Emily's Spanking and Chastity Stories

This story follows "The Party"

Khin smiled as she got up and closed the door to the dorm room behind her. “See? The game ends when Maddy can’t keep it in her pants for another second. Every single time.” Emily laughed at that. She felt strangely comfortable sitting on Aurora’s bed in a strange room, completely naked, with a girl she barely knew.

Khin sat down on the bed beside her, and reached down and stroked Emily’s thigh. “Madison was right.” Khin’s blue eyes met Emily’s own. They were paler than Emily’s and they had an intensity to them that Emily hadn’t noticed before. “That was pretty hot you know...”

Emily felt her cage jump and it was clear that Khin had noticed because her fingers slid along Emily’s bare thigh to the softer skin around her cage. Her index finger traced along the ring of Emily’s bright pink chastity cage, making her strain against the metal. They both saw a single drop of clear pre-cum dribble out of the tip of the tube.

Khin reached down and scooped up the tiny drop with one finger and brought it to her lips. Emily saw her bright pink tongue part her black lipstick as she licked it off, never breaking eye contact. Khin gave Emily an inviting smile. “We’ll pick that up in a little while, but are you ready for a little trouble first?”

Emily was powerless to refuse. Madison radiated an easy, comfortable, accessible sexuality. Emily had always been more promiscuous than her parents had approved of, but she paled in comparison to her roommate. While Madison was easy, with Khin... If you missed your chance, you might never get another. Emily wasn’t going to miss her chance, especially after a kiss like that.

Emily nodded, her mouth dry. “Come on then,” Khin said, quietly as she climbed off the bed. “Get dressed. It’s cold out tonight and we have a little bit of a walk ahead of us.”

Emily got dressed quickly, her head still foggy from wine as she picked her own clothes from the pile on the floor. With great care to be silent they slid the beds back into place and tidied up the room. “We’re dead if Athena checks up on us and we aren’t here, but at least we won’t get extras for having a messy room or...” Khin stuffed the two empty wine bottles into her backpack and shouldered it. “...for anything else.” She gave Emily a bright smile. “Now – are you ready to get out of here?”

Emily nodded as Khin filled her in on the next stage of the plan. “So we can’t go out the front door – it only unlocks if someone pulls the fire alarm, but that triggers the sprinklers too…” Khin stepped to the windows. “Rattangrove hasn’t always had sprinklers, though. Before the sprinklers, what happened if there was a fire between you and the door?”

Emily shrugged. “Fire extinguisher? Break a window?”

Khin smiled. “You’re half right.” With a confident smile she pulled out a small flat-bladed screwdriver from her pocket and slid it into a tiny slot in the frame of the window. With a twist the bottom of the frame popped off, revealing a small crank folded into a shallow recess at the bottom of the window.

“There are two of these old fire windows in each quad. They’re all painted over and forgotten about now, but they still work if you clean them up a bit.” She turned the crank and the window swung soundlessly outwards into the chilly night air. “Let’s go” Khin said, swinging her bare legs over the sash and dropping down into the darkness. Emily looked down over the ledge. Their quad was on the first floor, so it was only a drop of four feet or so. With a nervous look back over her shoulder she climbed through to follow Khin.

The campus was different after curfew. Walking back from the party the dorm buildings had been brightly lit, casting a warm, reflected glow onto the brown grass and small piles of dirty snow. Now the buildings were dark, the only light coming from the widely spaced lamps that mostly followed the paved paths through the campus grounds.

Khin didn’t follow the path. She walked purposefully; always favouring the darkness over the light, always walking on the dead grass that whispered underfoot rather than on the hard stone paths that would betray their presence through the sound of their footsteps. She led Emily past the newer dormitory buildings, deeper into the old part of Rattangrove where the buildings were stone and brick rather than concrete and glass.

They didn’t see a single other person. Emily had been told at orientation that the University Porters walked the grounds after dark looking for girls out past curfew. Maybe it was the cold. It nipped at her bare legs and wormed its way inside her wool blazer. She wouldn’t have blamed the Porters for staying inside tonight, which suited her fine.

She would normally have been nervous to be out alone so late in the dark, but Khin seemed perfectly comfortable. Khin walked boldly through the dark without a single look over her shoulder and her confidence gave Emily strength. Their dark blue jackets merged with the darkness and they moved like shadows across the empty campus grounds.

They paused briefly for Khin to dispose of the empty wine bottles in a trash bin but they quickly hurried on. At last they stopped outside the library, one of the oldest buildings on campus. It had been enlarged over the years with bright and airy new wings, but the core of the building was still the same ancient red brick as the Great Hall. Khin motioned to Emily to follow her and then ducked into a narrow alley running alongside the building.

It was even darker in the alley. Emily couldn’t even see the steam of her own breath and for the first time at Rattangrove Emily was genuinely afraid. It was a narrow and lightless place that even in the winter smelled slightly of mould. No windows were lit in the library at this hour, and the ground underfoot was uneven, the worn and scarred flagstones had seen far too many winters to still be level and true. It was a place that students clearly weren’t meant to be, even during the daytime.

Khin grabbed her hand in the darkness, making Emily jump. Khin squeezed her hand for a long moment and Emily dared to breathe again. She heard something heavy and metallic creak in the darkness, an unnerving sound of rotted metal, and then Khin guided her hand to something cold and metallic. “It’s a ladder. Climb down, and we’ll be out of the cold.” Khin’s voice was a whisper, but she seemed unaffected by the fear that clutched at Emily.

Emily summoned her courage and felt rather than saw an old, corroded metal ladder going into the ground next to the library. She could vaguely see the hole itself; a pit of darkest darkness even in the lightless alley. She regretted going with Khin now. Emily knew Rattangrove fairly well, but she had no idea what would be waiting for her under the library. Cautiously she felt for a rung with her foot, found one, and put her weight onto the ladder. It held without so much as a creak. It felt solid. Mildly reassured, Emily climbed down into the unknown.

The ladder wasn’t very long. Emily counted no more than 15 rungs before her foot hit the ground. The ground seemed solid enough although as she moved away from the ladder to give Khin room to descend her feet disturbed small stones which clattered against her shoes with each step. “You can use your phone for light. No-one else is here.” Khin’s voice was soft beside her.

Emily fished her phone out of the inner pocket of her coat and switched on the flashlight. The room was small and square, maybe eight feet on each side and made of the same red brick as the library above. The ladder lead up into shadowy darkness and an unpainted, rusty iron door was set into the opposite wall. The small rocks she had felt with her feet littered the floor, small piles of the black, slightly iridescent stone were still gathered in the corners of the room.

“Coal?” Emily guessed. The rocks were black, and the air had a certain sooty aroma to it.

Khin nodded, her face pale in the light of her her phone. “Old coal cellar. Most of the original buildings on campus have them, but they’re chained up or filled in. This one isn’t. Follow me.” Again, she took Emily’s hand, and picking their way carefully among the loose lumps of coal they went through the iron door into the library itself.

Compared to the chill air outside the warmth of the library’s basement was welcome. Emily rubbed her hands together and flexed her chilled knuckles. Huge iron boilers stood still and cold along one side of the room, but modern forced-air furnaces along the other radiated heat into the room. Emily could see the small flames dancing blue and orange behind the metal grates as they walked past them. The floor was old stone, well-worn from centuries of use, the walls were still red brick, and overhead Emily could see the underside of the polished oak floors that ran throughout the old part of the library.

Overall, the area had a forlorn and neglected feel. Dust lay thick on shelves that held toolboxes, paint cans, and the odd forgotten book. A vague scent of floor polish and heating oil hung in the air as they walked across the large room to a wooden door at the end. This door was locked with a modern steel padlock, the key to which Khin produced from her pocket, unlocked the padlock, and held the door open for Emily.

If the last room had felt little-used, this one was clearly abandoned. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and long tables covered in archaic looking electronics ran in a long bank down the centre of the room. Wires hung loosely from bulb-less light fixtures, and dusty boxes full of books were stacked haphazardly wherever they would fit. Despite the years of neglect it was clear that the room had once been richly appointed. The carpet was still dark green, if filthy, and the wooden panels on the walls reminded her of the beautifully appointed Headmaster’s Office.

“What is this place?” Emily asked. This was far from the Rattangrove she was used to, where the oldest buildings and most humble offices were kept spotlessly clean and well-maintained. It was rare to see so much as a burned out light bulb in one of Rattangrove’s buildings. To see this place, clearly once valued now given over fully to ruin was jarring.

“It’s the old switchboard.” Khin told her, walking confidently into the room and flicking a switch. After a moment of buzzing a few old brass light fixtures grudgingly came to life and Emily turned off her flashlight. “I’m not sure what it was when they built the library, but it was the telephone switchboard for most of the twentieth century. They didn’t modernize until the 1980s, and then they used it for storage for a while until they just kinda forgot about it I guess.”

She noticed how Emily was staring at her and laughed before explaining with a hint of pride; “I did a paper on Rattangrove’s architecture last year and I got access to the blueprints for the whole school. There’s a lot of old rooms like this if you know where to look. Did you know there’s a full Olympic size swimming pool underneath the Student’s Union building?”

Emily shook her head as Khin walked to a cupboard and opened the door, taking out a small dark blue backpack, replacing it with her own. “At least I think it’s still there. It’s still on the plans, and there was no record of them filling it in, but I haven’t gotten down there yet.”

Emily took a guess. “Is that where we’re going tonight?”

Khin shook her head. “Nah. Aurora and I tried everything we could think of last semester, but that place is sealed up tight.” She opened the backpack, and took out a can of spray paint; “Tonight we’re just going to make Rattangrove a more colourful place.” She replaced the can and shouldered the bag. “Leave your jacket here. The Porters wear tan hunting jackets, and in the dark, at a distance, a white shirt looks a bit like their coats. A dark blue jacket is a dead giveaway that we’re students.

Emily followed her back out the way they had come, the cold piercing through her thin shirt immediately. “Besides... you’d have to be crazy to be out tonight without a coat, right?” Khin said as they left the alley.

Emily followed closely on Khin’s heels, keeping her eyes peeled for the Porters. At least they were away from the alley, but now they were headed up the hill towards an area of the campus Emily had never visited. Students weren’t prohibited from coming up here, at least not during the day, but there was very little reason to ever do so. They passed a small garden with a statue of a man Emily didn’t recognize. A few hardy winter camellias bloomed at its feet. Where on earth were they going?

The faculty who chose to live on-campus had apartments up here and a few windows were still lit even at this late hour. They gave those buildings a wide berth. There were mechanical and support buildings here as well; grounds-keeping, electrical, and maintenance occupied long, low, one-story cinder-block buildings that Khin passed by without a second glance. There were no classrooms, no dorms, no sports fields in this part of the grounds. Emily was mystified as to where they might be going but Khin never wavered..

Up and up they went, far beyond any landmark Emily had ever seen before. At last Khin stopped at a small, two-story cottage nearly at the very top of the hill. A small brass sign on a neatly painted wooden post said “Headmaster’s Cottage”. Emily’s stomach twisted with fear and she looked back the way they had come. She could see the outlines of the campus buildings laid out below, a small handful of lit windows glowed invitingly. It would be safer down there, and a great deal warmer.

She thought about simply turning and running straight back to the dorm. Knock on the door, take her punishment from Athena for sneaking out, and be safely in bed with a nice warm bottom. She stopped short on the path, considering her options.

Khin looked back at her, and must have read her hesitation in her body language even in the dark. She stepped back and took both of Emily’s hands in her own; her hands were scarcely warmer than Emily’s own but it gave her a tiny flicker of courage.

“We won’t be long.” Khin whispered into Emily’s ear. “You hold the light, I’ll paint. It’ll be a quick one, I promise. You hear something? Turn the light off and we wait and listen. If it all goes wrong? Run back the way we came, back to the switchboard. I’ll meet you there if I can.”

Emily hesitated but she saw Khin smile in the pale moonlight. “You don’t have to outrun the Porters, you just have to outrun me, and I know you can manage that.” The silvery light gave her blue hair an otherworldly aura. The was breathtakingly beautiful, and she had made certain suggestions that... well... made her feel warm despite the cold night.

Emily looked back at the Headmaster’s cottage, old as the school and made of that same stately red brick. The windows were dark and there was no sound apart from the wind and her own nervous heartbeat. He’d be asleep, right? Even the Headmaster had to sleep sometimes. Maybe he wasn’t even home. Maybe he was still at the party helping to clean up? Emily swallowed hard and nodded. She could be brave. For a little while longer at least.

Khin kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Thanks, Em. When we get back, I’ll make sure to warm you up…” Khin leaned in for a kiss on Emily’s lips this time. Her lips were cold, but her tongue was soft and warm as it grazed Emily’s lips for just a moment. It was a short kiss, but it gave her just enough courage to nod and switch on the flashlight on her phone. Khin smiled and slipped off her backpack, pulling out the first can of spray paint as she approached the Headmaster’s front door.

To Emily, every sound was amplified. The rattle as Khin shook the can gently was like gunshots and the hiss of the nozzle was a howling wind. Emily couldn’t help but search the darkened windows for any sign of movement, and every dry leaf scraping along the ground sounded like footsteps coming up the path behind her. Her fingers were numb with cold as she held her phone’s flashlight up to the Headmaster’s front door. Khin was working on a simple design, all in red.

It was a symbol, a snarling wolf’s head biting through a chain. Khin added subtle touches of red and blue to finish the piece and finally she stood back to admire her work. It was striking; the wolf was inspiring rather than frightening, the links of the chain shattering against its fangs. Emily didn’t even know what it meant but she could feel the power of it even with the paint still wet.

Before Emily could say a word Khin motioned her back towards the path. Quickly and quietly they made their way back down the hill towards the more familiar areas of Rattangrove’s campus. Khin was moving at a brisk pace and Emily followed wordlessly. They hadn’t seen anyone so far, but it would be particularly bad to be caught now; a bag full of spray paint would see their bottoms painted far redder than the Headmaster’s door should anyone spot them.

Finally they reached the safety of the coal cellar. Far from being frightening and alien as it had the first time, the cellar now seemed a place of safety; it seemed that no-one ever came down here during the day, much less at night. The warmth of the furnace room was doubly welcome and Emily held her hands next to a grate as Khin hid her paints back in the old switchboard room. After a moment, Khin joined her, wiping her hands with a scrap of paper towel and smelling of paint thinner.

“Let me check your hands” She said. “You shouldn’t have gotten paint on them just holding the light, but it’s better to check.”

Emily held out her hands, and Khin checked over them thoroughly using her own phone’s flashlight for light. “What was that symbol you painted?” Emily asked. “The one on the Headmaster’s door?”

Khin laughed quietly, and then looked up, meeting Emily’s eyes. “Something else I found in the old Rattangrove histories. It was a student secret society, way before our time: the Red Cage Society. They held secret meetings, pulled epic pranks, and even snuck girls out of the school entirely back when the school still auctioned off the locked girls who flunked out. They’re long gone now, but I wanted to give the Headmaster something to think about.”

Khin finished her inspection and stuffed the small piece of paper towel behind an old paint can on a nearby shelf. “Let’s get back to the quad. You really surprised me tonight, Emmy. Madison said you could be trusted, but I didn’t expect you’d be up for everything we did tonight. Maybe you’re Red Cage Society material after all…”

Emily had a lot to think about as they walked back. It was all of three o’clock in the morning as they crossed towards their building. Her eyes were on the ground and her shoulders hunched against the wind. She was following the sound of Khin’s footsteps more than anything else. When Khin stopped suddenly, Emily walked straight into her.

“Oh shit.” Khin whispered. Emily looked up. Their building was almost completely dark, but one window blazed brightly, stark against the dark night. The common room light was on, there was no mistaking which window it was, square in the centre of the floor. Athena had noticed they weren’t in their beds, and she was waiting.

The room they had escaped from was still dark though, which gave Emily a tiny scrap of hope. She gave Khin a boost up to the window; bracing her hands against her thigh and letting the older girl clamber up. They had left the window open just a crack, enough that a casual glance wouldn’t spot the gap, but still enough that they could open it from the outside. Despite the cold Khin had the window open in just a few seconds and she helped Emily struggle through as quietly as she could. Together they knelt on the carpet in the pitch dark room and listened.

The sound was as painfully familiar as it was unmistakable. Along with squeaks, whimpers, and tearful apologies, Emily could clearly overhear the repeated CRACK of a hard piece of wood striking the vulnerable bare bottom of a young woman learning a hard lesson. Khin crept to the door, cracked it open just a hair and peered out into the common room. After a moment, Emily joined her.

Over Athena’s lap was a very red-faced and red-bottomed Aurora. The spanking had clearly been going on for a while, as her bottom was an angry red. A few students had come into the common room itself to watch, while more faces watched cautiously from doorways. Madison was in the corner, hands on her head, and her own very red bottom on display. The wine bottle that she and Aurora had left with stood on the table next to the sofa on which Athena had Aurora over her lap.

Clearly Khin and Emily had missed some excitement while they had been away, and they were only catching the tail end of the punishment. They watched for a minute before silently closing the door. Khin walked to the dresser and tossed Emily Aurora’s gym clothes. “Get in bed and pretend to be asleep when Athena checks up on us – Aurora wasn’t supposed to be in your room, after all.” Khin hissed.

Emily quickly changed and curled up in Aurora’s bed. She could still hear the paddling going on. Aurora’s cries were turning to sobs and her apologies were becoming frantic now. It had looked like a particularly heavy paddle, probably the vicious piece of wood the RA had dubbed the “Kitten Tamer” and Athena had looked extremely annoyed. She felt bad for Aurora and Madison, but she still slid her hand down to her cage. The sound had its appeal so long as it wasn’t happening to her, and she hadn’t forgotten Khin’s promise of helping to warm her up.

She couldn’t touch much, but her own finger on the hole at the very tip of the cage was better than nothing. She smiled and her stomach filled with butterflies at the thought. She could feel her nipples harden and the cage begin to leak… Khin thought she was cool. One of the bad girls. One of her friends. Maybe, if she was very lucky, more than friends...

Athena stuck her nose into the room a few minutes later, and both Emily and Khin did their best to lay still and pretend to be asleep. She heard Athena’s flashlight click on, and through her eyelids she could see the light as the RA held the beam on her face for a few seconds. Apparently satisfied Athena closed the door and they could hear Aurora and Madison being sent to bed as well with a final scolding.

As soon as the common room light clicked off and silence fell over the quad again Emily felt Khin’s warm body join her in Aurora’s narrow bed. There really wasn’t room for two to sleep in such a small bed, but sleep wasn’t really what either of them had in mind. Listening to Aurora’s spanking had made her cage tight and drippy, and the feeling of Khin’s body gently pressed against hers had the skin inside the metal tube aching for attention.

Khin’s touch was light but confident as she ran her fingers along Emily’s bare arm, up her shoulder, neck, and into the hair at the back of her head. In the dark she felt rather than saw Khin lean in for the kiss; gentle but insistent. She didn’t bully her way into Emily’s mouth the way Madison did; Khin was firmly in control but she was willing to allow Emily a bit of give and take. Emily was conscious of her braces in moment like this, as she ever was; but Khin didn’t seem to mind at all.

Emily reached out in the dark, feeling for Khin, and she found her bare hip next to her own. Emily was still in her borrowed pyjamas but Khin had already undressed. The blue-haired brat’s hip was round and smooth, and at Emily’s touch Khin moaned gently, pushing her tongue deeper into Emily’s mouth. Khin’s hand covered Emily’s and moved her hand off of her hip, and onto her bottom. Khin’s hand tightened over hers, pushing Emily’s fingertips into her soft skin, and only relaxing when Emily gripped her forcefully, her body responding to the touch enthusiastically.

Emily felt Khin’s cage press against her thigh, she could feel her straining against the metal by the way the small hard bulb of metal pulsed against her. Khin ground against her body as her right hand slid under Emily’s shirt, seeking her breasts. Emily whimpered as Khin found her right nipple and pinched it gently, breaking the kiss only briefly to breathe. What had been an electric, if too brief kiss before had been just a taste. Emily’s head swam with desire and with need at Khin’s flattering interest.

Emily could feel Khin’s hips moving under her hand as she ground her cage against Emily’s hip and thigh. She released Khin’s ass with a touch of regret, and moved her hand up along her side to cup Khin’s right breast in her hand. Khin’s nipple was pieced, which was an exciting surprise. Khin was so mysterious; of all the girls during their game of spin the bottle she had kept the most clothes, she very seldom spoke about herself at all and never of her past. The tiny surprise of a slim barbell through her nipple made her even more alluring.

Emily broke the kiss at last and moved her lips to Khin’s pierced nipple, licking and then sucking until it was hard.

“H-hey!” Khin murmured. “No fair, Emmy. You’ve still got your clothes on, you tease!”

Emily swallowed hard. She knew she was cute... enough. She was certainly fit, but she wasn’t as pretty as Madison, or Khin, or Aurora. Her hips were too narrow, her chest too flat, to say nothing of her braces...

Khin surprised her by flicking on the flashlight on her phone and setting it on the nightstand. The light was pale, milky, and weak but it illuminated the room well enough. Khin was laying next to her on the bed, nude apart from her cage, her face a mix of eagerness, arousal, and consternation. The pale light set off her blue hair beautifully; Emily knew it had to be dyed, but she had never seen her roots grow in, or any sign of what her natural hair colour was. Like Emily there was no hair above or around her cage, but Khin had tied a pretty blue bow, almost the exact same shade as her hair, around the cage.

Emily looked down at the bow, back up at Khin, and smiled.

“Shut up! It’s cute!” Khin replied, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. She was always so confidently self-assured. Seeing her nervous, vulnerable... Emily felt so much more relaxed. Khin was... so perfectly soft. She was slim, but not athletic, her stomach had the tiniest bit of curve to it, and her breasts were fuller than Emily’s. While Madison was equally comfortable clothed and nude, Khin was clearly a little nervous, and that made her even more attractive.

With a new confidence, Emily slid off her shorts and panties and then pulled the t-shirt over her head. She saw Khin’s face flush pink with interest and attraction, making her blush in return. With a smile Khin knelt on the bed and climbed gently on top of Emily, her black cage just below Emily’s navel. Reaching back Khin tucked Emily’s cage between her soft, round, bottom cheeks. Emily couldn’t feel it, but being so close to Khin’s hole, even locked, was exhilarating.

Emily stroked Khin’s thighs as Khin began rocking back and forth on top of her; Emily closed her eyes and tired to imagine how it would feel to be inside of Khin. Feeling her warm, wet hole gripping around her shaft, feeling her squeeze down gently as she thrust into her. Emily shivered and moaned at the thought. Khin smiled knowingly and traced a finger from Emily’s collarbone, between her breasts, and down to her navel.

“Feeling all backed up, Emmy?” Khin teased her, leaning forward to lick and nibble at Emily’s breasts. Emily wasn’t sure if was her own excitement she could smell, Khin’s or a mix of the two, but even as limp as the cage kept her she could feel herself leaking. “I can help with that...” Khin’s smile widened. “You clearly don’t mind breaking the rules... can you cum if I use my fingers? Massage your little p-spot until you spurt for me?” Khin ground her bottom against Emily’s cage; she had to feel how wet she was, and she clearly didn’t mind.

Emily could see Khin’s cage dribbling as well, leaving a slippery trail across the lower part of her abdomen. “I... We.... we shouldn’t...” Emily stammered. A little graffiti was one thing, but... she could see Khin’s black cage resting against her stomach in the dim light; she couldn’t imagine sharing that fate.

“Really, Em?” Khin’s voice wasn’t taunting; more disbelieving. “You helped us steal that wine right under the Headmaster’s nose, and then you vandalized his house...” Khin’s hips never stopped; it was so hard to think when she was doing that. Emily couldn’t feel anything, but she could imagine. She could imagine so much...

“But... but...” Emily fought to keep her head clear. It would be so easy to say yes, to have Khin’s fingers inside her, to ride her new friend’s hand to a frustrating but profoundly forbidden orgasm here in the privacy of her room.  On one hand Khin was right, it was almost certainly less risky that everything else they had done tonight, but on the other.... It was Rattangrove’s Golden Rule. No matter how good it might feel, if Athena walked in at the wrong moment, it was straight to the Headmaster for both of them, and he likely wouldn’t be in a good mood when he found the graffiti.

“I... can’t...” Emily finally whispered. “If I get caught...” Khin looked down at her sympathetically. If she was disappointed, it didn’t show. “I get it.” She whispered back, cupping Emily’s face in one hand so that Emily couldn’t look away. “If we get caught, you end up straight in a red cage; and that’s no fun at all.” Khin’s eyes flashed down to her own black cage. “Y’know... as much as I make it look cool.”

Emily snorted at that, and Khin’s hands slid down to Emily’s sides to tickle her, taking her from a small titter to a full on giggling fit. Khin was laughing too as Emily tried to swat her hands away, but with Khin on top of her there was only so much Emily could do to defend herself. Finally she managed to seize each of Khin’s wrists in her hands, pulling her down for a kiss. Emily wasn’t about to break Rattangrove’s Golden Rule but it didn’t mean their night had to end.

Khin responded enthusiastically, squeezing Emily with her thighs and running her hands over her small breasts. When she finally broke the kiss Khin was looking down at her with a small, nervous smile. She twisted a lock of her hair in her fingers, fidgeting and hesitant.

Finally, so softly that Emily could barely hear her at all, she whispered “Would you help me instead then?” She looked vulnerable in that moment, far more than Emily had ever seen her before. With her black cage she was utterly forbidden any orgasm at all, not even a milking. Emily couldn’t deny her, not when she was so beautiful and fragile in the pale light.

Hand lotion wasn’t the perfect lube, but it would do in a pinch. Khin was surprisingly tight for such a rebel, and Emily had to be careful not to hurt her as she eased a single finger inside her. It was a spectacular view for Emily, Khin’s petite form kneeling on the bed in front of her, her chest pushed into the mattress, her bottom in the air, and her black cage dangling below, dripping with excitement. Emily used her left hand to stroke Khin’s heavy, swollen plums while she searched out her prostate with her right index finger.

Emily had tried in vain to find her own prostate with her fingers, but she had never managed it. She was absolutely no stranger to anal orgasms but her fingers simply didn’t reach. She knew where she should be looking for Khin’s button, but it wasn’t until she heard Khin gasp with pleasure than she knew she had found it.

Very gently, Emily explored Khin’s innermost pleasure centre, eventually sliding a second finger inside to join the first. Khin pushed back against her hand and her cage was running pre-cum in a long, clear stream but Emily wasn’t sure if she was doing it right. She realized that for all the times she had begged Madison for this, for all the times she had been the one desperately trying to cheat her cage, she had never actually been on this side of the coin before.

Khin’s hips rocked back and forth, and Emily allowed her new friend to set her own rhythm, leaving her fingers in place, curved at what she hoped was the correct angle, and letting Khin scratch her own itch. Her whimpers and moans built with need and in intensity as she fucked herself against Emily’s hand; but after a few minutes she plateaued. Her mewls of pleasure turned to groans of frustration as an anal orgasm seemed out of reach. Finally she stopped, and slapped her hands against the bed-sheets in aggravation.

“Damn it... It’s not working...” Emily could hear the edge in her voice. Tears of pure frustration weren’t far away.

Emily stroked her back. “I’m here all night if you...”

“Can we... try something else?” Khin cut her off abruptly. Emily slid her fingers out of Khin as she turned around to face Emily. Emily could read the frustration and denial in her expression, her flushed cheeks spoke to how much she had enjoyed being fingered, but her quavering lip told Emily she hadn’t gotten anywhere near close enough.

“Khin laid back on the pillows at the head of the bed and spread her legs. “Will... will you lick my... my cage?” The question clearly made her uncomfortable. “If... if you play with me... inside... while you lick the tip...” She buried her face in her hands, too embarrassed to look back at Emily. “Please? My old roommate used to do it for me, but Aurora’s afraid we’ll get caught...” Her voice sounded watery now, the tears were at the precipice. “It’s been so long, Emmy... please?”

Emily leaned forward and pulled Khin’s hands away from her face. “Of course.” She smiled down at the vulnerable, desperate girl, keeping eye contact until she finally got a weak, hopeful smile in return. “Just tell me how you like it.”

It turned out how Khin like it was to ride two of Emily’s fingers while she lay on her back, propped up slightly by some pillows. While Emily’s right hand was busy, her left hand and her mouth were free to pay some attention to Khin’s bouncing, straining, chastity cage. Emily used her fingers to very gently stroke Khin’s plump testes while she used the tip of her tongue to gently lick the tiny nub of pink skin that showed through the tip of Khin’s cage.

At least she tried to. Khin alternated between thrusting her hips against Emily’s fingers until she tired herself out, and then laying squirmily while Emily finger fucked her and licked the incredibly sensitive skin that she could reach. Emily had to be patient; she was learning on the fly that the Rattangrove cages were incredibly well designed. She got Khin to the edge twice before she finally got it just right.

“Oh shit, Emmy. Oh fuck.... This is it, I’m gonna cum...” Khin squirmed against her fingers as Emily took the tip of her cage gently into her mouth. She feathered her tongue over Khin’s spasming cage while she firmly pressed down right on her sub button with both fingers. Khin gasped as she finally went over the edge after months of frustration, spurting a positively massive and extremely thick load into Emily’s mouth.

“Dontstopdontstopdontstop...” Khin whispered frantically as her body emptied itself at last in a powerful orgasm. Emily felt gout after gout of hot, musky cum hit her tongue, the roof of her mouth, her teeth. Khin’s orgasm went on for nearly ten seconds as she flooded Emily’s mouth with months worth of semen. Finally, she sighed, her body stopped spasming, and she laid back on the pillows, finally spent.

Emily was left with an uncomfortably large, and very strong-tasting load in her mouth. She was no flincher, but she knew from experience just how thick and... aromatic... her own cum became after a couple of months and Khin was no different. As Khin looked up at her, dazed and grateful, Emily swallowed the whole mess with only a tiny flinch. Khin’s little swimmers would make for a mildly upset tummy, but she could deal with it.

“You swallowed?” Khin’s face radiated affection, relief, and surprise and she laughed. “I wouldn’t have... it gets so nasty after a few months. You’re sure I can’t return the favour?” Emily shook her head. It wasn’t worth getting herself into that sort of trouble. She laid down next to Khin and to her surprise the blue-haired girl curled up in her arms. Emily stroked her hair as she watched the last few thick white droplets ooze from the tip of Khin’s cage.

“Thank you, Emmy. I owe you for that. You really surprised me tonight.” Khin’s voice was already growing thick with drowsiness. “I was shocked you went along with everything, but I’m so glad you did.” She looked up at Emily one last time with her bright blue eyes. “Especially this last thing; I know it was a risk helping me.” Khin nuzzled against her, getting comfortable enough to sleep. “You’d have gotten red-caged for sure just for helping me, but I needed that so badly...”

Emily went cold. She hadn’t thought of that but Khin was already gently snoring by the time she recovered from the shock. Slowly, so as not to disturb the girl sleeping in her arms, Emily pulled the blanket up to cover them both. They’d have to come up with a good cover story in the morning about why Emily had slept in Khin’s room, but they were safe for now. Emily could feel the evidence of their crime as a slick, heavy weight in her stomach.

Khin murmured in her sleep as Emily reached over and turned off the light. She was asleep herself a few moments later.