The Exam by Metilanato

The Exam by Metilanato

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Three girls have fun in a particular way to review, with lots of bondage and plastic and heat. If you like seeing girls enjoying themselves while wrapped in plastic, this is for you. The story is old, probably written over 15 years ago.

It was a hot July morning, one of those days with the sun beating down undaunted from dawn to dusk on cities, one of those days when even the shadow of a building is a blessing for the passers-by who fill a large, chaotic city. In this metropolis, in an anonymous neighbourhood close to the suburbs, a grey concrete building with small windows and high walls housed three female students on the top floor, three friends whose lives were not only united by sharing the expenses of the rented flat, but by a passion that was, to say the least, singular.

“Francesca! Will you close the damn window!” ranted Stefania, twisting her neck in her friend’s direction. “What’s the point of having air conditioning if you open every two seconds? Your unwitting lover won’t show up today anyway…”

The girl, a tanned-skinned brunette, mumbled something and closed the small window from which she occasionally observed a flat two floors below, inhabited by a boy who attracted her.

“Thank you.” Said the other girl sitting at the eat-in kitchen table. Like Stefania, Rebecca was dressed only in her undergarments to somewhat mitigate the heat that had been plaguing the city for weeks. With a snort, she moved a long lock of wavy red hair that had ended up on her face and resumed studying. “Ste, where are you?”

The peroxide blonde, her very long hair pulled back into a ponytail that straddled the panties of her black bikini, sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

“I have finished reading chapter eight for the third time…” she said with a martyr-like manner, which provoked a smile in the redhead in front of her, like her barefoot but, on the contrary, dressed in white, a leotard adorned with lace at the cups.

“Then we’re even… I can’t take it any more! And the fact that Francesca has already finished makes me even more nervous…” She grumbled. “And you don’t talk, huh, damn you…” said Rebecca, falsely irate.

“Mmghh… nnnnnghhhttt…” muttered the girl, pointing with her right index finger at the gag of shiny green tape that sealed her lips, covering the lower part of her face until it lapped at her eyes.

“Sure, sure, any excuse is good…” laughed Stefania, remembering with what subtle smugness she had rummaged through her friend’s panties looking for the thickest ones and how the heavy pink cotton pair had filled the brunette’s entire mouth before the three long strips of vinyl tape prevented her from spitting them out even if she had wanted to.

The girl moved from the window to the nearby air conditioning unit.

“Eh no, girl… If you stand in front of us, we don’t hear anything. Don’t complain, you chose how to dress…”

‘They are definitely nervous today…’ thought Stefania, trying to cool down even one degree the rubbery membrane that sealed her arms, legs, and torso in a shiny green and clear as a leaf in summer. “I would have liked a full suit, but the heat is really excessive today. I have to make do with a bikini, my socks and my long gloves. They were the first thing these two crazy girls gave me. I care too much…”

“Francy, couldn’t you give me a glass of water? It’s here, on the table next to me…” asked Rebecca.

“Mmmghtt, nnnghtt…” the girl nodded, pouring the water into the glass container and bringing it closer to the redhead’s mouth, as her friend tied to the high-backed chair that had served as an anchor to the ropes that restrained them.

The legs were fastened at the ankle and below the knee, separately, while the arms were tied together behind the back, in a kind of one-piece garment whose ropes zigzagged in the back and wrapped around the breasts and below them, emphasising the young women’s torso.

“Don’t complain. You at least passed the Egyptology exam in the other roll-call, and now months of peace await you. While we, on the other hand, still here tied to books…”

The girl shook her head at the blonde’s bad joke and headed for the bedroom, where the computer was also located. From what they had told her, the written exam they had taken had gone well, so all their studying for the oral exam was, in her eyes, useless.

“As I thought. Here are their grades and the notice that they can accept them without doing the oral… Ah, the oral has been moved to Wednesday, so six days of peace and quiet. I’ll go tell them now.”

With the computer switched off, Francesca stood in the room, a vague idea forming in her head as she tried to smile under the firm kiss of the gag.

“It can be done…” she said to herself, grabbing into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, then moving into the room where her friends were back studying, her head bent over her books.

“So what’s new? What’s up with the jeans?”

The brunette managed to grasp the flap of the gag with her gloved fingers and with a few firm strokes removed it, using her left hand to pull off the panties, now soaked with saliva.

“I’m going…” she wheezed, moving the muscles in her face for the first time in several hours. “I’m going to check your tests. There are no results on the website, it seems due to a technical problem.”

‘And meanwhile you take off your gag and gloves… Cat’s out of the bag…’ murmured Stefania.

“Come on, it’s not like I can go to university like this. Anyway, when I come back, I’ll make amends with something better than a gag. Alright?”

“But yes, but yes. Just come back with good news. We’ll wait anxiously and chat, since you won’t be here to turn the pages.”

“Reby, I’ll steal your shoes…”

“No, they are new…” she shouted, trying to wriggle out of the ropes.

“Thank you! See you later!” she concluded, locking the door.

Almost two hours had passed when the two girls heard the key turn in the keyhole and were surprised to see their friend enter with a shopping bag full of long, rectangular boxes.

“What did you do?” asked Rebecca, the only one who could see the entrance.

“Oh, on my way back from university, I came up with an idea that might help you study. Ah, by the way, the results will only be available on Monday, and the orals have moved them to mid-week…”

“I don’t believe it. I won’t survive another few days studying like this…” huffed Stefania, almost crying.

Rebecca sighed.

“What was your idea?”

“Simple. Some time ago, a professor of mine said that one practical thing teaches as much as a hundred theories, and I think that’s true.”

“So?”

“Well, I thought maybe having you practice for your exam might help.” She explained hissingly as she undressed and, after covering her arms with a thin layer of talcum powder, slipped on the long rubber gloves she had left on the sofa.

“Practice for an Egyptology exam? The only thing practical is the process of…” Stefania interjected, as her face lit up. “Mummies! Don’t tell me you want to play mummies?”

“Why not?” she giggled, tipping about fifteen large packets of food wrap onto the table. “Do you have anything better to do? I have some sort of game in mind where all three of us will have fun. What do you say?”

“I’m in. Reby?”

The redhead looked hesitant.

“Come on, don’t tell me you don’t have a few hours to enjoy yourself?”

“I don’t know Ste, you know I love bondage and rubber, but this…”

“I promise, if you like, I’ll make you wear my panties. Oh, I have a pair for you too, my blonde Amazon who is looking at me like a grounded kitten…” she smiled. “So?”

“Deal. When do we start?”

“At least time to untie yourselves…”

Quickly the two girls were freed from their rigid position and stretched, had a drink and moved to the bedroom, from which they emerged some time later with uncertain steps and a lost look.

“Come on, don’t be shy. You are gorgeous. You should wear latex more often, it really suits you.”

Both Rebecca and Stefania wore bikinis, the redhead in shiny blue rubber, the blonde sticking to black. They walked slowly, distracted by the two intruders clinging to the inside of their briefs and making their presence felt with every movement.

“But how do you do it?”

“I guess it’s a matter of habit…” laughed Francesca, replying to her friend who had styled her long hair in a braid stopped by some coloured elastic bands that stood out against the almost total white of her hair. “I will retrieve my mask and be with you. In the meantime, take a seat.”

“She makes it easy. Sit down… It’s a word… hasn’t the heat gone to her head?” asked the redhead, looking at the whitish, almost milky rolls that had been laid out on the table along with the textbooks.

“Then she’s been crazy for years. But hasn’t she taken a few too many?”

“Boh. I just hope she knows what she’s doing…”

“Of course I know!” exclaimed the somewhat muffled voice of their friend.

The brunette had her face and neck covered, almost constricted by a green latex mask, like the rest she wore. A long zip that she had closed with a small padlock draped the rubbery membrane over her face, her clear eyes covered by clear plastic lenses, her mouth outlined, almost visible as it opened in a wide smile.

“You’ll be crashing from the heat in a while…”

“Soon you will have much more than me, my dear Reby.” Rebutted the girl, sitting down on the sofa. “Now, the rules are simple. I will ask each person a question. If the answer is incorrect, the one who got it wrong will decide on a body part which I will wrap with an entire fifty-foot roll, except the torso where I will use two. The loser will be the one who has to have her head covered first, being then unable to answer any more questions.”

“That’s the reason for all those rolls… I think we’re going to have some fun with a good challenge, Rebecca!”

“You’ll end up simmering in the film.” She countered, rubbing her hands together.

“Let the tussle begin. The first question to you, Ste…”

Both Stefania and Rebecca were strongly intent on winning, and the questions followed each other as fast as the answers, always exact and punctilious, until the blonde mixed up some dates, blatantly getting them wrong.

“It is not possible. How could I have reversed those pharaohs?” she complained, her eyes to the ceiling as if talking to some deity.

“Things that happen. Choose…”

Stefania mumbled something, then sighed.

“Right leg…”

Under the amused eyes of the other challenger, Francesca began to wrap her leg from the tip of her toes to her pelvis, pulling, until it creaked, the film conforming and conforming the blonde’s limb as she covered it, the various layers carefully overlapping to remain as transparent as possible. After an unknown number of passes, the roll was finished. Stefania, who had been standing up to that moment to facilitate her friend, returned to her seat, finding that her leg had become totally stiff and only with an effort could she bend her knee or ankle by a few degrees.

“What’s up?”

“I don’t know, Reby. It’s not bad. It’s like my body is paralysed, but every little movement is accentuated as well as the sensations. And it’s already starting to get warm down here…” she replied, touching her leg lying under the table.

“Shall we start again?”

More questions, more answers, another mistake on Stefania’s part. She sighed.

“The other leg…”

She soon lost the use of her left limb as well, and to her amazement, was made to move, with stiff and wobbly steps, to the sofa, where with a third roll Francesca sealed the two legs into a single column, climbing up to the waist and tightening the film to the extreme.

“You look like a mermaid…” giggled the redhead, brushing the warm, shiny surface.

“Yeah, too bad they at least can bend their tails, and they don’t have certain things that keep distracting them, then now that she’s tied me up like this…”

“But you are much prettier than a mermaid…” said the brunette, kissing her on the mouth in surprise.

Stefania was so shocked that she did not react, but turned red with embarrassment.

“Come, come, she didn’t even really kiss you…”

“I… I…”

“Come on, come on, one more question while I’m ahead!”

Perhaps due to euphoria, perhaps just to experience the strange feeling her friend was describing, Rebecca almost missed two questions succeeding, also choosing legs as punishment.

“Luckily, we have a wide couch, or we would have been a bit cramped…” commented Stefania, addressing her friend who was next to her and who was trying with all her might to move her stiff legs, the only result being that she had covered herself with a thin layer of sweat due to the effort. “Look, you can’t get free anyway…”

“I doubt that’s what she wants, is it, Reby?” smiled the other slyly.

“Yeah. I’m on the verge of a crisis, and for all this I don’t know whether to thank you or curse you. Could you at least give me a hand?”

“Two too!” replied Francesca, slipping a glove between the skin of her waist and the film and using her left to gently massage one of her friend’s breasts.

A few minutes, under the astonished gaze of the blonde, and Rebecca collapsed panting, a wide grin plastered on her freckled face.

“I didn’t know you so… so!”

“Still water ruins bridges, they say…” murmured the redhead, moving her hair from her sweaty face with her hands. “Just because I don’t go out every weekend to transgressive clubs doesn’t mean I’m an educationist. Besides, do you think that if I were sane, I would have accepted this game?”

The three laughed, and the game resumed, with Rebecca still coming out the loser after about ten questions.

“I think I will choose the right arm…”

The material wound several times from the hand to the shoulder, turning the limb into a rigid moulded tube terminating in a mitten with no division between the thumb and the other fingers. Although she tried, no movement at the wrist, let alone the elbow, was possible. The girl closed her eyes and sighed.

“Are you OK? Do you want us to stop?” asked Stefania.

“No. No. Not at all. I was just enjoying this strange feeling. I’ve been practising and practising bondage for years, but this is different. I’m not tied up, I don’t have ropes gently biting my skin, taking away my freedom, or objects like chains or handcuffs reminding me that I’m some kind of prisoner. This film is like the continuous caress of a friend or lover. The fact of feeling a suffocating warmth, of not being able to move my body as I want, somehow brings me back to being a child, still defenceless and at the same time free to be what I really want, like when with all your kindness and complicity you tie me up… I know, maybe I just said some big crap…”

The other two shook their heads and smiled.

“For me, it is the same, although I have known about this for a long time. For me, it is the same with rubber suits or masks…”

“I am also discovering this side of bondage and I admit I like it, although I prefer a healthy rope and a nice gag…”

After a break for a quick cold lunch, the series of questions continued unabated until by mid-afternoon the two girls were in the same situation of having only their torso and head not wrapped in film. Francesca, braving the weather, had put on a long black dress with a high collar, the skirt tight up to her knees before opening at the knees and sleeveless, distinctly feeling the rivulets of sweat teasing her torso and legs before falling onto the tiles.

“Are you crazy…”

“No more than you, dear Ste. Besides, I can free myself, unlike you. Who’s really the nutter?”

“Well, if nothing else, with all the questions you asked us we are sure to pass the oral…”

“Here…” she began. “I should tell you a few things about that, Reby…” she murmured. There was a pause in which the silence was tangible and heavy. “You have passed the exam, and you just need to show up to confirm the grade, which is the highest…”

“So… so all this traffic you’ve put up…”

Rebecca started laughing until she was out of breath.

“Why didn’t you tell us right away?”

“I thought you would never accept the game without… an incentive.”

Stefania turned crimson, then burst out laughing too.

“You’re going to have to make it up to me, you know?”

“How?” she asked hesitantly.

The blonde turned her face towards her friend beside her, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Now you must complete the mummification and take care of us.”

A smile stretched the gummy membrane that had imprisoned her face for hours.

“Who do I start with?”

“From me. Rebecca has already enjoyed your attention. Now it is my turn.”

Gently, Francesca made her friend stand up and sealed her torso in several layers of film, creating a sort of corset and highlighting her small, round breasts. Having finished the first roll, with the other she fixed her arms to the sides of her body and totally immobilised her from neck to toe.

“What’s up?”

“It’s a strange feeling. I’m hot and sweating, but I like it. I have one fear…” she smiled. “If unwittingly saying, I’m being set free. Could you gag me?”

“Eat?”

“I leave you the choice.”

The girl disappeared, with small steps due to her tight, restrictive dress, into the bedroom, to return with a black rubber ball with two leather ties to fasten it behind her neck.

“A ball gag! But what are the two silicone swimming caps for?”

“Too curious, my blonde mummy…” giggled the girl, securing the large orb in the hollow of her mouth and locking it with the lace. The pink cap imprisoned her hair and was also secured, but below her throat, with the ribbon buckled under her left ear.

“Mmmmgttth, nnnghttt…” bellowed the girl as a trickle of saliva began to escape from the distorted corners of her mouth.

“One moment and I’m done. The last roll is missing.”

With more calmness and care than she had previously put into it, Francesca unrolled the transparent plastic membrane over her friend’s face, taking care not to cover her nostrils and tightening the film so as to maintain, however muffled and stylised, the female features of her face. The material finished and the result, an inviting chrysalis of iridescent plastic that moaned, satisfied the girl.

“How does that sound?”

“It’s beautiful!” cried Rebecca. “I didn’t think there could be anything so beautiful. Will I be like that too?”

“Even better.” She smiled, kissing her. The redhead savoured the acrid taste of latex and the sweet scent of her, returning the kiss.

“Then come on. Just one thing. With me, use your own pair of panties and lots and lots of tape…”