I was never happy with the conclusion of this story, so I did some major major editing. If you've read it before, please do so again. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Part 3
Kathy lay in the bed, still spread eagle, with her wrists and ankles still
cuffed to the bedposts. The only thing that had changed in the two hours since
she'd been captured were her clothes. They had been literally cut right off her
body, so now she was naked, and if anything even more helpless than before.
Marcia, had gone to bring back the equipment needed for her "Latest Hobby".
When Marcia returned, she would use that equipment to continue torturing her.
Nothing Kathy could say would stop this. All she could do was wait for the
inevitable.
Soon Marcia returned with a black briefcase. She glanced over her
prisoner from head to toe. When her glance met the 18 year olds breasts,
Marcia smiled "Maybe I should turn up the heat in here Kathy. Your so cold,
you're turning...hard!"
Kathy looked down, and sure enough, her nipples were fully erect. Kathy
blushed we more. She wasn't really used to people seeing her naked!
"Please," said Kathy, giving begging one more chance, "I've admited my
crime! I've corrupted your daughter! I've turned your sweet little girl into
a ... a hooligan! You've punished me for it! Why not just let me go! I'll be
good!" It was all a crock, of course. No one told Alicia Carlton anything,
not her mom and not her friends. Alicia did whatever Alicia wanted too.
Marcia refused to believe that.
Marcia replied by taking another picture of Kathy with the camera she'd
set up earlier. "You are so photogenic!" Marcia gloated, "Maybe I should send
that one to Penthouse!"
Marcia opened the black case, "You know what's in here, don't you Kathy?"
Kathy could only nod. "This is my latest hobby, and your latest torment. Tell
me what my hobby is, or I'll call Spike up here again."
"Not that!" Kathy screamed. Alicia had told her what was in the case, and
Kathy wanted no part in it, but she also didn't want to give that damn golden
retreiver another chance to lick dinner of her feet. "Your latest hobby is..."
Kathy broke off. She just couldn't say it. It was too horrible.
"Is...," Marcia continued for her, "Painting! I've done several portraits
already! I think I'm quite good, but I think you'll be the ultimate judge of
that." Marcia opened the black case, and turned it so Kathy could see. In
that case were at least 50 brushes of all sizes, as well as about 10 jars of
paint.
"A lot of people," Marcia began, "ask me why I need so many brushes." As
Marcia talked, she was starting to remove the jars of paint from the case and
open them. "They seem to think that the only difference between one brush and
another is its size. They are wrong."
"The bristles of a brush," Marcia continued her lecture, "need to be
different too. You need some brushes that are as smooth as silk, some that are
as wiry and rough, and all kinds in between! Each different kind of bristle
gives the paint a different texture, a different look, on the canvas You look
confused. Let me demonstrate."
"NO!" Kathy screamed, but it was too late. Marcia already had a brush in
hand, and was stroking it over Kathy's left breast and nipple. "This would be
a very smooth soft brush," Marcia went on, "Feel how soft it is?"
Kathy had never been tickled on her breasts before. Brian, her tickling
ex-boyfriend, had always had other plans for those. She was totally unprepared
for the sensation. That soft brush sent tickles shooting down her breast, and
when it finally touched her nipple, Kathy went crazy.
"He he he he he he he he he he he no no no he he he he no no st... st st
he he he stoppppppppppppppp he heh he he he heh !! OOOHh oh heh O Oh
Hehe HEEHee OOhehohoh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
“We like that do we?” Marcia said, hearing a few meows mixed in with Kathy’s giggles.
Even had her life depended on it, Kathy couldn’t have answered.
"I think you'll find," Marcia said, still methodically running the brush
over Kathy's breast, “That this is softer than any feather.” She started using the
brush on Kathy’s other breast, keeping the laughter and pleasure pouring out
of her mouth.
Kathy was red-faced and totally out of breath before Marcia stopped.
"Hmm," Marcia said as Kathy tried to catch her breath, "Your nipples are even
harder than before!" As if to prove her theory, Marcia leaned down and kissed
first the left nipple, than the right.
Kathy hadn't been anticipating that at all. She couldn't help but moan at
that hot, wet sensation, and a guttural noise escaped her throat.
"My, my" Marcia said, "I think your enjoying this, aren't you Kathy?"
Kathy knew she had been broken. She had said everything Marcia wanted
to hear, had told the lies when Marcia had ordered her tell, and had begged Marcia
for mercy just like the other woman wanted her too.. But this was too much.
It would be the final surrender, to say that she had enjoyed Marcia's tickle torture.
Slowly, Kathy shook her head no.
"Pity," Marcia said, putting away the brushes she had and taking out a
new one. "I think you're still lying to me! Maybe this will get you to tell
me the truth!"
Marcia picked a new brush from her case, and began running it over Kathy's left
foot. It was one with stiff, wiry bristles, and it drove Kathy wild. Spike's tongue
had tickled her foot indiscriminately, but Marcia’s brush was more selective.
She zeroed in on Kathy’s worst spots, like the line at the bottom of her arch, a dimple
on the balls of her feet, or the base of her big toes.
This was the worst tickling Kathy had endured yet! The little circles Mrs. Carlton
was drawing felt live wires being placed on her feet, and the electricity was shooting up
her legs to her brain.
"HEHE EHEH EHEHEHE EHEH EHEHHHH EHEH EHEH PLLEAASSEEE
NAOOWW MOORREEE!! ANNYYTHHINGGGG!!! I’LL DDOOO
ANNYYTHING HEHE EHEH EHEHEH EHEHH EHEHHE EHEH"
Soon, Marcia found Kathy's an even worse spot on the side of her baby toe.
Mrs. Carlton gently moved the tiny toe to the side and kept dabbing the brush on
that one spot until Kathy’s laughter had become a wild shrieking.
Finally, the torture stopped. Kathy just lay there gasping for breath, sounding
Like someone who’d almost drown. Sweat now covered every inch of her
naked body, and it glistened like oil.
"Tell me how much you enjoy this," Marcia said after giving Kathy a chance to
catch her breath, “Tell me or I’ll never stop!”
"I...I ...enjoy enjoy it Mrs. Carlton, I really do..." Kathy gasped. The idea of truth
was gone now. She would say anything the crazy lady wanted her to say. Anything to
stop the tickling.
"Enjoy what?" Marcia asked, moving the brush in the direction of her feet.
"Being tickled!" Kathy screamed, "I enjoy being tickled! I love it! I
love it!"
"I thought so," Marcia said. "I think you are almost done."
"Really?" asked Kathy.
"Really," Marcia said, “but first, I think we need to mark you.”
“Mark…mark me?” Kathy asked, fear crushing the hope that had risen up
mere seconds alone.
“You are a dangerous predator, Kathy,” Marcia smiled, “Preying on
defenseless girls like my Alicia. Other mothers need to be warned about you.
I plan on telling them all about you, but first, I need to mark you so they can
Recognize you should you try to prey on their daughters.”
“So,” Marcia continued, “I plan on painting your body.”
“Oh god no,’ Kathy started babbling like an idiot, “Please no, not
that! I’ll…I’ll never survive. Don’t do this to me!”
Marcia didn’t answer. She just reached in her black case and drew out a glass
bottle and a new brush. “Red will be a nice color for your underarms, I think.”
She dabbed the brush into the red paint, and began flicking it under Kathy’s arm.
The bristles weren’t quite as stiff as the ones used to tickle her feet, but they were
springier and almost as scratchy.
Kathy started shrieking immediately, sounding like a barn owl. Her right hollow
must have gotten two or three coats before Marcia painted her left in the same manner.
Marcia switched to a more rounded brush when she started on Kathy’s ribs,
painting them a bright shade of blue. Kathy could feel the bristles tumble over
each of her protruding ribs, keeping her shrieks coming and coming.
It took awhile for Marcia to slowly cover each of Kathy’s ribs. After she was
done with those, she moved on to Kathy’s belly, painting it a dull green with
a brush as soft as a cotton ball. She definitely lingered on the belly, drawing
out deeper and deeper bellows, especially around the belly button.
For Kathy’s thighs, Marcia picked a wide, fuzzy feeling brush. They were
painted canary yellow and drove Kathy wild, mostly on the inner part of the
thigh. A sharp ear could also hear a few muffled mews of pleasure when such
a delicate area was done.
Swabbing the backs of Kathy’s knees, by contrast, held no pleasure for her, and
The orange paint applied their caused Kathy nothing but ticklish agony. Marcia
Found twisting and turning the brush in those tight alcoves brought the most
torment to Kathy’s poor face.
To Kathy’s tremendous misfortune, her feet and toes were next. For these,
Marcia brought back out the stiffest brush, and deftly coated them with
a glossy black. The noises coming from Kathy’s mouth could best be
described as cackling, and belonged more in an asylum or a witches coven
than from an eighteen year old girl.
Marcia was sure to put many coats of the thick black paint on Kathy’s feet,
especially on her toes. Marcia grinned evily as every flick of her wrist
brought forth a new howl from her victim.
By now, every muscle in Kathy’s body was in pain. It felt like she’d just
had a twelve hour gym class, running laps and lifting weights. The only
thing keeping her conscious were the short breaks she got when Marcia
dabbed her brush into the paint, and the longer one she got when Marcia
changed colors. The older woman made a point of cleaning her brush
thoroughly, giving Kathy a minute of peace.
After brushing Kathy’s feet, Marcia stopped, giving Kathy an even longer
rest. Exhausted as she was, Kathy couldn’t help but notice Marcia was
getting out a bottle of gold paint and the same soft brush she’d used on
her breasts earlier.
“I won’t do your arms, your face or below your knees,” Marcia said, “That
way you won’t look entirely like a freak. If you behave yourself, maybe
this will stay our little secret.”
Kathy wanted to tell her to go to hell, but was to exhausted and afraid.
After a while, Marcia started painting again, this time covering her breasts
with the gold paint. As before, Kathy’s laughter was mixed with the soft
kitten-like noises that showed she was being sexually stimulated.
“You’re so cute when your breasts are tickled,” Marcia taunted, “Your eyes
open wide with lust, and your mouth puckers as you try to hide it.” Marcia
was more teasing on the breasts than Kathy’s other places, swooping and
swirling the brush. She made it dance over Kathy’s fleshy globes. Watching
the excitement build up in Kathy’s face was almost like feeling it herself.
It was probably the nipples that pushed Kathy over the edge. This time when
they were brushed, her laughter diminished and her cries became more throaty.
Marci watched her eyes start rolling back into her head, and she knew desire
Was starting to shoot through Kathy’s body.
Just as Kathy’s thighs started contracting, and her hips started arching, Marcia
removed the brush. By that time, Kathy’s nipples were so golden, they shimmered
like the sun at dawn.
The source of her pleasure and torture removed, recovered enough to look
Marcia in the eye. For the first time, Marcia thought she saw regret in her eyes
as well as relief.
“Please don’t do that to me again,” Kathy panted minutes later. Both women
knew she wasn’t talking about the tickling.
“Why not? You seemed to be liking it, you dirty whore.”
“I’m not a whore!” the last bit of Kathy’s anger came bubbling out, “If you
must know, I’m…I’m a virgin,” Kathy’s humiliation at being naked and
helpless came rushing back,” I’ve…I’ve never been touched like this
before.”
“You’re still a dirty liar,” Marcia snorted, “I’ve read your e-mails. I know
what you and Brian did, you dirty slut!”
Kathy wanted to deny that, to tell mrs. Carlton she had just made most of
that up, that in fact Brian had broken up with her because she wouldn’t
do the things in the e-mail. The last bit of her pride, however prevented
this final confession.
The next brush Marcia drew forth was the biggest yet. It was two inches
wide and four inches long. She dipped it into the gray paint, and started
working it between her legs.
“HEHEH EHEHE EHEHEHEHE EHE EH NAOOWWW NAAWWT HE
EHEHE EHEH EHEH NAWWTTT HEH EH THHERERE HEHE EHE EH
PLEEAASSEEE HEHE EHEHE EHEHEH ANNYY ANNYYWHHERE
EHEHEH ELLSSEE EHEH EHEH EHEHEH EHEHHEHH NAWWT
NAWWT NAAWWWTT EHEH EHEHEH THEHEHEHEHERERE!!!
Marcia slid the brush up and down Kathy’s labia, the gray paint landing on
smooth skin and downy pubic hair. For Kathy, it was the worst tickling yet.
It was like her body was enveloped in a tickling clouds, like every nerve
was being tickled by its own brush.
She didn’t think being set on fire could have been any worse.
Marcia dipped the brush down to the curve of Kathy’s buttocks, lifted it
to her flesh pubic area. She drew all the letters of the alphabet and even
made up some knew ones. Marica dragged the brush over every inch of
sensitive skin in that most sensitive of areas.
Then Marcia set that brush down, and with out cleaning it, grabbed
Yet another brush. In contrast, this brush was the smallest yet, and
Marcia kept it dry, refusing to dip it in any paint.
This tiny brush was slipped between Kathy’s lips and flicked over her
clitoris.
Kathy cried out like she’d just been stabbed, and pelvis begfan thrusting
into the air. Wails of passion began pouring between her lips, and a look
of pure ecstasy plastered itself on the eighteen year olds face.
“Oh, you’d better fight this,” Marcia whispered, delicately caressing Kathy
with that softest of all brushes, “If you cum for me, if you orgasm, I’ll
own you. It will be your final mortification, and prove you’ve been beaten
completely, utterly and totally. This will crush not only your body, but your
soul as well.
Kathy, however, was beyond listening. Her chaste body had never experienced a
sensation like this one. She became a puppet again, moaning and groaning, even
giggling again to each and every small movement of the brush.
Marcia, with years of experience, knew exactly how to bring Kathy to
The edge of exploding, then let her crash back in frustration. She could
Build and build the pleasure before dispersing it with a quick tickle to her
labia. Innocent Kathy had no prayer of resisting it.
Finally, Marcia spoke, “tell me you love me, Kathy. Tell me you love
me and I’ll release you,” Women could never separate sex from love, and
Marcia knew that in her overloaded state, Kathy’s lust would be flooding
into her emotions.
“YES! YES YES YES!!!! LOVE YOOUUUUUUU!!!!” Kathy screamed so
loud, Marcia was afraid the neighbors might hear her even at such a distance.
It was time to end it.
One flick of Marcia’s wrist and Kathy’s body exploded in rapture. Her body
Arched almost a foot off the bed, and her scream became an ear shattering shriek.
She thrust her hips forward again, and again and again until she crashed back
to the mattress exhausted.
As Kathy lie there, depleted and drowning in sweat, Marcia wordlessly
Unlocked Kathy’s handcuffs, and set the young woman free.
“Remember, I am going to post your…colorful markings on the internet,”
Marcia said as Kathy tried to sit up. “Should you try to corrupt another,
they will able to identify you in moments. I used a heavy latex paint
on your skin. It’ll take weeks to fade and it will probably still be visible
for months if not years.
Wordlessly, Kathy started to put on some of Alicia’s clothes that her
Mother had laid out for her. While part of her was furious with Mrs.
Carlton for what she’d done to her, she found she couldn’t look at
The older woman without a feeling of warmth, love and…lust building
inside her. That scared Kathy more than anything.
As she walked to the window, Kathy knew she would distance herself from
Alicia. She would never, ever do anything to make Mrs Carlton mad again.
She would never do anything to even make Marcia think about punishing her.
But she knew, even as she crawled out that window, that part of her would
Dream about Mrs. Marcia Carlton for a long time, and no matter how hard
She avoided the daughter, Kathy honestly didn’t know if she could stay away
from the mother who had awoken things inside her she’d never known existed.
The End!
Part 3
Kathy lay in the bed, still spread eagle, with her wrists and ankles still
cuffed to the bedposts. The only thing that had changed in the two hours since
she'd been captured were her clothes. They had been literally cut right off her
body, so now she was naked, and if anything even more helpless than before.
Marcia, had gone to bring back the equipment needed for her "Latest Hobby".
When Marcia returned, she would use that equipment to continue torturing her.
Nothing Kathy could say would stop this. All she could do was wait for the
inevitable.
Soon Marcia returned with a black briefcase. She glanced over her
prisoner from head to toe. When her glance met the 18 year olds breasts,
Marcia smiled "Maybe I should turn up the heat in here Kathy. Your so cold,
you're turning...hard!"
Kathy looked down, and sure enough, her nipples were fully erect. Kathy
blushed we more. She wasn't really used to people seeing her naked!
"Please," said Kathy, giving begging one more chance, "I've admited my
crime! I've corrupted your daughter! I've turned your sweet little girl into
a ... a hooligan! You've punished me for it! Why not just let me go! I'll be
good!" It was all a crock, of course. No one told Alicia Carlton anything,
not her mom and not her friends. Alicia did whatever Alicia wanted too.
Marcia refused to believe that.
Marcia replied by taking another picture of Kathy with the camera she'd
set up earlier. "You are so photogenic!" Marcia gloated, "Maybe I should send
that one to Penthouse!"
Marcia opened the black case, "You know what's in here, don't you Kathy?"
Kathy could only nod. "This is my latest hobby, and your latest torment. Tell
me what my hobby is, or I'll call Spike up here again."
"Not that!" Kathy screamed. Alicia had told her what was in the case, and
Kathy wanted no part in it, but she also didn't want to give that damn golden
retreiver another chance to lick dinner of her feet. "Your latest hobby is..."
Kathy broke off. She just couldn't say it. It was too horrible.
"Is...," Marcia continued for her, "Painting! I've done several portraits
already! I think I'm quite good, but I think you'll be the ultimate judge of
that." Marcia opened the black case, and turned it so Kathy could see. In
that case were at least 50 brushes of all sizes, as well as about 10 jars of
paint.
"A lot of people," Marcia began, "ask me why I need so many brushes." As
Marcia talked, she was starting to remove the jars of paint from the case and
open them. "They seem to think that the only difference between one brush and
another is its size. They are wrong."
"The bristles of a brush," Marcia continued her lecture, "need to be
different too. You need some brushes that are as smooth as silk, some that are
as wiry and rough, and all kinds in between! Each different kind of bristle
gives the paint a different texture, a different look, on the canvas You look
confused. Let me demonstrate."
"NO!" Kathy screamed, but it was too late. Marcia already had a brush in
hand, and was stroking it over Kathy's left breast and nipple. "This would be
a very smooth soft brush," Marcia went on, "Feel how soft it is?"
Kathy had never been tickled on her breasts before. Brian, her tickling
ex-boyfriend, had always had other plans for those. She was totally unprepared
for the sensation. That soft brush sent tickles shooting down her breast, and
when it finally touched her nipple, Kathy went crazy.
"He he he he he he he he he he he no no no he he he he no no st... st st
he he he stoppppppppppppppp he heh he he he heh !! OOOHh oh heh O Oh
Hehe HEEHee OOhehohoh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
“We like that do we?” Marcia said, hearing a few meows mixed in with Kathy’s giggles.
Even had her life depended on it, Kathy couldn’t have answered.
"I think you'll find," Marcia said, still methodically running the brush
over Kathy's breast, “That this is softer than any feather.” She started using the
brush on Kathy’s other breast, keeping the laughter and pleasure pouring out
of her mouth.
Kathy was red-faced and totally out of breath before Marcia stopped.
"Hmm," Marcia said as Kathy tried to catch her breath, "Your nipples are even
harder than before!" As if to prove her theory, Marcia leaned down and kissed
first the left nipple, than the right.
Kathy hadn't been anticipating that at all. She couldn't help but moan at
that hot, wet sensation, and a guttural noise escaped her throat.
"My, my" Marcia said, "I think your enjoying this, aren't you Kathy?"
Kathy knew she had been broken. She had said everything Marcia wanted
to hear, had told the lies when Marcia had ordered her tell, and had begged Marcia
for mercy just like the other woman wanted her too.. But this was too much.
It would be the final surrender, to say that she had enjoyed Marcia's tickle torture.
Slowly, Kathy shook her head no.
"Pity," Marcia said, putting away the brushes she had and taking out a
new one. "I think you're still lying to me! Maybe this will get you to tell
me the truth!"
Marcia picked a new brush from her case, and began running it over Kathy's left
foot. It was one with stiff, wiry bristles, and it drove Kathy wild. Spike's tongue
had tickled her foot indiscriminately, but Marcia’s brush was more selective.
She zeroed in on Kathy’s worst spots, like the line at the bottom of her arch, a dimple
on the balls of her feet, or the base of her big toes.
This was the worst tickling Kathy had endured yet! The little circles Mrs. Carlton
was drawing felt live wires being placed on her feet, and the electricity was shooting up
her legs to her brain.
"HEHE EHEH EHEHEHE EHEH EHEHHHH EHEH EHEH PLLEAASSEEE
NAOOWW MOORREEE!! ANNYYTHHINGGGG!!! I’LL DDOOO
ANNYYTHING HEHE EHEH EHEHEH EHEHH EHEHHE EHEH"
Soon, Marcia found Kathy's an even worse spot on the side of her baby toe.
Mrs. Carlton gently moved the tiny toe to the side and kept dabbing the brush on
that one spot until Kathy’s laughter had become a wild shrieking.
Finally, the torture stopped. Kathy just lay there gasping for breath, sounding
Like someone who’d almost drown. Sweat now covered every inch of her
naked body, and it glistened like oil.
"Tell me how much you enjoy this," Marcia said after giving Kathy a chance to
catch her breath, “Tell me or I’ll never stop!”
"I...I ...enjoy enjoy it Mrs. Carlton, I really do..." Kathy gasped. The idea of truth
was gone now. She would say anything the crazy lady wanted her to say. Anything to
stop the tickling.
"Enjoy what?" Marcia asked, moving the brush in the direction of her feet.
"Being tickled!" Kathy screamed, "I enjoy being tickled! I love it! I
love it!"
"I thought so," Marcia said. "I think you are almost done."
"Really?" asked Kathy.
"Really," Marcia said, “but first, I think we need to mark you.”
“Mark…mark me?” Kathy asked, fear crushing the hope that had risen up
mere seconds alone.
“You are a dangerous predator, Kathy,” Marcia smiled, “Preying on
defenseless girls like my Alicia. Other mothers need to be warned about you.
I plan on telling them all about you, but first, I need to mark you so they can
Recognize you should you try to prey on their daughters.”
“So,” Marcia continued, “I plan on painting your body.”
“Oh god no,’ Kathy started babbling like an idiot, “Please no, not
that! I’ll…I’ll never survive. Don’t do this to me!”
Marcia didn’t answer. She just reached in her black case and drew out a glass
bottle and a new brush. “Red will be a nice color for your underarms, I think.”
She dabbed the brush into the red paint, and began flicking it under Kathy’s arm.
The bristles weren’t quite as stiff as the ones used to tickle her feet, but they were
springier and almost as scratchy.
Kathy started shrieking immediately, sounding like a barn owl. Her right hollow
must have gotten two or three coats before Marcia painted her left in the same manner.
Marcia switched to a more rounded brush when she started on Kathy’s ribs,
painting them a bright shade of blue. Kathy could feel the bristles tumble over
each of her protruding ribs, keeping her shrieks coming and coming.
It took awhile for Marcia to slowly cover each of Kathy’s ribs. After she was
done with those, she moved on to Kathy’s belly, painting it a dull green with
a brush as soft as a cotton ball. She definitely lingered on the belly, drawing
out deeper and deeper bellows, especially around the belly button.
For Kathy’s thighs, Marcia picked a wide, fuzzy feeling brush. They were
painted canary yellow and drove Kathy wild, mostly on the inner part of the
thigh. A sharp ear could also hear a few muffled mews of pleasure when such
a delicate area was done.
Swabbing the backs of Kathy’s knees, by contrast, held no pleasure for her, and
The orange paint applied their caused Kathy nothing but ticklish agony. Marcia
Found twisting and turning the brush in those tight alcoves brought the most
torment to Kathy’s poor face.
To Kathy’s tremendous misfortune, her feet and toes were next. For these,
Marcia brought back out the stiffest brush, and deftly coated them with
a glossy black. The noises coming from Kathy’s mouth could best be
described as cackling, and belonged more in an asylum or a witches coven
than from an eighteen year old girl.
Marcia was sure to put many coats of the thick black paint on Kathy’s feet,
especially on her toes. Marcia grinned evily as every flick of her wrist
brought forth a new howl from her victim.
By now, every muscle in Kathy’s body was in pain. It felt like she’d just
had a twelve hour gym class, running laps and lifting weights. The only
thing keeping her conscious were the short breaks she got when Marcia
dabbed her brush into the paint, and the longer one she got when Marcia
changed colors. The older woman made a point of cleaning her brush
thoroughly, giving Kathy a minute of peace.
After brushing Kathy’s feet, Marcia stopped, giving Kathy an even longer
rest. Exhausted as she was, Kathy couldn’t help but notice Marcia was
getting out a bottle of gold paint and the same soft brush she’d used on
her breasts earlier.
“I won’t do your arms, your face or below your knees,” Marcia said, “That
way you won’t look entirely like a freak. If you behave yourself, maybe
this will stay our little secret.”
Kathy wanted to tell her to go to hell, but was to exhausted and afraid.
After a while, Marcia started painting again, this time covering her breasts
with the gold paint. As before, Kathy’s laughter was mixed with the soft
kitten-like noises that showed she was being sexually stimulated.
“You’re so cute when your breasts are tickled,” Marcia taunted, “Your eyes
open wide with lust, and your mouth puckers as you try to hide it.” Marcia
was more teasing on the breasts than Kathy’s other places, swooping and
swirling the brush. She made it dance over Kathy’s fleshy globes. Watching
the excitement build up in Kathy’s face was almost like feeling it herself.
It was probably the nipples that pushed Kathy over the edge. This time when
they were brushed, her laughter diminished and her cries became more throaty.
Marci watched her eyes start rolling back into her head, and she knew desire
Was starting to shoot through Kathy’s body.
Just as Kathy’s thighs started contracting, and her hips started arching, Marcia
removed the brush. By that time, Kathy’s nipples were so golden, they shimmered
like the sun at dawn.
The source of her pleasure and torture removed, recovered enough to look
Marcia in the eye. For the first time, Marcia thought she saw regret in her eyes
as well as relief.
“Please don’t do that to me again,” Kathy panted minutes later. Both women
knew she wasn’t talking about the tickling.
“Why not? You seemed to be liking it, you dirty whore.”
“I’m not a whore!” the last bit of Kathy’s anger came bubbling out, “If you
must know, I’m…I’m a virgin,” Kathy’s humiliation at being naked and
helpless came rushing back,” I’ve…I’ve never been touched like this
before.”
“You’re still a dirty liar,” Marcia snorted, “I’ve read your e-mails. I know
what you and Brian did, you dirty slut!”
Kathy wanted to deny that, to tell mrs. Carlton she had just made most of
that up, that in fact Brian had broken up with her because she wouldn’t
do the things in the e-mail. The last bit of her pride, however prevented
this final confession.
The next brush Marcia drew forth was the biggest yet. It was two inches
wide and four inches long. She dipped it into the gray paint, and started
working it between her legs.
“HEHEH EHEHE EHEHEHEHE EHE EH NAOOWWW NAAWWT HE
EHEHE EHEH EHEH NAWWTTT HEH EH THHERERE HEHE EHE EH
PLEEAASSEEE HEHE EHEHE EHEHEH ANNYY ANNYYWHHERE
EHEHEH ELLSSEE EHEH EHEH EHEHEH EHEHHEHH NAWWT
NAWWT NAAWWWTT EHEH EHEHEH THEHEHEHEHERERE!!!
Marcia slid the brush up and down Kathy’s labia, the gray paint landing on
smooth skin and downy pubic hair. For Kathy, it was the worst tickling yet.
It was like her body was enveloped in a tickling clouds, like every nerve
was being tickled by its own brush.
She didn’t think being set on fire could have been any worse.
Marcia dipped the brush down to the curve of Kathy’s buttocks, lifted it
to her flesh pubic area. She drew all the letters of the alphabet and even
made up some knew ones. Marica dragged the brush over every inch of
sensitive skin in that most sensitive of areas.
Then Marcia set that brush down, and with out cleaning it, grabbed
Yet another brush. In contrast, this brush was the smallest yet, and
Marcia kept it dry, refusing to dip it in any paint.
This tiny brush was slipped between Kathy’s lips and flicked over her
clitoris.
Kathy cried out like she’d just been stabbed, and pelvis begfan thrusting
into the air. Wails of passion began pouring between her lips, and a look
of pure ecstasy plastered itself on the eighteen year olds face.
“Oh, you’d better fight this,” Marcia whispered, delicately caressing Kathy
with that softest of all brushes, “If you cum for me, if you orgasm, I’ll
own you. It will be your final mortification, and prove you’ve been beaten
completely, utterly and totally. This will crush not only your body, but your
soul as well.
Kathy, however, was beyond listening. Her chaste body had never experienced a
sensation like this one. She became a puppet again, moaning and groaning, even
giggling again to each and every small movement of the brush.
Marcia, with years of experience, knew exactly how to bring Kathy to
The edge of exploding, then let her crash back in frustration. She could
Build and build the pleasure before dispersing it with a quick tickle to her
labia. Innocent Kathy had no prayer of resisting it.
Finally, Marcia spoke, “tell me you love me, Kathy. Tell me you love
me and I’ll release you,” Women could never separate sex from love, and
Marcia knew that in her overloaded state, Kathy’s lust would be flooding
into her emotions.
“YES! YES YES YES!!!! LOVE YOOUUUUUUU!!!!” Kathy screamed so
loud, Marcia was afraid the neighbors might hear her even at such a distance.
It was time to end it.
One flick of Marcia’s wrist and Kathy’s body exploded in rapture. Her body
Arched almost a foot off the bed, and her scream became an ear shattering shriek.
She thrust her hips forward again, and again and again until she crashed back
to the mattress exhausted.
As Kathy lie there, depleted and drowning in sweat, Marcia wordlessly
Unlocked Kathy’s handcuffs, and set the young woman free.
“Remember, I am going to post your…colorful markings on the internet,”
Marcia said as Kathy tried to sit up. “Should you try to corrupt another,
they will able to identify you in moments. I used a heavy latex paint
on your skin. It’ll take weeks to fade and it will probably still be visible
for months if not years.
Wordlessly, Kathy started to put on some of Alicia’s clothes that her
Mother had laid out for her. While part of her was furious with Mrs.
Carlton for what she’d done to her, she found she couldn’t look at
The older woman without a feeling of warmth, love and…lust building
inside her. That scared Kathy more than anything.
As she walked to the window, Kathy knew she would distance herself from
Alicia. She would never, ever do anything to make Mrs Carlton mad again.
She would never do anything to even make Marcia think about punishing her.
But she knew, even as she crawled out that window, that part of her would
Dream about Mrs. Marcia Carlton for a long time, and no matter how hard
She avoided the daughter, Kathy honestly didn’t know if she could stay away
from the mother who had awoken things inside her she’d never known existed.
The End!
