Chapters 1,2 and 3 can be found here
Chapters 4,5,6 and 7 can be found here
Chapters 8,9 and 10 can be found here
Chapters 11,12 and 13 can be found here
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Chapter 14
Megan’s revenge
Kelly heard the soft pad of footsteps approaching but after everything they’d done to her she could somehow no longer bring herself to care.
“You know…” Megan said conversationally as she reached the top of the bench. “I’m not entirely convinced you’ve learned your lesson.”
Kelly snorted, a tired, hollow sound in the echoing room. “If I haven’t learned it by now I’m not sure there’s anything else you can do about it.” The words were flat, a statement of fact rather than a challenge.
“Oh really? Well let’s see if I can convince you otherwise…”
Kelly jumped as something cool wrapped around her arm. Twisting she saw a wide leather strap laid over her wrist and maybe another six inches of her forearm. Just beyond her fingertips she saw Megan staring down with an odd expression on her face as she reached under the bench and pulled up another strap. Kelly realised both straps were secured to the underside of the table as Megan layered the new one over the old. It was only as a third strap was added, taking the bondage all the way to her elbow that Kelly started to feel nervous again.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
Megan smiled as she pulled up yet another strap and pulled it tight. “Proving you wrong.”
Kelly tried to tug her arm away but it was already held immobile against the bench. “Wait, you don’t need to do this!”
“Oh I know.” Megan said with a saccharine sweet smile as she added yet more straps to cover Kelly’s arm all the way to the shoulder. She lent in to whisper in Kelly’s ear. “I’m doing it because I want to.” Even her breath tickled and Kelly shivered from a mix of fear and desire. Before she could find words for a reply Megan had crossed to her other side and started to strap down her other arm.
“I was going to stop, really I was. But you… you’re just too tempting a plaything Kelly.” Megan said as she worked her way methodically down towards Kelly’s shoulder. “It’s rare enough I get to spend so much, uh, quality time with someone but almost impossible to find someone who deserves it!”
“Quality time!” Kelly snapped back, angry now even as she felt her freedom once again stripped away a piece at a time. “Call it what it is bitch, torture!”
Megan pulled the last strap tight a little harder than was strictly necessary and Kelly winced from the sharp flash of pain. “Okay.” Megan shrugged as she made her way down to Kelly’s ankles. “Torture. It’s rare I get to torture someone who deserves it. Though I’m not sure how you can call it that, after all you’ve clearly been enjoying yourself.”
“You forced me to cum, that’s not the same thing!” Kelly yelled defensively as the next set of straps started winding their way up over her left leg.
“Oh really?” Megan laughed, letting her fingers trail up Kelly’s smooth thigh for a moment. “Everything we did to you was forced was it? And you didn’t enjoy any of it or want any more or ask, no, beg us to make you cum? Not even once?” As she asked the last question she pulled a strap tight across the very top of Kelly’s thigh and the back of her fingers brushed against Kelly’s clit. Immediately an unwelcome moan escaped Kelly’s lips and she glared up into Megan’s amused eyes.
“I… no, you forced me, what choice did I have?”
“Not to.” Megan said simply setting to work on Kelly’s remaining unbound leg. “You could have resisted, could have fought back if you truly didn’t enjoy it. Instead you moaned like a whore as we made you dance to our tune and used every hole for our pleasure.” She yanked a strap tight just above Kelly’s knee and gave a cruel laugh at the whimper of pain she got in return. “And for yours, of course.”
Kelly wasn’t sure what to say. It wasn’t true of course, it couldn’t be! They’d driven her nearly insane, made her scream for so long she’d thought she’d never be able to stop and forced her body to respond to their desires. But… but a tiny voice in the back of her mind couldn’t help but admit there’d been times she hadn’t been sure, not really sure, that she wanted them to stop.
Kelly was jolted out of her thoughts when she felt another strap land across her shoulders just below the curve of her neck. “Hey, what’s this!” She demanded, somewhat foolishly under the circumstances.
“It’s a strap.” Kelly said. “It’s intended to keep you bound to the bench,”
“Yes, I know that but why do you need it? I can’t go anywhere anyway!”
“Because it’s fun. Because I want to see the look on your face when you’re mummified and can barely breath much less move.” Megan replied, voice dripping with sadistic desire. She pulled another strap and carefully positioned it across the top of Kelly’s breasts, leaving an uncovered gap framing her armpits.
“I’m going to drink in every moment as you realise you can’t even flinch away from me, much less escape.” Megan continued as another strap was fed across Kelly’s stomach, this time just underneath her breasts leaving them trapped between the two leather bonds. “I’m going to make sure you know exactly how bad things can be if you ever go back on your word to us.”
“I won’t! I promise I won’t! Kelly blurted out, nerves now becoming full blown panic. More leather was laid over her stomach and cinched tight enough that she could feel every breath straining against the bondage. “Please, please you don’t have to do this, I’ll keep my promise, I swear!”
“Oh I know you will…” Megan said, pulling a final strap tight over Kelly’s hips. “After this you’ll ask us before you so much as touch a keyboard.”
Kelly craned her neck to look down her body and her heart sank. The only parts of her visible between the straps was her heaving breasts and, judging by the cool touch of air against flesh, her pussy and ass. The rest was either covered by leather or pressed tightly into the bench. A hand suddenly rested on her forehead and pushed her gently back to the bench. Out of the corner of her eye she saw another strap being pulled over and realised Megan wasn’t done yet.
“NO! No please, please don’t do that! Leave me something please!” She begged but to no avail as the strap was placed carefully, almost lovingly over her forehead and tightened down. A thinner strap was added across her chin just below her mouth, enough to keep her head still but with just enough give to let her talk.
“Almost done!” Megan said cheerfully before working a two pieces of rubber-covered foam into the gap between the side of Kelly’s head and the straps. Kelly’s eyes were wide with horror as she found herself unable to move her head at all, held perfectly still by the bracing. “Just got to cover your mouth up, oh and separate those gorgeous tits of yours of course.”
“NO!” Kelly screamed, fear churning in her gut. “Please don’t cover my mouth, please! I can’t breath, I won’t be… it’s too much!”
“Hmm…” Megan said, considering. “Well I’ve got another strap to add one way or the other so… tell you what, you can choose. Either I cover your mouth or your pussy, up to you which one.”
“My pussy!” Kelly replied instantly and Megan laughed.
“Oh far too quick little pet, you didn’t let me finish. I cover your pussy after I’ve put this inside.” From somewhere she held up a wide, thick vibrator for Kelly’s approval. She swallowed nervously as she couldn’t help but notice it was two phalluses in one and she had no doubt where the second was to go. Still…
“My pussy.” She said, defeated.
“Ask nicely.”
“Please cover my pussy.”
“Is that it?”
Kelly felt tears spring to her eyes. “Please put that inside me and cover my pussy.”
“Oh you can be dirtier than that.”
“Please… please stuff my pussy and ass with your toy.”
“Why certainly pet and, oh look, you’re already wet, isn’t that convenient?”
Without warning Megan slid one of the two rubber cocks into Kelly’s sopping wet **** ad quickly worked it back and forth. Kelly couldn’t fight back the groan of desire and Megan chuckled evilly as she worked.
“Oh, yeah. it was all us forcing you to feel pleasure wasn’t it sweetie? You don’t enjoy this humiliating attention at all!” She pulled the cock from Kelly’s body and carefully repositioned it so that it nudged at Kelly’s asshole. “You know it’s not nice to lie Kelly…”
Kelly’s eyes almost shot out of her head and she grunted with pain as Megan forced the toy none too gently inside of her. She felt suddenly full, fuller than she’d been in her life and her ass burned from the intrusion. The grunt became a scream as Megan roughly forced it home, the connecting plastic nestled against the curve of her ass. As she was reeling from the assault Megan slid the second dildo into Kelly’s well lubricated pussy and flicked them both on. The vibrations immediately had her eyes rolling back in her head, fingers clenching into fists and moans of pleasure instantly spilling from her lips. Kelly didn’t even notice the straps being brought up between her thighs to hold the thing in place, or the ones criss-crossing her body to separate and trap her breasts. She didn’t notice a thing, in fact, until the vibrator suddenly switched off.
“No! Why did you…” Kelly protested.
“Switch it off? I didn’t. It does that itself.” Megan said smugly. “It’s a devious little thing, keeps someone on edge without ever allowing them to cum. Well, not until someone presses the button on the side anyway. Unfortunately that’s just been covered up with thick leather so that’s not happening any time soon. Hope you enjoy your choice!”
Kelly moaned as the buzzing kicked in again and her eyes fluttered closed. She hated to admit it and would never have expected it but being violated like this, helpless to do anything to prevent it without even the comfort of a hand on her skin… well, it was a huge turn on. The pain in her ass seemed right somehow, a counterpoint she’d never realised was missing in her usual symphony of pleasure. It was lifting her up and she floated happily along, abandoning herself to pure sensation.
The slap of water against her breasts jerked her back to reality and she blinked away her momentary confusion. She’d forgotten her head was secured in place and she strained to look down her body to see what was happening but the straps didn’t budge an inch no matter how hard she tried. She tried to peer down her noise but Megan knew how to restrain her victims and the slight backward tilt of Kelly’s head prevented even that small bit of cheating.
“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just keeping myself entertained.” Megan said cheerfully, suddenly looming over Kelly with a glint in her eye that spoke of ill intentions. “I’ve been wanting to try these out all day!”
Megan brought her hands up and Kelly gasped in horror. She was wearing what looked like black furry mittens except instead of warm wool they were covered in hundreds, maybe even thousands, of tiny nubs. Megan brought one down to give Kelly a closer look and she realised with a sinking feeling that even that description wasn’t accurate. All of the nubs looked slightly different. Some where, indeed, hard little plastic or fabric-covered bumps but most had a more, well, bristly look to them.
“Aren’t they great?” Megan asked almost dreamily. “A little side project I’ve been working on with a couple of our engineering team. The ultimate cleaning tool, that’s what we’re going to market it as! Or, at least, we will once legal decides no-one’s going to slip and die in the shower from self-tickling.”
Kelly’s eyes were wide as planets, hypnotised by the gloves as Megan waved them back and forth in front of her face. “Might take a while I guess.” Megan said conversationally. “I mean, they do have a point, they tickle like a son of a bitch! Here, let me show you.”
“No! No it’s okay, I believe yooohhhhOOHHHhOHOOheeeEEEEEEE” Kelly’s protests dissolved into hysterics as the gloves touched down on her soaking wet breasts and started to scrub away at her exposed flesh. For a moment she thought she heard the straps that held her creak as her entire body convulsed at the shockwave of sensations that poured through her. It was as if a thousand evil brushes had suddenly descended on her already-sensitive breasts at once. Even with just water rather than the lather of body wash she’d become used to it was devastating.
“Oh god! Aaaaaaahhhahahahahahaaanono..pleasegodit’s… stop!Staaahhhooooooh….” Kelly wanted more than anything in the world to be able to move, to thrash about, to jump up and run from the room. But she was trapped more thoroughly than she’d have believed possible and the gloves played her like a finely tuned instrument. It was so, so much worse than any brush or sponge had been or, indeed, could be. The gloves were thin, practically moulded to Megan’s hands by the water and she could guide them as easily and delicately as she would her bare fingers. This wasn’t simply a brutal attack but a devilishly subtle one as well.
In amongst the ticklish agony of tiny brushes scrubbing away at the sides of her heaving breasts there’d be a sudden gently caress, a plastic point resting gently on her nipple or a feathery soft touch running from one mound to the other so lightly Kelly wasn’t sure she hadn’t imagined it. As her panicked laughter scaled new heights and threatened to overwhelm her Megan would pause to cup her breasts and the bristles would suddenly seem the gentlest things in the world as they stimulated her just with their presence.
Then she’d catch a breath, or the vibrator would start again or Megan would just get bored and the world became her own private ticklish hell once more. Each time Megan would move a little quicker, her fingers somehow always finding new spots to torment and tantalise no matter how often she’d travelled over the same ground before.
The bristles were everywhere, Kelly’s soaking wet skin doing a good enough job at keeping the gloves lubricated to avoid pain no matter how quickly Megan moved. Yet somehow at least a couple of fingers were always circling and teasing Kelly’s straining nipples, feather light touches that set her teeth chattering. Swirling around, coming closer, dancing together on top then pinching together and pulling hard, letting the pain build before releasing and teasing all over again.
The vibrators buzzed away, pain from her ass meeting the pleasure from her pussy in a mix that took her to heights she’d never even imagined. But there, too, the frustration built as they’d bring her to the peak of ecstasy before dropping her back down each and every time. Kelly gasped as Megan pressed her knee into Kelly’s leather-covered crotch and eased the toy another fraction of an inch deeper inside her.
“Fuck!” Kelly cried out and once the words had started they wouldn’t stop. “Oh my god! Megan… Megan, please let me cum, please, I need to…”
“You need to?”
“Yes!”
“Really NEED to?” Megan ground her knee against Kelly and the vibrator jiggled a little, found a new angle and sparked all new sensations.
“Oh FUCK YES!” Kelly was beyond the point of caring now.
“Yes… what?”
“I need to cum, I need to… “ she hesitated for a moment and Megan flicked her fingertips across Kelly’s hard nipples.
“AHhhhh! God I need… I need to be fucked! Please!”
“Uh…. no.” The pressure eased and those maddening hands started to tickle away at her captive tits again.
“What?!?”
“No. No you’re not getting fucked. Simple really.”
“Please! I… please Megan, please fuck me!”
The gorgeous woman above Kelly seemed to pause and consider the plea for a moment then: “No.”
“Oh GOD!” The vibrator had kicked in again and something about the angle Megan had it tilted at found a spot inside Kelly’s ass that caused sparks to flash in front of her eyes. “No, no please Megan, please I need to, I’ve got to cum, I need to, you’ve got to make me, please, it’s too much, I NEED to cum, please please please…”
Megan let her keep babbling her desperate mantra for at least a minute before letting her hands lie still, one bristle-covered finger resting on each soapy nipple. Her knee still pushed the vibrator inwards knowing full well it wasn’t enough on its own to give her toy the release she craved.
“I said I wouldn’t fuck you.” Megan replied coldly. “And I meant it. But if you’re so weak you need release I’m willing to make you cum,”
“Yes! yes please, please make me cum, please!”
“And why do I need to do that?”
“Because… “ Kelly hesitated and Megan shifted, resting her knee on the plastic controls and pushing down, forcing the toy to stretch Kelly’s holes as the leather held her in place. “AHHHHHH!” The scream was a perfect mix of pain and pleasure that tailed off the instant Megan moved her weight off the vibrator.
“Because I’m weak! I’m weak and need to cum. Please make me cum, please!”
“If I do I’m the one who decides how you cum, understand?”
“Yes!”
“And we’ll keep going until you do.”
“Please!”
“But only the once.”
“YES! God please Megan, please….”
Kelly gasped as a fresh torrent of body wash burst onto her tits and all of a sudden the pressure at her crotch vanished. The vibrator settled back to a more comfortable, but slightly less satisfying, position as Megan let her bristle-covered hands hover over Kelly’s tits.
“Then I’m going to tickle tickle tickle until you get what you asked for…”
“NO!” Kelly had intended a much longer protest but the one scream of denial was all she managed to get out before Megan’s hands dropped down to scrub up a fresh batch of lather over Kelly’s aching, abused and needy breasts. The bubbles burst into life and a rich, fruit-laden scent washed over them both. Not that Kelly really noticed, her entire world had focused on the gloves that were quickly driving her insane.
If she’d thought they’d been bad before the body wash made them ten times worse. Where before they’d slipped and caught now they glided, pushing the bubbles against her and making her feel every last individual soapy sud burst with a ticklish pop. Kelly’s mouth dropped open and her begging laughter became a wall of noise, all sense or reason driven from her. The gloves danced and spun and grabbed and pulled and tickled, tickled, tickled…
“Oh do that again!” Megan cried as her hands circled Kelly’s nipples just as the vibrator buzzed back into life, pulling a cry of miserable desire from her victim. Her fingers retraced their steps and, sure enough, she managed a repeat performance.
“I think we have our spot!” Megan crowed triumphantly. “Of course I may be wrong so let’s keep some variety going here.” While her left hand started tracing lazy figure eights over Kelly’s breasts to repeat the teasing, tantalising touch her right started to fly over seemingly random spots. Circling around the very edge of Kelly’s exposed flesh, dragging down the leather strap separating her breasts with just the outer edges of the gloves touching her skin, pitter-pattering on the underside… Megan never seemed to trie or repeat herself.
Kelly felt like her throat was going to explode. No matter how hard she tried all she could do was grunt in desire, loud, deep howls of need and frustrated desire as Megan continuously teased her breasts. At that moment the light, circling touch was the single most erotic thing Kelly had ever experienced and she ached for more. Yet, somehow, it was very, very slowly pushing her towards the edge. Every time the vibrator shut off she dropped back but never quite as far as she’d been the last time round.
Tears flowed freely as her body ached to writhe in desire, even that simple pleasure denied her and the release she burned for inching closer with maddening slowness. She wanted more, she wanted the others to come back and tickle her just for the extra stimulation, she wanted the vibrator to be faster, to be bigger, to stretch her until she hurt. More, just more, more pain, more pleasure, more torture just… MORE!
“More…” Kelly croaked the word from a parched throat before resuming her loud, animalistic grunting. Megan chuckled and placed her right hand over Megan’s nipples, her palm and the tip of her forefinger resting on the rock hard nubs of flesh.
“Well since you asked so nicely!” Megan said, sarcasm dripping from every word. And then she moved. Her hand flew in small, fast circles with hard little pads resting on Kelly’s incredibly sensitive and exposed nipples. Megan’s other hand dug in and tickled the tiny sliver of exposed skin at her side between breast and strap. The vibrators hit their stride and the tidal wave of sensation burst in one glorious explosion.
Kelly came harder than she’d ever done in her life. The scream of orgasmic bliss echoed off the walls as her muscles strained against their bonds. Her pussy convulsed around the intruder and squirted her juices all over the straps and, as a result, her own flesh. Lights exploded in front of her eyes and she hung on the verge of blackness as all her conscious energies absorbed by the explosion of pleasure racing through her. It took over a minute before she regained enough control to stop screaming and try to ease her tired muscles.
Kelly was still panting for air as Megan undid the straps covering her crotch and easily slid the vibrators out of her protesting body. Though whether the protest was at being violated so thoroughly or at having that violation removed Kelly wasn’t entirely sure. Before she could recover her senses Megan had already put the straps back into place and, worse, was starting to add yet more leather to her bondage, this time wrapping over her soap-covered tits. Kelly hissed as they were pulled tight, the leather rubbing across her sensitive nipples and sending sparks of pain and pleasure through her overstimulated body.
Finally Megan stepped back to admire her work. “Oh very nice, very nice indeed!” She said, circling her captive and taking in the sight. “Perfect, in fact. You really do wear bondage very well indeed you know, you’d make a fortune as a model.”
“I’ll keep that in mind if I need a career change!” Kelly snapped, suddenly furious. While she’d certainly never admit it willingly, the bondage and even the ticklish torment she’d been subjected to for what felt like years wasn’t entirely unpleasant. But to be taunted like this by someone who’d made it clear she saw Kelly as nothing more than a victim to torment was too much.
To make things worse Megan just laughed. “Well if you keep your word we won’t force you into that change.” she said, patting Kelly leather-covered thigh. “Though we might be doing you a favour if we did, all that fame and attention coming your way, just want you want isn’t it?”
“No.” Kelly snarled back, her anger feeding her, energising her. “I’ll do what I promised and if you don’t I’ll…”
“What?” Megan teased, letting her fingers run over the thick leather. “What are you going to do exactly little girl?”
“I’ll… I’ll make you go into the same ‘career’” Kelly spluttered, barely able to form the words.
“Really?” Megan asked in a casual tone. “Hmm… no, no you’re not the sort. You haven’t got the strength or resolve for that.”
“Try me!” Kelly growled, her temper not helped by the condescending laugh the threat received.
“Okay tiger, you’re on” Megan said. “I’m going to tickle those poor, helpless, exposed armpits for fifteen minutes. Just fifteen little minutes of some lovely foam-filled attention, you know, the sort that really makes you moan.” Kelly ground her teeth but stayed quiet.
“I’m going to get you sparkling clean, better than you were when you came in! And if, at any point, you feel like you need a little break all you’ve got to do is ask me for one… little… favour.”
Megan knelt down so she was close enough to whisper. “Please scrub my filthy pits. That’s all you’ve got to ask for and I’ll let you catch your breath. Of course I’d need to make sure I did what you asked and that’d take at least another… oh forty five minutes I’d think.” Kelly gasped and heard the chuckle practically purred into her ear.
“And of course you’re hardly in a position to know how that needs to be done so I’d just have to ignore any helpful suggestions you’d have to make sure you’re truly, properly clean when we’re done.”
Kelly swallowed, realising she simply had to try and hang on for that fifteen minutes, sure it’d be pure hell. “Do your worst you bitch.” She said flatly, trying desperately to act like she this was all some minor inconvenience rather than sheer torture.
“If you insist…” Megan replied, getting up and making a point to flex the bristle-covered gloves in full view of Kelly.
Chapters 4,5,6 and 7 can be found here
Chapters 8,9 and 10 can be found here
Chapters 11,12 and 13 can be found here
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Chapter 14
Megan’s revenge
Kelly heard the soft pad of footsteps approaching but after everything they’d done to her she could somehow no longer bring herself to care.
“You know…” Megan said conversationally as she reached the top of the bench. “I’m not entirely convinced you’ve learned your lesson.”
Kelly snorted, a tired, hollow sound in the echoing room. “If I haven’t learned it by now I’m not sure there’s anything else you can do about it.” The words were flat, a statement of fact rather than a challenge.
“Oh really? Well let’s see if I can convince you otherwise…”
Kelly jumped as something cool wrapped around her arm. Twisting she saw a wide leather strap laid over her wrist and maybe another six inches of her forearm. Just beyond her fingertips she saw Megan staring down with an odd expression on her face as she reached under the bench and pulled up another strap. Kelly realised both straps were secured to the underside of the table as Megan layered the new one over the old. It was only as a third strap was added, taking the bondage all the way to her elbow that Kelly started to feel nervous again.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
Megan smiled as she pulled up yet another strap and pulled it tight. “Proving you wrong.”
Kelly tried to tug her arm away but it was already held immobile against the bench. “Wait, you don’t need to do this!”
“Oh I know.” Megan said with a saccharine sweet smile as she added yet more straps to cover Kelly’s arm all the way to the shoulder. She lent in to whisper in Kelly’s ear. “I’m doing it because I want to.” Even her breath tickled and Kelly shivered from a mix of fear and desire. Before she could find words for a reply Megan had crossed to her other side and started to strap down her other arm.
“I was going to stop, really I was. But you… you’re just too tempting a plaything Kelly.” Megan said as she worked her way methodically down towards Kelly’s shoulder. “It’s rare enough I get to spend so much, uh, quality time with someone but almost impossible to find someone who deserves it!”
“Quality time!” Kelly snapped back, angry now even as she felt her freedom once again stripped away a piece at a time. “Call it what it is bitch, torture!”
Megan pulled the last strap tight a little harder than was strictly necessary and Kelly winced from the sharp flash of pain. “Okay.” Megan shrugged as she made her way down to Kelly’s ankles. “Torture. It’s rare I get to torture someone who deserves it. Though I’m not sure how you can call it that, after all you’ve clearly been enjoying yourself.”
“You forced me to cum, that’s not the same thing!” Kelly yelled defensively as the next set of straps started winding their way up over her left leg.
“Oh really?” Megan laughed, letting her fingers trail up Kelly’s smooth thigh for a moment. “Everything we did to you was forced was it? And you didn’t enjoy any of it or want any more or ask, no, beg us to make you cum? Not even once?” As she asked the last question she pulled a strap tight across the very top of Kelly’s thigh and the back of her fingers brushed against Kelly’s clit. Immediately an unwelcome moan escaped Kelly’s lips and she glared up into Megan’s amused eyes.
“I… no, you forced me, what choice did I have?”
“Not to.” Megan said simply setting to work on Kelly’s remaining unbound leg. “You could have resisted, could have fought back if you truly didn’t enjoy it. Instead you moaned like a whore as we made you dance to our tune and used every hole for our pleasure.” She yanked a strap tight just above Kelly’s knee and gave a cruel laugh at the whimper of pain she got in return. “And for yours, of course.”
Kelly wasn’t sure what to say. It wasn’t true of course, it couldn’t be! They’d driven her nearly insane, made her scream for so long she’d thought she’d never be able to stop and forced her body to respond to their desires. But… but a tiny voice in the back of her mind couldn’t help but admit there’d been times she hadn’t been sure, not really sure, that she wanted them to stop.
Kelly was jolted out of her thoughts when she felt another strap land across her shoulders just below the curve of her neck. “Hey, what’s this!” She demanded, somewhat foolishly under the circumstances.
“It’s a strap.” Kelly said. “It’s intended to keep you bound to the bench,”
“Yes, I know that but why do you need it? I can’t go anywhere anyway!”
“Because it’s fun. Because I want to see the look on your face when you’re mummified and can barely breath much less move.” Megan replied, voice dripping with sadistic desire. She pulled another strap and carefully positioned it across the top of Kelly’s breasts, leaving an uncovered gap framing her armpits.
“I’m going to drink in every moment as you realise you can’t even flinch away from me, much less escape.” Megan continued as another strap was fed across Kelly’s stomach, this time just underneath her breasts leaving them trapped between the two leather bonds. “I’m going to make sure you know exactly how bad things can be if you ever go back on your word to us.”
“I won’t! I promise I won’t! Kelly blurted out, nerves now becoming full blown panic. More leather was laid over her stomach and cinched tight enough that she could feel every breath straining against the bondage. “Please, please you don’t have to do this, I’ll keep my promise, I swear!”
“Oh I know you will…” Megan said, pulling a final strap tight over Kelly’s hips. “After this you’ll ask us before you so much as touch a keyboard.”
Kelly craned her neck to look down her body and her heart sank. The only parts of her visible between the straps was her heaving breasts and, judging by the cool touch of air against flesh, her pussy and ass. The rest was either covered by leather or pressed tightly into the bench. A hand suddenly rested on her forehead and pushed her gently back to the bench. Out of the corner of her eye she saw another strap being pulled over and realised Megan wasn’t done yet.
“NO! No please, please don’t do that! Leave me something please!” She begged but to no avail as the strap was placed carefully, almost lovingly over her forehead and tightened down. A thinner strap was added across her chin just below her mouth, enough to keep her head still but with just enough give to let her talk.
“Almost done!” Megan said cheerfully before working a two pieces of rubber-covered foam into the gap between the side of Kelly’s head and the straps. Kelly’s eyes were wide with horror as she found herself unable to move her head at all, held perfectly still by the bracing. “Just got to cover your mouth up, oh and separate those gorgeous tits of yours of course.”
“NO!” Kelly screamed, fear churning in her gut. “Please don’t cover my mouth, please! I can’t breath, I won’t be… it’s too much!”
“Hmm…” Megan said, considering. “Well I’ve got another strap to add one way or the other so… tell you what, you can choose. Either I cover your mouth or your pussy, up to you which one.”
“My pussy!” Kelly replied instantly and Megan laughed.
“Oh far too quick little pet, you didn’t let me finish. I cover your pussy after I’ve put this inside.” From somewhere she held up a wide, thick vibrator for Kelly’s approval. She swallowed nervously as she couldn’t help but notice it was two phalluses in one and she had no doubt where the second was to go. Still…
“My pussy.” She said, defeated.
“Ask nicely.”
“Please cover my pussy.”
“Is that it?”
Kelly felt tears spring to her eyes. “Please put that inside me and cover my pussy.”
“Oh you can be dirtier than that.”
“Please… please stuff my pussy and ass with your toy.”
“Why certainly pet and, oh look, you’re already wet, isn’t that convenient?”
Without warning Megan slid one of the two rubber cocks into Kelly’s sopping wet **** ad quickly worked it back and forth. Kelly couldn’t fight back the groan of desire and Megan chuckled evilly as she worked.
“Oh, yeah. it was all us forcing you to feel pleasure wasn’t it sweetie? You don’t enjoy this humiliating attention at all!” She pulled the cock from Kelly’s body and carefully repositioned it so that it nudged at Kelly’s asshole. “You know it’s not nice to lie Kelly…”
Kelly’s eyes almost shot out of her head and she grunted with pain as Megan forced the toy none too gently inside of her. She felt suddenly full, fuller than she’d been in her life and her ass burned from the intrusion. The grunt became a scream as Megan roughly forced it home, the connecting plastic nestled against the curve of her ass. As she was reeling from the assault Megan slid the second dildo into Kelly’s well lubricated pussy and flicked them both on. The vibrations immediately had her eyes rolling back in her head, fingers clenching into fists and moans of pleasure instantly spilling from her lips. Kelly didn’t even notice the straps being brought up between her thighs to hold the thing in place, or the ones criss-crossing her body to separate and trap her breasts. She didn’t notice a thing, in fact, until the vibrator suddenly switched off.
“No! Why did you…” Kelly protested.
“Switch it off? I didn’t. It does that itself.” Megan said smugly. “It’s a devious little thing, keeps someone on edge without ever allowing them to cum. Well, not until someone presses the button on the side anyway. Unfortunately that’s just been covered up with thick leather so that’s not happening any time soon. Hope you enjoy your choice!”
Kelly moaned as the buzzing kicked in again and her eyes fluttered closed. She hated to admit it and would never have expected it but being violated like this, helpless to do anything to prevent it without even the comfort of a hand on her skin… well, it was a huge turn on. The pain in her ass seemed right somehow, a counterpoint she’d never realised was missing in her usual symphony of pleasure. It was lifting her up and she floated happily along, abandoning herself to pure sensation.
The slap of water against her breasts jerked her back to reality and she blinked away her momentary confusion. She’d forgotten her head was secured in place and she strained to look down her body to see what was happening but the straps didn’t budge an inch no matter how hard she tried. She tried to peer down her noise but Megan knew how to restrain her victims and the slight backward tilt of Kelly’s head prevented even that small bit of cheating.
“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just keeping myself entertained.” Megan said cheerfully, suddenly looming over Kelly with a glint in her eye that spoke of ill intentions. “I’ve been wanting to try these out all day!”
Megan brought her hands up and Kelly gasped in horror. She was wearing what looked like black furry mittens except instead of warm wool they were covered in hundreds, maybe even thousands, of tiny nubs. Megan brought one down to give Kelly a closer look and she realised with a sinking feeling that even that description wasn’t accurate. All of the nubs looked slightly different. Some where, indeed, hard little plastic or fabric-covered bumps but most had a more, well, bristly look to them.
“Aren’t they great?” Megan asked almost dreamily. “A little side project I’ve been working on with a couple of our engineering team. The ultimate cleaning tool, that’s what we’re going to market it as! Or, at least, we will once legal decides no-one’s going to slip and die in the shower from self-tickling.”
Kelly’s eyes were wide as planets, hypnotised by the gloves as Megan waved them back and forth in front of her face. “Might take a while I guess.” Megan said conversationally. “I mean, they do have a point, they tickle like a son of a bitch! Here, let me show you.”
“No! No it’s okay, I believe yooohhhhOOHHHhOHOOheeeEEEEEEE” Kelly’s protests dissolved into hysterics as the gloves touched down on her soaking wet breasts and started to scrub away at her exposed flesh. For a moment she thought she heard the straps that held her creak as her entire body convulsed at the shockwave of sensations that poured through her. It was as if a thousand evil brushes had suddenly descended on her already-sensitive breasts at once. Even with just water rather than the lather of body wash she’d become used to it was devastating.
“Oh god! Aaaaaaahhhahahahahahaaanono..pleasegodit’s… stop!Staaahhhooooooh….” Kelly wanted more than anything in the world to be able to move, to thrash about, to jump up and run from the room. But she was trapped more thoroughly than she’d have believed possible and the gloves played her like a finely tuned instrument. It was so, so much worse than any brush or sponge had been or, indeed, could be. The gloves were thin, practically moulded to Megan’s hands by the water and she could guide them as easily and delicately as she would her bare fingers. This wasn’t simply a brutal attack but a devilishly subtle one as well.
In amongst the ticklish agony of tiny brushes scrubbing away at the sides of her heaving breasts there’d be a sudden gently caress, a plastic point resting gently on her nipple or a feathery soft touch running from one mound to the other so lightly Kelly wasn’t sure she hadn’t imagined it. As her panicked laughter scaled new heights and threatened to overwhelm her Megan would pause to cup her breasts and the bristles would suddenly seem the gentlest things in the world as they stimulated her just with their presence.
Then she’d catch a breath, or the vibrator would start again or Megan would just get bored and the world became her own private ticklish hell once more. Each time Megan would move a little quicker, her fingers somehow always finding new spots to torment and tantalise no matter how often she’d travelled over the same ground before.
The bristles were everywhere, Kelly’s soaking wet skin doing a good enough job at keeping the gloves lubricated to avoid pain no matter how quickly Megan moved. Yet somehow at least a couple of fingers were always circling and teasing Kelly’s straining nipples, feather light touches that set her teeth chattering. Swirling around, coming closer, dancing together on top then pinching together and pulling hard, letting the pain build before releasing and teasing all over again.
The vibrators buzzed away, pain from her ass meeting the pleasure from her pussy in a mix that took her to heights she’d never even imagined. But there, too, the frustration built as they’d bring her to the peak of ecstasy before dropping her back down each and every time. Kelly gasped as Megan pressed her knee into Kelly’s leather-covered crotch and eased the toy another fraction of an inch deeper inside her.
“Fuck!” Kelly cried out and once the words had started they wouldn’t stop. “Oh my god! Megan… Megan, please let me cum, please, I need to…”
“You need to?”
“Yes!”
“Really NEED to?” Megan ground her knee against Kelly and the vibrator jiggled a little, found a new angle and sparked all new sensations.
“Oh FUCK YES!” Kelly was beyond the point of caring now.
“Yes… what?”
“I need to cum, I need to… “ she hesitated for a moment and Megan flicked her fingertips across Kelly’s hard nipples.
“AHhhhh! God I need… I need to be fucked! Please!”
“Uh…. no.” The pressure eased and those maddening hands started to tickle away at her captive tits again.
“What?!?”
“No. No you’re not getting fucked. Simple really.”
“Please! I… please Megan, please fuck me!”
The gorgeous woman above Kelly seemed to pause and consider the plea for a moment then: “No.”
“Oh GOD!” The vibrator had kicked in again and something about the angle Megan had it tilted at found a spot inside Kelly’s ass that caused sparks to flash in front of her eyes. “No, no please Megan, please I need to, I’ve got to cum, I need to, you’ve got to make me, please, it’s too much, I NEED to cum, please please please…”
Megan let her keep babbling her desperate mantra for at least a minute before letting her hands lie still, one bristle-covered finger resting on each soapy nipple. Her knee still pushed the vibrator inwards knowing full well it wasn’t enough on its own to give her toy the release she craved.
“I said I wouldn’t fuck you.” Megan replied coldly. “And I meant it. But if you’re so weak you need release I’m willing to make you cum,”
“Yes! yes please, please make me cum, please!”
“And why do I need to do that?”
“Because… “ Kelly hesitated and Megan shifted, resting her knee on the plastic controls and pushing down, forcing the toy to stretch Kelly’s holes as the leather held her in place. “AHHHHHH!” The scream was a perfect mix of pain and pleasure that tailed off the instant Megan moved her weight off the vibrator.
“Because I’m weak! I’m weak and need to cum. Please make me cum, please!”
“If I do I’m the one who decides how you cum, understand?”
“Yes!”
“And we’ll keep going until you do.”
“Please!”
“But only the once.”
“YES! God please Megan, please….”
Kelly gasped as a fresh torrent of body wash burst onto her tits and all of a sudden the pressure at her crotch vanished. The vibrator settled back to a more comfortable, but slightly less satisfying, position as Megan let her bristle-covered hands hover over Kelly’s tits.
“Then I’m going to tickle tickle tickle until you get what you asked for…”
“NO!” Kelly had intended a much longer protest but the one scream of denial was all she managed to get out before Megan’s hands dropped down to scrub up a fresh batch of lather over Kelly’s aching, abused and needy breasts. The bubbles burst into life and a rich, fruit-laden scent washed over them both. Not that Kelly really noticed, her entire world had focused on the gloves that were quickly driving her insane.
If she’d thought they’d been bad before the body wash made them ten times worse. Where before they’d slipped and caught now they glided, pushing the bubbles against her and making her feel every last individual soapy sud burst with a ticklish pop. Kelly’s mouth dropped open and her begging laughter became a wall of noise, all sense or reason driven from her. The gloves danced and spun and grabbed and pulled and tickled, tickled, tickled…
“Oh do that again!” Megan cried as her hands circled Kelly’s nipples just as the vibrator buzzed back into life, pulling a cry of miserable desire from her victim. Her fingers retraced their steps and, sure enough, she managed a repeat performance.
“I think we have our spot!” Megan crowed triumphantly. “Of course I may be wrong so let’s keep some variety going here.” While her left hand started tracing lazy figure eights over Kelly’s breasts to repeat the teasing, tantalising touch her right started to fly over seemingly random spots. Circling around the very edge of Kelly’s exposed flesh, dragging down the leather strap separating her breasts with just the outer edges of the gloves touching her skin, pitter-pattering on the underside… Megan never seemed to trie or repeat herself.
Kelly felt like her throat was going to explode. No matter how hard she tried all she could do was grunt in desire, loud, deep howls of need and frustrated desire as Megan continuously teased her breasts. At that moment the light, circling touch was the single most erotic thing Kelly had ever experienced and she ached for more. Yet, somehow, it was very, very slowly pushing her towards the edge. Every time the vibrator shut off she dropped back but never quite as far as she’d been the last time round.
Tears flowed freely as her body ached to writhe in desire, even that simple pleasure denied her and the release she burned for inching closer with maddening slowness. She wanted more, she wanted the others to come back and tickle her just for the extra stimulation, she wanted the vibrator to be faster, to be bigger, to stretch her until she hurt. More, just more, more pain, more pleasure, more torture just… MORE!
“More…” Kelly croaked the word from a parched throat before resuming her loud, animalistic grunting. Megan chuckled and placed her right hand over Megan’s nipples, her palm and the tip of her forefinger resting on the rock hard nubs of flesh.
“Well since you asked so nicely!” Megan said, sarcasm dripping from every word. And then she moved. Her hand flew in small, fast circles with hard little pads resting on Kelly’s incredibly sensitive and exposed nipples. Megan’s other hand dug in and tickled the tiny sliver of exposed skin at her side between breast and strap. The vibrators hit their stride and the tidal wave of sensation burst in one glorious explosion.
Kelly came harder than she’d ever done in her life. The scream of orgasmic bliss echoed off the walls as her muscles strained against their bonds. Her pussy convulsed around the intruder and squirted her juices all over the straps and, as a result, her own flesh. Lights exploded in front of her eyes and she hung on the verge of blackness as all her conscious energies absorbed by the explosion of pleasure racing through her. It took over a minute before she regained enough control to stop screaming and try to ease her tired muscles.
Kelly was still panting for air as Megan undid the straps covering her crotch and easily slid the vibrators out of her protesting body. Though whether the protest was at being violated so thoroughly or at having that violation removed Kelly wasn’t entirely sure. Before she could recover her senses Megan had already put the straps back into place and, worse, was starting to add yet more leather to her bondage, this time wrapping over her soap-covered tits. Kelly hissed as they were pulled tight, the leather rubbing across her sensitive nipples and sending sparks of pain and pleasure through her overstimulated body.
Finally Megan stepped back to admire her work. “Oh very nice, very nice indeed!” She said, circling her captive and taking in the sight. “Perfect, in fact. You really do wear bondage very well indeed you know, you’d make a fortune as a model.”
“I’ll keep that in mind if I need a career change!” Kelly snapped, suddenly furious. While she’d certainly never admit it willingly, the bondage and even the ticklish torment she’d been subjected to for what felt like years wasn’t entirely unpleasant. But to be taunted like this by someone who’d made it clear she saw Kelly as nothing more than a victim to torment was too much.
To make things worse Megan just laughed. “Well if you keep your word we won’t force you into that change.” she said, patting Kelly leather-covered thigh. “Though we might be doing you a favour if we did, all that fame and attention coming your way, just want you want isn’t it?”
“No.” Kelly snarled back, her anger feeding her, energising her. “I’ll do what I promised and if you don’t I’ll…”
“What?” Megan teased, letting her fingers run over the thick leather. “What are you going to do exactly little girl?”
“I’ll… I’ll make you go into the same ‘career’” Kelly spluttered, barely able to form the words.
“Really?” Megan asked in a casual tone. “Hmm… no, no you’re not the sort. You haven’t got the strength or resolve for that.”
“Try me!” Kelly growled, her temper not helped by the condescending laugh the threat received.
“Okay tiger, you’re on” Megan said. “I’m going to tickle those poor, helpless, exposed armpits for fifteen minutes. Just fifteen little minutes of some lovely foam-filled attention, you know, the sort that really makes you moan.” Kelly ground her teeth but stayed quiet.
“I’m going to get you sparkling clean, better than you were when you came in! And if, at any point, you feel like you need a little break all you’ve got to do is ask me for one… little… favour.”
Megan knelt down so she was close enough to whisper. “Please scrub my filthy pits. That’s all you’ve got to ask for and I’ll let you catch your breath. Of course I’d need to make sure I did what you asked and that’d take at least another… oh forty five minutes I’d think.” Kelly gasped and heard the chuckle practically purred into her ear.
“And of course you’re hardly in a position to know how that needs to be done so I’d just have to ignore any helpful suggestions you’d have to make sure you’re truly, properly clean when we’re done.”
Kelly swallowed, realising she simply had to try and hang on for that fifteen minutes, sure it’d be pure hell. “Do your worst you bitch.” She said flatly, trying desperately to act like she this was all some minor inconvenience rather than sheer torture.
“If you insist…” Megan replied, getting up and making a point to flex the bristle-covered gloves in full view of Kelly.