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.



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