lois333
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Chapter 9: Passphrase
The door closed behind Alan with a soft click, leaving Brian alone with a mix of excitement and guilt. The image of Ashley, suspended, desperately fighting against the unbearable sensations of the gel, haunted his mind. The tinkling of the silver bells at her ankles and the way her socks, now saturated with gel, fluttered with her frantic movements amplified a desire he couldn't suppress."It hasn't been 30 seconds…" she gasped, her voice trembling. "Why are you back?"
Alan, silent, did not respond immediately. He gently closed the door behind him, then made his bell tinkle with calculated precision. The crystalline sound spread through the room like an enchanting echo, seeping directly into Ashley's mind.
Alan approached slowly, not uttering a word. The silence was oppressive, the only sound being the discreet tinkling of the bell he held between his fingers. When he made its clear, crystalline sound resonate, Ashley shivered, her tensed muscles tightening even more.
"No… no, what are you doing?" she murmured, her thoughts already muddled by the unbearable sensations overwhelming her.
Alan continued to make the bell tinkle, the sound spreading through the air like a hypnotic melody, soft but inescapable. Each tinkle seemed to penetrate Ashley's mind, blurring her perception of reality. She felt her body becoming strangely heavy, her thoughts growing slower and slower.
"Ashley," he finally breathed, his voice low and enchanting. "Every minute that passes, the fabric of your socks will absorb more of this gel… amplifying its effects. It will be as if your skin is burning under a shower of tingles, sinking deeper with each second. More intense… more unbearable."
The words imprinted themselves in Ashley's mind, each syllable resonating like an absolute truth. Her legs trembled as she realized what that meant, her feet already in the grip of sensations so vivid she dared not imagine worse.
"No… no, I… I can't…!" she cried weakly, her voice broken by a mix of fear and despair.
But she could do nothing, suspended and at the mercy of the game's rules. Alan remained silent for a moment longer, savoring the sight of Ashley struggling against sensations that would soon intensify. Then he straightened up, made the bell tinkle one last time, and left the room without a word.
On the other side of the door, Brian waited, his expression a mix of confusion and guilt.
"Alan, what did you do?" he asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes avoiding the man's icy gaze.
Alan gave a sly smile, calmly adjusting his suit.
"What you didn't have the courage to do properly, Brian. Every decision has its consequences."
Without waiting for a response, he walked away, leaving Brian facing the glass. He found himself once again a spectator to his wife's struggle. Inside, Ashley was fighting more frantically than ever. Her feet slipped on the smooth floor, her socks leaving fine wet traces on the tiles as the gel soaked deeper into the fabric. Her wrists, taut from the bonds, quivered with involuntary spasms. She panted, her breath interspersed with small, uncontrolled cries as each movement intensified the hell she was living.
Brian felt a toxic mix of desire and shame rising within him. The way the silver bells resonated softly with each twist of her ankles enchanted him. He couldn't take his eyes off his wife, whose body twisted in response to unbearable sensations. His hand instinctively slid towards his crotch, gently caressing his sex through his pants without even realizing it.
Ashley, on her side, fought with all her might not to give in. The intolerable itching of the gel on her belly and armpits seemed to spread like wildfire, radiating from her center to every extremity. And her feet… oh, her feet! The soaked fabric amplified the sensations to a point she never thought possible. Every movement, every rub of her toes against the inside of her socks seemed to trigger a new wave of torture.
"I… I won't… give in…!" she murmured between gasps, her lips trembling with exhaustion.
But the voice in her head, the soft and persuasive voice of Alan, still resonated, reminding her that every minute made her situation more unbearable. And outside, behind the glass, Brian, consumed by guilt, continued to watch her struggle, unable to look away.
Alan silently entered the room where Evelyn was suspended. The door closed softly behind him, muffling all sound from the outside world. Evelyn, already struggling against the atrocious itching that gnawed at her belly and armpits, lifted her head with difficulty. The blindfold covering her eyes accentuated her distress, but she had heard the beep signaling the start of the next round. Her voice, trembling and hoarse, broke the silence:
"My… my chest. Apply it to… my chest."
She had held out as long as possible before designating this area, knowing she could no longer postpone the inevitable. Her breasts, confined in her tight bra, had become hypersensitive under the effect of sweat and heat, and she dreaded what was to come.
Alan, still without a word, approached with calculated slowness, savoring every moment. He put on a new glove, smooth and slightly textured to allow perfect application. He then grabbed the bottle of gel and poured a generous amount onto his gloved fingers. Evelyn, suspended and helpless, perceived the movement thanks to the subtle rustling of the glove.
"What are you waiting for? Do it… but… but don't take your time, please!" she hissed, her voice a mix of defiance and supplication.
Alan did not respond. He first gently traced the upper edge of her bra, drawing an imaginary line above the delicate skin of her chest. Evelyn immediately shivered, her body tensing in response to this almost imperceptible contact. Then, without further delay, he slipped his fingers under the fabric, slightly pulling the bra aside to expose her breasts.
The first application of the gel was slow, almost ritualistic. Alan let his gloved fingers run over the top of her chest, spreading the viscous substance in measured circles. The contact of the glove, combined with the unique texture of the gel, immediately triggered a reaction.
"Ahhh! No… no! This can't be!" Evelyn cried, writhing violently in her bonds.
The gel quickly penetrated her skin, triggering an intense and unbearable burning sensation. But that wasn't all: the tingling intensified with each second, radiating from her chest to her neck and belly. Evelyn, panicked, shook her head frantically, her breath turning into desperate gasps.
"I'm going… to go crazy! It's… unbearable!" she cried, her words broken by uncontrolled moans.
Alan continued, applying the gel with cold precision, ensuring every square centimeter of exposed skin was covered. His gloved fingers brushed against the curves of her breasts, lingering slightly on her sensitive areolas. Evelyn let out a high-pitched cry, her back arching from the combined effect of pain and tingling.
She struggled with all her might, but the bonds held her firmly in place. Her heels, barely touching the floor, clicked slightly with each movement, and the tinkling of the toe bells remained muffled. If these could have triggered additional excitement, the gel consumed all her thoughts, annihilating any thought other than the torture she was enduring.
Alan finally straightened up, observing Evelyn with an enigmatic smile as she continued to struggle. Her breasts, glistening under the room's light, were already red and seemed to pulse under the effect of the gel.
"You still have a long way to go, Evelyn," he murmured in a soft but implacable voice, before leaving the room.
The door closed, and Evelyn, alone and desperate, tried to catch her breath. She bit her lip, refusing to give in. But inside, she already felt the tingling intensifying, spreading through her chest like an insatiable wave.
"I won't… I won't say anything… I won't say anything…" she repeated to herself like a desperate litany.
Alan exited Evelyn's room, his steps echoing softly on the tiles before the door closed behind him. He paused briefly in front of Brian, a mocking smile spreading across his lips. In his hands, he held out a tube of gel and a clean glove, speaking in a sufficing tone, like an exasperated teacher facing a disappointing student.
"Brian, I clearly can't trust you to follow the rules. So, it's simple: you are in charge of Evelyn from now on. Do what you want, but do it right. You have the gel, you have the tools… and most importantly, you have an audience. I will take care of your charming wife. Good luck."
Without waiting for a response, Alan turned on his heel, entering Ashley's room. Brian watched the door close slowly, his mind invaded by a mix of guilt, frustration, and an almost uncontrollable excitement. The tube of gel felt heavy in his hand, as if it contained not only the substance torturing Evelyn but also a part of his own guilty desire.
He looked up at the glass separating the two rooms. Ashley, on the other side, seemed on the verge of collapse. Her socks, soaked with gel, visibly amplified the sensations to the point she could no longer stay still. Her feet kept contracting, her legs instinctively bending in a futile attempt to relieve the intensity of the tingling that rose from her ankles to her mind. Her armpits and belly, already covered with the burning substance, seemed to consume her. She struggled violently in her bonds, her face red and marked by a mix of effort and distress.
"No! No… it's unbearable!" Ashley cried, her voice muffled by the soundproof room but readable on her lips. She shook her head frantically, her entire body vibrating under the assault of sensations.
Brian clenched his fists, his heart tightening at the sight of his wife. Yet, a burning heat rose within him, an irresistible reaction to Ashley's vulnerability. He swallowed hard, averting his gaze to focus on Evelyn, still suspended before him.
Evelyn was in no better shape. Her belly and armpits were red, the gel accentuating every movement of her muscles and every drop of sweat sliding down her skin. Her breath was ragged, almost hoarse, and her exposed breasts rose rapidly with each breath. She bit her lip, her fingers clenching in a desperate reflex as she fought not to give in.
"You again…" Evelyn sighed in a trembling but bitter voice, believing Alan had returned. "I… I won't say anything! You hear? Nothing!"
Brian approached slowly, the tube of gel still in hand. Each step echoed in his mind like a reflection of his own hesitation. Evelyn, her eyes still blindfolded, was completely at his mercy, and the idea that she believed him to be Alan added a layer of intensity to the scene. He cast a brief glance at Ashley through the glass. His wife was twisting even more violently, her socks amplifying each sensation, her silent cries tearing at his heart.
But Evelyn, suspended before him, panted and twisted as well, her body offered, vibrating with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. Brian felt his own breath quicken, an irresistible heat rising within him as he finally placed the glove on his hand, ready to apply the gel.
Brian saw Alan open the door to Ashley's room, the man's imposing silhouette slipping inside like a threatening shadow. Although he couldn't hear anything through the soundproof glass, Ashley's behavior spoke for itself. She shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her red, sweat-drenched face. Her body twisted in her bonds with desperate intensity.
He didn't immediately understand what Alan was doing until he saw him tugging at the thick straps of her bra. Brian felt a paralyzing guilt mixed with a malignant excitement he couldn't suppress. Ashley, on the verge of collapse, tried to jump on the tips of her toes, a futile attempt to escape what was coming.
She cried out something, probably pleas, but no sound reached Brian. Her wet lips seemed to beg endlessly, while Alan slowly pulled the bra, revealing her breasts adorned with golden bells. Brian saw their movement, amplified by Ashley's spasms, and his excitement soared despite himself.
Ashley screamed silently, her body vibrating with distress. The golden bells tinkled softly, a sound almost imperceptible to Brian but which must have resonated like a hammer in his wife's mind. Her breasts seemed on the verge of succumbing to a new wave of torment.
Alan, still impassive, plunged his gloved hand into the tube of gel before approaching his palm to Ashley's vulnerable chest. The first touch of the gel seemed to trigger an explosion. Ashley's nipples hardened immediately, her golden bells tinkling furiously as she pulled on her bonds with almost inhuman force.
She arched violently, her silent screams becoming almost visible through the glass. Her face contorted in an expression of pure panic and agony. Alan applied the gel methodically, rubbing the already ultra-sensitive nipples. Each movement of his fingers made the golden bells tinkle, adding an auditory dimension to the torture.
Ashley shook her head frantically, tears rolling freely down her cheeks. She tried to move, to flee, but the bonds made any escape impossible. The sensations on her feet, already unbearable because of the soaked socks, seemed to multiply with the arrival of this new torment.
Her entire body seemed on the verge of breaking. Her legs buckled, her muscles tensing like cords ready to snap. Her golden bells, amplified by the slightest spasm, filled the air with their incessant tinkling, a cruel echo of her suffering. Brian, a helpless spectator, felt his heart break seeing his wife lose control. Yet, an uncontrollable fire burned within him, an inner struggle between desire and guilt that paralyzed him.
The loud beep resonated like an alarm, taking Brian's breath away. He knew it was his turn to intervene, that this moment would further intensify the tension and domination he felt towards Evelyn. His breathing was heavy, panting, as he approached her, his trembling hands already gloved and ready to apply the gel. Evelyn, suspended, struggled against the already unbearable sensations devouring her belly, armpits, and chest. Her muscles twitched, and she let out gasps interspersed with frustrated groans and sighs of agony.
Brian slowly crouched in front of her, his gaze capturing the perfection of her shapely legs, held taut by her high heels. The shiny black pumps, which had until then muffled the tinkling of the toe bells, suddenly became a barrier he would have to cross. He gently grabbed one of the heels, careful not to press too hard, as if the simple act of removing these symbolic shoes amplified his own excitement.
"Oh no! OH NO!" Evelyn cried, her voice betraying her fears.
Evelyn reacted immediately upon feeling the pressure on her foot decrease. Her breath became more ragged, and she shook her head slightly, murmuring inaudible words. Brian removed the first pump, revealing a slim and perfectly maintained foot, her nails painted with impeccable shiny black. Her middle toe bore a silver ring, to which a small bell was attached.
He moved to the other foot, repeating the gesture with the same slow methodicalness. The second pump slipped off, revealing the second foot identical to the first, adorned with its bell hanging from the toe ring. This perfect symmetry captivated Brian, further fueling the heat rising within him.
Evelyn moved slightly, her toes contracting reflexively as they were freed from their shiny prisons. The slight movement made the two bells tinkle softly, their crystalline sound resonating in the space. Brian felt his excitement explode at that precise moment. He knew that Evelyn, under hypnosis, could only become more agitated as these tinklings awoke an excitement she couldn't appease.
Taking a deep breath, he plunged his gloved fingers into the gel. Its viscous and cold texture contrasted with the heat invading his entire body. He approached his hand to Evelyn's first foot, bending her knee to access her arch. The glove's fingers brushed her sole, and the contact immediately triggered a reaction, Evelyn balancing on the tip of her other foot.
Evelyn arched slightly, an uncontrolled laugh mixed with a frustrated sigh escaping her lips.
"Hihi… No! Not… my feet!"
Brian couldn't respond, his silence further accentuating his role as a ghostly executor. He began to apply the gel, the glove sliding slowly over the sole of her foot. Each movement triggered a mix of forced hilarity and stifled moans from Evelyn. The toe bells tinkled frantically, amplifying her agitation.
He then focused on her toes, each finger of the glove slipping between them, gently massaging the ultra-sensitive area. Evelyn exploded with laughter, her attempts to maintain control crumbling under the wave of unbearable sensations.
"HAHAHA! Oh my god… no, stop that! Hihi… Not my toes! Hahaha… I'm going… to go crazy!"
The crystalline tinkling of her bells didn't cease, and with them, Brian knew Evelyn's excitement was soaring. Her breath was irregular, and her body twisted in her bonds, her breasts already subjected to the gel slightly bouncing with each movement.
Brian moved to the second foot, his gestures precise but slow, savoring each of Evelyn's tremors, each stifled laugh, each tinkle. The struggle she waged against her own desire and the torture of the gel fascinated him as much as it excited him. His own desire to give in, to release, rose to an unbearable point. But he continued, methodical, seeing Evelyn waver.
Ashley was on the brink, her body taut in a desperate struggle against the unbearable sensations consuming her. Her feet, imprisoned in her gel-soaked socks, had become a point of torture so unbearable she could no longer stay still. She frantically tried to scratch the floor with her toes to escape the intensity burning her skin, but nothing could quell this fire that seemed to rise within her, crescendo.
Her screams rose, interspersed with uncontrollable sobs:
"AHHHHH! Oh my god, stop! Stop it! I… I'm going to go crazy!" she cried, her voice torn by agony and despair.
Each movement she made in her bonds triggered an additional wave of sensations, and she swung frantically, desperately trying to shake off the socks imprisoning her burning feet. Her breasts, also covered in gel, pulsed with an electric pain that intertwined with sensations so sharp she could no longer breathe properly. Each breath, each movement of her chest exacerbated the sensations, sending waves of burning through her entire body.
Alan, still terrifyingly calm, watched her. His soft, almost mocking voice pierced her screams:
"You know, Ashley, all this could stop right now. All you have to do is say a word. But… you continue. Why? Is it pride, or something else holding you back?" he murmured, his words slipping into her mind like a blade.
Ashley shook her head violently, her tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She panted, her breath ragged between stifled sobs. Her pride prevented her from giving in, even though her body screamed for mercy. She knew that giving in now would mean losing not only this trial but a part of herself, a humiliation she couldn't accept.
Alan approached slowly, his steps echoing in the room like a reflection of her torment. He stopped right in front of her, his hands in his pockets, his calm smile still fixed on his face.
"Your socks, Ashley," he resumed. "They only amplify what you feel. A real cage, isn't it? Imagine for a moment what it would be like… to take them off. Just a little respite, a breath, a moment to breathe. Why not try?"
Ashley opened her eyes, desperate, her head turning towards him despite the blindfold. She knew he was playing with her, manipulating her thoughts, but her feet were in such a state of torment that she couldn't help but think about it. Her toes twitched constantly, desperately trying to escape the oppressive heat of the gel that seeped ever deeper.
She moaned between her tears, her voice broken by exhaustion:
"No… I… I can't…"
But as she spoke, a part of her wavered. Her feet frantically tried to relieve themselves, sliding, using one to scratch the other, her socks becoming a moist and torturous prison. The idea of taking them off, even briefly, began to infiltrate her mind, an insidious temptation she couldn't completely push away.
Alan shrugged slightly, his tone still calm:
"As you wish. But remember: every minute that passes makes all this… worse."
Brian was torn between desire, guilt, and a twisted logic that seemed to want to take over. His hand trembled slightly as he struggled not to give in, his gaze oscillating between Evelyn, in the same room as him, and Ashley, in the other room, separated by the glass.
Evelyn was in a visible state of torment. Her belly contracted painfully, her armpits cramped with each movement, and her breasts quivered under the effect of the gel, her nipples becoming more sensitive with each second. Her bare feet, now covered in gel, were a captivating and heart-wrenching sight. Her toes curled involuntarily as she shifted her weight, their movements triggering the tinkling of the bells hanging from her toe rings, a sound that resonated in the room like a cursed melody. Evelyn was now crying openly, tears flowing under her blindfold, her trembling lips trying to contain words she couldn't pronounce.
"Hhh… I… I can't…" she breathed in a mix of moans and tears.
She arched, on the tips of her toes, her silhouette taut in a desperate dance to relieve even a little of the gel's intensity. Her entire body was a mix of excitement, pain, and frustration, and the regular tinkling of the bells at her feet amplified a strange duality: physical torture combined with hypnotic excitement that consumed her.
On the other side, Ashley was no better off. Although he couldn't hear her, Brian clearly saw his wife's desperate movements, her body glistening with sweat, her chest bouncing with each attempted shake, and her feet frantically pounding the floor in a vain attempt to relieve herself. He imagined the frantic jingling of her golden nipple bells and her silver ankle bracelets, making the scene both hypnotic and unbearable.
Each new twist of her body gave rise to forbidden thoughts in Brian's mind, and he found himself letting his hand slide gently over his pants, his excitement becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. His breathing was ragged, and a low growl resonated in his chest as he tried to contain his desire.
He looked at Evelyn again. Her feet, so perfectly maintained with their shiny black nails and the bells hanging from her toe rings, were a spectacle that made him lose control. He repeated to himself: If she cracks, Ashley will win. Evelyn will have to endure hypnosis, but that's not so bad, is it?
His hand slid over the tube of gel beside him. Evelyn, out of breath, swayed between struggle and surrender, and he knew that one more application might be enough to break her. And if I apply more gel to her feet? Her toes are her greatest weakness… he thought, rationalizing each movement.
But he felt a shiver run down his spine: if he gave in, if he came here, it would mean another hypnosis for Ashley. That didn't seem fair… but the idea that Evelyn would bear the consequences if he held back gnawed at him just as much.
Brian bit the inside of his cheek, trying to anchor himself in reality. His gaze returned to Ashley, and guilt washed over him. But the image of Evelyn, her bare feet trembling under the gel, the silver bells tinkling softly with each spasm, imposed itself with irresistible force.
He leaned slightly forward, his breath short. His hand trembled as it approached the tube of gel. His hand stopped for a moment, his fingers brushing the tube.
Ashley was on the verge of giving in. Her entire body burned under the unbearable effect of the gel, every inch of her skin screaming for release. Her chest, so sensitive, was a storm of uncontrollable sensations: her hyper-erogenous nipples seemed ready to explode under the pressure of the gel, and each movement of her body intensified their torture. But it was her feet, imprisoned in her gel-soaked socks, where an unimaginable suffering concentrated.
"I'm going to die…" she said softly, the sound masked by that of the golden bells shaking violently.
Their sensations, amplified beyond the bearable by Alan's hypnosis, had become an internal battlefield. The socks seemed to merge with her skin, each fiber of fabric becoming a vector of intense itching and burning tingles. Ashley struggled like a caged lioness, her legs tensing and her feet frantically pounding the floor in a desperate attempt to find relief.
"No… no… NO!" she cried, her voice broken, her tears flowing freely as her mind wavered.
She couldn't take it anymore. Despite all her reluctance, her desperate desire to hide her feet and protect them from Alan's gaze and touch, the pain was breaking her. Her pride, her instinct to resist, all of that dissolved under the relentless assault of the gel and hypnosis.
In a final burst of desperation, Ashley chose to give in. Her feet crossed awkwardly as she tried, with the tips of her toes, to grab a sock. She slightly bent her legs, her muscles trembling with effort and humiliation. Brian, who was watching the scene through the glass, furrowed his brows, intrigued and worried. He approached, his breath short, to better understand what he was seeing.
Ashley, in tears, was now using her toes to slowly pull one of her socks. The soaked fabric gradually slid, revealing the bare skin of her foot. It was an awkward and terribly humiliating process, but she had no choice left. When she managed to free one foot, she immediately started the same maneuver for the other. Brian, astonished, saw his wife remove the second sock with the tips of her toes, her feet now completely bare.
His gaze lingered on them. They were small, a size 37, and showed frustrating potential: the lines were soft, the curve elegant, but the lack of care was evident. Her skin seemed slightly dry in places, and her nails, short, lacked care. It was a striking contrast with Evelyn's well-pedicured feet, with their shiny black nails and perfect curves. All of this left Brian with a strange sensation: he saw in Ashley's feet a kind of irritating imperfection.
Ashley, now barefoot, felt an instant relief when the free air reached her feet, canceling the effects of the hypnosis. The effects of the gel were still present but no longer amplified.
On his side, Brian couldn't take his eyes off the scene. Ashley was still jumping around, her movements making the silver bells at her ankles dance, and probably the golden ones at her nipples, although he couldn't hear them. He looked away for a moment to glance at Evelyn, whose perfectly maintained feet moved weakly in their own torment, her bells resonating at a hypnotic rhythm.
Brian stood in front of Evelyn, breathing heavily, his mind consumed by a strategy he knew was implacable and cruel. Evelyn's toes, those sensitive, disarming areas, would become her breaking point. Gritting his teeth, he approached her, his gloves soaked with gel in hand.
With a quick but measured gesture, he gently lifted both her feet, bending her knees and supporting her with one arm, making her lose all contact with the ground. Evelyn, suspended, lost her precarious balance and let out a gasp of surprise mixed with panic. Her feet, so perfectly maintained, were vulnerable, the bells at her toe rings tinkling faintly in the air.
Brian poured all the contents of the gel jar onto the floor, right where her toes had rested. The gel spread into a thick, shiny puddle, imbued with that unbearable power that had already reduced the two women to tears and pleas. Evelyn felt her heart race; even without seeing what he was doing, she could guess, and fear crept into her voice.
— No… no, not my feet… I beg you… hihi! Alan, I… I'm going to break, please! she murmured, her breath ragged.
Brian, without responding or faltering, slowly lowered her feet to the ground, releasing his grip. Evelyn felt the weight of her own body pulling her down, her toes stretched desperately seeking their support point.
The first contact was immediate and catastrophic. Her toes plunged directly into the puddle of gel, the liquid quickly sliding between them and spreading over the soles of her feet. The effect was instantaneous: a burning, itching, unbearable sensation seized her, radiating from her toes to the rest of her body. Evelyn screamed, a broken and humiliated cry, unable to contain her reaction.
— AAAAH! NOOOON! NOT THIS! MY TOES… MY TOES! she screamed, her voice breaking into a mix of pleas and despair.
She desperately tried to pull her feet out of the gel, but every movement condemned her to plunge back into it. One foot lifted to escape the torture, while the other immediately fell back into the puddle. Her toes, so sensitive, couldn't stop stepping in the gel, intensifying her ordeal with each contact. The silver bells at her toe rings tinkled frantically, a merciless melody that seemed to mock her efforts.
— I beg you! I can't take it anymore! Not this! AAAH! she screamed, tears streaming under her blindfold. Evelyn began to dance frantically from one foot to the other, a clumsy and desperate dance, but nothing could free her. Every movement, every attempt to escape, brought her toes back into that cursed puddle.
Brian, breathless, watched Evelyn collapse before his eyes. Her suspended posture, her taut body, her feet pounding the floor in a ballet of suffering and submission… It was too much. The scene, combined with the hypnotic tinkling of Evelyn's bells and Ashley's frantic movements in the other room, overwhelmed him completely.
He stepped back, his gaze oscillating between the two women. His hand instinctively slid to his pants, unable to resist the burning wave of excitement rising within him. He freed his already hard sex and began to masturbate, his movements slow at first, then faster and faster as he watched Evelyn in her ordeal.
Evelyn screamed, broken and tearing sounds filling the room, her feet still dancing in the unbearable puddle of gel. Her toes, so sensitive, sinking into that cursed pool, couldn't stop stretching and spreading involuntarily under the unbearable itching. Her bells tinkled frantically, an implacable music that seemed to accompany her agony.
— PLEASE… HAAAA! I… I'M BREAKING! AAAAH! she screamed, her tears flooding her cheeks under her blindfold.
On the other side of the glass, Ashley jumped around, her frantic movements betraying a distress that rivaled Evelyn's. Her bare feet, her toes clenched, and her ankle bracelets tinkling relentlessly told a story of equally unbearable torture. Her upper body, marked by her reddened nipples adorned with golden bells that danced with her desperate movements, added another layer to her ordeal.
But in Evelyn's room, Brian heard only the tinkling of the toe bells and the pleas of the woman before him. Her frantic movements and the sight of her perfect feet, covered in gel and subjected to such frenzy, had ignited a fire within him that he could no longer extinguish.
He felt a burning heat rise within him, an uncontrollable desire that eclipsed all other feelings. His hand gripped his hard and throbbing sex, his movements becoming faster and more intense as he watched Evelyn succumb.
— AAAH! MY FEET! I BEG YOU! NOT MY TOES! NOOOON! Evelyn screamed in a final burst of despair, frantically stomping the gel in a desperate attempt to find relief.
This scream broke Brian's last barriers. In a deep groan, he felt his orgasm surge through him like an implacable wave. His hand clenched on his sex, and he ejaculated, thick, hot jets spurting directly onto Evelyn's toes. The drops mixed with the gel and slid between her toes, further intensifying the sensation she was enduring.
Evelyn, feeling this new contact, let out a cry that oscillated between absolute horror and despair.
— WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? NOOOON! NOT THIS! NOT ON TOP OF THAT! she screamed, her feet stretching in a final spasm of rejection. But with every movement, she inevitably returned to the cursed puddle, stomping the mixture of gel and Brian's sperm, further amplifying her own humiliation.
Alan watched Brian, a twisted smile stretching his lips as he contemplated the devastating effect of the game on the two women. From Ashley's room, where he still stood, his gaze slid over the desperate body of the young woman. Suspended by her wrists, she struggled in a frantic dance of pain and frustration. Her bare feet pounded the floor, her clenched toes seeking relief that never came. The incessant tinkling of the silver bells at her ankles added a layer of sonic torture, each note resonating like a cruel echo of her ordeal.
Ashley cried openly, her sobs mixed with muffled moans as she shook her head from side to side. Her chest, reddened and sensitive, was a vision of exacerbated vulnerability. The golden bells adorning her piercings danced with each jolt, and Alan, with almost clinical calm, applied the gel directly to Ashley's nipples. The contact caused an immediate reaction: her piercing scream tore through the air as her hips arched involuntarily. She shook her head even harder, her hair sticking to her face wet with tears and sweat.
— AAAAH! NOOO! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! she screamed, her voice broken by the intensity of the sensations.
Her legs buckled for a moment, but she immediately straightened onto her tiptoes, avoiding letting her wrists bear all her weight. Her movements triggered an unbearable chime: the bells at her ankles and those at her piercings played a discordant symphony that seemed to intensify her hysteria even more.
Alan stepped back slightly, contemplating his work with perverse satisfaction. He placed his glove on a table, removing the residue of gel with a slow gesture, and turned to join Brian in front of the open double doors.
The two men faced each other, while the sounds of the hell they had orchestrated resonated behind them. Ashley's screams, the incessant tinkling, and on the other side, Evelyn's, blended into an almost unreal cacophony. Evelyn continued to stomp the gel, her feet pounding the floor in a dance of agony, emitting heart-wrenching pleas.
— You see, Brian, said Alan, crossing his arms, his smile still present, there is no other way out now. Ashley will have to be hypnotized. She is close, so close… but she needs one last push.
Brian, his mind clouded by excitement and guilt, nodded mechanically. His eyes nervously shifted from Evelyn's door to Ashley's, listening to the echoes of their endless struggle.
— We just have to wait, Alan continued in an almost joyful tone. One of them will break. And it will be… delicious.
In the infernal cacophony of the two rooms, where the cries of distress, the incessant tinkling of the bells, and the heart-wrenching pleas blended, the suspense reached its climax. Alan, impassive and malicious, stood beside Brian, observing with almost sadistic satisfaction the progressive collapse of the two women.
Ashley, in her room, seemed at her limit. Her movements were disordered, her breath ragged, her voice broken by uncontrollable sobs. Her bare feet couldn't stop clenching and relaxing in a vain attempt at relief. Her chest, where the golden bells continued to tinkle with each jolt, seemed to have become the center of unbearable torture. The sensations amplified by the hypnosis decupled her torment. She repeated incoherent pleas, close to surrender.
On the other side, Evelyn literally danced in place, her feet slipping in the sticky gel that seeped between her toes and awakened every nerve ending. Each contact with the floor was a new stab. Her toe rings tinkled relentlessly, provoking growing excitement that mixed with the pain, creating a cocktail of unbearable sensations. Tears streamed under her blindfold, and her entire body trembled with exhaustion.
Ashley was the first to give in. In a heart-wrenching scream, interspersed with tears, she shouted:
— I WANT TO CUM FROM THE GOLDEN BELLS!
Her voice resonated in her room, filled with despair and surrender. Alan smiled victoriously, turning slightly towards Brian to savor the moment.
A few seconds later, Evelyn, who hadn't heard Ashley's scream due to the soundproofing, cracked in turn.
— I ACCEPT MY TOE RINGS! she moaned in a broken voice, her body almost collapsing under the weight of her surrender.
The two women had just given in, each unaware that the other had done the same. Alan, radiating satisfaction, clapped his hands, drawing Brian's attention.
Alan and Brian approached the two suspended women, each broken in her own way. The muffled sobs of Ashley and the ragged breathing of Evelyn filled their respective rooms, mixed with the faint but persistent tinkling of the toe and chest bells. Alan, still impassive, triggered the mechanisms that released their bonds, letting them fall limply to their knees, too exhausted to stand.
Ashley, her cheeks wet with tears, stared at the floor, her body shaking with spasms as her bare feet desperately sought relief against the icy floor. Evelyn, on her side, remained prostrate, her gel-covered feet still faintly sparkling in the light, her toes trembling involuntarily.
Alan removed their blindfolds with calculated gentleness, as if adding a touch of false empathy to the humiliation they had just endured. The gazes of the two women, now freed, were filled with a mixture of confusion, shame, and pain. They seemed to avoid at all costs meeting the gaze of Alan or Brian, as if looking at their tormentors would have been a new torture.
With a calm but authoritative voice, Alan pointed to a door at the end of the hallway:
— You will find showers behind this door. The hot water should soothe the effects of the gel… to some extent.
Ashley and Evelyn exchanged a furtive glance, failure and humiliation readable in their expressions, before staggering towards the door.
The showers opened before Ashley and Evelyn like a long-awaited promise of respite. Their trembling, gel-stained bodies could no longer bear the slightest contact or friction. Their hurried steps, despite the pain, led them directly under the jets of lukewarm water that gushed as soon as they turned the faucets.
Ashley stood under the powerful stream, the water cascading over her sensitive skin. She moaned softly as the residue of the gel gradually diminished, giving way to a feeling of relief tempered by the persistent hypersensitivity of her chest and bare feet. She pressed her palms against the cold walls, trying to catch her breath, as the water trickled over her golden bells, which tinkled faintly with each movement.
On her side, Evelyn leaned slightly, directing the jet of water straight onto her aching feet. She desperately tried to rid her toes of the infernal stickiness that had seeped everywhere, even sliding between the rings adorned with their silver bells. Yet, as she scrutinized her feet, she noticed something strange.
A viscous substance, slightly different from the gel, still clung to the crevices of her toes. Its texture, thicker and less soluble in water, made her furrow her brows. Evelyn hesitantly ran a finger over this persistent material, a suspicion creeping into her mind. A flush of embarrassment suddenly rose to her face when she finally understood what it was.
She abruptly turned her head towards Ashley, who, absorbed in her own ordeal, hadn't noticed anything. Evelyn straightened slowly, clenching her fists, her gaze hardening as she returned to her thoughts. A wave of humiliation and frustration washed over her, though she couldn't ignore a troubling, involuntary curiosity.
Ashley, for her part, was too lost in her own torment to perceive the rising tension in Evelyn. The water hadn't been enough to calm the hypersensitivity of her nipples and feet, and every drop on her skin seemed to awaken a sensation she wanted to escape.
In a charged silence, the two women continued to purify themselves, but their thoughts were already drifting towards Alan and Brian, and the answers they intended to demand once out of this watery hell.
Ashley and Evelyn finally appeared through the door leading to the showers, their silhouettes still marked by fatigue after the infernal ordeal they had endured. Ashley, dressed in light pants and an oversized t-shirt, had put on discreet sneakers that stopped just below her ankle bracelets adorned with silver bells. These tinkled faintly with each step, despite her efforts to minimize the noise. Evelyn, on her side, wore a fitted black dress and had put her heels back on, her elegant gait barely affected by the ordeal. The silver bells at her toe rings, muffled by the leather of her shoes, were discreet, but their weight was a constant presence she felt.
Alan and Brian awaited them in the large main room, the former displaying his characteristic smile, the latter trying to hide his nervousness behind a neutral expression. The two women stopped at a certain distance, their gazes flashing, but also filled with curiosity and mistrust.
— Well! Here you are! Alan exclaimed with exaggerated enthusiasm. You have been… fascinating. Really. But it's time to announce the results.
Ashley clenched her fists, her gaze briefly turning to Brian, seeking a sign, a confirmation, something. Evelyn crossed her arms, her heels making a slight click as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her expression cold and calculating, fixed on Alan with intensity.
— Who won? Evelyn asked, her voice cutting through the silence.
Ashley, though shaken, also straightened up.
— Yes. Who gave in? Because I know it wasn't me, she said, her tone almost defensive.
Alan raised a hand, excitement shining in his eyes.
— Oh, my dear participants, let me stop you in your tracks. The answer is… a perfect tie.
Ashley and Evelyn exchanged a glance, a mixture of confusion and defiance floating between them. Ashley, especially, felt her heart race. She knew what she had done, and the fact that Alan didn't directly point her out filled her with relief as much as suspicion. Evelyn, on her side, squinted, her instinct telling her there was something strange.
— A tie? Evelyn repeated, a hint of skepticism in her voice. How is that possible?
Alan displayed a satisfied smile, savoring their incredulity.
— Yes. You both pronounced your key phrases at the same time. A perfect synchronization! You couldn't hear each other, of course, but your voices resonated in unison. Fascinating, isn't it?
Ashley swallowed, trying to hide her turmoil. Brian, who knew the truth, felt a wave of guilt wash over him, but he remained silent. Contradicting Alan or revealing that Ashley had given in first would have been a betrayal he couldn't conceive. He slightly lowered his eyes, fidgeting with his hands to mask his tension.
— So… we are both… hypnotized? Ashley asked, her voice slightly trembling, though she tried to maintain a neutral facade.
Alan nodded, delighted.
— Absolutely! A tie means an equal reward. You will each have a new facet added to your… personal palette, shall we say.
Evelyn, gritting her teeth, took a deep breath, but didn't respond immediately. Ashley cast a hesitant glance at Brian, but he avoided her gaze, knowing she might read things in it he didn't want to admit.
— And now? Evelyn asked, her tone calmer but still filled with mistrust.
Alan clapped his hands.
— Now? You rest, my dears! The next game will come soon. But for now… savor this tie. It is rare, and, I would say, precious.
Alan's smile widened, but something in his eyes betrayed that he still had many things in mind for the coming days.
Ashley, still troubled by Alan's statements, furrowed her brows as she stepped slightly towards him.
— Wait a second, Alan, she said, her voice firm despite the tremors she felt in her chest. If it's a tie, who will share the room with Brian tonight?
Alan's smile widened slightly, as if he had been expecting this question. He looked at Ashley with an almost sorry expression, but the mocking glint in his eyes couldn't be ignored.
— Well, my dear Ashley, if you both had obtained the same result, it would have been simple to decide based on a fair rule. But there is another factor to consider. Brian, he failed in his personal test, he said, marking a dramatic pause. And so, Evelyn will share her room with him for the next two nights, or more, depending on you.
Ashley felt a cold chill run down her spine. Her jaw clenched as her green eyes flashed. She turned to Brian, seeking an objection, a sign that he would contest this decision. But he remained silent, his shoulders slightly slumped.
— But that's ridiculous! Ashley exclaimed, her voice betraying her despair. Alan, you're still playing with us. Why always complicate things?
Alan shrugged with feigned innocence.
— Oh, I'm just following the rules we established. And besides, Evelyn deserves a night of rest in good company, doesn't she?
Evelyn, who until then had remained in the background, slowly raised her head. A strange gleam crossed her eyes as she fully grasped the implications of the decision. The words of Alan resonated within her in a way she didn't fully understand, but which awakened a unexpected warmth in her chest.
— That's fine with me, she said softly, her gaze sliding towards Brian.
She knew something within her had changed, but she had no idea it was a subtle hypnosis amplifying her already intense love for him. And when she remembered what she had discovered in the showers—the trace left between her toes by Brian's impulsive act—she felt no disgust. On the contrary, a strange satisfaction mixed with it.
Ashley, unable to contain her frustration, looked away. Her tight sneakers seemed strangely uncomfortable now, and the faint tinkling of the bells at her ankles reminded her that she was still a prisoner of Alan's game.
Alan held his silver bell between his fingers, shaking it gently to produce a clear and hypnotic tinkle. The eyes of Ashley and Evelyn had already emptied of all resistance, staring at an invisible point while a satisfied smile stretched Alan's lips. Brian, standing a few steps away, watched the scene, torn between fascination and a hint of apprehension at Alan's growing influence.
— Let's start with Ashley, Alan announced in a suave voice.
He shook the bell again, its tinkle amplifying in the air like an enveloping hypnotic wave. Ashley trembled slightly, her body instinctively following the vibrations of the sound.
— "I want to come from the golden bells," he repeated, savoring each syllable with perverse delight. Well, my dear, it will be so. These little wonders attached to your piercings…
Alan lightly brushed his finger under the imaginary golden bells, a cruel smile forming on his face.
— Their tinkle, their weight… every time they move, every time they resonate, it will be growing pleasure, Ashley. But here's the irony: this pleasure, you won't be able to fully reach it alone. A male partner, a game, a test. Alone or with a woman…
Alan placed a finger on his own chin, feigning reflection.
— You will remain suspended on the edge of ecstasy, unable to free yourself.
Ashley didn't move, but her body seemed to absorb each word as an engraved truth within her being.
Alan then turned to Evelyn, the bell still dancing between his fingers.
— "I accept my toe rings," he murmured, repeating her key phrase with deceptive softness. Well, Evelyn. You accept them, and even better: they will be your key to ecstasy.
He slightly knelt to imagine Evelyn's toe rings, as if contemplating an invisible masterpiece.
— Every tinkle, every contact, every pressure between these rings and your sensitive skin… It will be a source of unparalleled excitement for you. And even better, you will be able to come just by feeling them move or resonate. Isn't that magnificent?
A gleam of triumph crossed his gaze as he straightened up. He shook the bell one last time, more deeply this time. The sound seemed to descend into an unfathomable abyss, penetrating the minds of the two women. Evelyn and Ashley remained motionless, frozen under the effect of the hypnosis. The two women would not remember what would follow.
Brian, though still conscious, felt a blurry veil envelop his mind. He blinked, struggling to maintain his attention as Alan turned to him, a triumphant gleam in his gaze.
— You see, Brian, Alan said, negligently playing with his bell, the last time, I couldn't make Evelyn's hypnosis complete. There was this restriction, this residual excitement linked to the place… but now, it's different. It's complete. Perfect.
Alan smiled maliciously, slightly approaching his bell to Brian's face.
— And now, let's move on to the bonus hypnosis for Ashley. I must thank you, Brian. Your performance during the game was… spectacular.
Alan observed Ashley with a mix of malice and calculation as she stood straight, still slightly under the effect of her previous trance. Her small sneakers and ankle socks covered her feet, but her silver bracelets faintly sparkled under the light. He had tried to push her towards a new hypnosis to make her walk barefoot, playing on her growing attachment to the sound of her silver bells, but Ashley had resisted, a fierce gleam in her eyes.
— Interesting… very interesting, Alan murmured, stepping back slightly, his gaze thoughtful. You're not ready yet. But it's only a matter of time.
He then turned to Brian, an amused smile on his lips.
— And you, Brian, what did you think of your dear wife's feet? Be honest.
Brian, under the effects of the veil, could only tell the truth, glancing at Ashley, deep in her trance. — I was… disappointed. Ashley never really took care of her feet. Compared to Evelyn's… let's say they lack attention.
— Listen to me carefully, Ashley, Alan said, his voice becoming soft and hypnotic.
The crystalline tinkling of Ashley's ankle bracelets intensified, their echo seeming to penetrate directly into her mind.
— Every time you hear the sound of Evelyn's toe ring bells, a growing feeling will settle within you. You will remember Evelyn's perfectly pedicured feet, their cared-for beauty, their impeccable elegance… and you will realize how much this captivates Brian.
He paused, observing Ashley's relaxed features before continuing.
— This feeling will push you to want to surpass Evelyn. To make your own feet as perfect as hers. You will feel the desire to take care of them, to grow your nails, to paint them, to massage them, to offer them regular pedicures…
He approached slightly, his words taking on a almost caressing intonation.
— And you will do it, Ashley, not out of simple desire… but because deep down, you won't be able to stand the idea of Evelyn trying to monopolize Brian. Your jealousy will become your driving force.
Alan then stepped back, satisfied, and made the bell resonate one last time to break the trance. Ashley blinked, confused and slightly troubled, remembering nothing.
Alan watched Ashley slowly regain her senses, her eyelids fluttering as she seemed to reintegrate reality. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but her gaze, though still troubled, betrayed nothing of what had just played out in her mind. Alan crossed his arms, a satisfied smile floating on his lips, before turning to Brian.
— Well, I think everything is in order, he said with an almost casual lightness.
Brian stared at Ashley, a pang of guilt knotting his stomach despite the veil of hypnosis covering his judgment. She was still so strong, so resistant, but he couldn't ignore the subtle games Alan was weaving around her. Yet, he said nothing, preferring to keep his thoughts to himself.
Ashley, on her side, unconsciously adjusted her sneakers, her eyes lowered. The soft tinkling of her ankle bracelets resonated with each of her movements, a sound she no longer heard the same way. A strange impression grew within her, but she couldn't fully grasp it.
He left the room, leaving the couple alone in heavy silence. Brian approached Ashley, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, her expression a bit lost.
— Are you okay? he asked softly.
She nodded, forcing a smile.
— Yes… I guess.
But deep down, a new surge of uncertainty settled within her. A diffuse, inexplicable desire that pushed her to compare herself to Evelyn, to want to stand out… and all of this, because of that damned tinkling that no longer left her mind.
