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I was going to wait until the Archieved addition to post this but to heck with it. I hope you enjoy it better.
The Goddess Spa (& Dungeon)
By SlaverTickler
Edited By MIMI
Part 4: Smelly Kelli's Ordeal
Featuring: Paris Hilton, Khloe and Kourtney Kardashian
F/F, None Consent, Bondage, Forced Orgasm, (FF/M, Bondage/Teasing Only)
Kelli's trip to hell would begin a year ago, because of her faithful boyfriend Douglas. The two of them were at a Maxim Magazine party, because Kelli been in one of the issues and was invited with a guest. Unfortunetly for her, hotel heiress Paris Hilton was also in attendence, simply because she was born a spoilt brat. Paris was with her sister Nicky when Douglas caught her eye. The rich girl moved in like the cock hound that she is, but soon found herself shot down by Doug who was very much in love with Kelli. This did not sit well with the Hilton sisters, who felt they were the hottest thing to hit the planet since sun shine was invented. The two watched Kelli like hawks, waiting for the right moment, and when she went into the ladies room by herself they picked that moment to strike. Kelli was sprayed in the face with mace, striped naked, and tied with her own stocking. The two sister managed to sneak the naked woman out through a back door in the bathroom, and took of with her in the drunk of Nicky's Lexus. Heart broken over losing his love, Douglas would have a nervouse breakdown, and end up in an asylum.
Ever since that dreadful night, Kelli became the personal plaything of Paris and her crew of cruel rich bitches. Most often they would bind her to a rack, and tickler her mercilessly, until she was crying, and peed. As if that wasn't enough they also took great joy in using sex toys to force her to have orgasms repeatedly until she passed out a humiliated sweaty heap. When she wasn't being demoralized by the bratty sluts, she was being pimped out by them, (mainly to Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton), or did odd jobs around the dungeon as a lot of female slaves did. The biggest differences between being a female slave and a male slave were basically two. One being that female slaves were allowed to wear clothing, not much, but something, while male slaves remained naked at all times. The other difference was that they were forced to endure the humilation of forced orgasm, where as the men had to endure the agony of orgasm denial. They also nick-named her "Smelly Kelli", something she hadn't been called since 3d grade.
Today Kelli found herself strapped onto an X-Frame, her svelt body stripped of her usual slave wear. Looking around she saw the walls of the room were covered in large mirrors, so she couldn't get away from seeing herself helpless, and humillated. Unknown to the dark haired beauty, was that another slaves was on the otherside of one of the mirrors. The man who had smiled at her the day before, more or less the reason why she was now going to be punished, Chad. Mistress Kardashian, Richie, and Stewart, had all taken note on how the male slave had reacted when he thought they were going to punish Kelli, so they decided it would be fun to make him watch Paris work her over while they teased his dick. Unfortunetly they found themselves needed elsewhere in the dungeon, so Kim asked her sisters Khloe and Kourtney to take their place. Both jumped at the opportunity to torture chad, even if they were told not to tickle him, and only to tease him.
"Well Chad we certainly have a suprise for you today." said Khloe as she lead the slave into a small room, "We aren't going to tickle you at all, isn't that a nice break?" she asked.
Chad nodded his head, having learned not to speak unless asked to do so. When he did that last he was flogged with a riding crop, and tickled mercilessly for an entire day. The only time Kim, Nicole, and Kimberly actualy stopped tickling him was when that female slave Kelli had shown up, and they were going to punish her, just because he had smiled in her direction. This place was bad, and these women were evil, vile in fact. Some how he had to escape, and some how he had to convince people that this place existed, the question was how.
The male slave was brought to an arched plank with chains that hung from the top, and shackles that were at the base. The blank was arched so that whomever was restrained to it, their bodies were bent back slightly, leaving them arched and feeling even more helpless. This also caused Chad to thrust his hard-on out, witch made the Kardashian sister giggle with delight. Soon the slave-boy found himself restrained, and his body pulled taught against the cold arching wood, and he waited to see what they would do to him. What else could he do.
"Now we have a little show for you to watch, while Khloe and I have some fun with that amazing cock of yours." said Kourtney, as she and her sister squatted down before him, "Enjoy the show."
The door to the room opened, and in walked Paris in a skin tight, hot pink catsuit. Her eye's fluttered, and she smiled cruely at the sight of Kelli on the X-Frame. Paris took extra delight in torturing the dark haired Canadian girl. It wasn't often that the hotel heiress was rejected, nor was it often that she was looked over for some nobody like Kelli, or at least that was how Paris saw her. Now, as Kim had explained it, Kelli had been flirting with Chad, and Chad had been a personal conquest of Paris as well. She had found him, her sister Nicky had helped her capture him, and now this little tramp was flirting with him. Paris licked her lips at the thought of just what she was going to do to her. In a word it would be hot.
"Tickle, tickle, Kelli." said Paris as she came around to face the bound beauty, "I hear you've been a naughty girl, flirting with my new slave."
The very sound of the word tickle made Kelli wince, and being in such a vulnerable position, spread-eagle and nude, didn't help any. All her life she had been the cute girl, and the cute girl always got tickled. In school, at family gathering, out on dates. Over time she had grown to hate it, being tickled was such a turn off to Kelli that she had absolutely forbidden any of her boyfriends from touching her feet, or her navel, because they were her two worst spots. Now that she was a slave in the Hilton dungeon, and the personal plaything of Paris, she found herself living a nightmare when ever the spoiled bitch felt like tormenting her. Imaging what it would be like, to be held prisoner by someone you hated, and to have them do the one thing you simply couldn't stand to you when ever they felt like it. Not only that, but Paris also had her sister Nicky, as well as friends, Nicole Richie, Kimberly Sewart, and the Kardashian sisters who liked to play along. Out of all of them though, Nicole was the worse, and she was relieved to see Paris was alone.
Kelli shivered with disgust as she felt Paris slide a finger over the slit of her pussy. The touch of her captor made her skin crawl just as it made her loins swell. The woman's vagina was only reacting to stimulation, but not out of desire. The dark haired beauty knew what she was in for, ruthless tickling, followed by forced orgasm, and then more tickling. The bound woman closed her eyes in disgust as Paris rubbed her labia, causing her to moan against her will. It sickend Kelli that this bitch was so good at working her, that she could bring her to orgasm within minutes if she wanted to. Paris seemed to have a lot of experience with women, and knew exactly how to use her fingers and tongue on them. It was the ultimate humiliation, and the spoiled heiress knew it.
"Well Kelli, are you ready?" asked Paris, "I hope so, because you have no choice do you?" she continued, with a gentle stroking of her prisoners lower belly.
"No, please mistress don't." squealed Kelli, as her lips parted into an involuntary smile, "Please, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha... I'm sorry, I didn't... hahahahaha, hehehehehe... please don't... hahahaha, hehehehe, hahahaha!"
"Do you know what I did today Kelli?" the tormentor asked, "I went to see your old boy friend." she taunted, "Well he's my boy friend now, and his cock feel so good inside me." she added, "I can understand why you kept him on such a short leash.
Paris was lying of course, because shortly after Kelli was abducted Douglas had a mental breakdown, and was sent away to an asylum. However Kelli didn't know that, and being told over and over again that Doug was fucking around, Kelli was starting to think it could be true. Could it be? Would he cheat? Does he think I'm dead after all this time. All these things flowed through the young woman's head as she squirmed and giggled from Hilton's touch. A tear rolled down her cheek, and Paris smiled cruely, not knowing if it was from her words, or her deeds, and not really caring because either way she knew it was because of her that Kelli was suffering.
"Koochie Koo Kelli, don't cry, laugh." instructed Paris as her long nails raked up and down her prisoners tummy, "You know you love every second of it... tickle, tickle, tickle."
Kelli screamed, and began to thrash about as the torture became more vigorous. Paris began to gently stroke her labia with one hand while continuing to torture her with the other. The heiress had never done this before and the conflicting sensation were more maddening then ever. A part of the helpless slave wanted to cum, to erupt in climax, but the thought of that Hilton bitch being the person responsible brought a feeling of shame. Meanwhile the sight of her victim straining her lean body to try and escape her restraints had Paris longing for climax herself, and wishing that any of her friends were their with her. Both women were unaware that only 10 feet away Khloe and Kourtney Kardashian were tormenting poor Chad's throbbing cock to the point where he was screaming for mercy himself.
"Oh, oh god no!" exclaimed Kelli, as Paris began diddling her rose bud, "Oh no pleae don't do that, oh please mistress stop!" she begged, only to feel two hands apply pressure on her hips, "Oh no, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, please stop it!" she screamed.
Paris went from ruthless tickling, and back to pussy teasing her slave over and over again. It seemed no matter what she did "Smelly" Kelli would alway tell her to stop, but every time she would go back to rubbing her snatch it was wetter than the last time. The wetter she got, the harder Hilton would tickle her, over and over again until they couldn't tell the tears for the sweat that ran down her face. Finally Paris slipped 2 fingers inside the bound woman's moist tight hole, while slipping a finger into her cute little belly button. What happened next resulted in a display of human fire works like she had never seen before.
"Oh, oh god stop.... hehehehehehe, hahahahahah, hehehehe, please mistress, don't tickle me!" she screamed followed by, "Oh no, oh don't please.... mmmmmm, oh god, mmmmmm, no, no I don't want you to do that.... mmmm, oh god... mmmm!"
Kelli was having a meltdown of every sort. Physically, mentally and emotional she was becoming more and more unglued. Paris would increase the vigor of one tortured act while decreasing the other. When the slave wasn't beging for the tickling to stop, she was pleading for her mistress not to force an orgasm. It was like nothing Paris had ever done to her before, and worst of all she was starting to enjoy it.
"Oh please mistress, I can't stand it, please stop, have mercy!" pleaded the helpless slave.
"Stop, now, but I've just gotten started." said Paris, "We are going to have so much fun today, I'm going to make you cum over and over again, and then I am going to tickle you because after you cum you are even more ticklish right."
The cruelty of the mistress seemed to know no limits, and true to her words she increased the pumping off her fingers until Kelli's body could not longer resist climax. Sweat ran down her slender body, just as the tear rolled down her cheeks. Despite obvious signs of fatigue Paris continued the onslaught of torment by digging into her ribs and belly, and continued her lies of sexual liasons with Kelli's long lost love, and doing everything she could to cause her both physical and psychological torture. In public Paris Hilton may have come across as a ditz, looking as if she didn't know where she was half the time. However it is all a front, and in reality she is a crafty and cruel young woman, capable of much more then she lets on.
The nectar of Kelli's clmax brought a smile to the face of her tormentor, as she sucked them from her finger. Paris always found the sweetest juices a woman produced were the ones that came with orgasm. Unfortunetly for her prisoner the young heiress had no intentions of stopping yet, and planned to torture the helpless woman into unconsciousness, something even she had never done before. Spreading her finger wide, and bending them into a claw like shape, Mistress Hilton dragged her nails in a circular motion over her playthings tone body, slowly working them up her tender sides.
"Oh, oh no, please mistress no more.... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, please stop, I can't... hehehehe hahahaha heheheheh.... stop please stop, don't please... hahahahaha, hehehehehe!" pleaded Kelli as the nails drew closer and closer to her underarms, "Please don't, PLEASE DON'T!"
"Tickle tickle tickle, koochie koochie koo." replied Paris, revelling in every second, every pleadful word coming from her victim, "It's so hot when you body wiggles and squirms like that, I just can't understand how you could be a dead fuck in bed." she added, "Well at least thats what you ex tells me."
"LIAR!" screamed Kelli as the long nails teased the tip of her armpits, "Hahahahaha, hehehehehe... it all a lie... hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahaha... Douglas would never... hehehehe, hahahaha... fuck.... hehehehe, hahahaha... a skeezer like.... hehehehehe, hahahaha... YOU!"
The sounde of Kelli's words took the smile from her tormentors face, and brought some legitimate joy to her. A fire lit in the Hilton girls eyes, and she was ready to choke her to death, however she knew that it would only serve to get her in trouble with her mothers, and she would probably have to take this slaves place, and Ellen Degeneres would just love that. Instead Paris stopped everythig, and took several breaths, until the red colouring of her face turned back to the bronze of her fake tan. A minute later Paris turned and took hold of her prey by the chin, and stared into her eyes, and a cruel smile parted her lips as she slipped her finger into the cup of Kelli's left armpit.
"Hahahahahaha, hehehehehehe, hahahahahaha, stop it, stop it please. Pleaded the woman as she thrashed on the X- Frame, "Please, have mercy mistress, hahahahahaha, hehehehehe, I'm sorry... hehehe, hahaha... I'm so sorry!"
"Look at me Kelli!" demanded Paris as she held her toys face firmly, "Open you eyes and look at me!" she commanded again, and was obeyed, "What you need to be reminded of is that I own you, you are my property and will be until I am bored with you." she informed Kelli, "Just like that man whore Chad is mine, just like Justin is mine, and every other slave in here."
"Hahahahaha, hehehehehe... yes mistress... hehehehe, hahahaha... I understand!" replied Kelli as Paris licked her cheek, "Please... hahahahaha... I am sorry... hehehehe, hahaha... I belong to you, have mercy!"
"No, no, you'll know what it really means to be my property when I am done." said Hilton, "You'll never talk back a mistress or goddess here in the dungeon again." she said, "Now how about another orgasm."
"No, please don't... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, please no that again!" she screamed.
Paris laughed as she pulled out a thin pink vibrator she carried on the belt of her cat suit. Turning it on, she began giving it head as the fingers on her free hand began to stoke the outer sides of Kelli's perky little tits, and teased her hard fat nipples.The sight of the sexy slave's squirming upper body made the mistress' pussy tingle and she thought about using the vibrator on herself, but she decided their would be time for that later, as she applied it to the swollen clit that was peaking out from Kelli's labia. The slave squealed as the unwanted pleasure surged through her body, causing her to thrash and groan in reluctant ecstasy.
"Please, oh, mmmmm, oh no... pant, pant... please not again, stop!" pleaded the spasming woman as the plastic toy circled her clit over and over again.
"Come on Kelli, cum for me, cum for Mistress Paris." cooed the tormentor as he finger slipped into her victims navel, "You know you want to."
Kelli trembled and threw her head back, but no sound came out. Soon her body became so exhausted that it went limp, but her face still had the look of a scream on it. Then the air returned to her lungs, and she and the sound returned half way through her orgasm, it was the most bizarre thing Paris had ever heard, and it caused her to laugh when she heard it. Still, Kelli was conscious so she could obviously handle a little more, but alot more is what she would get, as the hands of the mistress began stroking the inner thighs of the crazed submissive.
Paris revelled in every scream, every laugh, every pathetic pleading word that came from helpless woman. Slowly her hands slid lower and lower down the raven haired beauty's thighs, and calves. Trembling and sweaty she screamed over and over again begging for the torment to stop, but it wouldn't, not until this uppity bitch passed out from it. Soon Hilton was at her slaves feet, and the sweaty, squirming, woman knew she was in for a hellish experience. No one was allowed to go near her feet, except when she got a pedicure, and even then she needed 3 or 4 people to hold her down. With but the slightest storke of her nail, the mistress had her prey pleading again.
"Ahhhhhhh, hahahahahaha, hehehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe.... STOP IT, STOP IT NOW... hehehehe, hahahaha, hehehehe, STOP, STOP, STOP!" screamed the helpless woman.
"Do you want to cum again Kelli!" asked Paris.
"NO!" Kelli exclaimed
"Tell me you want to cum again and I'll stop the tickling." said Paris, looking up at the the sweat covered face of the prisoner, "It will all be over if you let me make you cum again."
"NO!" screamed Kelli, her resolve getting weaker as the long nails worked under her toes, and down the center of her sole, "HEHEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHAHA... STOP IT, GET OFF MY FEET... HEHEHE, HAHAHA, HEHEHE... PLEASE!"
"Say it or I'll never stop!" exclaimed Paris, "Say it now!"
"OK... HEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHA, HEHEHE... MAKE ME CUM!" bellowed the slave.
"No, you slut!" replied Paris with an evil laugh, "Now we'll see just how long you can really take it for!"
Paris pulled back the toes on Kelli's right foot and raked mercilessly on it's sole, and under her toes. Kelli screamed like never before, but no amount of begging or pleading would make Paris stop. The long pink nails made circles, scratched her heels, and did figure 8, causing Kelli to throw her head from side to side, and bang it backwards against the padded head rest of the X-Frame. The more she screamed, the more it turned her tomentor on, and the more turned on the tormentor got the worse the torture became, until Kelli's body simply couldn't endure anymore and passed out from pure and utter exhaustion.
"You bitches!" screamed Chad, as he watched Kelli being carried away, "You evil fucking bitches!"
To be continued...
The Goddess Spa (& Dungeon)
By SlaverTickler
Edited By MIMI
Part 4: Smelly Kelli's Ordeal
Featuring: Paris Hilton, Khloe and Kourtney Kardashian
F/F, None Consent, Bondage, Forced Orgasm, (FF/M, Bondage/Teasing Only)
Kelli's trip to hell would begin a year ago, because of her faithful boyfriend Douglas. The two of them were at a Maxim Magazine party, because Kelli been in one of the issues and was invited with a guest. Unfortunetly for her, hotel heiress Paris Hilton was also in attendence, simply because she was born a spoilt brat. Paris was with her sister Nicky when Douglas caught her eye. The rich girl moved in like the cock hound that she is, but soon found herself shot down by Doug who was very much in love with Kelli. This did not sit well with the Hilton sisters, who felt they were the hottest thing to hit the planet since sun shine was invented. The two watched Kelli like hawks, waiting for the right moment, and when she went into the ladies room by herself they picked that moment to strike. Kelli was sprayed in the face with mace, striped naked, and tied with her own stocking. The two sister managed to sneak the naked woman out through a back door in the bathroom, and took of with her in the drunk of Nicky's Lexus. Heart broken over losing his love, Douglas would have a nervouse breakdown, and end up in an asylum.
Ever since that dreadful night, Kelli became the personal plaything of Paris and her crew of cruel rich bitches. Most often they would bind her to a rack, and tickler her mercilessly, until she was crying, and peed. As if that wasn't enough they also took great joy in using sex toys to force her to have orgasms repeatedly until she passed out a humiliated sweaty heap. When she wasn't being demoralized by the bratty sluts, she was being pimped out by them, (mainly to Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton), or did odd jobs around the dungeon as a lot of female slaves did. The biggest differences between being a female slave and a male slave were basically two. One being that female slaves were allowed to wear clothing, not much, but something, while male slaves remained naked at all times. The other difference was that they were forced to endure the humilation of forced orgasm, where as the men had to endure the agony of orgasm denial. They also nick-named her "Smelly Kelli", something she hadn't been called since 3d grade.
Today Kelli found herself strapped onto an X-Frame, her svelt body stripped of her usual slave wear. Looking around she saw the walls of the room were covered in large mirrors, so she couldn't get away from seeing herself helpless, and humillated. Unknown to the dark haired beauty, was that another slaves was on the otherside of one of the mirrors. The man who had smiled at her the day before, more or less the reason why she was now going to be punished, Chad. Mistress Kardashian, Richie, and Stewart, had all taken note on how the male slave had reacted when he thought they were going to punish Kelli, so they decided it would be fun to make him watch Paris work her over while they teased his dick. Unfortunetly they found themselves needed elsewhere in the dungeon, so Kim asked her sisters Khloe and Kourtney to take their place. Both jumped at the opportunity to torture chad, even if they were told not to tickle him, and only to tease him.
"Well Chad we certainly have a suprise for you today." said Khloe as she lead the slave into a small room, "We aren't going to tickle you at all, isn't that a nice break?" she asked.
Chad nodded his head, having learned not to speak unless asked to do so. When he did that last he was flogged with a riding crop, and tickled mercilessly for an entire day. The only time Kim, Nicole, and Kimberly actualy stopped tickling him was when that female slave Kelli had shown up, and they were going to punish her, just because he had smiled in her direction. This place was bad, and these women were evil, vile in fact. Some how he had to escape, and some how he had to convince people that this place existed, the question was how.
The male slave was brought to an arched plank with chains that hung from the top, and shackles that were at the base. The blank was arched so that whomever was restrained to it, their bodies were bent back slightly, leaving them arched and feeling even more helpless. This also caused Chad to thrust his hard-on out, witch made the Kardashian sister giggle with delight. Soon the slave-boy found himself restrained, and his body pulled taught against the cold arching wood, and he waited to see what they would do to him. What else could he do.
"Now we have a little show for you to watch, while Khloe and I have some fun with that amazing cock of yours." said Kourtney, as she and her sister squatted down before him, "Enjoy the show."
The door to the room opened, and in walked Paris in a skin tight, hot pink catsuit. Her eye's fluttered, and she smiled cruely at the sight of Kelli on the X-Frame. Paris took extra delight in torturing the dark haired Canadian girl. It wasn't often that the hotel heiress was rejected, nor was it often that she was looked over for some nobody like Kelli, or at least that was how Paris saw her. Now, as Kim had explained it, Kelli had been flirting with Chad, and Chad had been a personal conquest of Paris as well. She had found him, her sister Nicky had helped her capture him, and now this little tramp was flirting with him. Paris licked her lips at the thought of just what she was going to do to her. In a word it would be hot.
"Tickle, tickle, Kelli." said Paris as she came around to face the bound beauty, "I hear you've been a naughty girl, flirting with my new slave."
The very sound of the word tickle made Kelli wince, and being in such a vulnerable position, spread-eagle and nude, didn't help any. All her life she had been the cute girl, and the cute girl always got tickled. In school, at family gathering, out on dates. Over time she had grown to hate it, being tickled was such a turn off to Kelli that she had absolutely forbidden any of her boyfriends from touching her feet, or her navel, because they were her two worst spots. Now that she was a slave in the Hilton dungeon, and the personal plaything of Paris, she found herself living a nightmare when ever the spoiled bitch felt like tormenting her. Imaging what it would be like, to be held prisoner by someone you hated, and to have them do the one thing you simply couldn't stand to you when ever they felt like it. Not only that, but Paris also had her sister Nicky, as well as friends, Nicole Richie, Kimberly Sewart, and the Kardashian sisters who liked to play along. Out of all of them though, Nicole was the worse, and she was relieved to see Paris was alone.
Kelli shivered with disgust as she felt Paris slide a finger over the slit of her pussy. The touch of her captor made her skin crawl just as it made her loins swell. The woman's vagina was only reacting to stimulation, but not out of desire. The dark haired beauty knew what she was in for, ruthless tickling, followed by forced orgasm, and then more tickling. The bound woman closed her eyes in disgust as Paris rubbed her labia, causing her to moan against her will. It sickend Kelli that this bitch was so good at working her, that she could bring her to orgasm within minutes if she wanted to. Paris seemed to have a lot of experience with women, and knew exactly how to use her fingers and tongue on them. It was the ultimate humiliation, and the spoiled heiress knew it.
"Well Kelli, are you ready?" asked Paris, "I hope so, because you have no choice do you?" she continued, with a gentle stroking of her prisoners lower belly.
"No, please mistress don't." squealed Kelli, as her lips parted into an involuntary smile, "Please, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha... I'm sorry, I didn't... hahahahaha, hehehehehe... please don't... hahahaha, hehehehe, hahahaha!"
"Do you know what I did today Kelli?" the tormentor asked, "I went to see your old boy friend." she taunted, "Well he's my boy friend now, and his cock feel so good inside me." she added, "I can understand why you kept him on such a short leash.
Paris was lying of course, because shortly after Kelli was abducted Douglas had a mental breakdown, and was sent away to an asylum. However Kelli didn't know that, and being told over and over again that Doug was fucking around, Kelli was starting to think it could be true. Could it be? Would he cheat? Does he think I'm dead after all this time. All these things flowed through the young woman's head as she squirmed and giggled from Hilton's touch. A tear rolled down her cheek, and Paris smiled cruely, not knowing if it was from her words, or her deeds, and not really caring because either way she knew it was because of her that Kelli was suffering.
"Koochie Koo Kelli, don't cry, laugh." instructed Paris as her long nails raked up and down her prisoners tummy, "You know you love every second of it... tickle, tickle, tickle."
Kelli screamed, and began to thrash about as the torture became more vigorous. Paris began to gently stroke her labia with one hand while continuing to torture her with the other. The heiress had never done this before and the conflicting sensation were more maddening then ever. A part of the helpless slave wanted to cum, to erupt in climax, but the thought of that Hilton bitch being the person responsible brought a feeling of shame. Meanwhile the sight of her victim straining her lean body to try and escape her restraints had Paris longing for climax herself, and wishing that any of her friends were their with her. Both women were unaware that only 10 feet away Khloe and Kourtney Kardashian were tormenting poor Chad's throbbing cock to the point where he was screaming for mercy himself.
"Oh, oh god no!" exclaimed Kelli, as Paris began diddling her rose bud, "Oh no pleae don't do that, oh please mistress stop!" she begged, only to feel two hands apply pressure on her hips, "Oh no, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, please stop it!" she screamed.
Paris went from ruthless tickling, and back to pussy teasing her slave over and over again. It seemed no matter what she did "Smelly" Kelli would alway tell her to stop, but every time she would go back to rubbing her snatch it was wetter than the last time. The wetter she got, the harder Hilton would tickle her, over and over again until they couldn't tell the tears for the sweat that ran down her face. Finally Paris slipped 2 fingers inside the bound woman's moist tight hole, while slipping a finger into her cute little belly button. What happened next resulted in a display of human fire works like she had never seen before.
"Oh, oh god stop.... hehehehehehe, hahahahahah, hehehehe, please mistress, don't tickle me!" she screamed followed by, "Oh no, oh don't please.... mmmmmm, oh god, mmmmmm, no, no I don't want you to do that.... mmmm, oh god... mmmm!"
Kelli was having a meltdown of every sort. Physically, mentally and emotional she was becoming more and more unglued. Paris would increase the vigor of one tortured act while decreasing the other. When the slave wasn't beging for the tickling to stop, she was pleading for her mistress not to force an orgasm. It was like nothing Paris had ever done to her before, and worst of all she was starting to enjoy it.
"Oh please mistress, I can't stand it, please stop, have mercy!" pleaded the helpless slave.
"Stop, now, but I've just gotten started." said Paris, "We are going to have so much fun today, I'm going to make you cum over and over again, and then I am going to tickle you because after you cum you are even more ticklish right."
The cruelty of the mistress seemed to know no limits, and true to her words she increased the pumping off her fingers until Kelli's body could not longer resist climax. Sweat ran down her slender body, just as the tear rolled down her cheeks. Despite obvious signs of fatigue Paris continued the onslaught of torment by digging into her ribs and belly, and continued her lies of sexual liasons with Kelli's long lost love, and doing everything she could to cause her both physical and psychological torture. In public Paris Hilton may have come across as a ditz, looking as if she didn't know where she was half the time. However it is all a front, and in reality she is a crafty and cruel young woman, capable of much more then she lets on.
The nectar of Kelli's clmax brought a smile to the face of her tormentor, as she sucked them from her finger. Paris always found the sweetest juices a woman produced were the ones that came with orgasm. Unfortunetly for her prisoner the young heiress had no intentions of stopping yet, and planned to torture the helpless woman into unconsciousness, something even she had never done before. Spreading her finger wide, and bending them into a claw like shape, Mistress Hilton dragged her nails in a circular motion over her playthings tone body, slowly working them up her tender sides.
"Oh, oh no, please mistress no more.... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, please stop, I can't... hehehehe hahahaha heheheheh.... stop please stop, don't please... hahahahaha, hehehehehe!" pleaded Kelli as the nails drew closer and closer to her underarms, "Please don't, PLEASE DON'T!"
"Tickle tickle tickle, koochie koochie koo." replied Paris, revelling in every second, every pleadful word coming from her victim, "It's so hot when you body wiggles and squirms like that, I just can't understand how you could be a dead fuck in bed." she added, "Well at least thats what you ex tells me."
"LIAR!" screamed Kelli as the long nails teased the tip of her armpits, "Hahahahaha, hehehehehe... it all a lie... hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahaha... Douglas would never... hehehehe, hahahaha... fuck.... hehehehe, hahahaha... a skeezer like.... hehehehehe, hahahaha... YOU!"
The sounde of Kelli's words took the smile from her tormentors face, and brought some legitimate joy to her. A fire lit in the Hilton girls eyes, and she was ready to choke her to death, however she knew that it would only serve to get her in trouble with her mothers, and she would probably have to take this slaves place, and Ellen Degeneres would just love that. Instead Paris stopped everythig, and took several breaths, until the red colouring of her face turned back to the bronze of her fake tan. A minute later Paris turned and took hold of her prey by the chin, and stared into her eyes, and a cruel smile parted her lips as she slipped her finger into the cup of Kelli's left armpit.
"Hahahahahaha, hehehehehehe, hahahahahaha, stop it, stop it please. Pleaded the woman as she thrashed on the X- Frame, "Please, have mercy mistress, hahahahahaha, hehehehehe, I'm sorry... hehehe, hahaha... I'm so sorry!"
"Look at me Kelli!" demanded Paris as she held her toys face firmly, "Open you eyes and look at me!" she commanded again, and was obeyed, "What you need to be reminded of is that I own you, you are my property and will be until I am bored with you." she informed Kelli, "Just like that man whore Chad is mine, just like Justin is mine, and every other slave in here."
"Hahahahaha, hehehehehe... yes mistress... hehehehe, hahahaha... I understand!" replied Kelli as Paris licked her cheek, "Please... hahahahaha... I am sorry... hehehehe, hahaha... I belong to you, have mercy!"
"No, no, you'll know what it really means to be my property when I am done." said Hilton, "You'll never talk back a mistress or goddess here in the dungeon again." she said, "Now how about another orgasm."
"No, please don't... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, please no that again!" she screamed.
Paris laughed as she pulled out a thin pink vibrator she carried on the belt of her cat suit. Turning it on, she began giving it head as the fingers on her free hand began to stoke the outer sides of Kelli's perky little tits, and teased her hard fat nipples.The sight of the sexy slave's squirming upper body made the mistress' pussy tingle and she thought about using the vibrator on herself, but she decided their would be time for that later, as she applied it to the swollen clit that was peaking out from Kelli's labia. The slave squealed as the unwanted pleasure surged through her body, causing her to thrash and groan in reluctant ecstasy.
"Please, oh, mmmmm, oh no... pant, pant... please not again, stop!" pleaded the spasming woman as the plastic toy circled her clit over and over again.
"Come on Kelli, cum for me, cum for Mistress Paris." cooed the tormentor as he finger slipped into her victims navel, "You know you want to."
Kelli trembled and threw her head back, but no sound came out. Soon her body became so exhausted that it went limp, but her face still had the look of a scream on it. Then the air returned to her lungs, and she and the sound returned half way through her orgasm, it was the most bizarre thing Paris had ever heard, and it caused her to laugh when she heard it. Still, Kelli was conscious so she could obviously handle a little more, but alot more is what she would get, as the hands of the mistress began stroking the inner thighs of the crazed submissive.
Paris revelled in every scream, every laugh, every pathetic pleading word that came from helpless woman. Slowly her hands slid lower and lower down the raven haired beauty's thighs, and calves. Trembling and sweaty she screamed over and over again begging for the torment to stop, but it wouldn't, not until this uppity bitch passed out from it. Soon Hilton was at her slaves feet, and the sweaty, squirming, woman knew she was in for a hellish experience. No one was allowed to go near her feet, except when she got a pedicure, and even then she needed 3 or 4 people to hold her down. With but the slightest storke of her nail, the mistress had her prey pleading again.
"Ahhhhhhh, hahahahahaha, hehehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe.... STOP IT, STOP IT NOW... hehehehe, hahahaha, hehehehe, STOP, STOP, STOP!" screamed the helpless woman.
"Do you want to cum again Kelli!" asked Paris.
"NO!" Kelli exclaimed
"Tell me you want to cum again and I'll stop the tickling." said Paris, looking up at the the sweat covered face of the prisoner, "It will all be over if you let me make you cum again."
"NO!" screamed Kelli, her resolve getting weaker as the long nails worked under her toes, and down the center of her sole, "HEHEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHAHA... STOP IT, GET OFF MY FEET... HEHEHE, HAHAHA, HEHEHE... PLEASE!"
"Say it or I'll never stop!" exclaimed Paris, "Say it now!"
"OK... HEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHA, HEHEHE... MAKE ME CUM!" bellowed the slave.
"No, you slut!" replied Paris with an evil laugh, "Now we'll see just how long you can really take it for!"
Paris pulled back the toes on Kelli's right foot and raked mercilessly on it's sole, and under her toes. Kelli screamed like never before, but no amount of begging or pleading would make Paris stop. The long pink nails made circles, scratched her heels, and did figure 8, causing Kelli to throw her head from side to side, and bang it backwards against the padded head rest of the X-Frame. The more she screamed, the more it turned her tomentor on, and the more turned on the tormentor got the worse the torture became, until Kelli's body simply couldn't endure anymore and passed out from pure and utter exhaustion.
"You bitches!" screamed Chad, as he watched Kelli being carried away, "You evil fucking bitches!"
To be continued...