Seduction at the Old Gaol Ch. 05

"I think I'll lock you up until the morning."

Kate looked bewildered, unable to move as Belinda walked back out of the cell, pulled the door closed and turned the key. She withdrew the key and ran it between her painted lips.

Kate felt giddy, on an amazing high, and she dropped to all fours to steady herself.

"I may unlock you tomorrow or the day after," Belinda purred, "or I might leave you here forever."

Kate was both scared and as aroused as she'd ever been. She rolled onto her side and touched herself to finish what was all too inevitable. She cried out in delight, her head spinning wildly. The blonde looked almost drunk as she fought to refocus and staggered to her feet and over to the door.

"Please Belinda, I'll do anything to you! "I'll kiss your thigh again or anywhere you want..."

Belinda knew that the moment was right to end Kate's first experience and so unlocked the cell, walked in and gave her friend a hug. Kate was now laughing, with tears running down her mascara stained face.

"Fuck! I've never felt anything like it," Kate panted, steadying herself against her friend, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Intense isn't it... I'm just looking forward to you kissing me 'anywhere'."

"What? Oh," Kate stammered as Belinda put an arm around her shoulders and led her naked friend back to reception.

*

A flood of emotions made Kate wobbly and uncoordinated as she dressed. After a day or wearing nothing, her jeans seemed to pull even more tightly around her butt and she pulled at the fabric trying to work out what had changed.

"Where is James?" she asked, pulling on her second boot.

Belinda pointed to the torture box come chair.

"Wow! Hello Jamie, you really are fucked in there," Kate exclaimed.

"Says the woman who spent the whole day naked in a cell!" James replied.

"Touché," Kate smiled back as she sat down on the box, "but at least I can do this."

"And there was me thinking you'd let me out."

"The only way out is to shrink down and squeeze through this mesh," Kate breathed, imitating the way Belinda had teased her earlier.

"Mmm, I might do that."

"Good, then I'd put you straight inside my jeans," Kate smiled.

"You horny bitch."

"Would you prefer to be confined in this box or my jeans," Kate continued, "my jeans would be infinite more secure and it'll be warm deep inside my panties..."

With Kate still bouncing up and down on the box, Belinda left to pick up Vietnamese takeaway and when she returned, the women ate the food at the desk with Kate still sitting on the box. Only once they had finished, did Belinda unlock the torture box and release James. He then spent several minutes stretching out his sore body before eating the remains of the food.

*

The three of them were now sitting around the desk with the women sharing some private joke.

"Okay, what's the plan tonight?" James asked slightly nervously, the two women having successfully removed his natural confidence.

"I'll tell you once they're on," Belinda replied, gesturing him to lie done of the floor.

"When what's on?"

"Umm..." Belinda paused before telling him, "I thought I might use some rivet to create you a pair of permanent shackles."

James could feel an erection building. Fuck, what had Belinda done to his sense of reason?

"They used rivet to permanently lock shackles around long term prisoners who would be spending the rest of their lives in jail. I assume they buried them with the shackles still on," Belinda giggled.

Fuck, Belinda looked sexy, that dress, those legs. James kissed her and lay down on his back on the stone floor. He lifted up his head so that he could see Belinda as she arranged some heavy chains.

"Honey, perhaps it'll be better if you don't watch," Belinda said, a little concerned that she would mess this up or bash her fingers with the hammer.

"Kate, can you..."

Kate let out an inadvertent giggle of excitement as she circled the prostrate man and sat down on his chest. She edged forward until his chiselled chin was nestled into the crotch of her faded jeans and his strong face was framed by her thighs.

"I like your games Bel," Kate smiled, her eyes locked on to James's.

"Just keep your pants on sweetheart," Belinda warned.

James's could still picture Kate's vulnerable, slim, naked body helplessly locked up in the cell and it seemed almost impossible that she could be exerting quite so much force on his neck.

Kate was aroused. It was either his presence or the atmosphere in the cell, and it was no secret that she would have preferred to be sitting on him naked. Her thighs had tightened around his head, holding him still as she subtly thrust her hips forward. The crotch seam of her worn blue jeans was now resting on his mouth and pushed up against his nose.

Meanwhile, Belinda had removed James's trousers and boxer shorts and was swinging the hammer and sending vibrations around the entrance hall. James mumbled something into Kate's crotch but neither woman understood. He wanted to see and tried to sit up, but Kate matched his movements and kept herself balanced on his neck. He remained trapped beneath Kate's butt for the few minutes that it took Belinda to finish her work.

"You can let him go now," Belinda announced as she walked around and crouched down above James's head that was still framed by Kate's legs. Belinda's pink summer dress was revealing at the best of time, but now crouched above him, did nothing to hide her body.

"Permanent shackles," Belinda smiled seductively, "How do they feel 'darling'?"

James looked up at her, aware that he had used the same term only a few hours earlier. The thrill of the situation had made him hard; the only question was whether he could rip Belinda's clothes off in time.

"Kate you can let him go now!"

Kate slowly climbed off James's body so that James could inspect the hugely heavy shackles that connected his feet leaving only a few inches between them. Belinda had hammered the rivets perfectly with the top mushrooming out, prevented it from opening.

Belinda stood above him, looking at the shackles that she had permanently hammered around her lover's ankles. The power was intoxicating, a couple of hits from her hammer and James was trapped, permanently riveted into the shackles. There was no going back until the shops opened in the morning and she could buy a hacksaw or whatever she needed to undo the simple taps of her hammer.

"That's it," she said, her voice raspy with emotion, "We can't get you out of them."

"And your room is waiting," Kate interrupted as she stole a quick kiss from James lips.

Belinda led the way, followed by James and then Kate along the cell block to a small metal door. She unlocked the door, leaving the key in the lock and led them down a narrow flight of steps on which James's foot shackles clanged loudly, through a second steel door and into a small underground cell.

Belinda had already prepared the cell exactly as it had been in her daydreams, with a single mattress, beautifully made with white sheets, candles, a bottle of champagne and a bucket with a lid in case required.

"Wow," James replied struck by the both intimidating and romantic atmosphere.

Belinda was giggly with excitement as she unlocked his handcuffs and then placed both the cuffs and the keys in the corner of the small cell. "I may need them later..." she purred.

"Now you two get to be on the wrong side of a locked door," Kate panted as she kissed Belinda's cheek and James lips.

Belinda and James stood motionless as Kate closed the small metal door and turned the key in the lock. Her sexually exhausted body climbed the steep stairs and pushed closed the second door. With a sense of satisfaction, she turned the second key and pulled it from the lock. With the keys in her pocket and her body desperate for sleep, she cut the lights and closed the gaols for the night.

"It just you and me until the morning," Belinda breathed as she took James's hand and pulled him down on to the bed."