They took the keys with them, so I was stuck until they came back. Well, almost, but that's another story." Cheri didn't want to start talking about someone else's bondage.

"And zese two are still your friends after such an ordeal?" Gabrielle asked.

"Well...yeah. They didn't do anything wrong. It's just how the game works sometimes, "Cheri stammered. "I've done just as bad to them. We're friends and we all like playing the game. At the time it was intense but...it's like they knew what I wanted even though I never would have actually asked for it."

"You wanted zat?"

"No...I mean, yes. In a way," Cheri struggled again. This stuff was easy to feel but hard to describe. "Look, when I was tied there, and Mr. Snuggles was just buzzing away, I wanted to get off so bad I could taste it. I tried as hard as I could but that damn thing just wouldn't let me. There was nothing I wouldn't have said or done to get free from that hogtie and the teasing. But, well, it also felt sooooo incredibly good. I kind of miss it at times, you know?"

"Non," Gabrielle said dejectedly. Cheri blushed and fell silent.

Gabrielle found she couldn't contain her thoughts any longer, so she blurted them out. "I want to play ze game with you and Laura and Gwen."

Cheri shifted in her seat. "I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"What, why?" Gabrielle asked quickly, "you 'ave told me so many incredible zings! I want to make you—or Laura or Gwen—feel ze way you describe. If...if I lose I could be tied up too..."

"Gabrielle, maybe I've been telling you too much," Cheri said delicately. "I play that game with my friends—just my friends—because of how much we trust—"

"Am I not your friend?" Gabrielle interrupted, her patience fading.

"Gabrielle!" Cheri was taken aback. "Of course you are. It's just...different."

"I do not see any difference! We 'ave become such good friends. Why then can I not play ze game as well?" Gabrielle felt offended now.

Cheri felt backed into a corner. "Because...well, because I don't trust you in that way. I'm sorry..."

Gabrielle's looked daggers at Cheri. Swiftly, she gathered her things and left. Cheri sat for a while, worried about how far Gabrielle had gone with all of this. Gabrielle, she realized, didn't seem to understand how unique the game was, that it required so much more than dice to play. Cheri wished she could go back in time and erase everything she said about it to someone that wasn't Gwen or Laura. That was a mistake, but at least Gabrielle now knew she wouldn't be taking part. Gabrielle might be mad for a bit, but at least the matter was settled.

Gabrielle disagreed. All that conversation settled was Gabrielle's next move.

* * *

A week later, Cheri answered a knock at the door.

"Gabrielle!" she said excitedly, "I thought we were meeting later for coffee."

"I zought maybe Laura and Gwen could join us zis time. May I come in?"

"Um, sure," Cheri ushered Gabrielle in. "It's just me right now. Gwen's off at class and Laura had a couple meetings before the start of Thanksgiving break." Classes were canceled after Tuesday this week due to the holiday. Most university students were leaving town as quickly as they could.

"It is ok," Gabrielle waited tensely for Cheri to close the door. Subduing Cheri was easier than Gabrielle anticipated. Handcuffs were noisy and would have warned her, so Gabrielle prepared some makeshift cuffs with rope and a noose knot. When Cheri turned her back, telling some banal story about how she was leaving soon to visit her family, Gabrielle made her move. Seconds later Cheri was pinned on the floor under Gabrielle as the cuffs appeared on her hands and the noose drew tight. Not that Cheri was happy about this, but an elaborately knotted scarf stifled her enough for now. Gabrielle wouldn't fall for her hesitant routine anyway.

Another quick rope on Cheri's ankles and Gabrielle was ready to move onto the next phase of her plan. She hid Cheri in her room, for Gwen would come back eventually, and linked her wrists and ankles into a hogtie before she familiarized herself with the house. She'd only really been here once before, after all. Gabrielle laughed out loud when, while exploring, she happened upon the giant chest filled with their bondage toys for the Dice Game. It was barely hidden, placed in the living room (clearly for easy access), and didn't even have a lock on it. The tail of a leather strap was sticking out from under the lid! The fetish lingerie, however, was elsewhere. Gabrielle quickly found it in each of the girl's closets, well cared-for and neatly tucked away in drawers and on hangers. They had so much of it all. Gabrielle was impressed. It wasn't acceptable though. They needed something new, something Gabrielle had picked out for them. And, of course, Gabrielle needed something in her size. But that was all in the mail, as well as a few other items Gabrielle knew she'd need. Gabrielle intended to spend a lot of time here.

She also found the dice—those innocent looking dice. They sat in their box so calmly for what they were. Gabrielle nudged each one gingerly with a finger. With her help, Cheri, Gwen, and Laura would soon be free of this child's toy. But for now she'd use them. The girls would enjoy watching Gabrielle use their favorite game to decide their fates.

Eventually, Cheri saw Gabrielle reenter her room. She glared as her captor strolled to her closet and thumbed through the hangers of lingerie she found tucked away. Cheri was inching herself slowly to the edge of the bed, thinking hard of a way to free herself before Gabrielle could stop her.

"You should not do zat," Gabrielle warned without facing her, "I have, like ze other students say, 'done my 'omework' and my knots are quite secure. If you make me get more rope zen you will already be sore later, when I really tie you up." Gabrielle smirked at her.

Cheri jerked her body and cried out in frustration. She had no idea what possessed Gabrielle to do this.

"Relax," Gabrielle advised, going to sit on the bed beside her. She stroked Cheri affectionately, tracing the edges of her bra beneath her top. "I am going to 'elp you, and when Gwen and Laura come back I will 'elp them too. But for now I need to get you properly ready."

She took out a large box whose label read 'Deep Purple.' Cheri trembled.

* * *

Gwen wasn't long before she was back from class. Caught unaware, she gave Gabrielle no more of a fight than Cheri did. Just as Gabrielle tightened the knots, she felt Cheri's confiscated phone receive a text from Laura. She was running a bit late getting home. This gave Gabrielle an idea, and texted back in Cheri's name:

Can't believe you're late AGAIN! This means dice when you get back.

A moment later Laura responded: Are you serious?

Yeah. Gwen's mad. She was making a special dinner for us. She wants dice too.

Gabrielle waited on baited breath while Gwen struggled beneath her. Laura took a little longer to respond this time. Ok, tell her I'm sorry. I'll get back as quick as I can. And if it takes dice to fix this...sounds fun :-p

Gabrielle replied quickly: Good. There will be cuffs just inside the door when you get home. Put them on behind your back and lock them.

Laura: Should I be nervous? ;)

Gabrielle smiled.

Yes.

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