Chapter One, Part Three
As Sam took a seat in Amanda’s car, with a normal over the shoulder seat belt, she couldn't help her thoughts returned to the feel of the 5 point harness and padded car seat. The comforting security of the straps wrapped around her torso, pulling her into the seat, holding her so securely.
“So how does it feel to be back in a normal seat belt?” That was Amanda, but the question came so closer to her train of thought Sam was actually thrown for a moment.
“Humm- Ow ya, actually kinda weird, I can move around a lot more” the truth was Sam felt very exposed in the lap/shoulder belt, she didn’t like the sensation when compared to the close comfort of the safer seat. Of course she wasn’t about to embarrass herself by telling Amanda that tho.
The drive to Amanda’s house wasn’t a long one, and the topic of car seats didn’t come up again, which was fine with Sam. Once there Sam helped Amanda move food from the downstairs freezer to the fridge and straighten up the house. At one point Sam asked where Kevin was to which Amanda responded something along the lines of “beer with the boys” When the food had all been prepped and the house made adequately ready Amanda suggested they sit down to a movie to which Sam agreed. Amanda had some Norwegian film a friend of Kevin's had recommended; it was about Thor Heyerdahl's 1947 voyage across the Pacific. It turned out to be one of the best movies Sam and Amanda had ever seen. When the movie was over they sat on the couch and flicked channels (nothing seemed worth watching after the film Kon Tiki) eventually Amanda spoke up.
“Hey Sam as long as you’re here I could use your help with something else”
Sam replied automatically “ya sure” flicking off the TV as Amanda stood up.
Sam followed Amanda out of the room
“I only ask because I figured you wouldn’t mind too much based on this morning. I got a new car seat for Megan” (Amanda’s older daughter)”But it’s a brand I haven’t used before so I'd like to give it a few quick tests before using it for real”
She turned to Sam, still walking towards the garage “Would you mind standing in for her real quick?”
Sam’s heart was racing, she had forced herself to accept that this morning had been the last time, that anymore pushing would become suspicious and look odd. Now here was Amanda asking her to sit in a seat as a favor, even if it was just for a minute or two. She forced herself to calm down so her excitement wouldn’t show.
“No not at all” she smiled and let out a small laugh “I’m actually getting pretty used to them” Jokingly
A moment later they were entering the garage, Amanda flicked on the overhead light and led Sam around the side of the grey SUV parked there (the car they had come in was parked outside) Amanda slid back the side panel door by pressing a button on her key fob, the opening door was accompanied by a long beep.
Sam peeked inside to see a large grey high-backed seat, it was a bit different than the seat she had ridden in twice already, each of the straps on the harness appeared to have its own tightening strap and it also had large side panels that put the ones on the old seat to shame.
“Sam?” Amanda was looking at her quizzically “Do you mind?” gesturing at the seat, now more impatient than polite.
“Ow sorry” This time Sam failed at keeping the shake out of her voice.
Sam stepped forward, climbing hesitantly up into the van and then slowly lowering herself into the seat. The inside of the car was very warm having been sitting in the hot garage all day, the fabric of the seat was warmer still, Sam still had her short shorts on and could feel the warmth of it on her bare legs. She felt it against her shoulders too, as she leaned back against the seat back, being careful to keep her back tight to the seat, sitting in a rigid upright position.
Sam’s breath came in deep shaking gulps now, she was painfully aware of how loud it was and could see and feel the deep rise and fall of her chest.
Sam was so deeply enthralled in the moment she almost jumped when an impatient Amanda pulled her right hand away from her lap and positioned straight up, Amanda let go of her wrist and Sam kept her arm that way as the her older cousin went to work on the straps. Amanda pulled Sam forward slightly to get at the straps behind her back and then pushed her back positioning one strap over each shoulder, they hung lose just above her waist. She then connected the waist belt to the shoulder strap on Sam’s left side and then repeated the process on her right, again taking hold of Sam’s wrist and moving her arm into a better position above the girl’s head. After connecting the two sides of the harness together Amanda proceeded to snug down each of the four tensioning straps causing them to press down on the teenagers shoulders and pull in at her waist, drawing her into the fabric of the seat and pulling the fabric of her loose fitting top tight against her. Finally Amanda pulled the crotch strap up between Sam’s thighs, buckling it into the harness as she had the others and pulling on the tensioning strap, drawing it tightly up against the girl and drawing her even more deeply into the seat, as a result of the crotch strap the whole harness sat more securely around Sam’s torso.
Sam was staring fixedly ahead, seemingly in another world, her arms had slowly drifted down to her sides and her palm rested lightly on her legs just below the knees. If she could have slouched she would have, but Amanda had snugged up the harness even tighter than she had in the morning and the girl had no motion available to her. Sam was so distracted by the feel of the harness she didn’t even notice when Amanda inserted a small key into a slot on the seat and gave it a quarter turn, nor did she notice the slight click, that sounded in the buckle.
Sam was so caught up in a combination of trying to “act casual” and desperately trying to bottle up the feeling of the harness wrapped around her torso that she didn’t even notice the change in Amanda’s expression for a full two minutes. Her whole experience was overcome by the sensation of safety and security the harness and high, softly padded, panels of the car seat. The straps running over her; pulling down over her shoulders and in at her waist and up between her legs, all pulling in on her, pressing her into the soft foam of the seat. Sam squirmed again, then caught herself, she glanced up nervous that Amanda might have noticed. – Amanda was looking right at her, but her expression was not the slightly confused and off put one Sam had feared, rather it appeared to be genuine humor, barely suppressed laughter. Sam sat back—or would have if she had the ability to move, her muscles went slack tho even if her body didn’t move at all.
“What so funny--?”
“Nothing” Amanda “Ok well it seems to work fine let’s head back in” despite her statement Amanda made no move to unbuckle the harness for her teenage cousin, nor did she move to turn or leave the side of the car. After an awkward moment where neither moved, Sam realized that she must look like an idiot waiting for Amanda to unbuckle her, she didn’t understand why she had even assumed that that’s how it would work, she reached for the buckle. But the button was much stiffer than she had anticipated, Sam tried to press it again, harder this time, she pressed her thumb into it until it turned white, pressed with both thumbs, in frustration she bucked against the straps. Suddenly she realized that it wasn’t going to work, the buckle must be broken, she was going to stay in the harness until they could get her out, Sam felt excitement and joy sweep through her, washing away her embarrassment and regret at having to get out. This was great, Amanda wouldn’t recall anything from this event other than the story of the broken harness, and better yet she could be stuck there for a while, HOURS maybe, until they could get it fixed, she wouldn’t let them just cut it, she would act as though she didn’t want to damage the seat, no better yet she would act like she was afraid of the knife or cutters and wanted them to fix the buckle, the straps were tight against her after all that was believable; but that didn't fit, Amanda should be looking concerned, worried, maybe pissed that her new seat was broken, why was she smiling like that and still not moving.
“ahhhh, Amanda, I think your seat might be bro-“
It was Amanda’s face as much as her shift in position, leaning into the back seat to look directly into Sam’s eyes that stopped her talking.
“No”
Amanda smiled again
“No it’s not broken” At that moment Amanda held up a small silver key, dangled it from one finger. “You see I looked in all the shoes before we left, but more importantly, I knew exactly where to look when I drove back after dropping you off, you’re not nearly as stealthy as you think you are. Good one tho, pretending to tie your shoes”
Amanda reached out and took one of Sam’s wrists in each hand. Sam was too stunned to resist or respond in anyway, her brain was desperately trying to make sense of the situation, trying to comprehend this crazy turn in events. Sam was vaguely aware of her hands being pulled around the sides of the seat, even more vaguely aware of the sensation of fabric being secured around them. Amanda took her shoulders and squeezed them lightly.
“You wanted to be in a seat and now you're going to be in one, not for twenty min or even an hour, but a night”
Sam finally opened her mouth to ask a question, not even sure what that question would be, she was still too dazed. But Amanda’s hand landed across her mouth before she could form a singly word, a moment later Amanda had produced a cloth and stuffed it into the younger girl's mouth, securing it in with a second larger cloth that she tied around Sam’s head. Sam watched from her seat, tightly strapped in with her big brown eyes still glazed over in confusion and her hair in her face as Amanda closed the side door and left the garage, shutting off the light at the same moment that she closed the door to the house, leaving Sam in total darkness, her only sensation other than confusion was the feeling of the straps pressing her deeply into the seat.
There were no lights in the garage, and even if there had been, it was dark outside. There were a few small LEDs glowing dim in the dashboard casting the smallest light. It was this light that Sam focused on. She had no idea how long she had been in the seat but it felt like it had been hours. She moaned into her gag and tried for what must have been the hundredth time to get loose of something. She arched her back, pressing her shoulders upward against the straps and pulled her wrists against their restraints. She was too high for her feet to reach the floor of the car but she pressed them against the bottom of the seat under her to try and get some leverage. Despite that, her efforts still ended up pressing her more tightly into the strap between her legs. Sam tried to make an effort to push her hips against the waist belt and avoid that strap but the harness was too tight to allow for much "strategic maneuvering". Sam tried to yell into her gag in frustration but only managed a slightly muffled grunting. Again she fell back into the seat. She needed to rest as she felt she might be overdoing it a bit as she only really moved a couple centimeters. Though, that was a couple more centimeters than when she was first strapped in she thought, or maybe she was just kidding herself. The harness was completely unforgiving. Sam had been straining against it with all her strength and had gotten nowhere. She couldn't believe how helpless she was against the stupid thing.
It had taken Sam a good ten minutes to recover from the shock of what had happened when Amanda had left her, and another five to realize she hadn't been dreaming. In what felt like hours, she started to wonder how serious Amanda had been about the "all night" claim. She wasn't really that desperate to get out, she was mostly just bored. Despite the length of time she had spent in the seat it was extremely well padded and had not yet become uncomfortable. However, she was getting a bit sore from all her struggling, particularly her arms, and she wouldn't mind getting the gag out and using the bathroom either. Now she's done it, now that she had thought about the bathroom she had to use it. She tried shifting around again in the seat, attempting to cross her legs, the strap between them made that impossible, despite various attempts. That strap was just becoming more and more uncomfortable the more she tried to get away from it, eventually she gave up, sagging slightly in the seat and leaning her head back against the headrest closing her eyes wishing the feeling away. It was less than five minutes later that the garage light came back on and the door opened as Amanda reentered the garage. Sam came back to full consciousness slowly blinking at the light. Gradually Amanda's face came into focus at the door of the Van, she was smiling and laughing at Sam's confused state.
"Are you ready to be let out?" Sam did her best to grunt an affirmative through her gag.
"Did you learn your lesson yet?" Sam shook her head vigorously to show she had.
"Okay then" Amanda leaned in and released each of Sam’s wrists from their restraints. She then went about removing the gag as Sam massaged some life back into her wrists.
"Are you sure you want out? I figured you must have really liked being in the seat to go through so much work to get back in it."
Sam blushed and looked away embarrassed. When Amanda made no move to unlock the seat without an answer, Sam opened her mouth, almost wishing she had the gag back so she wouldn’t have to talk.
"ahh- ya- I guess-, I kinda need the bathroom though" She still couldn't look at Amanda.
"That's ok, you really don't need to be embarrassed, me and my brothers used to play tie up games all the time as kids. There’s nothing so different with this." Sam smiled at the reassurance but was still blushing regardless.
"ahh, can you let me out now? I really do have to go"
"Right sure thing" Amanda inserted the key to a small slot and unlocked the harness, releasing the teen girl from the seat. Sam pushed herself out of the seat and nearly fell over. She felt like she had just emerged from a high pressure zone and her body was nearly weightless. That and the freedom of her limbs created a very "loose" feeling that was both a relief and a bit of disappointment.
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