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(Thought this may be enjoyed here? Some themes of tickling featured and other stuff!)
Tiffany woke up with a sudden gasp.
A slim, blonde, young woman. Just 26.
She felt very fuzzy in the head…almost hungover. Her body felt exaughsted and her limbs were sore. She went to stand up but found herself fully secured to a metal chair was steel wrist restraints on her wrists and ankles. The only clothing on her body was a sports bar. She felt some discomfort in her private area and looking down realized she had a chastity belt locked o to her. Tiffany was starting to realize she not only didn’t know where she was…she could not remember literally anything. One strange thing that stuck out to her was how ridiculously horny she felt. It was something that hit her immediately and felt distracting and frustrating.
The steel restraints on her wrists and ankles suddenly sprung unlocked, freeing Tiffany from the chair. As she stood up she tried to keep her balance. She looked around. The only things in this room were the chair and a flat screen tv sitting on a stand in front of it. Their was no windows. Tiffany turned around and saw the door. She exited the room and found that she seemed to be upstairs in a completely normal looking looking house.
As she went downstairs she saw several interesting pictures framed on the walls. She was pictured with several different men. The men were all seen posing in what looked like fetish gear. Men decked out in bdsm/leather gear posing with her, slave men on all fours while wearning a collar pictured licking the heel or her high heels , lots of fit men being restrained by her and whipped, spanked, straddled by her, her planing her smooth looking foot in a subs face while she relaxed, her spitting in an open slaves mouth, and her straddling a tied man and tickling him. A lot of these pictures seemed to be in some sort of club. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Tiffany appeared to be a popular dominatrix of some sort.
The next interesting thing Tiffany noticed was a calender on the kitchen fridge. It appeared to be October and every day of the week from the 1st to the 30th had an X through it. So it is the 31st? Tiffany thought.
Tiffany heard what sounded like faint chatter and pulled the curtain over above the kitchen sink.
“Ahhhh!!!” Tiffany screamed, jumping back startled.
A group of guys were visible right outside of the window peering in and smiling excitingly at him. They looked amused at her confusion and fear. “What the fuck is going on?! What are you guys looking at?!” Tiffany yelled at them. She got no response only continued amusement and laughter.
Tiffany saw the door to exit the house and stormed out. Her jaw dropped upon stepping out into the daylight. She appeared to be in a very small perfect looking little village. Perfect grass, sidewalks, and roads. Everything seemed so….artifical looking about it to her. The scariest part though, all around Tiffany were even more men. Some standing with their hands in their pockets watching intently, some grinning and filming or taking pictures on their phones, others joking and around in groups and yelling things at him. She was to overwhelmed to even focus on what they were saying. Their were dozens upon dozens of them.
“What the fuck do you guys want!??? Answer me freaks!!”
Her anger only seemed to make them happier. Tiffany continued yelling until she was red in the face. Tiffany set her sights on one man and proceeded to charge in his direction with her fists balled up. She was ready to fight much to the mans amusement. Suddenly she heard a whistle sound. She felt her entire body stiffen up.
She was completely locked into her own body. A living statue. She saw a very large beefy man dressed like a medieval executioner approaching her. He had the hood and all so Tiffany could not see who he was. Tiffany was terrified. Her heart raced not knowing what to expect.
The man lifted Tiffany like it was nothing and carried her over to what looked like a stockade set up in the middle of the town. One was just a normal stockade with a hole for the head and two for your hands. The other was one that seemed to be just for securing your ankles that had a seat with a backing attached to secure the arms about your head. The “executioner” secured Tiffany to the first stockade. The executioner pulled out a whistle and blew on it. Tiffany could finally move again. The only issue being that she was now locked in the stock. The executioner pulled out a large black paddle. He walked over to the back of Tiffany and undid her chastity belt so her perfect, smooth, bare ass was revealed.
SMACK
Tiffany let out a loud yelp as the man cracked the paddle on her bare ass very hard.
He walked back in front of Tiffany and pulled out a role of tape. He sealed Tiffany's mouth shut and then grabbed a megaphone to address the crowd. His voice was deep, serious, and booming. Just as intimidating and scary as he looked.
“OKAY IT IS TIME FOR YOU ALL TO HAVE SOME FUN HERE AT STATION 1. REMEMNBER SPANKING ONLY.”
The crowd of men began to circle in tighter. One man raced to scoop up the paddle the executioner used before another could.
“Don’t mind if I give this a try!” He said excitingly.
Smack after smack Tiffany yelped as the man kept swinging the paddle at her ass.
All of the men cheered.
“OK ok stop hogging!” Another man protested.
The man doing the spaking passed on the paddle to another. This went on for what felt like a half hour. A few men stepped up preferring to use their bare hands. The worst was when a man pulled a pinwheel put of his pocket and ran it all along Tiffany's very raw butt cheeks. Finally the executioner ordered everyone step away. He pulled out his whistle and gave a blow. Once again Tiffany was frozen in place. Could not speak, move, let alone groan or make any type of noise at all. While frozen Tiffany was fitted back into her chastity belt and moved to the next stockade. Her bare soles sticking out of the holes her ankles were locked. Her arms secured above her head. The whistle was blown and Tiffany was unfrozen.
The megaphone was picked up again.
“PART 2 OF STATION 1. TICKLING ONLY.”
A display of feathers and brushes was set next to Tiffany.
The men one again circled in.
Some men sat in the grass and used the brushes to aggressively scrub Tiffany's soles with them. Tiffany could only laugh her muffled laugh and try to scream for mercy through her gag any moment she was lucky to catch her breathe. Her pits were very bad. One man on each side of her dug in hard.
“Mmmmm! Hahhmmmmmm!” Tiffany protested through her sealed mouth.
“Sorry mam, we can’t quite understand you” one of the men said, earning some laughs.
One man was dedicated to being as subtly irritating as possible. He used a feather and just lightly trailed in around Tiffany's ear, nose, neck ect. Tiffany honestly wanted to break out and hit him…and then all the rest. Sweat was beginning to pour off of Tiffany. It was getting harder and harder to breathe with how hard she was laughing and how hard it was to only take in air through her nose at the same time. The worst was the man drilling his finger into her tiny innie belly button making her scream through the tape. She started to actually panic that she might lose consciousness soon.
Thankfully a half hour had gone bye and all of the men were finally stopped and backed away. The executioner unlocked the stocks. He didn’t even freeze Tiffany in place. Her eyes began to dart around for an exit. Tiffany couldnt believe he could be so unaware. This could be her chance.
The executioner meanwhile wasn’t even paying attention to her, he was packing up all of the tools he had used.
“Hey! Follow us! We’re here to help!”
Tiffany turned to see 2 younger girls standing a bit separate from the other clusters of men all around. Both around her age, 25 or 26. Tiffany ran with them.
The crowd slowly walked in their direction but didn’t chase. They kept their distance quite a bit actually. The 2 girls led Tiffany into one of the buildings in this “town”. Inside it looked like an empty bar.
“Who are you guys? What is going on?” Tiffany asked.
“I’m Faith, this is my friend Olivia”.
Faith was very pretty and innocent looking. Long straight brown hair, freckles, and a preppy look to her. She seemed very kind and trustworthy. Olivia had more of an edge.. Long Dark black hair, Glasses, tattoos, red lipstick, Tight clothes. She kinda had a domme look that Tiffany would relate to. They seemed very kind and approachable. Tiffany felt comfortable with them.
“We have no idea what is happening either. It seems like all of these people are brainwashed. We have been looking for other people who don’t seem under control. We’re lucky we stumbled upon you.” Olivia said.
“We need to get you something to eat from out stash” Faith chimed in.
Faith brought out a bunch of warm food. Chicken, steamed veggies, a protein shake, apple, water bottle.
“Gotta keep your energy up”
“Thank you” Tiffany said as she dug in.
Tiffany looked around as she ate. She noticed some pictures on the walls of the bar that made her raise an eyebrow. It looked like the remains of a burnt down building. Other pictures had ambulances and people being treated for injuries and carried out on stretchers. This all felt very familiar to her…like it was all at the tip of her tounge but she just could not get it.
Faith approached, “were going to go search for more food and possibly check other areas for more people, are you okay staying here?”
“Uhmm..sure. yeah I guess.” Tiffany said.
Tiffany sat in silence for what felt like an hour before she heard that dreadful noise again. The whistle noise. She felt her body lock up. Two woman rushed in. They were covered head to toe in skin tight red and blue rubber suits. They lifted Tiffany over to what looked like a pool table that had some sort of vac bed fitted onto it. Tiffany's cage was pulled off and she was layed inside the vac bed on the pool table. Her legs specifically stretched to each side so a V shape was formed. She heard one of the rubber men turn on a vacuum sounding machine and soon the vac bed began to encase her completely. It was so tight that it might as well of replaced her skin. The only part open was two small holes poked where her nostrils were so she could breathe.
The blue rubber woman opened up the double doors of the bar and more of the previous crowd began to filter into the room. The whistle was blown to unlock Tiffany's body but it was not like it mattered. She was not going anywhere.
“STATION 2. THE PAIN STATION. PAIN AND TIT PLAY ONLY”
The red rubber woman announced from a megaphone.
A few men set a hard round ball at the end of the table and proceeded to set up their aim with the pool sticks. They were looking to take shots at Tiffany's pussy.
Tiffany groaned everytime the ball would shoot up the table and bounce back to them men off of her.
Other guys thought it would be fun to rub, pinch, and twist Tiffany's nipples through the vac bed until they became to sensitive and unbearable to touch….and then they just kept going. When they were done they swirled ice cubes around her nipples.
“Mmmmmphhh!” Tiffany could only moan as protest.
One man leaned over the table and began flicking Tiffany's pussy. Another was handed so sort of small electric wand he used to give little shocks to Tiffany’s pussy and tits. The man set it right where the front of her pussy. Tiffany squealed and tried to yell no. The man grinned. He made the long anticipation torture before finally giving a nasty shock. They guys all laughed when Tiffany yelped in pain. Finally the whistle was blown. While in her frozen state Tiffany felt the guys peeling her out of the vac bed. The two rubber woman carried her, one holding her arms and the other her legs. They went a few buildings down.
The new building seemed to be a single floor gym. Like one you would find in a school. In the center was a cube with holes on each end. Tiffany was placed in the cube. Her head popped out of the hole in the top. Her head seemed to be inside of a large empty fish bowl installed at the top of the cube. Her arms were stretched out and restrained sticking out of the 2 holes on the side. The rubber woman left the room.
“Where the fuck are Olivia and Faith! What did you do to them! Why are these people doing this to me!” Tiffany yelled. The odd thing is during the moment of quiet, Tiffany still realized she felt overwhelmingly horny. It was odd because she was infuriated and was not into anything he had been being subdued to at all. But she still felt desperate to orgasm.
Into the gym a happy go lucky middle aged man walked in. He looked like some sort of coach. Tube socks, a hat, old letter jacket ect. Very “Ted lasso” looking. He led the group of spectators into the large gym.
“Welcome to humiliation station Boys! I already told y’all what were going to be doing with our girl here so let’s just jump right in!”
The Coach blew the whistle around his neck and a good handful of the men started to close in on Tiffany.
The Coach and all the men began slipping off their sneakers. Next they peeled off their socks.
“Enjoy yourself my friend, this is what happens when you find yourself stuck in my cube” the Coach said, stuffing his long tube socks into the fish bowl with Tiffany's head.
“Ew Let me out now!” Tiffany yelled.
More and more socks were being dropped into the fish bowl from the other guys. Tube socks, athletic socks, dress socks, you name it. Soon the bowl was completely filled to the brim. Tiffany could only breathe in the various scents.
“No point trying to turn your head in any direction. You just have to take it” The coach said.
The front of the cube had a small door. One of the guys opened it and sqeezed him self in with the lower half of Tiffany's body. Another guy helped shut it. Tiffany could not see the man inside the box but could feel him maneuvering around to position himself behind her. The man in the box took off her chastity belt and slipped on a thong and then grabbed onto Tiffany's thong, twisted it around his fist and began to slowly pull it tight in the direction of the roof of the cube. Slowly.
Tiffany yelped as she began receiving his wedgie.
“Aggh stop I swear to fucking god!”
The other men laughed and also expressed curiosity as to what the man in the cube was doing to Tiffany to get this reaction.
A new man approached the cube. He stuck both of his fingers into his mouth and swirled them around. Next the man lowered his hands into the bowl. He had to push past many socks until he found Tiffany's ears. He jammed a finger into each one and began to swim them around. While this was going on the man in the cube was nearing pulling Tiffany's underwear all the way to the roof of the cube.
Tiffany angrily screamed. The man giving the wet willy took one hand and promptly stuffed a couple socks into Tiffany's mouth before going back to playing with her ears. The man in the cube finally tapped the underwear to the roof.
“Haha Yes! Got it!” He yelled, very proud of himself. He gave Tiffany's nipples both one big twist before squeezing his way out of the box.
The other man behind Tiffany backed off as well.
Coach blew his whistle freezing Tiffany again as he released Tiffany from his confinement cube. Tiffany was sat upright on the ground. Coach leaned down down fixed Tiffany's mouth wide open. He stuffed his fingers in Tiffany's mouth and pulled her tounge out as far as it would go. Tiffany felt very silly just being stuck in place sitting on the floor with her tounge out all doopy like. A chair was set right in front of her.
“Alright Nick, as the winner of our special drawing earlier you win the tounge bath of the day today. Step right on up sir!” Coach said.
A fit younge man stepped up. He was wearing tight running shoes, compression shorts, a tight workout shirt. He seemed to be a runner.
“Thanks Coach, don’t mind if I do!”
Nick sat in front of Tiffany. He had a mischievous smirk on his face.
“I don’t like wearing socks. Just thought I should let you know” Nick said with a wink.
He kicked his sneakers off and slowly engulfed Tiffany's face with his left foot starting heel and toes until it was firmly planted. He then slowly brought it down Tiffany's face until it was gliding down her tounge.
Tiffany wanted to barf. She hated feet! Nick used his other foot to rub Tiffany's chastity belt which had been fitted back on through her shorts. Tiffany was so disgusted yet once again confused at how much she felt herself wanting to be unlocked and to orgasm. How long had she been caged like this??? Coach finally told Nick his time was up. Nick slipped his shoes back on and walked back with the rest of the crowd.
Coach tilted her head upward.
The guys formed a line and one by one they slowly spit long slow streams of saliva onto her face and some into her mouth.
Finally a group of guys circled around her for a bukkake.
So many loads shot onto her face and into her mouth she couldn't count. Much to her anger the guys all high fived and fist bumped. Grrrr.
Coach brought in a couple towels and cleaned up her face.
Tiffany was surprised when Coach blew the whistle. She hopped up immediately.
“None of you freaks fucking come near me!”
Everyone just laughed and looked entertained.
“Tiffany! This way!” A voice from the other end of the gym said. Tiffany spun around and saw Olivia.
“Follow me!”
Tiffany ran to her and they exited the gym out of the double doors on the other end.
“Where is Faith?” Tiffany asked.
“She found a way out of this place. More survivors! We found a secret passage in one of the stores.”
After quite a bit of running Tiffany and Olivia found themselves in front of an abandoned supermarket.
“Their are a few more people I found that I promised I would come back for. Go in and go all the way to the back. You’ll see a door. When you do in you’ll be reunited with Faith and the others. I’ll be back!” Olivia said before parting ways with Tiffany.
Tiffany walked inside. It was a normal supermarket…just eerily empty. She slowly made her way through the back of the store and saw the 2 double doors. She pushed both open.
“Huh…?” Tiffany looked around. A completely empty room other than a few large wooden crates. The only peculiar part of the room was the entire wall on the opposite end seemed to be a curtain. Like one at a Broadway stage show.
Slowly she kept walking forward.
“H..hello? Is anybody here??? Faith?!”
“Ahhh!” Tiffany screamed as all 3 crates flew open.
The executioner, the red rubber man, and the Coach all popped out of them.
Tiffany went to run through the doors she came in but the blue rubber man emerged.
Tiffany slowly backed up as then men slowly kept creeping towards her.
“Stop! Get back! I swear I will hurt you guys if you touch me!”
The men were only inches from Tiffany before a frightened Tiffany fell backthrough the curtain on the other end of the room.
Clapping. Lots and lots or loud clapping. Bright stage lights were fixed on her. Tiffany sat on the ground of the stage she found herself on. She was facing an auditorium full of 50 or more people. All clapping and whistling like the just witnessed a great show.
She was like a deer in headlights. She had never been so confused. The curtain behind her raised and her four attackers all walked out hand in hand. They raised their hands in the air together as the cheers got louder before letting them down and giving a bow for the audience. A man walked onto the stage from the side with a headset microphone on.He seemed to be middle aged. Bright white smile. Slick dark hair. Very handsome. “Let’s give it up one more time for our performers! Owen the executioner!”
The executioner took off his mask. He was an older bear type. He looked very friendly and approachable which surprised Tiffany. The others hugged and patted him on the back.
“Our rubber woman Faith and Olivia”
The rubber woman removed their masks. Tiffany was in shock and felt very betrayed. They hugged each other as their peers cheered them on. “And lastly Brian! Or as you all knew him…Coach!”
Lots of cheering and whistles from the audience. He high fived all of his on stage partners/actors.
Tiffany was so overwhelmed and confused she had no time to react. Faith and Olivia quickly on stage grabbed her from behind and held her in place.
A very built man with the words “Security” written on the back and front of his shirt brought out a metal restraint chair. It was just like the one Tiffany had woken up in earlier in the day. The guys and girls secured her to the chair and all exited the stage except for the man with speaking on the mic.
“And now for the final event of the day! But first let’s give our poor friend Tiffany a refresher here on what has been going on.”
He wheeled out a large tv. Tiffany couldn’t help but notice a key around the man’s neck. Could that be the key to her chastity belt? She thought.
The man dimmed the lights and played the video he had on screen.
The video shows several men escaping from a burning building that is falling apart. Another scene shows many men in distress some are getting help from medics and being treated for injuries and burns. It cuts to a mugshot on screen of Tiffany, smirking slyly and coldly at the camera. A voice over begins. “Tiffany Payne arrested and convicted for the arson, destructions of property, and the attempted murder of many innocent civilians at the ‘White bear’ Gentlemens fetish club. Tiffany was captured after being shown on surveillance camera torching the building with many still inside. During her trial she begged the judge for any other sentence other than prison. “We’ve linked you to man other arson incedents and robberies. You’re a serial arsonist and a danger to society. You also made a choice to torch a club specifically which you admitted was a targeted choice during the trial. The men in these clubs were mainly your slaves. Many findom slaves. You had their banking info and your plan was to rob them all once they were passed. Luckily they were not killed but many or them harmed and the owners or the building lost everything. ” The judge said. The judge had a very surprising offer….
Tiffany would become the first attraction at the new “Justice Park”. A creative and alternative format of sentencing to prison. At the justice park, spectators can pay to watch or participate in serving justice upon criminals deemed lucky…or unlucky enough to be selected. The justice will come in the form of many different kinks which will be facilitated by actors/experts in said kinks. Tiffany not only agreed, but PLEADED to be accepted into this program. The justice park will tailor make a punishment that they find fitting.” The next portion of the video showed Tiffany being sat down in the room she woke up in. She was in the same metal chair she was bolted to right now. A middle aged man came in. He wore a badge around his neck indicating he worked at the park. His gray shirt had a large black swirl on it. He was very enthusiastic as he spoke. “Hello Tiffany! My name is Mr.Mind. I’m a trained hypnotist for 20 years now. So I understand you chose to sign up for this program as part of a court order…well no worries I’m not here to judge. Just want to make sure everything runs smoothly for me, you, and everyone else involved.” He said with a gentle smile, putting his hand on Tiffany's knee as if to comfort her.
“Have you ever been hypnotized before Tiffany?” “N…no sir..” “OK that’s fine. Don’t worry I will guide you through it. I want you to relax and completely focus on my voice and only my voice. When I tap your forehead everything I say you will follow. Anything I tell you to feel you will feel.” Tiffany already found herself feeling very sleepy as she sat with her eyes shut. Mr.Mind gave her forehead a tap. Tiffany suddenly got lost in his voice. “Now I understand When you are here in the grounds of the park you will feel turned on by the site of any guys you see, you will feel turned on by their touch, no matter how much it angers or disgusts you, your pussy will still find itself becoming very aroused..Very aroused even if the rest of you hates it. The next trigger I’m going to instill in you is a freeze command.” Tiffany heard Mr.Mind blow a whistle. “When you hear this whistle blow you will find yourself completely frozen in place like a statue. You will still be able to see, hear, taste, and feel but you won’t be able to move, make noise, or speak in anyway. You will be stiff and ridged. The only thing that can bring you out of this frozen state is hearing the whistle again. It can freeze and unfreeze you. To my understanding they have set up a series of stations for you. One run by a different actor. A tickling & spanking station, a pain and tt station, a humiliation station, and an edging-orgasm control station. At the end of each day you will be meeting back in this room with me and I will be wiping your mind. When I snap my fingers you will forget everything that happened each day. You will know something happened and you will feel all of the affects but you will not know exactly what until the end of each day where it is all explained to you all over again. With each passing day you will also only become more and more horny. We will be keeping you locked in a chastity belt. The last station of each day is the edging one where you will be unlocked and edged to the brink…but you will not cum and you will be relocked by the end. So Tiffany….were going to start our first day.”
Mr.Mind walked to the door of the room. He gave a snap of his fingers before the door closed completely.
Tiffany noticed on the screen the date of the tape recording was 10/1. She was horrified. What on earth did she agree to. Everyday facing the worst tickling, spanking, nipple torment, feet…being edged to the brink everyday only to end up locked. And then it all resets…with her only getting more worn out, horny and frustrated.
The tape was shut off and the TV wheeled out.
The man with the headset turned and smiled triumphantly at Tiffany.
“Now for the final station of the day which is mine. The edging station! As those of you who are regulars know…I have been keeping our friend Tiffany on edge everyday this whole month for what I like to call “Locktober”” he said with a wink.
“Being that it is the final day, we arranged today to end in a special way. We are finally gonna let Tiffany orgasm! But don’t worry…this won’t really be for her enjoyment, and you’ll see what I mean soon…”
The man pulled up a small stool and set it between Tiffany's legs and He took the key from around his neck and unlocked Tiffany's chastity belt. Tiffany saw his name tag just read “Mr.Hands”.
Tiffany's pussy was very wet.
“Incredible..” said Mr.Hands.
Tiffany noticed that his pussy was being projected onto a big screen above them so the audience had a close up.
Mr.Hands began a slow rub of her privates.
“Close…close…” Tiffany said.
“We have to be extra careful…we have a whole month’s worth of orgasm in here” said Mr.Hand.
His hands were so soft and slick.
He began to focus on the clit.
Tiffany began to squirm in her seat. Her clit was far to sensitive.
He continued to edge her with his fingers as well as pulling out a magic wand vibrator.
“Please let me orgasm please. I want this to be over so bad! I can’t go another day without. I can feel it! It’s physically impossible!”
Tiffany heard the audience chuckling as she started to form actual tears in her eyes.
“No can do ma'am” Mr.Hands replied with a cocky smirk.
The edging proceeded. You could tell just how well Mr.Hands had gotten to know Tiffany over the month. Sometimes he knew right when to stop before Tiffany had even opened her mouth to beg to orgasm.
The edging went on for exactly an hour. Tiffany went from more normally desperate to basically speaking gibberish.
“OK Tiffany. You are free to orgasm whenever you would like. Those of you in the audience who bought the all access tickets please form a line at the side of the stage” Mr.Hands said calmly.
Tiffany was confused. Why would a couple dozen audience members be lining up? She saw as they got out of their seats grinning and rubbing their hands together. They looked so excited.
Mr.Hands started very slow and proceeded to pick up the pace while rubbing and fingering her. He used his other hands to vibrate with the wand.
"AHHHH FUCK!" Tiffany screamed.
Tiffany practically passed out briefly. She erupted into an almost violent orgasm. She squirted all over Mr.Hand. It looked like he had been sprayed a few times by a hose. Tiffany's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her legs shook. It was like she was having an out of body experience or an exorcism. The orgasm just kept going and Mr.Hands just kept rubbing and fingering.
“Absolutely fucking incredible. Just amazing. All of my hard work had definetly payed off. This was very much worth the wait” Mr.Hands said as he continued to rub and vibrate.
The audience erupted into cheering. A standing ovation.
Then….Tiffany's heart sank.
Mr.Hands pulled out a whistle from his pocket and gave it a blow.
Tiffany found herself frozen.
“Even if you weren’t bound right now you couldn’t stop what is about to happen to you right now.” He said. “All right boys, remember, 1 minuet each.”
The first guy in line sped walk over. He didn’t want to waste any of his time. He lubed his hands and began rubbing and fingering Tiffany's sensitive pussy. If Tiffany could have screamed she would have probably destroyed their eardrums or shattered her vocal cords.
“I know you are just going nuts in there aren’t you? I bet you wanna hurt me so bad?” The man said with a devilish smirk and he stared Tiffany right in the eyes, continuing to rub.
The post orgasm torment was to much.
The man moved on and another man very quickly picked up where he left off. They didn’t even want her to have a few seconds of a break. The man slowly and repeatedly glided his finger over her clit.
“This was so fucking worth it. I am so glad I came” He said.
He moved on and another man stepped in and took his place. This man used the vibrator and even managed to make her squirt again, though a smaller amount.
Tiffany felt like she was gonna pass out but her body wouldn’t let her. Not being able to even squirm intensified the experience because it was all her body could focus on.
Tiffany began to slightly pass because the sensitivity had became to much for her….yet the guys just kept going. He chuckled as he rubbed through little sprays of pee.
Tiffany's stomach turned as he saw their were over 20 people eagerly waiting in line.
She looked so still and cal. During the post orgasm torment, but her eyes.....her eyes bugged out the entire time, darting back and forth. Watering.
Eventually it was all over. Tiffany sat very still in her chair. Tears had streamed down her face but otherwise she looked completely peaceful. You wouldn’t think internally her nerves were shot and she had just experienced the overwhelming sensations she had.
Four men who all had “Security” on their shirts lifted her chair and began to walk her back to the house she had woken up in.
Mr.Mind walked in with a freshly cleaed chastity belt and locked her up. The security exited the room so Mr.Mind could begin his mind wipe induction for the next day.
One of the security walked to the calender and used a black marker in his pocket to X out the October 31st date. He flipped the calender to the next month.
“So what is next for her?” One of the other security asked.
“Well this was locktober. Next ‘no orgasm November’ then ‘denial December’ ect. You get the idea right?”
The 2 guards chuckled.
“Damn…I think I might feel just slightly sorry for her.”
“Nahh..getting off way easy for what she did…wayyyy easy. Let’s be real.”
“Well tomorrow is a whole new day for her, and that whole new day will be everyday hahaha. Great work today guys. Let’s close up the park. With the popularity that has come from this one inmate…err..attraction, the Justice Park will be able to grow with many more criminals for people to come see.”
With that, Locktober was over for Tiffany. But her new reality in the justice park was just beginning.
How long will she be there? Will she be able to handle all of these torments each day? Was this all a nightmare?
The parks could care less how she felt about it. She agreed to it. All they want to know now is…
Who will be buying tickets to the justice park?
Author note: Hope you all enjoy! This story was inspired by a ‘Black Mirror’ episode called “White Bear”. I put a kinky twist on it though 😉. If you read please leave a comment and let me know what you thought! It will make my day.
Tiffany woke up with a sudden gasp.
A slim, blonde, young woman. Just 26.
She felt very fuzzy in the head…almost hungover. Her body felt exaughsted and her limbs were sore. She went to stand up but found herself fully secured to a metal chair was steel wrist restraints on her wrists and ankles. The only clothing on her body was a sports bar. She felt some discomfort in her private area and looking down realized she had a chastity belt locked o to her. Tiffany was starting to realize she not only didn’t know where she was…she could not remember literally anything. One strange thing that stuck out to her was how ridiculously horny she felt. It was something that hit her immediately and felt distracting and frustrating.
The steel restraints on her wrists and ankles suddenly sprung unlocked, freeing Tiffany from the chair. As she stood up she tried to keep her balance. She looked around. The only things in this room were the chair and a flat screen tv sitting on a stand in front of it. Their was no windows. Tiffany turned around and saw the door. She exited the room and found that she seemed to be upstairs in a completely normal looking looking house.
As she went downstairs she saw several interesting pictures framed on the walls. She was pictured with several different men. The men were all seen posing in what looked like fetish gear. Men decked out in bdsm/leather gear posing with her, slave men on all fours while wearning a collar pictured licking the heel or her high heels , lots of fit men being restrained by her and whipped, spanked, straddled by her, her planing her smooth looking foot in a subs face while she relaxed, her spitting in an open slaves mouth, and her straddling a tied man and tickling him. A lot of these pictures seemed to be in some sort of club. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Tiffany appeared to be a popular dominatrix of some sort.
The next interesting thing Tiffany noticed was a calender on the kitchen fridge. It appeared to be October and every day of the week from the 1st to the 30th had an X through it. So it is the 31st? Tiffany thought.
Tiffany heard what sounded like faint chatter and pulled the curtain over above the kitchen sink.
“Ahhhh!!!” Tiffany screamed, jumping back startled.
A group of guys were visible right outside of the window peering in and smiling excitingly at him. They looked amused at her confusion and fear. “What the fuck is going on?! What are you guys looking at?!” Tiffany yelled at them. She got no response only continued amusement and laughter.
Tiffany saw the door to exit the house and stormed out. Her jaw dropped upon stepping out into the daylight. She appeared to be in a very small perfect looking little village. Perfect grass, sidewalks, and roads. Everything seemed so….artifical looking about it to her. The scariest part though, all around Tiffany were even more men. Some standing with their hands in their pockets watching intently, some grinning and filming or taking pictures on their phones, others joking and around in groups and yelling things at him. She was to overwhelmed to even focus on what they were saying. Their were dozens upon dozens of them.
“What the fuck do you guys want!??? Answer me freaks!!”
Her anger only seemed to make them happier. Tiffany continued yelling until she was red in the face. Tiffany set her sights on one man and proceeded to charge in his direction with her fists balled up. She was ready to fight much to the mans amusement. Suddenly she heard a whistle sound. She felt her entire body stiffen up.
She was completely locked into her own body. A living statue. She saw a very large beefy man dressed like a medieval executioner approaching her. He had the hood and all so Tiffany could not see who he was. Tiffany was terrified. Her heart raced not knowing what to expect.
The man lifted Tiffany like it was nothing and carried her over to what looked like a stockade set up in the middle of the town. One was just a normal stockade with a hole for the head and two for your hands. The other was one that seemed to be just for securing your ankles that had a seat with a backing attached to secure the arms about your head. The “executioner” secured Tiffany to the first stockade. The executioner pulled out a whistle and blew on it. Tiffany could finally move again. The only issue being that she was now locked in the stock. The executioner pulled out a large black paddle. He walked over to the back of Tiffany and undid her chastity belt so her perfect, smooth, bare ass was revealed.
SMACK
Tiffany let out a loud yelp as the man cracked the paddle on her bare ass very hard.
He walked back in front of Tiffany and pulled out a role of tape. He sealed Tiffany's mouth shut and then grabbed a megaphone to address the crowd. His voice was deep, serious, and booming. Just as intimidating and scary as he looked.
“OKAY IT IS TIME FOR YOU ALL TO HAVE SOME FUN HERE AT STATION 1. REMEMNBER SPANKING ONLY.”
The crowd of men began to circle in tighter. One man raced to scoop up the paddle the executioner used before another could.
“Don’t mind if I give this a try!” He said excitingly.
Smack after smack Tiffany yelped as the man kept swinging the paddle at her ass.
All of the men cheered.
“OK ok stop hogging!” Another man protested.
The man doing the spaking passed on the paddle to another. This went on for what felt like a half hour. A few men stepped up preferring to use their bare hands. The worst was when a man pulled a pinwheel put of his pocket and ran it all along Tiffany's very raw butt cheeks. Finally the executioner ordered everyone step away. He pulled out his whistle and gave a blow. Once again Tiffany was frozen in place. Could not speak, move, let alone groan or make any type of noise at all. While frozen Tiffany was fitted back into her chastity belt and moved to the next stockade. Her bare soles sticking out of the holes her ankles were locked. Her arms secured above her head. The whistle was blown and Tiffany was unfrozen.
The megaphone was picked up again.
“PART 2 OF STATION 1. TICKLING ONLY.”
A display of feathers and brushes was set next to Tiffany.
The men one again circled in.
Some men sat in the grass and used the brushes to aggressively scrub Tiffany's soles with them. Tiffany could only laugh her muffled laugh and try to scream for mercy through her gag any moment she was lucky to catch her breathe. Her pits were very bad. One man on each side of her dug in hard.
“Mmmmm! Hahhmmmmmm!” Tiffany protested through her sealed mouth.
“Sorry mam, we can’t quite understand you” one of the men said, earning some laughs.
One man was dedicated to being as subtly irritating as possible. He used a feather and just lightly trailed in around Tiffany's ear, nose, neck ect. Tiffany honestly wanted to break out and hit him…and then all the rest. Sweat was beginning to pour off of Tiffany. It was getting harder and harder to breathe with how hard she was laughing and how hard it was to only take in air through her nose at the same time. The worst was the man drilling his finger into her tiny innie belly button making her scream through the tape. She started to actually panic that she might lose consciousness soon.
Thankfully a half hour had gone bye and all of the men were finally stopped and backed away. The executioner unlocked the stocks. He didn’t even freeze Tiffany in place. Her eyes began to dart around for an exit. Tiffany couldnt believe he could be so unaware. This could be her chance.
The executioner meanwhile wasn’t even paying attention to her, he was packing up all of the tools he had used.
“Hey! Follow us! We’re here to help!”
Tiffany turned to see 2 younger girls standing a bit separate from the other clusters of men all around. Both around her age, 25 or 26. Tiffany ran with them.
The crowd slowly walked in their direction but didn’t chase. They kept their distance quite a bit actually. The 2 girls led Tiffany into one of the buildings in this “town”. Inside it looked like an empty bar.
“Who are you guys? What is going on?” Tiffany asked.
“I’m Faith, this is my friend Olivia”.
Faith was very pretty and innocent looking. Long straight brown hair, freckles, and a preppy look to her. She seemed very kind and trustworthy. Olivia had more of an edge.. Long Dark black hair, Glasses, tattoos, red lipstick, Tight clothes. She kinda had a domme look that Tiffany would relate to. They seemed very kind and approachable. Tiffany felt comfortable with them.
“We have no idea what is happening either. It seems like all of these people are brainwashed. We have been looking for other people who don’t seem under control. We’re lucky we stumbled upon you.” Olivia said.
“We need to get you something to eat from out stash” Faith chimed in.
Faith brought out a bunch of warm food. Chicken, steamed veggies, a protein shake, apple, water bottle.
“Gotta keep your energy up”
“Thank you” Tiffany said as she dug in.
Tiffany looked around as she ate. She noticed some pictures on the walls of the bar that made her raise an eyebrow. It looked like the remains of a burnt down building. Other pictures had ambulances and people being treated for injuries and carried out on stretchers. This all felt very familiar to her…like it was all at the tip of her tounge but she just could not get it.
Faith approached, “were going to go search for more food and possibly check other areas for more people, are you okay staying here?”
“Uhmm..sure. yeah I guess.” Tiffany said.
Tiffany sat in silence for what felt like an hour before she heard that dreadful noise again. The whistle noise. She felt her body lock up. Two woman rushed in. They were covered head to toe in skin tight red and blue rubber suits. They lifted Tiffany over to what looked like a pool table that had some sort of vac bed fitted onto it. Tiffany's cage was pulled off and she was layed inside the vac bed on the pool table. Her legs specifically stretched to each side so a V shape was formed. She heard one of the rubber men turn on a vacuum sounding machine and soon the vac bed began to encase her completely. It was so tight that it might as well of replaced her skin. The only part open was two small holes poked where her nostrils were so she could breathe.
The blue rubber woman opened up the double doors of the bar and more of the previous crowd began to filter into the room. The whistle was blown to unlock Tiffany's body but it was not like it mattered. She was not going anywhere.
“STATION 2. THE PAIN STATION. PAIN AND TIT PLAY ONLY”
The red rubber woman announced from a megaphone.
A few men set a hard round ball at the end of the table and proceeded to set up their aim with the pool sticks. They were looking to take shots at Tiffany's pussy.
Tiffany groaned everytime the ball would shoot up the table and bounce back to them men off of her.
Other guys thought it would be fun to rub, pinch, and twist Tiffany's nipples through the vac bed until they became to sensitive and unbearable to touch….and then they just kept going. When they were done they swirled ice cubes around her nipples.
“Mmmmmphhh!” Tiffany could only moan as protest.
One man leaned over the table and began flicking Tiffany's pussy. Another was handed so sort of small electric wand he used to give little shocks to Tiffany’s pussy and tits. The man set it right where the front of her pussy. Tiffany squealed and tried to yell no. The man grinned. He made the long anticipation torture before finally giving a nasty shock. They guys all laughed when Tiffany yelped in pain. Finally the whistle was blown. While in her frozen state Tiffany felt the guys peeling her out of the vac bed. The two rubber woman carried her, one holding her arms and the other her legs. They went a few buildings down.
The new building seemed to be a single floor gym. Like one you would find in a school. In the center was a cube with holes on each end. Tiffany was placed in the cube. Her head popped out of the hole in the top. Her head seemed to be inside of a large empty fish bowl installed at the top of the cube. Her arms were stretched out and restrained sticking out of the 2 holes on the side. The rubber woman left the room.
“Where the fuck are Olivia and Faith! What did you do to them! Why are these people doing this to me!” Tiffany yelled. The odd thing is during the moment of quiet, Tiffany still realized she felt overwhelmingly horny. It was odd because she was infuriated and was not into anything he had been being subdued to at all. But she still felt desperate to orgasm.
Into the gym a happy go lucky middle aged man walked in. He looked like some sort of coach. Tube socks, a hat, old letter jacket ect. Very “Ted lasso” looking. He led the group of spectators into the large gym.
“Welcome to humiliation station Boys! I already told y’all what were going to be doing with our girl here so let’s just jump right in!”
The Coach blew the whistle around his neck and a good handful of the men started to close in on Tiffany.
The Coach and all the men began slipping off their sneakers. Next they peeled off their socks.
“Enjoy yourself my friend, this is what happens when you find yourself stuck in my cube” the Coach said, stuffing his long tube socks into the fish bowl with Tiffany's head.
“Ew Let me out now!” Tiffany yelled.
More and more socks were being dropped into the fish bowl from the other guys. Tube socks, athletic socks, dress socks, you name it. Soon the bowl was completely filled to the brim. Tiffany could only breathe in the various scents.
“No point trying to turn your head in any direction. You just have to take it” The coach said.
The front of the cube had a small door. One of the guys opened it and sqeezed him self in with the lower half of Tiffany's body. Another guy helped shut it. Tiffany could not see the man inside the box but could feel him maneuvering around to position himself behind her. The man in the box took off her chastity belt and slipped on a thong and then grabbed onto Tiffany's thong, twisted it around his fist and began to slowly pull it tight in the direction of the roof of the cube. Slowly.
Tiffany yelped as she began receiving his wedgie.
“Aggh stop I swear to fucking god!”
The other men laughed and also expressed curiosity as to what the man in the cube was doing to Tiffany to get this reaction.
A new man approached the cube. He stuck both of his fingers into his mouth and swirled them around. Next the man lowered his hands into the bowl. He had to push past many socks until he found Tiffany's ears. He jammed a finger into each one and began to swim them around. While this was going on the man in the cube was nearing pulling Tiffany's underwear all the way to the roof of the cube.
Tiffany angrily screamed. The man giving the wet willy took one hand and promptly stuffed a couple socks into Tiffany's mouth before going back to playing with her ears. The man in the cube finally tapped the underwear to the roof.
“Haha Yes! Got it!” He yelled, very proud of himself. He gave Tiffany's nipples both one big twist before squeezing his way out of the box.
The other man behind Tiffany backed off as well.
Coach blew his whistle freezing Tiffany again as he released Tiffany from his confinement cube. Tiffany was sat upright on the ground. Coach leaned down down fixed Tiffany's mouth wide open. He stuffed his fingers in Tiffany's mouth and pulled her tounge out as far as it would go. Tiffany felt very silly just being stuck in place sitting on the floor with her tounge out all doopy like. A chair was set right in front of her.
“Alright Nick, as the winner of our special drawing earlier you win the tounge bath of the day today. Step right on up sir!” Coach said.
A fit younge man stepped up. He was wearing tight running shoes, compression shorts, a tight workout shirt. He seemed to be a runner.
“Thanks Coach, don’t mind if I do!”
Nick sat in front of Tiffany. He had a mischievous smirk on his face.
“I don’t like wearing socks. Just thought I should let you know” Nick said with a wink.
He kicked his sneakers off and slowly engulfed Tiffany's face with his left foot starting heel and toes until it was firmly planted. He then slowly brought it down Tiffany's face until it was gliding down her tounge.
Tiffany wanted to barf. She hated feet! Nick used his other foot to rub Tiffany's chastity belt which had been fitted back on through her shorts. Tiffany was so disgusted yet once again confused at how much she felt herself wanting to be unlocked and to orgasm. How long had she been caged like this??? Coach finally told Nick his time was up. Nick slipped his shoes back on and walked back with the rest of the crowd.
Coach tilted her head upward.
The guys formed a line and one by one they slowly spit long slow streams of saliva onto her face and some into her mouth.
Finally a group of guys circled around her for a bukkake.
So many loads shot onto her face and into her mouth she couldn't count. Much to her anger the guys all high fived and fist bumped. Grrrr.
Coach brought in a couple towels and cleaned up her face.
Tiffany was surprised when Coach blew the whistle. She hopped up immediately.
“None of you freaks fucking come near me!”
Everyone just laughed and looked entertained.
“Tiffany! This way!” A voice from the other end of the gym said. Tiffany spun around and saw Olivia.
“Follow me!”
Tiffany ran to her and they exited the gym out of the double doors on the other end.
“Where is Faith?” Tiffany asked.
“She found a way out of this place. More survivors! We found a secret passage in one of the stores.”
After quite a bit of running Tiffany and Olivia found themselves in front of an abandoned supermarket.
“Their are a few more people I found that I promised I would come back for. Go in and go all the way to the back. You’ll see a door. When you do in you’ll be reunited with Faith and the others. I’ll be back!” Olivia said before parting ways with Tiffany.
Tiffany walked inside. It was a normal supermarket…just eerily empty. She slowly made her way through the back of the store and saw the 2 double doors. She pushed both open.
“Huh…?” Tiffany looked around. A completely empty room other than a few large wooden crates. The only peculiar part of the room was the entire wall on the opposite end seemed to be a curtain. Like one at a Broadway stage show.
Slowly she kept walking forward.
“H..hello? Is anybody here??? Faith?!”
“Ahhh!” Tiffany screamed as all 3 crates flew open.
The executioner, the red rubber man, and the Coach all popped out of them.
Tiffany went to run through the doors she came in but the blue rubber man emerged.
Tiffany slowly backed up as then men slowly kept creeping towards her.
“Stop! Get back! I swear I will hurt you guys if you touch me!”
The men were only inches from Tiffany before a frightened Tiffany fell backthrough the curtain on the other end of the room.
Clapping. Lots and lots or loud clapping. Bright stage lights were fixed on her. Tiffany sat on the ground of the stage she found herself on. She was facing an auditorium full of 50 or more people. All clapping and whistling like the just witnessed a great show.
She was like a deer in headlights. She had never been so confused. The curtain behind her raised and her four attackers all walked out hand in hand. They raised their hands in the air together as the cheers got louder before letting them down and giving a bow for the audience. A man walked onto the stage from the side with a headset microphone on.He seemed to be middle aged. Bright white smile. Slick dark hair. Very handsome. “Let’s give it up one more time for our performers! Owen the executioner!”
The executioner took off his mask. He was an older bear type. He looked very friendly and approachable which surprised Tiffany. The others hugged and patted him on the back.
“Our rubber woman Faith and Olivia”
The rubber woman removed their masks. Tiffany was in shock and felt very betrayed. They hugged each other as their peers cheered them on. “And lastly Brian! Or as you all knew him…Coach!”
Lots of cheering and whistles from the audience. He high fived all of his on stage partners/actors.
Tiffany was so overwhelmed and confused she had no time to react. Faith and Olivia quickly on stage grabbed her from behind and held her in place.
A very built man with the words “Security” written on the back and front of his shirt brought out a metal restraint chair. It was just like the one Tiffany had woken up in earlier in the day. The guys and girls secured her to the chair and all exited the stage except for the man with speaking on the mic.
“And now for the final event of the day! But first let’s give our poor friend Tiffany a refresher here on what has been going on.”
He wheeled out a large tv. Tiffany couldn’t help but notice a key around the man’s neck. Could that be the key to her chastity belt? She thought.
The man dimmed the lights and played the video he had on screen.
The video shows several men escaping from a burning building that is falling apart. Another scene shows many men in distress some are getting help from medics and being treated for injuries and burns. It cuts to a mugshot on screen of Tiffany, smirking slyly and coldly at the camera. A voice over begins. “Tiffany Payne arrested and convicted for the arson, destructions of property, and the attempted murder of many innocent civilians at the ‘White bear’ Gentlemens fetish club. Tiffany was captured after being shown on surveillance camera torching the building with many still inside. During her trial she begged the judge for any other sentence other than prison. “We’ve linked you to man other arson incedents and robberies. You’re a serial arsonist and a danger to society. You also made a choice to torch a club specifically which you admitted was a targeted choice during the trial. The men in these clubs were mainly your slaves. Many findom slaves. You had their banking info and your plan was to rob them all once they were passed. Luckily they were not killed but many or them harmed and the owners or the building lost everything. ” The judge said. The judge had a very surprising offer….
Tiffany would become the first attraction at the new “Justice Park”. A creative and alternative format of sentencing to prison. At the justice park, spectators can pay to watch or participate in serving justice upon criminals deemed lucky…or unlucky enough to be selected. The justice will come in the form of many different kinks which will be facilitated by actors/experts in said kinks. Tiffany not only agreed, but PLEADED to be accepted into this program. The justice park will tailor make a punishment that they find fitting.” The next portion of the video showed Tiffany being sat down in the room she woke up in. She was in the same metal chair she was bolted to right now. A middle aged man came in. He wore a badge around his neck indicating he worked at the park. His gray shirt had a large black swirl on it. He was very enthusiastic as he spoke. “Hello Tiffany! My name is Mr.Mind. I’m a trained hypnotist for 20 years now. So I understand you chose to sign up for this program as part of a court order…well no worries I’m not here to judge. Just want to make sure everything runs smoothly for me, you, and everyone else involved.” He said with a gentle smile, putting his hand on Tiffany's knee as if to comfort her.
“Have you ever been hypnotized before Tiffany?” “N…no sir..” “OK that’s fine. Don’t worry I will guide you through it. I want you to relax and completely focus on my voice and only my voice. When I tap your forehead everything I say you will follow. Anything I tell you to feel you will feel.” Tiffany already found herself feeling very sleepy as she sat with her eyes shut. Mr.Mind gave her forehead a tap. Tiffany suddenly got lost in his voice. “Now I understand When you are here in the grounds of the park you will feel turned on by the site of any guys you see, you will feel turned on by their touch, no matter how much it angers or disgusts you, your pussy will still find itself becoming very aroused..Very aroused even if the rest of you hates it. The next trigger I’m going to instill in you is a freeze command.” Tiffany heard Mr.Mind blow a whistle. “When you hear this whistle blow you will find yourself completely frozen in place like a statue. You will still be able to see, hear, taste, and feel but you won’t be able to move, make noise, or speak in anyway. You will be stiff and ridged. The only thing that can bring you out of this frozen state is hearing the whistle again. It can freeze and unfreeze you. To my understanding they have set up a series of stations for you. One run by a different actor. A tickling & spanking station, a pain and tt station, a humiliation station, and an edging-orgasm control station. At the end of each day you will be meeting back in this room with me and I will be wiping your mind. When I snap my fingers you will forget everything that happened each day. You will know something happened and you will feel all of the affects but you will not know exactly what until the end of each day where it is all explained to you all over again. With each passing day you will also only become more and more horny. We will be keeping you locked in a chastity belt. The last station of each day is the edging one where you will be unlocked and edged to the brink…but you will not cum and you will be relocked by the end. So Tiffany….were going to start our first day.”
Mr.Mind walked to the door of the room. He gave a snap of his fingers before the door closed completely.
Tiffany noticed on the screen the date of the tape recording was 10/1. She was horrified. What on earth did she agree to. Everyday facing the worst tickling, spanking, nipple torment, feet…being edged to the brink everyday only to end up locked. And then it all resets…with her only getting more worn out, horny and frustrated.
The tape was shut off and the TV wheeled out.
The man with the headset turned and smiled triumphantly at Tiffany.
“Now for the final station of the day which is mine. The edging station! As those of you who are regulars know…I have been keeping our friend Tiffany on edge everyday this whole month for what I like to call “Locktober”” he said with a wink.
“Being that it is the final day, we arranged today to end in a special way. We are finally gonna let Tiffany orgasm! But don’t worry…this won’t really be for her enjoyment, and you’ll see what I mean soon…”
The man pulled up a small stool and set it between Tiffany's legs and He took the key from around his neck and unlocked Tiffany's chastity belt. Tiffany saw his name tag just read “Mr.Hands”.
Tiffany's pussy was very wet.
“Incredible..” said Mr.Hands.
Tiffany noticed that his pussy was being projected onto a big screen above them so the audience had a close up.
Mr.Hands began a slow rub of her privates.
“Close…close…” Tiffany said.
“We have to be extra careful…we have a whole month’s worth of orgasm in here” said Mr.Hand.
His hands were so soft and slick.
He began to focus on the clit.
Tiffany began to squirm in her seat. Her clit was far to sensitive.
He continued to edge her with his fingers as well as pulling out a magic wand vibrator.
“Please let me orgasm please. I want this to be over so bad! I can’t go another day without. I can feel it! It’s physically impossible!”
Tiffany heard the audience chuckling as she started to form actual tears in her eyes.
“No can do ma'am” Mr.Hands replied with a cocky smirk.
The edging proceeded. You could tell just how well Mr.Hands had gotten to know Tiffany over the month. Sometimes he knew right when to stop before Tiffany had even opened her mouth to beg to orgasm.
The edging went on for exactly an hour. Tiffany went from more normally desperate to basically speaking gibberish.
“OK Tiffany. You are free to orgasm whenever you would like. Those of you in the audience who bought the all access tickets please form a line at the side of the stage” Mr.Hands said calmly.
Tiffany was confused. Why would a couple dozen audience members be lining up? She saw as they got out of their seats grinning and rubbing their hands together. They looked so excited.
Mr.Hands started very slow and proceeded to pick up the pace while rubbing and fingering her. He used his other hands to vibrate with the wand.
"AHHHH FUCK!" Tiffany screamed.
Tiffany practically passed out briefly. She erupted into an almost violent orgasm. She squirted all over Mr.Hand. It looked like he had been sprayed a few times by a hose. Tiffany's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her legs shook. It was like she was having an out of body experience or an exorcism. The orgasm just kept going and Mr.Hands just kept rubbing and fingering.
“Absolutely fucking incredible. Just amazing. All of my hard work had definetly payed off. This was very much worth the wait” Mr.Hands said as he continued to rub and vibrate.
The audience erupted into cheering. A standing ovation.
Then….Tiffany's heart sank.
Mr.Hands pulled out a whistle from his pocket and gave it a blow.
Tiffany found herself frozen.
“Even if you weren’t bound right now you couldn’t stop what is about to happen to you right now.” He said. “All right boys, remember, 1 minuet each.”
The first guy in line sped walk over. He didn’t want to waste any of his time. He lubed his hands and began rubbing and fingering Tiffany's sensitive pussy. If Tiffany could have screamed she would have probably destroyed their eardrums or shattered her vocal cords.
“I know you are just going nuts in there aren’t you? I bet you wanna hurt me so bad?” The man said with a devilish smirk and he stared Tiffany right in the eyes, continuing to rub.
The post orgasm torment was to much.
The man moved on and another man very quickly picked up where he left off. They didn’t even want her to have a few seconds of a break. The man slowly and repeatedly glided his finger over her clit.
“This was so fucking worth it. I am so glad I came” He said.
He moved on and another man stepped in and took his place. This man used the vibrator and even managed to make her squirt again, though a smaller amount.
Tiffany felt like she was gonna pass out but her body wouldn’t let her. Not being able to even squirm intensified the experience because it was all her body could focus on.
Tiffany began to slightly pass because the sensitivity had became to much for her….yet the guys just kept going. He chuckled as he rubbed through little sprays of pee.
Tiffany's stomach turned as he saw their were over 20 people eagerly waiting in line.
She looked so still and cal. During the post orgasm torment, but her eyes.....her eyes bugged out the entire time, darting back and forth. Watering.
Eventually it was all over. Tiffany sat very still in her chair. Tears had streamed down her face but otherwise she looked completely peaceful. You wouldn’t think internally her nerves were shot and she had just experienced the overwhelming sensations she had.
Four men who all had “Security” on their shirts lifted her chair and began to walk her back to the house she had woken up in.
Mr.Mind walked in with a freshly cleaed chastity belt and locked her up. The security exited the room so Mr.Mind could begin his mind wipe induction for the next day.
One of the security walked to the calender and used a black marker in his pocket to X out the October 31st date. He flipped the calender to the next month.
“So what is next for her?” One of the other security asked.
“Well this was locktober. Next ‘no orgasm November’ then ‘denial December’ ect. You get the idea right?”
The 2 guards chuckled.
“Damn…I think I might feel just slightly sorry for her.”
“Nahh..getting off way easy for what she did…wayyyy easy. Let’s be real.”
“Well tomorrow is a whole new day for her, and that whole new day will be everyday hahaha. Great work today guys. Let’s close up the park. With the popularity that has come from this one inmate…err..attraction, the Justice Park will be able to grow with many more criminals for people to come see.”
With that, Locktober was over for Tiffany. But her new reality in the justice park was just beginning.
How long will she be there? Will she be able to handle all of these torments each day? Was this all a nightmare?
The parks could care less how she felt about it. She agreed to it. All they want to know now is…
Who will be buying tickets to the justice park?
Author note: Hope you all enjoy! This story was inspired by a ‘Black Mirror’ episode called “White Bear”. I put a kinky twist on it though 😉. If you read please leave a comment and let me know what you thought! It will make my day.
