The Chiming Bells 13 - F/F F/F - taunts, aggressive

[lois333]

Hey ! I did not have time to write as much these days, partly because of commisions (and paypal blocking accounts after accounts). But here it is. This chapter is a bit more.. Let's just say every character's pent up. Let me know what you think of it.

Hope you'll enjoy.

Chapter 13: Ashley’s Catharsis​

The limousine came to a gentle stop in front of the house. Alan stepped out first, adjusting his jacket with a calculated nonchalance, before extending an exaggeratedly gallant hand to Ashley. She ignored it, exiting the car alone, her thick socks sliding slightly on the ground. She walked stiffly, each movement tense and deliberate. Her closed-off expression betrayed a mix of fatigue, anger, and cold determination. Alan, on the other hand, seemed amused by the scene, a smirk stretching his lips.

They entered the house. Evelyn and Brian were in the living room, sitting a cautious distance apart. Both looked up as Alan and Ashley arrived. Evelyn raised her eyebrows slightly, surprised to see Alan with Ashley. Brian felt a knot form in his stomach. Ashley's tense demeanor and Alan's presence were enough to stir a silent worry within him.

Alan clapped his hands, drawing their attention like a teacher addressing a restless class.

“Ladies and gentleman!” he declared in a cheerful tone. “I have an important announcement to make.”

Ashley, without so much as a glance at Brian or Evelyn, immediately climbed the stairs, her socks muffling her steps. Brian watched her go, his eyebrows furrowed. Evelyn remained still, analyzing every detail with almost obsessive attention.

Alan continued, unfazed.

“There will be no challenges for the next two days, he said, clasping his hands behind his back. Consider it a well-deserved break. But… (he paused dramatically, savoring the attention) ...these two days will also be a time for reflection. Brian, to avoid any misunderstandings or... shall we say, visible preferences, you will not share a room with anyone. You will sleep here, in the living room. Absolute neutrality, until the next challenge.”

Evelyn felt her heart sink. Two nights without Brian by her side? This ruined her subtle strategies, her nightly games that were slowly but surely drawing her closer to him. She gritted her teeth but forced a sweet smile, hoping to hide her disappointment.

“As always, Alan, your concern for fairness is... exemplary”, she said in a honeyed tone.

Alan offered her a knowing smile, deliberately ignoring the hint of irony in her voice.

“I know”, he replied simply. “Now, get some rest. The next challenge will be... memorable.”

He turned on his heel and left the house, leaving a palpable tension in his wake. Evelyn sighed discreetly, glancing at Brian, whose gaze was still fixed on the stairs. He seemed lost in thought, or perhaps in doubt. Without a word, he stood up and followed Ashley upstairs.
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Ashley was in their room, sitting on the edge of the bed, her fists clenched on her knees. Her thick socks still covered her feet, but she seemed not to care. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of shame from what she had endured at the spa and burning rage against Alan. She startled slightly when Brian entered but did not look up at him.

“Where were you?” he asked in a grave tone, closing the door behind him.

Ashley clenched her fists tighter, her knuckles whitening under the pressure. She remained silent for a moment before replying without looking at him,

“It's none of your business.”

Brian felt a spark of annoyance but took a deep breath, trying to keep his calm.

“You disappear all day, come back with Alan, and now you won't tell me anything? Ash, what's going on? What did he do to you?”

She finally looked up at him, and Brian was struck by the glint of anger and frustration in her eyes. She stood up abruptly, taking a step toward him, her gaze burning.

“Nothing!” she smirked. “He didn't do anything I didn't agree to. So leave me alone, Brian!”

“Agreed to?” he repeated, astonished. “Ash, you know he never does anything without an ulterior motive. You really think he let you go with him without having a plan?”

“And you?! she spat, her eyes gleaming with rage. You think I don't see what's happening? Evelyn, her damn feet, her bells! You look at her like she's…”

She stopped, her voice suddenly breaking. She looked away, her lips trembling. Brian took a hesitant step toward her, reaching out a hand.

“Ashley, it's not... Evelyn has nothing to do with this. It's you that…”

“Don't lie to me! she screamed, her voice echoing in the room. You think I don't see how she manipulates you? Her little games? Her looks? And you, falling for it, again and again!”

Brian looked down, unable to respond. A part of him knew she was right. Evelyn had an influence over him that he didn't fully understand, and it gnawed at him.

Ashley looked at him for a moment, tears threatening to spill, then stepped back toward the bed, sinking down heavily. She ran a trembling hand over her face.

“Just go, Brian”, she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I don't want to see you. Not now.”

Brian opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it. He knew pushing further would only make things worse. After one last look at Ashley, he left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
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The evening stretched on in tense silence. Evelyn, dressed in a light dress that hinted at her slender figure, wore a pair of perfectly fitted black heels. Her movements were measured, as if she was trying to maintain both physical and emotional distance from Brian. But even she couldn't deny the electricity in the air; every time they crossed paths, their gazes lingered a moment too long before she looked away with a slight smile.

Brian, for his part, seemed more nervous than usual. He had settled in the living room with a book he pretended to read, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Every time Evelyn passed by, he felt that familiar tension rise within him. He tried not to look at her, but the soft sound of Evelyn's silver bells echoed in his mind, a haunting melody he couldn't ignore.

Ashley had remained locked in their room all evening, refusing to come down for dinner. Brian had tried a couple of times to convince her, knocking softly on the door, but she had only responded with icy silence. Eventually, he gave up, sinking into the living room couch with visible fatigue.

Evelyn had settled into a chair across from him, pretending to flip through a magazine, though her attention was entirely focused on Brian. She analyzed every gesture, every sigh, and fought the urge to go to him. Her growing obsession with him, amplified by the hypnosis, made every moment away from him unbearable. But she knew she had to be clever; one wrong move, one miscalculated provocation, and Brian could shut down completely.

Night fell, and silence enveloped the house. Evelyn had gone up to her room a bit earlier, her heels clicking softly on the stairs. Brian had settled on the living room couch, a blanket thrown carelessly over him. But despite his exhaustion, he couldn't find sleep. His thoughts swirled between Ashley and Evelyn, between his guilt and his desires.

At the top of the stairs, Evelyn slowly removed her heels, her delicate feet touching the cold floor. The soft jingle of the bells rang out immediately, and she froze, an uncontrollable shiver running down her spine. Her eyelids fluttered closed for a moment as a warm sensation spread through her body, awakening feelings she had tried to suppress all evening.

“Focus, Evelyn…” she said to herself, her voice barely audible in the silent house.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her mind, but every movement of her toes made the bells jingle, triggering waves of excitement she couldn't ignore. She tried to walk softly to her bed, but each step amplified the turmoil rising within her. She bit the inside of her cheek, clenching her fists to resist her desires.

Evelyn lay down on the bed, pulling the sheet over her, but the silence of the room seemed to amplify the jingle of the bells every time she moved. Her body shivered under the blanket, and her thoughts inevitably drifted to Brian. She wondered if he was asleep, if he was thinking of her. A slight smile tugged at her lips at the thought, but the haunting sound of her bells reignited her excitement, preventing her from relaxing.

In the living room, Brian was also far from rest. The jingle of the bells, though distant, reached him, insinuating itself into his mind like a sweet poison. He clutched the blanket to him, trying to push away the images that flooded his mind: Evelyn, her perfect feet adorned with their golden bells, moving with hypnotic elegance. He took a deep breath, but his body reacted despite him, a shiver of desire coursing through him.

“Stop it”, he murmured to himself, trying to reason with himself.

But the sound of the bells continued to echo, amplifying his urges, blurring the lines between his thoughts and desires. This night promised to be long for both of them, each jingle, each movement feeding an unbearable tension that begged to be released.
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The limousine glided silently in the pale morning light, its engine almost inaudible on the deserted roads. Inside, silence reigned as well, though each occupant was lost in heavy, tense thoughts. Ashley, sitting next to Evelyn, stared out at the passing landscape without a word, her legs crossed and her fists clenched on her thighs. Her thick socks, a remnant of the spa treatment, gave her a strange sense of both comfort and constraint. Part of her felt naked, exposed, as she mentally prepared for the upcoming challenge.

Evelyn, on the other hand, appeared calm on the surface. She watched Ashley out of the corner of her eye, trying to guess her intentions, her weaknesses. Alan, sitting across from them, wore that enigmatic smile that never left him, his gaze shifting between the two women like a predator already savoring the chaos he had orchestrated.

“Ashley”, he said suddenly, breaking the silence. “Ready to prove you're the best?”

Ashley shot him a cold look, her lips tightening slightly.

“I'm doing what I have to”, she replied sharply, her eyes immediately returning to the window.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the exchange, but kept her thoughts to herself. Brian, sitting at the far end of the limousine, seemed nervous. His fingers tapped softly on his knee, and his gaze carefully avoided Ashley and Evelyn. He knew that this challenge, like all the others, would only heighten the tensions between them. And yet, he couldn't help but feel a strange excitement rising within him, a toxic mix of curiosity and desire that he hated as much as he embraced.

The warehouse soon came into view, a massive and intimidating silhouette in the cold morning light. The doors opened with a metallic groan, and the group entered the vast room, where everything was already set up. A sturdy chair stood in the center, surrounded by tables covered with various tools: feathers, oils, vibrators, ropes, and even the golden and silver bells that had marked previous challenges.

Alan led them to the central stage, where artificial light bathed the space in a harsh glow.

“Ladies, here is your moment”, he announced with calculated joviality. “The rules are simple: each of you will have ten minutes with the other, who will be tied to this chair. Each orgasm from the person tied down will add five minutes to the timer. You have access to everything you see here. Show me what you're made of.”

He turned to Ashley, a slightly more pronounced smile on his lips.

“Ashley, you will be the first one tied up. I'm sure you'll know how to... handle the situation.”

Ashley took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on Evelyn with a mix of coldness and determination. She removed her top, revealing a black bra that accentuated her figure, and slowly descended to the chair. Her socks slid slightly on the floor, amplifying that sense of vulnerability she hated. She sat down, her fists clenched, as two assistants approached to tie her wrists and ankles securely to the chair.

Evelyn stepped forward then, a mysterious smile on her lips. She took a moment to examine the tools at her disposal, her fingers brushing over the feathers, oils, and finally the golden bells. An amused gleam shone in her eyes as she picked them up, her movements deliberately slow to heighten the tension.

“Don't worry, Ashley”, she murmured with feigned sweetness. “I'll make sure you enjoy every second.”

Ashley clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing at Evelyn. But she knew any resistance would be futile. Evelyn approached finally, her heels clicking softly on the floor, the subtle jingle of the bells adding a musical note to her step. She placed the bell on the table next to Ashley, then slowly knelt down, her hands sliding toward Ashley's ankles.

“Let's start slow”, she whispered with a malicious smile.

As she ran a finger under Ashley's feet, caressing the sock that completely muffled the sensations, she realized that Ashley did not react.

Alan turned to the group with his eternal smile, a mix of satisfaction and malice lighting up his features.

“A clarification before the game begins, ladies: the winner will be the one who spends the least time tied up. Your ability to exploit each other's weaknesses will determine everything. Be creative. But know this: anyone who has an orgasm will be hypnotized, as usual. Ten minutes”, he murmured, starting a timer. “Impress me.”

Evelyn and Ashley glared at each other, their accumulated tensions ready to explode. Evelyn moved first, a gleam of determination and desire in her eyes. Brian, sitting on a chair nearby, was rigid, his gaze shifting between the two women. The sexual and competitive tension filled the air like a suffocating vapor.

Ashley, immobilized on the chair, stared at Evelyn with cold anger. Her fists clenched around the restraints that held her to her seat.

“You really think you can humiliate me here, Evelyn? I'm ready for you, so bring it on”, she growled.

“Oh, I'll do more than that”, Evelyn replied, leaning toward Ashley. “You see, I know all your little weaknesses. You're just a puppet in this game, Ashley. And me? I'm going to pull the strings.”

Following her previous failure, Evelyn naturally abandoned Ashley's feet, unaware of what she had just missed. With a fluid movement, Evelyn unhooked Ashley's bra, revealing her generous breasts that rose slightly under the tension. The golden bells on Ashley's piercings jingled softly, triggering a wave of sensations that she desperately tried to contain.

“Nice breasts”, Evelyn remarked, a hint of jealousy in her voice. “But you know, there's nothing worse than having big vulgar assets like this. I’ll show you why.”

Evelyn stepped back slightly to observe Ashley, her smug smile betraying her excitement at the thought of fully exploiting her rival's weaknesses. She slowly raised her hands, fingers slightly spread, and brought them down with calculated slowness toward Ashley's exposed chest.

“Let's see how long you can hold out”, she murmured maliciously.

The first touch was light, almost a ghostly caress on the sides of Ashley's breasts. This simple brush was enough to trigger an uncontrolled spasm, her muscles contracting under the effect of a shiver. Ashley bit her lip, desperately trying to contain her reactions, but the battle was already lost. The golden bells attached to her piercings jingled softly with her movement, as if they too were laughing at her fate.

“Hnn... stop!” she gasped, her voice strangled, as her cheeks flushed slightly.

Encouraged, Evelyn intensified her movements. Her fingers began to explore more frankly the tender, hypersensitive skin, tracing circles around the areolas without ever touching them directly. The jingle of the bells increased in intensity as Ashley moved to try to escape this sweet but relentless torture.

“Ah! No!” she cried out, a first wave of uncontrollable laughter escaping her.

Her head tilted back, her hair sticking to her already damp neck. Her chest rose rapidly with her halting breath, making Evelyn's task even easier. She bit her lip, savoring the scene. She gently pinched a piercing, causing a sharper jingle and a choked cry from Ashley.

“You're so sensitive, it's almost unfair”, Evelyn mocked. “Look at you, Ashley. So weak.”

“Go to hell”, Ashley retorted between saccadic laughs, but her voice lacked conviction. She knew she was losing control, and every new attack brought her closer to surrender.

Evelyn's fingers intensified, focusing on the most sensitive areas: the undersides of the breasts, where the skin was soft and vulnerable, and the sides, where the slightest touch triggered an explosion of sensations. Ashley's laughter rose in crescendo, turning into an uncontrollable flood. She shook her head, her hair whipping slightly around her flushed face.

“Hahaha! Stop, stop!” she cried, her words interspersed with involuntary moans.

But Evelyn showed no mercy. She added a faster rhythm to her gestures, her nails barely grazing enough to provoke a new series of spasms. The bells began to jingle frantically, amplifying Ashley's humiliation. Each jingle echoed in the room, blending with her uncontrollable laughter and gasps.

“It looks like Brian is enjoying the show”, Evelyn murmured with a glance at him. “You should ask him for help, Ashley. Maybe he'll come save you.”

Ashley's tear-filled eyes briefly met Brian's. He was rigid, his face frozen in a mix of fascination and discomfort, but the spark in his gaze betrayed his turmoil. This sight only increased her frustration. She tried to move her legs, but the restraints held her fast, adding to her helplessness.

Evelyn paused briefly, reaching for a bottle of oil on a nearby table. She poured a generous amount into her palms before slowly rubbing them together, the liquid gliding between her fingers.

“If your bells sing so prettily, maybe a little oil will make them ring even louder”, she said with a smirk.

“No! Don't do it!” Ashley cried, her voice a mix of panic and anger.

But Evelyn ignored her pleas and placed her oiled hands on Ashley's chest. The heat of the oil and the glide added a whole new dimension to the torture. Her fingers now traversed every inch with disconcerting ease, massaging and titillating in turn. Ashley burst into laughter, her screams mixing with moans she could no longer contain.

“Hahaha! Aaah! I don't want mohohore !”

Her eyes closed under the cascade of sensations, her entire body shivering and quivering with each press. The bells rang like never before, each vibration amplifying her frustration. Evelyn intensified her movements even more, using the oil to play with the piercings, gently pulling them while letting them sway.

Ashley was now a mix of hysterical laughter and panting moans, her head rolling from side to side. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. Her body was begging for relief she couldn't reach, and every second under Evelyn's hands was an exquisite torture that was slowly breaking her.

Evelyn grabbed a bouquet of fine feathers, their silky tips glowing faintly under the artificial light of the room. She twirled them lightly between her fingers, a smirk on her lips, her gaze fixed on Ashley.

“Oh, I wonder what this could do here”, she said, slowly approaching the feather to Ashley's bell-adorned nipples, which were already quivering with sensitivity. “Maybe just a little caress?”

Ashley's eyes widened, her breath caught in terror mixed with frustration. Her muscles tensed, her already hypersensitive body contracting at the mere idea of the imminent contact.

“No, Evelyn, not with those things!” she cried, her tone oscillating between a plea and a warning.

Evelyn ignored her words, savoring the power she held. She tilted her head slightly, feigning innocence, while bringing the feather closer to the first nipple, still adorned with its enchanting jingle.

“Why not, Ashley? After all, you are so reactive... I'm sure Brian wouldn't want to miss this. Right, Brian?”

Brian looked away for a moment, but his stiff body and the blush rising to his cheeks betrayed him. This additional humiliation further fueled Ashley's anger and embarrassment, as she violently struggled against her bonds.

“Aaah! I forbid you! I forbid you to do that!” she screamed, her voice betraying growing panic.

Evelyn, implacable, let the feather descend until it barely brushed the swollen areola. The contact was barely perceptible, but it sent a wave of sensations through Ashley's entire body. She immediately burst into laughter, an uncontrolled outburst that seemed to escape her lips despite all her efforts to hold it back.

“Hahaha! Aaah! Stop! It... it tihickles toohoo much!” she begged, her breath breaking as she vainly tried to escape this delicate but terribly effective caress.

The bells rang frantically with each movement of her agitated chest, adding an auditory layer to her humiliation. Evelyn slowly passed the feather around the first nipple, tracing delicate circles before venturing closer to its center. Ashley shook her head, her hair sticking to her reddened face, while her laughter turned into a mix of screams, moans, and panting.

“Hahaha! Evelyn, please! No, not there! NOT AHAHAHA!” she cried, her eyes shining with tears she could no longer contain.

“So sensitive... I didn't know you could be so vulnerable”, murmured Evelyn, her fingers manipulating the feather with cruel precision. “Maybe I should try the second one, just to be fair?”

Before Ashley could respond, Evelyn slid the feather over the other nipple, gently playing with the golden bell hanging from it. The ringing echoed in the room like a mocking knell, accompanying Ashley's screams that exploded in uncontrollable waves.

“Hahahahaha! Aaah, I'm going to...! pahahahay you back for this!” she cried, her body writhing under the intensity of the sensations.

Each movement of the feather was an excruciating torment, adding a new layer of frustrating pleasure to the already unbearable torture. The bells danced and rang as she struggled, amplifying her shame and excitement. Evelyn slowed her movements, bringing the feather even closer to Ashley's taut tips, never quite touching them.

“Look at you, Ashley. So strong usually, but there... just that is enough to drive you crazy”, Evelyn whispered with a satisfied smile. “You are at your place, in this moment of weakness.”

Ashley violently shook her head, her hysterical laughter mixing with almost painful moans.

“Hahaha! I hate you! Evelyn! I hate you!” she cried, her voice broken with despair.

Evelyn ended her torture with a slow and calculated gesture, letting the feather slide directly over the top of a nipple for the first time. Ashley immediately screamed, a piercing cry of surprise and defeat. The bell rang so loud it seemed to resonate throughout the room, marking Evelyn's temporary victory.

Evelyn, seeing Ashley on the verge of breaking, intensified her torture with calculated cruelty. The feather she had used so far slid slowly onto the table where the tools were placed, replaced by a small spiked wheel that she spun delicately between her fingers.

“It looks like you're already out of breath, Ashley”, murmured Evelyn, her smile widening. “But it would be a shame to stop now, don't you think?”

Ashley, her face dripping with sweat, frantically shook her head, her short breath turning into jagged panting. Her wrists desperately pulled against the bonds that immobilized her. The incessant ringing of the bells on her nipples echoed in the room, their mocking melody amplifying her frustration.

“Evelyn, no... no!” cried Ashley, her voice broken by exhaustion and the growing tension that electrified her body.

Evelyn did not respond. She let the spiked wheel graze Ashley's already hypersensitive skin, sliding it slowly along her sternum to the curve of her breasts. The spikes were not sharp enough to cause pain, but their contact sent a shower of shivers that resonated throughout Ashley's body.

“Aaaah! Stop that! It's unbehehearable!” she cried, her uncontrollable laughter mixing with moans of frustration.

Evelyn, implacable, rolled the wheel around the left areola, tracing precise circles, sometimes brushing the hanging bell. The ringing redoubled, blending its melody with Ashley's ragged breath, who arched under the effect of the stimulation. Her legs, though firmly tied, desperately tried to move, to escape this exquisite torture.

“Hahaha! Aaaaah! Nngh!” she cried, her eyes misty with tears as she was tossed between hysterical laughter and moans of pleasure.

“Oh, I don't think you hate this, Ashley. I think you're already close”, Evelyn retorted with icy softness.

She set down the wheel and grabbed a bottle of scented oil. Pouring a small amount into her palm, she let the warm oil run over Ashley's chest, making it shine under the room's cold light. Evelyn used her fingers to spread the oil with slow and calculated movements, massaging the already hyper-reactive skin.

“Aaaaah! No, Evelyn! Aaah!” cried Ashley, her body writhing as a wave of intense sensations washed over her.

The bells rang louder than ever, reacting to every jolt of her body. Evelyn placed her thumbs on Ashley's taut nipples, gently playing with the bells while applying circular pressure. The stimulation was devastating, sending Ashley into a state of trance where pleasure accumulated without ever exploding.

“You're so close, aren't you?” Evelyn whispered, her tone half-teasing, half-envious, not knowing she couldn't.

“Aaaah! Evelyn! Aaah! I... fuhuhuhuck youhouhouhou!” cried Ashley, her voice barely intelligible.

The edge of orgasm, a precipice where every fiber of her being was suspended, was an unbearable torture. Her body demanded release, but her mind knew she wouldn't get it. Pleasure built up in her like a raging storm but found no outlet.

“Just a little more... just a little bit more”, Evelyn whispered, bringing the feather back to complete her torture.

She passed it over Ashley's oiled nipples, making the bells ring with each movement. Ashley screamed, her entire body shivering under the intensity.

“Hahahaha! Aaaaah! Evelyn, stop! Please, I... I CAHAHAHAN'T… FHUHUHUCK…” she sobbed while laughing, tortured by frustration.

Evelyn's laughter blended with the ringing of the bells.

“You are perfect like this, Ashley”, she murmured. “But time is running out... I guess I'll have to go even harder.”

And Evelyn finally straightened up, leaving Ashley trembling, out of breath, tears rolling down her face reddened by the humiliation and insatiable desire that engulfed her.

Evelyn, seeing the timer ticking down and determined to maximize her advantage, approached Ashley with cold concentration. She knew Brian was watching every moment, and this thought fueled her calculated cruelty. Evelyn wanted not only to triumph over Ashley but also to engrave in Brian's mind the image of this broken woman, unable to resist.

— Only two minutes left, Ashley... Evelyn whispered, leaning over her. But I'm going to make them feel like an eternity.

Ashley, her body drenched in sweat, trembled violently. Her oiled breasts gleamed under the harsh light, the bells continuing to tinkle faintly with each breath or involuntary movement. Her chest rose rapidly, her nipples hard and reddened after the intense stimulation. Her wrists pulled on the bonds, her mind a blur of humiliation, anger, and frustration.

“Evelyn... stop... I... I can't…” she pleaded, her voice broken by panic and exhaustion.

“Oh, you can. You even want to, I think. But you don’t have a say in this, Ashley”, Evelyn replied with a cruel smile.

Evelyn grabbed a vibrator from the tool table and slowly slid it along Ashley's torso. The contact caused an uncontrollable jolt in Ashley, her body arching against the bonds, and a choked cry escaped her.

“Hnnnngh! No! Not that!” cried Ashley, her wide and tearful eyes fixed on Evelyn with a mix of terror and shame.

“Not that? Why? I'm sure you love it”, Evelyn murmured, activating the vibrator, letting it vibrate near the base of her sternum before slowly moving up.

Brian, motionless in a corner of the room, watched the scene with a mix of discomfort and morbid fascination. He saw his wife, Ashley, usually so strong, reduced to this humiliating spectacle. His hands were clenched into fists, but he couldn't look away. Every tinkle of the bells on her nipples echoed in him like a hypnotic echo.

“Evelyn…” he said weakly, as a failed attempt to end the scene.

But Evelyn ignored him, focused on her goal. She pressed the vibrator against the base of Ashley's breasts, gradually increasing the intensity before sliding it towards her nipples. The direct contact with the metal of the bells amplified the sensation, causing a piercing scream from Ashley.

“Hahahahaha! Aaaaaah! Evelyhyhyhyhyhn!” she cried, her body writhing in a futile attempt to escape the stimulation.

“You are so fragile, Ashley. So vulnerable. You're going to come, aren't you?” Evelyn whispered, her words dripping with venom.

She increased the vibrator's intensity even more, concentrating the vibrations on the bells. The tinkling became frantic, blending with Ashley's hysterical laughter and stifled moans. Her legs tried to contract, to curl up, but the bonds held her firmly in place. Her breathing was chaotic, her cheeks burning with shame.

Brian looked away for a moment, unable to bear the sight of his wife exposed and tormented any longer. But the sound... the tinkling and the screams... he couldn't escape it. He felt his heart tighten as a wave of guilt and contradictory desire washed over him.

“Evelyn... stop that”, he said weakly, his voice lost in the tumult.

Evelyn looked up at him, giving him a cold stare. Ashley hadn't come yet; she had to continue, absolutely.

The timer sounded, marking the end of the session. Evelyn straightened up, her gaze filled with cruel satisfaction, and turned to Brian.

Ashley, trembling, panting, and in tears, slumped against the straps, her body exhausted and her mind broken. The accumulated pleasure, never finding release, still pulsed in her veins like slow torture.

“You see, Brian? I think she enjoyed it... even if she'll never admit it”, Evelyn said with a provocative smile.

Brian, unable to respond, looked away, his face marked by a mix of shame, anger, and repressed desire.

Ashley, still lying in the chair where she had endured the ordeal, tried to catch her breath. Her entire body was still trembling, both from the physical effort, the unfulfilled pleasure, and the burning humiliation that pulsed through every fiber of her being. Her chest, reddened by Evelyn's relentless stimulations, rose and fell heavily, each faint tinkle of the bells on her nipples echoing like a cruel reminder of what she had just endured.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as her thoughts spun out of control. Hatred. She had never felt such intensity, such fury, towards anyone. Evelyn... that manipulative bitch, with her smirk and superior air, had made her squeal with laughter and pleasure, pressing where it hurt the most: her chest. And she had done it in front of Brian. Especially in front of Brian.

“That... bitch…” Ashley murmured between clenched teeth, her voice trembling with contained rage.

She took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. This was not the time to cry. Not in front of her. Not in front of Alan. Not in front of Brian. She had to pull herself together, turn this humiliation into a driving force.

A toxic mix of jealousy, hatred, and frustration boiled within her. Evelyn, with her angelic airs, always played the victim, but Ashley knew she was much more dangerous than that. She was a predator. A manipulator.

Ashley struggled to sit up, her wrists still marked by the bonds. She placed a trembling hand on her chest, the bells on her nipples tinkling faintly with the movement. She closed her eyes, swallowing a sob. Every sound, every sensation was a reminder of what Evelyn had made her endure. But what she felt at that moment was not weakness; it was a burning, insatiable rage.

Evelyn was going to pay. Not just for what she had done today, but for everything. For every glance Brian gave her, for every moment she managed to slip between them, for every time she played with her damn bells to unsettle him. Evelyn thought she had won this battle, but Ashley knew it was just the beginning.

“You want to play, Evelyn? Then let's play”, she murmured, a dark smile slowly forming on her lips.

Ashley slowly straightened up, her breath still ragged, the rage burning behind her tearful eyes. She looked for her bra, hoping to cover her reddened and sensitive chest, but Alan, still the master of the game, stopped her with a gesture.

“No, Ashley”, he said with that smug smile that made her boil inside. “You can't put it back on. Not until the end of the test.”

“What ?!” she protested, her arms automatically crossing her chest in a vain attempt to hide her vulnerability. “This is ridiculous! I refuse to stay like this!”

Alan shrugged slightly, a falsely sorry look on his face.

“Only Evelyn can put it back on you”, he explained calmly. “But of course, if she doesn't see the point…” He left his words hanging, a cruel implication floating in the air.

Ashley turned an incendiary gaze towards Evelyn, who was leaning against a wall, her arms crossed and a smirk on her lips.

“No, I don't think so”, Evelyn said softly, her voice tinged with false innocence. “I think you're perfect like this, Ashley.”

Ashley's hands clenched, her fingers digging into her skin. She could already feel the golden bells of her piercings reacting to her movements, their faint tinkling echoing in the room, amplifying the frustrating pleasure that was building within her. Every step, every tremor made these damn jewels vibrate, triggering waves of unbearable pleasure. She would have sworn that Evelyn was savoring every second of her humiliation.

“Fine”, Ashley spat between clenched teeth, her voice vibrating with anger. “My turn.”

The rules were clear. Evelyn was going to spend the next ten minutes tied up, and Ashley intended to do everything in her power to get her revenge. More than that, she wanted to break her. Evelyn had failed to make her come, but she had no intention of granting her rival the same luxury.

Ashley walked to the chair where Evelyn was to be tied, her own bare breasts and the bells tinkling faintly with each movement. Evelyn, despite her apparent calm, felt a shiver of nervousness run through her as she saw the determined expression on Ashley's face.

“Sit down”, Ashley ordered coldly, her tone devoid of any patience.

Evelyn obeyed, though not without a glint of defiance in her eyes. But when Ashley pulled the restraints to immobilize her wrists and ankles, Evelyn felt her throat tighten. Her heels, still perfectly fitted to her feet, were now vulnerable, and she felt a cold sweat trickle down the back of her neck.

Ashley stepped back a few paces to admire her handiwork, a dark smile stretching across her lips.

“You looked so proud earlier, Evelyn”, she murmured, her eyes fixing on the heels. “Let's see if those damn silver bells you love so much hold up as well as I did.”

Evelyn tensed. She had felt Ashley's attention focus on her feet, and a wave of fear mixed with anticipation washed over her.

“Ashley…” Evelyn murmured in a nervous voice, a glint of panic in her eyes. “You're not going to…”

“Oh, yes”, Ashley replied, smiling. “You're going to understand what it's like to be in my place.”

Ashley approached slowly, leaning down to gently grasp a stiletto heel. Evelyn felt a wave of panic wash over her and instinctively tugged at her restraints, but they held firm.

"No!" Evelyn protested, her voice rising slightly. "Not that, Ashley! Not my feet!"

Ashley ignored Evelyn's pleas, savoring every moment of her domination. The feather, delicate and fine, slowly slipped between the toes polished with a shiny black varnish. At the first touch, Evelyn burst into laughter, her body convulsing violently against her bonds. Her feet, though perfectly maintained and elegantly poised, had become her Achilles' heel, unable to resist the insidious touch of the feather.

"Oh? There?" Ashley repeated, feigning innocence. "So it's here, huh? Between your precious little toes?"

Evelyn pulled with all her might on the restraints, her hands clenched into fists as she frantically shook her head. Her feet desperately tried to escape, but Ashley held them firmly in place, her cruel smile widening with each muffled cry and uncontrollable laugh.

"You know, Evelyn, I'm starting to think these feet aren't as perfect as you claim," Ashley sneered, her voice laced with biting sarcasm. "Fragile, vulnerable... so easy to manipulate."

Evelyn burst into laughter again, her face flushed with effort and humiliation. The bells attached to her toes jingled frantically, each sound amplifying her despair and intensifying her reactions. Her toes involuntarily spread and contracted under the tickling, betraying their heightened sensitivity.

"Please! I...!" Evelyn stammered between laughs, her voice broken by panic.

"What?" Ashley asked, raising an eyebrow, a malevolent gleam in her eyes. "But Evelyn, you didn't stop when it was my turn. It would be a shame if yours ended so easily now, wouldn't it?"

The feather methodically slid between each toe, caressing the soft, satiny skin, exploring every sensitive space. Evelyn was at her wit's end. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her laughter became more desperate, mixed with muffled moans. Her feet thrashed wildly, but each movement only made the silver bells ring louder, creating an enchanting melody that seemed to fuel Ashley's excitement.

Ashley paused, letting Evelyn catch her breath and try to regain her composure. But she did not release her grip on her feet, keeping a finger ready to continue torturing her arches or toes.

"Look at you, Evelyn," Ashley murmured, her voice full of contempt. "You were so confident earlier. And now, here you are, begging, laughing like a little girl. It's pathetic."

Brian, silent until then, watched the scene, torn between shame at what he was witnessing and a fascination he couldn't suppress. Each tinkle of the bells seemed to resonate within him, triggering conflicting emotions that left him paralyzed.

Evelyn tried to muster some semblance of dignity.

"You... you can't... have me like this..." she attempted to say, her voice breathless.

Ashley burst into cold laughter, immediately resuming her exploration. This time, she used her fingers to lightly scratch between the toes, a more direct and unbearable contact for Evelyn.

"Oh, believe me, Evelyn. I will do much more than have you. And all of this, in front of Brian."

Evelyn panted, her face flushed, her eyes shining with tears, oscillating between uncontrollable laughter and inaudible pleas. Her feet contracted, the bells jingling frantically with each spasm. Yet, beyond the hysterical laughter and jerks, another fire rose within her, more insidious, more humiliating: pleasure. Each pass of the feather between her toes, each tinkle of her silver bells seemed to resonate through her body, awakening sensations she could no longer contain.

Ashley, merciless, paused for a moment, watching Evelyn desperately try to catch her breath. A wicked smile spread across her lips.

"Oh, Evelyn," she murmured, the feather dancing between her fingers. "You are so responsive. But you know what? I just realized... I haven't even touched the other foot yet."

Evelyn's eyes widened, a mix of panic and despair washing over her face. She violently shook her head, her disheveled locks sticking to her damp cheeks.

"No... no, please! Enough! You already... I can't..." she moaned between ragged breaths, her voice broken by exhaustion and humiliation.

Ashley burst into cold laughter, slowly kneeling before the foot still protected by the shiny black stiletto. She reached out a hand toward the shoe, her movements deliberately slow, calculated to prolong Evelyn's unbearable anticipation.

"Come on, we have to balance things out, right?" she said in a sweet tone, her eyes sparkling with malice.

She removed the stiletto with excruciating slowness, revealing Evelyn's second foot, just as perfect as the first, its smooth, glowing skin contrasting with the nails polished in shiny black. The silver bells attached to her toes jingled softly, like a mocking whisper in the room.

Evelyn writhed in her bonds, her feet desperately trying to escape, but Ashley held the new foot firmly in place.

"No, no, no, Evelyn, don't move," Ashley whispered, her smile widening. "You played the dominant, you wanted to humiliate me. Now, it's my turn."

The feather gently brushed the sole of Evelyn's foot, immediately triggering a violent jerk. Evelyn burst into laughter, unable to control her body's reactions. The feather traced a teasing path, slowly moving up toward the toes, barely grazing the spaces between them.

"Hahaha... STOP! Please... I... HAHAHA... I BEHEHEHEG YOUHOUHOU!" Evelyn screamed, her face streaming with tears, each word interrupted by hysterical laughter.

Ashley smiled, savoring the panic on Evelyn's face. Her rival's hysterical laughter, her ragged breath, the frantic jingling of the bells on her toes: all of it fueled the icy vengeance burning within her. But it wasn't enough. Not yet. Evelyn had to understand what it meant to lose all control, to be humiliated in front of Brian, as she had done the day before.

She grabbed a second feather, brandishing it like a weapon of her perverse justice.

"So, Evelyn, ready for the next step?" Ashley whispered, a cruel gleam in her eyes. "If you can't keep your little feet still... well, I'll have to start tickling your precious toes again."

Evelyn, already on the verge of collapse, desperately shook her head, her locks sticking to her sweaty face.

"No... no... Ashley, please... I... hahaha... I WILL HOLD STILL!" she stammered between uncontrollable laughs.

"We'll see about that," Ashley replied mockingly.

She approached the feathers, one in each hand, holding them just above Evelyn's exposed feet. Then, slowly, with diabolical precision, she began to slide them over the arches of her rival's feet.

Evelyn immediately burst into laughter, her body contorting under the assault. Her feet desperately tried to twist free, but the bonds held them immobile. Her toes flailed frantically, the silver bells jingling in a frenzied melody.

"Hahaha! No... NO! STOP!" Evelyn screamed, her laughter mixed with humiliated moans.

"Oh, Evelyn," Ashley murmured, slowly tracing light circles on the sole of each foot before sliding toward the base of the toes. "You're already trembling? But I haven't even reached the best parts yet."

The feather in Ashley's left hand traced a slow, deliberate line from the arch to the base of the toes, while the one in her right hand followed the same path on the other foot. Evelyn screamed with laughter, her legs jerking uncontrollably.

"HAHAHA! I... I... Hahaha... I WILL HOLD STILL! I WILL... NO!" Evelyn cried, her voice broken by unbearable sensations.

But when Ashley's feather reached the base of her toes, Evelyn couldn't help but flex her foot, her toes curling in a desperate attempt to protect themselves. The bells jingled violently with the movement, betraying her inability to obey Ashley's demand.

Ashley laughed softly, straightening up slightly, her satisfaction evident.

"Oh, Evelyn, what a shame. You know what that means, don't you?" she murmured, her tone filled with false compassion that heightened Evelyn's humiliation.

Evelyn shook her head, tears streaming freely down her cheeks.

"No... Ashley, I will... hahaha... I will hold still! I promise! I... I CAN DO IT!" she moaned, her face contorted with the effort to control her reactions.

"Too late," Ashley replied, approaching the feathers again. "If you can't stay still, I'll have to take care of those pretty little toes."

This time, she focused the feathers solely on the spaces between Evelyn's toes, their precise and calculated movements awakening renewed panic in her victim. Evelyn screamed with laughter, her body thrashing despite herself, each jingle of the bells amplifying her humiliation.

"HAHAHA! PLEASE... NO... NOT THIS!" Evelyn screamed, unable to control her reactions.

Ashley, relentless, traced teasing lines around the bases of the toes before sliding the tip of the feather directly between them.

"It's there, isn't it?" Ashley whispered, her movements intensifying, the bells on Evelyn's toes responding with an intoxicating cacophony. "You can't hide how unbearable it is... or how much it's driving you crazy."

Evelyn was at her breaking point. Her will to hold still was rapidly crumbling, each second under the cruel assault of the feathers eroding her resistance further. She burst into a mix of laughter and sobs, her feet betraying their ultimate weakness with each uncontrollable jingle of the bells.

Evelyn was at her breaking point. Her will to hold still was rapidly crumbling, each second under the cruel assault of the feathers eroding her resistance further. She burst into a mix of laughter and sobs, her feet betraying their ultimate weakness with each uncontrollable jingle of the bells.

Pleasure surged within her like an inevitable wave, shattering her last defenses. Each pass of the feather between her toes triggered an explosion of unbearable sensations, amplified by the precise jingling of the silver bells. Evelyn arched violently against her bonds, her hysterical laughter gradually transforming into an uncontrollable, high-pitched moan.

"No... haha... NO! ASHLEY! STOP... HAHA... I... OH... I... NGHH..."

Her body suddenly stiffened, a burning heat radiating from her feet and spreading throughout her being. The frantic jingling of her bells mingled with her stifled cry as an orgasm burst within her, shaking her with a wave of pleasure so intense it nearly took her breath away.

"Aaah... haah... NOOOON... haaah... I... NGHH... haaah..." Evelyn panted, her half-closed eyes shining with tears, her body trembling with spasms.

Ashley, her hands still clutching the feathers, stared at Evelyn with a mix of triumph and frustration. The sight of her broken enemy before her should have been enough, but the constant jingling of the bells on her own nipples continued to remind her of how far her own pleasure was from reach.

She dropped the feathers to the floor, a calculating smile spreading across her lips.

"Oh, Evelyn," Ashley murmured in a low, cruel voice. "You didn't hold still, did you? And yet, there's still... She glanced at the timer. She saw the remaining 3 minutes turn into 8. She had already won.

Evelyn, panting, tried to shake her head, but words failed her.

Ashley stood up and grabbed a bottle of oil from the tool table, shaking it slightly to catch Evelyn's attention.

"Did you really think it would end there?" she asked, approaching, pouring a small amount of oil onto her palms. "Brian is here, Evelyn. You wouldn't want to disappoint him now, would you?"

Evelyn, her body still shaking from the orgasm, tried to speak, but her breath was too short.

"Haah... please... haaah... I... I can't anymore..."

Ashley knelt before Evelyn's feet, her movements calculated, almost ceremonious. Her oil-slicked hands gently grasped one foot, holding it firmly.

"Oh, you can, Evelyn," she whispered with a cruel smile. "Believe me, you can."

She began to massage slowly, her thumbs sliding along the oiled arch with calculated precision. Evelyn's foot immediately tensed, her toes flailing frantically from the heightened sensitivity.

"No... haaah... NO... ASHLEY! I BEG YOU!" Evelyn screamed, her legs desperately pulling at the restraints.

Ashley ignored her pleas, slowly moving up to her toes, her fingers lingering on each space between them, carefully spreading the oil. With each tinkle of the bells, Evelyn gasped louder, her moans mixing with uncontrollable laughter.

"This is so ridiculous, Evelyn," Ashley continued, her voice soft and venomous. "Your feet are so perfect... and so weak."

Evelyn was on the brink of despair. Her oiled feet made each touch even more unbearable, every movement from Ashley triggering a new wave of sensations that robbed her of all control.

"NGHH... I... NGH... I CAN'T! PLEASE... HAAAH... STOP..." she screamed, her body desperately fighting against the spasms.

The silver bells, even more resonant due to the frenzied agitation of her toes, added another layer of torture. Ashley, relentless, continued her assault, determined to humiliate Evelyn to the very last second.

Aware of Brian's attention, Ashley looked up at him, a provocative smile lighting up her face, flushed with tension and excitement. Her golden bells chimed softly with each of her movements, like a sensual echo to the scene unfolding before her eyes. She locked eyes with Brian, her gaze burning with fierce intensity.

A territory to defend, a domination to prove. Ashley wanted Brian to know, without a shadow of a doubt, who was in control.

She turned her attention back to Evelyn, still tied up and panting, her oiled feet betraying their heightened sensitivity. Evelyn gasped, her lips trembling between sighs and stifled pleas.

"What do we have here?" Ashley murmured in a suave and mocking voice, her hands sliding over Evelyn's feet with calculated slowness. "Did you really think it would end with just one orgasm? No, Evelyn, not today."

Her fingers brushed against the arches of Evelyn's oiled feet, triggering involuntary jerks. Ashley let her short, precise nails trace delicate but insidious circles, unleashing a wave of nervous laughter and moans.

"Hahahaa... N-no... not that... haaah... please... you already wonhonhonhonht," Evelyn sobbed, her body arching under the assault.

"Not yet," Ashley whispered, her tone blending sweetness and cruelty. "We're not done having fun."

She carefully moved from one of Evelyn's feet to the other, alternating between the arches and heels, gradually moving up to the toes. The silver bells chimed joyfully, amplifying the intensity of the scene. Evelyn struggled as much as her restraints allowed, her feet vainly trying to escape Ashley's methodical caresses.

Brian, silent, couldn't look away. His gaze shifted between Ashley's hands exploring Evelyn's feet and Evelyn's flushed face, a symphony of moans and tinkles filling the space. He swallowed hard, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, betraying the effect the scene had on him.

Ashley, satisfied with her hold over both spectators of her triumph, grabbed a feather again, but this time, she used two. One in each hand, she ran the feathers along Evelyn's oiled toes, brushing each space between them with sadistic precision.

"NO! Hahaha... I... NGHH... NOT THAT... HAHA... I CAN'T ANYMORE... AHAH!" Evelyn screamed, her face flushed, her cheeks streaming with tears of uncontrollable laughter.

The silver bells chimed frantically, each uncontrolled movement of her toes causing a hypnotic cacophony. Ashley, relentless, accelerated her gestures, guiding the feathers up and down, then concentrating their insidious dance around the spaces between the toes polished with shiny black.

"So, Evelyn, do you give in?" Ashley whispered in a honeyed tone, her eyes gleaming with a mix of cruelty and satisfaction. "You don't look so proud now."

Evelyn, shaken by the spasms of her own mounting pleasure, violently shook her head, unable to respond other than with hysterical laughter and stifled moans.

"Hnn... HAAA... NGHH... ASHLEY... STOP! I... I... AAH... NGH... I'M GOING TO..."

Ashley, sensing Evelyn teetering on the edge, intensified her assault, keeping the feathers in constant motion as she leaned in closer, her face so close to Evelyn's feet that every word she spoke seemed to slide directly onto her sensitive skin.

"Go ahead, Evelyn. Show everyone who you really are."

Evelyn could no longer resist. Her body arched violently one last time, her toes curling as a desperate, stifled cry escaped her lips. The tinkling of the silver bells exploded in the air, matching the wave of pleasure that washed over her.

Ashley, triumphant, set the feathers down with a satisfied smile, her own golden bells softly chiming as she straightened up. She stared at Evelyn, trembling and broken, then looked up at Brian, her expression silently proclaiming: She is nothing compared to me.

Still driven by a cold rage and a desire for domination, she slowly straightened up, her eyes gleaming with a cruel glint. Her thoughts whirled, the memory still vivid of Evelyn using a vibrator against her during her own ordeal. A thin smile stretched her lips as she spotted the object among the tools laid out around her.

Ashley retrieved the vibrator used earlier, her golden bells softly chiming with each of her movements as her nipples, still swollen with pleasure from the sound of the golden bells and her frustration, pointed furiously. Evelyn, still panting and flushed with shame after her last orgasm, tried to catch her breath, but her eyes widened when she saw Ashley approaching with the vibrating object in hand.

"So, Evelyn," Ashley murmured in a soft but mocking voice. "You remember this, don't you? You used it well on me. It's time for you to taste your own medicine."

Evelyn, still in shock from what she had just endured, tried to shake her head in protest, but words failed her. Ashley gave her no time to react further. She slid the vibrator against Evelyn's soaked panties, pressing just enough for the vibration to spread through the fabric.

"N-no... ahh... Ashley, please..." Evelyn began, her voice broken by a mix of pleading and rising pleasure.

Ashley only responded with a cruel smile. She secured the vibrator against Evelyn using a nearby strap, making sure it stayed firmly in place, pressed against her most sensitive spot. The vibrations, though moderate at first, elicited an uncontrolled sigh from Evelyn, followed by a slight spasm.

"Look at that," Ashley mocked, crossing her arms and observing Evelyn with manifest satisfaction. "Always so perfect, Evelyn, so cold and in control. But now... you're going to discover letting go."

Evelyn trembled, her polished toes involuntarily contracting under the effect of the pulsations. The silver bells attached to her toes chimed softly, betraying her subtle but incessant movements. Her head fell back, and she let out a stifled moan, her body refusing to obey her.

"Ahh... Ash...ley... please..." she murmured, her voice almost inaudible.

"Oh no, Evelyn. Not yet," Ashley replied, leaning in to place her hands on Evelyn's trembling legs.

Then, with an icy smile, Ashley bent down, picking up Evelyn's black polished heels that lay nearby. She turned them in her hands, admiring their perfect shine, before looking back up at Evelyn, still shaken by the vibrations.

"Tell me, Evelyn. Do you want me to put them back on?" Ashley asked in a honeyed tone, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Evelyn opened her eyes, her gaze desperately seeking an escape. The vibrations were intensifying with each second, and her pleasure, though still contained, was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

"Answer me, Evelyn. Do you want me to put your pretty heels back on?" Ashley insisted, moving closer so that her golden bells chimed directly near Evelyn's ears, a cruel reminder of their duality.

"Ahh... I... I..." Evelyn stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence, her toes contracting again under the mounting pleasure.

Ashley brought one of the heels to the sole of Evelyn's foot, without actually slipping it on.

"Come on, Evelyn. Beg me. Beg me to put your precious heels back on."

"Haaah... Ash... please... nnnh... I... I want..." Evelyn babbled, her face flushed with humiliation, her voice broken by the pleasure that was inexorably rising.

Ashley raised an eyebrow, feigning disappointment.

"Is that all? You can do better, Evelyn. Show me how much you want me to put them back on."

Evelyn clenched her fists, her lips trembling under the weight of shame and desire.

"Please... haaah... please, Ashley... put them back on... I beg you... please... stop..."

Ashley observed Evelyn with a glint of malice in her eyes, her mind racing. As the constant vibration against Evelyn's body continued to wring moans and uncontrolled spasms from her, Ashley scanned the room, seeking an even crueler way to dominate this ordeal. Her gaze fell on a small table where various objects were laid out: feathers, restraints, oils... and a particular tube.

The gel that had left searing memories during a previous ordeal. A sensation of unbearable tingling, mixed with intense itching, strong enough to break anyone's will. Ashley seized it, her smile widening as she turned to Evelyn, still caught between pleasure and panic.

"You wanted me to put your heels back on, Evelyn?" Ashley asked in a deceptively soft tone, waving the tube in front of her. "Well, I'm going to grant your wish. But... I'm going to improve them a bit."

Evelyn struggled to open her eyes, her cheeks flushed and her lips trembling under the effect of the vibrations. She stared at the tube in disbelief, immediately understanding what Ashley intended to do.

"No... no, Ashley... wait... not that!" Evelyn stammered, her words interspersed with gasps.

Ashley paid no attention to her pleas. She calmly opened the tube, squeezing its thick, transparent contents into the black heels of Evelyn. She made sure the gel coated every inch of the inner sole, every curve, every nook where Evelyn's feet would sink.

"There!" Ashley chuckled triumphantly, giving Evelyn a victorious look. "Now you'll have your heels, and as a bonus... a little extra comfort."

"No... nnnh... stop... Ashley... please..." Evelyn moaned, her body tensing under the relentless vibrations.

Ashley straightened up, holding the two heels in front of her like trophies, then slowly approached.

"Do you still want them?" she asked with biting irony, her golden bells softly chiming with each step.

Evelyn shook her head, but words failed her, her senses too overwhelmed by the mix of pleasure and panic.

"Too late, Evelyn. You begged me to put them back on. And I always keep my promises."

With icy calm, Ashley knelt before Evelyn. She took her left foot, trembling slightly from the vibrations resonating through her rival's body, and slowly slid the gel-coated heel onto it. Evelyn let out a choked cry as her toes made contact with the cold, sticky substance, followed by a visible shiver that coursed through her entire body.

"No! Ashley... haaah... take them off! Please!"

Ashley ignored the protests, maintaining a cruel smile. She did the same with the right foot, carefully slipping on the second heel, even adjusting the heels so they were perfectly in place.

"There, Evelyn. Perfect, as always. You should thank me, shouldn't you?" she murmured with feigned innocence.

Evelyn violently shook her head, her toes contracting in their polished prisons. The itchof the gel began to spread rapidly, and the first tingles, light but insidious, made themselves felt.

"Haaah... nnnh... Ash...ley... stop it... I beg you..." Evelyn babbled, her voice choked by the mix of sensations.

Ashley crossed her arms, leaning slightly to observe Evelyn's tremors.

"Oh, but you wanted your heels, Evelyn. And now, you're going to keep them. Until the end."

The silver bells on Evelyn's toes chimed furiously as she squirmed, desperately trying to alleviate the itching sensation that was mounting within her. The gel acted quickly, intensifying her torment with each passing second.

"It's starting, isn't it?" Ashley whispered, savoring the scene. "You feel that tingling, that little itch? It's going to become... unbearable."

Evelyn shook her head, her body contorting on the chair.

"No... haaah... not that... please... Ash...ley... please!"

Ashley burst into a brief laugh, lifting her head to meet Brian's gaze, which was filled with a mix of excitement and turmoil.

"Look at her, Brian," Ashley said mockingly. "This woman, so perfect, so dignified... And now, she's at my mercy."

Evelyn tried to speak, but her words drowned in a mix of moans and gasps. Her feet, trapped in the heels, became the center of her world, each movement exacerbating the sensations.

"Come on, Evelyn. Enjoy it. There's still... eleven minutes left."

Ashley stepped back slightly, crossing her arms with icy satisfaction, leaving Evelyn to struggle against the inevitable.

Ashley, her eyes gleaming with vengeful satisfaction, slowly straightened up. Each movement made the bells at her nipples chime, a cruel reminder of her own unresolved frustration, but it didn't stop her. She stared at Evelyn, still tied and trembling on the chair, her heels stuck to her delicate feet, their insides coated with irritating gel. The vibrations of the sex toy kept Evelyn in a state of unbearable tension, on the brink of ecstasy and torture.

Ashley turned on her heels, the golden bells punctuating her departure with a mocking melody, and walked towards Brian. He had stayed slightly apart, his fists clenched, his jaw tight, visibly troubled by what he was witnessing.

"Come here," Ashley murmured, grabbing his hand. "You don't want to miss this, do you?" she added with a smirk.

Brian hesitated, but Ashley gave him no choice. She pulled him close to Evelyn, deliberately placing him face to face with her, mere inches away. Evelyn, tied and vulnerable, averted her gaze, her face flushing with shame. Her heeled feet betrayed unbearable tension; she couldn't move without the irritating gel inside intensifying the sensation. The vibrations of the sex toy grew stronger with each movement of her hips, and the incessant chiming of the bells at her toes echoed like a cruel mockery.

"Look at her, Brian," Ashley commanded in a voice both soft and cutting. "Look at what she truly is. A woman who thinks she's so perfect, so superior..."

Brian, caught between Ashley's authority and his own confusion, kept his eyes fixed on Evelyn. He saw her body tense and contract, her breathing quicken, and her cheeks flush even more. Evelyn struggled to keep her composure, but every vibration, every sensation against her feet, eroded her a little more.

"Ashley, stop," Evelyn whispered, her voice trembling. "This... this isn't fair!"

"Not fair?" Ashley replied, arching an eyebrow and feigning innocence. "You think what you did to me was fair? You think it doesn't come back to me?" She leaned in, her face inches from Evelyn's. "You want me to stop? Then beg for it. Beg me in front of him."

Evelyn looked away, biting her lip to stifle a moan. The gel in her heels was heating up more, every slight movement of her toes amplifying the uncomfortable, throbbing sensation. The vibrations of the sex toy seemed synchronized with her own pulse, pushing her ever closer to the edge.

"I... I beg you," Evelyn murmured softly, tears in her eyes. "Stop it... please..."

"What did I say? I can't hear you," Ashley replied, crossing her arms, her bells jingling softly.

Evelyn trembled, unable to contain her shame. She looked up at Brian, who was staring at her, his expression unreadable. She felt her heart sink, her pride crumbling under the weight of her humiliation.

"Ashley... I beg you... stop..."

A cruel smile spread across Ashley's lips. She gently brushed Brian's chin with a finger, deliberately marking her territory in front of Evelyn. She took the gag that was on a near table, before putting it on Evelyn who was trembling and muttering. She could only suffer in silence, as the scene played out in front of her.

"You see? That's it, Evelyn. That's what you wanted, isn't it? But you won't get anything from him. Because, despite everything you do... he's mine."

She straightened up, leaving Evelyn to her torment. Time continued to pass, and every minute was an eternity for Evelyn, trapped between her own sensations and Ashley's relentless domination.

Evelyn, gagged and motionless, was trapped in a storm of unbearable sensations. Her feet, confined in heels coated with irritating gel, endured a slow, throbbing torture. Every slight movement, every involuntary contraction of her toes intensified the burn, while the silver bells attached to her rings jingled with each spasm. The sex toy pressed against her damp underwear continued its relentless work, slowly but surely pushing her toward another orgasm she couldn't prevent.

Ashley, standing beside her, dominated the scene, her gaze burning with cold rage and fiery frustration. Her reddened and still sensitive chest, adorned with golden bells that jingled softly with each of her movements, testified to her own vulnerability. But at that moment, she didn't care. All she wanted was to regain control, to remind Evelyn—and Brian—that she was the one in charge here.

"Look at yourself, Evelyn," Ashley murmured sharply, looking down at the bound woman. "Such a great seductress, reduced to this. You really thought you could outdo me? Take what's mine?"

She turned to Brian, who stood back, frozen between excitement and concern. Her eyes fixed on him, a mix of anger and defiance blazing in her gaze.

"Brian, look closely," she ordered, gesturing toward Evelyn. "There she is, trembling, unable to control herself. And why? Because she thought her damn feet were enough to seduce you."

Ashley slowly approached him, each step making her bells jingle with an unintentional but marked sensuality. She placed a firm hand on his chest, gently pushing him to sit on a chair, then leaned toward him, her face inches from his.

"But you know what? Feet are nothing. It's me who satisfies you, Brian. With my mouth, my breasts, my sex... Everything I am, everything I do, that's what satisfies you. Not these damn games. Not her."

She emphasized her point by placing a hand on her own chest, her bells emitting a soft jingle. Her breathing quickened, her body trembling with her own frustration. She had been on the verge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity, and the need to mark her territory consumed her.

"Evelyn can offer you her perfect feet, her damn bells... but she will never make you come like I do," she continued, her voice growling with anger and desire. "And she knows it. Look at her."

She turned back to Evelyn, still shaken by the relentless vibrations and the unbearable sensations in her tortured feet. Her muffled moans through the gag were a mix of shame and growing pleasure, her toes contracting spasmodically as she fought the inevitable.

"You're ridiculous, Evelyn," Ashley sneered, approaching her. "You're squirming, moaning, and all of it... for nothing. Because no matter what you do, Brian remains my man."

She leaned in slightly, meeting Evelyn's tear-filled gaze, and murmured mockingly, "Go ahead, come again. Enjoy yourself. It won't change anything. You're just a toy here."

Then, with a calculated gesture, she briefly pressed on the vibrator before stepping back to observe better. Evelyn shook her head, her body trembling from the combined sensations, her feet trapped in their heels becoming a source of unbearable torture.

Ashley, aware that Brian was watching everything, stood proudly and turned to him. Her eyes gleamed with an almost ferocious intensity, and a victorious smile stretched her lips.

"You see, Brian? That's the difference between her and me. I control. I decide. And that's why you belong to me."

She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but at that moment, she didn't care. All that mattered was reasserting her power and leaving Evelyn—and Brian—to remember their place.

Brian, standing back, watched the scene before him, his breath short and his thoughts feverish. His gaze was fixed on Ashley, her movements, her burning confidence. Her bare breasts, adorned with golden bells, seemed hypnotic with each sway, and their soft jingling blended with the tension-filled atmosphere. He knew he had neglected Ashley, that he had let Evelyn intrude on their moments. But there, before this display of power and raw desire, he could only be captivated, though deeply concerned. How had his wife, usually so gentle and kind, come to this?

Ashley caught his gaze with a smile filled with defiance and satisfaction. She saw the effect she had on him, and it fueled both her pride and her own insatiable need. The bells at her nipples continued to jingle softly with each of her movements, sending frustrating waves of pleasure through her body.

"You're watching closely, Brian," she murmured, approaching him, her hips swaying with calculated sensuality. "I'll remind you why you're mine."

Evelyn, still bound and caught between the vibrations and the sensations in her gel-coated heels, could only watch helplessly. Her muffled moans through the gag conveyed both her humiliation and the explosion of intense sensations tormenting her.

Ashley stood before Brian, hands on her hips, her bare breasts bouncing slightly with her rapid breaths. She leaned toward him, brushing his chest with her naked breasts. Her bells rang softly, eliciting a raw sigh from Brian.

"Look at this, Evelyn," she said, turning slightly toward the other woman, her voice sharp. "You thought you could replace me? With what? Your feet? Your damn toe bells? Look at what Brian really likes. Look at what you'll never have."

She looked down at Brian's obvious erection, a satisfied smile lighting up her face. Slowly, she knelt between his legs, her hands sliding up his thighs. Brian watched her with shining eyes, completely at her mercy.

Ashley brought her breasts to his sex, their softness gliding against him as she positioned him perfectly between them. The bells jingled, her own pleasure rising.

"Look at this, Evelyn," she continued, her voice honeyed. "Real breasts, firm, perfect. Not like yours. This is what he likes. Not your little excuses for a chest."

She began to move slowly, pressing her breasts against Brian with an expertise that made him groan immediately. Her hands remained on his thighs, guiding each movement, her bells ringing in a rhythm that seemed designed to drive him wild. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

"You like this, don't you, Brian?" she murmured, her breath caressing his skin. "You see, Evelyn? He's mine. Completely. And I'll show it."

Without losing her rhythm, Ashley leaned in, her tongue gliding along Brian's member. She encircled the head poking out from between her breasts with her lips, her movements skilled and calculated, intensifying the delicious torture she inflicted on him. She flicked her tongue softly, savoring each shiver he let escape.

"Do you realize this, Evelyn?" she said between movements, her voice vibrating with pleasure and triumph. "He doesn't need you. Just me. My mouth, my breasts, my body. That's all he needs."

Brian let out a raw groan, unable to contain his excitement. His hands involuntarily slid into Ashley's hair, but she pushed them away with a smirk.

"No," she breathed. "Let me do it. Watch and enjoy."

Ashley slightly accelerated the rhythm, her breasts gliding with hypnotic fluidity against him while her mouth continued to torture him. The golden bells never stopped jingling, and each sound sent waves of pleasure through her own body. She was on the verge of orgasm, her frustration culminating in an unbearable point. Finally, her own pleasure burst, releasing her in an intense wave of satisfaction that made her entire body tremble.

"Yes... yes... Brian, look at me..." she panted, reaching her peak, her bells ringing louder.

Evelyn, still forced to watch, felt her humiliation reach new heights. The vibrations against her, combined with the scene before her eyes, pushed her dangerously close to an orgasm she could no longer control.

Alan, meanwhile, remained motionless, a satisfied smile on his lips. "Excellent," he thought, seeing the tension and rivalry between the two women reach unprecedented heights. Everything was unfolding perfectly according to his plan.

Ashley's orgasm exploded in a powerful wave, like a raging torrent. Her golden bells jingled frantically as she tensed, her chest heaving violently under the intensity of the pleasure finally achieved. Her cry of ecstasy filled the room, triumphant and liberating, her frustration from the past hours bursting in an uncontrollable explosion. Her entire body trembled, her sensitive breasts amplifying each wave of pleasure coursing through her.

Brian, unable to resist the hypnotic sight of Ashley in such a state, followed almost immediately. His hands gripped the edge of the seat, his body stiffening as he let out a raw, primal groan. An impressive amount of semen erupted, splattering Ashley's chest and face, staining her skin reddened by the effort. The sight was both brutal and deeply intimate.

"You see that, Evelyn?" Ashley panted, breathless, her face dripping but her gaze still burning with defiance toward her rival. "He's mine. That's what you'll never be able to give him."

Evelyn, bound, gagged, and trapped in the hell of her own sensations, was on the verge of implosion. The relentless vibrations of the sex toy against her soaked underwear pounded in her mind, each pulse pushing her closer to the edge. Her feet, still confined in her gel-filled heels, continued to torment her, adding another unbearable layer to her humiliation.

She wanted to resist, to prove she was stronger, but her body betrayed her. Finally, her mind gave in under the sensory overload. A muffled scream escaped from behind her gag, her muscles contracting violently as a wave of explosive orgasm swept through her. Her feet twisted in their heels, her toes contracting almost painfully as her entire body arched. The tinkling of the silver bells rang out like a final declaration of her defeat.

Evelyn panted, her cheeks streaked with tears of humiliation, her body still vibrating from the effects of the uncontrollable orgasm. Her gaze, filled with shame, briefly met Ashley and Brian's, who stood triumphant before her. Ashley, still covered in semen, looked radiant despite her ragged breathing.

"There, Evelyn," Ashley murmured in a voice rough but filled with satisfaction. "Maybe now you'll understand your place."

Alan observed the scene, an enigmatic smile on his lips. The chaos and rivalry he had orchestrated surpassed all his expectations, and he knew this moment, etched in their memories, would only fuel the tensions between them further. Everything served to strengthen his control over the game. He approached nonchalantly, his steps echoing softly on the floor, each movement emphasizing the authority he exerted over them. He stopped right next to Ashley, still kneeling, her body still trembling after the events. Her chest, adorned with Brian's semen and the golden bells at her nipples, rose and fell slowly with her ragged breath, and her gaze held a mix of triumph and defiance.

Alan studied her for a moment, a perfidious smile spreading across his lips.

"Impressive, Ashley, truly. I must admit, you've surpassed my expectations. Covering so much ground and... so much of yourself," he murmured with biting irony, his eyes gliding pointedly over the semen staining her cleavage. "It's an... effective way to mark your territory. Brian must have appreciated it."

Ashley lifted her head, her burning gaze defying Alan's. She didn't respond, but her expression spoke for itself: she had won this round, and nothing and no one could take this moment away from her.

Alan turned slightly to face Evelyn, still bound, her body trembling with frustration, humiliation, and unbearable sensations. Her heels, filled with the irritating gel, seemed like an additional prison, each movement of her feet causing uncontrolled shivers and a throbbing pain. Her toe bells jingled softly, adding a sonic layer to her shame.

"And you, Evelyn," Alan continued in a slightly sharper tone. "I must say, I'm a bit disappointed."

Evelyn looked away, her cheeks flushed with humiliation, unable to respond due to the gag. Alan let the silence hang for a moment before continuing, his tone laced with false compassion.

"Which means, of course, that Ashley is the undisputed winner of this challenge. Congratulations, truly. And as promised, Ashley, you get Brian in your room tonight. After all, it seems you're the only one who can... fully appreciate him."

Brian, standing back, felt a warmth rise within him. Ashley's confident and triumphant gaze, combined with her provocative appearance, captivated him entirely. He found himself smiling slightly, unable to hide his excitement at the thought of reuniting with his wife in their bed that night.

Ashley turned briefly to Evelyn, a smirk on her lips.

"You hear that, Evelyn? Tonight, he's with me. Where he always should have been. But don't worry... I'm sure you'll find a way to distract yourself. Your heels, maybe?"

Alan raised a hand to calm any lingering tensions.

"Now, let's calm down, my dear participants," he said with an enigmatic smile.

He paused dramatically, looking at Ashley, Brian, and Evelyn in turn.

"You all get a new hypnosis session before the next game since you've all come. A little adjustment, a refinement of your talents or... your weaknesses. After all, why not continue to evolve? You'll discover your new subtleties when the time comes."

Ashley, still covered in semen, straightened slightly, her gaze darkening at the thought of another manipulation by Alan, but she forced herself to maintain her confident expression. Evelyn, meanwhile, shivered violently, torn between the idea of no longer enduring and the fear of what Alan might still do to her already troubled mind.

Alan's smile widened, delighted with the impact of his words.

"Rest well, my precious players."

And with that, he left the room, leaving behind a palpable tension, a resounding victory for Ashley, and a rivalry more exacerbated than ever.​