The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 by beanz65, literature
Literature
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 Part 9, David finds himself serving a woman other than Kathy. CW: Femdom, Maid Play, Humiliation, Brainwashing, and Feminization. A few days went by in a haze. I had been under Kathy's thumb for about a week, but it felt like a hellish eternity. I was constantly feeling my mind being twisted and changed. Kathy was starting to do what she called 'daily uploads' that resulted in more control and less freedom of thought and action. I was swaying my hips as I walked, avoiding eye contact unless directly ordered to do so, and my chores were becoming more tedious. Kathy was photographing and video recording me more and more doing chores, cooking, and worshipping her feet and butt. One Wednesday, she sat me down in front of her computer and showed me a commercial she was sending to potential clients of my 'All Service Maid' business. It showed me prancing around in my sissy maid costume, cleaning and even pleasuring Kathy orally. My stomach sank, knowing that anyone I served would have no doubt about what they were allowed to do to me. That Friday, I arrived at 8 to find Kathy standing by her car holding a pink duffel bag. "Get in" was my only instruction. I didn't know where we were going, but I feared the worst. As we drove, Kathy explained . "We have our first clients today. 2 different women have booked you for half a day each. And lucky you, you've already met both of them." My stomach sank. I hated the thought of serving the condescending blonde and the handsy redhead, but I dreaded the idea of being in the same room as the raven haired harpy. "Which… ones am I… serving?" Kathy looked at me with a satisfied grin. "Oh, I'm not saying. I would hate to ruin such a delicious surprise!" I sat there miserable, dreading the worst. I felt a wave of pain from my groin. Since I had been in chastity for over a week without release, my balls were becoming swollen and painful in the tight confines of the cage. This painful sting wasn't as bad as some, but they were becoming much more frequent. We eventually pulled up to a pleasant colonial style house. It was painted yellow and had a white picket fence. Kathy handed me the duffel bag with my sissy maid dress was carefully packed. She then handed me a blindfold. "Put this on, take my hand, and follow me inside." I immediately obeyed and was led into the house. I was able to remove my blindfold in an ornately decorated bathroom. Knowing what was coming next, I put on my fake breasts, corset, garter belt, bra and panties, stockings, dress, opera gloves, high heels and of course my collar with the long leash already attached. Kathy walked around me, putting a small lock on the back of my dress, the strap of each high heel and the collar. I hated this part because it was all pageantry. I couldn't disobey Kathy or remove these clothes without her permission, so this was all to show my temporary owner her control over me. But I put on the wig with the long pink pigtails, applied my make-up, and Kathy took hold of my leash. She led me out of the bathroom and into the home's living room. I was stunned by who I saw! The beautiful blonde who had been at Kathy's brunch sat on an armchair, one leg draped over the other. She wore a white sundress with yellow floral patterns and a stunning smile on her face. Per my programming, I entered the room and knelt in front of her with my eyes on the floor. The blonde giggled. "My my, Kathy. She looks quite different from the exotic creature you had serving us last week." Kathy laughed. "Yes, I thought this was more appropriate for a sissy slut. She's all yours." Kathy handed the woman the end of my leash. "And you're sure you are okay taking her to her next appointment?" The blonde nodded. "Of course. I'll get her there on time." Kathy thanked her and turned to me. "Well Daisy, get to work. You will serve Beth's every command, just like I've taught you. See you later." She turned around. "Kiss your goddess goodbye." I raised my head and planted a kiss on her butt, to my embarrassment. Kathy laughed and left. I was now alone with this person, whose name was apparently Beth. She looked down at me. "Well, you have cleaning to do. I put the appropriate cleaning supplies on the kitchen table. Clean my house then come back here." I nodded. "Yes, Miss Beth." I went to the kitchen and gathered the supplies. Beth had been very thorough. I took the carrier and my training kicked in. I thoroughly cleaned her whole house. It was smaller than Kathy's house so it only took me about 3 hours. When I was done, I returned to the living room where Beth was sitting, reading a book. I approached her and kneeled. She smiled, closed her book and leaned down to look at me. "Such a good little thing. Come here Daisy, and put your head in my lap." I crawled forward and obeyed. Beth giggled. "Let's get rid of this ridiculous thing." She removed my wig so my head was resting against her soft dress and I could feel her pillowy thighs supporting my head. She started stroking my hair gently. I felt on edge, waiting for the punchline where I am tortured in some way, but she seemed content to just be gentle. "I want to know some things. Answer me honestly. Understand?" I felt my mind open like a book, leaving me vulnerable to her questions. I nodded. "Yes Miss Beth." She giggled again as she continued to stroke my hair. "So obedient. Now, why are you serving Kathy so loyally? Is it blackmail?" I sighed. "It's not blackmail. I got caught watching porn that was… especially degrading to women. My mom made me go to Kathy for therapy, but she ended up hypnotizing and brainwashing me. Since then, she has made a web of brainwashing that has left me unable to do anything but obey her." Beth gasped then chuckled softly. "I see, so you were a naughty boy. Well, I hope you are learning your lesson. What sort of things is she making you do in your daily life?" I sighed again, hating that I would have to describe my torment out loud. "She makes me come to her house to assert more dominance and brainwash me further every day. She is also influencing my mother by making me tell her how helpful she is being. And she… has me locked in a chastity cage." Beth's hand stopped moving. "Really? When was your last relief?" I shuddered. "It was over a week ago." Beth was quiet for a bit. "Show me." I stood up, lifted my skirt and lowered my panties to show the small, concealing cage. My cock and balls were both swollen and straining against the cage. Beth looked shocked, then to my surprise, she looked concerned. "Oh my gosh! Does it…hurt?" I nodded my head. "Yes Miss Beth." She shook her head. "You poor, sweet thing. Let's take care of that for you. Undress." I felt something that I hadn't for some time, hope. Was she going to let me out? And… cum? I undressed, removing each piece of my humiliating uniform with Beth using a ring of keys to help me take off the locked items until it was folded neatly on the floor next to me and I was standing in front of her. She examined the cage more closely. "Wow, it really conceals everything. Now let me see here…" She held up a small key and put it in the cage's lock. "I'm going to take this off you, but you are not allowed to cum until I say so." With that, I was released from my chastity cage. I immediately felt relieved as my manhood was allowed to dangle freely. "You're lucky I paid for you. I love playing with cock and we are going to have a lot of fun! Let's start with some…" And to my shock, she got on her knees and wrapped her lips around my neglected dick. She started giving me head and I was instantly in heaven! She pushed me back onto the couch and I sat back as she gave me the best head of my life! The only frustrating thing was that I physically couldn't cum. I wasn't surprised, with the layers of programming wrapped around my brain, this was to be expected. After a while of sucking, licking and massaging my cock and balls, Beth smiled up at me. "Are you ready?" I nodded vigorously. "Yes Miss Beth! Please let me cum!" Beth laughed at my desperation. "Okay, when I say. 3, 2, 1, CUM!" As soon as she said that, two things happened at once. Her hand squeezed my cock and balls with a vicious strength and my balls emptied in the most disappointingly ruined orgasm ever. I shuddered and groaned in pain as the agony of my abused manhood overwhelmed any pleasure it could have brought. Beth cackled as she started to,use tissues to clean up the massive load on her hand and floor. "Awww, sorry sweetie, I couldn't resist. I know you've been through a lot, but ruining orgasms is the one little mean thing I really enjoy. Get redressed, it's time to go. And maybe next time I'll let you have a fun orgasm." As I put my embarrassing garb back on, locking everything back in place, Beth took my leash and led me into her garage. We got in and drove for about 10 minutes. Beth seemed to be stalling as I saw her drive around the same road 3 times. "I'm sorry I have to do this, but Kathy makes the rules. Just know, they won't all be this bad…" I shuddered to think what she might mean as we pulled into a driveway. The large house sat back from the street and was surrounded by trees. I got out of the car in relative seclusion and Beth held my leash as she led me to the front door. She rang the doorbell and a few moments later, I was face to face with my new temporary mistress, the raven haired bitch. She looked at me with sadistic glee. "Welcome to hell, bitch." To be continued…
FFF/M Punishment for the pervert (part 1) by maxwellcool1337, literature
Literature
FFF/M Punishment for the pervert (part 1)
As the sun set over the suburban neighborhood, Adam found himself perched atop a tall oak tree, wearing nothing but a skimpy blue speedo. His heart raced with excitement as he peered through the fence into the backyard of his teenage crush, Peyton. He watched in awe as she and her friends, Savannah and Bella, splashed around in the pool, their laughter echoing through the warm summer air. Adam couldn't help but admire how pretty they looked, their tanned skin glistening under the setting sun. He felt a surge of anticipation build within him, knowing that he was about to witness something he never thought possible. Just as he was about to climb down from the tree, Adam heard a rustling noise coming from behind him. Startled, he spun around to see Peyton, Savannah, and Bella standing there, glaring at him with anger etched on their faces. "What the hell are you doing here?" Peyton demanded, her voice filled with anger and betrayal. Adam felt a mixture of fear and embarrassment wash over him as he stammered an apology. But before he could say anything else, the girls sprang into action, grabbing him and pinning him against the tree. Savannah and Bella each took one of his arms, holding them tightly behind his back as they manhandled him. Adam struggled weakly against their grip, his face flushed with humiliation. "You creepy perv!" Bella hissed, her eyes blazing with anger. "You've been watching us this whole time!" As they dragged him towards the pool, Adam felt his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear Peyton's voice echoing in his head, "What the hell are you doing here?" The closer they got to the pool, the more nervous he became. He couldn't believe he was about to face his crush and her friends after being caught spying on them. When they finally reached the edge of the pool, Peyton let go of Adam and stepped back, her hands on her hips. Her expression was one of mixed anger and amusement. "Well, well, well," she drawled, "look what we have here. It's our little stalker." Adam felt a hot flush creep up his neck as he realized there was no way out of this situation. The other girls laughed, clearly enjoying the power they held over him. "Oh, this is too good!" Bella exclaimed, still holding onto one of his arms. "You're just asking for it, you perv!" Savannah chimed in, her grip on his other arm tightening. They leaned in closer, their bodies pressed against his as they surveyed the helpless, ticklish boy before them. Adam squirmed and writhed, trying desperately to break free from their grasp. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his brow. He knew he was in deep trouble, and there was nothing he could do to escape the situation. As the girls laughed and taunted him, Peyton stepped forward once again. This time, she walked up to Adam, who was still being held by the other two girls. She looked at his abs, and not being able to resist the urge, she poked his belly. A squeal of laughter escaped Adam's lips as he let out a shriek of ticklishness. His body jerked from the sensation, but the girls' grip held him in place. Savannah and Bella couldn't help but laugh at the sight of their little stalker struggling so helplessly against their grasp. They exchanged knowing glances, a mischievous smile spreading across their faces. Peyton began, "are you ticklish, perv?" She poked Adam's side, eliciting another loud squeal from him. "Oh, please!" Adam blurted out, his face still beet red. "I'm not ticklish!" He tried to sound convincing, but his body betrayed him as it jerked and squirmed under their touch. "See? Nothing!" Peyton arched an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Oh really?" She poked his side again, eliciting another squeal from him. "That doesn't look like nothing to me." Adam squirmed, trying to escape their grasp. "I-I mean, I'm not that ticklish!" he stammered. "Stop it!" Peyton smirked. "Oh really?" She gave his ribs a light poke, causing him to yelp in ticklishness. "That doesn't sound like someone who isn't ticklish to me." Savannah and Bella exchanged amused glances. "Well, I guess we'll just have to find out," Bella said with a sly grin. "Why don't you try tickling him and see what happens?" she suggested, nudging Peyton. Peyton smirked. "Alright, fine." She got down on her knees, ordering the other girls to keep their grip on him as tight as they could. Then, she started spidering her fingers on Adam's cute tummy. At first, he tried to brace himself, but soon enough, he was laughing uncontrollably. "Ahh! No! Stop!" he gasped, squirming and jerking under their grip. "I can't take it!" The other girls couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. Savannah and Bella leaned forward, their bodies pressed against his as they watched the ticklish boy squirm beneath Peyton's touch. "This is priceless!" Bella exclaimed, her laughter filling the air. "I can't believe you're so ticklish!" As Peyton continued to tickle Adam's belly, his laughter became more desperate. "I can't take it! Stop!" He begged, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to contain his laughter. But it was no use; the girls' grip held him firmly in place, and the tickling only intensified. Savannah and Bella couldn't help but laugh hysterically at the sight of their friend's vulnerability. They leaned in closer, their bodies shaking with mirth as they watched Adam squirm helplessly beneath Peyton's merciless fingers. "Oh my God, he's so ticklish!" Bella gasped between fits of laughter. "This is the best revenge ever!" Peyton, meanwhile, reveled in Adam's suffering. She continued to tickle his tummy, relishing the way he convulsed with laughter and begged for mercy. "You like that, huh?" she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement. "You like being tickled, perv?" Savannah and Bella could hardly contain their laughter as they watched their friend's antics. They exchanged glances, unable to believe how helpless Adam looked beneath Peyton's ticklish assault. "Oh my God, Peyton," Bella gasped between fits of laughter. "He's so ticklish! It's like he's our personal tickle toy!" As Peyton continued to tickle Adam's tummy, his laughter grew more desperate. "I can't take it! Please stop!" he begged, his voice muffled against the pool's surface as he struggled to breathe. His body squirmed wildly beneath their grip, but they held him firmly in place. Savannah and Bella were doubled over with laughter, unable to contain themselves. "Oh my God, Peyton," Bella gasped between fits of giggles. "He's so ticklish! I didn't know anyone could be this ticklish!" Peyton smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, it looks like we found out," she said with a sly grin, her fingers still spidering up and down Adam's tummy. The poor boy's laughter was becoming more desperate, his body jerking and squirming beneath their grip. "Ahh! No! Stop!" he gasped, tears streaming down his face from the effort of trying not to laugh. Savannah and Bella couldn't help but giggle at his plight. "Oh my God, this is too much!" Bella exclaimed, her breath coming in short gasps. They watched as Peyton continued to tickle Adam mercilessly, her fingers moving faster and faster across his exposed skin. "I didn't know anyone could be this ticklish!" she marveled. Peyton smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well, it seems like we found out," she replied, her voice cool and confident. "And now it's time for our little punishment." With that, she turned to the other girls and nodded. Savannah and Bella understood what she meant and quickly moved into action. They each took one of Adam's arms and firmly but gently guided him toward the nearby metal pole. Once they reached it, they carefully positioned his back against the cool, hard surface. Then, Peyton took out the handcuffs and placed them on a nearby table. "Hold him still," she ordered, gesturing for the other girls to keep his arms pinned back. As they held him in place, Peyton returned with the handcuffs, baby oil, and tickle tools. She smiled wickedly as she saw the look of fear and helplessness on Adam's face. "Now, we're going to teach you a lesson," she said, her voice cold and cruel. "From now on, you'll think twice before spying on innocent girls." Peyton knelt down and began to lubricate one of Adam's wrists with the baby oil, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Don't worry," she said with a chuckle, "it's not like we're going to tickle you with these." As she secured the handcuffs around his wrist, she gave it a sharp tug to make sure it was tight. Savannah and Bella moved around to the front of Adam, each taking one of his ankles and bending his legs up so that his feet were resting against the pole. They then secured the handcuffs around his ankles, securing him in place. Peyton stepped back to admire her work, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. Adam felt a mixture of fear and panic wash over him as he realized he was completely helpless. His body was on display, completely vulnerable to their every touch. His heart raced as he waited for them to begin, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Peyton stepped forward again, this time kneeling down in front of him. She traced her finger lightly around his belly button, teasing him with the ticklish sensation. Adam let out a high-pitched squeal, arching his back in an attempt to get away from her touch. "Ahh! No! Stop!" he begged, his voice shaking with fear and desperation. Savannah and Bella exchanged amused glances as they watched Peyton's teasing. "Oh, this is going to be good," Bella whispered with a grin. Adam's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Peyton continued to circle her finger around his belly button. He arched his back even further, his muscles tensing under their grip. His laughter turned into desperate sobs as he struggled against their hold. Savannah couldn't help but laugh at the sight of their helpless captive. "Oh, this is too good!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with amusement. "Look at him squirm!" She reached out and gently tickled Adam's side with a feather, eliciting another loud shriek from him. Bella moved in closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I can't believe how ticklish he is," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is going to be even better than we thought." She glanced over at Peyton, who nodded in agreement. As if to prove her point, Peyton shifted her weight, positioning herself between Adam's legs. She placed her hands on his thighs and began spidering her fingers up and down his skin, eliciting high-pitched squeals of laughter from him with each touch. "Ahh! No! Stop!" he begged, his body jerking and twisting in their grasp. Bella moved closer, her face just inches from his as she watched the ticklish boy squirm beneath their touch. "This is priceless," she whispered, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She leaned in even closer, her breath tickling his ear as she teased, "I can't believe how ticklish you are, Adam." As Peyton continued to tickle Adam's thighs, Savannah moved behind him, her hands tracing soft circles on his back. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, and he let out a gasp, his body jerking in response. "Ahh! No! Please Stop!" he begged, his voice shaking with fear and desperation. Bella, meanwhile, had moved to the front of Adam, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She ran her fingers on the ticklish boy's chest, sending shockwaves of ticklishness through his body. Adam let out a high-pitched squeal, his eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of sensations. "Oh my God," he gasped, his voice ragged from laughing and begging for mercy. "Please, please stop!" His muscles were taut, his skin covered in goosebumps as the girls continued their merciless tickling. Peyton, now standing behind him, placed her hands on his shoulders and started tickling his upper back, eliciting another loud shriek from him. Savannah and Bella moved closer, their faces mere inches from his as they watched his body jerk and twist in their grasp. They exchanged knowing glances, their eyes shining with mischief. Bella traced her finger along Adam's hairline, sending shivers down his spine. "Ahh!" he screamed, his whole body tense and trembling. "I can't take it anymore!" Peyton smiled cruelly, her gaze cold and unyielding. "Oh, we're not done yet," she purred, her voice dripping with venom. She leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "In fact, I think we're just getting started." With that, she slid her hands lower, tickling Adam's sides with her fingertips. Adam let out a high-pitched scream, his body convulsing in their grip. "Ahh! No! Stop it, please!" he begged, tears streaming down his face. Bella laughed, her hands moving faster on his chest, tickling him relentlessly. "Oh, don't worry," she cooed, "we're not going to stop anytime soon." Peyton, meanwhile, had moved behind him, her fingers dancing over his shoulders and upper back. "And you should've thought twice before you decided to spy on us, Adam," she hissed, her breath hot against his ear. "Now look where it's gotten you." Her touch sent shivers down his spine, making him squirm even more. Savannah, who had been tickling his sides, now moved to his upper chest, her touch feather-light but unbearably ticklish. "Oh, and let's not forget how creepy you were, sneaking around like that," she added with a chuckle, tickling him harder. Adam let out another high-pitched squeal, his body tensing under their grip. Peyton glanced over at Bella, who had been standing close by, her face mere inches from Adam's as she tickled him mercilessly. "And how about that camera you had hidden?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom. "Were you planning on taking pictures of us, too?" Adam let out a high-pitched squeal, his body jerking in response to the tickling. "N-no! I swear, I wasn't!" he stammered, his voice shaking with fear and desperation. "I just wanted to see you guys... from afar..." Bella, who had been tickling his sides, moved closer to his front, her hands now roaming over his chest and stomach. "Yeah, because that's not creepy at all," she scoffed, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Sneaking around trying to get a good look at us in our bikinis." Adam let out another high-pitched shriek, his body jerking in response to the tickling. "Oh my God, you're right," Savannah chimed in, her hands still tickling his sides. "We should definitely make him pay for that." She glanced over at Peyton, who nodded in agreement. Their words sent a chill down Adam's spine. He couldn't believe they were serious. "No, please!" he begged, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I swear!" But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Peyton, Savannah, and Bella exchanged knowing glances. They had decided on a cruel punishment for their little stalker. They had to make him pay for spying on them and for trying to take pictures of them without their consent. Peyton held him by the shoulders, her grip firm but not painful. She looked into his tear-streaked eyes and said coldly, "You should've thought about that before you decided to spy on us, Adam." Her voice was like ice water pouring down his spine. As if on cue, Bella stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She held up a small camera, which Adam hadn't even realized he still had in his hand. "And what about this?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Were you planning on showing these to all your friends, Adam?" Adam went pale, his body tensing even further under their grip. "N-no, I just... I wanted to remember... you guys..." he stammered, his voice shaking. Peyton rolled her eyes, her expression cold and unyielding. "Well, you can forget that now," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because we're going to make sure you never, ever forget what you did." With that, she nodded at Bella, who took the camera and snapped a picture of him, looking completely defeated and humiliated. "There," she said, grinning maliciously. "Now you'll always have this memory, to remind you of your little mistake." The other girls laughed cruelly, their voices echoing around the pool. "Oh, that's right," Savannah chimed in, her hands still tickling Adam's sides. "You won't be able to show this to anyone else now, will you?" She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. Adam shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "No, please," he begged, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." But his words fell on deaf ears. Peyton smiled cruelly, her grip on his shoulders tightening. "Oh, we know you will," she purred. "Because from now on, every time we see you, we're going to remind you of what happened here tonight." Bella stepped forward, her eyes glinting with mischief. "And just imagine how many people we'll show this picture to," she added, holding up the camera for all to see. "Everyone's going to know what a creepy little stalker you are." Peyton nodded in agreement, her gaze hardening. "And trust us," she said, her voice low and threatening, "we're going to make sure everyone knows." Savannah, still tickling Adam's sides, let out a wicked cackle. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We're going to make your life a living hell, you perv!" The other girls laughed maniacally, their voices echoing through the night. Peyton leaned in closer, her breath hot against Adam's ear as she whispered, "And you know what the worst part is, Adam? We're not even done with you yet." Her words sent a chill down his spine. Bella, still holding the camera, moved in front of him, her face inches from his. "Oh, that's right," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're going to be our little project now." She snapped another photo, this time capturing the defeated and terrified look on Adam's face. "We're going to make sure everyone knows what kind of sicko you really are." Adam let out a shuddering breath, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't believe what was happening. Just a few minutes ago, he had been spying on these girls, fantasizing about them from afar. Now, they had him completely at their mercy. He felt a cold sweat break out on his brow as he tried to formulate some kind of apology, some explanation. But before he could say anything, Peyton stepped forward once again, her expression cold and unyielding. "You know what?" she said, her voice laced with venom. "I don't think you even realize how creepy you are. How obsessed you were with us." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "Maybe this will help you understand." With that, she moved closer, her body mere inches from his. And then, to Adam's horror, she wiggled her finger inside his belly button. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before: strange, ticklish, and utterly overwhelming. He let out a shriek so loud it hurt their ears, his body jerking violently in their grip. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to catch his breath, his shoulders shaking with uncontrollable laughter. Peyton smiled maliciously, watching him squirm. "See?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're just as ticklish as we thought you'd be." Bella, who had been standing close by, nodded in agreement, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun," she drawled. "You're going to love being our little ticklish toy." Savannah, who had been tickling Adam's sides, moved in closer. She ran her hands up his ribs, stopping just under his armpits. "Your turn," she said, her voice low and threatening. She lifted his arms above his head, holding them tightly behind his back. Adam tried to squirm away, but it was no use. They had him completely at their mercy. With a wicked grin, Bella produced a bottle of baby oil from her bag. She unscrewed the cap and began pouring the slippery liquid over Adam's chest, letting it drip down his abs and pool around his waist. The sensation of the oil on his skin was unnerving, making him shiver despite the warmth of the summer night. Savannah moved in closer, her hands reaching around to tickle his armpits. "Mwahaha!" she cackled, digging her fingers into his ticklish flesh. Adam let out a high-pitched squeal, his body jerking violently as he tried to escape their grip. But it was no use; they had him completely pinned down. As Bella continued to pour the oil over his chest, it began to slide down his stomach and across his hips, creating a slick, wet sensation that only seemed to intensify the ticklishness. Adam's laughter turned into a desperate, choking sound as he writhed and squirmed under their relentless assault. Peyton leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Oh, Adam," she drawled, her voice laced with venom. "You're really quite pathetic." With a cruel smile, she wiggled her fingers in his belly button once more, sending another wave of ticklishness washing over him. Adam's body shook uncontrollably as he let out a high-pitched squeal, his face turning a deep shade of red. Bella chuckled darkly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. She ran her hands over her smooth, toned body, feeling the slickness of the oil against her skin. Savannah and Peyton exchanged satisfied glances before continuing their assault on Adam's ticklish body. They moved in closer, their breath warm against his ear as they whispered lewd taunts and threats. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" Peyton purred, digging her fingers into his side. "You like how it feels to be so completely helpless and exposed." Bella, meanwhile, had retrieved a silicone ball gag from her bag. She slipped it between Adam's lips, securing it in place with a strap behind his head. The feel of the gag filling his mouth made him gag reflexively, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the other girls continued their torment. Savannah moved behind him, straddling his hips. She placed her hands on his chest, tickling his nipples mercilessly. "Oh, you like that, huh?" she taunted, watching his body jerk involuntarily. "You like it when a girl plays with your little boobies." Adam could feel the heat rising in his face, both from embarrassment and from the ticklish sensation. Bella, meanwhile, had retrieved a feather tickler from her bag. She waved it teasingly in front of Adam's nose, causing his eyes to water and his breath to hitch. "What's wrong, Adam?" she drawled. "Can't breathe with this tickly thing in your face?" His struggles only seemed to amuse the girls more. As the night wore on, the girls took turns tickling and tormenting Adam. Savannah would tickle his sides until he was doubled over in laughter, while Peyton would tickle his belly and make him squirm uncontrollably. Bella enjoyed teasing him with the feather tickler, whispering lewd suggestions in his ear as he squirmed and struggled against his bonds. Their laughter filled the air, echoing through the neighborhood like a sinister symphony. It was clear that they were having the time of their lives at Adam's expense. They took turns taking selfies and videos, capturing every moment of his humiliation and suffering. As the night wore on, the girls became more and more creative with their tickling attacks. They began to use their fingernails, digging deeper into his ticklish flesh. They tickled his ribs until he was doubled over in agony, his sides burning with laughter. They tickled his armpits, sending waves of ticklishness through his entire body. They tickled his feet, his legs, even his ears. Adam's cries of laughter turned into high-pitched squeals as he squirmed and struggled against his bonds. His body jerked and twitched uncontrollably, the slickness of the oil making it even more difficult for him to escape their relentless assault. He felt like he was going to explode from the ticklishness, like his body was about to split in two from the effort of holding back his laughter. The girls, reveling in his agony, continued to tickle him mercilessly. They moved down to his inner thighs, digging their fingers into the soft, ticklish flesh just above his groin. "Mwahaha!" they cackled in unison, watching his face turn beet red with humiliation. "This is too good!" Peyton, always the cruelest of them all, moved in for the kill. She placed her hands on either side of Adam's head and began tickling his neck, just beneath his jawline. His body jerked violently, his hips bucking uselessly against the restraints. "Ahhhhh!" he screamed, his voice muffled by the ball gag. "Pleath, shhtop!" Bella, never one to be left out of the fun, reached around and tickled Adam's sides while Savannah tickled his ribs. The combined onslaught was too much for him to bear; his whole body tensed up, and then, with a loud groan, he released a warm stream of urine onto the ground beneath him. The hot, stinging sensation of the urine on his skin only served to make him laugh harder, if that was even possible. Peyton, amused by his loss of bladder control, tickled his armpits mercilessly, causing him to squirm and writhe even more. "Look at you," she taunted, "all tuckered out from a little tickling." The other girls doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down their faces. They couldn't believe how much Adam was suffering, and they reveled in it. Bella, always the one with the most twisted sense of humor, decided to take things to a whole new level. She produced a small feather duster from her pocket and began to tickle Adam's feet. "Oh, this should be interesting," she mused, watching as he thrashed wildly against his restraints. "Let's see how he handles this." Savannah and Peyton exchanged amused glances as they watched Bella's cruel antics. They had seen it all tonight, and yet Adam still managed to find a way to surprise them. His resilience was both admirable and infuriating at the same time. They couldn't help but wonder what other tricks he had up his sleeve. As Bella continued to tickle Adam's feet, his body jerked and twitched uncontrollably. He let out a high-pitched squeal that seemed to echo through the neighborhood. His struggles only seemed to amuse the girls more. They snapped picture after picture with their phones, capturing every moment of his humiliation and suffering. Savannah couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Adam squirm beneath Bella's ticklish assault. "Oh, Adam," she cooed, "you're just too much fun to play with." She leaned in closer, running her hand through his sweaty hair. "I think we should do something special for you." Peyton glanced over at her friend, raising an eyebrow. "Oh really?" she drawled, her tone laced with amusement. "And what would that be, Savannah?" Savannah smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well," she began, "I was thinking we should let the internet decide." Peyton raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "And how would we go about that?" Savannah shrugged nonchalantly. "I was thinking we could set up a poll on Instagram or something. We post a picture of Adam, all tied up and ticklish, with the question 'What should we do to Adam?' written on it. Then we can see what the people have to say." Peyton considered this for a moment before nodding slowly. "I like that idea. It'll be like a twisted game show. We could even make it a contest and see who comes up with the best idea. The winner gets to do whatever they want to him." She turned back to Adam, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "So, Adam, you ready to find out what your fate is?" To be continued…..
She couldn’t help squirm, clasping her eyes tightly shut giving out such heavy desperate breaths.
“You need to calm down. We’ve not even started” he spoke softly, which was all the more unnerving for Macey. That annoying sultry voice which such a teasing affliction on everything he said.
“I’m…fine” with a deep sigh, her heaving came to a slow halt. There was no blindfold, but she often closed her eyes. She didn’t want to risk seeing that smug look of torment. That shit eating grin that gave the feeling of power over her. That look dominated her and even though she was in such a vulnera
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