In the Trunk

Daria walked down the sidewalk after school one Friday afternoon alone in her thoughts. In had been two months since walking in on Jane in her room. The sight of seeing her best friend spread out tied to the bed and knowing that she had put herself in that position bugged her. Oh, she could accept it but it popped into her head every time she saw a dreamy look on Jane's face in class or when Daria went over to her house and she was greeted by a freshly showered, smiling Jane. She knew what was going on in Jane's private life she thought sadly which made thinking about her own empty private life rather pitiful. 

Daria had herself spent time with only one boy so far since coming to Lawndale High. His parents had raised him rather conservatively. He didn't know what chewing gum was, their furniture was made out of wood and they planted corn in their front yard. She had had to end that relationship, if you could call it that, when his parents had stormed over to her house and thrown the Beatles bootleg she had made for him in her parents faces. She occasionally thought about their time together even though it was short. Then there was Trent, Jane's slacker, do nothing, musician brother who slept most of the day. He called it practicing she remembered with a smirk. She really didn't think much of him but for some reason her thoughts kept going back to him as well. 

She stopped and looked around. She was on a street corner only a block away from Jane's house. It was time for another Bad Movie Night. She checked her watch, as she didn't want to walk in again on Jane while she was "relaxing." She didn't feel that that was the proper term for it but she hadn't thought of anything else to call it yet. She got curious one study period while she was in the library and tried to find some information on the web about Jane's hobby. She had to give up her searching because soon after she had started, the school librarian had come racing out of his office and poked his head in front of each terminal. Maybe the school's principle, Miss. Li, really did have all the terminals wired like Jane suggested. Mr. Galloway normally stayed in his office building model boats and spaceships out of kits. The school rumor was he had wanted to be an Admiral when he was growing up. They also talked about a time when a small, lowly freshman had asked Mr. Galloway about the model boats and how he flew off the handle telling her that they were yachts. 

It was only a few minutes before seven Daria noticed on her watch. Surely Jane was finished by now as she stepped over the curb on her way to Jane's. Jane had kept her promise though and let her know before hand when she had planned something as she had done this afternoon before school had let out. The idea of Daria walking in again on Jane probably made both of them uncomfortable. Daria was more then willing to be Jane's safety though in case something went wrong. She could do that at least. 

A freshly showered Jane rushed around her bedroom picking up her toys and putting them away. She could not believe she had set the timers incorrectly like that. She had planned on an hour-long session but had set the timers for nearly two hours. "Shit," she thought as she dropped the length of chain back into the old bowling ball bag she kept it in. "I hate math." After the fifth or sixth climax, she knew something was up but couldn't get the blindfold off of her eyes far enough to check the timer. She had put herself in a simple hogtie on her bed, the four chains connected together by a single padlock in the middle. She had wanted to do it on the floor as it was harder but most of it was filled with a wooden trunk she had borrowed from Max, the drummer from Trent's band. 

They normally used it for a back seat in the van but she had convinced them she had to borrow it for a school project. She had had to promise them that they wouldn't get it back covered with daisies or paint it purple or something else like that. She had plans for it that she thought about evilly as she replaced all her toys back in the bottom drawer of her dresser. She seemed to be missing a pair of cuffs but knew she didn't have enough time to really hunt for them. The doorbell rang as she dropped her towel and slipped on a tee shirt. "Damn," she thought. "Of all the days for Daria to be on time" as she jumped down the stairs to greet her friend. At least she hoped it was Daria. She didn't want to meet any bible thumpers where only a thin tee shirt. Now that would make an interesting story to tell. 

Daria tapped her boot against the front step as she checked her watch again. It was after seven so Jane had to be finished she thought as she pressed the bell again. She did not want to walk in on another scene like she did last time. Luckily a shape moved behind the door. 

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" yelled Jane as she threw open the door. 

Daria couldn't resist. "I bet you are," she smirked which surprised Jane who smirked back. Her eyes passed over Jane's still wet body covered in what appeared to be only a tee shirt and nothing underneath. Jane's still hard nipples were visible through the fabric of the shirt. Her eyes continued down until she froze. 

"Um, Jane, do you think you could pull down your shirt a bit more? I would hate to have the neighbors complain..." 

Jane looked down at herself. In her haste, she had not pull the shirt down all the way and it had bunched up around her waist. Her pubic area, with her near lack of pubic hair was visible to anyone who wanted a free show. "Oops. Sorry about that," she apologized as she pulled the fabric the rest of the way down. 

"Did I interrupt anything? I could come back," Daria offered as she turned her body ready to make a break. The idea of her best friend as a sexual object was still not sitting well in her mind. 

Jane reached out and yanked the unresisting Daria into the house. "No, I'm finished. Get your sorry ass in here right now," she said with a smirk. 

"My sorry ass? I'm the one on time. You're the sorry ass. You're suppose to be done by now," defended Daria. 

Jane lowered her head and looked out at Daria through her still damp hair. "I'm sorry, Mistress," she said in a small, pitiful voice. "I'll try not to be a sorry ass next time. Maybe you should punish my sorry ass, Mistress Daria." That would get her back. 

Daria's face froze again. "That's not funny, Lane." 

Jane came back with a smirk. "Oh, Daria. Lighten up. I'm just teasing," she said while finally closing the front door. "You find something on the television while I finish getting dressed." With a nod from Daria, Jane bounced up the stairs making sure she gave Daria a good view of her rear end, accidentally of course she thought with a smirk. 

Daria shook her head as she looked around for the remote. She had gotten a quick glance at Jane's rear end as she went up. She had seen it many times while showering after gym class. For some reason though, it was different now. In the locker room, it wasn't anything to think about but now, it had sexual undertones. That strange feeling had started once again between her legs and she quickly tried once again to put a damper on it. It seemed to her that that feeling was appearing more and more lately since she had walked in on Jane that day. That first night, she had been nearly overcome with the urge to take care of herself while she lay on Jane's floor in her sleeping bag. She doubted that Jane would have minded. Hell, she probably would have gotten down on the floor beside her and given her any encouragement that she needed but something had stopped her. 

Daria removed her jacket and boots, found the remote, plopped down on the worn couch and started to flip through channels. She found an old Tarzan movie on one of the national cable channels and stopped there. This should provide their evening entertainment, she thought. After a bit, the movie had reached a scene where Jane had been tied to a tree with rope while the evil tribesmen danced around. Daria's eyes focused on that image of the struggling actress on the screen. She smirked at first as she questioned how such a strong willed woman like the actress had gotten herself in such a position and how loosely the ties around her shapely body were. But as the scene progressed, a hand slowly reached down on its own in between her... 

"Find a movie yet?" Jane asked as she bent over balanced on the back of the couch. Daria turned and looked at her. She had found some shorts to put on at least this time but still lacked anything under the shirt. A still, hard nipple was visible through the neck opening of the shirt. Daria focused on it for a few moments until she forced herself to look at the inquisitive look on Jane's face. 

"Um, yeah. I thought we could enjoy an old, bad Tarzan movie this evening." 

Jane nodded her head in the direction of where Daria's hand had been going. "Looks like you were getting a head start on enjoying yourself, amigo." Both turned to look at where Daria's hand sat, just inside the beltline of her black skirt. Daria turned red as she quickly yanked her hand away and purposely placed both of them at her sides. 

"Daria, are you really that uncomfortable with the idea?" 

Daria's blush deepened. "Um, no. Not really." Her face was a mask. "I'm fine." 

Jane smiled, came around the arm of the couch and sat down next to Daria. She picked up the remote, flipped through the channels and found a different movie to watch. At least Back to the Future didn't have anything in it to upset her friend she hoped. She pulled off a blanket from the back of the couch and covered both of their laps with it. Daria did seem to strain a bit when Jane reached over with the blanket to cover her lap but forced herself to relax afterwards. 

They made it almost through the entire movie. Daria's rear was falling asleep, much like it did during school hours. She shifted herself on the couch but stopped when she felt something under the cushion. It felt kind of hard. With a quick glance at Jane who was absorbed with the movie, Daria reached a hand down under the blanket and in between the cushions. She slowly pulled a pair of handcuffs out onto her lap under the blanket. She was rather shocked about her discovery and just sat there staring at them. 

"Something wrong, amigo?" asked Jane. She had seen her friend shift on the couch and slowly move around. She didn't think anything about it but now she was trying to burn a hole through the blanket with her eyes. The thought of the missing cuffs went through her mind quickly but she knew she had carried everything upstairs from where she had started this afternoon. 

Daria jumped. "No, nothing," Daria tried to reassure her friend with a small smirk. She forced her attention back to the movie for a few minutes while her thoughts raced in her head. That feeling was back in between her thighs again stronger then ever. She didn't know what she was going to do. Her eyes kept drifting away from the movie and returning to the cuffs hidden on her lap underneath the blanket. She didn't know what to say to Jane about them and, to be honest, didn't really feel comfortable with the idea of pointing them out to her. 

Her eyes dropped down to them one last time when the strangest thought went through her head. She slowly reached out with one hand and closed one of the cuffs around her wrist. A small bit of electricity ran through her body as she closed the other cuff around her other wrist. She made sure that her hands were still under the cover while taking a peek out of the corner of her eye at Jane. She was still engrossed watching the humor of the two main characters in the movie. 

She sat back and gave something thought as to how they felt on her wrists. They were pretty loose so she tightened them just a bit. The sound of the cuffs latching seemed like a gunshot to her but Jane appeared not to notice. There was only about an inch of chain between so she couldn't separate her wrists that much. She ran one hand down her leg under the cover that made her hand get dragged behind the other. That felt pretty good as the tingle was still there inside of her and building slightly. She sat back to watch the rest of the movie and to see how things felt after a bit. 

The movie concluded with Michael J. Fox's character saving the day of course. Jane slid out from underneath the blanket and stretched. She turned to Daria who sat there with a look of near terror on her face. "Um, Daria. Something wrong?" Her best friend looked up at her but didn't say a word. Jane was concerned. "Michael J. Fox isn't that great of a catch if that's what's bothering you." 

Daria was mentally kicking herself. She had put on the handcuffs with thinking about a key. She had planned on removing them right before the end of the movie but hadn't thought about actually unlocking the cuffs after she was through. She looked up at Jane who looked rather concerned about her. She saw no other way out of it without running out of the house and even then she still would be cuffed. 

"Um, Jane. I have a bit of a problem." 

"Please tell me you haven't piddled on the couch. We'll never get the smell out. We had to move the old couch downstairs after Trent's band came home that night after drinking and..." 

"No, it's not that. I, um, found something during the movie in between the cushions and decided to try it out." She slid her cuffed hands out from underneath the blanket and placed them on her lap. She stared at them not even trying to look Jane in the eye right now. 

"Daria!" Jane couldn't believe it. Daria had actually cuffed herself by herself while sitting right beside her. She would have never believed that Daria was capable of doing something like that. Jane secretly wished for the day that Daria would allow a pair of cuffs to be placed on her wrists or something simple like that but this was beyond what she had dreamed. She still didn't look too happy about the position she was in though. Jane placed a hand on her shoulder. "Daria, I'm going to go upstairs and get the key. Will you be OK for a moment?" 

Daria swallowed before responding. "Please hurry." 

Jane tore upstairs, into her room and opened the drawer with her toys. The key was sitting in the little dish in the front corner where she kept all of them in one place. She turned to rush back down and paused. Maybe this is just what Daria needed to loosen up a bit she thought. With a smirk, she slid the key into a pocket on her shorts and started moving junk around her room and just making as much noise as she could. 

Daria wished she could look through the ceiling. She heard Jane making noise upstairs. She heard Jane making a lot of noise upstairs. She thought she would have been right back down with the key. At least that that's what she hoped Jane would have done. Daria leaned back on the couch and raised a hand to her head. She had forgotten that her hands were cuffed and dragged the second one along with the first. She smirked slightly at her cuffed hands. Jane slowly came down the stairs. 

"Um, Daria. We have a small problem." 

"What?" 

"I can't find the key for the cuffs. They're an older set and I must have done something with it." 

"Great. What do we do now?" questioned Daria. "I can't go home like this. Quinn and her friends would have a field day." 

"Well, you're going to spend the night here anyway. We'll just take you to a locksmith in the morning." 

"Walk around town with these on my arms? I bet we'll make front page of the paper with a picture of that." 

""Trent comes home in the morning. I'm sure he has a friend who can pop a handcuff lock easily. We'll get him to help." 

Daria didn't think much of that idea but really didn't see any other way out of it. She sighed. 

"So what other plans do we have for the evening, Jane?" 

Jane smirked. At least Daria had accepted what had happened to her. "Oh, I was thinking a night out on the town of dinner, dancing, and other goodies." 

"And I'll be just smashing with my bracelets of metal. The dukes and duchesses will just love me," smirked Daria. 

"Hungry?" 

"A little but I'm not letting any pizza boy see me with these on." Daria knew Jane would try to get her in a position like that. Jane had a bit of a fun loving mean streak in her. 

Jane took the leap and made the suggestion. "Would you like to try something a bit more involved since you're already started?" 

Daria sat there and thought about Jane's question. While the idea of wax on her bare skin did not excite her that much, she had to admit she was curious about what Jane did. Plus that feeling between her legs was still there and wouldn't go away now. 

"Jane, I'm not ready for what you were doing that day." 

"Of course not. Even I don't do something like that everyday. How about a simple restraint with some rope?" 

"Um, does this mean we're going to..." 

"Not unless we both agree to it." Jane smirked. "And you know how much I like guys." 

"Jane, the whole world knows how much you like guys," she smirked. 

Jane stood and took hold of the chain between the cuffs. "Come on. Let's go upstairs." Jane started to lead Daria off but met with some resistance. "What's wrong?" 

"Upstairs?" 

"Everything's upstairs in my room. Plus we'll be more comfortable on the bed." She paused and then added with a smirk. "Also who knows when my brother and his band will be home this weekend." 

Daria practically dragged Jane up the stairs and into Jane's room. Jane knew that playing with Daria's crush on Trent, her brother, that she could get Daria to move. Daria opened the door to the room, dragged Jane into it and closed it, locking it behind her. She sat down on the bed while Jane stood in front of her. 

"You just want something easy this first time, right?" asked Jane as she stood there thinking. 

"Pretty easy. I've never done anything like this before." 

Jane's eyes flew around the room thinking of what she would do to her friend. She didn't want to do just a boring old hogtie. She wanted to put Daria in such a position that she would remember it for a long time without putting a lot of strain on her. Her eyes continued to float around the room until they fell on the trunk and a plan came to mind. 

"Ok, I've got an idea but before we begin, I need to get you prepared." Jane opened her bottom drawer and ran through it looking for something. "Before we start, I want you to slide this inside of you." She handed the dildo to Daria who made a face and held it like a dead cat. 

"Jane, that's huge. It'll never fit." Daria tried to pass it back to her. 

"Daria, it's only five inches long and a couple of inches wide. Trust me, most of our male classmates are about this size." 

"I've never had most of our classmates though." She paused. "Thank God." 

Jane smirked, turned and pulled something larger out of the drawer. "Daria, I've had this thing inside of me all the way without any issue. We're basically the same body size and type. If I can do it, I'm sure you can do it." 

"Well, I'll try it I guess. Um, what should I wear?" 

"Why don't you just stay with what you're currently wearing? Works for me. If you get messy, I can always give you something to change into or run to your house and pick up something else." They stood there for a moment. Daria looked at the rod in her hand while Jane just looked at Daria. 

"Um, You need some help with it?" asked Jane. 

"No, I don't need any help, thank you very much. I just need some..." She paused for a moment. She continued in a low voice. "...privacy." 

Jane nodded and left the room. "Yell when you're ready." She closed the door behind her and leaned up against the opposite wall looking at the door. This is going to be interesting she thought as she passed a hand across her chest. 

Daria just stood there and took everything in. What had she gotten herself into she thought as she stared at the huge for her dildo. She knew both Quinn and her mom had them and that they were larger than this one she currently held in her hand but the largest thing she had had in the past inside of her was just a pair of her fingers. She sighed and laid down on the bed, holding the dildo out on her chest with her cuffed hands. That feeling between her thighs was back so she knew that that would be a help. Her thoughts wandered back to all the stories she had read and heard about over the years. She was not a student of the erotic arts but being on the internet for so much time as she normally was, she had come across a few of the more interesting websites. 

Daria knew the most important issue of getting something like that inside of you down there was lubrication. The spot between her legs was already wet. She was sure of that. She lay there wondering what to do about the dildo though. Usually most of the stories she had read contained a bit about the woman giving the man a blowjob. She looked at the flesh colored dildo in her hands. It was shaped like a normal cock she thought complete with a rounded head and ridges along the sides. She began to get a bit warmer with the idea that this thing would be soon within her. Without a second thought, she brought the tip of the dildo to her mouth and kissed the tip. She pulled in back and noticed a small amount of saliva coating the end of the fake cock now. She smiled slightly at the sight. For some sick reason, it just looked right to her. She brought it to her mouth again and spent a few seconds running her tongue over the head. She pulled back again and noticed that the entire head was now coated with saliva. 

Her smile grew now a bit as she realized that this wasn't so bad and brought about three inches of the rod inside her mouth, ran her tongue over the rubber coated plastic and withdrew it. She watched as a small dob of saliva collected on the head and dropped to land on her tee shirt between her budding tits. She wished that her hands were not cuffed as she really wanted to slide a hand down underneath her skirt as she did this. She lifted her head up and noticed that her left hand sat on top of her left breast while the right one fed her the rod. A small bump had formed right on top of her left breast. She smirked slightly as her left hand slowly cupped her own tit and found her hard nipple as she brought the dildo back to her mouth. She pulled a bit at her nipple and she brought nearly the entire rod into her mouth. The end of it reached the back of her thought but, for some reason, there was no gag reflex. She ran her tongue along the length as she pulled the dildo back out of her mouth and slowly rolled her nipple between her fingers. Another dob of saliva dropped off the end but this time onto her chin. She thought she was ready. 

She worked her hands and the dildo down her front. With her left hand, she reached underneath her skirt and pulled aside her panties. Thank goodness she didn't wear hose normally as she slid a finger along her slit. Her back arched as a feeling of electricity ran though her body. Before she lost that feeling, her right hand moved down and placed the dildo against her entrance. She moaned and arched her back again as the head popped right in. She gave it a slight push and because of the tremendous lubrication already found inside of her, it slide all the way in without any problem. Daria's right hand rested against her entrance as she let the now sodden panties fall back into place. It felt like it filled her completely as she held the invader inside of her. 

"Jane, I'm ready," Daria called out as her breathing picked up as she lifted her hands and cuffed her breasts through her tee shirt. 

Jane was still against the wall but her shirt was thrown one way and her shorts were thrown the other way. She knew that they had the house to themselves this weekend and there was no chance of them getting caught. She didn't cherish the idea of having to explain to her brother Trent what was happening if he should come home early. The idea of her best friend being in her room sliding a rock hard dildo inside of her and willing to be tied up was just too good of a chance to pass up. Normally she used her ropes, chains and toys but not all the time. Her hands roamed over her now naked body as she leaned up against the wall, her eyes closed and her breathing getting hard. Her hands paused to pull, twist and rub her swollen nipples before continuing further down. She ran her hands over her waist and inside her bellybutton. 

For some reason, those areas on her were very erotic as she drew in a breath. Her right hand continued southward and a pair of fingers slid easily between her lips as her other hand returned to her breasts. She was surprised with the amount of moisture inside of her with the amount of play she had done earlier that day. She had wanted to wait but the pull was just way too strong. She slid those two wonderful fingers in deeper as she slowly slid along the wall and down to the floor, her knees bent and spread wide. She drew in a hard, deep breath as they found that special spot inside of her. She dug in deeper as the thumb and first finger flattened and pulled at both her nipples, going back and forth between them. Her mouth was open and her tongue sticking out as her fingers went back and forth inside of her. She was practically panting as she grew closer and... 

"Jane, I'm ready," Daria called out from inside of Jane's room. 

Damn, thought Jane as she pulled her fingers out and tried to relax. She wanted to finish herself off but this was Daria's time. She controlled her breathing as she grabbed her shorts and tried to clean herself off as best as she could. She threw the shorts away from her and stood, wobbling a bit. Taking a deep breath, she opened her bedroom door. 

Daria lay to top of Jane's bed, one hand lightly resting on her pubic area while the other hand lay across her breasts. Daria slowly came out of her daydreaming look and focused on Jane as she came into the room. "Um, Jane. You're naked. Why are you naked?" 

She shrugged. "I couldn't control myself, Daria. The thought of you in here impaling yourself on that cock was too much. Um, it is inside of you, right?" 

She had a slight smirk on her face as she rocked her body back and forth slowly. "All the way. Feels pretty good too." 

"You haven't gotten off, have you?" 

Daria's face had a bit of a question on it. "No, should I have? Looks like you might of." 

"No. Oh, trust me. Once you get into position, I'm sure getting off won't be a problem." 

"So, what's next?" 

"You're sure you want to do this?" 

Daria lay there and thought for a moment. They hardness that was inside of her felt pretty good to her. The cuffs on her hands were in the way for what she had done but she still liked the feeling she got from them being on her wrists. She nodded. "I'm sure. What's the plan?" 

"Well, I thought we would add a few ropes to you and then..." she paused to open the trunk sitting on the floor. "...try out the Tank's trunk if that's fine with you." 

Daria poked her head up and looked inside of the trunk. It looked like Jane had prepared it already as it had been cleaned out and a large, thin, blue pillow had been placed in the bottom. She thought it was a bit much to start with, but it didn't look dangerous. 

"OK, what do you want me to do?" 

"Why don't we start off with coming over here and sitting down in the trunk. That'll be a good start." 

Daria stood up. Any time she moved, the hardness inside of her moved as well. It felt good to her but wouldn't really allow her to move as well as she normally did. She walked careful to the large box and, with Jane's help, stepped inside. She slowly made it down onto the pillow. 

"I wish you had cuffed your hands behind you now instead. It might have been a bit more interesting," mentioned Jane. 

"Are you sure you don't know where it is?" 

"Afraid not." Daria stood in the trunk, her hands cuffed in front of here, wearing just her tee shirt, above knee length skirt and her socks. Jane reached into her special drawer and pulls out a number of different lengths of rope. She ran some rope between her legs and made ties at Daria's ankles and above and below her knees. With a quick look at Daria, who has her eyes closed and was into what was happening to her, she reached under Daria's skirt and made another tie around her thighs. She made sure the ties were not too tight and ran a hand softly along Daria's smooth thigh. 

"Daria, it would probably be easier if you laid down on your side. Here, let me help you." Jane got Daria on her side and onto the pillow in the trunk. She took a small piece of rope and made a tie between the chain of the handcuffs and the tie between Daria's ankles. As she pulls her hands away, she notices that Daria's nipple are rock hard, enough that they poke through the fabric of both her tee shirt and bra. Jane pauses for a moment until finally reaching across and pinching one nipple. Daria's mouth goes wide as she enjoys the feeling. Jane pulls her hand away and Daria turns her head and opens her eyes to look at her. 

"We'll talk about that later, Jane," she says in a small voice with a bit of warning but a small smile on her lips. 

Jane paused for a split second before making up her mind. "Well, if I'm in trouble..." Jane bent down into the trunk. Daria's eyes went wide as Jane's tongue made three loops around her hard nipple. She moaned slightly as Jane pulled her head away, leaving behind a small amount of saliva on the shirt. 

"Would you like to try some light clips on your nipples?" asked Jane. 

It took a second for Daria to focus. "Would they hurt?" 

"Probably not. You're still wearing a tee shirt and bra and they're fairly light." 

Daria closed her eyes and rolled her head back. "Please," she said in a small voice. 

Jane smiles at Daria as she reaches into her drawer again and pulls out a pair of clips. Before placing them, she takes a moment and plays again with each of Daria's nipples making sure that they're good and hard. Daria makes an actual moan as Jane places one on each nipple. 

"How are you doing, Morgendorffer?" 

It takes a second for Daria to answer. "Fine," she says in a small voice. "Feels great." She starts making small movements back and forth to work the dildo inside of her but with the limited space in the trunk, it's hard for her to get any momentum. 

Jane looked down at her friend as she tried to get herself off. "Daria, I'm going to close the lid now and keep you in here for thirty minutes, ok?" 

"Jane, you're going in here after I'm done." She paused as she tried once again to get enough momentum to reach the point. "And I already know what I'm going to do to you." 

Jane made a smirk as she closed the lid. The trunk was so old, she wasn't worried about Daria not getting enough air. She pulled out a real timer and set it for 30 minutes as she knelt on the floor beside the trunk. She smirked again as she heard little moans out of Daria from inside. She knew from experience that that getting off on that small dildo was pretty hard to do, especially in so short of a time period. She looked down and noticed that her nipples were still rock hard as well. 

"Well, I've got 30 minutes to kill now," she thought as she pulled out a dildo shaped vibrator out of her drawer. This one was a bit longer then the one inside Daria. It was about nine inches long and wider as well. It also had a knob at the end that could adjust the speed and the roughness of the vibrations it gave off. She laid down face up on top of the trunk, planting one foot at each corner of a short end and an arm behind her head. "Might as well be comfortable," she thought as she flicked the on switch and began to work the vibrator across her breasts. "This will give Daria something to work for." 

Daria froze as she heard the buzzing of what she assumed was a vibrator from above her over the trunk. She had been in the box for less then a minute when the top settled a bit like a weight had been place on top of it. She didn't know what was going on but she really was past the point of caring as the dildo was working its own magic on her. She heard Jane make a long, low moan from above her. 

"Jane, what are you doing up there?" 

"I've got thirty minutes alone and I'm horny as Hell. You're not the only one Morgendorffer who's going to enjoy themselves." She got that out right before she exploded in the first of what she hoped was many climaxes. Daria smirked as she got down to getting herself off as well. 

Trent's key fit in the lock. Max turned it with one hand and pushed with his body. He was trying not to drop the two speakers he had balanced between him and the doorframe. The door opened and he dropped the equipment right inside of the door. 

"Watch the equipment, man. It cost me sixty bucks," said Trent as he passed Max and carried a pair of guitar cases into the house. He saw Jane's and Daria's bags on the floor He yelled "Janey, we're home." 

Jane froze on top of the trunk, the vibrator buried deep inside of her. "Damn," she thought. "What are they doing home?" 

"Sounds like we have company," deadpanned Daria still locked inside of the trunk. "Either that or you hired an audience." She had lost track of how long she had been in the trunk but she had to admit, it was a different experience. She still hadn't climaxed but she was getting there. "Jane, get me out of this crazy thing." 

"There isn't time. I'll get rid of them." Jane clicked off the vibrator, drew it out of her, and hid it underneath the still damp towel left over from her shower. Getting interrupted twice in one day was not fun she thought as she looked around the room for her earlier shirt and shorts. She remembered that she had left them in the hallway and she dragged an old flowery dress from out underneath her bed. It was old and a bit tight but it would have to do. She draped it over her body just as Trent knocked on her door. 

"Man, why does it always smell like fish when I come over to your house, Trent?" 

"What?" 

Jane threw open the door. "There you are! You're not supposed to be home until Monday. What are you doing here so early?" 

"We got cancelled, man," moaned Trent. "A bunch of high schools showed up and said they would play for half the fee." 

"Hey, is that my trunk?" asked Max. 

A plan popped into Jane's head. "Why, yes, it is. I need a favor. I still need it for my project but we're going to do it over at Daria's. Can you take me and her, I mean the trunk over there now?" The two guys look at one another, shrug, go over and pick up the trunk. "I knew I could get two big strong guys to help me," overdid Jane as they roughly banged the trunk down the stairs. The handcuff key lay forgotten underneath Jane's shorts in the hallway. 

Daria could not believe what was happening to her. She was tied up and locked in a trunk, being carried by two guys, one of them she had a crush on, and all this under the view of her best friend. When she got out of here, Jane was in for a world of hurt she promised herself as the trunk hit another wall. The pillow helped but she still was getting thrown around a bit. 

The van pulled up and parked in the Morgendorffer's driveway. Jane led the way with their 2 backpacks as Trent and Max carried the heavy trunk between them. Jane stopped and knocked on the door. She heard a lot of movement behind the door for a few moments before Quinn Morgendorffer, Daria's younger sister called out. 

"Who is it?" 

"It's Jane Lane. I need to drop something off for Daria. Can you let me in?" She thought she heard conversation for a few moments but could not make anything out. 

"Daria's not here right now. Can you come back later?" 

Jane tried her hardest not to roll her eyes. "Not really. I've got two big strong, handsome guys helping me." Max and Trent looked at each other in confusion. A great deal of movement was heard behind the door now. Jane could have sworn she heard things like "Give me something to wear" and "Hide that whip" but she wasn't sure. The front door finally opened and Jane saw Quinn now. She was wearing the dress Tiffany normally wore but had it on backwards and inside out. She also wore one of Stacy's unbuckled shoes and, she thought with a small chuckle to herself, one of Mrs. Morgendorffer's house slippers. 

"Daria's not here right now. Why don't you leave that thing here and go away?" 

"Um, I don't mind waiting for her. Why don't we put it up in Daria's room and I can wait for her there?" She tried to see past Quinn but she was blocking most of the view. 

"I don't think that such a good idea..." Trent and Max made it past Jane and Quinn standing in the doorway. They roughly dropped the trunk on the living room floor and left going back to the Tank. Jane could have sworn that she had heard a small moan from inside of the trunk but she wasn't sure. Jane looked around the downstairs but no one was to be found. The light in the kitchen was turned off. She turned back to face Quinn now noticing the smudged makeup and nearly worn off lipstick. "I think I've interrupted something," smirked Jane to herself. 

"You know maybe we ought to just take the trunk and come back later, guys," suggested Jane. Quinn looked over Jane's shoulder into the kitchen. 

"I think leaving the trunk here will be fine," suggested Quinn. "I think it maybe time for you to leave. Now" 

Jane was torn. She knew something was going on here and really didn't want to be involved but she knew she couldn't leave behind the only true friend she had ever had. She looked at Quinn and was also concerned with her condition as well. This was not the normal, perfect in every way Quinn that she had to put up with every day. 

"No, I think I'll stay with the trunk," said Jane as she walked over to the trunk and sat down on it. 

"Are you sure?" asked Quinn in a very low voice while looking once again over Jane and into the kitchen. Jane nodded. Quinn sighed and shoved the door shut. 

"You asked for it," she said in a sad little voice. 
 

*** 

All at once now. WTF?!? Yes, that's Daria and Jane from MTV's show, Daria. I had been a fan of the show for quite some time. What started all this was a raised question by another fan about if a Jane/ Upchuck shipper had even been written that was posted on the Paperpusher's Message Board site. Since I've got a thoroughly demented mind, I went ahead and wrote a small one. This earned me a response to write some more "interesting" ones and that is what you see before you. 

Any more coming? Beats me. I'm currently working on an epic crossover of Daria sent in the Robin Hood story line. I've got a few more ideas so I may be back. 

My Daria fan site is at the Daria - Jane Conspiracy. Feel free to pay us a visit today. 
 
 

10.05.04