tdh19882012
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Sophia had awoken to the sounds of laughter, hysterical laughter and what sounded like a struggle of some sort coming from downstairs. More annoyed than immediately alarmed, she figured her room-mate, Hayley, had brought some guy back and they were fooling around and she rolled over to settle back down to sleep. It was only when Sophia heard her friend sound as though she might be pleading for something that some urgent sense within her told her to get out of bed and take a look. Such was her alarm as she approached her bedroom door hearing her friend desperately promising “anything” to whoever was down there with her Sophia didn't even address the fact that she was naked from the waist down, wearing only her pyjama top.
She peered over the bannister and down the stairs, she could not see anything but could certainly hear much more clearly now.
Silence. There was dead silence. As if nothing had been happening down there. Sophia stood dead still, barely breathing, trying to make out even the faintest sound. It had been so noisy down there, how could it have become so dead so suddenly? She took a tentative step down the stairs, peering into the darkness. A warm orange glow illuminated the wall opposite the bannister which she suddenly noticed she was clinging onto as though her life depended on it, had Hayley seriously lit candles down there while making all that commotion? And then just left them alone?
Half way down the stairs which were mercifully not the creaking sort, Sophia gingerly sat down on the step to peer through the rails. She saw three figures dressed in black, complete with masks, and she saw a naked Hayley tightly hogtied in the middle of them with something stuffed inside her mouth which had been taped shut.
This is when Sophia decided she should go back to bed. It just seemed the safest thing to do. Some could mistake that as being heartless but Hayley had always gotten herself into trouble over the years and had proven a master of getting back out of it, plus Sophia had seen enough of her friend's internet history to know that this kinda thing was “normal” in Hayley's world. She was fascinated in her friend's subculture, alternative lifestyle but it didn't really do anything for her sexually. Sophia peered through those rails, watching her friend trembling in bondage before three masked beings, at least one presumably female judging by the powerful aroma of a strange perfume in the air.
As Sophia began to stand and head back to bed planning to simply wake up in the morning and never talk about what she'd seen down here ever, with anybody, except maybe a shrink one day, all hell broke loose in the living room.
As if on cue to a powerful sound of vibration she heard her friend scream into whatever gagged her mouth, it was a deep, guttural scream. She'd heard nothing like it before and she froze in place as she watched her friend being pleasured, obscenely so by the sound of it.
A phone torch lit up her friends body, one of them must have been filming this, Sophia was granted the first real look at the apparent torment of Hayley. She glistened with sweat, her make up had streaked across her face, mascara ran from her eyes. Her violet painted toenails shone in the torchlight. She couldn't tell what exactly Hayley was bound with but it was thin and black and judging by the increasingly violent shuddering of its captive it was very strong indeed. It didn't surprise Soph that her friend knew people adept at bondage techniques.
What did surprise her however was the sound of that huge vibrator being switched off, the click prompting a despairing groan from her friend before immediate raucous laughter. To say it surprised Soph that these guys had switched from pleasuring Hayley to apparently tickling the hell out of her was the understatement of the year. But, it is all she felt. Surprise. Which slowly turned to shock as she witnessed her friends helpless feet take a savage tickling from what looked to be Soph's own hairbrush, a quick glance to the coffee table saw her opened handbag and confirmed this. A little part of Soph was quite pleased her friend was suffering for bringing strangers into the house, waking her up and even going through her things.
That shock slowly morphed to awe as the tickling onslaught ravaging her friends feet continued unabated for what must have been five full minutes. Soph sat there, watching and cringing, curling her toes instinctively as she watched her friends own being tortured. There was no other word for what she was watching, this had to be torture for Hayley. Surely.
The vibrations began again as the brush was put down and Hayley lurched in her bonds and squealed with such force Soph saw her friends spit fly through the air and heard her muffled whimpering take on a more urgent tone. Had this gone too far? Soph had never actually witnessed one of her friends “sessions” before and so just could not tell. Should she step in? How utterly embarrassing might that turn out to be? And how would she even go about doing that? “Uh, hey guys, looks like she's had enough there and I want to go to sleep.” The thought made Soph cringe almost as much as watching Hayley having the shit tickled out of her. Speaking of which, the vibrator was once more switched off and Soph in turn was once more treated to the spectacle of her friend entering a frenzy of ticklishness.
This time her feet were not the only target for these fiends, her bare legs and her sides were poked, prodded and squeezed in areas Soph could well relate to having had one or two tickle happy boyfriends in the past. She sat watching, transfixed by what she saw. Hayley was rolled onto her side facing the stairs now as her ribs and hips became the main focus for the tickling hands much to her apparent horror, her eyes wide and face turning red, her thighs slick with what Soph hoped with all her heart was only sweat – the carpet they'd had throughout the house had been very expensive.
The hands glided effortlessly across Hayley's naked torso, jiggling her tits as the ribs were massaged, the sides pinched and tweaked and fingers drilled into her skin above the hip bones and deep into her belly button. Six hands had their way with her naked flesh and all she could do was lay there and take it. Soph was beginning to admire her friends stamina, she noticed the clock across the room now saw 01:26. This all began before 1am and that's just what Soph had managed to see. This could have been going on for hours by now. A part of her was thrilled that she hadn't made it back to bed yet, this was an amazing insight into her friends lifestyle. Another part however was becoming increasingly tired. As irritated as she was with Hayley's behaviour at times, she still loved her so decided to stay up until this bizarre game was done with.
It was now past 2am and the trio had showed no signs of slowing down. Hayley was all but destroyed and seemed almost lifeless compared to an hour ago, at least during the vibration cycles. Were they making her cum? Or not letting her? Soph couldn't decide which would be worse. She knew for damn sure she didn't ever want to be tied up around one of these guys though, she was just as ticklish as her roomy and was sure as hell that she didn't have Hayley's stamina for this. They rolled her onto her side again and this time, Soph felt genuine pity looking at her friends near lifeless eyes rolling around her skull, she was beat. But they continued, she heard Hayley wheeze out what little air she had left in her lungs as the hands continued their annihilation of her friends upper body and thighs. At this point the torchlight focussed between Hayley's legs, and Sophia watched in horror as her friends lower belly was vigorously tickled and her pee began to spurt out all over the nice new carpet.
Before she knew exactly what she was doing, Soph was walking right towards this sadistic gang knelt around the quivering mass of flesh called Hayley. They hadn't actually noticed her, so single minded was their fixation on the helpless woman. She stormed over to them intent on calling them out on their perversion and maybe threatening to call the police citing sexual assault and kidnap charges not to mention charges of another kind regarding carpet care. She was suddenly standing directly above the one filming her friends pathetic display of having the pee literally tickled out of her.
This is when her mind went absolutely blank, she was just one person after all and these were several men and or women. She was outnumbered and she'd seen what they were capable of. But Hayley was surely a willing participant in all this, right? Surely they would understand that Soph didn't mind how long they “tortured” her friend for, so long as they put some towels down?
Sophia would never know the answer to those questions as the next thing she knew, she was on the floor. Pinned tightly by one of the trio as a second caught her wildly kicking feet and sat on her ankles and the third removed Hayley's gag demanding answers about who this other woman was.
The masked figure laying across her upper body was the one that smelled so strongly of perfume, she playfully poked at Soph's sides as Hayley answered their questions and Soph tried desperately to not let on that she might be even a bit ticklish. She stared stony faced into her assailants eyes and they stared right back at her, looking almost disappointed.
That soon turned to gleeful however when Sophia's voice awkwardly broke as she wailed in response to a horrible sensation on her bare toes. They were clearly inside somebody's mouth and it was utterly unbearable. The teeth nibbled the entire length of her toes and the tongue snaked its way between them one by one, Sophia shrieked and screamed like a banshee before the bitch laying atop her covered Soph's mouth with her hand. She screamed at them to stop, to let her go, to get out of her house. They responded to her muffled protests with ever more toe nibbling and lustful stares.
And so we rejoin Soph at around 3am, strapped naked to her bed save for that pyjama top, her ankles obscenely far apart and lashed to each side of her headboard, her wrists tied off somewhere to the side of the bed frame with her arms laying across the back of her upturned thighs. She had never felt so vulnerable, so violated. Everything was on show for these freaks and boy were they enjoying it. It turned out only one of these guys was, well, a guy. The other two were women and they were eager to show Soph what it truly means to be ticklish.
They had talked at Soph, at length, while her bondage was set up. Soph could not respond for the gag and had to listen, seething with anger and burning with humiliation as her legs were spread and tightened in place. “You enjoy watching what we did to your friend, huh?” one of the women had asked. Soph had no clue what she was supposed to say, this was alien to her. Had Hayley told them to do this? She had no damn right to if that's the case. This was sick.
“She signed up for that, you know? She actually said to us she wanted to 'push her limits' and on her list of kinks she noted two of our favourites. Tickling, and Forced Orgasm.”
Forced orgasm? That was a “kink”? It sounded amazing. The idea alone was causing Soph's tummy to tingle.
“Thing is, your friend owes some acquaintances of ours. Going AWOL right before an event like an auction, that costs the wrong people a lot of money. Now we're talking, say, in the tens of thousands there.”
Sophia's heart sank, as if it were possible to sink even further. What the hell had Hayley done this time? It was never this serious, what had she gotten herself into? Suddenly the carpets just didn't matter. If only they would remove her gag and let her talk to them she could smooth all of this over. Sophia was well raised and from wealthy stock, she could sort all of this out.
“Which doesn't mean much to the likes of you, right girly? We know who you are, we know who your family are, we know where you work, we just know you. And unless you do exactly what we want you to, you're gonna end up a hell of a lot worse than your friend back downstairs, you got that?”
Sophia nodded her head yes. Her eyes wider than ever, she nodded vigorously maintaining eye contact with this mysterious woman the whole time.
“You see, you interrupted us down there. We were taking part of our payment in lieu of actual money, understand? What you got in the middle of was little old Hayley repaying part of her debt. She'll carry on paying soon enough, don't you worry about that. But now we need to make sure you are on side with us and won't go doing nothing stupid like involving the police.”
Soph shook her head, god how she wished she wasn't gagged she would absolutely promise to whatever they said, she didn't want any part of this, this was insane. Why hadn't she just stayed in bed.
“Are you on our side here?” Sophia nodded once more, wide eyed and shivering in her bondage.
“Hmm, you believe her?” she asked in the direction of the man checking the straps at Soph's ankles. “What about you?” she asked the other guy who was busy looking through a large bag of some sort down on the floor. They both answered in the negative.
They slowly encircled their bound captive. “Wait! I promise I won't tell anybody about this, trust me I won't we can just go back to acting like nothing has ever happened, do what you like with Hayley god knows she deserv-” The entirely muffled, desperate pleading of Sophia was cut violently short as hands gripped various parts of her body, the electricity of those sensations taking her breath away and causing her mind to short circuit momentarily. She heaved in her bonds and gales of laughter poured forth, the desperate hilarity of which would have been deafening and surely woken the neighbours across the street if not for that damned gag.
Fingers worked their way over her soft skin, grabbing along her inner thigh, pinching right at the very tops of her spread legs right where they met her hips on the outskirts of her pussy. They drilled into these spots as others worked her ribcage over and more clawed at her tummy. Sophia's eyes clamped shut as the laughter was forced from her, removing her ability to breath completely.
It carried on, the fingers having their way with her ticklish body as she thrashed around what few inches she was able to and banged her head into her pillows over and over and over. Anything to try to distract her from the shockingly powerful sensations stripping her of her sanity.
The woman opened a bottle of oil and poured it copiously over Sophia's upper body, the men working their strong hands all over it as she squealed with renewed mirth. Oil was massaged into her thighs and her ass, the woman's claws ravaging the flesh there. She scurried her nails from behind the knees right down to between her ass cheeks and hit every bit of sensitive skin in between as the guys drove Soph wild with pure, unadulterated underarm and rib tickling.
“Stop.” she ordered. They complied and Soph heaved in her bondage as she fought for breath.
“Now sweety, before this night is over you will have done a few things for us. In fact you will have begged us to let you do them” she said with a grin. Sophia stared at her as she tried to settle her breathing.
“One, you will beg to suck on my feet. And two, you will beg to suck on the cocks of my two helpers here.”
Sophia couldn't believe it, there was just no way. No way in hell would she do either of those things, ever. This had gone way too far. She was once more boiling with an anger she had never even imagined before.
“Yeah I see that look in your eyes darling, but take a look around will you? Look at yourself. Look at your friend. We own both of you now, and we can do whatever we want to you.” As the woman said this, she was becoming increasingly lustful and threatening at the same time. Under other circumstances Sophia might have welcomed her affection.
“Last chance sweety. Beg to suck on all three of us and we will let you go.”
Sophia screamed into the gag once more in defiance of this disgusting trio of losers. She would never give in to their demands, no matter what they did. Someone would eventually realise she was missing and call for help.
“Have it your way then. Brush time.”
The following half an hour saw Sophia seriously reconsider giving the best head of her life to both of these guys and at least doing her best to satisfy the woman's feet, however that worked. They had used everything at their disposal to break her down. Her feet had been nibbled on, licked, suckled as had her toes, a hairbrush across each taut ball of her feet saw her wet herself for the first time as she wailed in despair feeling it happen totally out of her control. They had sawed the brushes back and forth the whole time as it helplessly trickled out of her, she felt the heat of it and she felt the bristles torturing her soles and she felt the helplessness and humiliation of being forced to drink water from a straw in between bouts of brutal tickling.
She was thankful for the water, and for the gag removal, her voice was hoarse from the screaming so begging coherently was a real challenge but not so thankful when she realised why she'd been allowed a drink. The same vibrator they'd used to torment her friends pussy was now firmly held in place and slowly rotation across her oiled tummy, right at the bottom of it.
They filmed down there as she peed, laughing herself insane all the while. They would make her watch past videos of Hayley's tortures, forcing her to watch her friends ticklish hell in various elaborate bondage scenarios and the vibrator was used on Sophia's exposed pussy. It was held firmly against her clit as the woman who seemed to be leading this little gang slipped two fingers inside her, every time Sophia got close and began to clench she removed both the fingers and the vibrator. Sophia wasn't sure why she was crying, the endless tickling? The desperate need to cum? Wanting to be alone?
She managed to wheeze out a feeble “Stop, please” now and then, but her voice had fallen so silent it could barely be heard over the vibrations and the audio from the videos. The only time she had any real volume to it was when the men began torturing her ribs and legs, her underarms and tummy, her hips and her ass. Her pussy was off limits, that belonged to the woman.
And boy did she love to torment it. It was so beautiful. Just begging to be tortured. Secretly she wished she could experience tickling torment like she frequently inflicted upon women up and down the country, but she knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. Not a chance in hell. Dishing it out however was incredibly sweet.
“Feel like worshipping my feet now hunny bun?” Sophia weakly nodded her head.
“Nah, don't believe you. Boys, brush time.”
The hairbrushes wreaked havoc upon Soph's soles, as she thrashed her head side to side she noticed the bulges in the guys' trousers. If they would just let her stop, let her stop laughing for a moment she would let them do whatever the hell they pleased. But they just carried on.
They held her toes tight and sawed the brushes across the ball, the arch and her heel, back and forth never stopping for one moment. Sophia's mind was gone. And if that hadn't done it, the electric toothbrush in her ass and the vibrators huge head pressed snug against her clit once more certainly did.
“Ramp it up boys.” she commanded as she flicked that vibe onto its max setting, circling the toothbrush around Soph's oiled orifice all the while. They did as she told. One held both brushes and continued the assault on her soles, the other worked her ribs and underarms once more, really massaging firmly working that oil into every little nook and cranny he could find.
Sophia saw stars. She was a mass of nerve endings, a total explosion of sensitivity. She felt an orgasm building rapidly despite the horrendous tickling. God how she wished it would stop. The feet in particular were killing her. But coupled with the upper body which stopped her breathing, it was just awful. She had no way of describing it. The orgasm built and built and built until it exploded all over the lady with the vibrator, it ripped through her entire being and she let out piercing, inhuman screams which rang around the house causing Hayley to flinch in the room below.
It carried on coursing through every fibre of her being and it terrified her, the tickling on her feet in particular seemed to magnify everything she was feeling tenfold, waves of pleasure would soar from her tummy to her feet and be thrown back again by the electricity of tickling, around and around her body it would go. They needed to stop. She had had enough, long ago she had enough but this was it now. She genuinely feared for her sanity, if not her life.
Summoning up all of her strength in the face of never ending tickling and what she now knew to be forced orgasms, she wailed out “Enough! Jesus, enough, please! I'll do it!”
The men stopped and the woman put down her vibrator, kneeling between her captive's legs and lapping away at her brutally sensitive pussy between words.
“Do what darling?” She asked as she licked away, loving the shiver and flinch each and every lick brought.
“I'll do it just please let me go, please.”
“Say it” said the woman now eating Sophia's tormented pussy. “Say it and we'll allow you.”
Utterly defeated and way beyond humiliation now, Sophia announced to the room “OK fine, please, let me suck your cocks” she said to the guys, “and your feet, miss. Please, ah, please stop licking me I have to rest, please!” Soph laid her head back down to her pillows and shut her eyes, almost praying for a sleep she would never wake from.
“Hmm,” said the woman, still happily eating Sophia, “She sound at all sincere to either of you boys?”
And those sleepy eyes shot open as the men replied in the negative, cutting her screams short as the gag was stuffed once more into her mouth.
Watching the drama unfold, the woman giggled into Soph's pussy as she carried on licking and nibbling it. Just another day at the office as they say, but damn did she love her job.
Sophia had awoken to the sounds of laughter, hysterical laughter and what sounded like a struggle of some sort coming from downstairs. More annoyed than immediately alarmed, she figured her room-mate, Hayley, had brought some guy back and they were fooling around and she rolled over to settle back down to sleep. It was only when Sophia heard her friend sound as though she might be pleading for something that some urgent sense within her told her to get out of bed and take a look. Such was her alarm as she approached her bedroom door hearing her friend desperately promising “anything” to whoever was down there with her Sophia didn't even address the fact that she was naked from the waist down, wearing only her pyjama top.
She peered over the bannister and down the stairs, she could not see anything but could certainly hear much more clearly now.
Silence. There was dead silence. As if nothing had been happening down there. Sophia stood dead still, barely breathing, trying to make out even the faintest sound. It had been so noisy down there, how could it have become so dead so suddenly? She took a tentative step down the stairs, peering into the darkness. A warm orange glow illuminated the wall opposite the bannister which she suddenly noticed she was clinging onto as though her life depended on it, had Hayley seriously lit candles down there while making all that commotion? And then just left them alone?
Half way down the stairs which were mercifully not the creaking sort, Sophia gingerly sat down on the step to peer through the rails. She saw three figures dressed in black, complete with masks, and she saw a naked Hayley tightly hogtied in the middle of them with something stuffed inside her mouth which had been taped shut.
This is when Sophia decided she should go back to bed. It just seemed the safest thing to do. Some could mistake that as being heartless but Hayley had always gotten herself into trouble over the years and had proven a master of getting back out of it, plus Sophia had seen enough of her friend's internet history to know that this kinda thing was “normal” in Hayley's world. She was fascinated in her friend's subculture, alternative lifestyle but it didn't really do anything for her sexually. Sophia peered through those rails, watching her friend trembling in bondage before three masked beings, at least one presumably female judging by the powerful aroma of a strange perfume in the air.
As Sophia began to stand and head back to bed planning to simply wake up in the morning and never talk about what she'd seen down here ever, with anybody, except maybe a shrink one day, all hell broke loose in the living room.
As if on cue to a powerful sound of vibration she heard her friend scream into whatever gagged her mouth, it was a deep, guttural scream. She'd heard nothing like it before and she froze in place as she watched her friend being pleasured, obscenely so by the sound of it.
A phone torch lit up her friends body, one of them must have been filming this, Sophia was granted the first real look at the apparent torment of Hayley. She glistened with sweat, her make up had streaked across her face, mascara ran from her eyes. Her violet painted toenails shone in the torchlight. She couldn't tell what exactly Hayley was bound with but it was thin and black and judging by the increasingly violent shuddering of its captive it was very strong indeed. It didn't surprise Soph that her friend knew people adept at bondage techniques.
What did surprise her however was the sound of that huge vibrator being switched off, the click prompting a despairing groan from her friend before immediate raucous laughter. To say it surprised Soph that these guys had switched from pleasuring Hayley to apparently tickling the hell out of her was the understatement of the year. But, it is all she felt. Surprise. Which slowly turned to shock as she witnessed her friends helpless feet take a savage tickling from what looked to be Soph's own hairbrush, a quick glance to the coffee table saw her opened handbag and confirmed this. A little part of Soph was quite pleased her friend was suffering for bringing strangers into the house, waking her up and even going through her things.
That shock slowly morphed to awe as the tickling onslaught ravaging her friends feet continued unabated for what must have been five full minutes. Soph sat there, watching and cringing, curling her toes instinctively as she watched her friends own being tortured. There was no other word for what she was watching, this had to be torture for Hayley. Surely.
The vibrations began again as the brush was put down and Hayley lurched in her bonds and squealed with such force Soph saw her friends spit fly through the air and heard her muffled whimpering take on a more urgent tone. Had this gone too far? Soph had never actually witnessed one of her friends “sessions” before and so just could not tell. Should she step in? How utterly embarrassing might that turn out to be? And how would she even go about doing that? “Uh, hey guys, looks like she's had enough there and I want to go to sleep.” The thought made Soph cringe almost as much as watching Hayley having the shit tickled out of her. Speaking of which, the vibrator was once more switched off and Soph in turn was once more treated to the spectacle of her friend entering a frenzy of ticklishness.
This time her feet were not the only target for these fiends, her bare legs and her sides were poked, prodded and squeezed in areas Soph could well relate to having had one or two tickle happy boyfriends in the past. She sat watching, transfixed by what she saw. Hayley was rolled onto her side facing the stairs now as her ribs and hips became the main focus for the tickling hands much to her apparent horror, her eyes wide and face turning red, her thighs slick with what Soph hoped with all her heart was only sweat – the carpet they'd had throughout the house had been very expensive.
The hands glided effortlessly across Hayley's naked torso, jiggling her tits as the ribs were massaged, the sides pinched and tweaked and fingers drilled into her skin above the hip bones and deep into her belly button. Six hands had their way with her naked flesh and all she could do was lay there and take it. Soph was beginning to admire her friends stamina, she noticed the clock across the room now saw 01:26. This all began before 1am and that's just what Soph had managed to see. This could have been going on for hours by now. A part of her was thrilled that she hadn't made it back to bed yet, this was an amazing insight into her friends lifestyle. Another part however was becoming increasingly tired. As irritated as she was with Hayley's behaviour at times, she still loved her so decided to stay up until this bizarre game was done with.
It was now past 2am and the trio had showed no signs of slowing down. Hayley was all but destroyed and seemed almost lifeless compared to an hour ago, at least during the vibration cycles. Were they making her cum? Or not letting her? Soph couldn't decide which would be worse. She knew for damn sure she didn't ever want to be tied up around one of these guys though, she was just as ticklish as her roomy and was sure as hell that she didn't have Hayley's stamina for this. They rolled her onto her side again and this time, Soph felt genuine pity looking at her friends near lifeless eyes rolling around her skull, she was beat. But they continued, she heard Hayley wheeze out what little air she had left in her lungs as the hands continued their annihilation of her friends upper body and thighs. At this point the torchlight focussed between Hayley's legs, and Sophia watched in horror as her friends lower belly was vigorously tickled and her pee began to spurt out all over the nice new carpet.
Before she knew exactly what she was doing, Soph was walking right towards this sadistic gang knelt around the quivering mass of flesh called Hayley. They hadn't actually noticed her, so single minded was their fixation on the helpless woman. She stormed over to them intent on calling them out on their perversion and maybe threatening to call the police citing sexual assault and kidnap charges not to mention charges of another kind regarding carpet care. She was suddenly standing directly above the one filming her friends pathetic display of having the pee literally tickled out of her.
This is when her mind went absolutely blank, she was just one person after all and these were several men and or women. She was outnumbered and she'd seen what they were capable of. But Hayley was surely a willing participant in all this, right? Surely they would understand that Soph didn't mind how long they “tortured” her friend for, so long as they put some towels down?
Sophia would never know the answer to those questions as the next thing she knew, she was on the floor. Pinned tightly by one of the trio as a second caught her wildly kicking feet and sat on her ankles and the third removed Hayley's gag demanding answers about who this other woman was.
The masked figure laying across her upper body was the one that smelled so strongly of perfume, she playfully poked at Soph's sides as Hayley answered their questions and Soph tried desperately to not let on that she might be even a bit ticklish. She stared stony faced into her assailants eyes and they stared right back at her, looking almost disappointed.
That soon turned to gleeful however when Sophia's voice awkwardly broke as she wailed in response to a horrible sensation on her bare toes. They were clearly inside somebody's mouth and it was utterly unbearable. The teeth nibbled the entire length of her toes and the tongue snaked its way between them one by one, Sophia shrieked and screamed like a banshee before the bitch laying atop her covered Soph's mouth with her hand. She screamed at them to stop, to let her go, to get out of her house. They responded to her muffled protests with ever more toe nibbling and lustful stares.
And so we rejoin Soph at around 3am, strapped naked to her bed save for that pyjama top, her ankles obscenely far apart and lashed to each side of her headboard, her wrists tied off somewhere to the side of the bed frame with her arms laying across the back of her upturned thighs. She had never felt so vulnerable, so violated. Everything was on show for these freaks and boy were they enjoying it. It turned out only one of these guys was, well, a guy. The other two were women and they were eager to show Soph what it truly means to be ticklish.
They had talked at Soph, at length, while her bondage was set up. Soph could not respond for the gag and had to listen, seething with anger and burning with humiliation as her legs were spread and tightened in place. “You enjoy watching what we did to your friend, huh?” one of the women had asked. Soph had no clue what she was supposed to say, this was alien to her. Had Hayley told them to do this? She had no damn right to if that's the case. This was sick.
“She signed up for that, you know? She actually said to us she wanted to 'push her limits' and on her list of kinks she noted two of our favourites. Tickling, and Forced Orgasm.”
Forced orgasm? That was a “kink”? It sounded amazing. The idea alone was causing Soph's tummy to tingle.
“Thing is, your friend owes some acquaintances of ours. Going AWOL right before an event like an auction, that costs the wrong people a lot of money. Now we're talking, say, in the tens of thousands there.”
Sophia's heart sank, as if it were possible to sink even further. What the hell had Hayley done this time? It was never this serious, what had she gotten herself into? Suddenly the carpets just didn't matter. If only they would remove her gag and let her talk to them she could smooth all of this over. Sophia was well raised and from wealthy stock, she could sort all of this out.
“Which doesn't mean much to the likes of you, right girly? We know who you are, we know who your family are, we know where you work, we just know you. And unless you do exactly what we want you to, you're gonna end up a hell of a lot worse than your friend back downstairs, you got that?”
Sophia nodded her head yes. Her eyes wider than ever, she nodded vigorously maintaining eye contact with this mysterious woman the whole time.
“You see, you interrupted us down there. We were taking part of our payment in lieu of actual money, understand? What you got in the middle of was little old Hayley repaying part of her debt. She'll carry on paying soon enough, don't you worry about that. But now we need to make sure you are on side with us and won't go doing nothing stupid like involving the police.”
Soph shook her head, god how she wished she wasn't gagged she would absolutely promise to whatever they said, she didn't want any part of this, this was insane. Why hadn't she just stayed in bed.
“Are you on our side here?” Sophia nodded once more, wide eyed and shivering in her bondage.
“Hmm, you believe her?” she asked in the direction of the man checking the straps at Soph's ankles. “What about you?” she asked the other guy who was busy looking through a large bag of some sort down on the floor. They both answered in the negative.
They slowly encircled their bound captive. “Wait! I promise I won't tell anybody about this, trust me I won't we can just go back to acting like nothing has ever happened, do what you like with Hayley god knows she deserv-” The entirely muffled, desperate pleading of Sophia was cut violently short as hands gripped various parts of her body, the electricity of those sensations taking her breath away and causing her mind to short circuit momentarily. She heaved in her bonds and gales of laughter poured forth, the desperate hilarity of which would have been deafening and surely woken the neighbours across the street if not for that damned gag.
Fingers worked their way over her soft skin, grabbing along her inner thigh, pinching right at the very tops of her spread legs right where they met her hips on the outskirts of her pussy. They drilled into these spots as others worked her ribcage over and more clawed at her tummy. Sophia's eyes clamped shut as the laughter was forced from her, removing her ability to breath completely.
It carried on, the fingers having their way with her ticklish body as she thrashed around what few inches she was able to and banged her head into her pillows over and over and over. Anything to try to distract her from the shockingly powerful sensations stripping her of her sanity.
The woman opened a bottle of oil and poured it copiously over Sophia's upper body, the men working their strong hands all over it as she squealed with renewed mirth. Oil was massaged into her thighs and her ass, the woman's claws ravaging the flesh there. She scurried her nails from behind the knees right down to between her ass cheeks and hit every bit of sensitive skin in between as the guys drove Soph wild with pure, unadulterated underarm and rib tickling.
“Stop.” she ordered. They complied and Soph heaved in her bondage as she fought for breath.
“Now sweety, before this night is over you will have done a few things for us. In fact you will have begged us to let you do them” she said with a grin. Sophia stared at her as she tried to settle her breathing.
“One, you will beg to suck on my feet. And two, you will beg to suck on the cocks of my two helpers here.”
Sophia couldn't believe it, there was just no way. No way in hell would she do either of those things, ever. This had gone way too far. She was once more boiling with an anger she had never even imagined before.
“Yeah I see that look in your eyes darling, but take a look around will you? Look at yourself. Look at your friend. We own both of you now, and we can do whatever we want to you.” As the woman said this, she was becoming increasingly lustful and threatening at the same time. Under other circumstances Sophia might have welcomed her affection.
“Last chance sweety. Beg to suck on all three of us and we will let you go.”
Sophia screamed into the gag once more in defiance of this disgusting trio of losers. She would never give in to their demands, no matter what they did. Someone would eventually realise she was missing and call for help.
“Have it your way then. Brush time.”
The following half an hour saw Sophia seriously reconsider giving the best head of her life to both of these guys and at least doing her best to satisfy the woman's feet, however that worked. They had used everything at their disposal to break her down. Her feet had been nibbled on, licked, suckled as had her toes, a hairbrush across each taut ball of her feet saw her wet herself for the first time as she wailed in despair feeling it happen totally out of her control. They had sawed the brushes back and forth the whole time as it helplessly trickled out of her, she felt the heat of it and she felt the bristles torturing her soles and she felt the helplessness and humiliation of being forced to drink water from a straw in between bouts of brutal tickling.
She was thankful for the water, and for the gag removal, her voice was hoarse from the screaming so begging coherently was a real challenge but not so thankful when she realised why she'd been allowed a drink. The same vibrator they'd used to torment her friends pussy was now firmly held in place and slowly rotation across her oiled tummy, right at the bottom of it.
They filmed down there as she peed, laughing herself insane all the while. They would make her watch past videos of Hayley's tortures, forcing her to watch her friends ticklish hell in various elaborate bondage scenarios and the vibrator was used on Sophia's exposed pussy. It was held firmly against her clit as the woman who seemed to be leading this little gang slipped two fingers inside her, every time Sophia got close and began to clench she removed both the fingers and the vibrator. Sophia wasn't sure why she was crying, the endless tickling? The desperate need to cum? Wanting to be alone?
She managed to wheeze out a feeble “Stop, please” now and then, but her voice had fallen so silent it could barely be heard over the vibrations and the audio from the videos. The only time she had any real volume to it was when the men began torturing her ribs and legs, her underarms and tummy, her hips and her ass. Her pussy was off limits, that belonged to the woman.
And boy did she love to torment it. It was so beautiful. Just begging to be tortured. Secretly she wished she could experience tickling torment like she frequently inflicted upon women up and down the country, but she knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. Not a chance in hell. Dishing it out however was incredibly sweet.
“Feel like worshipping my feet now hunny bun?” Sophia weakly nodded her head.
“Nah, don't believe you. Boys, brush time.”
The hairbrushes wreaked havoc upon Soph's soles, as she thrashed her head side to side she noticed the bulges in the guys' trousers. If they would just let her stop, let her stop laughing for a moment she would let them do whatever the hell they pleased. But they just carried on.
They held her toes tight and sawed the brushes across the ball, the arch and her heel, back and forth never stopping for one moment. Sophia's mind was gone. And if that hadn't done it, the electric toothbrush in her ass and the vibrators huge head pressed snug against her clit once more certainly did.
“Ramp it up boys.” she commanded as she flicked that vibe onto its max setting, circling the toothbrush around Soph's oiled orifice all the while. They did as she told. One held both brushes and continued the assault on her soles, the other worked her ribs and underarms once more, really massaging firmly working that oil into every little nook and cranny he could find.
Sophia saw stars. She was a mass of nerve endings, a total explosion of sensitivity. She felt an orgasm building rapidly despite the horrendous tickling. God how she wished it would stop. The feet in particular were killing her. But coupled with the upper body which stopped her breathing, it was just awful. She had no way of describing it. The orgasm built and built and built until it exploded all over the lady with the vibrator, it ripped through her entire being and she let out piercing, inhuman screams which rang around the house causing Hayley to flinch in the room below.
It carried on coursing through every fibre of her being and it terrified her, the tickling on her feet in particular seemed to magnify everything she was feeling tenfold, waves of pleasure would soar from her tummy to her feet and be thrown back again by the electricity of tickling, around and around her body it would go. They needed to stop. She had had enough, long ago she had enough but this was it now. She genuinely feared for her sanity, if not her life.
Summoning up all of her strength in the face of never ending tickling and what she now knew to be forced orgasms, she wailed out “Enough! Jesus, enough, please! I'll do it!”
The men stopped and the woman put down her vibrator, kneeling between her captive's legs and lapping away at her brutally sensitive pussy between words.
“Do what darling?” She asked as she licked away, loving the shiver and flinch each and every lick brought.
“I'll do it just please let me go, please.”
“Say it” said the woman now eating Sophia's tormented pussy. “Say it and we'll allow you.”
Utterly defeated and way beyond humiliation now, Sophia announced to the room “OK fine, please, let me suck your cocks” she said to the guys, “and your feet, miss. Please, ah, please stop licking me I have to rest, please!” Soph laid her head back down to her pillows and shut her eyes, almost praying for a sleep she would never wake from.
“Hmm,” said the woman, still happily eating Sophia, “She sound at all sincere to either of you boys?”
And those sleepy eyes shot open as the men replied in the negative, cutting her screams short as the gag was stuffed once more into her mouth.
Watching the drama unfold, the woman giggled into Soph's pussy as she carried on licking and nibbling it. Just another day at the office as they say, but damn did she love her job.
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