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Chapter 3: Victoria’s Surrender
The dorm room vibrated with the chaotic energy of Halloween night over Victor’s exhausted form. Sprawled on the bed, his French maid costume disheveled, Victor’s blond wig clung haphazardly to his sweat-dampened forehead. The leather belts still bound his ankles and knees, the sheer nylon stockings glistened under the dim glow. The vibrator, still strapped to his aching cock, buzzed sporadically, leaving him teetering on the edge of collapse. His muffled whimpers, stifled by the red ball gag, were drowned out by the drunken laughters of Oliver, Maggie and Lila.
Oliver staggered to his feet, clapping Chad on the shoulder with a sloppy grin. “Yo, Chad, we’re leaving you and your kinky roommate to sort this out,” he slurred, winking exaggeratedly. “Bet you’ve been waiting to have this maid all to yourself, huh?”
Maggie giggled, tugging Lila toward the door. “Yeah, let’s hit the next party. These two clearly need some… alone time.” Lila’s emerald eyes lingered on Victor, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she sauntered out. The door slammed shut, leaving the room oppressively quiet, save for Victor’s ragged breaths and the vibrator’s faint hum.
Chad rose from his bed, his smirk sharp and predatory as he loomed over Victor. Victor’s muffled protests were weak, his body exhausted from the edging vibrator and the maddening tickling. Chad reached down, his fingers brushing Victor’s cheek as he unfastened the gag, pulling it free with a wet pop. Drool glistened on Victor’s chin, and he gasped, his voice hoarse. “P...please, Chad, untie me. I… I can’t take this anymore. I’m done.”
Chad chuckled, low and cruel, crouching to meet Victor’s pleading eyes. “Done? Oh, Victor, or I shall call you Victoria, you’re just what I’ve been looking for. A perfect little submission girlfriend, all tied up and ready to please.” He paused, his hand trailing down Victor’s nylon-clad thigh, making him flinch. “Look at you, dressed like a slutty maid, squirming for me. You love this, don’t you?”
Victor’s heart pounded, a mix of fear and unwanted arousal spiking through him. “No, Chad, I’m not… I don’t want that. Just let me go, please!” His voice cracked, but the vibrator’s sudden buzz made him whimper, his hips twitching involuntarily.
“First things first, where’s the key to those cuffs?” Victor clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head. “I’m not telling you.”
Chad’s hand moved, wrapping around Victor’s cock, stroking slowly, deliberately, while his other hand skittered across Victor’s nylon-clad soles, tickling slowly. Victor’s defiance crumbled under the dual assault. “Stop....fuck, stop!” he ordered, but his words dissolved into moans as the vibrator surged, Chad’s strokes growing firmer. Laughter erupted, high and frantic, as Chad’s nails scribbled across his soles. “Oh God, please, I can’t....hahaha....just stop!” His body thrashed, trying to escape the tickling, the stroking, the relentless edging, but the bonds held tight.
“Tell me where the key is, Victoria,” Chad murmured, voice velvet and cruel. “Or I’ll keep this up until you’re crying.” “Under… under your pillow,” Victor gasped, tears prickling his eyes as the tickling intensified, his feet hypersensitive from the powder. Chad’s fingers were relentless, scraping along his arches, making him buck and plead. “Please, stop!”
Chad smirk. "Did you do all this for me? Got yourself all tied up and pretty, just waiting for your roommate to find you?” Chad grabbed the high heels, still dusted with itching powder, and knelt before Victor. “Let’s get these back on, shall we?” He slid the heels onto Victor’s twitching feet, the powder reigniting the maddening tingle against his nylon-clad soles. Victor whimpered, his toes curling uselessly inside the tight shoes. Chad stood, looming over him, and picked up the vibrator remote, cranking it to a slow, torturous pulse.
“Up you go,” Chad said, helping Victor to his feet. The belts still bound ankles and knees, forcing tiny, mincing steps. "Fetch the key from my bed like a good maid. Slowly, Victoria. I want to enjoy the show."
Victor shuffled forward, his bound legs making every movement a humiliating waddle. The heels pinched, the powder itched relentlessly, sending involuntary twitches up his calves. Chad followed close behind, his breath hot on Victor's neck. "Look at that ass swaying in that tiny skirt, perfect for a maid. Bend over a little more when you reach the bed; show me those stockinged thighs. Imagine if the whole dorm saw you like this, mincing around with your itchy little feet, begging for a scratch you can't reach."
Victor's face burned beneath the heavy makeup, his cock stirring traitorously against the vibrator's sheath. "S...stop talking like that," he muttered, but his voice cracked as another itch-fueled spasm made him stumble.
Chad chuckled, giving Victor's frilly apron a playful tug. "Or what? You'll clean up your act? Speaking of....maybe you should wear this outfit every day. My personal maid, Victoria, dusting in those heels, vacuuming on your knees, your nylon feet all powdered and twitchy while I watch. You'd love it, wouldn't you? Serving your roommate like a good girl."
Finally at the bed, Victor fumbled behind his back, grasping the key and turning with a glimmer of hope. "Got it, now unlock me!"
Chad snatched it away effortlessly. "Cute try." With a shove, he pushed Victor face-down onto the bed, the maid skirt flipping up to expose his lacy panties and stockinged legs. Victor struggled, but Chad was stronger, quickly unbuckling the belts only to retie them tighter: spreading Victor's ankles to the bedposts, and locking his re-cuffed wrists above his head to the headboard. Victor was splayed eagle, helpless and exposed.
"Time for more fun," Chad said, forcing the red ball gag back into Victor's mouth, buckling it snug. Muffled moans were all Victor could manage as Chad retrieved the vibrator remote, flicking it to a random pulsing setting. The device hummed to life against Victor's cock, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through his overstimulated body. His hips bucked, the powdered heels scraping the sheets as his feet twitched madly.
Chad straddled Victor's thighs, leaning in close. "You know what I'm gonna do with this powder, Victoria? Find Lila. Slip it into her cute little boots or those fishnet stockings she loves. Imagine it: your dream girl, squirming just like you, her perfect feet itching uncontrollably. She'd kick off her shoes, giggling and begging, her toes curling in those nets while I tickle her soles. 'Chad, stop!! It tickles so bad!' she'd laugh, but she'd be wet, just like you're hard right now."
Victor's eyes widened behind the wig's stray strands, his muffled protests turning to whimpers as the vivid image flooded his mind: Lila writhing, her sultry voice breaking into ticklish pleas, powder driving her mad. The vibrator pulsed harder in response to his arousal, Chad cranking it up a notch. "See? You're throbbing at the thought. Cum for me, Victoria, cum imagining Lila's itchy, ticklish torment."
Victor fought it, shaking his head, but the combination was too much: the gag silencing him, the bonds holding him spread, the heels' powder making his nylon feet dance, the vibrator's relentless tease, and Chad's whispered fantasies painting Lila in exquisite agony. His body tensed, a garbled cry escaping the gag as he came hard, spilling helplessly, waves of humiliated ecstasy crashing over him while Chad watched with a satisfied grin.
"That's my girl," Chad murmured, pocketing the key and powder vial. He grabbed a black sleep mask from the nightstand: Victor's own blindfold from past games, and slipped it over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. "Stay put and think about Lila. I'll be back with stories."
The door clicked shut, leaving Victor bound, gagged, blindfolded, and spent on the bed, the vibrator humming low, the powder itching endlessly, his mind lost in forbidden visions of Lila's powdered plight.
The end.
The dorm room vibrated with the chaotic energy of Halloween night over Victor’s exhausted form. Sprawled on the bed, his French maid costume disheveled, Victor’s blond wig clung haphazardly to his sweat-dampened forehead. The leather belts still bound his ankles and knees, the sheer nylon stockings glistened under the dim glow. The vibrator, still strapped to his aching cock, buzzed sporadically, leaving him teetering on the edge of collapse. His muffled whimpers, stifled by the red ball gag, were drowned out by the drunken laughters of Oliver, Maggie and Lila.
Oliver staggered to his feet, clapping Chad on the shoulder with a sloppy grin. “Yo, Chad, we’re leaving you and your kinky roommate to sort this out,” he slurred, winking exaggeratedly. “Bet you’ve been waiting to have this maid all to yourself, huh?”
Maggie giggled, tugging Lila toward the door. “Yeah, let’s hit the next party. These two clearly need some… alone time.” Lila’s emerald eyes lingered on Victor, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she sauntered out. The door slammed shut, leaving the room oppressively quiet, save for Victor’s ragged breaths and the vibrator’s faint hum.
Chad rose from his bed, his smirk sharp and predatory as he loomed over Victor. Victor’s muffled protests were weak, his body exhausted from the edging vibrator and the maddening tickling. Chad reached down, his fingers brushing Victor’s cheek as he unfastened the gag, pulling it free with a wet pop. Drool glistened on Victor’s chin, and he gasped, his voice hoarse. “P...please, Chad, untie me. I… I can’t take this anymore. I’m done.”
Chad chuckled, low and cruel, crouching to meet Victor’s pleading eyes. “Done? Oh, Victor, or I shall call you Victoria, you’re just what I’ve been looking for. A perfect little submission girlfriend, all tied up and ready to please.” He paused, his hand trailing down Victor’s nylon-clad thigh, making him flinch. “Look at you, dressed like a slutty maid, squirming for me. You love this, don’t you?”
Victor’s heart pounded, a mix of fear and unwanted arousal spiking through him. “No, Chad, I’m not… I don’t want that. Just let me go, please!” His voice cracked, but the vibrator’s sudden buzz made him whimper, his hips twitching involuntarily.
“First things first, where’s the key to those cuffs?” Victor clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head. “I’m not telling you.”
Chad’s hand moved, wrapping around Victor’s cock, stroking slowly, deliberately, while his other hand skittered across Victor’s nylon-clad soles, tickling slowly. Victor’s defiance crumbled under the dual assault. “Stop....fuck, stop!” he ordered, but his words dissolved into moans as the vibrator surged, Chad’s strokes growing firmer. Laughter erupted, high and frantic, as Chad’s nails scribbled across his soles. “Oh God, please, I can’t....hahaha....just stop!” His body thrashed, trying to escape the tickling, the stroking, the relentless edging, but the bonds held tight.
“Tell me where the key is, Victoria,” Chad murmured, voice velvet and cruel. “Or I’ll keep this up until you’re crying.” “Under… under your pillow,” Victor gasped, tears prickling his eyes as the tickling intensified, his feet hypersensitive from the powder. Chad’s fingers were relentless, scraping along his arches, making him buck and plead. “Please, stop!”
Chad smirk. "Did you do all this for me? Got yourself all tied up and pretty, just waiting for your roommate to find you?” Chad grabbed the high heels, still dusted with itching powder, and knelt before Victor. “Let’s get these back on, shall we?” He slid the heels onto Victor’s twitching feet, the powder reigniting the maddening tingle against his nylon-clad soles. Victor whimpered, his toes curling uselessly inside the tight shoes. Chad stood, looming over him, and picked up the vibrator remote, cranking it to a slow, torturous pulse.
“Up you go,” Chad said, helping Victor to his feet. The belts still bound ankles and knees, forcing tiny, mincing steps. "Fetch the key from my bed like a good maid. Slowly, Victoria. I want to enjoy the show."
Victor shuffled forward, his bound legs making every movement a humiliating waddle. The heels pinched, the powder itched relentlessly, sending involuntary twitches up his calves. Chad followed close behind, his breath hot on Victor's neck. "Look at that ass swaying in that tiny skirt, perfect for a maid. Bend over a little more when you reach the bed; show me those stockinged thighs. Imagine if the whole dorm saw you like this, mincing around with your itchy little feet, begging for a scratch you can't reach."
Victor's face burned beneath the heavy makeup, his cock stirring traitorously against the vibrator's sheath. "S...stop talking like that," he muttered, but his voice cracked as another itch-fueled spasm made him stumble.
Chad chuckled, giving Victor's frilly apron a playful tug. "Or what? You'll clean up your act? Speaking of....maybe you should wear this outfit every day. My personal maid, Victoria, dusting in those heels, vacuuming on your knees, your nylon feet all powdered and twitchy while I watch. You'd love it, wouldn't you? Serving your roommate like a good girl."
Finally at the bed, Victor fumbled behind his back, grasping the key and turning with a glimmer of hope. "Got it, now unlock me!"
Chad snatched it away effortlessly. "Cute try." With a shove, he pushed Victor face-down onto the bed, the maid skirt flipping up to expose his lacy panties and stockinged legs. Victor struggled, but Chad was stronger, quickly unbuckling the belts only to retie them tighter: spreading Victor's ankles to the bedposts, and locking his re-cuffed wrists above his head to the headboard. Victor was splayed eagle, helpless and exposed.
"Time for more fun," Chad said, forcing the red ball gag back into Victor's mouth, buckling it snug. Muffled moans were all Victor could manage as Chad retrieved the vibrator remote, flicking it to a random pulsing setting. The device hummed to life against Victor's cock, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through his overstimulated body. His hips bucked, the powdered heels scraping the sheets as his feet twitched madly.
Chad straddled Victor's thighs, leaning in close. "You know what I'm gonna do with this powder, Victoria? Find Lila. Slip it into her cute little boots or those fishnet stockings she loves. Imagine it: your dream girl, squirming just like you, her perfect feet itching uncontrollably. She'd kick off her shoes, giggling and begging, her toes curling in those nets while I tickle her soles. 'Chad, stop!! It tickles so bad!' she'd laugh, but she'd be wet, just like you're hard right now."
Victor's eyes widened behind the wig's stray strands, his muffled protests turning to whimpers as the vivid image flooded his mind: Lila writhing, her sultry voice breaking into ticklish pleas, powder driving her mad. The vibrator pulsed harder in response to his arousal, Chad cranking it up a notch. "See? You're throbbing at the thought. Cum for me, Victoria, cum imagining Lila's itchy, ticklish torment."
Victor fought it, shaking his head, but the combination was too much: the gag silencing him, the bonds holding him spread, the heels' powder making his nylon feet dance, the vibrator's relentless tease, and Chad's whispered fantasies painting Lila in exquisite agony. His body tensed, a garbled cry escaping the gag as he came hard, spilling helplessly, waves of humiliated ecstasy crashing over him while Chad watched with a satisfied grin.
"That's my girl," Chad murmured, pocketing the key and powder vial. He grabbed a black sleep mask from the nightstand: Victor's own blindfold from past games, and slipped it over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. "Stay put and think about Lila. I'll be back with stories."
The door clicked shut, leaving Victor bound, gagged, blindfolded, and spent on the bed, the vibrator humming low, the powder itching endlessly, his mind lost in forbidden visions of Lila's powdered plight.
The end.
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