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The massage brush was infinitely worse than the fingernails.
The conscious thoughts were only intermittent flashes for Bella now… The sensations Jessica was forcing on her body were not sparing much of her mind for anything but the tickling.
The brush was worse than the fingernails, and the fingernails were agony!
Jessica, The Dragon queen they called her, was 29 years senior to Bella’s tender 21 years. She was a hard, raven haired, beauty. Thick and strong, her six-foot stature always added exponentially to her dominance of any situation.
Screaming without any abandon into her tight gag, the thought comparing the brush to the fingernails was now gone to Bella. There was only her naked left foot. There was no thought even of the brush… Only what it was doing to her body and mind as Jessica held her toes back with a left hand and scrubbed the bottom of Bella’s foot with the brush in her right. Her body heaved and strained with every ounce Bella could muster against the impossible bondage. …But there was no freedom of movement afforded her.
Jessica paused and shifted. Moving to the right. To now kneel, almost hugging Bella’s right leg.
Bella reveled in the sweet relief… Body heaving… Struggling for breath.
“Oh God! Oh God! Thank you! Thank you!”, her mind screamed. She felt the familiar warm hum beginning to grow and build in her impossibly wet sex. She tried to twist in her bonds again. “Oh God! Impossible!”
She was flat on her back with her wrists secured with thick, padlocked, leather cuffs above her head directly behind her. Her arms were tightly strapped to the table with leather just above her elbows. Her ankles were secured wide through the holes of a 5- foot wooden stockade that was suspended from the ceiling by a long heavy chain and pulled slightly back, leaving her bottom thrust outward and on the edge of the bench. There was a heavy steel bar across her hips, nestled at the bend where her hips met her thighs. Heavy thigh cuffs wrapped her at mid-thigh, secured also to the bench. Holding her open and denying her the luxury of twisting or squirming.
Bella had painted Jessica’s long fingernails before Jessica had placed the thick leather cuffs on Bella’s wrists and secured her to the bench. Jessica had smiled at Bella as she painted them, enjoying Bella’s anxiety. She had sat on a high stool in her black body stocking and stiletto pumps and watched Bella strip for her as her nails dried. Lithe, petite Bella knew that stripping while Jessica watched her was part of the mind fuck, but it never failed to make her flush with excitement, anticipation and delicious dread. She was always incredibly wet before she was naked.
Jessica leaned in close to Bella’s right foot and picked up a bottle of baby oil from somewhere low where Bella could not see. The sheer nylon of her body stocking brushing and rubbing Bella’s calf. She uncapped the bottle and slowly poured a generous stream of the warm, slippery, liquid starting at the ball of Bella’s foot, across her sole to her heel.
“Oh, No, No, No, NO!” Her thoughts racing, Bella felt the humming excitement spreading through her sex joined by a heavy dread building in her chest. Heart pounding with it. Then she felt her conscious
thoughts leaving again as Jessica rubbed the baby oil with her palm across her sole up her foot bottom to poke her slippery fingertips under Bella’s toes.
Trying desperately to maintain control, Bella bit on the gag and whimpered. She turned her head to Jessica pleading with her eyes. She desperately begged. Feeling her control slip, she scrunched her toes in a desperate attempt to stop those wicked fingernails from destroying her.
It didn’t work.
Every muscle in Bella’s body desperately struggled as Jessica’s wicked fingernails poked and prodded the sensitive flesh under and between Bella’s toes. Her legs kicked and strained so hard against the bonds, but barely moved. Heaving for breath, her lungs burned with her screaming. Her arms pulled hard against the horrible bondage.
Then Jessica’s right hand brought the massage brush mercilessly into action once again.
The start of the foot brushing immediately sent Bella into another place entirely. She felt her sex begin to tighten and tingle with hot pleasure at the same time the rest of her body and mind were in a desperate struggle to escape the horrible tickling. What conscious thoughts snuck through without being crowded out by the mental struggle for escape tormented her further. That she’d do anything… Pay any price… Suffer any indignity… If only that simple but horrible brushing would stop! That she hated this treatment more than anything else in the world yet loved it more than anything as well. That she had never physically fought so hard against something or for something as she was physically fighting now. That she had never been rendered so immobile and so helpless. That feelings that she was fighting so desperately to escape were about to make her cum very, very hard.
There was nothing left of Bella now. Her identity was her torture and the physical all that existed. Eyes screwed shut and screaming hard into the gag, she began to weep and thrash her head from side to side. She was now crying uncontrollably. There was nothing but the infernal hell of the brush gliding quickly up, down and all over her naked foot and the deliciously slow powerful rising of her climax. Her desperation to cum was now intertwined and inseparable from her struggle to escape the tickling. She felt the hard buildup of pleasure growing and slowly beginning to push against the unbearable sensations, heat and tingling already starting to shoot through her body. She knew the explosion would drown out the tickling entirely when it came, giving her a brief release from the torment as her body convulsed in a very different, but just as powerful, way.
And then Jessica stopped!
“OH, FUCK NO! FUCK NO! FUCK NO!!!”. Excruciating frustration screamed through Bella’s brain a thousand times louder than the squeals of protest muffled by the gag. “TOUCH ME! TICKLE ME! PLEASE DON’T STOP! NOT NOW! PLEASE!”
Her hips strained at the bar holding her in place, wanting to thrust upward for something… anything… to touch or rub her sex. Her oiled, naked feet flailed in the stockade. Holy fuck, how she would welcome that cruel, evil brush now! Her tears of helpless desperation and physical defeat had now become tears of frustration and profound disappointment. Her chest heaved, as she drew in long breaths of air. The gag making it hard. Trying to recovery… To recapture some sense of control and dignity.
Jessica stood tall and slowly left the room, returning after sliding into a heavy leather strap-on dildo harness. Carried in the harness in front of The Dragon Queen was a 10-inch long black dildo that appeared to be about an inch and a half wide. She stopped at the corner dresser to retrieve two small lengths of twine.
“Don’t worry my sexy little tickle slut. I’m far from finished with you!” She announced, smiling and slowly walking to Bella’s left foot.
She wrapped the twine around the base of Bella’s big toe, pulled her foot back and attached the other end of the twine to a metal ring screwed into the top of the stockade so that Bella’s foot was tied back and immobile, sole stretched and exposed. She moved to Bella’s right foot and repeated the process.
Bella’s orgasm that wasn’t had faded enough that the dread slammed her again when she realized that she couldn’t move her feet an inch and Jessica was holding the bottle of baby oil and positioning herself at the bottom of the bench between Bella’s legs.
Jessica, grinning, poured a generous stream of oil onto the dildo, stroked it a few times as if jerking off, then poured oil into her hands and rubbed them together. Her oily hands made slick, slippery sounds. She laughed and rubbed her palms on the soles of Bella’s naked, immobile feet… Oiling them slick.
Bella began to whimper into her gag again, anticipating what was coming. She was still teased to frustration, her nerve endings humming, but not still at the level that she would readily welcome more tickling. The knowledge that she was going to be fucked at the same time she was being tickled now quickly began to ramp up her arousal again… even before Jessica began to rub the hard cock up and down her wet sex.
Dread and desire filled her in equal parts. Both feelings building as Jessica was roughly rubbing only her clit with it now… sometimes pausing to gently slap her clit a few times before continuing to rub. The lack of control Bella felt was deliciously evil. Humiliating and hopelessly arousing at the same time, as each trip the beautiful cock made across her swollen clit made every muscle in her body involuntarily tense and twitch. Rhythmic now… The delicious, predictable friction now pushed Bella back into the place where conscious thoughts were hard for her. It wasn’t because of torment now. This was nothing but straight and pure pleasure with no strings, twists or torments attached. The hard tingling of her orgasm building hummed from her sex to her brain, contrails of pleasure shooting randomly to all parts of her. “Oh, God!” The rubbing… The slaps of the magnificent thing… Her orgasm now was huge and unstoppable. It was a freight train going a thousand miles an hour downhill. It was a monstrous thing that was not going to stop! Realizing the inevitability of it almost sent her into rapture before it happened. She wanted it so, so badly!
It was the next round of slapping that flipped her mind through the white-hot tipping point and the beginning again of the rough rubbing that drove her past. Into and through the uncontrollable contractions and convulsions.
“OH, GOD… IT’S SO LONG!... THIS CUM IS SOOO LONG!” Souring, it seemed to last forever!!
And then Jessica entered her. Pushing the hardness deep into Bella. Filling her at the same time she raised her hands to Bella’s naked, slippery soles. Jessica’s cock and her fingernails combining in an attempt at taking from Bella the last shred of her sanity that might remain, at least for the next few minutes. Minutes that felt to Bella like an eternity.
Muscles straining… Kicking and pulling against the bondage… Time stopped. There was only the overwhelming and frantic need to escape… To make the tickling stop, no matter the cost. Now it was combined with the long, hard fuck strokes. She might have realized her second building orgasm would soon release her. Could have taken some solace in the approaching second explosion of pleasure that was fast approaching. But that would have taken the ability to reason that her brain could not afford. The entirety of her mental energy was captive to the physical. There was no thought but to make it stop!
Bella came again. Hard. Screaming into the gag and crying, as Jessica pushed deep inside her.
The tickling stopped and Jessica moved to Bella’s face. She gently removed the gag, allowing Bella to breathe in long hard gasps as her tears began to subside.
There were no words between them. Just complete understanding.
Bella reveled in the overwhelming feelings of relief, release and gratitude. The paradox of it was surreal. She was grateful beyond expression for the pleasure and release that Jessica had given her.
Jessica bent and kissed Bella gently on the forehead.
“Silvana is right. You are a lot of fun!” She whispered.
The conscious thoughts were only intermittent flashes for Bella now… The sensations Jessica was forcing on her body were not sparing much of her mind for anything but the tickling.
The brush was worse than the fingernails, and the fingernails were agony!
Jessica, The Dragon queen they called her, was 29 years senior to Bella’s tender 21 years. She was a hard, raven haired, beauty. Thick and strong, her six-foot stature always added exponentially to her dominance of any situation.
Screaming without any abandon into her tight gag, the thought comparing the brush to the fingernails was now gone to Bella. There was only her naked left foot. There was no thought even of the brush… Only what it was doing to her body and mind as Jessica held her toes back with a left hand and scrubbed the bottom of Bella’s foot with the brush in her right. Her body heaved and strained with every ounce Bella could muster against the impossible bondage. …But there was no freedom of movement afforded her.
Jessica paused and shifted. Moving to the right. To now kneel, almost hugging Bella’s right leg.
Bella reveled in the sweet relief… Body heaving… Struggling for breath.
“Oh God! Oh God! Thank you! Thank you!”, her mind screamed. She felt the familiar warm hum beginning to grow and build in her impossibly wet sex. She tried to twist in her bonds again. “Oh God! Impossible!”
She was flat on her back with her wrists secured with thick, padlocked, leather cuffs above her head directly behind her. Her arms were tightly strapped to the table with leather just above her elbows. Her ankles were secured wide through the holes of a 5- foot wooden stockade that was suspended from the ceiling by a long heavy chain and pulled slightly back, leaving her bottom thrust outward and on the edge of the bench. There was a heavy steel bar across her hips, nestled at the bend where her hips met her thighs. Heavy thigh cuffs wrapped her at mid-thigh, secured also to the bench. Holding her open and denying her the luxury of twisting or squirming.
Bella had painted Jessica’s long fingernails before Jessica had placed the thick leather cuffs on Bella’s wrists and secured her to the bench. Jessica had smiled at Bella as she painted them, enjoying Bella’s anxiety. She had sat on a high stool in her black body stocking and stiletto pumps and watched Bella strip for her as her nails dried. Lithe, petite Bella knew that stripping while Jessica watched her was part of the mind fuck, but it never failed to make her flush with excitement, anticipation and delicious dread. She was always incredibly wet before she was naked.
Jessica leaned in close to Bella’s right foot and picked up a bottle of baby oil from somewhere low where Bella could not see. The sheer nylon of her body stocking brushing and rubbing Bella’s calf. She uncapped the bottle and slowly poured a generous stream of the warm, slippery, liquid starting at the ball of Bella’s foot, across her sole to her heel.
“Oh, No, No, No, NO!” Her thoughts racing, Bella felt the humming excitement spreading through her sex joined by a heavy dread building in her chest. Heart pounding with it. Then she felt her conscious
thoughts leaving again as Jessica rubbed the baby oil with her palm across her sole up her foot bottom to poke her slippery fingertips under Bella’s toes.
Trying desperately to maintain control, Bella bit on the gag and whimpered. She turned her head to Jessica pleading with her eyes. She desperately begged. Feeling her control slip, she scrunched her toes in a desperate attempt to stop those wicked fingernails from destroying her.
It didn’t work.
Every muscle in Bella’s body desperately struggled as Jessica’s wicked fingernails poked and prodded the sensitive flesh under and between Bella’s toes. Her legs kicked and strained so hard against the bonds, but barely moved. Heaving for breath, her lungs burned with her screaming. Her arms pulled hard against the horrible bondage.
Then Jessica’s right hand brought the massage brush mercilessly into action once again.
The start of the foot brushing immediately sent Bella into another place entirely. She felt her sex begin to tighten and tingle with hot pleasure at the same time the rest of her body and mind were in a desperate struggle to escape the horrible tickling. What conscious thoughts snuck through without being crowded out by the mental struggle for escape tormented her further. That she’d do anything… Pay any price… Suffer any indignity… If only that simple but horrible brushing would stop! That she hated this treatment more than anything else in the world yet loved it more than anything as well. That she had never physically fought so hard against something or for something as she was physically fighting now. That she had never been rendered so immobile and so helpless. That feelings that she was fighting so desperately to escape were about to make her cum very, very hard.
There was nothing left of Bella now. Her identity was her torture and the physical all that existed. Eyes screwed shut and screaming hard into the gag, she began to weep and thrash her head from side to side. She was now crying uncontrollably. There was nothing but the infernal hell of the brush gliding quickly up, down and all over her naked foot and the deliciously slow powerful rising of her climax. Her desperation to cum was now intertwined and inseparable from her struggle to escape the tickling. She felt the hard buildup of pleasure growing and slowly beginning to push against the unbearable sensations, heat and tingling already starting to shoot through her body. She knew the explosion would drown out the tickling entirely when it came, giving her a brief release from the torment as her body convulsed in a very different, but just as powerful, way.
And then Jessica stopped!
“OH, FUCK NO! FUCK NO! FUCK NO!!!”. Excruciating frustration screamed through Bella’s brain a thousand times louder than the squeals of protest muffled by the gag. “TOUCH ME! TICKLE ME! PLEASE DON’T STOP! NOT NOW! PLEASE!”
Her hips strained at the bar holding her in place, wanting to thrust upward for something… anything… to touch or rub her sex. Her oiled, naked feet flailed in the stockade. Holy fuck, how she would welcome that cruel, evil brush now! Her tears of helpless desperation and physical defeat had now become tears of frustration and profound disappointment. Her chest heaved, as she drew in long breaths of air. The gag making it hard. Trying to recovery… To recapture some sense of control and dignity.
Jessica stood tall and slowly left the room, returning after sliding into a heavy leather strap-on dildo harness. Carried in the harness in front of The Dragon Queen was a 10-inch long black dildo that appeared to be about an inch and a half wide. She stopped at the corner dresser to retrieve two small lengths of twine.
“Don’t worry my sexy little tickle slut. I’m far from finished with you!” She announced, smiling and slowly walking to Bella’s left foot.
She wrapped the twine around the base of Bella’s big toe, pulled her foot back and attached the other end of the twine to a metal ring screwed into the top of the stockade so that Bella’s foot was tied back and immobile, sole stretched and exposed. She moved to Bella’s right foot and repeated the process.
Bella’s orgasm that wasn’t had faded enough that the dread slammed her again when she realized that she couldn’t move her feet an inch and Jessica was holding the bottle of baby oil and positioning herself at the bottom of the bench between Bella’s legs.
Jessica, grinning, poured a generous stream of oil onto the dildo, stroked it a few times as if jerking off, then poured oil into her hands and rubbed them together. Her oily hands made slick, slippery sounds. She laughed and rubbed her palms on the soles of Bella’s naked, immobile feet… Oiling them slick.
Bella began to whimper into her gag again, anticipating what was coming. She was still teased to frustration, her nerve endings humming, but not still at the level that she would readily welcome more tickling. The knowledge that she was going to be fucked at the same time she was being tickled now quickly began to ramp up her arousal again… even before Jessica began to rub the hard cock up and down her wet sex.
Dread and desire filled her in equal parts. Both feelings building as Jessica was roughly rubbing only her clit with it now… sometimes pausing to gently slap her clit a few times before continuing to rub. The lack of control Bella felt was deliciously evil. Humiliating and hopelessly arousing at the same time, as each trip the beautiful cock made across her swollen clit made every muscle in her body involuntarily tense and twitch. Rhythmic now… The delicious, predictable friction now pushed Bella back into the place where conscious thoughts were hard for her. It wasn’t because of torment now. This was nothing but straight and pure pleasure with no strings, twists or torments attached. The hard tingling of her orgasm building hummed from her sex to her brain, contrails of pleasure shooting randomly to all parts of her. “Oh, God!” The rubbing… The slaps of the magnificent thing… Her orgasm now was huge and unstoppable. It was a freight train going a thousand miles an hour downhill. It was a monstrous thing that was not going to stop! Realizing the inevitability of it almost sent her into rapture before it happened. She wanted it so, so badly!
It was the next round of slapping that flipped her mind through the white-hot tipping point and the beginning again of the rough rubbing that drove her past. Into and through the uncontrollable contractions and convulsions.
“OH, GOD… IT’S SO LONG!... THIS CUM IS SOOO LONG!” Souring, it seemed to last forever!!
And then Jessica entered her. Pushing the hardness deep into Bella. Filling her at the same time she raised her hands to Bella’s naked, slippery soles. Jessica’s cock and her fingernails combining in an attempt at taking from Bella the last shred of her sanity that might remain, at least for the next few minutes. Minutes that felt to Bella like an eternity.
Muscles straining… Kicking and pulling against the bondage… Time stopped. There was only the overwhelming and frantic need to escape… To make the tickling stop, no matter the cost. Now it was combined with the long, hard fuck strokes. She might have realized her second building orgasm would soon release her. Could have taken some solace in the approaching second explosion of pleasure that was fast approaching. But that would have taken the ability to reason that her brain could not afford. The entirety of her mental energy was captive to the physical. There was no thought but to make it stop!
Bella came again. Hard. Screaming into the gag and crying, as Jessica pushed deep inside her.
The tickling stopped and Jessica moved to Bella’s face. She gently removed the gag, allowing Bella to breathe in long hard gasps as her tears began to subside.
There were no words between them. Just complete understanding.
Bella reveled in the overwhelming feelings of relief, release and gratitude. The paradox of it was surreal. She was grateful beyond expression for the pleasure and release that Jessica had given her.
Jessica bent and kissed Bella gently on the forehead.
“Silvana is right. You are a lot of fun!” She whispered.
