Three boys. A lonely, authoritarian, unaware MILF.
A secluded, warm, sensual place.
And a weak point that will be discovered by chance... but that will mark the beginning of her downfall.
The villa was immersed in silence. Only the distant sound of cicadas and the warm wind brushing the curtains open broke the perfect stillness of the afternoon.
Claudia had arrived the day before. She wanted to get everything settled before her children, Leo and his younger sister, arrived, and with them the usual loud and irrepressible friends.
She had demanded to leave early, alone, to make sure that the rental house was in order, that the pool was clean, that the rooms were assigned as per her precise and punctilious plan.
As always, organization above all else.
She knew how to manage everything: business, children, service staff, men. No one ever told her what to do.
At thirty-eight, Claudia was a woman who accepted no objections.
In the real estate business, she was feared and respected, and in her private life, too...she stood up for herself.
Tall, with abundant but toned curves, legs sculpted by hours of exercise bike riding, coppery blond hair pulled back into a messy bun, and a face that alternated charm with coolness.
Her green eyes were as sharp as knives, and her breasts-prosperous, full, firm-often turned heads, but no one would ever allow themselves to take her lightly.
That morning she had decided to work out in the mansion's parlor.
Tight gray tank top, bra absent beneath the taut cotton, and black yoga shorts that left little to the imagination.
She had already worked up a sweat after ten minutes of squats and crunches, and lay down on the mat for a few deep breaths.
A small pause before returning to the checklist she had imposed on herself.
Claudia did not know - could not even imagine - that something was changing.
The son was not coming right away. Nor would her sister.
The message was clear: "We're stopping at Giulia's, coming in two days. You enjoy some relaxation, Mom."
Relax?
Claudia didn't know how to relax. And she certainly had no idea that-someone else was coming before Leo.
Claudia had just gotten out of the shower.
Steam was still wafting through the bathroom when she heard a dull noise from the front door.
- "Huh?" - she frowned, wrapped only in a cream-colored towel.
She walked toward the entrance, dripping, her legs shiny with water and her skin still flushed from the hot shower.
Matthew, 19, dark eyes, disheveled hair, the always slightly defiant look.
Luca, 20, athletic build, quiet manner but firm tone.
Andrea, 18, the youngest, the most spontaneous, with that air of someone who laughs even when he shouldn't.
Claudia looked at them suspiciously. She was sweaty, naked underneath, alone in the house and in perfect disarray.
But the woman inside her never left room for panic.
- "Typical of my son. Come in, but don't touch anything without my permission."
The boys entered, each casting fleeting glances at Claudia's still damp body, at her tight hips, at the generous breasts pressed against the towel fabric.
The first few hours passed between commands, barbs and tension.
Claudia, once changed into a tight top and very short shorts, had been busy organizing spaces.
She was handing out orders like in the office: "Matteo, set up the beds. Luca, take the bags to the porch. Andrea, stop hanging around and wash those glasses for me."
But they were three boys, alone, and she was ... her.
Every step, every bend of the torso, every step climbed before them was an involuntary invitation, a silent message.
Until that moment.
The spark - The discovery
Late in the afternoon, as Claudia was trying to move a box full of towels, she stumbled slightly.
- "Hold on, I'll help you," Matteo said, ready to take the box from her.
In the movement, his hand barely grazed Claudia's bare hip, there where the top was lifting from sweat and movement.
Just a touch.
An immediate reaction.
- "Ah!" - Claudia made, with a sharp, involuntary jerk.
She turned her gaze toward Matteo as if he had done something serious. But her eyes were ... uncertain.
Claudia stiffened. - "Don't be stupid."
And she strided off, pulling her top down, her face a little redder than usual.
The three boys looked at each other. A silence. An unspoken understanding.
One detail had escaped-but it had been noticed.
The mansion was quiet, almost sleepy. The sun was setting, dyeing the pale walls and light curtains orange.
Claudia had locked herself in the kitchen to prepare a salad and dictate - loudly - new instructions on tidying up the rooms.
Meanwhile, the three boys were on the terrace, sitting on lawn chairs.
Andrea was chewing on a peach, Luca was shaking his phone, Matteo was not.
Matteo was staring into space, but his gaze was alive.
Luca laughed, under his breath.
Andrea swallowed, then laughed nervously. - "Oh God, yeah...that would be like...divine justice."
Luca became more serious instead.
- "Wait though. If it's true ... we have to do it intelligently. Another clear reaction. One more test. Then ... we can reason."
-
That night, at dinner, Claudia was back at it again.
Tight black top, bare shoulders, long skirt with a very high slit.
She looked like a woman out of a French movie: authoritative, charming, and unapproachable.
- "Have you all gotten lazy yet? Tomorrow morning wake up at 7 a.m., I want the wood sorted, the storeroom arranged, and the veranda cleaned."
- "Commander Claudia..." whispered Andrea as she took the dishes from the table.
She glowered at him. Matteo, meanwhile, came up behind her.
He was about to take a chair, and with a seemingly casual gesture he brushed Claudia's bare hip again, there where the skin was visible under the short top.
Claudia gasped. Louder than before.
This time she involuntarily slammed a hand on the table.
Claudia did not answer. But she lowered her gaze for a moment, as if she had lost for a second that coolness that distinguished her.
The lamplight was dim, the curtains moved by the wind.
Andrea laughed.
Luca nodded, serious.
- "This woman has been bossing us around for years. It's time she laughed a little."
Meanwhile, Claudia in her room.
She massaged her shoulders with a menthol cream. The mirror reflected back to her the image of a woman still perfect, dominant...and yet, that feeling.
The touch. Those small gestures.
She could still feel them on her skin.
A quiver, an irritation... a weakness.
- "Imbeciles..." he murmured. But his voice was no longer as confident as before.
The mansion was asleep.
It was late at night, and everything seemed still. The light curtains barely moved in the warm breeze, letting in a moonlight that caressed the white floors and furniture.
In the master bedroom, Claudia lay in the large double bed, asleep for at least an hour.
She had left the door ajar, certain - as always - that she was in control of everything.
She slept lying on her stomach, her arms spread above her head, a position she would never have dared to assume in front of anyone.
She wore only a thin gray cotton top, which adhered to her bare breasts underneath, and a black culotte made of shiny fabric, invisible between the light sheets.
Her legs barely moved, one bent, the other spread. Her bare feet sprouted free, relaxed, toes open.
Under the soft light, Claudia was a perfect vision of vulnerable power.
A woman who knew no weakness -- but who now, in sleep, was helpless.
It was then that the door slowly opened.
Three shadows entered in silence.
Matthew, Luke, Andrew.
Coordinated, determined, excited.
One closed the door. One approached the bed. One took position at the foot.
Claudia breathed deeply. Her lips half-closed. The smooth forehead. No sign of alertness.
In dreams, perhaps she was still giving orders.
Matthew slowly climbed onto the bed, on his knees. He had in his hands an elastic training lace, long and flexible. He passed it around Claudia's wrists, with surgical calm, keeping an eye on her every slightest movement.
She barely moved. A whisper. But she did not wake up.
Andrea, at the foot of the bed, slipped two scarves under her ankles. Her hands were cold and light, and when she touched her left heel, she saw her toes twitch slightly.
A signal.
Luke moved to his sides, ready to settle the woman's arms against the wrought-iron headboard.
A knot. A second. The arms were stretched above her head, like outstretched wings.
Then the feet. Two knots tightly tied at the base of the bed.
It took exactly two and a half minutes.
And Claudia was completely tied.
Her arms outstretched, her wrists tied with a thick black lace to the headboard.
Her legs slightly spread, her feet pinned down with soft but strong scarves.
The body arched, suspended, completely exposed.
And then ... it happened.
A gasp.
A broken breath.
The eyelashes moved. The eyelids lifted.
Claudia opened her eyes.
There was a moment, a single second, when she did not understand.
The dark room, the ceiling, the sheet half over her body.
Then she tried to move.
And he couldn't.
- "What ... what ...?" - he whispered.
He pulled with his wrists. He arched up. He tried to close his legs.
Nothing.
Then he lowered his gaze.
He saw Matthew. He saw Andrea. He saw Luca.
And he understood.
But no one answered.
They just looked at her.
Observing her. Studying her.
Her feet exposed, her armpits bare, her belly barely exposed by the raised top.
Claudia could threaten, but at that moment ... the tone was no longer enough.
- "Andrea. If you touch me I swear-"
But Andrea was already tiptoeing to the end of the bed.
She reached out two fingers. She barely grazed the sole of her left foot.
Claudia jerked.
- "AH! No! Don't-"
A second touch.
Her fingers twitched.
A quiver ran up his leg.
Then silence.
Matthew smiled.
Luca moved closer to his right hip.
Andrea slid her fingers over her foot once more. Slower. Lighter.
And then it happened again.
A whisper. A broken smile. A trembling.
Claudia began to laugh.
Just a hint.
Just a small, desperate, involuntary....
- "Huh... heh... hhh-don't! DON'T!"
The voice broke into a half sob...and a laugh.
The silence was broken only by Claudia's labored breathing.
Bound. Pinned down. Her arms stretched above her head, her feet spread apart and clutched at the edge of the bed.
Her body completely at the mercy of three younger, stronger, more determined boys.
Claudia was trying to feign confidence, to regain control.
- "You don't want to challenge me. If you do anything to me I swear to you-"
The words died in her throat.
Matthew ran two fingers, slow and light, just along the edge of his right armpit.
Just a touch.
Precise. Targeted.
Claudia's eyes widened.
- "N-Nnngh-!"
Her torso arched. Her legs pulled. Her feet twitched.
But she did not move an inch.
Another touch.
The other armpit, this time.
Symmetrical. Calculated.
- "AAah! What the c-ahahah-NO! FUCKING NO!"
Her voice broke into a sharp, unexpected, desperate first laugh.
Andrea, at the foot of the bed, began to slide her index finger along the arch of her left foot, heel to toe.
- "Look at this, Luca. The toes are closing on their own. It's like flipping a switch."
- "NOOO! Stop it! Don't touch me there! Don't-AHAHA-NO!"
Luke approached her right hip, and with two fingers began to trace small circles on the spot between her ribs and hip.
An area Claudia had never thought could be-so damn sensitive.
Her body began to tremble.
The laughter became real. Raw. Of panic.
- "AHAHAH-Not there! Please! AHAHAH-MATTEO! Bastard! STOP!"
But Matteo did not stop.
On the contrary. He moved closer still. The armpits were perfect so taut, and the skin was smooth, slick with sweat.
He used four fingers now. Two on each side. Quickly.
Claudia screamed.
Her face contorted. Her eyes closed. Her mouth opened.
The lips laughed. But the eyes-they begged.
- "AHHAHAHAH-PLEASE! STOP! I WILL KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO YOU-HAHAHAH-HATE YOU!"
Andrea switched to her right foot. He began to tease her toes, one by one.
While with his other hand he drew a line on the hollow behind her ankle.
Claudia was going crazy.
Her feet were on fire.
- "NOOooo ahahahhahaa NOT THE FOOTS PLEASE I CAN'T MAKE ITOO-AHAHAHAA."
Luke, now bolder, lifted the top just enough to show his sculpted belly, shiny with sweat.
He passed two fingers below the navel.
A scream.
A flicker.
A laugh broken by a royal sob.
- "AHahahhaahaaa oh D-God...NOT THAT! Not there! NOT THAT-AHHahahAHH!!!"
The bed was shaking.
Claudia was devastated.
Her threats no longer made sense.
Her face, contorted into a mask of pleasure and despair.
The dominant MILF was reduced to a body shaken by laughter, her armpits ravaged, her feet tormented, her belly betrayed by her own overly sensitive skin.
And the boys?
They were laughing.
Not out of malice, but out of excitement. Out of enjoyment. For revenge.
Claudia opened her eyes, shiny with tears.
She tried to speak.
And laughed. Again. Again.
Time seemed to stand still.
The sound of Claudia's desperate laughter hovered in the room, broken, broken, increasingly erratic.
Every fiber in her body struggled to resist. But the ropes were pulling, and her fingers would not stop.
Matthew continued to tickle her underarms, with quick, light fingers, sometimes changing pace just to confuse her.
Andrea, down at her feet, now alternated light caresses with targeted taps under her toes, his thumb pressing on the most sensitive points of her arch.
Claudia squirmed, but did not move.
She was pinned down.
But it was Luca who struck at the most sensitive spot.
He had been watching. Waited. And then, with a knowing look, he lifted Claudia's top even higher, uncovering her entire belly down to her lower ribs.
The skin glistened with sweat.
The navel, small, perfectly drawn, was exposed. Inviting.
- "Let's see ... how strong are you here, queen?" she whispered.
And he slipped his index finger in.
He did not sink in. He did not press hard.
He just made small circles inside her navel, with the tip of his finger wet with Claudia's own sweat.
It was like pressing a detonator.
One finger in her belly button. Two fingers brushing her hips.
- "AHH-HAHAHAH-NO! I CAN'T! I CAN'T DO IT! I BEG YOU, PLEASE, PLEASE! LUCA, STOPAA!"
Claudia was going crazy.
She was laughing in fits and starts. She was bending with her hips, as if her pelvis wanted to escape from the bed.
But she was bound.
Completely.
- "AHhhHHAHAHHAH-please! VE-PLEASE! STOP! I-I CAN'T-I'M GOING CRAZY!"
Claudia pleaded. She. The woman who begs no one.
Luca began to play with his tongue.
He bent his torso. He slowly descended to her belly.
The tip of his tongue entered the navel.
Claudia screamed. Again.
An almost erotic scream, but broken by laughter.
- "OH DIOOO NOO! AHAAHAHAH LUCA NOO! NOOOO! NOT WITH THE TONGUE! I CAN'T!!!"
Matteo returned violently to his armpits.
Andrea slid her fingers under his toes, barely scratching the sensitive skin.
Claudia's body trembled.
Her voice was no longer her own.
It was broken. She was defeated.
She was ... shredded.
Claudia sobbed between laughs.
Her muscles in spasm. Hands clenched into fists, pulling at the ropes with desperate force.
- "AHAHAHA-PLEASE DO ANYTHING, BUT STOP...STOPAA...NOT THE BELLY BUTTON! I BEG YOU...M-GIVE UP..."
Claudia's breathing was a whirlwind of laughter and sobs.
Her body pulsed with vibrations as every inch of skin yearned for a reprieve that did not come.
Then came the proposal.
Matthew communicated:
- "Guys ... I have an idea."
Andrea and Luca approached, intrigued.
Andrea opened her eyes wide. - "Brilliant."
Claudia, still bent over, sobbed:
- "No! Please! No that...not..."
Matteo laughed softly. - "Promise anything you want, Claudia?"
She lifted her gaze, desperate, pleading.
- "Yes ... yes, anything. I swear. I swear to anything."
Mouth open, eye bright, voice trembling.
- "Well...let's go." Matthew walked out slowly, leaving her suspended in anticipation.
The moment was perfect.
He returned with the toothbrush, the handle cold and the humming barely pulsing.
Dim lights, atmosphere charged with anticipation.
- "That's it, Claudia. Just a moment ... and I'll really send you to heaven or hell."
Luca cast her a glance:
- "I can already see her ... with her body shaking, laughing, begging again."
Andrea added, smiling noisily:
- "Promise us again. Make a list of what you will give us."
Claudia, in a broken voice:
- "I'll give you what you want. House, car, the games. Anything."
The strings vibrated as she tried to speak.
- "Just...don't use it...please..."
Torture begins
Matthew brought the noisy little head close to Claudia's naked belly.
The buzzing became more intense.
Then he turned it on.
The initial tremor was instantaneous.
The vibrating wave of the toothbrush touched her navel for a moment--and her body jumped as if shaken by a jolt.
- "AHHH-AAAAHAAAAH!"
A loud, uncontrollable laugh rolled out violently.
Luca moved the toothbrush slowly over his ribs.
Andrea stroked his feet, but by now Claudia was shaking just from that deadly buzz.
Claudia sobbed, amid hysterical laughter:
- "Y-Yes! Yes, I give you everything! House, car...the games! I'll sponge you everything!"
But the laughter betrayed her.
Matthew moved the toothbrush to the other side of her navel, then down to her belly.
She burst into higher, almost maniacal laughter.
Her body all in spasms as the ropes held her down.
- "AHHHAHAHA-NOOO! I-I CAN'T DO IT!"
The promise came out with a last flicker of her voice.
- "We're listening-but for now, enjoy the vibration."
Luca nodded:
- "Do the vibration scales, let's go to the ribs!"
Matthew used the lightest pressure.
Andrea accelerated the stimulation to the feet.
Pleas became screams
Claudia, now trembling as if feverish, begged hopelessly:
- "Please ... please ... I will give you everything ... everything! Just...stop! Ahahaha!"
Lights flashed in his mind.
She laughed and cried.
Lost.
And it was amazing, her total surrender.
The buzzing of the toothbrush had ceased.
For a moment.
The silence seemed unreal after the chaos of hysterical laughter, screaming, and praying.
Claudia gasped, her torso rising and falling as if she had been running for hours.
Her cheeks red, her lips wet, her skin glistening with sweat.
She was shattered.
But bound. And therefore still...accessible.
Luca, standing beside her, watched her.
Her belly still taut. The top rose almost to below her breasts, hinting at the beginnings of those curves he had so far only imagined.
The navel, flushed from the vibrations, still seemed to throb.
She slid two fingers from her hip to her belly.
Claudia jerked, but she was too tired to really react.
Then his fingers went a little lower.
Not a direct touch, no.
But a graze on the inside of her thigh, slow, hinted at, but deliberate.
- "Luca..." whispered Claudia in a rough, broken voice.
- "Yes?"
- "P-please... stop... you have already... destroyed me..."
Luca smiled.
- "Really? A woman like you, knocked out by a few fingers?"
Then he let the tip of his finger slide across the fabric of the culottes, right on the edge of the side elastic.
Claudia's eyes widened again.
- "No...don't do that...not there..."
- "I'm just...touching where you can't see."
The fingers remained there. Leaning. Light. Obscene in their slowness.
Then a caress on the highest curve of the thigh, close, too close to that spot Claudia didn't even want to think could be violated.
- "Promise me you are ours now," he whispered.
- "I-I give you everything. Everything. But ... don't touch me there ... I can't ... I can't ..."
- "Oh Claudia...your body says something else."
Luca's fingers barely went up...grazing the seam between thigh and groin, going no further.
A most sensitive, private, humiliating spot.
Claudia squirmed in a different way.
It wasn't just tickling.
It was embarrassment. It was heat. It was shame.
- "AHh...fuck...no...stop! Don't do this to me..."
The voice was hoarse, low. And between her bound thighs, she felt a heat she did not want to confess.
Andrea and Matteo watched. In silence.
The MILF who had commanded them...now trembled at a touch just out of place.
Luca said nothing.
His gaze was low, fixed on her.
Her hands soft, her breathing deep.
And his fingertips rested on the shiny black fabric of Claudia's briefs.
They were wet.
From sweat, sure. But ... not only that.
He ran his finger along the crease that separated the seam of elastic from the center of her womanhood, with surgical slowness.
Over the fabric. Just over it.
But the gesture was precise.
A hint of pressure. A turn. A caress.
Claudia's body arched reflexively.
A deep breath.
Her lips parted.
And for the first time-no laughter. Just a long, hoarse, restrained moan.
- "Mhhnn..."
A sound he never wanted to make.
That he did not think possible in that situation.
Luca continued.
His fingers moved patiently, describing small circles, then vertical lines, slow, hot, all over the thin fabric of her briefs.
Claudia closed her eyes.
Her breathing became irregular.
And her mouth...opened.
- "N-no..." she whispered. But there was no more conviction.
Only voice. Only body.
Luca bent his face over her.
His warm breath hit her ear.
- "Do you like it, Claudia?"
No answer.
Just another caress.
And a violent quivering of her pelvis.
Matteo watched in silence, sitting on the side of the bed.
Andrea stared at the scene with wide eyes, lips slightly parted.
Claudia opened her eyes, shining.
- "I...I don't..."
But Luca barely increased the pressure.
It was a precise, slow movement, creeping right along the center crease.
The fabric was so thin he could feel it throbbing under his fingers.
Claudia's cheeks were red, wet with tears, sweat -- and something else.
Her hips were barely moving. Voluntary? Involuntary? It didn't matter anymore.
- "Mhhn...don't stop..."
A whispered phrase. A shameful whisper. But clear.
Matthew heard it. Andrea paled. Luca smiled.
- "Bravo. Finally you say it. Finally you give up."
And Luca's hand continued.
Over the briefs. Nothing more. But all that was needed.
The room was saturated with smells.
Sweat. Skin. Excitement.
Claudia could no longer think.
Every breath was a sigh. Each gasp, a betrayal of her own body.
Her arms, stretched above her head, trembled. Her feet, still tied to the base of the bed, were barely kicking, seeking relief, or perhaps ... seeking something she did not want to confess.
Luca stood beside her, sitting with one leg bent over the bed.
His hand was still there, over the black fabric of her briefs.
But now ... he was slipping underneath.
Slowly.
With exasperating slowness.
Her fingers crept between the elastic and the skin.
Claudia opened her eyes wide.
- "N-no...no Luca...not..."
But her voice had no more strength.
Luca entered.
Just two fingers. Just a hint. But her temperature hit him like a jolt.
She was warm. Wet. Pulsating.
- "Holy..." murmured Luke, unable to contain himself.
His fingers barely slipped over her intimate folds, tracing slow lines, moistened by desire she herself did not want to admit.
Claudia bit her lip.
Her eyes closed. Her face distraught.
And at that very instant, Andrea, at the foot of the bed, began kissing her feet.
Slowly.
First the toes, one by one.
Then the arch, gentle, barely licking.
And Claudia exploded.
- "NNghh... ahh... N-NO... OH GOD... please NOOO..."
Her body rose in a perfect arc, held only by the ropes.
One finger inside her. Two lips on her feet.
And her heart beating wildly.
Andrea sucked the thumb of her right foot, with an obscene slowness, as Luke sank his fingers a little deeper, sliding over the most sensitive, deepest, most forbidden spot.
Claudia was no longer Claudia.
She was just a bound, sweaty, panting body.
- "OH...OH MY GOD...I beg you...stop...you drive me crazy...not...not like this..."
Her hips were moving on their own.
Involuntarily they sought rhythm.
The frustration of pleasure mounted...but did not explode.
Luca would stop. He would come back up.
Just brushing against her.
Then in.
Then out again.
Andrea would suck. He licked the hollow under her fingers.
Each kiss a shot of fire in Claudia's already burned brain.
- "Ahnnn... no... no... you are monsters... ahh... you are destroying me..."
But the voice was no longer angry. It was no longer indignant.
It was full of shame. And desire.
Luca's fingers were now no longer slow.
They had picked up rhythm. Intensity. Precision.
A moist caress. A focused pressure.
Inside her briefs. Inside her.
- "Oh God ... oh God ... yes ... YES ..."
Claudia gasped, moans broken between her teeth.
Her hips moved on their own, desperately searching for that spot, that forbidden fruit, the threshold she had never dared cross...with anyone.
Andrea, kneeling at her feet, licked her fingers like a devoted lover.
No longer just games: real, sensual kisses, with his tongue dancing between her toes and along her arch.
Her left foot, which had trembled from tickling, now tensed with pleasure.
But then...
a new mouth.
Matthew.
Climbing onto the bed, he had moved closer to her neck.
His warm breath hit her skin, and then ...
her lips.
A slow kiss, along the side of her neck.
Then a tongue, trailing up, to behind her ear.
Claudia screamed.
But not in terror.
- "AHHh... m-me... you make me... crazy... PLEASE... make me come... I beg you... you are KILLING me..."
The veins in her neck tensed.
The wrists pulled.
Her belly tensed until it hurt.
Her hips heaved.
Luca's fingers continued to stimulate her with ruthless mastery.
Andrea increased the kisses, sucking gently.
Matthew licked her neck, her lobes, her throat.
Claudia was there. On the edge. One second. One second.
And then...
Everything stopped.
Silence.
The fingers withdrew.
Mouths pulled away.
No one touched her anymore.
Claudia gasped like a damned woman.
Then...the sound.
A click.
The electric toothbrush turned on again.
Matthew brought it straight to his flushed navel.
Andrea returned with his nails under his feet, scratching very lightly.
Luca, fingers now wet, slipped them under her bare armpits--and began to tickle her like never before.
- "NOOOOOOOO-AHAHAHHAHA-NOT NOW! PLEASE!"
The pleasure that mounted...was replaced by hysterical laughter. Cruel. Atrocious.
Claudia's body trembled in every fiber.
Tears came streaming out.
There was no more control.
Only tickling. Everywhere.
Three boys. Three stitches.
A body that was about to explode-now it was just a torment machine.
The neck. The armpits. The feet.
The navel, vibrated.
And Claudia burst into tears.
No more laughter.
Only real tears.
Sobs.
- "P-please...not...not like this...I beg you...I-I want to come...please..."
But the fingers continued.
The tickling was too much.
The pent-up excitement became real torture.
And Claudia, fallen queen, now-she was just a toy.
The bed was soaked.
The twisted sheets, wet with sweat, tears, saliva, humiliation.
Claudia lay there, bound, completely exposed.
Her arms stretched above her head, her legs spread apart, her feet firm and outstretched at her sides.
Her breathing was broken, her chest heaving jerkily, her cheeks streaked with tears.
Her eyes were half-closed.
She had thought it was over.
She had hoped.
Luca caressed her cheek. Sweet. Almost compassionate.
- "Shhh...it's all over, come on."
Andrea kissed her foot, tenderly this time.
Matthew adjusted her top, covering her bare breasts that just before they had looked at like a relic.
Claudia trembled.
A sob escaped her throat. Not from tickling. For relief.
- "Thank you...g-thank you...please...let me go..."
The voice was broken. Childlike.
There was no more pride. Just a broken woman.
But we knew it, Honey.
It was at that very moment,
when she let her defenses down, that you hit the hardest.
The same sound.
The damn electric toothbrush.
Turned back on.
Claudia jerked her eyes open.
Then the buzzing.
Then the fingers.
Then the laughter.
- "N-NO! NOT YET-AHAHAHAAH!!!"
Andrea, without saying a word, sat down at the foot of the bed and began to use two toothbrushes. One on each foot.
They were vibrating. They were shaking.
And Claudia was shaking with them.
Matthew, on the opposite side, was holding a feather.
He passed it under his chin. Then over his throat. Then under his arm. Then down between her ribs.
Luca...reinfolded her fingers.
But this time...
Not to give her pleasure.
To torment her.
Wet fingers. Quick movement. No caressing.
Frustrating stimulation that lit the fire but never gave the flame.
Claudia began to scream again.
- "I HATE YOUOOOO-AHAHAHAH-BASTAAAHH-YOU DRIVE ME CRAZYEEEE!!!"
The feet, taken by Andrea, sucked as they vibrated.
The navel, hit by another brushing.
The neck, kissed and licked by Matthew.
Luca's fingers, in and out, always there....
always a moment before...
And her...
ready. Warm. Moist. But unable to explode.
- "I WANT TO COME-FUCK ME-I BEG YOU-"
And there...
All three stop. Again.
-
Claudia screams. But no longer in pleasure.
She screams in desperation.
She screams.
- "BASTARDS!!!
I...HATE YOU...GOD!!! F-ME ENJOY ... OR ... KILL ME!!!"
-
But the game is not over.
Luca looks at her.
- "Say it. Say you're our tickle slut."
Matthew touches her with his tongue under her chin:
- "Say you are worthless without our fingers."
Andrea kisses her big toe:
- "Say it. Or we go back to licking you for hours. Without ever making you come."
Claudia sobs.
Her face humiliated. The trembling mouth.
Then...
she breaks down.
- "I-I am your slut ... your ***** ... do what you want to me ... but ...
I-I beg you...make me come..."
Claudia did not even know how much time had passed.
The sheets were soaked, her skin hot, her mind ... a field of ruins.
Bound.
Still.
Always bound.
Arms up, legs spread, feet exposed. A sensual and merciless cross.
The three boys, naked from the waist up, sweaty, no longer had the light smile of before.
Now they were methodical. Pure concentration.
They were there to make her explode. Without ever making her enjoy it.
Luca was the first.
His fingers returned between Claudia's folds, inside her now-wet panties.
Not gently, no.
With rhythm. With precision. With erotic ferocity.
Claudia moaned like a wounded animal.
- "No...no...Luca, I beg you...make me come...make me come..."
Matteo, above, had lowered himself to kiss her breasts, pulling her top even higher until it was almost ripped off.
He was licking her. He sucked her. He was biting her slowly.
And Claudia spasmed beneath him.
Andrea, once again, got to her feet. But this time not to tickle her.
To kiss them. To lick each finger with indecent slowness.
An act Claudia found horrifying--and irresistible.
- "NOOO...I beg you...stop....
you cannot...I am...I am...LEO'S MOTHER..."
A silence.
Then Luca, with a whisper:
- "You are no one anymore."
And the fingers sped up.
The precise spot, there where Claudia screamed soundlessly.
The pelvis lifted.
Veins tensed.
- "I-COME... I AM... I-COME...!!!"
And immediately, all hands ... stopped.
Again.
-
Claudia burst into violent sobs.
Not out of anger.
Out of despair.
- "IT'S NOT FAIR...IT'S NOT FAIROOOO....
I AM...A MOTHER...I BEG YOU...HAVE MERCY....
I'LL... I'LL... I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING... DO YOU WANT HOME? MONEY?
I WILL LICK YOUR FEET... CALL YOU MASTERS...
BUT PLEASE...LET ME COME..."
- "MAKE ME COME!!!"
His voice shattered.
It was just an empty sound. A wrapper.
Andrea moved closer to Claudia's face.
He caressed her wet cheeks.
He ran his thumb over her lips.
Then he whispered:
- "What if we told you...that you can come....
but only when you laugh for two hours straight?"
Claudia screamed. A broken scream.
And there, the sound.
CLICK.
The lit toothbrush.
Again.
Direct to the navel.
Toes to toes.
Hands under the armpits.
And Claudia.
- "NOOOOO-NOOOOOOOO AHAHHAHAHA-BASTA-
FAI-MI-GO-DE-REEEEEE!!!"
Time had disappeared.
All that remained in the room was the sound of labored breaths, the hum of toothbrushes, fingers on ribs, tongues on feet, and hands ... between legs.
Claudia was no longer really laughing.
She was sobbing and moaning in the same breath.
Her skin flushed, her lips dry, her body in an eternal vibration.
Matthew kissed her along her belly. He was licking her navel, sucking it, sticking his tongue in it.
Andrea was using two brushes, one for each foot, both on, as he sucked at a slow pace on her right big toe.
Luca, fingers between the intimate folds, massaged, teased, barely entered -- and then stopped.
And then, again.
Each time, Claudia would rise. Each time, she would fall.
- "PLEASEOOOO...MAKE...MAKE...MAKE ME COMEEEE!!!"
- "Say it. Say it all. What you would never say."
Claudia screamed.
She had no more modesty.
Dignity was ashes.
- "I AM YOUR SLUT...
MAKE ME COME LIKE A BITCH...USE ME...I WILL LICK YOUR FEET EVERY DAY...I WILL CALL YOU MASTERS...I WILL GIVE YOU MY ASS IF YOU ASK ME...BUT MAKE-ME-COMEEEE!!!"
And again.
Stop.
-
Her scream of pleasure turned into a void.
A gash in her soul.
A mute scream.
Then the tickle.
Immediate. Cruel. Coordinated.
Armpits, feet, belly.
All fingers. All the instruments.
Everything.
Against her.
Again.
- "AHAHAH-AHAHH-OH D-DIOOO-AAAAAH-AHAHA-NNNN-"
Then the collapse.
The sound died out.
Claudia could no longer speak.
Nor to laugh.
Only a continuous, drawling sound.
A guttural, hot, desperate wail.
Uuuuhhh... ahhnnn... mmmhh... nnnnnn...
The eyes open, but empty.
The mouth half-closed, trembling.
The body still tense, but now unable to react.
Matteo paused.
Luca looked down at his fingers.
Andrea let go of her foot, licking her lips.
Everyone looked at her.
And they understood.
Claudia was no longer there.
The one tied there was just a body.
A wrapper.
A mother reduced to flesh.
To unmet need.
To sound. To breath.
To emptiness.
A secluded, warm, sensual place.
And a weak point that will be discovered by chance... but that will mark the beginning of her downfall.
The villa was immersed in silence. Only the distant sound of cicadas and the warm wind brushing the curtains open broke the perfect stillness of the afternoon.
Claudia had arrived the day before. She wanted to get everything settled before her children, Leo and his younger sister, arrived, and with them the usual loud and irrepressible friends.
She had demanded to leave early, alone, to make sure that the rental house was in order, that the pool was clean, that the rooms were assigned as per her precise and punctilious plan.
As always, organization above all else.
She knew how to manage everything: business, children, service staff, men. No one ever told her what to do.
At thirty-eight, Claudia was a woman who accepted no objections.
In the real estate business, she was feared and respected, and in her private life, too...she stood up for herself.
Tall, with abundant but toned curves, legs sculpted by hours of exercise bike riding, coppery blond hair pulled back into a messy bun, and a face that alternated charm with coolness.
Her green eyes were as sharp as knives, and her breasts-prosperous, full, firm-often turned heads, but no one would ever allow themselves to take her lightly.
That morning she had decided to work out in the mansion's parlor.
Tight gray tank top, bra absent beneath the taut cotton, and black yoga shorts that left little to the imagination.
She had already worked up a sweat after ten minutes of squats and crunches, and lay down on the mat for a few deep breaths.
A small pause before returning to the checklist she had imposed on herself.
Claudia did not know - could not even imagine - that something was changing.
The son was not coming right away. Nor would her sister.
The message was clear: "We're stopping at Giulia's, coming in two days. You enjoy some relaxation, Mom."
Relax?
Claudia didn't know how to relax. And she certainly had no idea that-someone else was coming before Leo.
Claudia had just gotten out of the shower.
Steam was still wafting through the bathroom when she heard a dull noise from the front door.
- "Huh?" - she frowned, wrapped only in a cream-colored towel.
She walked toward the entrance, dripping, her legs shiny with water and her skin still flushed from the hot shower.
- "Claudiaaa!" - a male voice, young, cheerful, familiar.
- "What the hell..." - she paused, then opened the door. In front of her, three smiling faces.
Matthew, 19, dark eyes, disheveled hair, the always slightly defiant look.
Luca, 20, athletic build, quiet manner but firm tone.
Andrea, 18, the youngest, the most spontaneous, with that air of someone who laughs even when he shouldn't.
- "What are you doing here!" - she snapped, adjusting the towel that was threatening to slip.
- "Surprise! Leo told us we could join him here. But we found out he's coming later ... so we said, why not help you get everything ready?"
Claudia looked at them suspiciously. She was sweaty, naked underneath, alone in the house and in perfect disarray.
But the woman inside her never left room for panic.
- "Typical of my son. Come in, but don't touch anything without my permission."
The boys entered, each casting fleeting glances at Claudia's still damp body, at her tight hips, at the generous breasts pressed against the towel fabric.
The first few hours passed between commands, barbs and tension.
Claudia, once changed into a tight top and very short shorts, had been busy organizing spaces.
She was handing out orders like in the office: "Matteo, set up the beds. Luca, take the bags to the porch. Andrea, stop hanging around and wash those glasses for me."
But they were three boys, alone, and she was ... her.
Every step, every bend of the torso, every step climbed before them was an involuntary invitation, a silent message.
Until that moment.
The spark - The discovery
Late in the afternoon, as Claudia was trying to move a box full of towels, she stumbled slightly.
- "Hold on, I'll help you," Matteo said, ready to take the box from her.
In the movement, his hand barely grazed Claudia's bare hip, there where the top was lifting from sweat and movement.
Just a touch.
An immediate reaction.
- "Ah!" - Claudia made, with a sharp, involuntary jerk.
She turned her gaze toward Matteo as if he had done something serious. But her eyes were ... uncertain.
- "Are you all right?" - he asked, innocently.
- "Yes. Just ... you caught me off guard."
- "Really?" said Andrea, laughing. "It sounded more like...tickling."
Claudia stiffened. - "Don't be stupid."
And she strided off, pulling her top down, her face a little redder than usual.
The three boys looked at each other. A silence. An unspoken understanding.
One detail had escaped-but it had been noticed.
The mansion was quiet, almost sleepy. The sun was setting, dyeing the pale walls and light curtains orange.
Claudia had locked herself in the kitchen to prepare a salad and dictate - loudly - new instructions on tidying up the rooms.
Meanwhile, the three boys were on the terrace, sitting on lawn chairs.
Andrea was chewing on a peach, Luca was shaking his phone, Matteo was not.
Matteo was staring into space, but his gaze was alive.
- "Guys..."
- "Hmm?"
- "Did you see how she reacted when I touched her hip earlier?"
- "More than that. She looked...surprised. But also a little shaken, right?" said Andrea.
- "It was ticklish. Sure. One touch, and she jumped as if I had stung her."
Luca laughed, under his breath.
- "Are you saying that ... the witch commander-all ... is ticklish?"
- "I'm not sure...but I'd love to find out." Matthew lowered his voice, almost sensual. "Imagine her. Immobilized. Laughing. Pleading. Her."
Andrea swallowed, then laughed nervously. - "Oh God, yeah...that would be like...divine justice."
Luca became more serious instead.
- "Wait though. If it's true ... we have to do it intelligently. Another clear reaction. One more test. Then ... we can reason."
-
That night, at dinner, Claudia was back at it again.
Tight black top, bare shoulders, long skirt with a very high slit.
She looked like a woman out of a French movie: authoritative, charming, and unapproachable.
- "Have you all gotten lazy yet? Tomorrow morning wake up at 7 a.m., I want the wood sorted, the storeroom arranged, and the veranda cleaned."
- "Commander Claudia..." whispered Andrea as she took the dishes from the table.
She glowered at him. Matteo, meanwhile, came up behind her.
He was about to take a chair, and with a seemingly casual gesture he brushed Claudia's bare hip again, there where the skin was visible under the short top.
Claudia gasped. Louder than before.
This time she involuntarily slammed a hand on the table.
- "What do you think you're doing, Matteo?"
- "Oh, sorry-just a wrong move."
Claudia did not answer. But she lowered her gaze for a moment, as if she had lost for a second that coolness that distinguished her.
After dinner - The plan begins to take shape
The boys gathered in Leo's room, the one they would share.The lamplight was dim, the curtains moved by the wind.
- "It's clear. He's ticklish. But a lot."
- "What if we test her? A challenge. Something fun, innocent--then it escalates."
- "Like what?"
- "Like ... game of truth. But physical. A joke. A contact. And let's see if we can get her foot. Or, uh, her armpits."
Andrea laughed.
- "God, if I can touch her underfoot I swear I'll die happy."
- "We destroy her. But without forcing. Only with our fingers. Only if she falls into the game."
Luca nodded, serious.
- "This woman has been bossing us around for years. It's time she laughed a little."
Meanwhile, Claudia in her room.
She massaged her shoulders with a menthol cream. The mirror reflected back to her the image of a woman still perfect, dominant...and yet, that feeling.
The touch. Those small gestures.
She could still feel them on her skin.
A quiver, an irritation... a weakness.
- "Imbeciles..." he murmured. But his voice was no longer as confident as before.
The mansion was asleep.
It was late at night, and everything seemed still. The light curtains barely moved in the warm breeze, letting in a moonlight that caressed the white floors and furniture.
In the master bedroom, Claudia lay in the large double bed, asleep for at least an hour.
She had left the door ajar, certain - as always - that she was in control of everything.
She slept lying on her stomach, her arms spread above her head, a position she would never have dared to assume in front of anyone.
She wore only a thin gray cotton top, which adhered to her bare breasts underneath, and a black culotte made of shiny fabric, invisible between the light sheets.
Her legs barely moved, one bent, the other spread. Her bare feet sprouted free, relaxed, toes open.
Under the soft light, Claudia was a perfect vision of vulnerable power.
A woman who knew no weakness -- but who now, in sleep, was helpless.
It was then that the door slowly opened.
Three shadows entered in silence.
Matthew, Luke, Andrew.
Coordinated, determined, excited.
One closed the door. One approached the bed. One took position at the foot.
Claudia breathed deeply. Her lips half-closed. The smooth forehead. No sign of alertness.
In dreams, perhaps she was still giving orders.
Matthew slowly climbed onto the bed, on his knees. He had in his hands an elastic training lace, long and flexible. He passed it around Claudia's wrists, with surgical calm, keeping an eye on her every slightest movement.
She barely moved. A whisper. But she did not wake up.
Andrea, at the foot of the bed, slipped two scarves under her ankles. Her hands were cold and light, and when she touched her left heel, she saw her toes twitch slightly.
A signal.
Luke moved to his sides, ready to settle the woman's arms against the wrought-iron headboard.
A knot. A second. The arms were stretched above her head, like outstretched wings.
Then the feet. Two knots tightly tied at the base of the bed.
It took exactly two and a half minutes.
And Claudia was completely tied.
Her arms outstretched, her wrists tied with a thick black lace to the headboard.
Her legs slightly spread, her feet pinned down with soft but strong scarves.
The body arched, suspended, completely exposed.
And then ... it happened.
A gasp.
A broken breath.
The eyelashes moved. The eyelids lifted.
Claudia opened her eyes.
There was a moment, a single second, when she did not understand.
The dark room, the ceiling, the sheet half over her body.
Then she tried to move.
And he couldn't.
- "What ... what ...?" - he whispered.
He pulled with his wrists. He arched up. He tried to close his legs.
Nothing.
Then he lowered his gaze.
He saw Matthew. He saw Andrea. He saw Luca.
And he understood.
- "What the fuck are you doing?" - he growled, his voice still laced with sleep and anger.
- "Good morning, Claudia."
- "Untie me. Now. What kind of fucking game is this?!"
But no one answered.
They just looked at her.
Observing her. Studying her.
Her feet exposed, her armpits bare, her belly barely exposed by the raised top.
Claudia could threaten, but at that moment ... the tone was no longer enough.
- "Andrea. If you touch me I swear-"
But Andrea was already tiptoeing to the end of the bed.
She reached out two fingers. She barely grazed the sole of her left foot.
Claudia jerked.
- "AH! No! Don't-"
A second touch.
Her fingers twitched.
A quiver ran up his leg.
Then silence.
Matthew smiled.
Luca moved closer to his right hip.
Andrea slid her fingers over her foot once more. Slower. Lighter.
And then it happened again.
A whisper. A broken smile. A trembling.
Claudia began to laugh.
Just a hint.
Just a small, desperate, involuntary....
- "Huh... heh... hhh-don't! DON'T!"
The voice broke into a half sob...and a laugh.
The silence was broken only by Claudia's labored breathing.
Bound. Pinned down. Her arms stretched above her head, her feet spread apart and clutched at the edge of the bed.
Her body completely at the mercy of three younger, stronger, more determined boys.
Claudia was trying to feign confidence, to regain control.
- "Untie me right now. This is no fun."
- "Sure?" murmured Matthew, who had climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on his knees above her, his torso bent forward.
- "You don't want to challenge me. If you do anything to me I swear to you-"
The words died in her throat.
Matthew ran two fingers, slow and light, just along the edge of his right armpit.
Just a touch.
Precise. Targeted.
Claudia's eyes widened.
- "N-Nnngh-!"
Her torso arched. Her legs pulled. Her feet twitched.
But she did not move an inch.
Another touch.
The other armpit, this time.
Symmetrical. Calculated.
- "AAah! What the c-ahahah-NO! FUCKING NO!"
Her voice broke into a sharp, unexpected, desperate first laugh.
Andrea, at the foot of the bed, began to slide her index finger along the arch of her left foot, heel to toe.
- "Look at this, Luca. The toes are closing on their own. It's like flipping a switch."
- "NOOO! Stop it! Don't touch me there! Don't-AHAHA-NO!"
Luke approached her right hip, and with two fingers began to trace small circles on the spot between her ribs and hip.
An area Claudia had never thought could be-so damn sensitive.
Her body began to tremble.
The laughter became real. Raw. Of panic.
- "AHAHAH-Not there! Please! AHAHAH-MATTEO! Bastard! STOP!"
But Matteo did not stop.
On the contrary. He moved closer still. The armpits were perfect so taut, and the skin was smooth, slick with sweat.
He used four fingers now. Two on each side. Quickly.
Claudia screamed.
Her face contorted. Her eyes closed. Her mouth opened.
The lips laughed. But the eyes-they begged.
- "AHHAHAHAH-PLEASE! STOP! I WILL KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO YOU-HAHAHAH-HATE YOU!"
Andrea switched to her right foot. He began to tease her toes, one by one.
While with his other hand he drew a line on the hollow behind her ankle.
Claudia was going crazy.
Her feet were on fire.
- "NOOooo ahahahhahaa NOT THE FOOTS PLEASE I CAN'T MAKE ITOO-AHAHAHAA."
Luke, now bolder, lifted the top just enough to show his sculpted belly, shiny with sweat.
He passed two fingers below the navel.
A scream.
A flicker.
A laugh broken by a royal sob.
- "AHahahhaahaaa oh D-God...NOT THAT! Not there! NOT THAT-AHHahahAHH!!!"
The bed was shaking.
Claudia was devastated.
Her threats no longer made sense.
Her face, contorted into a mask of pleasure and despair.
The dominant MILF was reduced to a body shaken by laughter, her armpits ravaged, her feet tormented, her belly betrayed by her own overly sensitive skin.
And the boys?
They were laughing.
Not out of malice, but out of excitement. Out of enjoyment. For revenge.
- "I knew you were fragile under that bitchy look," whispered Matthew.
- "She's shaking," said Andrea.
- "Do you want us to stop, Claudia? Just ask-without laughing," Luca added.
Claudia opened her eyes, shiny with tears.
She tried to speak.
And laughed. Again. Again.
Time seemed to stand still.
The sound of Claudia's desperate laughter hovered in the room, broken, broken, increasingly erratic.
Every fiber in her body struggled to resist. But the ropes were pulling, and her fingers would not stop.
Matthew continued to tickle her underarms, with quick, light fingers, sometimes changing pace just to confuse her.
Andrea, down at her feet, now alternated light caresses with targeted taps under her toes, his thumb pressing on the most sensitive points of her arch.
Claudia squirmed, but did not move.
She was pinned down.
But it was Luca who struck at the most sensitive spot.
He had been watching. Waited. And then, with a knowing look, he lifted Claudia's top even higher, uncovering her entire belly down to her lower ribs.
The skin glistened with sweat.
The navel, small, perfectly drawn, was exposed. Inviting.
- "Let's see ... how strong are you here, queen?" she whispered.
And he slipped his index finger in.
He did not sink in. He did not press hard.
He just made small circles inside her navel, with the tip of his finger wet with Claudia's own sweat.
It was like pressing a detonator.
- "NOOO! AHHH-AHAHAHAHHAH NO LUCA! PLEASE! NOT THE UMBILICUSOOH!!!"
- "Oh, how cute. Do you have a secret spot right here? What is it, your panic button?"
One finger in her belly button. Two fingers brushing her hips.
- "AHH-HAHAHAH-NO! I CAN'T! I CAN'T DO IT! I BEG YOU, PLEASE, PLEASE! LUCA, STOPAA!"
Claudia was going crazy.
She was laughing in fits and starts. She was bending with her hips, as if her pelvis wanted to escape from the bed.
But she was bound.
Completely.
- "Look at the way she's jumping, guys-she looks like a doll in shock!" laughed Andrea.
- "And to say this is the same one who was yelling at us this morning. Remember, Claudia, bring the glasses, Andrea." Now who's in charge, huh?"
- "I told you we'd make you laugh." Matteo was leaning over her, looking into her eyes. "And you haven't seen the worst of it yet."
- "AHhhHHAHAHHAH-please! VE-PLEASE! STOP! I-I CAN'T-I'M GOING CRAZY!"
Claudia pleaded. She. The woman who begs no one.
- "Say it. Say that you are ours."
- "I don't...AHAHAHHA DON'T SAY IT!"
Luca began to play with his tongue.
He bent his torso. He slowly descended to her belly.
The tip of his tongue entered the navel.
Claudia screamed. Again.
An almost erotic scream, but broken by laughter.
- "OH DIOOO NOO! AHAAHAHAH LUCA NOO! NOOOO! NOT WITH THE TONGUE! I CAN'T!!!"
Matteo returned violently to his armpits.
Andrea slid her fingers under his toes, barely scratching the sensitive skin.
Claudia's body trembled.
Her voice was no longer her own.
It was broken. She was defeated.
She was ... shredded.
- "You're giving up, huh?"
- "Are you wetting yourself with laughter, MILF?"
- "What is it like to feel helpless under mere fingers?"
Claudia sobbed between laughs.
Her muscles in spasm. Hands clenched into fists, pulling at the ropes with desperate force.
- "AHAHAHA-PLEASE DO ANYTHING, BUT STOP...STOPAA...NOT THE BELLY BUTTON! I BEG YOU...M-GIVE UP..."
Claudia's breathing was a whirlwind of laughter and sobs.
Her body pulsed with vibrations as every inch of skin yearned for a reprieve that did not come.
Then came the proposal.
Matthew communicated:
- "Guys ... I have an idea."
Andrea and Luca approached, intrigued.
- "What do you have in mind?" asked Luca, with an arrogant smile.
- "Let's get the electric toothbrush. I'll find it in the bathroom. I want to see her go crazy."
Andrea opened her eyes wide. - "Brilliant."
Claudia, still bent over, sobbed:
- "No! Please! No that...not..."
Matteo laughed softly. - "Promise anything you want, Claudia?"
She lifted her gaze, desperate, pleading.
- "Yes ... yes, anything. I swear. I swear to anything."
Mouth open, eye bright, voice trembling.
- "Well...let's go." Matthew walked out slowly, leaving her suspended in anticipation.
The moment was perfect.
He returned with the toothbrush, the handle cold and the humming barely pulsing.
Dim lights, atmosphere charged with anticipation.
- "That's it, Claudia. Just a moment ... and I'll really send you to heaven or hell."
Luca cast her a glance:
- "I can already see her ... with her body shaking, laughing, begging again."
Andrea added, smiling noisily:
- "Promise us again. Make a list of what you will give us."
Claudia, in a broken voice:
- "I'll give you what you want. House, car, the games. Anything."
The strings vibrated as she tried to speak.
- "Just...don't use it...please..."
Torture begins
Matthew brought the noisy little head close to Claudia's naked belly.
The buzzing became more intense.
Then he turned it on.
The initial tremor was instantaneous.
The vibrating wave of the toothbrush touched her navel for a moment--and her body jumped as if shaken by a jolt.
- "AHHH-AAAAHAAAAH!"
A loud, uncontrollable laugh rolled out violently.
Luca moved the toothbrush slowly over his ribs.
Andrea stroked his feet, but by now Claudia was shaking just from that deadly buzz.
- "Oh yes, baby...feel how it vibrates? Look at her! It's begging!"
- "Say it one more time...swear to me that you will do what we ask!"
Claudia sobbed, amid hysterical laughter:
- "Y-Yes! Yes, I give you everything! House, car...the games! I'll sponge you everything!"
But the laughter betrayed her.
Matthew moved the toothbrush to the other side of her navel, then down to her belly.
She burst into higher, almost maniacal laughter.
Her body all in spasms as the ropes held her down.
- "AHHHAHAHA-NOOO! I-I CAN'T DO IT!"
The promise came out with a last flicker of her voice.
- "We're listening-but for now, enjoy the vibration."
Luca nodded:
- "Do the vibration scales, let's go to the ribs!"
Matthew used the lightest pressure.
Andrea accelerated the stimulation to the feet.
Pleas became screams
Claudia, now trembling as if feverish, begged hopelessly:
- "Please ... please ... I will give you everything ... everything! Just...stop! Ahahaha!"
Lights flashed in his mind.
She laughed and cried.
Lost.
And it was amazing, her total surrender.
The buzzing of the toothbrush had ceased.
For a moment.
The silence seemed unreal after the chaos of hysterical laughter, screaming, and praying.
Claudia gasped, her torso rising and falling as if she had been running for hours.
Her cheeks red, her lips wet, her skin glistening with sweat.
She was shattered.
But bound. And therefore still...accessible.
Luca, standing beside her, watched her.
Her belly still taut. The top rose almost to below her breasts, hinting at the beginnings of those curves he had so far only imagined.
The navel, flushed from the vibrations, still seemed to throb.
She slid two fingers from her hip to her belly.
Claudia jerked, but she was too tired to really react.
Then his fingers went a little lower.
Not a direct touch, no.
But a graze on the inside of her thigh, slow, hinted at, but deliberate.
- "Luca..." whispered Claudia in a rough, broken voice.
- "Yes?"
- "P-please... stop... you have already... destroyed me..."
Luca smiled.
- "Really? A woman like you, knocked out by a few fingers?"
Then he let the tip of his finger slide across the fabric of the culottes, right on the edge of the side elastic.
Claudia's eyes widened again.
- "No...don't do that...not there..."
- "I'm just...touching where you can't see."
The fingers remained there. Leaning. Light. Obscene in their slowness.
Then a caress on the highest curve of the thigh, close, too close to that spot Claudia didn't even want to think could be violated.
- "Promise me you are ours now," he whispered.
- "I-I give you everything. Everything. But ... don't touch me there ... I can't ... I can't ..."
- "Oh Claudia...your body says something else."
Luca's fingers barely went up...grazing the seam between thigh and groin, going no further.
A most sensitive, private, humiliating spot.
Claudia squirmed in a different way.
It wasn't just tickling.
It was embarrassment. It was heat. It was shame.
- "AHh...fuck...no...stop! Don't do this to me..."
The voice was hoarse, low. And between her bound thighs, she felt a heat she did not want to confess.
Andrea and Matteo watched. In silence.
The MILF who had commanded them...now trembled at a touch just out of place.
Luca said nothing.
His gaze was low, fixed on her.
Her hands soft, her breathing deep.
And his fingertips rested on the shiny black fabric of Claudia's briefs.
They were wet.
From sweat, sure. But ... not only that.
He ran his finger along the crease that separated the seam of elastic from the center of her womanhood, with surgical slowness.
Over the fabric. Just over it.
But the gesture was precise.
A hint of pressure. A turn. A caress.
Claudia's body arched reflexively.
A deep breath.
Her lips parted.
And for the first time-no laughter. Just a long, hoarse, restrained moan.
- "Mhhnn..."
A sound he never wanted to make.
That he did not think possible in that situation.
Luca continued.
His fingers moved patiently, describing small circles, then vertical lines, slow, hot, all over the thin fabric of her briefs.
Claudia closed her eyes.
Her breathing became irregular.
And her mouth...opened.
- "N-no..." she whispered. But there was no more conviction.
Only voice. Only body.
Luca bent his face over her.
His warm breath hit her ear.
- "Do you like it, Claudia?"
No answer.
Just another caress.
And a violent quivering of her pelvis.
Matteo watched in silence, sitting on the side of the bed.
Andrea stared at the scene with wide eyes, lips slightly parted.
- "Christ ... the MILF is getting wet ..." whispered Andrea.
- "She's enjoying it with a finger over her panties..."
Claudia opened her eyes, shining.
- "I...I don't..."
But Luca barely increased the pressure.
It was a precise, slow movement, creeping right along the center crease.
The fabric was so thin he could feel it throbbing under his fingers.
- "Say it, Claudia..."
- "Say you like it. Say you want us."
- "Or do you want us to stop? Huh?"
Claudia's cheeks were red, wet with tears, sweat -- and something else.
Her hips were barely moving. Voluntary? Involuntary? It didn't matter anymore.
- "Mhhn...don't stop..."
A whispered phrase. A shameful whisper. But clear.
Matthew heard it. Andrea paled. Luca smiled.
- "Bravo. Finally you say it. Finally you give up."
And Luca's hand continued.
Over the briefs. Nothing more. But all that was needed.
The room was saturated with smells.
Sweat. Skin. Excitement.
Claudia could no longer think.
Every breath was a sigh. Each gasp, a betrayal of her own body.
Her arms, stretched above her head, trembled. Her feet, still tied to the base of the bed, were barely kicking, seeking relief, or perhaps ... seeking something she did not want to confess.
Luca stood beside her, sitting with one leg bent over the bed.
His hand was still there, over the black fabric of her briefs.
But now ... he was slipping underneath.
Slowly.
With exasperating slowness.
Her fingers crept between the elastic and the skin.
Claudia opened her eyes wide.
- "N-no...no Luca...not..."
But her voice had no more strength.
Luca entered.
Just two fingers. Just a hint. But her temperature hit him like a jolt.
She was warm. Wet. Pulsating.
- "Holy..." murmured Luke, unable to contain himself.
His fingers barely slipped over her intimate folds, tracing slow lines, moistened by desire she herself did not want to admit.
Claudia bit her lip.
Her eyes closed. Her face distraught.
And at that very instant, Andrea, at the foot of the bed, began kissing her feet.
Slowly.
First the toes, one by one.
Then the arch, gentle, barely licking.
And Claudia exploded.
- "NNghh... ahh... N-NO... OH GOD... please NOOO..."
Her body rose in a perfect arc, held only by the ropes.
One finger inside her. Two lips on her feet.
And her heart beating wildly.
Andrea sucked the thumb of her right foot, with an obscene slowness, as Luke sank his fingers a little deeper, sliding over the most sensitive, deepest, most forbidden spot.
Claudia was no longer Claudia.
She was just a bound, sweaty, panting body.
- "OH...OH MY GOD...I beg you...stop...you drive me crazy...not...not like this..."
Her hips were moving on their own.
Involuntarily they sought rhythm.
The frustration of pleasure mounted...but did not explode.
Luca would stop. He would come back up.
Just brushing against her.
Then in.
Then out again.
Andrea would suck. He licked the hollow under her fingers.
Each kiss a shot of fire in Claudia's already burned brain.
- "Ahnnn... no... no... you are monsters... ahh... you are destroying me..."
But the voice was no longer angry. It was no longer indignant.
It was full of shame. And desire.
Luca's fingers were now no longer slow.
They had picked up rhythm. Intensity. Precision.
A moist caress. A focused pressure.
Inside her briefs. Inside her.
- "Oh God ... oh God ... yes ... YES ..."
Claudia gasped, moans broken between her teeth.
Her hips moved on their own, desperately searching for that spot, that forbidden fruit, the threshold she had never dared cross...with anyone.
Andrea, kneeling at her feet, licked her fingers like a devoted lover.
No longer just games: real, sensual kisses, with his tongue dancing between her toes and along her arch.
Her left foot, which had trembled from tickling, now tensed with pleasure.
But then...
a new mouth.
Matthew.
Climbing onto the bed, he had moved closer to her neck.
His warm breath hit her skin, and then ...
her lips.
A slow kiss, along the side of her neck.
Then a tongue, trailing up, to behind her ear.
Claudia screamed.
But not in terror.
- "AHHh... m-me... you make me... crazy... PLEASE... make me come... I beg you... you are KILLING me..."
The veins in her neck tensed.
The wrists pulled.
Her belly tensed until it hurt.
Her hips heaved.
Luca's fingers continued to stimulate her with ruthless mastery.
Andrea increased the kisses, sucking gently.
Matthew licked her neck, her lobes, her throat.
Claudia was there. On the edge. One second. One second.
And then...
Everything stopped.
Silence.
The fingers withdrew.
Mouths pulled away.
No one touched her anymore.
Claudia gasped like a damned woman.
- "Nn-no...why...why?!"
- "Why did you think we would give it to you like that?" whispered Luca.
- "You are ours. You don't decide--when you come."
Then...the sound.
A click.
The electric toothbrush turned on again.
Matthew brought it straight to his flushed navel.
Andrea returned with his nails under his feet, scratching very lightly.
Luca, fingers now wet, slipped them under her bare armpits--and began to tickle her like never before.
- "NOOOOOOOO-AHAHAHHAHA-NOT NOW! PLEASE!"
The pleasure that mounted...was replaced by hysterical laughter. Cruel. Atrocious.
Claudia's body trembled in every fiber.
Tears came streaming out.
There was no more control.
Only tickling. Everywhere.
Three boys. Three stitches.
A body that was about to explode-now it was just a torment machine.
- "HAHAHAAA-YOU DENIED ME ... L-L ORGASM ... YOU ARE ... YOU ARE DEMONS ..."
- "Say you deserve this, Claudia."
- "Say you're just a bound MILF who laughs and cries."
- "Watch how you squirm, you arrogant little bitch..."
The neck. The armpits. The feet.
The navel, vibrated.
And Claudia burst into tears.
No more laughter.
Only real tears.
Sobs.
- "P-please...not...not like this...I beg you...I-I want to come...please..."
But the fingers continued.
The tickling was too much.
The pent-up excitement became real torture.
And Claudia, fallen queen, now-she was just a toy.
The bed was soaked.
The twisted sheets, wet with sweat, tears, saliva, humiliation.
Claudia lay there, bound, completely exposed.
Her arms stretched above her head, her legs spread apart, her feet firm and outstretched at her sides.
Her breathing was broken, her chest heaving jerkily, her cheeks streaked with tears.
Her eyes were half-closed.
She had thought it was over.
She had hoped.
Luca caressed her cheek. Sweet. Almost compassionate.
- "Shhh...it's all over, come on."
Andrea kissed her foot, tenderly this time.
Matthew adjusted her top, covering her bare breasts that just before they had looked at like a relic.
Claudia trembled.
A sob escaped her throat. Not from tickling. For relief.
- "Thank you...g-thank you...please...let me go..."
The voice was broken. Childlike.
There was no more pride. Just a broken woman.
But we knew it, Honey.
It was at that very moment,
when she let her defenses down, that you hit the hardest.
? The second hell
CLICK.The same sound.
The damn electric toothbrush.
Turned back on.
Claudia jerked her eyes open.
Then the buzzing.
Then the fingers.
Then the laughter.
- "N-NO! NOT YET-AHAHAHAAH!!!"
Andrea, without saying a word, sat down at the foot of the bed and began to use two toothbrushes. One on each foot.
They were vibrating. They were shaking.
And Claudia was shaking with them.
Matthew, on the opposite side, was holding a feather.
He passed it under his chin. Then over his throat. Then under his arm. Then down between her ribs.
Luca...reinfolded her fingers.
But this time...
Not to give her pleasure.
To torment her.
Wet fingers. Quick movement. No caressing.
Frustrating stimulation that lit the fire but never gave the flame.
Claudia began to scream again.
- "I HATE YOUOOOO-AHAHAHAH-BASTAAAHH-YOU DRIVE ME CRAZYEEEE!!!"
The feet, taken by Andrea, sucked as they vibrated.
The navel, hit by another brushing.
The neck, kissed and licked by Matthew.
Luca's fingers, in and out, always there....
always a moment before...
And her...
ready. Warm. Moist. But unable to explode.
- "I WANT TO COME-FUCK ME-I BEG YOU-"
And there...
All three stop. Again.
-
Claudia screams. But no longer in pleasure.
She screams in desperation.
She screams.
- "BASTARDS!!!
I...HATE YOU...GOD!!! F-ME ENJOY ... OR ... KILL ME!!!"
-
But the game is not over.
Luca looks at her.
- "Say it. Say you're our tickle slut."
Matthew touches her with his tongue under her chin:
- "Say you are worthless without our fingers."
Andrea kisses her big toe:
- "Say it. Or we go back to licking you for hours. Without ever making you come."
Claudia sobs.
Her face humiliated. The trembling mouth.
Then...
she breaks down.
- "I-I am your slut ... your ***** ... do what you want to me ... but ...
I-I beg you...make me come..."
Claudia did not even know how much time had passed.
The sheets were soaked, her skin hot, her mind ... a field of ruins.
Bound.
Still.
Always bound.
Arms up, legs spread, feet exposed. A sensual and merciless cross.
The three boys, naked from the waist up, sweaty, no longer had the light smile of before.
Now they were methodical. Pure concentration.
They were there to make her explode. Without ever making her enjoy it.
Luca was the first.
His fingers returned between Claudia's folds, inside her now-wet panties.
Not gently, no.
With rhythm. With precision. With erotic ferocity.
Claudia moaned like a wounded animal.
- "No...no...Luca, I beg you...make me come...make me come..."
Matteo, above, had lowered himself to kiss her breasts, pulling her top even higher until it was almost ripped off.
He was licking her. He sucked her. He was biting her slowly.
And Claudia spasmed beneath him.
Andrea, once again, got to her feet. But this time not to tickle her.
To kiss them. To lick each finger with indecent slowness.
An act Claudia found horrifying--and irresistible.
- "NOOO...I beg you...stop....
you cannot...I am...I am...LEO'S MOTHER..."
A silence.
Then Luca, with a whisper:
- "You are no one anymore."
And the fingers sped up.
The precise spot, there where Claudia screamed soundlessly.
The pelvis lifted.
Veins tensed.
- "I-COME... I AM... I-COME...!!!"
And immediately, all hands ... stopped.
Again.
-
Claudia burst into violent sobs.
Not out of anger.
Out of despair.
- "IT'S NOT FAIR...IT'S NOT FAIROOOO....
I AM...A MOTHER...I BEG YOU...HAVE MERCY....
I'LL... I'LL... I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING... DO YOU WANT HOME? MONEY?
I WILL LICK YOUR FEET... CALL YOU MASTERS...
BUT PLEASE...LET ME COME..."
- "MAKE ME COME!!!"
His voice shattered.
It was just an empty sound. A wrapper.
Andrea moved closer to Claudia's face.
He caressed her wet cheeks.
He ran his thumb over her lips.
Then he whispered:
- "What if we told you...that you can come....
but only when you laugh for two hours straight?"
Claudia screamed. A broken scream.
And there, the sound.
CLICK.
The lit toothbrush.
Again.
Direct to the navel.
Toes to toes.
Hands under the armpits.
And Claudia.
- "NOOOOO-NOOOOOOOO AHAHHAHAHA-BASTA-
FAI-MI-GO-DE-REEEEEE!!!"
Time had disappeared.
All that remained in the room was the sound of labored breaths, the hum of toothbrushes, fingers on ribs, tongues on feet, and hands ... between legs.
Claudia was no longer really laughing.
She was sobbing and moaning in the same breath.
Her skin flushed, her lips dry, her body in an eternal vibration.
Matthew kissed her along her belly. He was licking her navel, sucking it, sticking his tongue in it.
Andrea was using two brushes, one for each foot, both on, as he sucked at a slow pace on her right big toe.
Luca, fingers between the intimate folds, massaged, teased, barely entered -- and then stopped.
And then, again.
Each time, Claudia would rise. Each time, she would fall.
- "PLEASEOOOO...MAKE...MAKE...MAKE ME COMEEEE!!!"
- "Say it. Say it all. What you would never say."
Claudia screamed.
She had no more modesty.
Dignity was ashes.
- "I AM YOUR SLUT...
MAKE ME COME LIKE A BITCH...USE ME...I WILL LICK YOUR FEET EVERY DAY...I WILL CALL YOU MASTERS...I WILL GIVE YOU MY ASS IF YOU ASK ME...BUT MAKE-ME-COMEEEE!!!"
- "Hey, Leo's mom..." whispered Luca.
- "You've really become our toy."
- "I AM YOUR TOY! YOUR MAT! YOUR TICKLE PUPPET!"
- "STOP DENYING ME...I BEG YOU....
And again.
Stop.
-
Her scream of pleasure turned into a void.
A gash in her soul.
A mute scream.
Then the tickle.
Immediate. Cruel. Coordinated.
Armpits, feet, belly.
All fingers. All the instruments.
Everything.
Against her.
Again.
- "AHAHAH-AHAHH-OH D-DIOOO-AAAAAH-AHAHA-NNNN-"
Then the collapse.
The sound died out.
Claudia could no longer speak.
Nor to laugh.
Only a continuous, drawling sound.
A guttural, hot, desperate wail.
Uuuuhhh... ahhnnn... mmmhh... nnnnnn...
The eyes open, but empty.
The mouth half-closed, trembling.
The body still tense, but now unable to react.
Matteo paused.
Luca looked down at his fingers.
Andrea let go of her foot, licking her lips.
Everyone looked at her.
And they understood.
Claudia was no longer there.
The one tied there was just a body.
A wrapper.
A mother reduced to flesh.
To unmet need.
To sound. To breath.
To emptiness.
