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T&T - Shivering Forest: Part 3 - Infiltrator - FF/F - NonCon, Cruel
[Sorry for the delay between Stories]
“Ooohhhh, she is so cute!” Wendy squealed.
Barely five feet tall, the woman’s ample assets bounced about with alarming abandon, the black, skin tight garment seemingly painted over her upper body as the silky material flowed into two slits of cloth covering her front and back leaving her legs exposed all the way to the tops of her hips.
She darted away from the strange stone box, as a stern faced woman leaned forward in concentration, a brush with pink powder swirling back and forth.
“We are going to have so much fun together, I can feel it,” Wendy finished.
Claire didn’t know what to make of the supposed Witch of the Shivering Forest. Her reputation was that of mystery and fear, yet the dark haired woman before her reminded her of a playful kitten.
“Ooohhhh,” Wendy squealed, darting forward and wrapping her arms around Claire’s waist, squeezing with a strength beyond what the small should allow. Claire found her feet suddenly off the ground, her hands pinned to her waist as the diminutive woman easily manipulated her. “I love her already.”
“She’s holding up Better than I did,” Lumi replied. “Can’t tell what we’ll see once we chip away that outer shell yet.”
A disgusted snort broke the mood.
“You disagree Sadia?” Wendy said, dropping Claire back to her feet and addressing the stern faced woman delicately brushing pink powder across…Claire blinked…a pair of feet?
Claire shuddered at the sight. The feet weren’t exactly sticking out of the box, but rather as if the entirety of the bottom of two feet were melded into the side of what looked like a black stone slab. As the dark brush dusted the pink powder across the exposed skin, Claire saw muscles twitching, the skin vibrating frantically, yet unable to move but for that slight constant twitch. They were clearly alive, clearly attached to someone, perhaps someone inside the box? Yet how they were held in place both fascinated and terrified. Not a single piece of string, stone, or latch could be seen, yet everything from the heel of the foot, the entirety of the arch, the delicate skin under each toe, and the pads of the toes themselves were held immobile to the constant, merciless ministrations of the slender, fierce woman the witch had called Sadia. Mesmerized, Claire couldn’t tear her eyes as stiff bristles of the brush methodically moved across the underside of each toe, the pink powder coloring the skin.
A sound so soft, it would have been inaudible had silence not fallen among them hummed, tickling the edge of her hearing. An extended whine, like a shrill sound heard as if through water sustained itself for an uncomfortably long moment. Sadia paused, the barest hint of a smile tugging at one corner of her mouth before she dipped the brush back into the pink powder, then turned her uncompromising gaze upon Claire.
The gaze made Claire’s skin crawl. There was something cruel in this woman’s eyes.
“She’s just arrived,” Sadia replied, her words clipped and sharp as her manner. “Potential often leads to bad choices. Time will tell whether she will need…correction.”
As the word played suggestively on her lips, Sadia turned back to the box, and the soles awaiting her. The brush swirled a moment in the jar of pink powder before Sadia brought the stiff bristles back up, touching the tip of the big toe.
“This one dared come unannounced to our home,” Sadia cooed breathily, dragging the small brush across the toe, the hard bristles dimpling the skin. The whine of sound, so soft Claire might have imagined it, or rather hoped she was imagining it, buzzed at the edge of her hearing. A shiver crawled up her back as the muscles of the foot twitched and shivered.
As if not aware, Sadia continued, trailing the brush down to the crease where the toe met the ball of the foot. Here, the brush circled as Sadia continued to speak, almost lazily, never stopping her tender ministration.
“She came to steal secrets that were not hers,” Sadia continued, the brush working its way down as she drew a slow figure eight along the ball of the foot. “Any that transgress against our Matron come under my purview as the head of Discipline.”
Claire tried to back away but found strong hands grip her shoulders. Luna’s lips brushed her ear making her flinch, yet the words were understanding, kind, a marked contrast to Sadia.
“It is important you see this, important you understand,” Luna whispered. “This place rewards those that are loyal to Wendy, loyal to the forest. However, those that seek to take, manipulate, or come to do harm, for them, only punishment awaits.”
“Yes,” Sadia replied, practically cooing the response. The brush traveled down across the arch of the foot. It might have been Claire’s imagination, but the minute vibrations of the muscles seemed to grow ever more desperate as Sadia continued to trail the stiff brush up and down across the skin, never taking the same path twice, coating the entire foot in the pink powder.
“This is a relative minor offense,” she purred. “Infiltration. No theft, no harm done to our lovely flowers, so I only get to have this one for a few days. We caught her last night, so she’s only had a mere five hours of treatment so far.”
“Seventy two hours,” Wendy said, a mock stern tone that was at the same time, childish. “Not a moment more. After all, we are not monsters here in the forest. Oh…the powder’s almost out. Should we ramp up her sensitivity more, or do you want to start with the red powder next.”
Sadia smiled, looking right at Claire, her eyes roving over her conservative clothes as if able to see right through them. “Maybe we should ask her,” she replied, smiling. “Let’s see if this infiltrator has an opinion. After all, as you said, we’re not monsters.”
“Ooohhh, good idea,” Wendy giggled, bounding over to the box, pressing her hands onto the top.
Immediately, the black stone faded, turning clear as if glass, revealing the form of a woman. She was crammed into a space that seemed too small for her. She lay on her back, her knees shoved against her chest, her arms wrapped in a strange jacket holding her arms tightly across her belly and around her back. She had short cropped black hair with red streaks that glistened as sweat dripped from the ends. Dark eyes were open as big as saucers, her head crammed into the far corner, arched backward, her mouth open in a mad scream. Claire noted the soft whine stop as the woman took a shuddering breath, only to begin again as the fit woman within twisted and squirmed, barely able to move an inch. The head rocked back again, pressing her temple against the side of the clear box, mouth opening wide only for the soft whine to once again touch her ears.
“Well, let’s see what she has to say,” Wendy commented cheerily.
The scream tha suddenly filled the room rocked Clair back on her heels. Had Lumi’s strong hands not been holding her, she would have stumbled from the sheer intensity of anguish and laughter ripping free from the woman’s mouth.
“We had a question for you,” Wendy said cheerfully as the trapped woman took a sudden sobbing breath. “We wanted to know what you would prefer. Would you rather have…”
“Fuuucking Biiiiiitch! Fuuuucking Stooooooop! I’m gonna kill you! Every single god damned…Gaaaaahahahahahah!”
Claire hadn’t thought a scream from a human mouth could have possibly gotten louder than the previous, yet the woman with red and black hair proved her wrong, the anguish ripping from her mouth equal parts insane laughter and tortured scream all the more horrifying as she looked over at Sadia’s cruel smirking face.
Sadia’s nails had grown to sharp points, each digit scraping mercilessly across both soles frantically while the woman began contorting her body so violently, Claire feared she would dislocate one of her joints.
“Now that’s not nice,” Wendy chided. “I was trying to give you a choice. Looks like you will need a bit more…”
“For the love of gohahahad…*hic…when will you stahahahap!...*sob…No! No! Nohohohoho! I will Fu…”
As quickly as the sound had come, the scream turned into the barest of buzzing at the edge of hearing. The box faded back to black, hiding the woman inside once again.
“Well that was rude,” Wendy huffed.
“Shall I minister both?” Sadia said, a cruel smile twisting her lips.
“Hmmm,” Wendy said as she bit her bottom lip in thought. “Oooh, I know. For being rude she does deserve punishment. But we also need some extra energy for tonight. We have a new flower to initiate. Only right to kill two birds with one stone.”
Wendy began to run her hands over the surface of the box, her finger moving as if she was molding clay. At first, Claire didn’t understand what was happening, but then, just below the two soles that Sadia was continuing to scratch her sharp nails across, a fleshy bulge began to appear.
Just like the soles, the woman’s ass and exposed womanhood now protruded from the box’s flat surface.
“I’m going to need a good amount of yellow powder,” Sadia commented, finally pausing her assault to focus on scratching each nail delicately to the underside of each toe. “And since her anus is exposed, we can push a bit of the red powder up there a few inches. That should keep her hanging over the edge of madness for a few hours when we have to leave her for the initiation.”
Lumi hissed in discomfort.
“Powder?” Claire managed, finally able to squeak out one of the thousands of questions flowing through her brain.
“Pink powder increases the skin’s sensitivity,” Lumi began, pointing to where Sadia was just now beginning to dust one of the exposed but cheeks with the pale stuff. “If you feel pleasure, you feel it more intensely. If it is pain, it’s more painful. Ticklish, well…that stuff will make you go from giggling to screaming in seconds.”
Sadia was brushing the two exposed but cheeks liberally with powder. By the way the toned muscles stiffened and flexed wildly, it seemed the woman was already quite ticklish where Sadia was brushing. If giggles turned to screams, what would happen if you put pink powder in a place that already made you scream? Claire squirmed, though this time strangely, not in fear.
“Red causes an itching, almost burning reaction,” Lumi continued. “It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t have to. I’ve seen one particularly vile person driven insane by the red alone. The yellow…well…it might be the most cruel…or sought after…depending on how it is used.”
Wendy set down two glass jars, yellow and red respectively, delicately opening the tops and placing one of the odd brushes in each, within easy reach of Sadia.
Sadia immediately dipped the brush into the yellow powder, making sure a large amount rested on the brush before dabbing it directly on the exposed womanhood. Carefully, she coated every inch of the exposed crotch with the powder. Just when Claire thought she was done, Sadia’s fingers began to pull apart, making sure to expose the inner lips to the open air. Taking a large clump, she dumped a large bit inside of the woman, then made sure massage the area, pressing the dust into the tissue. She finished by dusting the inner and outer lips liberally.
“What does it…” Claire began, gulping as she saw the bound woman’s muscles strain against her constraint.
“It does not interfere with the other powders,” Lumi said in a hushed voice. “So you can use it with any of them, but…no matter what they do, or what is done to them…they will not be able to…well…orgasm.”
Claire felt herself gulp uncomfortably, a phantom itch growing worse between her legs as Sadia began to add the pink powder to every place she had just covered in the yellow dust.
Sadia’s smile grew wide as she began to alternately brush pink powder, then use her nails to scratch at the edges of the exposed womanhood.
“I have much for Claire to be introduced,” Lumi stated, her voice a bit shaky. “Duties, rules, customs. Next we are off to see Seamstress. We should be ready for her awakening ritual this evening, after dinner at the latest. Would you like me to send word Mistress?”
“Of course,” Wendy squealed, turning a pair of eyes twinkling with mischief on Claire. “I never miss an awakening ritual. And we have a lot of energy to get from this one. We’ll make sure everything is ready for your welcome.”
Wendy then jumped upon the top of the box, her head looking down upon where the trapped woman’s muscles twitched and strained as Sadia continued dusting and scratching. A particularly violent shudder ran through the trapped flesh as Sadia brushed the outer edges of her woman hood with pink powder. From the sudden pulsing breaking up the soft whine, Claire realized the woman must have started ticklish even before the pink powder was applied. She couldn’t help the involuntary shudder race through her.
“I’m gonna play too,” Wendy stated loudly into the air, wiggling her finger over the two exposed soles. “After all, you only have two hands, and these poor feet are getting neglected. Wendy began raking her stiff nails up and down across the arches. “Tickle, Tickle, Wiggle, Wiggle, our punishment will make you giggle,” she sang playfully, her fingers pausing randomly to scratch at the outer arch, then spider across the heels before making their way back up toward the toes. “You tried to run, but We’ll have our fun, so until we’re done, you can’t cum,” wiggling gleefully atop the box, her bare feet kicking carelessly through the air while she dragged her nails slowly across the arch of each foot, slowly at first, then faster and faster until she spidered them across the trapped flesh.
“Wow, this one is in good shape,” Wendy cooed, indicating the way the trapped woman’s but was flexing then spasming, the definition of muscles clearly defined. “Really ticklish too,” she continued, watching the muscles twitch frantically as Sadia found an apparently very sensitive patch of skin right where the inner thigh met the crotch. “They’ve gotta know what we do to them right? Maybe she was set up? Lesser nobility?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Sadia said, her tone indicating her opinion even more than her words. She spread the skin with her finger, exposing the woman’s lower lips, and began using one pointed fingernail to lightly scratch at the loose skin.
Wendy gave a little yelp, pressing her breasts down against the box and sighing in pleasure.
“Wow, I can feel the vibrations of her laughter through the box. She is ‘really’ sensitive right there. I wonder if she’ll break? Maybe we’ll have more than one new flower joining us.”
“As always, it is an honor,” Lumi interrupted, bowing formally, first to Wendy, then to Sadia. Taking two steps backwards, she turned, pulling Clair by the hand.
Claire shot a nervous glance over her shoulder as they left the room, the sight of the witch practically dancing in her prone position atop the box, providing constant stimulation to trapped soles as the sadistic glee of her aid teased and played with the helpless crotch and womanhood of an infiltrator to the forest.
Even from across the room, Claire imagined the box shuddering as the image of that desperate face and the sound of that mad rictus scream echoed in her memory. Then she imagined herself in that box, her feet scraped by nails, her womanhood brushed without pause, her unable to moved, trapped without hope of release or escape.
Her heart began to race, her body shivering, her legs pressing together.
A strong hand gripped Claire’s arm, pulling her out of her revere. She let out a shaky breath at the strange thoughts left her.
Lumi gave her an awkward smile, leading her away from the horror she had just witnessed.
“I didn’t know Sadia would be there,” Lumi said in apology. “Probably a bit much for your first day.”
“I’m not sure if…”
“We’ve got more important matters to attend,” Lumi assured, bringing her along quickly. “Your ceremony is tonight, and it’s important to be dressed for it. We need to get you to the seamstress.”
Claire walked mutely along, terrified of what other horrors this strange place held. Perhaps she needed to escape. Perhaps…yet not for the first time this day, she found her hand reaching down, sliding across her stomach, downward to where she had never been allowed to touch.
Why then, did her heart continue to flutter despite the crazy sights before her. Why did her stomach seem to flip every time she looked at Lumi? And why was the place between her legs feel so strange?
[Sorry for the delay between Stories]
“Ooohhhh, she is so cute!” Wendy squealed.
Barely five feet tall, the woman’s ample assets bounced about with alarming abandon, the black, skin tight garment seemingly painted over her upper body as the silky material flowed into two slits of cloth covering her front and back leaving her legs exposed all the way to the tops of her hips.
She darted away from the strange stone box, as a stern faced woman leaned forward in concentration, a brush with pink powder swirling back and forth.
“We are going to have so much fun together, I can feel it,” Wendy finished.
Claire didn’t know what to make of the supposed Witch of the Shivering Forest. Her reputation was that of mystery and fear, yet the dark haired woman before her reminded her of a playful kitten.
“Ooohhhh,” Wendy squealed, darting forward and wrapping her arms around Claire’s waist, squeezing with a strength beyond what the small should allow. Claire found her feet suddenly off the ground, her hands pinned to her waist as the diminutive woman easily manipulated her. “I love her already.”
“She’s holding up Better than I did,” Lumi replied. “Can’t tell what we’ll see once we chip away that outer shell yet.”
A disgusted snort broke the mood.
“You disagree Sadia?” Wendy said, dropping Claire back to her feet and addressing the stern faced woman delicately brushing pink powder across…Claire blinked…a pair of feet?
Claire shuddered at the sight. The feet weren’t exactly sticking out of the box, but rather as if the entirety of the bottom of two feet were melded into the side of what looked like a black stone slab. As the dark brush dusted the pink powder across the exposed skin, Claire saw muscles twitching, the skin vibrating frantically, yet unable to move but for that slight constant twitch. They were clearly alive, clearly attached to someone, perhaps someone inside the box? Yet how they were held in place both fascinated and terrified. Not a single piece of string, stone, or latch could be seen, yet everything from the heel of the foot, the entirety of the arch, the delicate skin under each toe, and the pads of the toes themselves were held immobile to the constant, merciless ministrations of the slender, fierce woman the witch had called Sadia. Mesmerized, Claire couldn’t tear her eyes as stiff bristles of the brush methodically moved across the underside of each toe, the pink powder coloring the skin.
A sound so soft, it would have been inaudible had silence not fallen among them hummed, tickling the edge of her hearing. An extended whine, like a shrill sound heard as if through water sustained itself for an uncomfortably long moment. Sadia paused, the barest hint of a smile tugging at one corner of her mouth before she dipped the brush back into the pink powder, then turned her uncompromising gaze upon Claire.
The gaze made Claire’s skin crawl. There was something cruel in this woman’s eyes.
“She’s just arrived,” Sadia replied, her words clipped and sharp as her manner. “Potential often leads to bad choices. Time will tell whether she will need…correction.”
As the word played suggestively on her lips, Sadia turned back to the box, and the soles awaiting her. The brush swirled a moment in the jar of pink powder before Sadia brought the stiff bristles back up, touching the tip of the big toe.
“This one dared come unannounced to our home,” Sadia cooed breathily, dragging the small brush across the toe, the hard bristles dimpling the skin. The whine of sound, so soft Claire might have imagined it, or rather hoped she was imagining it, buzzed at the edge of her hearing. A shiver crawled up her back as the muscles of the foot twitched and shivered.
As if not aware, Sadia continued, trailing the brush down to the crease where the toe met the ball of the foot. Here, the brush circled as Sadia continued to speak, almost lazily, never stopping her tender ministration.
“She came to steal secrets that were not hers,” Sadia continued, the brush working its way down as she drew a slow figure eight along the ball of the foot. “Any that transgress against our Matron come under my purview as the head of Discipline.”
Claire tried to back away but found strong hands grip her shoulders. Luna’s lips brushed her ear making her flinch, yet the words were understanding, kind, a marked contrast to Sadia.
“It is important you see this, important you understand,” Luna whispered. “This place rewards those that are loyal to Wendy, loyal to the forest. However, those that seek to take, manipulate, or come to do harm, for them, only punishment awaits.”
“Yes,” Sadia replied, practically cooing the response. The brush traveled down across the arch of the foot. It might have been Claire’s imagination, but the minute vibrations of the muscles seemed to grow ever more desperate as Sadia continued to trail the stiff brush up and down across the skin, never taking the same path twice, coating the entire foot in the pink powder.
“This is a relative minor offense,” she purred. “Infiltration. No theft, no harm done to our lovely flowers, so I only get to have this one for a few days. We caught her last night, so she’s only had a mere five hours of treatment so far.”
“Seventy two hours,” Wendy said, a mock stern tone that was at the same time, childish. “Not a moment more. After all, we are not monsters here in the forest. Oh…the powder’s almost out. Should we ramp up her sensitivity more, or do you want to start with the red powder next.”
Sadia smiled, looking right at Claire, her eyes roving over her conservative clothes as if able to see right through them. “Maybe we should ask her,” she replied, smiling. “Let’s see if this infiltrator has an opinion. After all, as you said, we’re not monsters.”
“Ooohhh, good idea,” Wendy giggled, bounding over to the box, pressing her hands onto the top.
Immediately, the black stone faded, turning clear as if glass, revealing the form of a woman. She was crammed into a space that seemed too small for her. She lay on her back, her knees shoved against her chest, her arms wrapped in a strange jacket holding her arms tightly across her belly and around her back. She had short cropped black hair with red streaks that glistened as sweat dripped from the ends. Dark eyes were open as big as saucers, her head crammed into the far corner, arched backward, her mouth open in a mad scream. Claire noted the soft whine stop as the woman took a shuddering breath, only to begin again as the fit woman within twisted and squirmed, barely able to move an inch. The head rocked back again, pressing her temple against the side of the clear box, mouth opening wide only for the soft whine to once again touch her ears.
“Well, let’s see what she has to say,” Wendy commented cheerily.
The scream tha suddenly filled the room rocked Clair back on her heels. Had Lumi’s strong hands not been holding her, she would have stumbled from the sheer intensity of anguish and laughter ripping free from the woman’s mouth.
“We had a question for you,” Wendy said cheerfully as the trapped woman took a sudden sobbing breath. “We wanted to know what you would prefer. Would you rather have…”
“Fuuucking Biiiiiitch! Fuuuucking Stooooooop! I’m gonna kill you! Every single god damned…Gaaaaahahahahahah!”
Claire hadn’t thought a scream from a human mouth could have possibly gotten louder than the previous, yet the woman with red and black hair proved her wrong, the anguish ripping from her mouth equal parts insane laughter and tortured scream all the more horrifying as she looked over at Sadia’s cruel smirking face.
Sadia’s nails had grown to sharp points, each digit scraping mercilessly across both soles frantically while the woman began contorting her body so violently, Claire feared she would dislocate one of her joints.
“Now that’s not nice,” Wendy chided. “I was trying to give you a choice. Looks like you will need a bit more…”
“For the love of gohahahad…*hic…when will you stahahahap!...*sob…No! No! Nohohohoho! I will Fu…”
As quickly as the sound had come, the scream turned into the barest of buzzing at the edge of hearing. The box faded back to black, hiding the woman inside once again.
“Well that was rude,” Wendy huffed.
“Shall I minister both?” Sadia said, a cruel smile twisting her lips.
“Hmmm,” Wendy said as she bit her bottom lip in thought. “Oooh, I know. For being rude she does deserve punishment. But we also need some extra energy for tonight. We have a new flower to initiate. Only right to kill two birds with one stone.”
Wendy began to run her hands over the surface of the box, her finger moving as if she was molding clay. At first, Claire didn’t understand what was happening, but then, just below the two soles that Sadia was continuing to scratch her sharp nails across, a fleshy bulge began to appear.
Just like the soles, the woman’s ass and exposed womanhood now protruded from the box’s flat surface.
“I’m going to need a good amount of yellow powder,” Sadia commented, finally pausing her assault to focus on scratching each nail delicately to the underside of each toe. “And since her anus is exposed, we can push a bit of the red powder up there a few inches. That should keep her hanging over the edge of madness for a few hours when we have to leave her for the initiation.”
Lumi hissed in discomfort.
“Powder?” Claire managed, finally able to squeak out one of the thousands of questions flowing through her brain.
“Pink powder increases the skin’s sensitivity,” Lumi began, pointing to where Sadia was just now beginning to dust one of the exposed but cheeks with the pale stuff. “If you feel pleasure, you feel it more intensely. If it is pain, it’s more painful. Ticklish, well…that stuff will make you go from giggling to screaming in seconds.”
Sadia was brushing the two exposed but cheeks liberally with powder. By the way the toned muscles stiffened and flexed wildly, it seemed the woman was already quite ticklish where Sadia was brushing. If giggles turned to screams, what would happen if you put pink powder in a place that already made you scream? Claire squirmed, though this time strangely, not in fear.
“Red causes an itching, almost burning reaction,” Lumi continued. “It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t have to. I’ve seen one particularly vile person driven insane by the red alone. The yellow…well…it might be the most cruel…or sought after…depending on how it is used.”
Wendy set down two glass jars, yellow and red respectively, delicately opening the tops and placing one of the odd brushes in each, within easy reach of Sadia.
Sadia immediately dipped the brush into the yellow powder, making sure a large amount rested on the brush before dabbing it directly on the exposed womanhood. Carefully, she coated every inch of the exposed crotch with the powder. Just when Claire thought she was done, Sadia’s fingers began to pull apart, making sure to expose the inner lips to the open air. Taking a large clump, she dumped a large bit inside of the woman, then made sure massage the area, pressing the dust into the tissue. She finished by dusting the inner and outer lips liberally.
“What does it…” Claire began, gulping as she saw the bound woman’s muscles strain against her constraint.
“It does not interfere with the other powders,” Lumi said in a hushed voice. “So you can use it with any of them, but…no matter what they do, or what is done to them…they will not be able to…well…orgasm.”
Claire felt herself gulp uncomfortably, a phantom itch growing worse between her legs as Sadia began to add the pink powder to every place she had just covered in the yellow dust.
Sadia’s smile grew wide as she began to alternately brush pink powder, then use her nails to scratch at the edges of the exposed womanhood.
“I have much for Claire to be introduced,” Lumi stated, her voice a bit shaky. “Duties, rules, customs. Next we are off to see Seamstress. We should be ready for her awakening ritual this evening, after dinner at the latest. Would you like me to send word Mistress?”
“Of course,” Wendy squealed, turning a pair of eyes twinkling with mischief on Claire. “I never miss an awakening ritual. And we have a lot of energy to get from this one. We’ll make sure everything is ready for your welcome.”
Wendy then jumped upon the top of the box, her head looking down upon where the trapped woman’s muscles twitched and strained as Sadia continued dusting and scratching. A particularly violent shudder ran through the trapped flesh as Sadia brushed the outer edges of her woman hood with pink powder. From the sudden pulsing breaking up the soft whine, Claire realized the woman must have started ticklish even before the pink powder was applied. She couldn’t help the involuntary shudder race through her.
“I’m gonna play too,” Wendy stated loudly into the air, wiggling her finger over the two exposed soles. “After all, you only have two hands, and these poor feet are getting neglected. Wendy began raking her stiff nails up and down across the arches. “Tickle, Tickle, Wiggle, Wiggle, our punishment will make you giggle,” she sang playfully, her fingers pausing randomly to scratch at the outer arch, then spider across the heels before making their way back up toward the toes. “You tried to run, but We’ll have our fun, so until we’re done, you can’t cum,” wiggling gleefully atop the box, her bare feet kicking carelessly through the air while she dragged her nails slowly across the arch of each foot, slowly at first, then faster and faster until she spidered them across the trapped flesh.
“Wow, this one is in good shape,” Wendy cooed, indicating the way the trapped woman’s but was flexing then spasming, the definition of muscles clearly defined. “Really ticklish too,” she continued, watching the muscles twitch frantically as Sadia found an apparently very sensitive patch of skin right where the inner thigh met the crotch. “They’ve gotta know what we do to them right? Maybe she was set up? Lesser nobility?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Sadia said, her tone indicating her opinion even more than her words. She spread the skin with her finger, exposing the woman’s lower lips, and began using one pointed fingernail to lightly scratch at the loose skin.
Wendy gave a little yelp, pressing her breasts down against the box and sighing in pleasure.
“Wow, I can feel the vibrations of her laughter through the box. She is ‘really’ sensitive right there. I wonder if she’ll break? Maybe we’ll have more than one new flower joining us.”
“As always, it is an honor,” Lumi interrupted, bowing formally, first to Wendy, then to Sadia. Taking two steps backwards, she turned, pulling Clair by the hand.
Claire shot a nervous glance over her shoulder as they left the room, the sight of the witch practically dancing in her prone position atop the box, providing constant stimulation to trapped soles as the sadistic glee of her aid teased and played with the helpless crotch and womanhood of an infiltrator to the forest.
Even from across the room, Claire imagined the box shuddering as the image of that desperate face and the sound of that mad rictus scream echoed in her memory. Then she imagined herself in that box, her feet scraped by nails, her womanhood brushed without pause, her unable to moved, trapped without hope of release or escape.
Her heart began to race, her body shivering, her legs pressing together.
A strong hand gripped Claire’s arm, pulling her out of her revere. She let out a shaky breath at the strange thoughts left her.
Lumi gave her an awkward smile, leading her away from the horror she had just witnessed.
“I didn’t know Sadia would be there,” Lumi said in apology. “Probably a bit much for your first day.”
“I’m not sure if…”
“We’ve got more important matters to attend,” Lumi assured, bringing her along quickly. “Your ceremony is tonight, and it’s important to be dressed for it. We need to get you to the seamstress.”
Claire walked mutely along, terrified of what other horrors this strange place held. Perhaps she needed to escape. Perhaps…yet not for the first time this day, she found her hand reaching down, sliding across her stomach, downward to where she had never been allowed to touch.
Why then, did her heart continue to flutter despite the crazy sights before her. Why did her stomach seem to flip every time she looked at Lumi? And why was the place between her legs feel so strange?
