The Chiming Bells 10 - */MF

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Chapter 10: The Gears of Submission

The car rolled silently down the dark road leading to their house. In the back, Ashley sat motionless, her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed on the window. Her mind was racing. Evelyn. Why did she always have to be there, always too close to Brian?

When they finally arrived, the heavy silence in the car was broken by the slamming of the doors. Ashley was the first to enter the house, immediately kicking off her sneakers. She preferred to be in socks. It wasn't a conscious choice; she simply felt an instinctive relief, a need for freedom. The bracelets on her ankles jingled softly with each step, a sound that echoed like a whisper in the entrance.

Evelyn followed, carefully wiping her heels before entering. She placed her bag on the table, observing Ashley from the corner of her eye. The latter had already gone to the living room, sitting heavily on the couch, still with her arms crossed. Evelyn felt the tension in the air, palpable, almost oppressive. She didn't want to make things worse. But her gaze involuntarily slid to Brian, who was closing the door behind him. He was handsome, even exhausted, and just knowing he was so close made her heart beat a little faster.

—So? Ashley snapped abruptly, breaking the silence. What do you want, Evelyn? Why are you always here?

Evelyn stopped short, surprised by the aggression in Ashley's voice. She took a deep breath, searching for her words. She knew Ashley was defensive, and she understood why. But she wasn't going to let herself be crushed.

—I'm not your enemy, Ashley, she replied calmly. We're both pawns in this game. I didn't choose this situation any more than you did.

Ashley scoffed, a dry, joyless laugh.

—Oh, really? Because I don't throw myself at Brian at every opportunity, Evelyn. I know what you're doing. I see you.

Brian intervened, raising his hands to calm the tension.

—Ashley, stop. Evelyn isn't trying to provoke you. We're all in the same boat. Alan is the one playing with us, not her.

But Brian's words had the opposite effect. Ashley stood up abruptly, her socks rubbing against the floor as her bracelets jingled softly. She fixed Evelyn with a fierce intensity.

—Then why her? Why is she the one sharing your room? Why does she have to be so close to you, huh?

Evelyn took a deep breath, feeling anger rising within her. But instead of responding with a barb, she lowered her shoulders, deliberately softening her tone.

—Because it's the game, Ashley. You know I didn't choose this. I told you: I'm in this situation just as much as you are. I... I owe a debt, like you.

Ashley clenched her teeth, her gaze wavering. Evelyn's words were reasonable, but her jealousy spoke louder. She turned away, preferring not to respond.

Brian approached his wife gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.

—Ashley, listen to me. I'm here. For you. Always. Evelyn isn't a threat, okay? We'll get through this. Together.

Ashley felt a shiver run through her body, a mix of relief and frustration. But she didn't respond, merely nodding. The jingling of her bracelets echoed faintly as she left the room to go upstairs.

Left alone in the living room, Brian and Evelyn exchanged a glance. Evelyn, feeling the weight of the moment, broke the silence.

—I don't want to come between you, Brian, she said softly.

---

The night stretched on slowly, and a tense silence settled in the house. Ashley, in the bathroom, stood under the hot jet of the shower, trying to wash away the exhaustion of the day. But as the water slid over her body, a strange sensation awoke. She lowered her eyes to her chest, and her hesitant hands gently rested there.


Her nipples, sensitive to the point of being painful, seemed to almost pulse under the heat of the water. An uncontrollable shiver ran through her as she slid her fingers over one of them, the mere contact sending a wave of pleasure through her entire body. She stepped back abruptly, her heart pounding, the water continuing to flow over her skin.

—What... what's happening to me? she murmured, panic seeping into her voice.

The golden bells, silent for now, still hung from her piercings, but Ashley knew that the slightest movement that made them jingle would amplify that strange and troubling sensation even more. She turned her eyes away, her hand sliding over her forehead to chase away the water and, with it, the invading thoughts.

After drying herself hurriedly, she put on a thick bra, seeking a barrier between herself and those unpredictable sensations. She left the bathroom and went to her room, her stiff gait betraying her discomfort. Once in her bed, she pulled the blanket up to her chin, closing her eyes tightly. But the weight of her own thoughts kept her awake.

On the other side of the house, Brian stood in front of Evelyn's bedroom door. His hand trembled slightly as he hesitated to knock. Finally, he pushed the door open gently, finding Evelyn already under the covers, her still form in the dim light. She turned her head as she heard the door open, giving him a soft smile.

—You can come in, Brian. I won't bite, she joked softly.

Brian nodded, closing the door behind him. The room was simple, but an intimate aura seemed to permeate the space. Evelyn had removed her heels before slipping under the sheets, carefully avoiding any jingling of her toe bells. She had crossed her legs under the blanket, her feet well hidden, a precaution she had taken more out of respect than necessity.

—I... I'll sleep on the floor, Brian said, avoiding her gaze.

Evelyn slightly frowned but didn't insist. She knew he needed that space, just as much as she needed it to not be carried away by the growing emotions he evoked in her.

—Do as you wish, she simply replied, her voice soft. I'm sorry for all this, Brian... really. I know it's not easy, for you or for Ashley.

He didn't respond, merely placing a pillow and a blanket near the foot of the bed. He lay down, his thoughts troubled by the day's events. Ashley's face, tormented and jealous, overlapped with Evelyn's, whose softness and understanding made him waver.

Silence settled, punctuated only by the sound of their breathing. Evelyn, lying on her back, pretended to close her eyes. But her mind was far from finding rest. Brian, so close, seemed to attract her attention despite herself. She felt her love for him growing, a feeling amplified by the hypnosis, but also sincere, deep. She wanted to respect his boundaries, but the desire to get closer to him only grew.

After a moment, she let out an almost imperceptible sigh and moved slightly under the sheets. Slowly, carefully, she slid her feet out from under the blanket, until they hung over the edge of the bed, just above Brian's head. She remained still, waiting for a reaction.

Her feet, perfectly maintained, with black polished nails, were so close that he could have felt them if he had lifted his head. Evelyn had taken care not to make the bells on her toe rings jingle, but their presence, suspended from those delicate rings, was palpable.

Brian opened his eyes, instinctively sensing the proximity. He turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Evelyn's feet, so close they seemed to taunt him. His breathing grew heavier despite himself. He tried to look away, but his mind, already shaken by Alan's games, refused to turn away from this vision.

Evelyn, her eyes still closed, an imperceptible smile on her lips, murmured in a breath:

—Good night, Brian.

---

The morning had passed in tense silence, each member of the household locked in their own thoughts. Ashley, still shaken by the troubling effects of the last hypnosis on her breasts, struggled with a frustration she couldn't control. The slightest thought of Brian, of his hands, or even of the games they had been subjected to, triggered a wave of desire she couldn't satisfy. Every movement of her silver ankle bracelets, soothing in its own way, also seemed to irritate her, like a constant reminder of Alan's domination.


Evelyn, on her side, played a complex role. She wanted to get closer to Brian, to comfort him, but without provoking a confrontation with Ashley, whose possessive attitude was almost palpable. She tried to be soft and respectful, even if her growing love for Brian pushed her to seek every opportunity to be noticed by him.

The fateful moment came in the living room, where all three found themselves together. Evelyn, sitting on a chair, had crossed her legs, and her upper foot, still in a black heel, swung gently in an automatic gesture. Ashley, standing a few steps away, was tidying up some things on the coffee table, frequently glancing at Evelyn and Brian, who sat in silence on the couch.

Brian seemed lost in thought, but his gaze lingered on Evelyn, particularly on her crossed legs. Her polished heels accentuated the perfect curve of her feet, and although they were covered, he knew exactly what lay beneath the black leather: those toe rings adorned with crystalline bells, a vivid memory from the previous night.

Then came the moment when everything shifted. Evelyn, in an instinctive movement, uncrossed her legs to change position, and her left heel slipped slightly off her foot. A fraction of a second later, a crystalline and sharp note resonated in the air, clear and precise, like a hypnotic chime.

Evelyn stopped abruptly, frozen. The sensation was immediate and intense: an electric heat ran through her toes, rising up her legs like a wave of pleasure that made her shiver. She closed her eyes, her lips tightening to hold back a sigh, but her body betrayed her turmoil with a slight spasm.

Brian, who had turned his head at the sound of the chime, felt a rush of heat. The sound had resonated in his mind, awakening that addictive satisfaction Alan had implanted. Part of him knew he shouldn't react, but his gaze clung to Evelyn's feet, almost hoping for another chime, another note to prolong that diffuse but growing excitement. His heart beat faster, and he quickly looked away, trying to hide his reaction from Ashley.

Ashley felt a surge of jealousy and humiliation shoot through her like lightning. The chime of those silver bells wasn't just a sound to her; it was a symbolic aggression. She fixed Evelyn with a cold intensity, her fists clenching involuntarily. In her mind, an image of perfectly maintained feet she imagined overlapped with that of her own feet, which she had never considered important until now.

The jealousy mixed with a deeper frustration: Brian, whose eyes had briefly lit up at that sound, hadn't had the same reaction to her in a long time. And that thought poisoned her, making her even more possessive and furious.

—Be careful, Evelyn, Ashley snapped abruptly, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade.

Evelyn looked up, her cheeks slightly red, although she quickly regained her composure. She saw the hostility in Ashley's gaze that she knew well, but she chose not to respond to the aggression. Instead, she lowered her head slightly and murmured:

—Sorry. It wasn't intentional.

Ashley didn't respond, merely giving Brian a dark look, who, uncomfortable, awkwardly tried to calm the situation:

—It's nothing, Ashley. It was just an accident...

But his words seemed to have the opposite effect, further irritating Ashley. She turned away abruptly, letting out an irritated sigh before leaving the room.

Evelyn, left alone with Brian, felt her heart beat even faster. She had sworn not to provoke Ashley, but this open and brutal jealousy only reinforced the idea that she could never get closer to Brian without triggering a direct conflict. She lowered her eyes, looking at her foot, still partially slipped out of the heel. The bells were no longer chiming, but she still felt their residual effect, a dull heat that seemed to vibrate in her toes.

—Sorry for that, Brian murmured, breaking the silence. Ashley is just... tense. She's been through a lot.

Evelyn looked up, giving him a soft, albeit melancholic, smile.

—I understand. I don't want to be a source of tension between you two, Brian. That's the last thing I want.

But even as she spoke those words, a part of her, the part that loved him more than reason, desperately wanted him to see her differently.

Brian nodded, but he couldn't help but steal one last glance at Evelyn's feet before looking away, ashamed. The memory of the chime still resonated in his mind, a crystalline note engraved in his thoughts, impossible to forget.

The day passed in an atmosphere charged with unspoken words and latent tensions. Ashley avoided Evelyn as much as possible, but her gaze constantly followed her, tracking every gesture that could be interpreted as a provocation. Every time Brian spoke to Evelyn, even innocently, Ashley felt a lump form in her throat, a mix of jealousy and a fear she dared not fully express.

On her side, Evelyn did her best to be discreet. She never let her feet be exposed, careful to keep her heels firmly in place to avoid any new chimes. Yet, she felt the growing influence of her feelings for Brian, a love that became harder to ignore, especially in the face of Ashley's distant attitude. Every interaction with him left her with a bittersweet taste, a closeness she cherished but that seemed always limited by an invisible wall.

Brian, caught between the two women, awkwardly tried to maintain the balance. He felt Ashley's growing frustration and saw Evelyn's calculated restraint. This situation weighed on him, but he couldn't deny the effects of the hypnoses that made his attraction to Evelyn difficult to suppress. Despite this, his love for Ashley remained unshakable, and he clung to the idea of doing everything to repair this invisible but growing fracture between them.

The evening progressed slowly, each moment seeming tense, as if everyone was waiting for an event that never came. Finally, in their room, Ashley and Brian found themselves alone at last, and the atmosphere changed slightly. Ashley, still defensive, let herself fall onto the bed, crossing her arms.

—Don't you find this unfair? she asked suddenly, without even turning her head towards Brian.

He sighed softly, sitting down next to her, but keeping a certain distance between them.

—I know it's hard, Ash. But it's not permanent. Tomorrow, we might be able to participate in another trial, he said, searching for words to reassure her. And if we win, I'll be back here. With you. And when that happens... we can be together fully. Without these barriers, without anything to separate us.

Ashley slowly turned her head towards him, her eyes shining with a mix of hope and pain.

—You say that, but... what if Evelyn wins again? And if... she takes you for good? she whispered, her voice broken by her own fears.

Brian shook his head, gently taking her hand.

—She will never take me, Ashley. It's you I love. She... Evelyn is a friend. Nothing more.

The words slightly soothed Ashley, although the jealousy did not completely disappear. She lowered her eyes, looking at their intertwined hands, clinging to this promise, to this glimmer of hope.

—So... we have to win tomorrow, she finally murmured, her voice barely audible. You have to come back.

Brian squeezed her hand a little tighter, a soft but determined smile on his lips.

—I promise you, Ash.

---

The house was enveloped in a thick silence, interrupted only by the faint creaking of the wood and the regular ticking of a distant clock. Evelyn's room was bathed in a semi-darkness, lit only by a thin moonlight filtering through the slightly open curtains. Brian slept on the floor, at the foot of the bed, wrapped in a blanket that barely concealed his discomfort. Despite the fatigue, his sleep remained light, troubled by thoughts he couldn't completely push away.


Evelyn, lying on the bed, had her eyes closed, her breathing measured, perfectly imitating the rhythms of deep sleep. Yet, her mind was in turmoil. The irresistible desire to get closer to Brian gnawed at her. She knew he was there, within reach, and that a subtle gesture would be enough to test the limits.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Evelyn adjusted her position. She let one of her legs slide out from under the blanket, then the other. Her feet, perfectly maintained, emerged delicately, their elegant curves outlined in the dim light. She took a discreet breath, calculating each movement. Then, in a calculated but disguised act of chance, she made her toe bells tinkle slightly.

The crystalline sound cut through the silence of the room, resonating like a hypnotic echo. Evelyn immediately froze, feigning the innocence of an unconscious movement in her sleep. But she couldn't ignore the sudden surge of sensations in her body. The effect of the bells was immediate: a diffuse heat ran through her legs, rising in irresistible waves to her belly. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from letting out a sigh, her fists clenching the sheet.

On the floor, Brian opened his eyes, abruptly awakened by that familiar tinkling. His mind, still dulled by sleep, was immediately flooded with a wave of excitement. The hypnoses took over: the sound of Evelyn's toe bells awakened an obsession in him that he couldn't fight. He swallowed with difficulty, his gaze sliding towards the bed.
Evelyn's feet hung out from under the blanket, her toes adorned with shiny rings that captured the faint light. The bells suspended from them tinkled slightly with each tremor, amplifying the tension in the room. Brian clenched his fists, trying to look away, but his gaze kept returning to that troubling sight. The image of the bells, the perfect black polish, and those toes he knew were so sensitive occupied his entire mind.

Evelyn, still feigning sleep, moved her right foot slightly, causing another tinkle, longer this time.

The heat in her own body became unbearable. The tingling pleasure she felt in her feet intensified, and she had to redouble her efforts to maintain her mask of sleep. She hoped that the hypnotic sound would be enough to make Brian react, to give in, without her having to do more.

Brian, for his part, was breathing with difficulty. His mind oscillated between guilt and desire. He knew Evelyn was sleeping, or at least he wanted to convince himself of that, but the tinkling of the bells was an irresistible call. Memories of the previous night came flooding back: her feet brushing his face, the heat he had felt, and now, those sounds that seemed made for him.

His hand slid instinctively under the blanket, but he froze, struggling with himself.

—Evelyn... sleep, he murmured, his voice barely audible, as much a prayer as a reminder to himself.

Evelyn heard his voice and felt a shiver run through her. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. The palpable tension in the room filled her with a mix of guilt and satisfaction. She knew she was playing with fire, but part of her couldn't help it.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Ashley tossed and turned in bed. Sleep eluded her, replaced by a maelstrom of thoughts and sensations she couldn't control. Her breasts, confined in a thick bra, had become a source of constant distraction. Every rub, every pressure of the fabric seemed to send waves of heat through her body, awakening a frustration she couldn't appease. She felt on the verge of explosion, her desire growing with each moment.

She pulled the sheets over her, seeking a more comfortable position, but her mind always returned to Brian. He was with Evelyn, sleeping at her feet. A vision she couldn't bear. She clenched her teeth, her fists gripping the sheet.

—He's mine, she murmured, her voice broken by anger and desire.

The sound of her own ankle bracelets, which tinkled softly with each movement under the sheets, added a layer of irritation. These silver bells, once neutral, now seemed to taunt her, a cruel reminder of Alan's influence on their lives.

Ashley closed her eyes, desperately trying to calm her mind. But in the darkness, a tenacious fear continued to grow: what if Evelyn won for good? What if Brian ended up preferring her?

Ashley opened her eyes, her heart beating strongly in her chest, a burning resolve animating each of her muscles. The morning light filtered through the curtains, but it wasn't the promise of a new day that motivated her. A smoldering anger and an insatiable desire smoldered within her, mixed with an unshakable love for Brian. She sat up abruptly, her feet sliding out of the bed, her socks gently brushing the floor with a soft tinkling of her silver ankle bracelets.

—I'm going to get him back.

These words echoed in her mind like a mantra, crushing all doubt. Her chest, still confined in the thick bra she wore to limit the tinkling of her golden bells, was a constant source of distraction. The sensitivity she had discovered the day before haunted her, each rub reminding her of the urgency to appease this torment.

In the neighboring room, Brian woke up slowly, his breathing deepening as he emerged from sleep. His eyelids opened to a sight that troubled him immediately: Evelyn's feet still hung out of the bed, exposed in a delicate stillness. Her polished nails shone faintly in the morning light, and the rings on her toes reflected the ambient brightness. The bells, though motionless, seemed to carry a silent aura, as if waiting for a movement to break the calm.

Brian looked away, getting up quickly to avoid giving in to the obsession that lurked within him. He adjusted his clothes, trying to suppress the growing heat in his belly, before leaving the room on tiptoe to avoid waking Evelyn.

Ashley went downstairs to the living room before anyone else, determined not to let this day pass without action. Her socks slid softly on the floor, the bracelets on her ankles accompanying her steps with light but insistent tinkling. When she found Alan sitting on a chair, a cup of coffee in his hand and his eternal mocking smile on his lips, she felt her resolve strengthen.

—Alan, she said firmly, crossing her arms. I want a new game. Today. Now.

Alan raised his eyebrows, setting his cup on the coffee table with an exasperating slowness. His gaze pierced Ashley's, analyzing every nuance of her determined face.

—Ashley... what a morning surprise. Such ardor, such energy! But tell me... why this urgency? Is it the desire for victory or something else that drives you? he asked, his voice as smooth as velvet.

Ashley clenched her fists, a touch of red rising to her cheeks, but she didn't back down.

—It doesn't matter why. I just want it to start. I want to get Brian back. I want to end this... this charade, she said, her words betraying a frustration she couldn't completely hide.

Alan burst into a brief but deep laugh, straightening up in his seat.

—Very well, very well. If you want a game, you'll have it, Ashley. But... you know it comes at a price. Are you ready to accept the risks?

Brian entered the room at that moment, catching Alan's last sentence. He approached, a glimmer of concern in his eyes, but also a hint of admiration for his wife's determination.

—Ashley, are you sure? he murmured, placing a light hand on her shoulder. We could wait a bit... plan.

Ashley turned to him, her eyes shining with a fierce intensity.

—No, Brian. I want to get you back. Now.

Alan observed the scene with visible satisfaction, before leaning slightly forward, his fingers interlaced.

—Very well, then. Let's plan this next game. Evelyn is still sleeping, but... I'm sure she'll be delighted to participate.

Alan's smile widened, and a spark of malice danced in his eyes.

Ashley climbed the stairs quickly but silently, determined to wake Evelyn so she would be ready to participate in the game she had demanded. She pushed the door to the room where Brian had spent the night, her heart beating a little faster at the thought of what she might discover.

When her gaze swept the room, she first noticed Brian, sitting on the edge of the bed, still slightly dazed from waking up. Then her eyes were drawn to a sight she hadn't expected: Evelyn's bare feet, hanging out of the bed, suspended above Brian's pillow.

It was the first time Ashley had seen Evelyn's feet. A mix of surprise and jealousy rose within her. They were perfect, almost insulting in their care and symmetry. The nails, carefully trimmed and polished a shiny black, captured the morning light, while the silver rings adorning two of her toes glinted softly. The bells attached to them, though silent, seemed almost threatening to Ashley, as if waiting for their moment to make themselves heard.

The smooth, pale skin of Evelyn's feet had an impeccable glow, and their curve, delicately arched, gave them a gracious and elegant appearance. Every line, every detail betrayed meticulous care, a perfection that struck Ashley squarely in the chest.

She felt a heat rise within her, a mix of anger and discomfort. The jealousy, which she already wore like a second skin, intensified at this scene. Her own feet, still in simple socks, suddenly seemed crude and neglected in comparison.

Ashley took a deep breath to chase away that thought. She approached Evelyn, but not before giving Brian a pointed look, which he avoided, visibly uncomfortable.

—Evelyn, Ashley murmured sharply, shaking the sleeping woman's shoulder slightly. Wake up. Alan is waiting for us for a new game.

Evelyn emerged slowly from her sleep, her eyelids fluttering as she stretched slightly. As she sat up, she seemed to notice that her bare feet were exposed and quickly withdrew them, pulling the blanket over them, but not before catching Ashley's intense and charged gaze. Evelyn looked away, immediately reading the tension in Ashley's attitude.


— A game…? Now? murmured Evelyn, her voice still heavy with sleep.

— Yes, replied Ashley, crossing her arms, her tone sharper than she had intended. Alan is downstairs. Hurry up.


Evelyn nodded without saying more, but Ashley's intense gaze remained etched in her mind. As Ashley left the room quickly, Evelyn ran a hand over her face, sighing. She knew that Ashley's jealousy was growing every day, and she could almost feel the storm coming.

---

In the afternoon, Alan's limousine arrived in front of the house, as silent as it was imposing.

Ashley and Evelyn exchanged a glance before getting into the back, followed by Brian. The atmosphere inside was tense, each breath seeming heavy with anticipation. Alan, already seated, greeted them with his usual enigmatic smile before giving a simple instruction to the driver.

The ride was short but silent. When the vehicle stopped in front of the warehouse, Alan invited Ashley and Evelyn to follow him first. Brian watched them walk away, their silhouettes disappearing behind the metal doors. The tension in his stomach tightened as he remained alone in the limousine, waiting as he had now become accustomed to.

About ten minutes passed, each second marking a stronger beat in his chest, until Alan returned.

— It’s your turn, Brian, he said, his tone almost cheerful. Brian got out of the limousine and followed Alan into the warehouse.

The building, still as cold and intimidating, seemed almost empty, the sounds of their steps echoing in the endless corridor. Alan stopped in front of a door, which he opened silently, revealing a spartan locker room.

— Undress, he ordered.

Brian hesitated for a moment, but he knew he had no choice. Slowly, he removed his clothes until he stood completely naked in front of Alan. The latter observed him with an almost clinical neutrality before signaling him to follow. Guided through the maze of the warehouse, Brian felt his heart race. They finally arrived in front of another door, which Alan opened silently.

The room that opened up to him was dark until a set of lights came on, revealing an imposing machine in its center. Brian swallowed hard. Alan invited him to come closer, and almost mechanically, he obeyed.

The machine was equipped with several articulated arms, each fitted with feathers of different shapes and sizes, their textures ranging from delicate down to stiffer threads. The armrests, leg rests, and metal frame seemed designed to completely immobilize whoever was in it.

— Get in, Alan said in an implacable tone. Brian complied, his body shivering slightly in the cool air of the room.

The machine closed around him like a cage, his legs spread, his sex exposed forward, and his arms fixed on metal armrests. The grip was firm but not painful, holding him in a position of total helplessness. Right next to his right hand was a red button, perfectly accessible. In front of him, two black screens dominated the room. Alan walked around the machine, checking each attachment before stopping in front of Brian.

— This is where we part, Alan began with his ever-present smile. I prefer you discover the details yourself. He pressed a button on a control panel. The machine, fixed on rails on the floor, began to move, slowly advancing towards a door at the back of the room.

The sound of the mechanisms echoed in the oppressive silence, while Alan remained motionless, watching Brian move away. Brian felt his breath quicken as he slid out of the room.

The door in front of him opened automatically, revealing a dimly lit corridor. The machine continued to advance, following the rails to another room located at the very back. The screens in front of him remained off, and the articulated arms of the machine were motionless, like predators waiting for their moment.

Then, the doors behind him closed, sealing the room in complete silence. The machine carrying Brian stopped abruptly, a slight metallic rumble echoing in the silent room. His eyes adjusted to the bright light bathing the room, revealing the unsettling decor surrounding him.

Ashley was two meters in front of him, captured in a pose that was both vulnerable and provocative. She was dressed only in a thick bra and matching panties, her legs imprisoned in mechanical attachments that held her knees bent backward. The soles of her feet, still wrapped in her white socks, pointed upward, exposed and detached from any surface.

Additional attachments secured her thighs, completely immobilizing her on a vibrating machine, her pelvis pressed against it. She could not use her hands, prisoners of magnetic handcuffs behind her back, and seemed tense, her muscles slightly quivering under the effort. In front of her, the rails of the machine holding her stretched towards a heavy metal door, closed for now, at the back of the room. Brian briefly averted his gaze to explore the rest of the room.

At the other end, another familiar silhouette appeared to him: Evelyn. She was also immobilized, her body framed by another machine of similar proportions. Her ankles were attached to articulated mechanical arms, which seemed designed to manipulate her legs with almost unsettling precision. Her black heels still rested on the floor of her platform, but the tension in her legs indicated that the slightest movement could lift them at any moment.

Evelyn was sitting in a pose that seemed normal at first glance, though forced. Between her legs, about thirty centimeters away, stood a pylon at the top of which fine and delicate feathers unfurled, their texture seeming both soft and insidious. The rails of her machine converged directly towards Brian, like a predestined trajectory, gradually bringing the three participants of this strange scene towards a common intersection.

Brian, tied and exposed, felt his heart beat faster as the tension-filled air thickened around them. The screen in front of Brian suddenly lit up, bathing the room in a cold glow. Alan's impassive face appeared, smiling with his usual assurance, his eyes piercing directly into the camera. Behind him, shadows floated on metallic walls, enhancing his aura of control.

— Brian, Ashley, Evelyn, welcome to this new trial, he declared in a suave voice. Here are the rules. He raised a hand to add dramatic effect to his words.

— Brian, you are at the center of this game. In front of you, a screen that will show you a masked phrase. Your goal? Find this phrase by suggesting letters. Each mistake, however, will cost you a three-minute session of tickling… and believe me, they will escalate. Brian swallowed, his gaze oscillating between Alan's screen and the feathers suspended around him.

— Ah! But there is an important detail. You have a button, there, near your right hand. If the tickling becomes unbearable, you can use it to interrupt the session. But beware… this button is for single use. And its consequences? Oh, let's say it will also affect Ashley and Evelyn. I'll let you discover.

A shiver ran through Brian at this veiled revelation, but he nodded, his lips pursed. Alan continued, leaning slightly towards the screen, as if to emphasize each word.

— Ashley, each burst of Brian's laughter activates your machine. The stimulating vibrations will increase with each laugh and… your machine will advance on the rails. The further it advances, the further it takes you away from Brian and brings you closer to that door over there. He pointed to the heavy metal door at the back of the room.

— If you cross that door, well, your trial will change. But Brian will not be able to witness it. Ashley struggled slightly against her attachments, her sock-clad feet bent backward, exposed and motionless, instinctively twitching at the idea of such vulnerability.

— Evelyn… for you, the machine is not yet activated. But that will depend on Brian. If it engages, his laughs will cause subtle movements of the mechanical arms holding your legs. However, if you, Evelyn, laugh or moan… your machine will also advance on its rails.

Evelyn looked away, focusing on the stillness of her legs held by the mechanisms. Her heels, still in place, rested on the floor of her platform, but she knew that all of this could change.

— One last thing: any participant who has an orgasm during this trial will be subjected to new hypnosis. Ashley by me, Evelyn by Brian, and Brian… by Evelyn. What happens next? Well, that depends on you. Alan burst into a light laugh, his face radiating malicious pleasure.

— Well! Let's get started. Brian, look at the screen to your left. The phrase is masked there. All you have to do is suggest letters. But remember… He let a silence hang, before concluding with a smug smile.

— Each mistake is a step towards your downfall. The screen to the left lit up, revealing a phrase masked by dashes and spaces. Brian took a deep breath, already feeling his heart racing. Alan watched, satisfied, as the game officially began.

The silence in the room was almost stifling, punctuated only by the slight mechanical noises of the machines surrounding them. Brian looked up at Ashley, her wrists tied behind her back, and at Evelyn, who kept a straight but tense posture, her eyes fixed on him.

— We'll get through this, he finally said, his voice low but firm. Together. I'll find this phrase, no matter what it costs me.

Ashley nodded slightly, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nervousness and frustration. Evelyn, at the other end of the room, opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She simply crossed her legs on her platform, her heels pointing slightly towards the floor, motionless to avoid the slightest tinkle.

Brian, taking a deep breath, fixed his gaze on the screen. His brain was racing, but the heavy tension in the air seemed to slow his reasoning. Finally, he straightened up, and his voice rose, clear and decided, suggesting a letter. The silence that followed his answer was interrupted by a high-pitched beep from the machine. Alan appeared briefly on the screen, his smile widened with obvious satisfaction.

— Wrong choice, Brian, he announced softly, his voice sliding like a snake. The game begins for you.

At these words, a slight mechanical rumble sounded around Brian. The articulated arms of the machine came to life with an almost human fluidity. Two fine and delicate feathers descended from either side of his flanks, slowly approaching his bare skin. He watched the movements with a mixture of fascination and fear, his muscles already contracting at the thought of what was to follow.

The feathers made contact with his ribs, tracing light and measured lines on his sensitive skin. The sensation was subtle at first, almost pleasant, like an airy caress. Brian clenched his teeth, trying not to move. His fists clenched on the metal armrests, his nails digging into the palms of his hands.

— It’s… nothing… he murmured to himself, his voice trembling despite his effort to remain stoic. But the mechanical arms seemed programmed to gradually escalate his ordeal.

A third feather descended from above, gently brushing the most tender part of his belly. The tip caressed his navel, describing meticulous circles that sent unpleasant shivers down his spine. Brian closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing. His nostrils flared, each breath becoming more laborious.

— Brian, hold on! Ashley shouted, her voice tense.

He opened his eyes to meet her gaze, finding a mix of encouragement and despair. Evelyn remained silent, her lips slightly pursed. She seemed as tense as the others, her hands clenching the edge of her platform.

The feathers did not stop there. A fourth one descended to explore the delicate area under his arms, slipping with inhuman precision. Brian stiffened, his muscles taut as cables. He knew this was one of his weak spots, and he could already feel the first itches stirring under his skin. Despite the increasing intensity, Brian still managed to keep his composure. He breathed slowly, his lips pressed in a firm line, refusing to give in. But the mechanical arms showed no sign of relenting. The feathers seemed to adjust to his reactions, adapting their rhythm and pressure to explore every nook of his sensitive areas. The caress was soft, almost insidious, and fought with persistent annoyance to break his defenses.

— Come on, Brian, stay with us! Evelyn suddenly shouted, breaking her own silence. Her voice was soft but resolute, betraying a note of sincere concern. Brian nodded weakly, his face flushed with effort.

The feathers continued their delicate dance, and although no laughter had yet escaped his lips, his nostrils flared, and his muscles began to tremble under the tension. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the mechanical sound stopped. The articulated arms froze in the air, and the feathers withdrew, leaving him panting but victorious. A beep sounded, signaling the end of the session. Alan reappeared on the screen, his smile slightly wider.

— A respectable performance, Brian, but that was just the beginning. Suggest another letter, and let's see how long you can hold out.

Brian took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart, which was beating furiously in his chest. His eyes fell on Ashley, whose gaze, filled with fragile determination, seemed to give him a reason to continue. Brian took a deep breath, trying to push away the nervousness that was building within him. After a moment of reflection, he suggested a letter. Alan made no comment, but a soft beep of validation echoed in the room, indicating he was right. A discreet sigh escaped Brian's lips, but he didn't have time to relax completely. He quickly followed up, choosing a second letter, sure of himself this time. The beep that followed was quite different: a sharp, unforgiving sound that immediately made him realize his mistake.

— Oh no… he murmured, his throat dry. On the screen, Alan appeared again, looking maliciously satisfied.

— You were wrong, Brian. Back to the tickle box, my dear. And remember: the machine never goes backward.

The machine around Brian emitted a mechanical sound as the articulated arms came back to life. The feathers, which had obediently withdrawn during his brief victory, descended again, their movements fluid and precise. They resumed where they had left off, brushing his ribs and belly with devastating insistence. This time, the gestures were a little faster, a little more coordinated, as if the machine had memorized his weak spots.

— Mmh! Ghh…! Brian clenched his teeth, his muscles taut as cables as he tried to resist the onset of uncontrollable laughter.

His ribs seemed to vibrate under the assaults, and the feathers exploring his navel triggered a series of uncontrollable shivers. But the feathers under his arms were the ones that broke him first. They insinuated themselves with almost sadistic precision into the curve of his armpits, tracing circles and zigzags that blurred his concentration. A strangled laugh escaped his lips, followed by another, louder this time.

— Haha… Hah! No, stop! Damn it! Hahahaha! The room filled with his laughter, a sound he could no longer control.

With each new caress, his body twitched, his legs pulling vainly against the attachments. He shook his head slightly, his face flushed with effort and embarrassment. And then, there was a subtle click. A few meters away, Ashley's machine jerked slightly on its rails, reacting immediately to Brian's bursts of laughter. The vibrations of her platform increased, eliciting an involuntary moan from her.

— Aaah… oh…! Ashley gasped, her body arching slightly against the constraint of the attachments.

The machine under her was not brutal; the vibrations were at first a delicate, almost teasing murmur, but they intensified as Brian's laughter filled the room. The contact against her clitoris, though attenuated by her underwear, was enough to awaken every sensitive nerve in her body. Her sock-clad feet twitched slightly as her feet, immobilized in the air, moved faintly under the effect of the nascent pleasure.

— Brian, hold on! she breathed between moans, but her voice lacked firmness.

She closed her eyes, desperately trying to focus on something other than the growing stimulation that held her hostage. Her wrists handcuffed behind her accentuated her helplessness, and the sound of Brian's laughter resonating around her, mixed with her own moans, created an infernal loop of tension and frustration.

— Haahaha! Please! Not there! Brian shouted as the feathers grew even bolder, exploring every hollow of his flanks with maddening meticulousness.

Tears were already welling up in the corners of his eyes. His breathing was a mix of gasps and uncontrollable laughter, his chest rising rapidly. The feathers now lingered on his belly, teasing his navel with unbearable precision, triggering spasms that shook his entire torso. Meanwhile, Ashley arched even more, her knees bent backward and her captive feet vibrating faintly in their immobility. Her cheeks were red, her slightly parted lips letting out faint sighs that betrayed the inevitable effect of the machine.

— Aaah… I… I’m…! Brian, stop laughing! she moaned, panic and pleasure mixing in her voice. But Brian could do nothing but yield to the laughter.

The feathers, insidious, did not weaken, and the vibrations under Ashley rose slowly, methodically, like an unstoppable tide. As her machine advanced slowly towards the door, the chill of worry crossed her mind. If she passed through that door, she knew everything would get worse.

— Brian… hold on… she pleaded, but her tone no longer had the assurance of before.

Brian panted, his chest rising rapidly as he tried to catch his breath between bursts of laughter. His muscles trembled with fatigue, his wrists pressed against the metal attachments of the machine. But he had not yet faced the worst. The mechanical arms readjusted, their movements precise and calculated, announcing a new assault. This time, the feathers converged towards his feet.

— No… no, not that! he murmured, breathless, realizing what was about to follow.

The first feathers descended gently, brushing the arches of his exposed feet. The hyper-sensitive nerves of this area reacted immediately, sending an electric shock through his entire body. Brian pulled on his attachments, his toes instinctively curling.

— Hnghh… haha… oh fuck!

He tried to maintain some composure, but the movements of the feathers were so calculated, so precise, that they seemed to guess his most vulnerable points. They slid along his arches, tracing invisible lines before slipping under his toes. This last point made him jerk violently.

— Hahaha! Stop… not there! Hahaha! he shouted, his voice broken by laughter that turned into an uncontrollable cascade.

The feathers became more insistent, changing texture: some were downy, gliding over his skin like airy caresses, while others were more rigid, giving the soles of his feet a more intense and irritating contact. The sensation was a mix of tickles and tingles, each brush triggering an involuntary spasm. The muscles of his legs contracted reflexively, but the machine held him perfectly immobile, unable to turn his feet away from these unbearable caresses. His laughter became louder, disordered, almost hysterical.

— Hahahahaha! Please! I… I’m going to go crazy! Hahahaha! His mind was already beginning to yield under the torture.

The feathers intensified even more, now exploring the sides of his feet, lingering on the heels and slowly rising towards his toes. Each time a feather tickled the sensitive area between his toes, a strangled cry escaped Brian, his body trembling uncontrollably. Then, just as he thought nothing could be worse, he felt a feather descend slowly, tracing a direct line along his inner side to a vulnerable place: his anus.

— Nghhh! Oh fuck…! he moaned, his entire body trembling violently.

The feather was fine and delicate, but its contact on this intimate area, so unexpected and so precise, triggered a wave of panic and pure humiliation. It brushed the area with calculated slowness, as if to remind him that he had no control over his own body. The sensation was not painful, but incredibly intrusive, a mix of intimate tickles and stimulation that surpassed anything he had imagined.

— Haaaah! No, no… damn it! Not that! he cried, his voice broken by a surge of conflicting emotions.

The feather described a circle around his anus, stopping at times before resuming, each pause amplifying the unbearable anticipation. Brian, unable to bear the humiliation and vulnerability, felt his mind waver. His hands trembled on the armrests, his breath ragged, and his laughter turned into a mix of moans and desperate gasps. It was too much. In an instinctive movement, his thumb pressed the button on the right armrest.

A sharp click sounded, and instantly, all the feathers stopped. Brian, still panting and his face flushed with effort, felt immediate relief, although the echo of recent sensations continued to course through his body. But his respite was short-lived. In the distance, he heard a metallic sound, like a mechanism activating. His heart pounding, he looked at the screens, wondering what he had just triggered.

Ashley felt a breath of cold air on her skin as a metallic arm emerged beside her. Without ceremony, the mechanism cut her bra with a precise movement, letting the fabric fall to the floor with a slight rustle. A wave of heat immediately rose to her cheeks. Her bare breasts, adorned with golden bells, were now fully exposed, their sensitivity exacerbated by the previous hypnoses. Each slight vibration of the machine under her seemed to resonate on her nipples, triggering a deliciously painful pulsation.

— No… not that, she murmured, vainly trying to straighten up despite the attachments holding her legs and wrists.

The golden bells tinkled faintly with her every movement, their crystalline sound resonating like a sly provocation. An electric tension ran through her entire body, exacerbated by the cold air on her skin and the position in which she was held. Yet, it was not just the humiliation that troubled her: an inner fire rumbled within her, fueled by the accumulated frustration and the excitement that the machine slowly awakened.

Meanwhile, Evelyn felt a slight mechanical jolt at her ankles. The metallic arms began to move, her heels remaining firmly fixed to the base of her platform. A sensation of coolness enveloped her bare feet, revealed for the first time in this space. The bells suspended from her toe rings tinkled faintly, breaking the silence around her.

— Oh no, no… she breathed, clenching her teeth, refusing to yield to the rise of a pleasure she already recognized.

The mechanical arms bent her legs with cold precision, forcing her heels to gently brush the surface of the feather-covered pylon. The contact was subtle, almost imperceptible, but she felt a strange wave run through her legs. She knew what this meant: the movement, if she let it continue, would trigger sensations she could not control. The bells at her toes would resonate more, and that would only make things worse.

She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on her breathing to contain the rise of excitement. The feathers, though motionless, taunted her with their mere presence. The mechanical arms holding her ankles allowed her some freedom of movement up and down, but Evelyn remained voluntarily still, fearing that the slightest gesture would advance her machine. The faint tinkling of the bells, nonetheless, seemed to amplify in her mind.

— Calm down, Evelyn… calm down, she murmured, trying to regain her composure.

For Ashley and Evelyn, the sensations were as physical as they were psychological: the humiliation, the desire, and the fear of losing even more ground in this merciless game intertwined in an infernal dance. Each, in her own way, was at the mercy of the situation, struggling to maintain a semblance of control over her body and emotions.

Ashley, still immobile on her vibrating machine, cast a desperate glance at Brian. Her bare breasts trembled slightly with each of her movements, the golden bells at her nipples tinkling faintly with the effect of her rapid breathing. The door behind her, though still distant, seemed to be inexorably approaching. Each vibration of the machine under her reminded her of her precarious position, and the fear of what awaited her on the other side made her shiver.

— Brian, please…Ah.. you have to stay focused, she said in a slightly trembling voice, interspersed with a subtle moan when the machine rumbled slightly under her body.

Her gaze was pleading, and although she tried to hide her vulnerability, the situation exposed her without detour. Her tone became firmer:

— I can’t… cross that door. You have to win, Brian. We have to win.

Evelyn, for her part, observed the scene from her own machine, her bare feet suspended around the feather-covered phallic pylon. Her ankles held high made the bells on her toes tinkle slightly with her every movement, but she remained as still as possible. Her gaze lingered on Brian, trying to calm her own troubled thoughts while choosing her words.

— Brian… I know it’s hard, but you’re doing well, she said softly, her voice composed, almost reassuring. You’re not alone in this. We’re here with you.

She crossed her arms, trying to hide the turmoil rising within her. Her feet trembled slightly at the thought of the pylon so close, but she refused to let herself be distracted.

Brian, still attached to his machine, nodded slightly, his breath short. The tension in the room was almost palpable, amplified by the proximity of the exposed bodies and the occasional tinkling of the bells.

— I'm sorry… he murmured, lowering his eyes slightly. I… I shouldn't have pressed the button. His voice was full of sincerity, but his apology wouldn't change what had just happened.

He looked up at Ashley, whose cheeks were flushed with both humiliation and the effort to contain herself. Then, he looked at Evelyn, who, although silent, seemed to encourage him with the warmth of her gaze.

— It's going to be okay. I'll find that letter, he said with renewed determination. He focused on the screen in front of him, analyzing the partially revealed sentence.

He announced a letter, and the system emitted a beep indicating he was correct. An additional part of the sentence appeared on the screen, and a collective sigh of relief seemed to pass through the room. Yet, the moment of respite did not go unnoticed. Both women, each in her own way, noticed a detail that betrayed Brian's state: his erection, clearly visible in his vulnerable position, was slightly rising, a reaction he couldn't hide.

Ashley briefly looked away, a wave of jealousy and confusion washing over her mind. She knew she had always had a strong effect on Brian, but here, in this situation, it seemed to be the opposite. She frowned slightly, then resumed her role of encouragement, trying to channel her energy to regain her position.

Evelyn, on the other hand, observed Brian with a more subtle attention. She made no comment, but her cheeks flushed slightly pink. The look she gave him was not mocking, but filled with a tenderness she couldn't hide. She knew that this ordeal was as much a challenge for him as it was for them, and seeing him struggle like this awakened in her a mix of pride and growing desire.

— Keep going like that, Brian, Evelyn murmured softly. You're on the right track. The encouragement from both women echoed in the room, each word aimed at keeping Brian focused despite the charged atmosphere.

Yet, the implicit humiliation of their situation, the exposure of their bodies, and the intensifying erotic tension seemed to weigh on them all. Brian took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the screen, determined not to fail again. Brian, breathless, stared at the screen, but a shadow of doubt betrayed him as he announced a letter. An error beep sounded in the room, and almost immediately, the machines started moving.

The tension rose sharply as the mechanical arms around Brian began to move, their feathers deploying with relentless precision. Brian first felt the feathers return to his ribs, their tips brushing his hypersensitive skin with maddening lightness. The initial contacts were tolerable, but he knew the intensity would soon surpass his limits. His laughter, despite himself, burst out in short, jagged bursts.

— Haha! No… not again! Hahaha!

Ashley, a few meters away, tensed up hearing his laughter. Immediately, the machine under her began to vibrate again, triggering increased stimulation on her clitoris. Without a bra to contain her breasts, every movement of her body accentuated the jingling of the golden bells attached to her nipples. Each vibration, each jingle sent a wave of sensations through her body, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips.

— Ahhh! Brian! she cried out, her cheeks flushed with both stimulation and the shame of being exposed like this.

The machine moved slowly on the rails, taking her further away from Brian and closer to the door behind her. Her feet, immobilized in their vulnerable position, were for now spared, but she knew everything could change. She stared desperately at the door as it approached, her fear growing with each centimeter.

On the other side, Evelyn also felt the effects of Brian's laughter. The mechanical arms controlling her legs began to move, gently bending her ankles. Her heels, suspended around the feather-covered phallic pylon, brushed against the silky fibers. With each lateral movement of the arms, the feathers slowly caressed her heels, sliding up to the base of her toes before returning. Evelyn gritted her teeth, trying to contain the rising excitement she hated feeling. The slow, repeated caress on her heels, so delicate, began to send shivers down her skin. Each measured lateral movement of the mechanical arms amplified the sensations, and she felt the bells on her toe rings jingle slightly with each movement.

— No… stay calm… she murmured to herself, struggling to maintain control. But each shiver, each jingle, each feather touch made her purse her lips to stifle a moan.

She knew that if she let out the slightest sound, her machine would move forward, inevitably bringing her closer to Brian. Worse, she felt that her movements, even involuntary and mimicking the start of a footjob around the pylon, moved the feathers more deeply, intensifying the sensations against her feet.

Ashley, despite her own distress, couldn't help but notice Evelyn's movements. The silver bells rang faintly, but enough for their high-pitched jingling to reach her ears. She felt a wave of jealousy wash over her; Evelyn, with her perfectly maintained and exposed feet, seemed to control everything, where Ashley felt increasingly powerless. She gritted her teeth, her thoughts leading to Brian, whose attention seemed to wander with each burst of laughter and each annoying jingle of those bells.

Brian, meanwhile, was overwhelmed by the increasing sensations. The feathers had now invaded his balls, their tips brushing his taut skin unbearably. A new feather slid gently along the length of his erection, which, despite his humiliating position, betrayed growing excitement.

— Haha! Hhh… oh… ha…! No, no! Not there! he cried out between uncontrollable laughter.

The combination of stimulations was almost too much for him: the tickling on his ribs, his balls, and that feather tracing light but persistent circles on his erect member. His laughter became higher-pitched, almost hysterical, and his face flushed with shame he couldn't suppress.

— Stop! Hahaha! Oh… I'm going to… I'm going to go crazy! His laughter fueled Ashley's machine, which vibrated more and more, bringing her even closer to the door.

Her moans blended with the chaos, the golden bells on her nipples jingling furiously, amplifying her sensations to the brink of bearable.

Evelyn, still suspended, felt her own limits approaching. Her feet, though spared at the toes, were becoming more sensitive with each prolonged contact with the feathers. She had to fight not to move more, as she knew each movement would intensify her ordeal and could provoke moans she was trying to contain.

The sound of the bells resonated in the room, between the chaotic jingling of Ashley and the more distinct but clear jingling of Evelyn. Brian, in the middle of this sensory and sonic whirlwind, struggled to focus on the screen, but his mind and body seemed ready to give in.

Brian's laughter burst out more intensely as the feathers on his skin continued their relentless assault. This crescendo provoked an immediate reaction on the machines of both women. The mechanical arms holding Evelyn's ankles widened their movement. The soft, insidious feathers began to brush against her toes. Evelyn jerked violently at this first contact, her whole body shivering under the effect of a brutal wave of tickles.

— Hahahaha! No! Not there! Hahaha! she cried out, her voice broken by uncontrollable laughter.

The mere brushing of the feathers on her toes, her most vulnerable area, made the silver bells on her toe rings jingle. The crystalline jingling filled the air, immediately triggering a new layer of sensations in her body. Evelyn, helpless, let out an involuntary moan at the same time as a burst of laughter.

— Hhh… Ahhh! No… not… the bells… she murmured in a ragged breath, her cheeks turning red under the intensity of the stimulations.

The machine responded swiftly to her laughter. The rails activated, slowly but implacably moving Evelyn's platform towards Brian's. With each jerk of her feet, the feathers caressed her toes with terrifying precision, amplifying the jingling of the bells, which in turn amplified her excitement.

— Hahaha! Oh… no… hahaha! Not that! she cried out again, unable to stop the infernal cycle consuming her.

On the other side, Ashley, still on her vibrating machine, felt each burst of Brian's laughter resonate in her own body. The vibrations increased as the machine moved away from him, inevitably bringing her closer to the door. Her breathing became more and more ragged, the intense sensations mixing with a visceral fear of what awaited her behind that mysterious door.

— Brian! Stop! she pleaded, her legs pulled back exposing her still immobile feet. I'm going to cross the door… Ahhh! Do something! Her bare breasts rose with each moan, the golden bells on her nipples jingling faintly with each movement of her body.

She also heard the hypnotic jingling of Evelyn's bells, and, though she didn't understand why, their sound seemed to awaken a smoldering anger in her.

— Those damn bells… she muttered through gritted teeth, her gaze lingering on Evelyn's feet in full stimulation, their obvious perfection contrasting cruelly with her own neglected feet.

Brian, caught in his own ordeal, desperately tried to regain control. The feathers caressing his erection and his balls, the relentless stimulations on his ribs, all pushed him to the brink of total breakdown. But the sounds around him — Ashley's moans, Evelyn's laughter and jingling — strangely captivated him, adding a layer of excitement he dared not admit, even to himself.

— Hahaha! I… I'm going to hold on! I'm going to find the phrase…! he cried out between bursts of laughter, tears in his eyes, his hardened erection betraying his emotional confusion.

Evelyn, despite her position, struggled to control herself. Her feet, rocked by the mechanical arms, couldn't escape the feathers sliding now along their entire length, from heel to toes. The slowness of the movement made each brush unbearable, tickling and exciting her in equal measure.

— Hahaha! Oh, my God… I…! Hahaha! she moaned, feeling her machine move a little closer, inevitably bringing her closer to Brian.

Ashley, meanwhile, could only watch with raging jealousy and growing frustration as her own machine approached the door. Each jingle of Evelyn's silver bells seemed to remind her of what she risked losing. The tension in the room was palpable, hanging in the air like a taut string ready to snap.

Ashley, stopped just in front of the now open door, couldn't help but tremble. Her chest, adorned with the golden bells on her nipples that remained still for now, rose and fell with her ragged breathing. The vibrations of her machine had stopped, but the persistent heat between her thighs was almost maddening, exacerbated by the humiliation of being topless, exposed like this before Brian and Evelyn.

— Brian… Ashley breathed, her voice a mix of pleading and contained tension. Find the letter. Please… Her eyes were fixed on him, shining with a mix of hope and fear.

She knew he had no right to make a mistake: crossing that door meant entering another hell orchestrated by Alan. But deep down, jealousy still rumbled. Evelyn, so close to Brian now, represented a danger she couldn't ignore.

On the other side, Evelyn was suspended in tense immobility. Her legs, held by the mechanical arms, were slightly bent, her bare feet perfectly exposed. The toe bells remained silent for now, but their mere presence added an electric charge to the atmosphere. Evelyn clenched her jaw, her repressed excitement burning beneath the surface. Her proximity to Brian, so intimate despite the circumstances, troubled her deeply. She felt his gaze, his eyes lingering briefly on her face before drifting instinctively to her feet, then returning to her eyes, as if he were trying not to let his own thoughts wander.

— You can do it, Brian… Evelyn murmured, her voice soft but filled with controlled intensity. You have to do it. For Ashley… and you. Her tone was sincere, but a hint of something deeper vibrated in her words, an emotion she couldn't completely hide.

For Brian, the silence between stimulations was not a respite; it was an ordeal in itself. His breathing had stabilized, but his hands trembled slightly as he stared at the screen in front of him. The masked phrase seemed to dance before his eyes, each blank space a screaming challenge. He knew the next mistake would be catastrophic. He took a deep breath, his eyes shining with feverish determination, and made his choice.

On the screen, a letter appeared. Correct. A collective sigh passed through the room. Evelyn briefly closed her eyes, her shoulders relaxing slightly as her ankles remained immobile in the mechanical arms. Ashley, meanwhile, felt a wave of relief wash over her, but it was short-lived. The door behind her still seemed threatening, and the heat in her belly refused to subside. She heard Brian suggest a new letter. Brian felt sweat bead on his forehead as he saw the rejected letter appear in red on the screen in front of him.

The tension, already unbearable, exploded into a chaos he could no longer control. Ashley's machine, immobile for precious seconds, emitted a metallic click before starting to move, as Brian began to scream again.

— No! she cried out, her voice vibrating with panic. Brian! But her cry changed nothing.

The door in front of her opened with a deep, implacable rumble, revealing a new narrow and long room. The rails extended straight ahead, leading Ashley's machine to a sudden immobilization in the center of the space. Behind her, the door closed heavily, a final sound that echoed in her ears like a sentence.

— No, no, no! she exclaimed, pulling on her restraints, but she could do nothing.

The walls, covered with long moving feathers that seemed almost to breathe, were too far away for her to touch, but their mere presence made her shiver. Her gaze fixed on a screen suspended in front of her, hanging from rails that seemed to follow her wherever she went. Alan appeared on the screen, his smug and mocking smile already in place.

— Hello, Ashley, he said in a drawling voice, as if savoring her torment. Welcome to the second phase of your ordeal.

— Alan! she screamed, her cheeks red and her eyes furious. Let me go! But Alan continued as if she had said nothing.

— Your challenge is simple. Your machine will now advance and vibrate to the sound of your own bells. Each jingle, each movement you make will resonate with these little golden wonders and bring you one step closer to these feather-filled walls. Ashley felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Her bells, hanging from her hypersensitive nipples, suddenly seemed to weigh a ton.

— However, Alan continued, there is another factor to consider. The screen changed image, showing the other room.

Evelyn was almost facing Brian now, her body suspended in constant tension as the mechanical arms still guided her feet in precise movements. The feathers now lingered on her toes, and her bells rang with each involuntary gesture. Evelyn laughed, her sounds staccato betraying a mix of panic and excitement.

— If Brian comes to orgasm, Alan resumed, the walls of your room will close in. That would be a real shame, wouldn't it? Ashley felt panic rise within her.

— And if you react too strongly, if you give in to the vibrations… you will advance, Alan added, a gleam of malice in his eyes, knowing tha Ashley could not cum without a male partner.

Ashley swallowed, her breath ragged. The unbearable heat between her thighs seemed to blend with the coldness of despair settling in her belly. The screen refocused on Alan.

— I'll leave you to your thoughts, Ashley, he concluded with a cruel smile. Oh, and enjoy the show.

The screen then changed, showing Brian and Evelyn's room. In the other room, Evelyn was still laughing, her feet guided by the mechanical arms that made the feathers slide from the base of her toes to her heels in a regular movement.

The sound of her bells, cruelly melodious, resonated in the space, invading Ashley's room as well. Ashley growled in frustration and jealousy hearing Evelyn's bells. They seemed to mock her own immobility.

The vibration of Ashley's machine was momentarily off, but the threat of activation at the slightest movement from her breast hung over her like a sword of Damocles. She looked desperately at the screen, where Evelyn, despite her laughter, seemed to dominate the situation.

Evelyn, already on the brink of panic and exhaustion, felt the mechanical arms of her machine fold slightly. A metallic click resonated as her platform slid faster on its rails, bringing her inevitably closer to Brian.

She laughed and moaned despite herself, her feet continuing to mimic an involuntary movement on the phallic pylon, amplifying the tickles assaulting her. Her toes, enveloped by the feathers, danced frantically to escape the stimulation, making the bells on her toe rings jingle in a crystalline melody that seemed to fill the entire room.

— Stop! No… ha… ha! Oh my god, no! she screamed between bursts of uncontrollable laughter.

Then, suddenly, the machines stopped. Evelyn, breathless, tried to catch her breath. Her legs trembled slightly, the bells at her feet ringing faintly in the almost deafening silence that followed. Her heels no longer touched the feathers, but she still felt their ghostly presence brush against her hypersensitive skin, as if her body refused to calm down. A dull click resonated as the two machines interlocked with cold, implacable precision.

The phallic pylon retracted gently, and Evelyn felt a new mechanical system take over. The articulated arms of Brian's machine deployed slowly, their feathers gleaming with precision and threat, while two other mechanical arms firmly secured Evelyn's ankles. She struggled instinctively.

— What are you doing?! No! Not that! she cried out, desperately pulling on her legs, but the ankle clamps were immovable. Her feet were lifted and placed with almost ironic delicacy around Brian's naked erection, which, already taut and exposed, seemed even more vulnerable under the gentle pressure of her soft skin. Evelyn felt the warm, firm contact against her soles, and her breath caught for a moment.

— No…, she murmured in a broken voice, her cheeks turning crimson.

Brian, on the other hand, felt a confusing mix of shame, desire, and resignation. The contact of Evelyn's bare feet, silky and adorned with those bells that still rang faintly, provoked a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. His arms, secured by the metal armrests, trembled slightly, and he looked away, unable to face Evelyn.

— Evelyn… I'm sorry… he murmured in a hoarse voice.

— I… I don't want to! Evelyn replied, but her voice lacked firmness. She knew that with her constrained posture, any attempt to resist or move would provoke a reaction she couldn't control.

The feathers of the mechanical arms then came into action, gently brushing against the hypersensitive skin of her feet. They slid between her toes, rose along her arches, and tickled the base of her heels. Evelyn let out a high-pitched cry followed by a burst of uncontrollable laughter, her feet twisting instinctively around Brian's erection.

— HAHAHA! No! Not my feet! Not my toes! she screamed, shaken by the unbearable stimulation.

Each movement she made, each attempt to withdraw her feet from the insidious caresses of the feathers, intensified the contact with Brian's erection. Her toes slid involuntarily against him, and the bells on her toe rings rang even louder, amplifying the latent excitement filling the room. She could move, up and down as before, but this time, she was no longer mimicking a footjob. Brian, unable to contain the sensations, felt his body respond in an irresistible way.

— Evelyn, stop… please, stop! he moaned, but he knew she couldn't. The involuntary rubbing of Evelyn's feet, combined with the excitement accumulated by the tickles and the sound of the bells, created an unbearable tension. Each laugh, each cry from Evelyn resonated in his mind, triggering a spiral of pleasure and guilt.

In the neighboring room, Ashley watched all this unfold on her screen. Her own bells rang softly with each movement on the vibrating machine, and the echo of Evelyn's bells invaded her mind like a cruel mockery.

— Brian… Evelyn… No! she cried out, her fists clenching against her restraints.

Her jealousy reached an unbearable peak, fueled by the cruel contrast between her neglected feet and Evelyn's perfect ones, which seemed to captivate Brian despite himself. But she was also troubled by her own excitement, a burning frustration that only grew.

Evelyn continued to struggle, her feet moving despite herself in an awkward and irresistible dance, each jingle of the bells on her toes amplifying the ordeal and desire in an unbearable crescendo. The silence that fell over the room after the tickles stopped seemed more oppressive than the previous tumult. Brian breathed softly, his body tense, his mind clouded by a flood of conflicting sensations.

His wrists were crisp against the metal armrests, and his gaze flickered briefly between Evelyn, whose feet still rested against his erection, and the screen in front of him, displaying the incomplete phrase. Evelyn, her cheeks burning, felt her legs tremble slightly in the mechanical ankle clamps. Her feet, still adorned with their toe bells, remained in contact with Brian, and she couldn't ignore the effect they had on him.

She had noticed the growing rigidity of his erection and the expression of inner struggle on his face. A part of her, the one that grew under the influence of her hypnoses, felt a troubling satisfaction. She knew she was in a position of power, that her body — or rather, her feet — had a hold on Brian she couldn't ignore.

But she hated this feeling as much as she succumbed to it. I have to pull myself together. Don't think about that. This isn't voluntary… this isn't me… she repeated to herself, but her thoughts always returned to Brian, to his ragged breath, to his palpable excitement.

— Brian, she murmured softly, breaking the silence, her voice trembling. Focus… I'm here for you. Her words, though sincere, carried an ambiguity she couldn't erase.

She knew she loved him, wanted him to succeed… but a part of her also loved this moment, this strange bond she shared with him. On the other side, on her screen,

Ashley observed everything with feverish intensity. Her own breath was ragged, her bare breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. The golden bells on her nipples remained silent, but their presence and weight amplified her excitement. She felt her own body vibrate with frustration, her thighs pressed against the machine's restraints.

Don't come, Brian… I beg you. Don't come, she thought with almost desperate fervor. She knew that if Brian gave in, the feathered walls around her would close in, and she would find herself in a hell she couldn't bear.

But she was also haunted by what she saw: Evelyn, barefoot, in an intimate and seductive posture with her husband. Those damn feet… she thought, her eyes fixed on Evelyn's perfectly groomed toes, adorned with their silver bells. Each jingle seemed to resonate directly in her mind, awakening a corrosive jealousy. Brian clenched his fists on the armrests, taking a deep breath to recenter himself.

— I'm going to find… he murmured to himself, his eyes fixed on the screen, trying to dispel the image of Evelyn's feet against him.

But even as he focused, he couldn't ignore the lingering warmth of their contact. The softness of her skin, the way her toes moved slightly, as if by reflex, created a spiral of excitement he struggled to control. Evelyn, feeling the tension rise in him, swallowed.

She tried to keep her feet still, but the mechanical ankle clamps left her little room to maneuver. Her toes twitched slightly, causing a crystalline jingle that made Brian flinch.

— Sorry… she breathed, her face marked by sincere embarrassment.

— It's… it's not your fault, Brian replied in a hoarse voice, though he didn't have the strength to meet her gaze.

Ashley, immobile on her machine in the new room, stared at the screen in front of her with almost painful intensity. She saw every movement of Brian and Evelyn, every detail amplified by her own frustration and the ever-present fear of the feathered walls surrounding her. She was alone, cut off from all interaction with them, a silent spectator of the ordeal playing out in the other room. Her gaze fixed on Brian, tense in his constrained position, his fists clenched, his breath ragged.

The contact of Evelyn's feet against his erection left little room for doubt: he was excited. Ashley could see it, in the subtle but evident curve of his hardened erection.

Don't give in, Brian… don't do it, not now, not like this, she thought desperately. But her eyes drifted almost involuntarily to Evelyn. Her bare feet, adorned with silver bells, framed Brian's erection with an involuntary but terribly effective grace.

Evelyn's toes moved slightly, sometimes under the effect of the mechanisms, sometimes by a reflex Ashley couldn't help but despise. The jingle of the bells resonated faintly through the screen, and each note seemed to infiltrate directly into Ashley's consciousness, awakening a whirlwind of jealousy and excitement. In the other room, Brian tried to catch his breath, avoiding at all costs looking at Evelyn. Yet, the softness of her feet against him remained a constant in his mind, a warmth he couldn't forget.

Evelyn, for her part, was frozen, desperately trying to stay still. The mechanical ankle clamps held her with implacable firmness, and though she could move slightly, each movement risked making the bells on her toes jingle or provoking additional contact with Brian. She lowered her eyes, looking at her own body with a strange sense of detachment. She was aware of the intimacy of their situation, of the effect she had on him.

Brian's erection, rigid and exposed, sometimes brushed against her feet despite herself, a contact she would have wanted to flee as much as she felt its forbidden power.

I can't move… no more than I can ignore it, Evelyn thought, her heart pounding. She dared a glance at Brian, and the tension in his expression, the evident struggle he was waging, broke her heart.

— Brian… she finally murmured, her voice barely audible, as if she were afraid her words might break something. You can do it. Focus…

He took a deep breath, nodding silently. But he felt everything, each fiber of his body tense with sensations he tried to ignore: the silky softness of Evelyn's skin, the gentle but insistent pressure of her feet, and that damn jingling that resonated in his ears like an obsessive melody.

Ashley observed this moment, powerless, feeling a wave of heat rise within her, a toxic mix of jealousy and envy. She couldn't look away, even as each second consumed her a little more. Brian clenched his fists on the armrests, his gaze locking onto the screen in front of him, onto the incomplete phrase.

The tension in the air was palpable, each silence between them seeming to last an eternity. Ashley held her breath, Evelyn struggled against her own emotions, and Brian, on the brink of breaking, had to make a decision, and it was the wrong one.

 

[letrah2]

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[lois333]

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[Zark]

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