If I didn’t know any better – and I may not, in retrospect of this little maneuver on their part – I could swear that Fangy and Raj like to poke at the tiger in the cage before opening the door. Not real smart, if you ask me; but they do untie my arm and leg first, I noticed. One last poke at their darling dear before turning their fast fingers on Deli’s knots. ‘Course I notice that the handcuffs at our wrist and ankles are left in place, just to hamper a full out assault.

Maybe not completely stupid. Just partially.

She smirks at me after ordering our release – obviously enjoying showing me who’s in charge. Well, they’re mischievous grins tell me otherwise, but I don’t bother pointing this out. I just smile my knowing smile – the smile of having an ace up my sleeve (which isn’t easy to do in a tank and jeans, let me tell ya). Digging into my pocket for the key ring buried in there, my fingers find the small, silver key to my own set of police cuffs at home. Should work on the pair shackling us together.

With the jingle of my keys, the boys pounce and the wrestling ensues. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit….this is going to be tough. Fangy and Raj dive for the keys and I wouldn’t’ve been able to keep two at bay. Luckily, Deli helps out by hampering Fangy. Tripping and wrapping her legs around his waist, she proceeds to try to reach his cock with her free hand. Yep, one way to keep his undivided attention. But he’s fighting against her half-heartedly and trying to get to me so’s not be shown up by his younger counterpart.

But Raj growls and pounces faster than anything I’ve seen, landing on his feet on either side of me. Straddling me like a great cat, his hands immediately seek mine, going for the key. Man, if the house of slash action didn’t have my motor running by this point, a fully naked and erect Spikealike on my lap really gets me creaming – and he does. He likes it…grinning that toothy grin that sends the hair on the back of up neck on end. Now it’s really a battle of wits.

“Keep away, pet? Is this how you want it?”

“Nah, rather be free and have you in these cuffs.” I pass the key to my restrained hand. More difficult than it sounds, as my counterpart tries to keep his arms occupied by fending hers off, jerking mine around in the process. I decide to keep Raj busy when I try to bring my knee between his legs – which brings that rather blunt joint in close approximations to his bits. With a yelp and a bounce, he was suddenly trying to keep my leg out of play instead of trying to get the key.

“Get off me!” Fangy growled, only causing the thrill running down my fellow woman’s spine to force her to roll on top, dragging me partially across the bed. Yeah, sounds horrible, but sends Raj tumbling and off me. Bonus.

Plucking the key out of my hand with the other, I unlock the cuffs tying our wrists together. One down, take that you plaque bastards. Shit, Raj’s on my again, pressing his weight down to keep me flat on my back. So, now, we’re not only sparring for the keys, but the handcuffs as well. Which is as much fun as it sounds, with his taut, hard body rubbing against mine. I growl and he growls; Deli snarls and Fangy counters – yeah, great fun had by all.

“Deli!” I yell, just as I toss the keys her way. Goddess bless her devious little heart as she snatches them out of the air without even looking – which is REALLY amazing considering my toss sucked ass due to Raj suddenly kneeling on my wrist. Good. As her and Fangy fight frantically over the manacle at our feet, I’m able to snap on silver bracelet around Mr. Stinkpants wrists.

“That’s all you get, luv,” he chuckles. Man, I swear, his cock actually gets bigger when I make sure fetter’s tight. Hey, my nipples are set to explode shortly, so I guess we’re even.

“Oh, I don’t think so, stinker. Told you what I want and gettin’ it.”

With a triumph laugh from my girl, our legs are free. For the moment he takes to see what the noise is about, I pull his bound wrist behind his back. Oh, he doesn’t like that. Using my weight for a change, I press him to the mattress. He grunts, which pleases me to no end. Before he can fully recover from my brief assault, I pull his other arm in place, locking the handcuff around his wrist. The growl I get just about makes me come right there.

“Deli, one down.”

“Actually, two.”

I look down at the foot of the bed and she’s in a similar position on Fangy’s back. Grinning like the cat who will eat the canary shortly, I nod appreciatively at her handy work. “Hey, drag him up here…”

Took some doing, but managed to get the cuffs crossed and connected once again, binding the two clones together. With their wrists latched behind their backs, they struggle for a bit to see how far they can actually move. Now, it’s our turn to sit at the end of the bed and watch.

Man, the best reward ever…listening to them grunt and growl with growing excitement. Maybe I should be recording this. I could sell the CD for a small fortune, I’m sure. Hell, just this of this as your wake up alarm every morning – eeeeeeyooowww! Of course, I don’t think Will would like it very much.

“So, Deli, now what?”