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Chapter 10.
🕑 Added 2023-10-26 17:15:29 +0000 UTCCindy kneeled, naked, collared, and leashed, at the feet of her goddess on the basement floor. Her knees were sore against the cold concrete. She shivered from the dread and anticipation of her upcoming punishment.
Eleanor smiled down at her and scratched her hair.
Cindy twitched her feet in pleasure at the touch. She wrapped her arms around Eleanor’s legs and dared to kiss the exquisite fabric of Eleanor’s Valentino Garavani dress. She had to trust her goddess would protect her. Eleanor would not allow anything too terrible to happen to her, right?
The more Cindy let go of her fear, placing her faith, body, and soul in Eleanor’s hands, the calmer she became. There was no need to feel anxious or embarrassed. If her goddess deemed it necessary that she be punished, then who was she to question it? She surely deserved it. She would simply strive to be the best victim she could be to make her goddess proud.
Cindy was grateful that Eleanor had only invited a few of her closest friends to join them in the basement. As scared as she was, she had to remember it could have been far worse had Eleanor chosen it to be. There was surely an entire ballroom of people who would have loved to have been part of Cindy’s punishment.
“Okay sisters,” said Eleanor, addressing her friends. “Back by popular demand.” She reached for a dust sheet and pulled it back to reveal a casino-style jackpot wheel. “The wheel of misfortune.” There was applause from the women.
Cindy’s eyes widened as prickles of dread swarmed her skin. She clutched her goddess tighter and tried to bury her face away from the greedy looks of her soon-to-be torturers.
Eleanor continued. “Since this will be little Cindy’s first time, I’ll explain the rules again. As you can see, the wheel of misfortune is partitioned in forty different ways. Each one corresponds to a different method of torture. Obviously, some are reasonably mild but others are quite extreme. It’s all in the luck of the spin. Exciting, right?”
Cindy gulped and looked up doe-eyed at her goddess. “Y-yes, Goddess.”
Eleanor pouted and caressed her fingernails through Cindy’s hair. Her voice was calm and soothing. “I picked these women especially for you, Cindy. They are experts. You will be perfectly safe in their talented hands. They are the best.”
“Thank you, Goddess,” she said, her voice cracking from dryness.
The women were all terrifying with their beauty and confidence. They were like a choir of dark angels. Cindy was humbled just to be in the presence of their wealth and power. They were the Daughters of Isis.
Alison was next to her BFF, Lucy. She blew Cindy a kiss and giggled along with her friend. Cindy averted her eyes and flushed. Were they going to take part too? How could they have been experts in anything at just eighteen years old?
“We want everyone to have a chance to spin,” said Eleanor, “so I think fifteen minutes is reasonable. Kourtney, since you’re the one Cindy disappointed the most tonight, I think you should get the first spin.”
Kourtney strode forward with the heels of her Italian pumps clicking over the concrete. She grabbed one of the handles on the wheel, pushing forward her bosom and stretching the material of her skin-tight blouse as she gave it a powerful spin.
There was a loud ra-ta-tat as it spun in a cyclone of color. Cindy held her breath as the wheel slowly came to a stop, landing on “squash.” The smirk on Kourtney’s face and the cheers of the sisters suggested to Cindy this was not going to be pleasant.
*
Cindy felt a discomforting burn in her muscles as Kourtney held her in an arm lock. Kourtney’s entire hand easily wrapped around Cindy’s twig-like wrist. Cindy was suddenly aware of her skinniness compared to all those curvy, and athletic women. Even had she wanted to resist, she would have been too weak. The realization was terrifying. She looked at Eleanor for protection, feeling more helpless than ever.
Eleanor smiled at her. “You can be a good girl for Kourtney, can’t you?”
Cindy sniffled and nodded. She kept her hands clasped together behind her back as Kourtney released her hold and wrapped Cindy’s arms in a single leather restraint, tightly securing the buckles.
“Can you move them?” said Kourtney.
Cindy tried to wriggle her arms inside the tight leather but found them completely locked.
“No, Miss,” she said.
Kourtney grinned and slapped Cindy playfully across her cheek.
Cindy shivered, still kneeling on the concrete as she watched Kourtney retrieve two black metal bars connected by long silver screws. She stayed quiet as Kourtney squatted, placing the bars between Cindy’s breasts.
“Your tits are so small,” said Kourtney, holding the bars steady in one hand as she tightened the bolts with her other, slowly compacting the bars closer together. “You did reach puberty, right?”
The other women had gathered in a semi-circle around them to watch and chuckled at the joke.
“I’m serious,” said Kourtney, having tightened the bars enough to stay on Cindy’s breasts without her having to hold them herself. “Aren’t you embarrassed?”
“Yes, Miss, I’m sorry.” They had always been a source of shame. There was no question which of them had the superior bosom.
“You should be,” said Kourtney, pinching both of Cindy’s nipples and twisting.
Cindy gasped and instinctively tried to pull back, but that just made it worse.
Kourtney chuckled at her. Her own nipples were hardening beneath her tight, white blouse. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
Cindy whimpered quietly to herself.
Kourtney finally released Cindy’s nipples and turned her focus to the bolts. She twisted them both in tandem, slowly condensing the bars against Cindy’s breasts.
The pressure was almost pleasurable at first. They felt secure as if her breasts were now protected between the metal. But then it kept going. A continuous stinging pain began as mild but soon turned excruciating. It crawled up her breasts and over her whole body. Cindy yelped and searched Kourtney’s face for mercy but found only cruelty sparkling within her eyes.
Kourtney cranked the bolts even after they had seemingly reached their limits, squeezing every half millimeter she could.
It was too much. Cindy’s breasts were squashed in a vicious vice and it had to come off. She backed up on her knees and desperately shook herself, trying to dislodge the awful clamp.
It was useless. With her arms locked behind her back, she was helpless. She looked around at the watching women for someone who might feel sorry for her and help. Unfortunately, there was nothing but enjoyment on their beautiful faces. Even Eleanor held an amused pout.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Kourtney reached and pulled Cindy back by her nipples. Cindy screamed. The pain was unbearable. Kourtney scowled into her face. “Please what?”
Her panic turned to sobs. She could barely find the breath to utter a response. “N-nothing, it’s n-nothing, s-sorry.”
Kourtney grinned. Cindy stayed as still as she could, fearing Kourtney might rip her nipples off her body.
Alison bounced and pointed. “Oh my god. they’re turning purple. Look. This is so awesome!”
Cindy glanced down to see if she was right. She wanted to scream but was too terrified to utter anything but a long, pained mewl.
Kourtney mercifully released Cindy’s nipples and scooted next to her, wrapping her arm around Cindy’s shoulder like they were besties. “Come on Alison,” she said, “take our picture.”
Alison bounded forward and crouched down with her phone. Her cheeks were dimpled with an adorable smile as she giggled into her screen.
Kourtney constantly changed poses, pouting, kissing, sticking out her tongue, and giving the camera the middle finger. Everyone had a great time laughing and encouraging Kourtney’s antics as purple-breasted Cindy suffered next to her, counting the seconds until the fifteen torturous minutes were over, quietly blubbering to herself.
And this was only the first one.
*
Jasmine was number two. She was delighted to receive “trample” as her prize.
Cindy, with her arms still bound in leather, was made to lie flat on her back while the imposing figure of Jasmine stood over her.
Jasmine’s hands rested on her full hips and a huge grin was on her face. Her block heels elevated her stature to over six feet. Her powerful thighs showed through the open seam of her jade gown and her spectacular breasts almost spilled from her bodice.
Cindy clenched the feeble muscles in her stomach in the hopes of gaining some resistance against Jasmine’s weight. She held her breath. This was going to hurt.
Jasmine elegantly lifted one foot and placed it neatly over Cindy’s belly button, using her as a stepping stone.
Cindy groaned as the entirety of Jasmine’s weight pressed on her. She lifted her head but Jasmine used her second foot to push her sole down on Cindy’s neck, keeping her on the floor.
Cindy gargled. She twitched her arms inside her restraint, hopelessly trying to pull Jasmine’s foot away. She couldn’t breathe. She kicked her legs and writhed her body over the floor, knocking Jasmine off balance.
Jasmine stepped off and Cindy took the chance to cough and gasp for air.
“Bitch!” said Jasmine, kicking Cindy swiftly in her ribs. “Don’t you dare.”
Cindy yelped. “S-sorry, Miss.”
“Stay still,” said Jasmine, returning to Cindy’s stomach.
She stood on Cindy’s chastity, pressing the mesh down on Cindy’s wet pussy lips. Next, she moved up to Cindy’s breasts which were still sensitive after her previous ordeal with Kourtney. Cindy’s squeal brought laughter from the sisters.
Cindy tensed her whole body. It was a force of will to fight against her natural urge for self-preservation, but she managed it, despite the crushing force that was stealing her breath.
“Open your mouth,” said Jasmine.
Cindy slowly obeyed.
Jasmine lifted one foot and carefully guided her heel into Cindy’s mouth. “Suck on it.”
Cindy bobbed her head up and down, pushing her lips all the way up the shaft of the heel to the sole and back again. She concentrated hard on not accidentally scraping her teeth over it. The gold Prada label on the outer curve of the shoe warned her how valuable it was. This was the most expensive thing to have ever been inside Cindy’s mouth. She could taste the wealth and privilege. It was luxury and success. Few people in the world got a chance like this. She hummed in pleasure.
Jasmine laughed. “I think she likes it.”
Eleanor smiled. “A lot more than her husband’s cock it seems.”
The sisters all laughed at Eleanor’s joke. It was true, Cindy would have rather sucked on Jasmine’s Prada heels for hours than spend even one second with Pete in her mouth.
*
Madison had an angelic smile on her face as she pressed a button to send electrical currents rushing through the glass bulb on the end of her electric wand.
Cindy couldn’t help but admire how the blue currents matched Madison’s eyes. She was so beautiful. It was no wonder her TikTok and Instagram were so popular. Somehow, the prospect of being electrocuted by someone as pretty as Madison did not seem bad at all.
Cindy’s arm restraint had been attached to a suspension bar. Madison raised her on a winch from the floor to hover on the tips of her toes. It was an uncomfortable feeling to hang with her arms bound and stretched behind her back.
Madison approached, zapping the wand. There was a harsh crackle as the electricity attacked the bulb as if it were trying to smash through the glass. Madison giggled to herself as she slowly directed it at Cindy’s exposed nipple.
Before the glass even touched her, Cindy felt a sharp jolt in her breast. She squeaked and instinctively pulled away, rattling her suspension chain.
Madison’s joy was as electrifying as her wand as she chased Cindy’s nipple, poking it with the crackling bulb and laughing delightedly at Cindy’s screams.
“Okay, cutie,” she said, “I need you to stay still now. Think you can do that for me?”
Cindy whimpered and nodded. It was clear that Madison was used to getting her own way. She looked too adorable as she batted her long eyelashes. No doubt she’d been wrapping people around her little finger her whole life. Her charm was impossible to resist.
Madison turned back to her sisters. “Oh my gosh, Eleanor, she’s so cute. I love her!”
Cindy smiled shyly and looked up from Madison’s feet to see Eleanor with her hands on her hips and a satisfied pout on her beautiful face. Cindy was filled with pride. Pleasing her goddess was worth all the suffering in the world. She would not let her down. She would be the good girl Eleanor wanted and deserved.
There was a fierce whir as Madison twisted a knob at the end of the wand to turn up the voltage. She guided the bulb to Cindy’s collarbone and brushed it over her skin.
The shock was harsh and continuous but not unpleasant. Cindy bit her lip and hummed in cautious pleasure. She stretched her toes at the sensations as Maidson ran the wand over her body in a figure of eight.
“Does that feel good, cutie?”
Cindy’s answer vibrated through her throat. “Yessss.”
“Then spread your legs for me.”
Cindy complied, opening her thighs to show Madison her chastity cage. Her locked arousal had moistened the mesh of her chastity.
“Eleanor, she’s such a good girl. Where can I find a good girl like this for myself?”
“I picked her up at Krogers,” said Eleanor.
Everyone laughed.
Madison directed the bulb to the metal. Cindy’s arousal was a conductor that sent terrible shockwaves up her whole body. She screamed and flailed on her chain. It felt like every nerve in her body was being repeatedly stabbed with sharp needles.
Madison graciously pulled away to allow Cindy a chance to regain her breath.
“Awww,” said Madison so sweetly it made Cindy pitifully sob. “Is it really so painful?”
Cindy nodded. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Poor baby. But it makes me happy to hurt you. Don’t you want to make me happy?”
Cindy sniffled and raised her chin to look at Madison’s impossibly lovely smile. “Y-yes, M-miss.”
Madison giggled, immediately zapping her again.
*
Shannon and Luna each took practice shots against a pole with their bullwhips.
Cindy continued to dangle from her chain. She had not once stopped trembling or sniffling after her electrocution. It seemed that each punishment was worse than the last. She felt more vulnerable than ever.
Luna cracked her whip close to Cindy’s cheek and laughed as Cindy cringed, shifting her body and rocking from side to side.
“Hey,” said Luna, “don’t start crying before we’ve even started, wimp.”
“S-sorry, Miss,” said Cindy, contracting her face in an effort to fight back her rising tears.
Luna turned to her mom. “I know, how about we make a little bet?”
“Oh Luna,” said Shannon, “you and your games. Go on then. What are the terms?”
“How about this? The first one to make this little wimp scream gets a full unrestricted week with the peasant.”
Shannon chuckled. “That doesn’t sound like much of a prize. I gave her to you so I wouldn’t have to deal with that ugly worm, anymore, right?”
“Come on, Mom. I know you miss playing with her really.”
Shannon smiled. “Alright, you have a deal.”
Mother and daughter strode behind Cindy. Cindy whimpered and looked over her shoulder to see them widening their stance. They lifted their whips over their shoulders, placed their hands on their hips, and pushed their breasts forward, showing their hard nipples through the material of their designer dresses.
“There’s no way you can win, Mom,” said Luna. "I know exactly where to strike to make this one squeal. It's all in the data.”
Shannon scoffed. “I was whipping that peasant before you were even born, precious. I’ll wager my experience against your data any day.”
“Ha. We’ll see. In fact, I’m so confident in my data, I’ll even let you go first.”
“Hey you,” said Shannon to Cindy. “Don’t even think about screaming early in the hopes of ending this quickly. We’ll know if you try and cheat us, so don’t even think about it.”
Cindy would try her best, but the screaming was not something she had much control over. She gulped at the thought of how they might react with the remainder of their time if she gave her scream away too early.
Shannon snapped her whip through the air and cracked against the back of Cindy’s thigh.
The sting was a bite that lingered long on the skin. Cindy fought her instinct to release a yelp. Somehow, she held her breath and just whimpered quietly to herself.
“Not bad, huh?” said Shannon to her daughter.
Luna smirked at her. “Pretty good. But watch this.”
Cindy braced herself at the frightening crack of the whip. It collided against her inner thigh. She inhaled sharply, crossed her thighs, and rubbed them together for some relief from the lingering pain.
Shannon’s next shot caught Cindy’s calf. Cindy raised her foot to shake off the pain only to immediately be struck in her sole by Luna’s whip. It was an almost impossible shot and the sisters applauded the effort. Cindy had to squeak to avoid screaming but she could not stop the tears from falling. She tried to keep her feet down to avoid another hit like that.
Shannon struck Cindy’s back followed by Luna who was close to whipping Cindy almost in the exact same spot as her mom.
Cindy twisted and turned frantically at the awful pain, biting down her lip.
The whipping continued for the next few minutes with Shannon constantly being one-upped by Luna. Cindy sensed Shannon’s growing frustration. Her strikes were becoming clumsier, sometimes only grazing against Cindy’s skin. Luna meanwhile, never lost her precision. She knew exactly where to hit to deal maximum pain without damaging Cindy’s internal organs. It was a true masterclass.
It was only a matter of time before a vicious strike from Luna across Cindy’s shoulder blade gave rise to a scream. It came out as a long, high-pitched shriek.
The sisters laughed good-naturedly and gave Luna a round of applause as she smirked and gave them a theatrical curtsey.
Shannon sighed and gave Cindy a large strike on her upper buttock that sent Cindy howling and scurrying her tiptoes over the concrete like a hamster on a wheel.
“Good job, precious,” said Shannon, giving her daughter a hug, “I guess I’m a little out of practice.”
“You were great, Mom. How about double or nothing? Come to mine next weekend for dinner and we can go again on the peasant.”
“That sounds like fun. But I have to warn you, there’s no way that peasant would dare let me lose.”
“Ha. She wouldn’t dare let me not win.”
Shannon chuckled. “This is going to be interesting then.”
*
There was a pause in the punishment for Eleanor to apply some care to Cindy’s injuries. The bull whipping had taken its toll on Cindy’s body. She hung helpless and sniveling as blood trickled from her purple bruises.
As Shannon and Luna received the congratulations of the sisters, Eleanor dabbed Cindy’s cuts with a towel and rinsed them with water. Cindy squeaked as Eleanor slapped some sterile gauze over the injured areas which made Eleanor chuckle.
Eleanor’s attention felt wonderful. Cindy felt foolish for ever being frightened. Her goddess always took care of her.
Eleanor leaned into her ear and Cindy’s skin prickled at the excitement of Eleanor’s breath. “You’re doing well,” she whispered.
Cindy gasped with elation.
“Keep it up and there might be a special reward for you after all.”
Cindy whimpered and scurried her thighs against her chastity. Her tears became tears of happiness. Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly love her goddess anymore, Eleanor gave her a whole new reason to worship her. Cindy would not disappoint her.
*
Carla and Mandy, as BFFs, spun the wheel together. “Ice Play” was their reward.
Cindy was unhooked from the suspension bar and dragged on her leash to the middle of the floor. She remained on her knees with her hands bound behind her back.
Carla and Mandy put on black kevlar gloves. Carla reached inside one of two buckets filled with ice and retrieved a single shard. Her hand was protected from the cold by the kevlar. Cindy would not be so lucky.
Carla caressed the shard against Cindy’s nipple. Cindy flinched at the sudden cold and tried to back away.
Carla wrapped Cindy’s leather leash around her wrist and tugged Cindy back into place. “Don’t even think about it,” she said, grabbing Cindy’s whole breast, and squeezing it between her fingers as she ground the ice against Cindy’s nipple.
Cindy gasped, whined, and scurried her feet over the concrete.
Mandy grabbed an entire handful of ice and crushed it all into Cindy’s other breast. Cindy’s squeals made her beam.
Carla’s shard dissolved into freezing water. She took another from the bucket and guided the point over Cindy’s chapped lips before slotting it inside her mouth.
Cindy did not need to be told to keep it inside. It fizzled against her tongue as Carla inserted more ice until Cindy’s mouth was completely full. Her cheeks expanded and she felt her gums numbing from the cold.
Mandy finished crushing the ice into Cindy’s breast and then slid both buckets under Cindy’s body. Carla pulled the leash down to force both of Cindy’s breasts into the ice buckets.
Cindy released a muffled scream at the shock. She shivered and tried to pull away but Mandy pushed down on her head, keeping her breasts submerged.
Carla reached between Cindy’s breasts to pull a few more shards from the bucket. “Don’t move,” she ordered, as she began to place the ice neatly in a line directly over Cindy’s spine.
It was impossible not to shiver. The ice seemed to stick to her skin, leaving a pink rash.
Carla laughed. “You’re so much fun, Cindy,” she said, finishing up by placing a final shard on Cindy’s tailbone. “Hayley could never take as much punishment as this.”
Mandy scoffed. “That fucking wimp. She’d be begging for mercy by now. You’re way too soft on her, Carla.”
“Maybe you’re right. If Cindy can do it, then so can Hayley.”
Cindy’s pride offered some warmth despite the cold. She grinned despite the melting ice freezing her mouth. Maybe she really would get a reward.
Her grin did not last long as Mandy leaned over and directed a shard directly inside her anus. She moaned and swiveled her hips at the penetrating cold.
“Ah ah,” said Carla, “don’t let any of those shards on your back fall.”
Cindy nodded and whimpered.
Mandy laughed. “And I have four more in my hand. You’re taking all of them in the ass. You got that?”
One was painful enough. She could feel the point scraping her insides. She remembered the compliments. She remembered that she was special. Eleanor deserved someone special. She wanted all of them to look at their own submissives and wish they could be more like Cindy. They should all be jealous of Eleanor. Eleanor should always be number one.
Carla slapped Mandy playfully on her arm. “You’re such a sadistic bitch, Mandy, seriously.”
Mandy laughed as she slowly inserted the next shard into Cindy’s asshole, beaming at Cindy’s muffled screams.
*
Alexa snapped her own kevlar glove onto her hand.
Cindy lay on her back against a black tarpaulin. Her teeth chattered and her body quivered. She was beginning to wonder if she would ever feel warm again.
Alexa ignited a thick, blood-red candle that matched her mermaid dress and lipstick. Her pout was a smirk. Alexa would be fully protected from the melted wax. That was for Cindy’s pleasure only.
“You’re a lucky girl, Cindy,” she said. “Of all the options I could have had, I got wax play. It’s so perfect. It’ll definitely warm you up, won’t it?”
“Y-yes, M-miss,” said Cindy, stuttering from the cold.
Alexa rested her wrist on her hip and allowed the liquid wax to build in the basin of the candle. Once satisfied, she angled it at forty-five degrees and tipped the wax over Cindy’s stomach.
Cindy gasped and twitched at the heat. Alexa pouted down at her in amusement, gently waving the candle, and throwing lines of wax over Cindy’s breasts, collarbone, and shoulders.
It was a sizzling burn that was almost pleasurable as her body reacted to the strange pain with bursts of adrenaline and dopamine.
Alexa dripped the wax intermittently, giving it time to melt into Cindy’s skin before going back for another round.
The heat soon became intense. Cindy moaned and wriggled. She looked down at her body and was horrified to see it slashed in red like blood. As Alexa moved the wax stream to Cindy’s thighs, Cindy closed them to protect her chastity.
Alexa snickered. “You really think I’d go easy on you just because you try and hide it?”
Cindy begged Alexa for mercy with her doe-eyes even as she opened her legs to give Alexa an easy target. She sobbed, knowing what was to come.
Alexa dripped the wax over the cage in an X. Cindy screamed as the heat went through the tiny holes in the mesh and onto her wet pussy lips.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” said Alexa, “it really isn’t that big a deal. You know, my own victim, Maggie, has been marked in all the colors of the rainbow. You’re getting off easy.”
Cindy writhed, cried, and screamed, as she nodded her head in agreement. “S-sorry, M-Miss, ahhhhhhh. Th-thank you.”
She would not let Alexa think badly of her. She needed to please them all. She hoped that the laughter of Eleanor and the sisters at her pathetic reaction would count something toward her potential reward.
*
Alison and Lucy were so excited to finally take their turn they practically danced on the spot as they waited to see their prize.
Cindy glanced concernedly at Eleanor. There was no way two teens could be as experienced as the others. She remembered what Eleanor had said that first day at Krogers “My housekeeper has had an accident and is in the ICU.” What exactly was that accident?
Cindy swallowed her doubts as she saw Eleanor smiling proudly at her daughter. Cindy was nobody to question the wisdom of her goddess. Alison was born from Eleanor’s egg. She shared her blood. She was part of Eleanor’s divinity. She had to trust her.
Alison and Lucy squealed and hugged as the wheel rewarded them with “tickle.”
Cindy breathed her relief. That did not sound so bad. She was about to smile when Alison grabbed her leash and dragged her to a black medieval-style pillory. Cindy shuffled on her knees to keep up. With her arms still bound in the restraint, she found herself missing her hands. It made crawling so much easier.
Alison ordered Cindy to lie on her back and place her feet on the pillory. Lucy shut the cover over Cindy’s ankles and closed the padlocks.
“Remember girls,” said Eleanor, clearly enjoying their exuberance, “fifteen minutes. And tickling only. No cheating.”
Alison and Lucy chatted excitedly. They decided they would each take one side of Cindy’s body. They discussed using implements but ultimately decided using their fingers would be more personal.
They started on Cindy’s bare feet, gently brushing their fingernails over her sensitive soles.
Cindy squirmed at their touch. She wanted to pull away but couldn’t, trapped as she was beneath two solid blocks of locked metal.
They quickly increased the vigor of their assault, practically scratching their nails over Cindy’s skin.
Cindy wriggled her feet and struggled to suppress the urge to laugh, writhing, shuddering, and flickering her eyelids. Finally, she could not hold it back and it burst from her mouth in a maniacal laugh. She tossed and turned, desperate to escape. The more she struggled, the more encouragement she gave to Alison and Lucy who attacked her even harder with their fingers.
Cindy’s laughter was contagious. Soon all the sisters were laughing loudly at the scene.
The two teens moved up from Cindy’s feet to her body, brushing their fingers around Cindy’s ribs, forcing her to writhe as she lost her breath from laughter. It was beyond excruciating. The wax from her session with Alexa had dried over her skin. She longed to pick it off. Alison and Lucy were so close to being able to help her but instead delighted in adding to her torture with tickles.
“Girls,” said Gael, opening her Gucci shoulder bag and pulling out a silver hairbrush. “Use this on her feet.”
Lucy skipped over and took it from her. “Perfect. Thanks, Mom.”
“No!” screamed Cindy between her fits of laughter. “No, please! Stop! Please! Stop!”
Alison giggled hard. “If you hate it so much, why are you laughing?”
Lucy returned to Cindy’s feet and scraped the sharp bristles of the brush all over her soles.
It was too much. Cindy wailed in her panic somewhere between laughing and bawling. She continued to plead as she lost control of her bladder and peed through her mesh, and down her legs.
“Ewwwwww,” said Alison, retracting her hands, “gross. She’s peeing herself!”
Cindy closed her eyes and cried as the women laughed harder than ever before at this pathetic display.
“Madison,” said Lucy, giggling and still targeting Cindy’s feet with the brush, “please tell me you got this on video.”
“I got it,” said Madison, “this is too funny.”
Cindy lost the will to even writhe. She just uttered a long, pained groan as she closed her eyes and counted down the seconds until her terrible ordeal finally ended.
*
The session ended with applause. Alison and Lucy gave each other a big hug before joining the others to receive their congratulations and compliments.
Eleanor gave Alison a hug and Gael did likewise for Lucy. Cindy just sobbed quietly to herself, thankful it was finally over.
“We’re so proud of you girls,” said Eleanor.
Gael agreed. “You were amazing. Did you have fun?”
“It was awesome,” said Alison, “I want to spin again and see what else we can do to her.”
“Oh my god, yes,” said Lucy, “can we pleaaaase?”
Everyone laughed along at their excitement.
“Another time,” said Eleanor, “rules are rules. Fifteen minutes is about all Cindy can take. We don’t want to break her.”
Lucy scoffed. “Why should I care about that?”
Gael put an arm around her daughter’s shoulder. “Now, now, Angel. Cindy belongs to Eleanor. It’s for her to decide what and how much she can handle. You’ll understand soon enough.”
“Oh shit,” said Alison, “Lucy, we totally forgot about Emily.”
Lucy’s pout became a grin. “You’re right. How long has she been in the shower now?”
Alison shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe Melanie remembered to take her out?”
“Oh girls,” said Eleanor, shaking her head, amused by their teenage antics, “you’d better go check on her.”
They both groaned.
“Listen to Eleanor,” said Gael, "think of it this way: if she gets sick then she’ll have to stay home instead of going to school. How can you have fun with her then?”
Alison and Lucy smirked at each other.
“Oh,” said Alison, “I think we’d find a way.”
Everyone laughed at this.
Madison walked between them and put her arms around both their waists. “Come on, girls,” she said, “show me where she is. I want to hear all your ideas for our prank video.”
The three of them headed up the stairs to return to the mansion with Alison and Lucy talking over each other in their eagerness to share their ideas with Madison who laughed along at their cruel creativity.
Cindy hoped Emily would not suffer too badly. Cindy had a chance to save her earlier and declined. If Emily did get seriously hurt, it would be Cindy’s fault. Just like it would with Sarah. Her stomach writhed with anxiety. Jessica and Kaylee were nowhere to be seen. They had taken Sarah somewhere and Cindy was powerless to intervene. What if something bad had happened?
“Just wonderful,” said Jasmine, “they are such a credit to you both.”
Eleanor and Gael exchanged looks of pride.
“Really,” said Carla, “they have such a natural talent for this.”
“True,” said Shannon, “the future of our chapter is in good hands with those two. They are worth of being Daughters of Isis.”
All the sisters murmured their agreement.
