Waking up from a drug-induced sleep is not a fun experience, and for Willow, this was no exception. She started to come to quite gradually, and the ache in her head was dull and unpleasant. Her overwhelming feeling was thirst — her dry mouth and throat felt awful, and she could barely move her body at all. The pain in her neck where the drug had been injected was still there.
As she started to come to, a bottle was pressed gently to her lips, and the coolest, most refreshing water she had ever tasted began to fill her mouth. She drank slowly and carefully, feeling almost grateful.
It didn’t occur to her until a few minutes later, as her brain started to kick into gear that she realised that she should be panicking.
Her last memory before going to sleep was being in the room of a girl who, until quite recently, had been a bully to her. Rosie Summers. She had been caught off guard when her clothes had been stolen from her changing room locker shortly before it was time to go home, and had hidden in a bathroom stall. She had been surprised there by Rosie, who had kissed her, proclaimed that she actually liked her, and propositioned sex. Somehow, she had been stupid enough to trust Rosie, got into her car, and gone to her home. After things had started to get quite hot in the bedroom, Rosie had given her a shot of something in the neck, and knocked her unconscious.
So what was happening now?
As her eyes fluttered open and began to adjust to reality again, she realised it was now quite dark outside, and the room she was in was dimly lit.
When she sat up and looked down, she found that she was still naked, and was very surprised to see that, while she was out, she had been fitted with a very strange looking contraption. It was basically a very large, black leather belt that was wrapped around her waist. Attached to it was two smaller straps that went down towards her crotch and, when she looked down, held in place a very strange looking contraption. To you or I, we would recognise it immediately as a Vibrating Wand, but to someone as inexperienced as Willow, it just looked like a large machine with a big round head. It was cordless, and the head was pressed tightly against her genitals.
Willow went to remove it, but then made an awful discovery. Her hands couldn’t move that far forward. When she looked, she saw that two velvet cuffs had been placed around her wrists. The clips had been attached to the two metal rings on either side of her, and locked in place with two very small padlocks. The device on her genitals was not doing anything other than pressing against them, but was completely out of her reach because of these cuffs. She tugged on and then strained against them. But there was nothing she could do. Her hands were cuffed securely to her sides.
Then another awful thought went through Willow’s head.
Who had given her water just a few moments ago? And where on earth were they?
Looking around, she couldn’t see anyone else in the room. It was still the same room that she had been in when she had been drugged. Only it seemed empty.
At that moment, though, her ears were met with the sounds of footsteps approaching the door at the opposite end of the room. It opened, and Rosie entered. She was dressed again. And she was accompanied by…
Willow blinked in utter shock. She could understand Rosie putting her in this situation — it was exactly the kind of thing she had come to expect from her. But why was her best friend here as well? Was she also in on this prank? And where were Becca and Cassie, Rosie’s two friends? Surely if Rosie was planning anything, they would be here too?
It was Rosie who broke the silence.
“Ah, good. You’re awake,” she said, with some relief. “How’s your head?”
Willow was still too shocked to speak. She just shrugged.
“If your head is killing you, you need to let me know. It’s important that you drink plenty of fluids,” Rosie continued, her voice conveying a surprisingly serious tone. She grabbed the water bottle next to the bed, opened it and held it to Willow’s lips.
Willow drank some more. And once she had done so, she finally found her voice.
“Chris! What the hell are you doing here?”
“Ahh, all in good time, lovely,” Rosie said. “Let’s just get you comfortable again.”
“I don’t want to be comfortable,” Willow said in a somewhat irritable tone. “What the fuck is going on here! Why did you –”
“Put you to sleep?” Rosie asked. “Well, I guess we owe you some kind of explanation…” She sat down on one side of Willow, and pushed her back down onto the bed. Christine quickly clambered up the bed and went to lie on her other side. “Chris, do you want to start?” She asked.
“Yes,” Christine said, with a smile. It was the first time she had spoken. “Basically, I confronted Rosie a couple of months ago about the way she was treating you. I don’t remember what she did — I think she spat in your food and made you eat it. But in any case, she was on her own when I did it, and she told me the story. She told me that she liked you. And, well, that made me quite angry, because…”
“… Because she quite liked you too,” Rosie finished for her.
Willow blinked. “Y-you?” She stuttered.
“Yes,” Christine said, almost matter-of-factly. “It was quite the pickle. We had such a long and angry fight about it at first. I think we even hit each other a couple of times.”
“I hardly think a slap on the arm constitutes hitting,” Rosie said.
“Well, in any case,” Christine pursed her lips a little, but carried on. “We eventually realised we had two things in common, one of which was that we both wanted you. But the other was that we were both too scared of approaching you about it. Her because of the bullying, and I because you considered me your best friend. Let’s be honest, I didn’t think you were gay anyway,”
“I know, I found that hard to believe too,” Rosie said, laughing. “Ow!”
Christine had leant over and punched her lightly in the arm.
“We eventually flipped a coin, and decided to go with Rosie’s approach,” she continued. “Once she had you ready, she would call me to come to her house, and we could have our way with you in peace.”
“H-have your way with me?” Willow felt a sudden sinking feeling in her stomach. Suddenly, she became even more conscious of the cuffs binding her wrists to the belt around her waist. “What does that mean?”
“Well, we’ve been working on ways to share you amongst each other. Something like we have a three-way a couple of times a month, and each week one gets you. But that’s for another day,” Rosie said. “Right now, we just wanna play with you.”
Willow was still trying to wrap her head around this.
“Wait, wait, wait,” she said. “Don’t I get a say in the matter?”
“No.” Rosie said. Suddenly, her voice became sinister. “You’ll do what you always do. You’ll overthink it. You’ll start looking for ways to fit it in with your current routine, you’ll analyse it with mathematics and some such… We love you, but we also know you very well. You’re on our terms.”
“And what if I say no?” Willow asked.
“You really think you’re gonna say no?” Christine said. “You came here willingly, didn’t you? So you’re at least open to it. It’s not going to detract from what you already have with me. And you’ve been pining for physical intimacy for months, now. Did we not just say we know you well?”
Willow was going to protest, but she didn’t have the energy.
“Well, can… can you at least release my hands? Or let me take this belt off?”
“Yeah, about that…” Rosie reached into the bedside table and pulled out what looked like a remote. She waved it in front of Willow’s face. “Your hands are tied so you can’t mess with that wand. And the belt is to keep it in place, pressed against your pussy.”
“I think I can figure out what it’s for,” Willow snapped. “WHY am I wearing it!?”
Christine and Rosie shared a smile over her head, and then Christine’s tone became equally sinister.
“Because we’re going to play a game with you,” she said. “How many times can we make you orgasm with that belt and wand in the space of two hours? We’ve both taken bets on the number. Whoever gets closest gets first go on you. And if they get it spot on, then there’s a really special prize: your anus.”
“My… My what!?” Now Willow was very scared. She tried to leap to her feet, but Rosie caught her by the shoulders and pushed her down.
“Uh uh uh,” she said, swinging her leg over her and straddling her chest, so she could pin her down. “Wouldn’t want you over-exerting yourself, now, would we? Christine, would you mind shackling her?”