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Hey there - since the Nail Biter is a novel series we thought we post some of the writing to give folks a taste of what the series contains. We wanted to include something hot and wicked that was early enough in the series so that folks could still kinda figure out what was going on in the story.
So here is the first of two chapters that we intend to share with you. If you haven't checked out The Nail Biter Part 1 of 3: Orientation, please give this a read and let us know what you think.
- Bandito
TAKEN
CHAPTER PREVIEW: TAKEN (From The Nail Biter Part 1 of 3: Orientation)
A Bounce Chix Novel
Story by Bandito
Editing by AnnieHall
A sharp smack to her face brought Hailey’s eyes fluttering back to the light.
The fogginess in her mind was gone. Through teary blinking eyes, Hailey tried to soak in the scene before her and do her best to keep from screaming.
Dimly lit metal doors cast diabolical shadows now. Like the room had transformed to show it’s true nature and the dark heart of those inside it. That damn drip drip from the showers pounded wet booms against the drains, confirming they were still in the stinky damp icky locker room. Meena was smiling viciously, sitting directly in front of her, twisting a gym towel in her hands with open malice twinkling in her eyes. Hailey had a sweat sock stuffed so far down her throat that she had to fight not to gag. And what really sucks is that those were the cheeriest aspects of her current situation. It got worse from there.
Much worse.
Hailey’s arms were tied so tightly above her head that the tape was already starting to rub her wrists raw. The majority of her clothes were heaped in a pile on the ground. Sliced to ribbons. Apparently Meena had cut them off. All Hailey had for comfort now was her thin white silk cami top which barely came down to her mid-belly and a lacy pair of white panties. Her bare legs knelt down on an unforgiving wooden bench, with row after row of duct tape binding her calves in place.
Meena sat between her spread legs, forcing the captive brunette to straddle her. More tape wrapped tightly around her face, holding the disgusting sweat sock against her gag reflex. Hailey’s eyes watered from the bitter taste in her mouth, from the stinging pain of being slapped awake, and from the brutal mix of betrayal, resentment, and growing terror.
The venomous beauty between her legs looked just as deadly as she did ravishing. Her long black hair mingled with the black skin-tight turtle neck and down to her black slacks. The darkness highlighted the only part of her with any detail. Her face.
Gray eyes shimmered in what can only be described as succulent avarice. The tan warmth of her flawless skin seemed so out of place against the cold cruelty of her demeanor. Her full lips parted into a vengeful smile. And she held up a towel, drying the tear that cascaded down Hailey’s cheek.
“It’s about time you woke up,” Meena broke the silence. “That little shot I gave you put you out much longer than your friends.”
“HmmmPFK,” Hailey tried to respond, realizing that making any noise just made her sock-gag hurt twice as badly.
“We soaked some of the towels in the room with a new inhalant anesthesia I’ve been working on,” Meena continued, savouring each second. “I call it Valoflourane. Renders a person unconscious in under a few minutes. Pretty smart, huh?”
Hailey glared at the buxom brunette nestled inside her thighs. If looks could kill, Meena would be three different kinds of dead by now.
“That’s one of the things I want to talk to you about tonight, Hailey,” Meena continued tossing the towel into the darkness. “You see...we’re the smart one’s here at Haven. Not you. And not your bitchy fucking friends.”
Hailey felt another tear slip down her face, as the tape burned her skin, and her ribs ached from the stretch of her body. Hailey had been through her own share of school yard bullshit...but never anything like this.
“We’re going to give you and your friends a pretty new hair cut tonight to remind you that Haven isn’t the place for you,” Meena
leaned her face close to Hailey’s, holding up a barber’s clippers.
“That’s how we reward perfect Hayden bitches like you.”
Hailey violently thrust her forehead at Meena’s face in the most defiant gesture she could think of. The dark brunette winced just in time to smell the beautiful fragrance of Hailey’s flowing hair slapping her face, avoiding a broken nose by about an inch.
“Funny,” Meena glared, her face growing crimson in barely-controlled disdain. Regaining control, she leaned to Hailey’s side, away from another attack, and whispered in her ear. “You know what else is funny? What we’ve been doing to your friend, Jane.”
Hailey’s heart stopped in her chest.
Meena arched her back to the left, with a look of pure sadistic bliss. And one of the most painful sites of her life settled in on Hailey’s teary brown eyes.
Jane was lying on her stomach on a bench. Her arms were out in front
of her, strapped to the wood with row after row of duct tape.
Additional dull-grey straps of tape bound her calves and ankles to the top of the bench, leaving her small bare soles pointed up at the ceiling. A sweat-sock gag just like Hailey’s was crammed into her throat and held in place with more tape, pulling at her hair and stinging her skin. Tears flickered in her brilliant blue eyes. Her pride holding them back. But not for long.
Shreds of cloth that had once been her pants, socks, and her favorite jacket lay in a disrespectful pile on the white tiled floor. The only clothing Jane had left, aside from her adhesive bondage, was a tattered sweater that came down to her mid back and a tiny tiger- striped thong that slipped seductively between her perfect bare butt cheeks. Apparently they intended on making her walk home half-naked when they were through with her. But from the look of it being shy was just about the least of Jane’s worries right now. What ever they had been doing to her, it was showing in the red flush of her face and the hint of agony in her eyes.
Sierra sat on Jane’s naked thighs, looking viciously radiant. Her long dirty blonde hair cascaded down her charcoal tank top, which proudly displayed her firm muscular figure. Her hazel eyes shone in wicked joy, and she stuck out her tongue in a playful gesture of concentration. Navy sweat pants hung low on her hips, revealing glimpses of tan freckled skin at her waist. Huge beach walks barely held on to her gigantic feet as she planted the balls of her feet and prepared for impact.
“Ready, Janey?” Sierra inquired devilishly, catching Hailey’s eyes.
Jane growled into her gag, a mixture of genuine pain and death lust.
“Here comes another ‘pankin”.
With frightening strength, Sierra brought her hand down against Jane’s helpless ass in a ruthless spanking. And then without pause she did it again. And then again. Jane’s curvy cheeks glowed an aching pink, her tears flowing freely now from clamped eyes. Muffled sobs into her stinky sock revealing that this game had been going on for some time, and that tough Janey was getting pretty damn close to her breaking point.
“Awww, poor smarty pants,” Sierra taunted, rubbing Jane’s throbbing butt. “Want me to help you feel better?”
Before Jane could make a noise Sierra began to dance her long nails across Jane’s naked cheeks. Down her thighs. Raking her bare little soles. Husky screams drowned into the gag as Jane curled her toes and bounced on the rough bench in protest.
“Such a sensitive smart ass,” Sierra giggled, ripping hoarse cries from the tied vixen’s gagged mouth. “Now doesn’t this feel good?”
Sierra teased and taunted the squealing hotty, as each spanking and each tickle brought sweet Jane closer to hell.
Hailey watched in horror as Sierra repeated the spanking tickle pattern again. Twice. Each time eliciting more and more desperate
reactions from her friend, who was in unmistakable torment right now.
She wasn’t stopping. And Hailey was powerless to make her.
Screaming god’s most feared curses Hailey bucked madly against her own
chaffing tape bondage, trying to save Jane with an act of pure will.
But another devastating slap to her face brought her homicidal glare back to Meena’s mirthless smirk. And as Meena arched in the other direction, Hailey realized she had only discovered half of the painful truth.
Andi was tapped tightly to the other bench lying on her back, naked except for her teeny midriff sweater and her light blue sexy cotton panties. The same tape bound her calves and boots to the side of the bench and her wrists far over her head. Bright green eyes were hidden under Hailey’s own red scarf. And the now-obligatory sock gag was tapped deep into her cackling mouth. Locks of blonde hair, shining gold in the darkness, flung through the air as Andi clenched her torso against a relentless attack.
Mylie knelt on what was left of Andi’s slacks on the damp floor, her
dark wavy hair bouncing all the way down against the sliced fabric.
Undulating Latina curves expanded her grey hoody, and filled out her ripped jeans with sinful precision. The look of hatred that reflected in those black eyes didn’t match the luscious smile on those full lips. But when you saw the malicious deed her hands were committing, you would begin to understand.
Fiendish fingers strummed against Andi’s tight naked tummy, tickling her so viciously that the freckled blonde’s torso glowed a throbbing pink. Andi was laughing so hard into her cotton muzzle that tears
soaked the crimson blindfold and she choked in heaving confession.
Her lithe hips undulated in painful response to the hilarious concerto Mylie was playing against her sexy stomach muscles.
“You’re in such good shape,” Mylie chuckled in venomous envy, kneading Andi’s tight ribs with howling response. “That it makes the ticklishness even worse.”
Knowing thumbs squeezed the tender flesh above her hip bones, and a desperate tone joined her already hoarse squeals of agony. Andi was certainly no stranger to a ticklish touch. Her room mates often took advantage of the freckled nerd’s ticklish weakness - just as she took advantage of theirs. But this was no playful caress. No loving touch meant to titillate or tantalize.
This was pure spite. They would have chosen whatever torment produced the best results. And nothing they could have done to the gorgeous geek would have bent her body to their will the way Mylie’s wicked touch had.
“Teeckle teeckle, Andi,” Mylie varied her technique only enough to
create even more hysterical revelation for her pretty blonde rival.
“You don’t need a rest do you? No. You want me to tickle even harder, don’t you?”
“Yesss,” Mylie confirmed, prodding Andi’s clenched belly, causing waves of husky cries that elevated with each moment. “Now we’re talking.”
Searing pain swept across Hailey’s eyes as Meena delivered another hard slap to her face. Recapturing the brunette’s teary glare, Meena knowingly pulled up Hailey’s thin cami to right below her bountiful bosom.
“Oh don’t be sad,” Meena chided, confidently staring down her captured prey. “We’re just going to shave your pretty little heads, and teach you a friendly Haven lesson. This is our fucking school, Hailey. But before your new hair cut, there’s something I’m curious about...”
Meena continued to look Hailey right in the eye as she leaned slightly forward, letting her long nails rest on Hailey’s naked heels.
Hailey gritted her teeth in desperate determination, and held the dark vixen’s glare with bloody daggers in her brown eyes.
“I thought I overheard you and your friends saying something in Ms.
Staten’s lecture,” Meena giggled at the brunette’s defiance.
“Something about hating...to be...tickled?”
Careful scratches from Meena’s nails circled Hailey’s smooth upturned soles, her eyes glued to her victim, studying every delicious reaction.
“HFFF HFFFFFFF,” Hailey muffled, her throat clogged in post-exercise stench.
“Is it true?” Meena whispered carefully, scratching the smooth skin of Hailey’s pink feet with methodical attention. “Are you a little ticklish?”
“AHUFF HUFF HUFF,” Hailey blurted, begging her body to hold back the inevitable reactions. She, like her friends, was unbelievably ticklish. And it would only take another second before Meena had her squealing in laughter.
“Because if you laugh, Hailey?” Meena purred, slipping her deadly nails over the vulnerable flesh of Hailey’s big feet. “Then I am going to tickle. And tickle. And tickle you. Until you just die.”
It could have been the tone of her voice. Or the absolute helplessness of Hailey’s bondage. But when Meena began to lightly scrape all of her nails against the screamingly tender arches of her feet...Hailey erupted in howls of sock-drowned laughter.
“Uh oh,” Meena jeered in her most evil bedroom voice, dancing her long nails all over Hailey’s naked soles. “You asked for it. Now I have to tickle you, Hailey.”
Hailey tried to fight. God knows she did. But Meena’s expert touch
had her screaming in full-belly laughter into her stinky sweat sock.
She wanted to spit. She wanted to gnash her teeth in murderous hatred. But this dark temptress was actually forcing her to cackle hysterically as she humiliated her, and hurt her friends.
“Oh my,” Meena teased as she dug her nails into the buttery wrinkles of Hailey’s feet, tickling under her toes with ruthless joy. “Hailey, you are so much fun to tickle. I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
Sticky tape pulled at her wrists and burned her ankles, but all Hailey could do is laugh in helpless response to the skilful tickles on her bare soles. She saw Jane and Andi in her mind’s eye. Saw Sierra
still spanking Jane and then punishing her with unbearable touches.
Saw Andi bucking madly against the unwavering onslaught of Mylie’s fingers. It was the cruellest joke she could imagine. All she could do is squeal madly in response to the black-haired devil teasing her feet.
Bad turned to worse when Meena raised one hand to Hailey’s naked flank, and began plucking at her bare side while she continued to torture her poor arch with the other nails.
In a matter of minutes Hailey was in the same circle of hell as her friends were. Meena was a sensational tickler. Wicked and intuitive. She had Hailey bawling in laughter dancing her fingers inside her top to exploit her smooth under arms. Hailey scrunched her feet against the splintered wood, hoping the pain could distract her from the nails digging into her soles.
But it didn’t.
The only feeling ripping through her was the roaring response caused by ten long nails.
Stay Tuned for CHAPTER PREVIEW: THE SUMMONING (From The Nail Biter Part 1 of 3: Orientation)
Jim
MTJpub.com
So here is the first of two chapters that we intend to share with you. If you haven't checked out The Nail Biter Part 1 of 3: Orientation, please give this a read and let us know what you think.
- Bandito
TAKEN
CHAPTER PREVIEW: TAKEN (From The Nail Biter Part 1 of 3: Orientation)
A Bounce Chix Novel
Story by Bandito
Editing by AnnieHall
A sharp smack to her face brought Hailey’s eyes fluttering back to the light.
The fogginess in her mind was gone. Through teary blinking eyes, Hailey tried to soak in the scene before her and do her best to keep from screaming.
Dimly lit metal doors cast diabolical shadows now. Like the room had transformed to show it’s true nature and the dark heart of those inside it. That damn drip drip from the showers pounded wet booms against the drains, confirming they were still in the stinky damp icky locker room. Meena was smiling viciously, sitting directly in front of her, twisting a gym towel in her hands with open malice twinkling in her eyes. Hailey had a sweat sock stuffed so far down her throat that she had to fight not to gag. And what really sucks is that those were the cheeriest aspects of her current situation. It got worse from there.
Much worse.
Hailey’s arms were tied so tightly above her head that the tape was already starting to rub her wrists raw. The majority of her clothes were heaped in a pile on the ground. Sliced to ribbons. Apparently Meena had cut them off. All Hailey had for comfort now was her thin white silk cami top which barely came down to her mid-belly and a lacy pair of white panties. Her bare legs knelt down on an unforgiving wooden bench, with row after row of duct tape binding her calves in place.
Meena sat between her spread legs, forcing the captive brunette to straddle her. More tape wrapped tightly around her face, holding the disgusting sweat sock against her gag reflex. Hailey’s eyes watered from the bitter taste in her mouth, from the stinging pain of being slapped awake, and from the brutal mix of betrayal, resentment, and growing terror.
The venomous beauty between her legs looked just as deadly as she did ravishing. Her long black hair mingled with the black skin-tight turtle neck and down to her black slacks. The darkness highlighted the only part of her with any detail. Her face.
Gray eyes shimmered in what can only be described as succulent avarice. The tan warmth of her flawless skin seemed so out of place against the cold cruelty of her demeanor. Her full lips parted into a vengeful smile. And she held up a towel, drying the tear that cascaded down Hailey’s cheek.
“It’s about time you woke up,” Meena broke the silence. “That little shot I gave you put you out much longer than your friends.”
“HmmmPFK,” Hailey tried to respond, realizing that making any noise just made her sock-gag hurt twice as badly.
“We soaked some of the towels in the room with a new inhalant anesthesia I’ve been working on,” Meena continued, savouring each second. “I call it Valoflourane. Renders a person unconscious in under a few minutes. Pretty smart, huh?”
Hailey glared at the buxom brunette nestled inside her thighs. If looks could kill, Meena would be three different kinds of dead by now.
“That’s one of the things I want to talk to you about tonight, Hailey,” Meena continued tossing the towel into the darkness. “You see...we’re the smart one’s here at Haven. Not you. And not your bitchy fucking friends.”
Hailey felt another tear slip down her face, as the tape burned her skin, and her ribs ached from the stretch of her body. Hailey had been through her own share of school yard bullshit...but never anything like this.
“We’re going to give you and your friends a pretty new hair cut tonight to remind you that Haven isn’t the place for you,” Meena
leaned her face close to Hailey’s, holding up a barber’s clippers.
“That’s how we reward perfect Hayden bitches like you.”
Hailey violently thrust her forehead at Meena’s face in the most defiant gesture she could think of. The dark brunette winced just in time to smell the beautiful fragrance of Hailey’s flowing hair slapping her face, avoiding a broken nose by about an inch.
“Funny,” Meena glared, her face growing crimson in barely-controlled disdain. Regaining control, she leaned to Hailey’s side, away from another attack, and whispered in her ear. “You know what else is funny? What we’ve been doing to your friend, Jane.”
Hailey’s heart stopped in her chest.
Meena arched her back to the left, with a look of pure sadistic bliss. And one of the most painful sites of her life settled in on Hailey’s teary brown eyes.
Jane was lying on her stomach on a bench. Her arms were out in front
of her, strapped to the wood with row after row of duct tape.
Additional dull-grey straps of tape bound her calves and ankles to the top of the bench, leaving her small bare soles pointed up at the ceiling. A sweat-sock gag just like Hailey’s was crammed into her throat and held in place with more tape, pulling at her hair and stinging her skin. Tears flickered in her brilliant blue eyes. Her pride holding them back. But not for long.
Shreds of cloth that had once been her pants, socks, and her favorite jacket lay in a disrespectful pile on the white tiled floor. The only clothing Jane had left, aside from her adhesive bondage, was a tattered sweater that came down to her mid back and a tiny tiger- striped thong that slipped seductively between her perfect bare butt cheeks. Apparently they intended on making her walk home half-naked when they were through with her. But from the look of it being shy was just about the least of Jane’s worries right now. What ever they had been doing to her, it was showing in the red flush of her face and the hint of agony in her eyes.
Sierra sat on Jane’s naked thighs, looking viciously radiant. Her long dirty blonde hair cascaded down her charcoal tank top, which proudly displayed her firm muscular figure. Her hazel eyes shone in wicked joy, and she stuck out her tongue in a playful gesture of concentration. Navy sweat pants hung low on her hips, revealing glimpses of tan freckled skin at her waist. Huge beach walks barely held on to her gigantic feet as she planted the balls of her feet and prepared for impact.
“Ready, Janey?” Sierra inquired devilishly, catching Hailey’s eyes.
Jane growled into her gag, a mixture of genuine pain and death lust.
“Here comes another ‘pankin”.
With frightening strength, Sierra brought her hand down against Jane’s helpless ass in a ruthless spanking. And then without pause she did it again. And then again. Jane’s curvy cheeks glowed an aching pink, her tears flowing freely now from clamped eyes. Muffled sobs into her stinky sock revealing that this game had been going on for some time, and that tough Janey was getting pretty damn close to her breaking point.
“Awww, poor smarty pants,” Sierra taunted, rubbing Jane’s throbbing butt. “Want me to help you feel better?”
Before Jane could make a noise Sierra began to dance her long nails across Jane’s naked cheeks. Down her thighs. Raking her bare little soles. Husky screams drowned into the gag as Jane curled her toes and bounced on the rough bench in protest.
“Such a sensitive smart ass,” Sierra giggled, ripping hoarse cries from the tied vixen’s gagged mouth. “Now doesn’t this feel good?”
Sierra teased and taunted the squealing hotty, as each spanking and each tickle brought sweet Jane closer to hell.
Hailey watched in horror as Sierra repeated the spanking tickle pattern again. Twice. Each time eliciting more and more desperate
reactions from her friend, who was in unmistakable torment right now.
She wasn’t stopping. And Hailey was powerless to make her.
Screaming god’s most feared curses Hailey bucked madly against her own
chaffing tape bondage, trying to save Jane with an act of pure will.
But another devastating slap to her face brought her homicidal glare back to Meena’s mirthless smirk. And as Meena arched in the other direction, Hailey realized she had only discovered half of the painful truth.
Andi was tapped tightly to the other bench lying on her back, naked except for her teeny midriff sweater and her light blue sexy cotton panties. The same tape bound her calves and boots to the side of the bench and her wrists far over her head. Bright green eyes were hidden under Hailey’s own red scarf. And the now-obligatory sock gag was tapped deep into her cackling mouth. Locks of blonde hair, shining gold in the darkness, flung through the air as Andi clenched her torso against a relentless attack.
Mylie knelt on what was left of Andi’s slacks on the damp floor, her
dark wavy hair bouncing all the way down against the sliced fabric.
Undulating Latina curves expanded her grey hoody, and filled out her ripped jeans with sinful precision. The look of hatred that reflected in those black eyes didn’t match the luscious smile on those full lips. But when you saw the malicious deed her hands were committing, you would begin to understand.
Fiendish fingers strummed against Andi’s tight naked tummy, tickling her so viciously that the freckled blonde’s torso glowed a throbbing pink. Andi was laughing so hard into her cotton muzzle that tears
soaked the crimson blindfold and she choked in heaving confession.
Her lithe hips undulated in painful response to the hilarious concerto Mylie was playing against her sexy stomach muscles.
“You’re in such good shape,” Mylie chuckled in venomous envy, kneading Andi’s tight ribs with howling response. “That it makes the ticklishness even worse.”
Knowing thumbs squeezed the tender flesh above her hip bones, and a desperate tone joined her already hoarse squeals of agony. Andi was certainly no stranger to a ticklish touch. Her room mates often took advantage of the freckled nerd’s ticklish weakness - just as she took advantage of theirs. But this was no playful caress. No loving touch meant to titillate or tantalize.
This was pure spite. They would have chosen whatever torment produced the best results. And nothing they could have done to the gorgeous geek would have bent her body to their will the way Mylie’s wicked touch had.
“Teeckle teeckle, Andi,” Mylie varied her technique only enough to
create even more hysterical revelation for her pretty blonde rival.
“You don’t need a rest do you? No. You want me to tickle even harder, don’t you?”
“Yesss,” Mylie confirmed, prodding Andi’s clenched belly, causing waves of husky cries that elevated with each moment. “Now we’re talking.”
Searing pain swept across Hailey’s eyes as Meena delivered another hard slap to her face. Recapturing the brunette’s teary glare, Meena knowingly pulled up Hailey’s thin cami to right below her bountiful bosom.
“Oh don’t be sad,” Meena chided, confidently staring down her captured prey. “We’re just going to shave your pretty little heads, and teach you a friendly Haven lesson. This is our fucking school, Hailey. But before your new hair cut, there’s something I’m curious about...”
Meena continued to look Hailey right in the eye as she leaned slightly forward, letting her long nails rest on Hailey’s naked heels.
Hailey gritted her teeth in desperate determination, and held the dark vixen’s glare with bloody daggers in her brown eyes.
“I thought I overheard you and your friends saying something in Ms.
Staten’s lecture,” Meena giggled at the brunette’s defiance.
“Something about hating...to be...tickled?”
Careful scratches from Meena’s nails circled Hailey’s smooth upturned soles, her eyes glued to her victim, studying every delicious reaction.
“HFFF HFFFFFFF,” Hailey muffled, her throat clogged in post-exercise stench.
“Is it true?” Meena whispered carefully, scratching the smooth skin of Hailey’s pink feet with methodical attention. “Are you a little ticklish?”
“AHUFF HUFF HUFF,” Hailey blurted, begging her body to hold back the inevitable reactions. She, like her friends, was unbelievably ticklish. And it would only take another second before Meena had her squealing in laughter.
“Because if you laugh, Hailey?” Meena purred, slipping her deadly nails over the vulnerable flesh of Hailey’s big feet. “Then I am going to tickle. And tickle. And tickle you. Until you just die.”
It could have been the tone of her voice. Or the absolute helplessness of Hailey’s bondage. But when Meena began to lightly scrape all of her nails against the screamingly tender arches of her feet...Hailey erupted in howls of sock-drowned laughter.
“Uh oh,” Meena jeered in her most evil bedroom voice, dancing her long nails all over Hailey’s naked soles. “You asked for it. Now I have to tickle you, Hailey.”
Hailey tried to fight. God knows she did. But Meena’s expert touch
had her screaming in full-belly laughter into her stinky sweat sock.
She wanted to spit. She wanted to gnash her teeth in murderous hatred. But this dark temptress was actually forcing her to cackle hysterically as she humiliated her, and hurt her friends.
“Oh my,” Meena teased as she dug her nails into the buttery wrinkles of Hailey’s feet, tickling under her toes with ruthless joy. “Hailey, you are so much fun to tickle. I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
Sticky tape pulled at her wrists and burned her ankles, but all Hailey could do is laugh in helpless response to the skilful tickles on her bare soles. She saw Jane and Andi in her mind’s eye. Saw Sierra
still spanking Jane and then punishing her with unbearable touches.
Saw Andi bucking madly against the unwavering onslaught of Mylie’s fingers. It was the cruellest joke she could imagine. All she could do is squeal madly in response to the black-haired devil teasing her feet.
Bad turned to worse when Meena raised one hand to Hailey’s naked flank, and began plucking at her bare side while she continued to torture her poor arch with the other nails.
In a matter of minutes Hailey was in the same circle of hell as her friends were. Meena was a sensational tickler. Wicked and intuitive. She had Hailey bawling in laughter dancing her fingers inside her top to exploit her smooth under arms. Hailey scrunched her feet against the splintered wood, hoping the pain could distract her from the nails digging into her soles.
But it didn’t.
The only feeling ripping through her was the roaring response caused by ten long nails.
Stay Tuned for CHAPTER PREVIEW: THE SUMMONING (From The Nail Biter Part 1 of 3: Orientation)
Jim
MTJpub.com