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What Did Lauren Do Wrong? (FFF/F)

gba52

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Another old story I'd written for someone.
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Lauren was a stunningly beautiful girl, with long black hair, perfect skin, and a tight body. It was Friday night and she was heading to her favorite bar. She looked fantastic, and wanted to show off her incredible body. She was dressed in a tight black blouse that emphasized her breasts, skin-tight white pants that hugged her hips, and black pumps with 4 inch heels. She knew she looked stunning.

Walking along the road to the bar, Lauren realized she was getting plenty of admiring looks from men and women, and not a few envious glances from women. She didn't care. She was beautiful and it was Friday. Time to have fun, get some attention, and show off her best features.

Before she even had time to yell, a hand covered her mouth and multiple hands grabbed her from all directions. That was the last thing she remembered before everything went black.

When Lauren woke up, a soft satin blindfold covered her eyes. She was laying on what felt like a padded table, and her arms and legs were bound in a "spread eagle" form. Soft cuffs bound her wrists above her head, and the same thing went for her ankles. It wasn't uncomfortably tight, although she could barely move at all. Her blouse had ridden up and exposed her soft, tight tummy. Otherwise, she was fully clothed.

"HELP!" Lauren yelled, her words echoing in what seemed like an empty room. She was scared, and had no idea where she was or why she was there. Soon, she heard what sounded like women's high heels clicking on the hard floor. Multiple pairs, as if it was numerous women. She could feel them getting closer and began yelling. "HELP! WHO ARE YOU? PLEASE HELP!" A gag was immediately stuck into her mouth, and she yelled even more loudly into it. She could feel body heat and smell perfume, indicating the women were standing right over her.

"Silence. We've seen you around town, showing off your body. We've seen our boyfriends watching you, lusting after you. It's time you learned some humility," one of the women said. Lauren screamed into the gag, pleading that she was sorry, asking them to let her go, promising she'll stay away. She never intended to steal anyone's boyfriends- she was just pretty and liked to dress well. How could she be in this situation, she wondered frantically?

Without another word, Lauren felt her blouse ripped off her in a swift motion, exposing her black bra and her heaving breasts. The women surrounding her immediately threw their long, sharp nails all over her upper body. Nails scribbled on her soft, shaven underarms; along her taut belly; over her exposed ribs. They even began teasing her ears and neck. It was unbearable. She knew she was tickling, but this was a whole new level.

Feathers quickly followed, playing with her navel and running over her armpits. Lauren screamed into the gag, and tried to thrash but the bonds were too tight. She would have done anything to make it stop. Sweat formed over her perfect skin, from her arms to her forehead. When would these women let her go?

As the feather moved along her ribs and tummy, she was surprised to feel a cutting against her skin-tight white pants. Within seconds, the women had cut off her pants and left her in just her tiny white g-string, black bra, and 4 inch black heels. The feathers migrated to her legs, while other women kept up the attack on her torso. The feathers and nails went behind her knees, a particularly sensitive spot; in the crevice between her inner thighs, which was extraordinarily soft and sensitive; and, most maliciously, along her panty line. The feather would trail over her g-string, just enough to tease, and then move elsewhere. As the feather dipped into her panty line, along with a particularly sharp nail, Lauren let out a moan. She didn't see it coming- but something about being tickled there was getting to her.

The massive attack, tickling across her entire upper and lower bodies, still didn't prepare her for what came next. Her heels were removed, exposing her feet, Lauren's most sensitive area. She had small feet, and always kept them perfectly pedicured. Her longish toes were painted a dark red, her heels were surprisingly soft, and her high arch was extremely wrinkled. The women immediately went to work on her feet, but it was softer and more sensual than their other attacks.

A feather sawed in between her beautiful, red-painted toes, which she tried to frantically curl. They moved sharp nails along her heels. And they raked her wrinkly soles. Lauren was in agony. Finally, one women began covering her heels and soles with baby oil, making them even more sensitive. The feather in between her toes was terrible- they followed it with an electric toothbrush between each lovely toe. She began to regret always getting pedicures and caring so much for her feet- they were unbearably sensitive.

Suddenly, the women seemed to decide that Lauren was near breaking and needed to reach the final level. Someone began biting softly at her heels, which sent waves of ticklish pleasure to her brain. Then she felt a soft, warm feeling on her toes, starting with the big ones. It was a tongue! Someone, or multiple people, began sucking on her beautiful toes. She had never felt anything like this, but it had an incredible effect. Lauren moaned heavily, unexpectedly.

Simultaneously, her black bra was snapped off and her white g-string was cut off and removed, leaving her completely naked and exposed. In such a short time, she'd gone from a confident, perfectly dressed woman to a naked, moaning, laughing wreck! She had never been so helpless.

Lauren's body was covered in sweat already, but the women began drizzling oil everywhere, including her breasts. Her nipples were fully extended and erect, and a feather began sawing them. She laughed uncontrollably and moaned into her gag in equal measure- the sensations were overwhelming. The feathers danced around her full breasts before sawing at the nipples, which were so hard they ached.

She shrieked as the nipple torture was combined with a wet tongue on her red-painted toes. Part of her had always hoped someone would pay this kind of attention to her perfectly maintained feet and toes, but she'd never imagined it like this!

As the nipples and toes were pleasured and tormented, a feather began tickling her inner thighs and brushing over shaven, beautiful mound. She was already wet, and the women realized this once the g-string was removed. The feather traveled over her mound, tickling her clit, which was incredibly sensitive already. Finally, multiple feathers descended onto her mound, her inner thighs, and her panty line. Lauren was laughing, crying, yelling, and moaning all at once.

The orgasm that followed was earth shattering. She screamed, and collapsed into a deep sleep. The women stopped their attack and the leader said to the sleeping beauty "that will teach you to show off like that."

Did Lauren learn her lesson? Only time would tell.
 
Thanks for all the kind feedback. I have some other requests I will work on soon and post.
 
I am confident she did not! I can imagine several scenarios where another lesson is required...
 
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