We had lost to another couple in the most humiliating way possible. Charlotte had run in to help me only to be caught by Amy, and the opposing couple took the opportunity to put both of us in some very punishing submission holds.
Charlotte screamed out her submission only for Amy to gleefully and sadistically inform her that she wasn't the legal person and that I had to submit to end the match.
I was already locked in a cruel submission hold by Dave and so Charlotte and I ended up screaming out our submission at the same time. They kept us locked in our respective holds for a full 30 seconds listening to us submit over and over again before releasing us.
Our opponents vey quickly began our agreed upon humileation session. Both Charlotte and I regretted agreeing to the losing couple having a 30 minute session where they could torture and humiliate them in front of the audience as we were being tied up next to each other.
They trapped our feet between the middle and bottom rope and removed our shoes and socks. She and I whined and protested at their teasing suggestion that we should "show off our bare feet" to the spectators.
They then removed our shirts and tied our arms streight up over our heads and shoved gags into our mouths, in their words; so we would "stop complaining".
We groaned in frustration being put on display like that as the audience hooted and cat called the both of us.
We struggled and bitched an moaned like that for a minute or so, annoyed that we were being used as eye candy for the next 30 minutes, until our opponents gave us a clue as to what our real torture was going to be. It was something to the effect of "start with their armpits and work our way down".
Charlotte and I froze. "Oh God no... no not that!" I thought to my self and I know she felt the same.
We started pleading with them not to go through with it but nothing but muffled noises could escape our lips. Charlotte was making desperate eye contact with Amy, shaking her head and PLEADING for mercy as Amy moved behind her. I saw her gently place her hands on Charlottes soft armpits when all of a sudden I was SCREAMING.
Dave was skittering his fingers aggressively up and down my pits, not easing into it at all. Being shirtless and tied up, my panic level was already at a 10 and I exploded into a torrent of blubbering and pleading for mercy.
Charlotte was similarly moaning loudly through her gag as the two of us were simultaneously tickled on our armpits, knowing that this was the first stop on the way to all of the most sensitive parts of our bodies and there was nothing we could do about it.
I looked over to see how my wife was doing as Amy was massaging and caressing every part of her wide open armpits. Dave was much more rough on mine which already had me in tears. I was CRYING as he raked his nails up and down my pits, which is the worst technique you can use on me.
Charlotte's pitch changed and I saw amy move slightly down from her armpits to the sides of her breasts.
Dave moved to my upper region as well which wasn't as bad for me as it was for Charlotte.
Amy was lightly stroking her side boobs and I heard Charlotte YELP. Amy was pinching her nipples!
I mumbled out angry protests but, technically it was a torture session so she wasn't breaking any rules.
"Let's see how that works on you" I heard my tormentor say and..
"MMM! *****MMMMMMMM!!!!!!*****
I screamed in protest as Dave started pinching and messing with my nipples. Not only was that driving me nuts but I started reflexively developing an "issue" in my shorts and I knew Charlotte was having a similar issue, I also knew how much more sensitive both of us get when we're turned on like that, and so both of us were blurring out yelps and bellows of protest.
They worked over our nipples in various ways before moving to our stomachs.
I degenerated into uncontrolled giggles. Omg I couldn't breathe. Charlotte was more on the "screaming" side of that coin as her cute belly was "massaged" by Amy. She was really loosing it.
Both of our tormentors teased about our private areas and both Charlotte and I warned them not to even think about it, of course they couldn't understand a word we were saying. They seemed to consider subjecting us to that kind of "humileation" before diving in on our upper legs and behind our knees which had us SCREAMING and writhing in our bonds.
Down and down our legs they went until... oh no... please not that.
Our bare feet had been shown off to the audience and now oir opponents moved outside the ring to where they were trapped.
Charlotte and I saw them retrieve little spikey wheels and we LOST it.
We screamed and pleaded, we were screaming for help, for mercy, screaming for the ref to stop this, and as our opponents ignored us, we just started crying. Both of us.
That made both our opponants grin as they started rolling the little spikey bastards on our feet.
A screeching sound came from Charlotte followed by silence, the sound of her struggling and then a high pitched muffled SCREAM. On and on that pattern continued.
On my part, I squirmed and fidgeted like my seat was on fire, letting out exasperated screams of my own.
After the last 10 minutes of our opponents running those things across the balls of our feet, our soles, every last inch of our bare feet, to the point where they were beet red. We were both reduced groaning weakly. We were almost unconscious from the sheer exhaustion when the timer BUZZED.
Our opponants kept tickling our feet for another full minute after the timer and there was nothing we could do.
At the end of the bout we had wanted a rematch. By the end of our torture session we were considering retiring all together.
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Charlotte screamed out her submission only for Amy to gleefully and sadistically inform her that she wasn't the legal person and that I had to submit to end the match.
I was already locked in a cruel submission hold by Dave and so Charlotte and I ended up screaming out our submission at the same time. They kept us locked in our respective holds for a full 30 seconds listening to us submit over and over again before releasing us.
Our opponents vey quickly began our agreed upon humileation session. Both Charlotte and I regretted agreeing to the losing couple having a 30 minute session where they could torture and humiliate them in front of the audience as we were being tied up next to each other.
They trapped our feet between the middle and bottom rope and removed our shoes and socks. She and I whined and protested at their teasing suggestion that we should "show off our bare feet" to the spectators.
They then removed our shirts and tied our arms streight up over our heads and shoved gags into our mouths, in their words; so we would "stop complaining".
We groaned in frustration being put on display like that as the audience hooted and cat called the both of us.
We struggled and bitched an moaned like that for a minute or so, annoyed that we were being used as eye candy for the next 30 minutes, until our opponents gave us a clue as to what our real torture was going to be. It was something to the effect of "start with their armpits and work our way down".
Charlotte and I froze. "Oh God no... no not that!" I thought to my self and I know she felt the same.
We started pleading with them not to go through with it but nothing but muffled noises could escape our lips. Charlotte was making desperate eye contact with Amy, shaking her head and PLEADING for mercy as Amy moved behind her. I saw her gently place her hands on Charlottes soft armpits when all of a sudden I was SCREAMING.
Dave was skittering his fingers aggressively up and down my pits, not easing into it at all. Being shirtless and tied up, my panic level was already at a 10 and I exploded into a torrent of blubbering and pleading for mercy.
Charlotte was similarly moaning loudly through her gag as the two of us were simultaneously tickled on our armpits, knowing that this was the first stop on the way to all of the most sensitive parts of our bodies and there was nothing we could do about it.
I looked over to see how my wife was doing as Amy was massaging and caressing every part of her wide open armpits. Dave was much more rough on mine which already had me in tears. I was CRYING as he raked his nails up and down my pits, which is the worst technique you can use on me.
Charlotte's pitch changed and I saw amy move slightly down from her armpits to the sides of her breasts.
Dave moved to my upper region as well which wasn't as bad for me as it was for Charlotte.
Amy was lightly stroking her side boobs and I heard Charlotte YELP. Amy was pinching her nipples!
I mumbled out angry protests but, technically it was a torture session so she wasn't breaking any rules.
"Let's see how that works on you" I heard my tormentor say and..
"MMM! *****MMMMMMMM!!!!!!*****
I screamed in protest as Dave started pinching and messing with my nipples. Not only was that driving me nuts but I started reflexively developing an "issue" in my shorts and I knew Charlotte was having a similar issue, I also knew how much more sensitive both of us get when we're turned on like that, and so both of us were blurring out yelps and bellows of protest.
They worked over our nipples in various ways before moving to our stomachs.
I degenerated into uncontrolled giggles. Omg I couldn't breathe. Charlotte was more on the "screaming" side of that coin as her cute belly was "massaged" by Amy. She was really loosing it.
Both of our tormentors teased about our private areas and both Charlotte and I warned them not to even think about it, of course they couldn't understand a word we were saying. They seemed to consider subjecting us to that kind of "humileation" before diving in on our upper legs and behind our knees which had us SCREAMING and writhing in our bonds.
Down and down our legs they went until... oh no... please not that.
Our bare feet had been shown off to the audience and now oir opponents moved outside the ring to where they were trapped.
Charlotte and I saw them retrieve little spikey wheels and we LOST it.
We screamed and pleaded, we were screaming for help, for mercy, screaming for the ref to stop this, and as our opponents ignored us, we just started crying. Both of us.
That made both our opponants grin as they started rolling the little spikey bastards on our feet.
A screeching sound came from Charlotte followed by silence, the sound of her struggling and then a high pitched muffled SCREAM. On and on that pattern continued.
On my part, I squirmed and fidgeted like my seat was on fire, letting out exasperated screams of my own.
After the last 10 minutes of our opponents running those things across the balls of our feet, our soles, every last inch of our bare feet, to the point where they were beet red. We were both reduced groaning weakly. We were almost unconscious from the sheer exhaustion when the timer BUZZED.
Our opponants kept tickling our feet for another full minute after the timer and there was nothing we could do.
At the end of the bout we had wanted a rematch. By the end of our torture session we were considering retiring all together.
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