File B

"Kayleigh ... wake up Kayleigh..."

"Not yet mom," the thirteen year old grumbled. "Let me sleep a little longer."

"I'm sorry Kayleigh ... but it's time to get up..."

"Just ... just a lil' longer." She rolled over and crooked an arm over her ear. "I can be late for school..."

"No Kayleigh ... you have to wake up now ... it's time to begin."

Something about her mother's voice sounded different. She was never so calm, so gentle when it came time to wake her up for school. "Please mom, just let me sleep."

"I'm sorry Kayleigh ... if you don't wake up on your own ... I'll have to wake you up..."

'Go ahead and try, ' she groaned in her head, 'I'm too damned tired to get up.'

Bzzzzzzzt!

"WHAAH! WHAT THE FUCK!" Kayleigh's emerald green eye's snapped open as her body jerked and twitched. The vibration between her legs ended as suddenly as it had begun, but the shock of it was enough to have her sitting bolt upright in an instant. "What's ... what's going on?"

Her heart slamming against her chest, her hands dived between her slim thighs to remove the odd sensation. Between them she found herself wearing a crazy pair of underwear; Black leather, soft on the inside, but hard on the outside. She tried to pull them off but they wouldn't budge, they were cinched too tightly around her narrow hips. They were so tight that she couldn't even slip a finger between them and her flat stomach. The black panties stood out in stark contrast against her creamy white skin.

Her brain tried to comprehend what was going on, to make sense of where she was, but panic twisted logic and only emotion remained. "Where? What?"

Her head whipped around in all directions, curly red hair flying to and fro. Too quickly to make out much of anything, but enough to be sure that she was no longer at home in her bedroom.

"Calm down Kayleigh ... Everything is going to be okay..."

The strange woman's voice echoed in the tiny room from above. Hearing it now while fully awake, she was surprised that she had first believed it belonged to her mother. The accent was all wrong. Her mother had a slight Irish lilt when she spoke. This woman sounded foreign, from India or maybe Pakistan; nothing like her mom's voice at all.

Kayleigh stood up; her bare feet warm against the tile floor. As she stood her breasts jiggled slightly, and she realized that she was nearly naked save for the leather panties. Instinctively her hands crossed over each other to cover her bare chest, hiding her puffy A-cups from view.

Harsh light flooded the room from above, shining against her freckled skin in a way that almost made her appear as if she were glowing. She squinted into that light, searching for the location of the female voice.

"Hello?"

"Hello Kayleigh ... Are you fully awake now?"

"Yes!" she called to the ceiling, "what's going on? Why am I here?" She quickly looked down at her own exposed lithe body before returning her attention above. "Why am I naked?!"

"So many questions little Kayleigh ... but if you want answers, you have to do something for me first..."

"Who are you?" She trembled despite the warmth of the room. "What do you want?"

"Who I am is unimportant ... but what I want is..." The voice seemed to come from directly above her, but she couldn't see where, "I need you to do exactly as I say ... with no hesitation ... and no complaints..."

Kayleigh couldn't believe her ears. 'Who the fuck does this lady think she is?'

"Do you understand me?"

"I'm not doing anything until you tell me what the hell is going on!" she cried angrily. "You can fuck off until then! You hear me? FUCK YOU!"

"It displeases me to hear you say that, Kayleigh..."

"Good!" she yelled. "Do you get your rocks off kidnapping people? Huh? You fucking sicko! Let me out of here!"

"Not until you do as you are told..."

Kay stood defiantly. "And what if I don't?"

"Well, then we will have to hurt your friend..."

"What?" Confusion caused her to grimace, her button nose scrunching up with her rosy cheeks. "What friend?"

There was a brief pause before the voice spoke again. "Tiffany Brophy..."

"Tiffany?" Kay's thoughts went into a tailspin. "You have Tiffany here too?"

"Yes Kayleigh ... We have Tiffany ... and if you refuse to obey me ... we will be forced to administer an electrical shock to her..."

"What? No! What are you talking about?" Kay found it hard to focus. Thoughts, images of her best friend being tortured somewhere flashed in her head like gunshots fired at point blank range. "Don't you hurt her!"

"That will depend on how well you perform, Kayleigh ... Now ... are you ready to listen?"

"I ... I don't..." The room seemed to be spinning, rocking under her feet. She didn't want Tiff to get hurt, especially not because of her, but she also didn't want to just give in to these sick people's demand. "How ... how do I know that you're telling the truth? How do I know that you really have Tiff here too?"

"That's simple ... all you have to do is turn around..."

For one horrible moment Kayleigh froze in fear. The little hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention and her blood ran icy cold in her veins. Slowly she brought her eyes down from the lights. Purple splotches obscured her vision until she blinked them away.

Directly in front of her was a plain white wall, in the center of which a camera lens gawked at her from behind a glass partition. Knowing for sure that she was being watched, she readjusted her hands to make sure her nipples were covered completely. She hadn't really needed too, she hadn't grown much bigger than a peach split in half, but it made her feel better to do so.

The last person to see her bare chested had been one of her older brothers, and that had been by accident, but his laughter at her less than ample bust had burned a scar in her that might not ever fully heal. Even now, under the harsh lights and in full view of the camera, she could still hear his taunts.

'What are those?' he jeered and pointed. 'Did you get bit by a mosquito or something?'

Her attention moved over to her right where another white wall stood, but this one had a door. A quick glance told her everything she needed to know about this exit. The door had no handle; it could only be opened from the other side.

She continued to twist around in place, her heart thumping at the prospect of what she was certain to find, but her curiosity driving her actions. If Tiff was really in the same room as her, she had to know, she had to see her with her own eyes. What she saw took her breath away. "Oh my god!"

At first she didn't quite recognize the shape in front of her as being human. Perhaps that's why she had missed it before. Now, as she stood on her wobbly legs, her eyes wide open and the remnants of her dreams long since erased, she could clearly see that she was not alone.

She still wasn't convinced it was Tiff, but it was definitely a young girl. Her complete lack of clothing and exposed position removed any doubt of gender. The girl faced away from Kay, stomach down, and her rear pointing obscenely at her. Her head was hidden from view, separated from the rest of her body by a wall that divided her at the neck. Her hands had received a similar treatment, her elbows hanging limply under the support given by her trapped wrists.

The girl's body did not rest on the floor. Instead she had been elevated, her lower half held aloft by what looked like a tiny weight bench. Between the bench and the wall was an open space that allowed the girl's large breasts to hang freely, twin hard nipples pointed to the floor. Her legs were bent up towards her chest and her knees bent back so that Kay could see the bottoms of the girl's feet.

All of this gave Kay a perfectly lewd view of the girl's privates which were spread open in such a way as to leave nothing to imagination. Kay stared in fascination at this girl's genitals. She herself had never seen a woman's parts so clearly.

The closest she had come was when she had accidentally come across her older brother's Penthouse Magazine, and then she had only flipped through so quickly that she barely had time to burn those images to memory.

This was different than pictures. Different even than the time she'd used a compact mirror to try and inspect her own privates to see if she had started to grow hair yet. A knock on the bathroom door had put a frightening end to her curiosity then. Living with four older brothers didn't leave her with any real privacy. But here, on display for her to ponder at her own leisure, without fear of discovery, was the mystery revealed.

Somewhere overhead the woman's voice called down to her. "It's okay to look, Kayleigh ... We want you to look ... We want you to see..."

As if in a trance, Kay slowly padded closer to the strange girl bound in front of her. She noticed that on the floor below the girl's pink feet was a black leather pad. As she drew closer she sank down low, bending until her knees rested on it.

From here she was mere inches away from another woman's sex. Close enough to see the fine brown hairs that fluttered as she breathed. Close enough to feel heat coming from her body. Close enough to smell her, a clean smell like soap, and something else, something that filled her flaring nostrils and sent her heart racing once more, the musky scent of a woman.

Kayleigh felt dirty kneeling before this girl as close as she was. Her eyes wandered over every fold of flesh, every curve, and every crevice. She was surprised by the many different skin colors that were available to her eyes, especially on the interior portions exposed. She hadn't expected it to be so pink, so vividly pink, almost cotton candy pink inside. It made her wonder if her own kitty was so brightly adorned.

Just above the girl's opening was another hole that Kayleigh had only vague images stored in her mind. The tiny crinkled opening of the girl's anus was pinched closed. The skin immediately around the hole was lighter in color and appeared to be baby smooth. The round cheeks of the girl's bottom were slightly upturned and appeared to be a bit fuller than her own bony posterior. This girl even had developed hips, unlike herself who still had basically the same body as a young boy.

She found herself in envy of this girl's form. From the size of her breasts to the shape of her hips, this girl looked much more of a woman than she did. Even her lightly tanned skin seemed more feminine.

Kayleigh couldn't tan. The best she could hope for was an even burn if she sat in the sun for too long. And those damned freckles, those brown specks that covered her from head to toe, how she hated them. And her hair! God, she hated her hair. A bright orange mop that frizzed out like an afro if the weatherman even mentioned rain. With her flat as a board chest, her skinny legs and narrow hips, her freckled face and bony butt, no wonder the boys only paid her attention when they were making fun of her. She looked like a struck match! But not this girl, this girl had the body of a woman, or at least more of a start than Kayleigh did.

'Is this Tiffany?' she wondered. Had her friend grown so much faster than she had?

She knew that Kayleigh was bustier than her. Even though her friend tried to hide her new boobs behind big sweaters, it was impossible not to notice. Even the boys at school commented on her recent expansion, much to both girl's discomfort. Tiffany felt self conscious about them, but Kayleigh had grown jealous. After all, she was the older one; shouldn't she have got them first?

She had played off her jealousy though. She even convinced her friend to buy a bikini so that she could proudly display them at the lake over the summer, even though she herself still wore a simple one piece that made her own pair seem even smaller by comparison. Oh and how they all gawked at her, whispered their dirty little comments about her friend's endowment as she bounced and jiggled. She found herself staring at those boobs herself, maybe staring a bit too much, imagining what it would feel like to have all those eyes on her for once.

She snapped herself out her wandering memories. 'There's only one way to tell for sure if this is her or not.' She shifted herself around awkwardly on her knees until she was beside the bound girl, looking intently for a tiny birthmark on her foot, a sure sign that this was in fact Tiffany.

"Oh shit." Her eyes found it almost instantly, but she needed to be sure that it hadn't been painted on. Carefully she adjusted her left arm to cover both of her breasts, freeing her right hand to check. She reached out and gently touched it.

The moment her finger touched the darker patch of skin the bound girl lurched violently. Kayleigh yanked her hand away, thinking that maybe she had hurt her in some way. After a brief pause, the girl that Kayleigh was now convinced really was Tiffany, began to twist, turn and pull her body in an agonized way against her unyielding bonds. Her muscles rippled and strained as she jerked and fought.

Now believing that Tiff was being electrocuted as the woman had warned her she would, Kay's first thought was to try and free her. Her eyes sought out buckles that did not exist, nor did any buttons or switches. The voice from above stopped her before she attempted to pull on the straps.

"You can't release her bonds ... They are mechanically locked ... Only I can release them..."

"Please!" Tears formed in her eyes as she watched her friend thrash around, her bindings turning her skin puffy and red. "Please let her out! Don't hurt her please! I'll do it! I'll do what you want!"

Tiff struggled on as Kay crumpled to the floor in sobs. "Please ... I'll do what ever you want ... just stop it ... stop hurting her..."

Kayleigh closed her eyes, trying to shut out the horrifying sight, but her ears could still hear the struggle of flesh fighting against leather.

"Make it stop! Make it stop!" Her hands left her chest to cover her ears, her modesty forgotten. "Please ... Make it stop!"

"Are you ready to do as I say without complaint, without questions ... and without hesitation?"

"YES! JUST STOP IT!" she cried. The voice did not answer. Tiff continued to twitch for what seemed like forever, but then she finally slumped into her bindings, hanging limply. A wave of relief swept through Kay. It was over.

"Thank you..." she sobbed, "Thank you for stopping."

"Don't thank me ... You were the one who put an end to her suffering ... And you will be the one responsible if it returns ... Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "Yes, I promise. I'll do what you want, just don't ... don't do that to her again. It wasn't her fault."

"You are correct ... It wasn't her fault ... It was yours..."

The harsh rebuke made Kay crumble inside. She had never felt so terrible, so ashamed of herself. Her best friend had been punished, all because she wouldn't shut up and do as she was told. Her mother always said that her sassy mouth would get her into trouble, and here it was.

Growing up with nothing but older brothers had taught her not to take shit from anyone; that when you were backed into a corner you had to fight your way out. Most people thought that her brothers took care of her, protected her and defended her, and sometimes they did, but most times they picked on her and excluded her. They only seemed to show her any kind of respect when she fought back. Be it with curse words that would get her grounded, or with fists that would end up getting her own arms bruised with retaliatory strikes.

They taught her how to grow up strong, to be tough skinned when it came to insults, or at least act like they didn't bother her. It made her a bit of a tomboy when she started school. If a boy pulled her hair, she knocked him down. If a girl said something bad about how she dressed, she said something that would crush the girl's self esteem. It didn't matter who it was, how old or young, if someone fucked with the lanky redhead, they would regret it.

She didn't always feel and act this way, especially not when she was around Tiffany. For some reason she always felt comfortable around her, free to just be herself and not have to prove anything. Tiff had been like her shadow while growing up, never far from her side for too long. She was the little sister that she never had, and she felt protective of her. She even went so far as to knock out an older boy's front teeth after he had tried to lift Tiffany's skirt. It was a lucky blow, he hadn't expected the skinny girl to lash out in such a way, but it had landed solidly.

Though her hand stung, bled and throbbed for hours after throwing that punch, the way that Tiffany had looked at her afterwards made it all worth it. Tiff had even cleaned up her wounded knuckles for her, gently dabbing away the dried blood with a damp wash cloth until the tiny gash could be seen, then laying a soft kiss upon her inflamed skin to help the pain go away. It had made Kay smile, and the memory made her smile now.

"Please stand up..."

Still shaking, but not wanting any further pain to be heaped onto Tiffany because of her, Kay quickly stood up. She became aware of the camera again as she stood in the middle of the room, its lens seeming to burn into her. Her hands left her sides and once again covered her breast in a half-hearted attempt at keeping her modesty.

This time she kept her eyes on the floor between her feet, tiny pink toes set against eggshell tiles. There was no reason to look into the blinding light above, no one could be seen there, and she had seen everything else in the room already. Well she thought she had anyway.

"Turn to your left ... There is a shelf at waist level ... On that shelf is a white jar ... Open the jar..."

Kayleigh turned in the direction she was told, and there was a small shelf on the wall opposite the door. She walked to the shelf in five strides, her feet smacking softly on the floor with each step. The shelf was only a foot long, maybe an inch or two thick, and the same depth. It was painted the same color white as the wall and nearly blended in perfectly except, for the line of dark shadow beneath it.

The only item on the shelf was a small plastic jar with a wide mouth lid. It, like the shelf, the wall and everything else in this stupid room, was white. Again she shifted her arms to free up her right hand from hiding her breast. She tried to open the jar with one hand but the lid wouldn't budge.

"Open the jar Kayleigh..."

"I'm ... I'm trying to," she strained. "Damn thing won't open."

Behind her she could hear the sounds of struggling start up again. She whipped around and found her friend's body once again straining against her bonds. The jar slipped from her hand and clattered on the floor.

"No! Stop it! I was trying to do it!" she shouted.

"Pick up the jar ... And open it..."

Kayleigh wildly scanned the floor for the missing jar. Between the bright lights and white walls she was feeling a little blinded. Suddenly there it was, sitting in the corner. She almost dove at it, both of her hands trembling as she scooped it up. With a quick twist the seal broke with loud pop that caused Kay to jump and squeak at the same time.

"I did it! I did it!" She looked to her friend and breathed a sigh of relief. Tiffany's body no longer shook.

"The next time I tell you to do something ... Do not hesitate..." the voice calmly continued. "Now ... Take the contents of the jar and spread it all over your skin, just as you would with suntan lotion..."

Kayleigh set the lid down on the shelf before turning the jar upside down over her palm. She waited for a moment but nothing came out. She glanced inside to make sure that it did contain something. Inside she discovered a clear jelly-like substance that had tiny blue dots suspended within it. She dug her fingers into the goop and found it to be room temperature and very slippery. As she pulled her fingers free the stuff gave of a pleasantly clean odor, somewhat like summer air after a thunderstorm.

Without any further delay she began to smear and rub the stuff into her skin. She started with her legs, first making sure she got the tops of her feet before moving up her calves. The stuff made her skin tingle, tiny pin pricks danced on her thighs, but not in an unpleasant way.

After re-dipping into the jar she jumped up to coat her arms from finger tips to shoulders in several broad strokes. The pleasant tingling followed her hands where ever they roamed. Now she moved to her stomach then up her ribs until she grazed over her nipples.

"Ohhhhh..."

A new sensation swept through her like a wave of heat. She closed her eyes and continued to move her hands all over her body. Her neck, her face, even her ears became slick with the stuff. Everywhere she touched her body tingled, each breath tasting sweeter than the last.

"What is this stuff?" she mumbled to herself as the full effect of the gel rolled through her. "I ... like ... it..."

Her thoughts, which had been clear just moments before, began to swim in a state of euphoria. Flashes of heat washed her body, bathed her in a glistening sheen of perspiration. Her entire body felt both heavy and light at the same time, her reactions slow but sensations running extremely high. Though she had long since coated nearly every inch of her exposed flesh, her hands hadn't stopped moving, caressing, teasing.

"Thisss isssss nicccccce..." Even speaking brought new thrills to her. She began to bite her lower lip, enjoying the minor pain that she was causing herself.

"Open your eyes, Kayleigh..."

Her lashes fluttered a number of times, but eventually they opened to thin slits, just barely enough for her to see the room around her again. Everything had a dreamy quality to it. The white surfaces seemed to glow from within. Even Tiffany appeared to shine, her delicate pink light filling the room and Kayleigh with a sense of warmth.

However these weren't the only lights in the room; above where Tiffany's head should have been flashed a new light, with new colors. Like a moth drawn to a porch light, Kayleigh found herself drifting towards it. As she moved the air in the room continued to caress her skin, causing her to shudder and gasp.

Green, green, green, red, red, green. Over and over the little light blinked.

"Whatzzz that?"

"That is Tiffany answering questions; if she tells the truth ... It turns green; if she lies ... It turns red..." the woman's voice seemed to purr in her head. "Would you like to hear her?"

"Yessss..." She leaned over Tiff's body, her eyes only a few inches from the rapidly flashing light. There was a clicking noise, and then a clunk followed by a man's voice.

"Yes or no, Tiff, are you sexually attracted to Kayleigh Roberts?"

Kayleigh tilted her head to the ceiling. 'Did that man just ask if Tiff was attracted to me?'

"Yes, but how did you..." Tiffany's shaky voice answered.

'Yes?' Kay spun her head to face the lights and the location of the voices. 'Did she say yes?'

"Have you ever kissed her?"

'Don't tell them!' Kay screamed in her mind while shaking her head. 'Don't tell them about our secret!'

"Yes, but we were just playing arou..."

'Nooooo!'

"The kiss wasn't just playing around for you, was it Tiff?"

Kayleigh's heart beat faster and faster.

"What? Yes ... I mean no. Slow dow..."

Thump thump, Thump thump, Thump thump. It thundered in her ears.

"That kiss turned you on, didn't it Tiff?"

'God, why is he asking her that?'

"No ... I mean yes ... I mean..."

'Oh my god! She sounds so scared!'

"You wanted that kiss to go further, didn't you?"

'I did, but she didn't, ' she answered the question herself. 'She's not like that.'

"Yes ... I ... no ... why are you..."

'Why does she keep saying yes?'

"You wanted her to kiss you back the way that you were kissing her, didn't you?"

'The way she was kissing me? I was the one kissing ... but then ... she ... I... '

The memory of the event suddenly crystallized. 'Oh God! She... !'

"STOP! YES! YES I WANTED HER TO KISS ME FOR REAL!"

There was a click and a clunk. Once again the room fell into silence. Kayleigh slowly sank to the floor as if she were melting, her eyes still fixed to the ceiling far above. Her mouth hung open and her tiny frame shuddered.

Over and over the memory of that kiss replayed in vivid detail. The two of them, alone in Kayleigh's bedroom during a sleep over; the sweet smell of her perfume wafting in the air around them as they giggled and laughed while dancing silly to ABBA's "Fernando" on the radio.

It was almost eleven at night, and they were giddy about being allowed to stay up so late. A slow song came on the radio, "Always and Forever". Kayleigh smiled at the still giggling Tiff as she rolled on the floor clutching a pillow to her chest. 'I love this song!' Tiff beamed up at her.

From the edge of the bed Kayleigh's eyes traveled the length of Tiff's exposed leg. Her nightie had ridden up over her knees almost all the way to her hips, exposing her pink cotton panties to Kayleigh. They were pulled up tight against her skin, the shape of her sex clearly outlined. Kay felt herself flush at the sight and not really knowing why, she averted her eyes. She'd seen Tiff in various states of undress before, but for some reason, this time caused her heart to pound.

'Do you ever think about what it's like to dance with a boy?' Tiff had asked dreamily as she rocked from side to side on the floor, 'Like slow dancing?'

'We ... we could dance with each other.' The words slipped from Kay's lips before she could stop herself, 'If you want?'

'Really, ' Tiff excitedly stood up, 'You'd dance with me?'

'Um ... yeah, ' Kay tried to act nonchalant, never looking directly at her friend. 'I mean ... we should ... you know ... practice so that when we do dance with a boy, we won't make fools of ourselves.'

'Okay.' Tiff moved in front of Kay, her eyes full of excitement. 'Let's do it!'

Her choice of words didn't go unnoticed, Kay's knees nearly buckled under her, but she just returned the smile and took her friend into her arms. 'I'll lead.'

The pair moved slowly in time with the soft music. At first there was space between them, but then Tiff, the shorter of them, leaned in and rested her head on Kay's shoulder. She could feel her friend's body heat against her; feel her breathing in a steady rhythm in time with their steps. She could smell Tiff's hair and inhaled deeply, the scent sending a wave of exhilaration through her. Tiff's breath warmed her neck, sending chills up her spine and a tingling sensation in her abdomen.

They danced, arms tightly wrapped around one another, feet shuffling on the deep pile carpet, hearts beating together. Kay had closed her eyes at some point, her mind searching her new feelings, looking for an answer for why she wanted so desperately to hold on to Tiff like this forever. She found herself talking without noticing what she was saying, her words whispered into Tiff's ear.

'We ... we should practice kissing too. Just ... just in case.'

Tiff pulled her head from Kay's warm shoulder and turned her face, but didn't look into her eyes. 'Okay... ', she whispered.

They moved closer and closer, trembling in anticipation. Kay tilted her head opposite to Tiffany's, eyes closed tight, praying that she wasn't dreaming. Lips touched; soft, gentle, nervous, quivering. Their hands gripped one another tighter, fingers grasping thin fabric of night clothes. They become lost in one another, wet lips pressed in full contact, the world around them erased for one blessed moment, soft hums of bliss vibrating between them.

Kay felt as if she were going to swoon, and then it happened ... she felt something ... something wetter than her friend's lips. It gently touched her own lips, finding the space between them, and tried to slip into her mouth. It surprised her and she suddenly pulled free with a wet 'smuck' sound.

She found herself staring into the wide open, frightened eyes of Tiffany. She looked ashen and about to cry. Kay had thought that Tiff was upset that they had kissed, she thought that Kay hadn't really wanted to do it, that she had forced her to. Kay released her hands from behind her friend and backed away. She began to panic, not wanting to lose Tiff as a friend because she had pushed things too far.

'I'm sorry Tiff, I ... I didn't mean to ... Let's just keep this a secret, okay? Just between us?'