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Amanda lay down on her back, and leaned her head forward to watch Takara as she walked over to the set of drawers next to the bed. Takara opened a drawer and pulled out a small leather case, then walked over to Amanda, unzipped the case and pulled out a few lock picks.

"Now hold still 😃"

Amanda felt a twinge of anxiety -- did Takara really know what she was doing? What would happen if she came back to the university with part of her chastity belt damaged?

Amanda took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to get her mind off the humiliation of Takara having to "break in" to her vagina. She heard a series of soft clicks, and wondered whether Takara was making any progress. She debated asking Takara how things were going, wondering if-

"Hah! Got it 😁"

Amanda opened her eyes and saw Takara grinning, holding up the lock that held her chastity belt together.

"Now how does the rest of this come off?"

"It's in two pieces, the front and back parts tilt out, or up, or whatever, and then when you hear a click, you can pull them out of the boxes."

"Ah, okay. Here, stand up and I'll get the back part."

Takara helped Amanda up, then removed the back metal piece, and was momentarily unsure of what to do next. Having to pick the lock of Amanda's chastity belt had interrupted their "momentum", and she felt conflicted as she looked at Amanda. Takara almost felt like she was taking advantage of the poor girl, who was currently as naked as possible -- Takara was still wrapping her head around the fact that Amanda was really trapped in her cast 24 hours a day.

Amanda interrupted Takara's train of thought by walking behind her, so Takara was between Amanda and the bed. She grinned and walked toward Takara, gently bumping into her, and Takara was quite surprised when Amanda pushed her onto the bed. Amanda quickly climbed on top of her and leaned forward, letting her weight press her casted arms into the mattress. She wrapped her legs around Takara, who seemed a bit surprised about how proficiently Amanda had pinned her to the bed -- Takara looked up at her and smiled, then reached up to place her hand at the back of Amanda's head and pulled her in for a kiss.

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"That was amazing."

"Yeah, you are insatiable 😘 ... you know, this might surprise you, but this was the first time I've fucked a girl in a body cast."

"😟 I'm sorry, I know it's weird, I wish I could get out of this stupid thing."

"Oh it's definitely weird, but don't apologize. That was the most fun I've had in a long time."

---

"Is it ... okay if I stay the night?"

"I, um ... 😯 yeah, of course! I figured you'd have to get back pretty soon though, I don't want you to get in any trouble."

"I don't think I will. It's kind of surprising, the aides at the dorms don't really pay much attention to us. There's like one aide who's a little ... zealous, but it seems like it's just a job for most of them; they don't check on us or anything."

"That's ... really surprising, with how extreme-" *knock knock* "this is."

"Yeah, I kind of get it though, because of how extreme this is ... I almost feel like the staff try to ignore us, like they know how twisted and cruel this is and try not to think about it."

"So nobody actually cares about you, uh-" Takara ran her hand up Amanda's inner thigh -- "'misbehaving'? 😜"

"Oh, I'm sure the people who work in the therapy office would care ... but they don't see us very often, just a half-hour at a time three days a week, and it seems like they assume we're not capable of getting into any 'trouble'. I'm trying to remember how the therapist phrased it on Wednesday: something like 'now that you've given up control over your body and ability to engage in sinful pleasures, we can focus on healing your soul' 🙄 ... it makes me sick."

"I guess it's easy to talk about the soul when you're not the one wiping asses or changing tampons."

"Yeah, when the aides are helping us use the bathroom or get ready for bed and stuff, they usually don't talk much, and I don't think they really pay attention to who's who. And sometimes you have to go to a different bathroom anyway if one's busy like around bedtime, so you don't always see the same aides. No one's going to notice I'm gone except for my roommate -- and I do need to text her right away so I don't forget."

"You trust her enough too?"

"I do! We've talked a lot in the past few days, and she's questioning much more than I ever expected 😊"

---

*bzzzt*

*bzzzt*

😴 "hmm?"

Still half-asleep, Amanda looked to her right toward the source of the buzzing, and realized that it was her phone.

😳 'Oh, shit!'

Amanda's heart was racing as sat up; she wondered if she'd made a huge mistake in staying away from the dorms, and whether this was a notification that her life was about to fall apart. She tapped her phone and saw that she had received five messages through Signal, and nervously unlocked her phone. Amanda was immensely relieved to see that the messages were from a mutual friend of hers and Karolina's.

"mmm ... everything okay?"

"Maybe- I mean, yeah."

Amanda looked back to her phone -- four of the five messages were screenshots, and the first was only text: "I thought you deserved to know what Karolina's been saying about you in group messages ... sorry 😕"

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A different view, without the blanket 😁

I have several images fully rendered at high resolution and ready to post to DeviantArt, across multiple story lines -- but I've had a lot of trouble finding time to get stories/captions into a state that I'm happy enough with. Hopefully that'll change soon 😇

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(previous: Unexpected options | next: Proof )

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Amanda lay down on her back, and leaned her head forward to watch Takara as she walked over to the set of drawers next to the bed. Takara opened a drawer and pulled out a small leather case, then walked over to Amanda, unzipped the case and pulled out a few lock picks.

"Now hold still 😃"

Amanda felt a twinge of anxiety -- did Takara really know what she was doing? What would happen if she came back to the university with part of her chastity belt damaged?

Amanda took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to get her mind off the humiliation of Takara having to "break in" to her vagina. She heard a series of soft clicks, and wondered whether Takara was making any progress. She debated asking Takara how things were going, wondering if-

"Hah! Got it 😁"

Amanda opened her eyes and saw Takara grinning, holding up the lock that held her chastity belt together.

"Now how does the rest of this come off?"

"It's in two pieces, the front and back parts tilt out, or up, or whatever, and then when you hear a click, you can pull them out of the boxes."

"Ah, okay. Here, stand up and I'll get the back part."

Takara helped Amanda up, then removed the back metal piece, and was momentarily unsure of what to do next. Having to pick the lock of Amanda's chastity belt had interrupted their "momentum", and she felt conflicted as she looked at Amanda. Takara almost felt like she was taking advantage of the poor girl, who was currently as naked as possible -- Takara was still wrapping her head around the fact that Amanda was really trapped in her cast 24 hours a day.

Amanda interrupted Takara's train of thought by walking behind her, so Takara was between Amanda and the bed. She grinned and walked toward Takara, gently bumping into her, and Takara was quite surprised when Amanda pushed her onto the bed. Amanda quickly climbed on top of her and leaned forward, letting her weight press her casted arms into the mattress. She wrapped her legs around Takara, who seemed a bit surprised about how proficiently Amanda had pinned her to the bed -- Takara looked up at her and smiled, then reached up to place her hand at the back of Amanda's head and pulled her in for a kiss.

---

"That was amazing."

"Yeah, you are insatiable 😘 ... you know, this might surprise you, but this was the first time I've fucked a girl in a body cast."

"😟 I'm sorry, I know it's weird, I wish I could get out of this stupid thing."

"Oh it's definitely weird, but don't apologize. That was the most fun I've had in a long time."

---

"Is it ... okay if I stay the night?"

"I, um ... 😯 yeah, of course! I figured you'd have to get back pretty soon though, I don't want you to get in any trouble."

"I don't think I will. It's kind of surprising, the aides at the dorms don't really pay much attention to us. There's like one aide who's a little ... zealous, but it seems like it's just a job for most of them; they don't check on us or anything."

"That's ... really surprising, with how extreme-" *knock knock* "this is."

"Yeah, I kind of get it though, because of how extreme this is ... I almost feel like the staff try to ignore us, like they know how twisted and cruel this is and try not to think about it."

"So nobody actually cares about you, uh-" Takara ran her hand up Amanda's inner thigh -- "'misbehaving'? 😜"

"Oh, I'm sure the people who work in the therapy office would care ... but they don't see us very often, just a half-hour at a time three days a week, and it seems like they assume we're not capable of getting into any 'trouble'. I'm trying to remember how the therapist phrased it on Wednesday: something like 'now that you've given up control over your body and ability to engage in sinful pleasures, we can focus on healing your soul' 🙄 ... it makes me sick."

"I guess it's easy to talk about the soul when you're not the one wiping asses or changing tampons."

"Yeah, when the aides are helping us use the bathroom or get ready for bed and stuff, they usually don't talk much, and I don't think they really pay attention to who's who. And sometimes you have to go to a different bathroom anyway if one's busy like around bedtime, so you don't always see the same aides. No one's going to notice I'm gone except for my roommate -- and I do need to text her right away so I don't forget."

"You trust her enough too?"

"I do! We've talked a lot in the past few days, and she's questioning much more than I ever expected 😊"

---

*bzzzt*

*bzzzt*

😴 "hmm?"

Still half-asleep, Amanda looked to her right toward the source of the buzzing, and realized that it was her phone.

😳 'Oh, shit!'

Amanda's heart was racing as sat up; she wondered if she'd made a huge mistake in staying away from the dorms, and whether this was a notification that her life was about to fall apart. She tapped her phone and saw that she had received five messages through Signal, and nervously unlocked her phone. Amanda was immensely relieved to see that the messages were from a mutual friend of hers and Karolina's.

"mmm ... everything okay?"

"Maybe- I mean, yeah."

Amanda looked back to her phone -- four of the five messages were screenshots, and the first was only text: "I thought you deserved to know what Karolina's been saying about you in group messages ... sorry 😕"

🤨 ... 😡 ... 🤬

================

A different view, without the blanket 😁

I have several images fully rendered at high resolution and ready to post to DeviantArt, across multiple story lines -- but I've had a lot of trouble finding time to get stories/captions into a state that I'm happy enough with. Hopefully that'll change soon 😇