Secured in Heaven The four friends, all in their mid-twenties, were sitting around on cushions on the lounge floor, playing cards. Brad was playing with three women, Kate, Anna and Alison. The three women had been colluding with each other to ensure Brad did no win any hands. After an hour of not winning, he twigged what was going on and started to protest. Although outnumbered, he argued vociferously his point. The women, not pleased that he had rumbled their plan, took action. They jumped on top of him and forced him onto the floor. Brad fought back and an increasingly desperate struggle ensued until they finally got him face down on the floor. Alison, a stunning long-legged brunette, sat on his head, one thigh either side of his shoulders. “That’s got him”, Anna smiled, “all that time in the gym has paid off, Alison, he can’t get out from underneath your arse”. Alison smiled, she was a keen gym goer and proud of her toned body. She squeezed her thighs tighter around his body. Kate then took the laces that she had taken from her shoes and used them to tie Brad’s hands together behind his back. Brad, still trapped underneath Alison was unable to put up much resistance. “That should shut you up” Kate smiled at Brad who had finally been released from between Alison’s thighs. Of course it didn’t. Although now with his hands tied behind him he continued to complain about the way he’d been tricked at cards and demanded the women return the money that they’d won from him. Alison just sat there thinking of how sitting on top of Brad’s head, pinning him to the ground had actually turned her on. She imagined her legs either side of his head holding him in place. Brad was still demanding his refund. Alison stood up and said to her friends, “I know what will shut him up for good”. She walked towards him, her shapely 6-foot figure towering above where he sat on the floor. She looked across at the other two women to indicate what she had in mind. They came up, one either side of Brad and each grabbed one of his arms. Brad looked concerned, but with his hands tied behind his back and held securely by the two women, he could not move. Alison lifted up her long denim skirt to reveal her long shapely tanned legs. From where he was sitting, they seemed to go on forever. She lifted her skirt right up until he could see her black silk knickers. She turned away from him until his eyes were transfixed upon her pert arse towering above him. She then stepped backwards until his head was almost between her thighs. He looked from side to side at her strong fit legs until she squeezed her thighs together holding his head firm. Then, with the help of her friends, Alison pulled her long denim skirt down, engulfing his torso inside. Inside, everything had gone very dark as his body was squeezed tightly against her legs. He could barely move a muscle, with his hands tied behind his back and his head locked securely between Alison’s thighs. However Alison then bent her legs, thereby lowering herself a few inches. This had the desired effect. Brad’s head was forced upwards and became wedged with his face pushed tightly into the bottom part of her arse, the black silk of her knickers engulfing his features. Alison then lay down on the cushion on the floor. If he had thought he had been trapped before, this time was ten times worst. His face was wedged up against her arse, which was now weighing down on top of him. The whole of his body from the waist up was now inside of her skirt. Alison smiled at her two friends; “well I don’t hear any smart comments now”. Kate looked concerned, “can he breathe in there, I mean with his face squeezed against your arse?” Inside her skirt, Brad could just about breathe, but nothing else. He wriggled around, but the more he did so, the more he seemed to be engulfed by her arse. Alison tensed her backside, her buttocks gripping his nose and making breathing even more difficult. He knew there was no point in resisting his fate. The women continued playing, this time without any interruptions. They almost forgot about Brad tied inside Alison’s skirt. After half an hour locked inside her skirt, he finally decided it was time to escape. Using just his legs, he tried to wriggle out of where he was being held. His struggling moved him nowhere, but did trigger a reaction. “You’ll not get out”, Alison snapped as she tensed her legs to make doubly sure he didn’t move. “It fact I think I’ll make you very sorry you tried”. And with that she let out a small fart. Although small and barely audible to Kate and Anna, it was certainly noticed in the confines of her skirt. Brad bucked vigorously to try and escape the smell, which was directed straight at his face but to no avail. He struggled desperately for a few moments, but then relaxed accepting his fate. The smell gradually faded, but the silk of her knickers still clung relentlessly to her face. Kate left the room and came back with two padlocks. “What are they for?” Alison asked. “Just to make sure he doesn’t escape” Kate smiled, as she knelt down beside Alison. Kate took the first padlock and hooked it through two of the belt hoops on Alison’s skirt, so that the skirt was effectively locked around her waist. She clicked the padlock shut. At the bottom of Alison’s long skirt there were more belt hoops, this time obviously only for effect. However, Kate used them to good effect by locking her second padlock through two hoops, thus securing the skirt closed at the bottom end. Kate sat back and smiled at her work “now watch him try and escape from that” she purred. The girls carried on play cards. Alison was a little bit concerned that Kate had taken it upon herself to padlock her skirt, so that now she couldn’t let Brad go even if she wanted to. Indeed, she herself was now effectively under Kate’s lock and key, she couldn’t very well move with Brad’s head locked where it was. At least her predicament was not as bad as that facing Brad; she wasn’t trapped with her face squashed into someone’s arse. After a while Alison asked, “Kate, do you have the keys to these padlocks?” “Why? I thought you wanted to get your revenge on him” Kate replied. “I do”, she replied, “but I think we’ve probably made him suffer enough now”. Kate continued, “Oh I don’t know, he is probably enjoying it locked between your thighs, and lets face it, he’s always looking at your arse, now he can look at it all he wants”. >From inside her skirt, Brad could just about hear the women’s conversation. It was getting warmer inside as his face became wedged closer and closer into Alison’s arse. Everything was black and almost silent. All he could do was to lie there and think of the beautiful women, he was so securely tied to. Outside, the debate continued. Both Kate and Anna were adamant that Brad should stay where he was, much to Alison’s growing annoyance. She started to realise that this trick was now being played on both Brad and her. Anna took the padlock keys out of her jeans pocket and held them up. “Are these what you are after” she smiled, before squeezing them deliberately back into her tight pocket. “OK”, she pleaded, what do you want me to do?” “Exactly what you’re doing” Anna smiled. “We wanted to get our revenge on Brad and then the next thing we see is you incarcerating him between your legs. What could’ve been easier?” “Oh, and just in case you try and realise him before the morning” Kate said as she produced a pair of handcuffs, “we think it’s best if we chain you up as well. Despite Alison’s best efforts, Kate and Anna managed to handcuff her hands behind her back. Anna tucked the handcuff key into her back pocket and looked down at the two friends, so securely tied together. Kate and Anna turned out the lights and went up stairs to bed. Alison lay on the floor trying to escape from the cuffs. There was no chance. She called to Brad. “Can you hear me in there” she asked. After repeating her question, this time louder she finally got a response. “Is there anyway we can get out of this,” he asked as he desperately tried to move his lips away from his friend’s arse. She could feel his lips move, tickling her bum. The two friends tried to move in opposite directions in order to pull apart. It was to no avail; the padlock securing the bottom of her skirt prevented anything escaping from within the garment. They tried to rip the skirt, but the denim would not budge. Alison finally admitted defeat. “There’s no way you’re getting out, I’m afraid. I hadn’t realised how effective this skirt was at confining someone,” she said, as she involuntarily broke wind. “I’m sorry,” she continued, “I’ll try not to do that again. As talking was not really at option for Brad, the two friends started to dose off. The next morning, Kate and Anna walked into the room and saw the two of them lying exactly where they had been the night before. Kate tapped Alison on the shoulder with her boot to wake her up. Alison looked up at her friends who were both freshly showered and changed. “Is he still alive in there” Anna asked as she kicked his legs. The subsequent movement suggested that he was. Anna sat down astride of Alison and started to unlock the cuffs, which had by now made cuts into her friend’s wrists. Kate then prodded Brad with her boot, “what is it worth for me to release you?” she asked, “what do you think your chances are of lasting another day in Alison’s crotch? Must be getting a bit smelly in there by now” she laughed. Kate walked out into the kitchen to make some coffee. Once they had left, Alison tried to pull her skirt of over her hips. However, her shapely figure and the tightly locked padlock conspired against her. She felt Brad’s nose right between her cheeks and she again couldn’t stop herself breaking wind. Kate came back into the room and started to drink her coffee. “Please give me those keys,” Alison pleaded, “the poor guy is half dead”. With that Alison farted again; Kate smiled cruelly. “What a way that would be to go” Kate smiled as she finally took the keys from her pocket and threw them over to Alison. Alison quickly unlocked the bottom padlock and pulled up her long skirt. When it was almost at the top, Brad finally managed to pull out his head. Alison then untied his hands from behind his back. Brad looked in a bad way as he staggered to his feet and left the room. Kate looked at Alison, “Serves you right for having such a cute arse. But if you do want to take revenge, you know one way you could do it”, she smiled knowingly. __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus - For a better Internet experience http://uk.promotions.yahoo.com/yplus/yoffer.html