The Nail Biter Part 3 of 3: Armageddon
A Bounce Chix Novel
by Bandito
The end is here.
Between the twisted dead trees of Haven College two powerful forces have been awakened, and have set their sights on each other, threatening to destroy anything caught in the middle - including the Bounce Chix themselves!
All the pieces will come together. All the mysteries will be revealed. And not a single soul will be spared as the screaming laughter rises in the darkness. The lives of hundreds of tender coeds hang in the balance. And there will be no mercy at the ruthless fingers of the power-crazed Dean, or from the scratching metal claws of the insane Nail Biter.
Can Professor Vorhoeven possibly survive the Chix themselves as they subject her to the cruelest game ever of Tickle the Teacher?
Will Professor Staten die from the ultimate torture that awaits her impossibly ticklish feet or will she once again gain the wicked upper-hand?
And can Hailey possibly hold back if she's recaptured by Meena and her friends, and this time...no one will come to save her?
Pray for the Bounce Chix as they fight the most desperate fight of their ticklish lives. An entire war will be waged between order and chaos. Terrible pain and howling pleasure. Eternal punishment and impossible power. Evil..and really really evil.
Choose a side. And watch in the horror as the final chapter captures us all.
This is the end of all things. This is the point of no return. This is The Nail Biter!
Item Features
• 36,000+ word Erotic Horror Enovel!
• Part 3 of a 3 Part Series!
• College Rivalry and Revenge!
• Tons of Foot and Upper Body Tickling!
• A Bounce Chix Novel!
• Written by Bandito!
• F/F Tickling!
PUBLISHERS NOTE:This is my favorite Bandito novel to date. Dark, brutal, and uncompromising. Bandito does not pull any punches in this tale of intense erotic horror. - Jim MTJpub.com
CHAPTER PREVIEW: TAKEN (From The Nail Biter Part 1 of 3: Orientation)
Hey there - since the Nail Biter is a novel series we thought we post some of the writing to give folks a taste of what the series contains. We wanted to include something hot and wicked that was early enough in the series so that folks could still kinda figure out what was going on in the story.
So here is the first of two chapters that we intend to share with you. If you haven't checked out The Nail Biter Part 1 of 3: Orientation, please give this a read and let us know what you think.
A sharp smack to her face brought Hailey’s eyes fluttering back to the light.
The fogginess in her mind was gone. Through teary blinking eyes, Hailey tried to soak in the scene before her and do her best to keep from screaming.
Dimly lit metal doors cast diabolical shadows now. Like the room had transformed to show it’s true nature and the dark heart of those inside it. That damn drip drip from the showers pounded wet booms against the drains, confirming they were still in the stinky damp icky locker room. Meena was smiling viciously, sitting directly in front of her, twisting a gym towel in her hands with open malice twinkling in her eyes. Hailey had a sweat sock stuffed so far down her throat that she had to fight not to gag. And what really sucks is that those were the cheeriest aspects of her current situation. It got worse from there.
Much worse.
Hailey’s arms were tied so tightly above her head that the tape was already starting to rub her wrists raw. The majority of her clothes were heaped in a pile on the ground. Sliced to ribbons. Apparently Meena had cut them off. All Hailey had for comfort now was her thin white silk cami top which barely came down to her mid-belly and a lacy pair of white panties. Her bare legs knelt down on an unforgiving wooden bench, with row after row of duct tape binding her calves in place.
Meena sat between her spread legs, forcing the captive brunette to straddle her. More tape wrapped tightly around her face, holding the disgusting sweat sock against her gag reflex. Hailey’s eyes watered from the bitter taste in her mouth, from the stinging pain of being slapped awake, and from the brutal mix of betrayal, resentment, and growing terror.
The venomous beauty between her legs looked just as deadly as she did ravishing. Her long black hair mingled with the black skin-tight turtle neck and down to her black slacks. The darkness highlighted the only part of her with any detail. Her face.
Gray eyes shimmered in what can only be described as succulent avarice. The tan warmth of her flawless skin seemed so out of place against the cold cruelty of her demeanor. Her full lips parted into a vengeful smile. And she held up a towel, drying the tear that cascaded down Hailey’s cheek.
“It’s about time you woke up,” Meena broke the silence. “That little shot I gave you put you out much longer than your friends.”
“HmmmPFK,” Hailey tried to respond, realizing that making any noise just made her sock-gag hurt twice as badly.
“We soaked some of the towels in the room with a new inhalant anesthesia I’ve been working on,” Meena continued, savouring each second. “I call it Valoflourane. Renders a person unconscious in under a few minutes. Pretty smart, huh?”
Hailey glared at the buxom brunette nestled inside her thighs. If looks could kill, Meena would be three different kinds of dead by now.
“That’s one of the things I want to talk to you about tonight, Hailey,” Meena continued tossing the towel into the darkness. “You see...we’re the smart one’s here at Haven. Not you. And not your bitchy fucking friends.”
Hailey felt another tear slip down her face, as the tape burned her skin, and her ribs ached from the stretch of her body. Hailey had been through her own share of school yard bullshit...but never anything like this.
“We’re going to give you and your friends a pretty new hair cut tonight to remind you that Haven isn’t the place for you,” Meena
leaned her face close to Hailey’s, holding up a barber’s clippers.
“That’s how we reward perfect Hayden bitches like you.”
Hailey violently thrust her forehead at Meena’s face in the most defiant gesture she could think of. The dark brunette winced just in time to smell the beautiful fragrance of Hailey’s flowing hair slapping her face, avoiding a broken nose by about an inch.
“Funny,” Meena glared, her face growing crimson in barely-controlled disdain. Regaining control, she leaned to Hailey’s side, away from another attack, and whispered in her ear. “You know what else is funny? What we’ve been doing to your friend, Jane.”
Hailey’s heart stopped in her chest.
Meena arched her back to the left, with a look of pure sadistic bliss. And one of the most painful sites of her life settled in on Hailey’s teary brown eyes.
Jane was lying on her stomach on a bench. Her arms were out in front
of her, strapped to the wood with row after row of duct tape.
Additional dull-grey straps of tape bound her calves and ankles to the top of the bench, leaving her small bare soles pointed up at the ceiling. A sweat-sock gag just like Hailey’s was crammed into her throat and held in place with more tape, pulling at her hair and stinging her skin. Tears flickered in her brilliant blue eyes. Her pride holding them back. But not for long.
Shreds of cloth that had once been her pants, socks, and her favorite jacket lay in a disrespectful pile on the white tiled floor. The only clothing Jane had left, aside from her adhesive bondage, was a tattered sweater that came down to her mid back and a tiny tiger- striped thong that slipped seductively between her perfect bare butt cheeks. Apparently they intended on making her walk home half-naked when they were through with her. But from the look of it being shy was just about the least of Jane’s worries right now. What ever they had been doing to her, it was showing in the red flush of her face and the hint of agony in her eyes.
Sierra sat on Jane’s naked thighs, looking viciously radiant. Her long dirty blonde hair cascaded down her charcoal tank top, which proudly displayed her firm muscular figure. Her hazel eyes shone in wicked joy, and she stuck out her tongue in a playful gesture of concentration. Navy sweat pants hung low on her hips, revealing glimpses of tan freckled skin at her waist. Huge beach walks barely held on to her gigantic feet as she planted the balls of her feet and prepared for impact.
“Ready, Janey?” Sierra inquired devilishly, catching Hailey’s eyes.
Jane growled into her gag, a mixture of genuine pain and death lust.
“Here comes another ‘pankin”.
With frightening strength, Sierra brought her hand down against Jane’s helpless ass in a ruthless spanking. And then without pause she did it again. And then again. Jane’s curvy cheeks glowed an aching pink, her tears flowing freely now from clamped eyes. Muffled sobs into her stinky sock revealing that this game had been going on for some time, and that tough Janey was getting pretty damn close to her breaking point.
“Awww, poor smarty pants,” Sierra taunted, rubbing Jane’s throbbing butt. “Want me to help you feel better?”
Before Jane could make a noise Sierra began to dance her long nails across Jane’s naked cheeks. Down her thighs. Raking her bare little soles. Husky screams drowned into the gag as Jane curled her toes and bounced on the rough bench in protest.
“Such a sensitive smart ass,” Sierra giggled, ripping hoarse cries from the tied vixen’s gagged mouth. “Now doesn’t this feel good?”
Sierra teased and taunted the squealing hotty, as each spanking and each tickle brought sweet Jane closer to hell.
Hailey watched in horror as Sierra repeated the spanking tickle pattern again. Twice. Each time eliciting more and more desperate
reactions from her friend, who was in unmistakable torment right now.
She wasn’t stopping. And Hailey was powerless to make her.
Screaming god’s most feared curses Hailey bucked madly against her own
chaffing tape bondage, trying to save Jane with an act of pure will.
But another devastating slap to her face brought her homicidal glare back to Meena’s mirthless smirk. And as Meena arched in the other direction, Hailey realized she had only discovered half of the painful truth.
Andi was tapped tightly to the other bench lying on her back, naked except for her teeny midriff sweater and her light blue sexy cotton panties. The same tape bound her calves and boots to the side of the bench and her wrists far over her head. Bright green eyes were hidden under Hailey’s own red scarf. And the now-obligatory sock gag was tapped deep into her cackling mouth. Locks of blonde hair, shining gold in the darkness, flung through the air as Andi clenched her torso against a relentless attack.
Mylie knelt on what was left of Andi’s slacks on the damp floor, her
dark wavy hair bouncing all the way down against the sliced fabric.
Undulating Latina curves expanded her grey hoody, and filled out her ripped jeans with sinful precision. The look of hatred that reflected in those black eyes didn’t match the luscious smile on those full lips. But when you saw the malicious deed her hands were committing, you would begin to understand.
Fiendish fingers strummed against Andi’s tight naked tummy, tickling her so viciously that the freckled blonde’s torso glowed a throbbing pink. Andi was laughing so hard into her cotton muzzle that tears
soaked the crimson blindfold and she choked in heaving confession.
Her lithe hips undulated in painful response to the hilarious concerto Mylie was playing against her sexy stomach muscles.
“You’re in such good shape,” Mylie chuckled in venomous envy, kneading Andi’s tight ribs with howling response. “That it makes the ticklishness even worse.”
Knowing thumbs squeezed the tender flesh above her hip bones, and a desperate tone joined her already hoarse squeals of agony. Andi was certainly no stranger to a ticklish touch. Her room mates often took advantage of the freckled nerd’s ticklish weakness - just as she took advantage of theirs. But this was no playful caress. No loving touch meant to titillate or tantalize.
This was pure spite. They would have chosen whatever torment produced the best results. And nothing they could have done to the gorgeous geek would have bent her body to their will the way Mylie’s wicked touch had.
“Teeckle teeckle, Andi,” Mylie varied her technique only enough to
create even more hysterical revelation for her pretty blonde rival.
“You don’t need a rest do you? No. You want me to tickle even harder, don’t you?”
“Yesss,” Mylie confirmed, prodding Andi’s clenched belly, causing waves of husky cries that elevated with each moment. “Now we’re talking.”
Searing pain swept across Hailey’s eyes as Meena delivered another hard slap to her face. Recapturing the brunette’s teary glare, Meena knowingly pulled up Hailey’s thin cami to right below her bountiful bosom.
“Oh don’t be sad,” Meena chided, confidently staring down her captured prey. “We’re just going to shave your pretty little heads, and teach you a friendly Haven lesson. This is our fucking school, Hailey. But before your new hair cut, there’s something I’m curious about...”
Meena continued to look Hailey right in the eye as she leaned slightly forward, letting her long nails rest on Hailey’s naked heels.
Hailey gritted her teeth in desperate determination, and held the dark vixen’s glare with bloody daggers in her brown eyes.
“I thought I overheard you and your friends saying something in Ms.
Staten’s lecture,” Meena giggled at the brunette’s defiance.
“Something about hating...to be...tickled?”
Careful scratches from Meena’s nails circled Hailey’s smooth upturned soles, her eyes glued to her victim, studying every delicious reaction.
“HFFF HFFFFFFF,” Hailey muffled, her throat clogged in post-exercise stench.
“Is it true?” Meena whispered carefully, scratching the smooth skin of Hailey’s pink feet with methodical attention. “Are you a little ticklish?”
“AHUFF HUFF HUFF,” Hailey blurted, begging her body to hold back the inevitable reactions. She, like her friends, was unbelievably ticklish. And it would only take another second before Meena had her squealing in laughter.
“Because if you laugh, Hailey?” Meena purred, slipping her deadly nails over the vulnerable flesh of Hailey’s big feet. “Then I am going to tickle. And tickle. And tickle you. Until you just die.”
It could have been the tone of her voice. Or the absolute helplessness of Hailey’s bondage. But when Meena began to lightly scrape all of her nails against the screamingly tender arches of her feet...Hailey erupted in howls of sock-drowned laughter.
“Uh oh,” Meena jeered in her most evil bedroom voice, dancing her long nails all over Hailey’s naked soles. “You asked for it. Now I have to tickle you, Hailey.”
Hailey tried to fight. God knows she did. But Meena’s expert touch
had her screaming in full-belly laughter into her stinky sweat sock.
She wanted to spit. She wanted to gnash her teeth in murderous hatred. But this dark temptress was actually forcing her to cackle hysterically as she humiliated her, and hurt her friends.
“Oh my,” Meena teased as she dug her nails into the buttery wrinkles of Hailey’s feet, tickling under her toes with ruthless joy. “Hailey, you are so much fun to tickle. I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
Sticky tape pulled at her wrists and burned her ankles, but all Hailey could do is laugh in helpless response to the skilful tickles on her bare soles. She saw Jane and Andi in her mind’s eye. Saw Sierra
still spanking Jane and then punishing her with unbearable touches.
Saw Andi bucking madly against the unwavering onslaught of Mylie’s fingers. It was the cruellest joke she could imagine. All she could do is squeal madly in response to the black-haired devil teasing her feet.
Bad turned to worse when Meena raised one hand to Hailey’s naked flank, and began plucking at her bare side while she continued to torture her poor arch with the other nails.
In a matter of minutes Hailey was in the same circle of hell as her friends were. Meena was a sensational tickler. Wicked and intuitive. She had Hailey bawling in laughter dancing her fingers inside her top to exploit her smooth under arms. Hailey scrunched her feet against the splintered wood, hoping the pain could distract her from the nails digging into her soles.
But it didn’t.
The only feeling ripping through her was the roaring response caused by ten long nails.
Hey there - since the Nail Biter is a novel series we thought we post some of the writing to give folks a taste of what the series contains. We wanted to include something hot and wicked that was early enough in the series so that folks could still kinda figure out what was going on in the story.
So here is the second of two chapters that we intend to share with you. If you haven't checked out The Nail Biter Part 1 of 3: Orientation, please give this a read and let us know what you think.
Jane literally cried from her clamped beautiful eyes, grunting in painful pleas as Sierra would lift her hand again and bring it down thunderously against her throbbing left butt cheek.
“Am I softening you up, bitchy Jane?” Sierra smirked, watching her proud captive break. Just as they always did. Give her the toughest girl in the world, and an hour or two of her spanking and tickling her...she’d be bawling like a baby.
“You have a perfect ass, Toughy,” Sierra cooed, slamming her palm again the supple curve of Jane’s right cheek. Admiring the sexy striped thong that adorned Jane’s lovely rump. “Especially when it’s all rosy red.”
“HhhmmmpH HHMPH!” Jane swore in muffled pain.
“Do you want me to give you a little tickle?” Sierra inquired seductively, fondling Jane’s hot backside soothingly. “Or does Janey want another ‘panking?”
“Huck HOOOOOF!” Jane spat defiantly.
“Well then,” Sierra chuckled. Taking a firm grip on the waste-band of Jane’s thong, Sierra yanked up as hard as she could, cramming the thin fabric so forcefully between those luscious cheeks that Jane saw stars. “Why don’t I just keep spanking until you ask me nicely to stop?”
It was only a few minutes past midnight. But the last two hours had seemed like a week spent in the devil’s private quarters.
Andi’s writhing abdominal muscles hurt so much she could barely stand another ticklish touch. But another touch came all the same. And then another.
Mylie blew raspberries on Andi’s speckled tummy, sending the blonde into a frenzy of screaming. Usually such a gesture would have the blonde giggling in delight. But Mylie had her so unbearably sensitive from the non-stop torture that every lick against her tender belly button or poke against her tummy made her cackle in dreaded response.
But there was something that had Andi even more desperate. Way too much Mountain Drip soda was pushing against the walls of her bladder with immediate urgency. And the hour or two of unrelenting tickling had the supple blonde about to explode an entire twelve pack into her panties. And somehow, Mylie knew it.
“Come on Andi,” Mylie encouraged viciously, grinding on the adorable geek’s svelte sides. “I want to watch you piss all over yourself.”
“HMPHAAAA HAAAAAA!” Andi replied huskily, pleading for mercy, shaking her head in the universal gesture of surrender.
“Oh no no no,” Mylie refused, her thick curves jiggling as she laughed at her bucking victim. “We’re gonna make miss smarty pants pee. And pee. And then pee some more.”
“NHHKLLLAAA HFAAAAA!” Was all Andi could scream as she felt herself inch closer to erupting in horrible humiliation.
“That’s it,” Mylie giggled happily, working each tender rib with surgical precision. “Here comes my, Andi.”
Meanwhile, in her own private hell Hailey could hear the muffled cries of her best friends over her own howling release. And Meena was finding better and better ways to make her scream in brutal desperation.
Meena had discovered quickly just how delightfully ticklish Hailey really was, and she was completely drowning in the pure vicious pleasure of dominating her radiant captive.
“Oh yes, Hailey,” Meena taunted, slowly dipping her long sharp nails into Hailey’s screamingly ticklish underarms. “I love this spot on you. And I’m not the only one, am I Hailey?”
Despite her every instinct, Hailey felt herself rising in the most perverse arousal. She wanted to kill Meena. She wanted to bash her fucking head in right now. And then pummel Sierra and Mylie to death for what they were doing to her friends. But she couldn’t help the insane warmth welling between her thighs as she was utterly owned by the diabolical bitch.
And what made it even more painful was that Meena had noticed. And she was loving every single second of it, growing more and more erotic in her ticklish touch.
“AAAAHUFF HUFF HUFF HCACKUFF!!” Hailey guffawed, shaking her body from side to side, as Meena seductively cooed loving threats to her.
“Do you like it like this, Hailey?” Meena feigned shock, perfectly strumming her fingers again and again in Hailey’s naked sweaty armpits. “Right...here?”
Hailey’s achingly hard nipples poking urgently from behind her thin cami was more answer than either of them needed. But Meena already knew that. She asked because she could tell it was turning on her little tickle toy even more. And now Meena was going to enjoy the hell out of tickling this privileged Hayden hotty until she came in her underwear. And then she was going to start tickling her again while they shaved her bald.
“HWAAAAFFFF HAAFFFF!!” Hailey shook her head from side to side...more of a plea to her tormentress than a denial.
“No?” Meena laughed in genuine enjoyment. “Then you won’t mind if I give you a little tickle down here?”
“NFAAAA HAAAAFFFFF HAAAAFFFFF!!!” Hailey cackled madly while Meena peeled up her skimpy top over her firm gorgeous breasts, softly tickling the curvy bottoms of her incredibly sensitive chest.
“Oh my, Hailey!” Meena purred in delight, slipping and sliding all of her nails now against the painfully sensitive skin of Hailey’s luscious tits. “That’s it. Oh that’s it. Oh Hailey. Now I am gonna get you soooo good.”
Jane grunted in absolute defeat, and curled her toes as another spanking literally made her entire body shake.
“Haaaaf! Hees HAAAF!” Sweet Jane coughed into her gag, warm tears pouring down her cheeks.
“Stop?” Sierra raised her hand in the air, hitting Jane’s amazing ass as hard as she possibly could. “Did you ask me to stop?”
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAF! YAAF!!” Jane begged in despair, no longer able to take the searing pain on her bare naked butt.
“You want me to tickle you?” Sierra asked menacingly, lovingly rubbing her hands over the supple red curves of Jane’s bottom. “You want me to make you laugh, and tickle you silly?”
Jane just nodded slowly, her pride hurting even more than her throbbing ass.
“Alright Janey,” Sierra smiled victoriously, affectionately peeling Jane’s undies out of her crack, and stroking her nails ever so lightly over her pale cheeks. “If you absolutely insist...I’ll make you laugh for me.”
Jane shuddered under the light touch, as the pain still echoed through her curvy frame. It was one of the most intense feelings of her entire life. Literally her entire body began to tingle.
“You know where I think Janey wants me to tickle?” Sierra inquired in her most mischievous voice.
“KFAAAAA FAACKLE HAAAF HAAAFFFFF!” Jane reacted in surprise and stinging ticklish response.
“I think Jane wants me to give her a very friendly tickle,” Sierra confirmed, slipping her long narrow fingers under Jane’s little thong and stroking her index carefully between Jane’s voluptuous butt cheeks.
“KFAAAHAAAFFF HAAAAFFFFF HAAFFF!!” Jane exploded in howling sensual laughter as the lone finger teased between her cheeks, and Sierra lovingly fondled Jane’s sore ass in gentle squeezes.
“There ya go, Janey,” Sierra laughed, while she tickled and tickled.
“Laugh for me. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll just make you laugh so hard for me.”
“KFFFFAAAFCKLE HAAAAACKLE!!!” Jane wept into her gag. She literally could hold back nothing now. Sierra could force any reaction she wanted, and all Jane could do was take it.
“And if you’re really good,” Sierra whispered into Jane’s ear, snaking her long finger to the dreadfully tender flesh deep between Jane’s cheeks, methodically scratching. “I’ll do this for you all night.”
At the same time, Mylie had Andi writhing on the edge of brutal explosion.
Andi bucked her entire frame madly in frustration against the bench as much as the intractable tape would allow her. Her entire body stung so much. She could feel the pressure in her bladder. She could feel the literal surrender of her muscles as Mylie coaxed screaming laughter from her fit body.
“PUHLAAAAF HAAAAF HWAAFCKLAAAAFFF!!!” She bawled in cackling defeat, pushing back against the coming flood with all her will.
But Mylie had found her favorite technique and it was working like a charm. She jabbed the flexing muscles of Andi’s lower belly at random, singing to herself in casual melodies and then she’d press against Andi’s firm hip muscles with all her might.
She had been poking for so long now. So very long. Giggling as she prodded the speckled cutie to unbearable embarrassment. And they both knew that when she returned to those hips, that Andi’s would no longer be able to hold herself in.
“Dum de dum,” Mylie sang, digging her tan fingers into Andi’s naked belly button. “I think Andi has a little surprise for us. Don’t you Andi?”
NHAAAAFFFFF NHAAAAAAAAAAFFFFFF!!!” Andi begged the Latina tormentress, feeling the approaching sting shut down the last of her control. Her fit ass bounced as she tried to close her legs. Tried to stop the burning approach.
“Are you ready, Andi?” Mylie cooed, running her little fingers all over Andi’s clenched belly as fast as she could. “I’m gonna make you squirt in your panties.”
“PLAAAAAAAFFFFF NENAAAAAFFFFFF!!” Andi shook her head violently from
side to side, laughing as hard as she ever had in her life.
Contracting her tight abdominal muscles in pleading hope.
“Here comes the pee pee, Andi,” Mylie promised, doing the unthinkable and pressing her thumbs relentlessly against Andi’s exhausted ticklish hips.
Andi’s screams caught in her throat and only silent bucking despair filled the locker room as her body surrendered.
Her back arched, rising to try to hold back the tsunami.
A stinging drip escaped her clenched body, dampening her blue sexy panties. And then an all consuming deluge exploded from her spread legs.
“More, more,” Mylie demanded in a breathy voice, literally flushed with blissful domination. Rubbing her fingers perfectly into the
strained tummy she coaxed ever abundant fluid from the fallen blonde.
“Oh yes, Andi. Squirt more for me.”
Jet after jet of sugary soda squirted from her defeated bladder.
Drenching her poor undies. Dripping into a warm puddle beneath the bench.
“Eeeew,” Sierra teased, as she slowly tickled sweet Janey into apoplectic seizures. “That’s disgusting.”
“I think it is sooo damn sexy,” Mylie purred happily, licking Andi’s pink belly, as her exhausted captive whimpered into her gag.
And as for Hailey...well she was in a place she had never really been taken to before.
Meena lovingly cradled those prefect breasts in her hands, lightly walking the tips of her razor sharp nails over ever supple curve. She drew Hailey’s turgid pink nipples into her mouth, panting in the frenzy of ownership, and licked Hailey into grunting guttural laughter. Hailey’s magnificent body hung limply in her bondage, utterly melted into the savage seductive tickling of her black-haired devil, and hating herself for every building pang of wicked arousal.
“Mmm MMM,” Meena licked her lips, suckling Hailey’s throbbing nipple even harder, dancing her nails up and down those firm sides to a cry of hysterical surrender. “Almost there, Hailey.”
“HWWAAAFFFF HWAAAAAFFFFFFFF HWAAAAAAMACKLEFFF!!!” Was all Hailey could manage, as she slowly built to mind-shattering climax at the hands of this evil bitch.
Meena was going to get her like this. As much as she hated it. Meena
was going to tickle her and kiss her until she came in her panties.
She was going to shave her head, and do god knows what else to her and her friends. And Hailey was still shuddering in painful howls of laughter, and inching toward fantastic explosion.
“You know,” Meena began breathily, lashing her hot tongue all over Hailey’s tender tits, preparing for her big finish. “Tickling happens to be kind of a...tradition here at Haven.”
“OUUUHAAAFFF HAFFFFFFFFF!!!” Hailey collapsed entirely, surrendering to the only feeling she had left. Total submission.
“It was almost twenty years ago,” Meena continued, whispering in delight, her fingers snaking toward Hailey’s hauntingly ticklish
underarms while her tongue licked mercilessly at her salty chest.
“They say there was this smart geeky student here at Haven. Just like you and your friends.”
“AHAAFFFF AHAAFFFFF FRAAAAAHAAAAFFFF!!!” Hailey roared, feeling the nails climb closer to her pits, as Meena hungrily nibbled her swollen nipples. The hateful vixen’s story formed a visual in her mind that just added to Hailey’s wrecked state. That bedroom voice. That tongue on her tits was enough to make her so achingly wet that the end was unavoidably approaching.
“They say she was a nervous little thing, always biting her nails,”
Meena taunted further, moaning herself in lustful confession, forcing
her victim toward the most humiliating release possible. “Until one
day she fell into the hands of a couple mean girls. They tied her up in the boiler room of that old creepy Harp building. And do you know what they did to her?”
Hailey’s voice disappeared down her throat, finally quaking her into the silent screams of the unbearably ticklish. Those long nails reached her underarms and began to viciously coax away the last of Hailey’s defenses.
“They tickled her, Hailey...just like this,” Meena revealed, gently kissing Hailey’s full breasts as she savoured the coming surrender between Hailey’s spread legs. “Some say they tickled her until she went insane. Some even say they did something worse for days and days. That they tickled her until she died. Deep down in that hot boiler room.”
“Uhhhh yes,” Meena sighed adoringly plating deep tongue kisses against Hailey’s pink naked nipples, while tickling her into maddening fits of hilarity. “But they say that she didn’t stay dead, Hailey. They say she’s still trapped in that Harp building. And they say that if you say her name out loud that she’ll come for you.”
“Oh god Hailey this is it,” Meena suckled and licked and tickled with perfect cruelty. Hailey’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she buckled against what was now inevitable. “She’ll come for you, Hailey. And she’ll catch you.”
“And then she’ll tickle you and tickle you until you die,” Meena gasped as she felt her own clit threatening to erupt inside her tight slacks. Her hand reached down to finish herself as she milked this insatiable Hayden hotty dry in a flood of dominance and power. “But
we’re not afraid, are we Hailey? No, Hailey wants to be tortured.
Don’t you? Because deep down you like it. You love it.”
Hailey threw her head back and shuddered into the beginning of the most painful orgasm she had ever felt. Despite her gnashing her teeth
into that sock gag. Despite her desperate fear for her friends.
Despite the shattering of her heart.
“I’m not afraid to make you cum all over yourself, Hailey,” Meena gasped between victorious licks, smelling the coming sex of her gorgeous captive, and feeling her own orgasm begin. “I’m not afraid of tickling you absolutely to death.”
“I’m not afraid...of the Nail Biter.”
Hailey felt a great warmth welling inside her silky underwear...unleashing with merciless force again her will.
And then...the minute Meena’s dark lips spoke that name. Another feeling replaced it instantly. Stealing away her shame. And replacing it with pure. Shivering. Dread.
A sound so loud it pierced the ear screeched through the room.
It was like rusted nails clawing on a chalk board.
It was like glass being shoved inside your head.
Meena doubled over, pressing her hands against her ears and screaming into the din.
Every halogen bulb in the room burst in it’s fixture.
Darkness fell.
In the pitch blackness that remained you could hear Mylie, and Sierra calling out to Meena. Fumbling around, crashing into the open lockers to find their way.
Terrified.
Panicking.
Hailey and her friends held their breath. An instinct they couldn’t fight. Literally shuddering in what can only be described as primal fear.
Another sound rose in the flickering obsidian haze.
It sounded like an animal.
Breathing.
Sniffing.
Looking for something.
You could hear it moving in the darkness.
You could hear it getting closer.
Hailey felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up straight and goosebumps form over her entire exhausted body. Adrenaline made her heart roar in her naked chest like a cornered beast.
Hot air from it’s breath tickled her arms, tied tightly overhead.
Then her chest. Fiery air grazed her nipple. Making them swell again to aching heights.
The brutal pain from the evening. The shock of being ripped away from the precipice of horrible forced pleasure. All distant trivialities now. Whatever this thing was. Hailey had to almost swallow the sock deeper into her throat to keep from screaming in unbridled terror.
It had a voice now.
And it was chuckling.
Cackling in the abyss.
A loud clank echoed throughout the damp metal space.
And light shone into the room.
Blazing light, so bright Hailey and her friends had to turn their heads to hide from the blindness.
The double doors of the locker room burst open.
Everything was bathed again in pale reason.
Meena and her accomplices were gone.
The locker room was empty except for three half naked chicks in duct tape bondage.
An impossibly tall silhouette entered the room and softly held up Hailey’s chin. Sticky pain...a sore jaw followed the wet sock being pulled from her mouth.
Amidst beams of cold light she looked into Hailey’s half-closed eyes, making sure she was still alive.
Hailey was able to mumble a single phrase before the darkness took her.
The gag theme does continue through out the series. Have you read NB1? Or started with NB3?
Regardless, yup - all three novels in the series rely heavily on the use of gags in various forms. In NB1 and NB2 there are several very long scenes in which gags play a pivotal role. In NB3 the gagged scenes are a little shorter, but there are more of them, according to my recollection. ;-)
But I thought gagged tickling just sort of fit with the general feel of the series. Please let me know if that answered your question, or if I somehow missed it.
