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“Go to bed at nine o’clock.”

“Yes, dad.”

“No midnight snacks.”

“Yes, dad.”

“And do as the babysitter says, okay?”

“Of course” answered Timothy Mort, Tim for short, a 12 year old with black hair, brown eyes and a pale complexion as he was rarely permitted to play outside. That didn’t mean his parents were bad people; just highly overprotective, to the point of prohibiting him to have skateboards, roller blades and anything even remotely dangerous.

Which is why he could barely contain his current excitement.

One week! A whole week without parents, both sailing on a romantic cruise to celebrate their wedding anniversary.

Even better, he was being supervised by Sally Salter, the best babysitter in town, always ready to have fun with her charges.

To be clear, she wasn’t a pushover: many troublemaking kids had gotten a nice tanning on their backsides for being rude or misbehaved. But as long as you were nice and respectful, she didn’t mind closing an eye on a few trasgressions here and there. Why, last year she even taught him how to use a slingshot!

This was going to be the best week ever!

“Honey, the sitter is here” called Tim’s mother. The little boy ran to the door in excitement… and stopped there.

Instead of the 50 years old woman he expected, next to his mom stood an attractive girl around 20 with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes and tanned skin. She wore a modest green sundress that reached past her knees and was held up by straps on her shoulders, covered by a light jacket. 

“Good evening, my name is Nicole Salter” she introduced herself sweetly “My aunt caught a nasty cold, so I volunteered to cover for her. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, not at all; if you’re half as good as Mrs Salter, everything will be fine” said Mr Mort before handing her several papers “Those are the house’s rules, what our son can and can’t do, his favorite foods and so on. Please take good care of him.”

“Don’t worry, I will” reassured Nicole “Have a nice trip.”

“Thanks” and with that, they were out of the door and into the car.

When the happy couple disappeared from view, the young woman turned to her charge and smiled “Now, let’s have some fun shall we?”

At first Tim was unsure about this new sitter; however she quickly proved herself an enjoyable company. They spent all afternoon playing and laughing at the park, something his parents rarely allowed (worried about germs, wild dogs, unsafe strangers and so on), and only came home for dinner at the demand of their grumbling bellies. Five minutes before nine, Nicole gave him a glass of warm milk and sent him to bed.

“But I’m not tired yet, miss Salter” pleaded the boy, wanting to test how much she was willing to stretch the rules “Can we watch a movie, pretty please?”

“Sorry, no can do” she answered gently “Besides, you need to regain your energy for tomorrow: I have so much already planned, you wouldn’t believe it!”

Tim accepted the decision with a resigned sigh and went to his room on the second floor, where he changed into a pair of pajamas; but as he put on the top, his hand knocked against the glass he had left on the bedside table and spilled it on the floor.

“Oh no!” he yelped at the mess “If miss Salter sees this, I’ll be grounded for the rest of the week!”

Okay, no reason to panic; he just had to grab some towels to clean up the mess and no one would know. Good thing the glass itself didn’t break. Silently stepping out of his room, Tim tiptoed down the stairs and towards the bathroom.

“Don’t worry Brianna, everything is fine” came Nicole’s voice.

Curious as to who his sitter could be talking to, the boy took a peek inside the living room and saw her putting a strange assortment of items on the table: itchy powder, chili paste, a slingshot, a bag of marbles, tacks, paddles, duct tape and some rope. Tim’s parents would throw a fit upon seeing that stuff.

“You sure the kid won’t cause trouble?” asked an unknown female from the phone, currently set on a chair in speaker mode.

“I gave him a double dose of sleeping pills; best case scenario, he’ll wake up tomorrow morning with the worst headache of his life” reassured Nicole, none of the previous sweetness in her words; she now sounded snotty and condescending “It’ll be easy peasy to make the brat believe he’s sick and keep him in bed the entire week.”

“Giving us free reign of his house for seven whole days” snickered the other girl “We’ll party, trash everything, steal what we can…”

“…and then blame it all on little Timothy, saying he tied me up for the entire time while he had the time of his life. With my goody-goody aunt’s reputation and the fake evidence I’m going to plant, no one will believe him.”

“Who knew all those fictions about kids capturing their babysitters would be so useful?”

“Like any adult could be dumb enough to be outsmarted by a child” scoffed Nicole as she laid a box of sewing needles among the other forbidden-to-possess items on the table. She would hide them around the house later “Well, I’m off to the shower; today has been quite tiring.”

Tim watched the evil sitter leave, gritting his teeth in anger; that woman had played him like a fool, he escaped her trap by pure luck. Or did he? She could still go through with her scheme and frame him, it’d be his word against hers and he was mature enough to know grownups don’t usually listen to kids. Even if he were to call his parents and warn them, they may think it a prank or something.

His only chance to save home and reputation, he decided, was to neutralize Nicole. And while she may be bigger and stronger, he had the element of surprise as well as a wide arsenal generously provided by Nicole herself.

Cautiously pressing his fingertip on a long needle to check its sharpness, Tim grinned “This is going to be so fun.”

Nicole whistled happily as she took a nice, hot shower, the water flowing on her nice, hot body. Her mind was running wild, fantasizing on her projecs for the next days; first, she would lighten the house of all its valuables; then buy that adorable lingerie her parents considered too indecent to wear; then organize a party with plenty of beer and cute boys…

Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear Tim quietly sneak into the bathroom and spray itchy powder on her sundress and frilly pink underwear, followed by a handful of tacks inside each shoe. Once that was done, he pointed the sharpest needle he could find at a slight bulge in the shower curtain and flushed the toilet.

“Yyyiiiiiiiiii!”

In an instinctive reaction to the suddenly cold water, Nicole took a step back from the showerhead and impaled her butt right on the needle.

“OOOWWWWW!”  

This time she jumped forward, smacked against the wall and bounced back; she grabbed the curtain to keep balance, only for it to rip off under the excess weight and get hopelessly tangled around her body.

“Wow, I didn’t think it would actually work” murmured Tim to himself before saying out loud “What was that about children outsmarting adults?”

“YOU?!” roared-gasped Nicole. She gasped again as his words registered and she realized that her plot had been discovered “What do you want?”

That was… a good question, actually: his initial plan had been to simply kick her out of the house, but what if she came back with her friend? Or worse, called his parents and told them a bunch of lies?

As he thought, Tim observed his trapped foe; the wet curtain had turned trasparent and was wrapped around the young woman like a second skin, showing everything her sundress had hidden before: long legs, a big heart-shaped butt, a flat stomach and two magnificent breasts, nipples poking out from the cold.

Even at twelve, he could feel his mouth water at the view.

It was decided then: she would remain a prisoner until the week ended, giving him all the time he wanted to have fun without overbearing parents to breathe down his neck. After that… well, he’d cross that bridge when he got to it.

“Your aunt once told me that the best way to discipline misbehaving kids is a good spanking” he told the captive sitter, rising a wooden paddle “I wonder if it works on grownups as well.”

Nicole stared at him in disbelief “You can’t possibly mean-”

Whack!

“Ow!”

The boy unleashed a quick succession of smacks, alternating at random between right and left cheek, admiring how they rippled and quivered after each hit. To protect her rapidly reddening butt Nicole rolled on the back, unintentionally providing him two new targets.

Whack!

“Ouch!”

This was even better: despite the clinging curtain her boobs bounced quite nicely, and Tim admired their swinging motion until it stopped, only to immediately receive more push from his paddle; all the sitter could do was roll over to switch target whenever one of them reached its pain limit.

Or so it seemed. Truth was, by constantly rolling Nicole had removed most of the layers wrapped around her. Tim was enjoying himself too much to notice.

At least until she grabbed his arm. “When I’m done with you, you’ll beg for a simple spanking” growled the now free Nicole. She basked in the look of fear and pain on Tim’s face as she squeezed hard enough to bruise.

Desperate, the boy used his free hand to jab the needle forward in hope of distracting her; by mere chance, the sharp tip landed on her breast.

“GYAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Tim was quick to seize the opportunity and wretch his arm from her grasp before running out of the bathroom, leaving Nicole to tend her abused bosom; anxious to get revenge, she didn’t take long and rushed to put on clothes and shoes, only to find her soles covered in tacks.

“OWOWOWOW!”

Nicole did an impromptu dance on the spot, hopping on one foot while holding the other in pain then twitching them up. With a furious snarl she kicked the sabotaged shoes away –wincing as she stubbed her toe- before trudging after the little twerp; as she walked aimlessly around the house, looking for any sign of him, she spotted more tacks littering the stairs.

“How cute, he made some traps” mocked Nicole as she carefully navigated the minefield on tiptoes, absently scratching herself “Fool, he practically admitted he’s hiding upstairs.”

Chuckling to herself, she easily reached the top step… and found Tim there, a loaded slingshot in hand. “Hello” he said, and shot her right on the forehead; Nicole wobbled for a second, then fell down the stairs on her butt and kept bouncing down, gathering tacks at each step “And bye-bye.”

“OUCH-OW-AWY-EEEEEEK-YEOUCH!” by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, her ass resembled a hedgehog with inverted spines, but she was too mad to care; without pause she ran upstairs again, just in time to see Tim’s door slam shut “I’ve got you now!”

When she entered the room, however, there was no one; Nicole searched every corner to no avail, even looking in the closet and under the bed, before concluding he must’ve left through the open window. She leaned out and peeked down at the yard, but saw no trace of him.

In that moment, the window sill slammed on her back.

“What the-” she tried to move but the window was stuck in place, trapping her upper body outside “How did this happen?”

“Quite simple, actually” Nicole was shocked to hear Tim’s voice come from behind her “I hid in an adjacent room while you were searching mine, then I snuck back in and locked you out” he eyed her big butt, still adorned with tacks “Well, for the most part.”

“But I saw your door move!”

“It’s called wind, genious. Why do you think I left the window open?”

Nicole threw a few blind kicks in anger, but the boy had wisely kept out of reach. She began sweating nervously at the situation she was in, unaware that her sweat was triggering a faster reaction from the itchy powder.

“Ok, let’s see if I remember your aunt’s lessons” Tim aimed his recharged slingshot and shot at the left buttock, making it ripple and quiver.

“Ow!”

Another shot. This time the pebble hit a tack and pushed it further in by an extra inch. Nicole jerked forward upon impact.

“OOOWWWWWWWWW!”

Delighted by the reaction, Tim started aiming specifically at the tacks; a few marbles were deflected by her flailing legs, but most landed on their targets.

Meanwhile, Nicole was desperately scratching herself; by now the itch had spread to her whole body, in particular breasts and ass; the latter of which she was unable to reach much to her chagrin. In fact, the only source of relief on that front were the marbles bombarding it!

With great effort of willpower, the sitter gave up on scratching and used both hands to push against the outer wall; little by little her bottom slid throught the window, followed by her legs.

She was free!

And also several meters high in the air. With a shriek of fear, Nicole plummeted to the ground.

Fortunately, a bush broke her fall.

Unfortunately, it was a thorn bush.

“YEEEEOOOOOOOOOUCH!”

Ten minutes later later, all spines and tacks had been removed; her butt hurt like hell and the itching was even worse than before, but she hoped to find some cream for that in the medical kit. Of course, first she had to deal with the little pest.

Slowly waddling to the front door, she was surprised to see it wide open. And upon walking in, even moreso to find the boy right there and waving at her cheerfully. Blinded by anger and pain she made a mad lunge for him, too lost in her ire to notice the marbles scattered on the ground until she stepped on them.

“Wwwaaaaahh!”

Arms flailing to maintain her balance, the evil sitter rolled all the way to the kitchen until she hit the lunch table and slammed violently on top of it; Tim took advantage of her dazed state to quickly tie her arms and legs to the four corners.

Immobilized by her own rope, Nicole thrashed and yelled furiously until an annoyed Tim stiched a piece of duct tape on her mouth; then he stared at his prisoner for a few moments. “I did it” he murmured, almost in disbelief “I actually took her down, and so easily too.”

“Mmmmph” growled Nicole, glaring as hard as possible at Tim as if hoping he’d spontaneously catch fire. He responded by lifting up the back of her sundress to playfully slap her abused and throbbing posterior; drunk on adrenaline and newfound confidence, the boy raised both hands in the air and yelled in triumph “WOO HO-”

“Nicole? Are you there?”

The scream got stuck in his throat; that voice, it was the same he heard from Nicole’s phone, her partner in crime! And he had no weapons left! Tim peeked from the kitchen door to inspect the new arrival; it was a young woman -Brianna, if memory served- around Nicole’s age with punk hair dyed blue, a yellow tank top and gray shorts that hugged her generous curves.

“You better not be looting the place without me” warned Brianna, looking around the paintings and furniture as if to evaluate how much it was worth “And why is the floor covered by marbles?”

“MMMMMPH!” shouted Nicole, catching her friend’s attention.

“Oh, you’re in the kitchen” Brianna headed towards them at a leisured pace, thankfully still unaware of her friend’s peril “Having the usual midnight snack, eh? Keep this up and you’ll get fat.”

Out of options, Tim resorted to a surprise attack; he hid beside the door, and the moment she walked in he reached out to yank her shorts down to the ankles, exposing a skimpy yellow thong. Caught off guard, Brianna tripped on her pants and faceplanted on the floor, he seized the chance to jump on her back, knocking any leftover breath out of her lungs. Brianna had no time to register the situation, let alone try to resist as Tim grabbed her wrists and coiled a generous amount of duct tape around them, then her legs as well.

“What- who- hey, you’re the brat who lives here! You should be asleep!” she yelled upon realizing what was taking place “You better let me go right now, because when my friend Nicole gets here she’s going to-”

“Mmmmmph” grunted said friend, desperately grinding against the table to relieve some of the itch.

“Nicole!?” Brianna gawket at seeing her accomplice captured, in particular the very red backside peeking from the table edge. She gulped and switched to a nicer tone “Err, maybe we can talk about this?”

“Sure” agreed Tim “For starters, I have a few questions: beside you, is anyone else coming over?”

“Of course, lots of people, but free us right now and I promise-”

Tim grabbed her thong and pulled upward with all his might.

“AYEEEEEEEEE!”

“Wanna change your answer?” said the boy, smiling sweetly while still holding up the thong.

“Ok, ok, it’s just us! When we heard your parents were leaving Nicole decided to act as your sitter and gain access to the house” Brianna explained quickly, driven by the fabric sinking between her asscheeks “After looting this place, we’d invite other friends to party.”

“But how did you know Mrs Salter would get a cold?”

“She didn’t, Nicole intercepted the babysitting request and lied about her aunt’s health to get the job.”

Tim scowled and slapped a buttock in anger; she tricked her own family? He may dislike his parents’s overprotective nature, but he knew they meant well and loved them anyway. He couldn’t even begin to think of a suitable punishment for her! 

But maybe… someone else could.

“Uhm, what are you going to do now?” asked Brianna, squirming in an attempt to remove the wedgie from her asscrack “Just so you know, my mom will notice if I’m not home by tomorrow.”

“Oh, don’t worry” grinned Tim “I have a few ideas…”

The next day, Tim was lazily watching TV in the living room when the front door opened.

“Hello, my boy.”

“Welcome back, Mrs Salter” greeted Tim “Did the shopping go well?”

“I told you to call me Sally” corrected the old sitter with a smile, holding two heavy bags “And yes, I have everything for my surprise meatloaf.”

“Wait, let me help” the boy immediately grabbed one of the bags, hoping it would earn him a double portion of her delicious meatloaf, and they carried the grocery down the basement.

“Oh, what about our guests?”

“Mmmmmmph!”

“Mmmh mmmmh!”

They turned to Nicole and Brianna, who stood next to the washing machine. Dressed only in their underwear, the duo was suspended on the hanging wire by their undies, feet barely touching the ground, arms and legs tied together, and duct tape covering their mouths.

“They’re fine” assured the boy, storing away the unneeded supplies and ignoring their muffled denials “This morning they seemed upset for some reason, but I got them to laugh it off.”

To demostrate, he started tickling the punk’s sides.

“MMMMMMHHH!” protested Brianna, squirming in her bonds in an attempt to evade his deft fingers.

 “What a good boy” Sally praised him and ruffled his hair affectionately “I’m glad I convinced their parents to let them stay here all week.”

“How could they refuse?” smiled Tim, moving to the blonde’s armpits “You’re the best sitter in the world.”

“MMMMMPH!” squealed Nicole as she momentarily lost her footing, digging her panties further between the still throbbing cheeks.

“Flattery won’t get you more meatloaf” warned the sitter, seeing right throught her charge “But you could win it in a game.”

“What game?”

“A spanking contest” smirked Sally “We each choose a victim- sorry, partner- and whoever turns her butt redder in ten minutes wins. Do you like it?”

Tim nodded eagerly, while the captives shook their heads frantically.

“Glad we all agree” Sally took out two wooden paddles and gave him one “Now, since I’m bigger and more experienced I’ll let you take Nicole; her butt is still sensible from yesterday, so we’ll be on even ground.”

They moved behind the two young women, paying no mind to their muffled pleas for mercy, and lifted the paddles.

“Ready? One, two, aaand three!”

SMACK

“MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPH!”

Best. Week. Ever.

Chapter Text

It was the first day of July as Dan Rowels sat on the bus, big blue eyes staring out the window in dejection, occasionally sweeping a blonde lock away from his pale face. A suitcase was stuffed under his uncomfortably hard seat, packed with a month’s worth of clothes and other basic necessities. 

An entire month at the Big Moose summer camp, away from TV, smartphones, tablets, and any and all kinds of civilization in general. How lucky was he?

Note the heavy sarcasm.

The passenger in the adjcent seat seemed to notice his depressed state, because he leaned sideways to give him a supportive pat on the shoulder “Come on, maybe it won’t be so bad this time.”

“Speak for yourself” Dan grumbled to the other boy “Why do we have to come here every summer? The whole reason they invented indoors was so people wouldn’t have to go outside! Besides, we’re 18 years old, for Heaven’s sake, so why don’t our parents just let us stay at home?”

“Because they want the house all to themselves?” all the joke earned was an unamused scowl “Listen, I heard they assigned some new counselors for the camp, so maybe it won’t be as boring as last year with Mr Wilbur.”

“He wasted an entire day trying to light a fire by smacking two stones against each other, and made us stand there and watch every single minute of it” pointed out a third camper, making the others shudder at the memory “Nothing could be worse than that.”

“Never say never” was Dan’s only response. He once thought the worst food in history was broccoli, until the dreadful time his mom decided to have pineapple pizza for dinner and he almost threw up his own stomach.

The ride turned from bumpy to very bumpy, signaling they were almost there; and sure enough, five minutes later the bus stopped in front of a large sign.

“Welcome to Big Moose, where fun is the norm and boredom is outlawed” read Dan in a mocking tone before resignedly grabbing his luggage and moving to form a line with the other campers. Himself included, there were eleven boys and four girls, all around his age and all sharing his annoyed expression “Seriously, what kind of braindead moron writes stuff like that?”

“A big moose?” suggested the same boy who’d tried to comfort him earlier.

Dan gave him a deadpan look “You’re a real comedian, aren’t you?”

“It’s a defensive mechanism; either crack jokes, or crack my skull on the first rock I can find. By the way, I hope we get along during our stay.”

“I hope we survive our stay” he sighed, staring at the surrounding area “Although, I seriously doubt it.”

The camp looked the same as last year: a few old, crudely patched tents to sleep, a wooden barrack to act as mess hall, another to keep the equipment, an infirmary, and a single outhouse so dirty they could smell it’s stench from twenty feet away. Nothing else; just mud, trees and mosquitoes for miles around.

“I’m already bored out of my mind. Too bad they can’t arrest me for that, at least jails have TV” Dan groaned “Ten bucks say I’ll start ripping off my hair before the day is over.”

“Hello, everyone!” came a voice from the side, so peppy it would’ve sounded more appropriate for a cheerleading team than a summer camp; especially this summer camp “We’re gonna have so much fun together!”

The blonde boy took a deep breath, preparing to lash out another sarcastic response at whoever had dared say such preposterous words. However the air got stuck in his throat when he saw her.

Or rather, them.

The first, the one who spoke, was a beautiful blonde with shoulder length hair and bright blue eyes; she wore jean shorts that stopped in the middle of her tanned thights, a tight red tank top and a big pearly smile.

The second was a cute petite girl with pearly skin and long brown hair in a ponytail, dressed in a blue miniskirt and a simple green shirt.

The third was a tough-looking muscular redhead wearing a green sleeveless shirt and jeans; she sported a dragon tattoo on her thick bicep and a huge scowl on her face, like she would rather be anywhere but here.

“It’s so nice to meet you all” continued the blonde “My name is Nicole Salter, the camp leader, and those are my friends and colleagues Lily” she pointed at the brunette, who gave a short wave and smiled shyly “and Rose” her finger moved to the redhead, who merely grunted “Starting today, we’ll be your new counselors.”

The rest of her welcoming speech flew right over Dan’s head; since the moment the young women (they had to be around 20 years old) had appeared, all he could think about were Nicole’s large breasts straining against her top, Lily’s long, mouthwatering legs, and Rose’s ample butt pressing on the back of her jeans.

He’d changed his mind.  

This was going to be the best vacation ever.

After the speech was done, all campers were split into three groups, each assigned to one of the counselors; Dan, along with four other boys, ended up with Rose. Together they marched to the two tents designated for them, and Dan was about to throw his suitcase into one when the redhead stopped him.

“What do you think you’re doing? This is the girl’s tent” she said, pointing at all the female belongings already scattered inside “You boys stay in the other.”

“But you’re the only girl in our group!” Dan protested “Besides, one tent is not enough for five people!”

“Not my problem; unpack your stuff and no more complains, or you can forget about lunch” Rose threatened “You have ten minutes, then we’ll begin our morning excursion in the forest. Now marsh.”

Dan had to bite his tongue to suppress an inappropriate comment. Instead, he tried to relax by focusing on nicer things, like revenge. Imagining multiple scenarios where the mean councelor ended up in unpleasant situations (the latest involved a swamp and several piranhas) kept him going for the first half hour of the hike, and he survived another half by walking right behind Rose to shamelessly ogle her bubbly butt as it bounced and jiggled with every step. But not even those deliciously quivering buttocks were enough to ignore his aching muscles for long, and by the second hour he was forced to swallow his pride and beg for a short rest.

His request was denied.

“We have to be back for lunch, and there’s no way I’m letting you brats ruin my schedule” the councelor announced without an ounce of compassion “Now shut up and keep moving. If you have energy to talk, you have energy to walk.”

Dan groaned; he was a smart boy, maybe the smartest in his class, but he and physical activity had never really gotten along. They had barely traveled a third of the journey, and his shirt was already drenched in sweat.

Luckily, one of the other campers took pity on his condition and asked to take a quick bathroom break in the forest.

“Oh, fine; just hurry up” Rose reluctantly conceded, sitting on a fallen hollow tree to wait for his return. To pass the time, she took out a smartphone and started fiddling with it.

A smartphone.

“W-wait a second” stuttered Dan, an incredulous expression on his face “I though electronic devices were forbidden at camp.”

“They are for you” the redhead glanced at him for a moment while still pressing buttons, and the corner of her lips twitched slightly in amusement at his almost craving look “We councelors need them for important stuff like- oh crap, those stupid ghosts killed my Pac Man! And I almost had the high score!”

At those words, something in the young boy snapped. Until that point his fantasies about payback on the redhead had been just that, fantasies; but now…

Dan opened his backpack and rummaged inside until he found the medical kit, then took out a small needle normally used for sewing wounds. Creeping behind Rose, he carefully aimed at her firm, supple, and totally oblivious posterior.

Poink

“OW!” the councelor jumped a few feet in the air, phone slipping from her fingers and inside one of the trunk’s many cracks. Rubbing her ass with a hand, she snarled at the group “What was that?!”

“A wasp?” suggested Dan with as much innocence as he could muster, barely stifling a laugh as he hid the needle behind his back.

“Ugh, nevermind that; I need my phone back, I still have to save my game.”

Rose circled around the tree until she reached the end closest to her device, laid bellydown on the ground and stretched her arm inside. No use, it was too far in. With no other choice, the redhead crawled into the tree up to her waist, fingers almost brushing the phone when she realized her large rear prevented her from proceeding any further; and she was so close too!

‘Wait, why didn’t I think of it before? I can simply send one of those brats, they’re much smaller than me!’

She moved back.

Or rather tried to, because her body didn’t move an inch.

Incredulity gave way to panic as she realized that the inner walls of the truck, covered in slick musk, offered no traction for her hands, while her legs had nothing to use to push herself out.

Simply put, she was stuck for good.

And the boys were quick to realize this as well.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you” offered Dan, much to the general bewilderment of his peers as they considered how badly she’d treated him until that point. Their surprise turned to amusement when the boy silently unfastened her belt before grabbing her pants and pulling. The garment slipped over her toned legs to pool around the ankles, revealing two huge, firm buttocks clad in hot pink panties decorated with frillies “Oops, sorry about that.”

“And here I thought she was the tomboy type” whispered one of the boys to his friends, who nodded in agreement.

“HOW DARE YOU!” roared the trapped redhead, stomping her tangled feet around in impotent rage “PULL MY PANTS UP RIGHT NOW!”

Holding back a snicker, Dan made a shushing gesture to the others as he took out the needle from before “We can’t, you just crushed a wasp nest and now they’re everywhere.”

“Don’t be stupid, I didn’t see any nest when we stopped her-”

Poink

“OW!” she yelped “What was that?”

“I just told you, it’s wasps” sighed the blonde boy in fake exasperation as he handed out a few spare needles to his fellow campers; together, they approached her large butt from every direction “Look out, there are more incoming!”

“WHAT?” she kicked around again, almost breaking Dan’s nose by accident.

“You should stop that” he suggested, carefully circling around her flailing lower limbs “You’re making them madder.”

“But-”

Poink

“OW!” she squeaked, but opted to listen and stay still.

Poink

“OW!”

Poink

Poink

Poink

“OOOWWWWWWWW!” Rose crieed and cursed, but otherwise didn’t move for fear of angering the insects even more; if she kept still long enough they were bound to get bored sooner or later, right?

Then something pinched her butt.

“YEOUCH!” she screamed “Now what?”

“There’s a stag beetle on your, erm, rear end; it’s seems to be fighting the wasps for dominance” lied Dan, giving another delightful pinch on her left buttock as his fellows randomly stabbed around it, giving the impression of a small war taking place right atop her hiney.

“Don’t just stand there, do something!”

“Ok” and he slapped her ass. Hard.

“OUCH!”

“Damn, missed it. Come on guys, give me a hand” he chuckled at his unintended pun “Or even both, I’d say there’s enough space here for everyone.”

When the fifth boy returned from his bathroom break, he found all his teammates vigorously slapping, pinching and stabbing a very curvaceous and very red posterior protruding from a tree.

“Uuuh, did I miss something?”

When the group returned to camp, several hours later, Rose ignored lunch and wobbled straight to her tent for a well deserved rest. Dan was trotting by her side, an incredibly large grin plastered on his face.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything? Bug repellent, a massage…” the boy asked, mostly teasing but also partly serious. He sure wouldn’t mind getting his hands on those juicy buns some more! “Really, if there’s any way I can help-”

“You’ve already done more than enough. Now I suggest you scram unless you want me to massage your nose with my fist” she growled before entering her private space and zipping the falds shut. Dan stood there for a moment, then took out his swiss knife and tinkered with the zipper so it couldn’t be opened from the inside. Next, he moved to the tent side and made a small tear to peek inside.

“Stupid bugs, stupid brats, stupid nature.” moaned the redhead as she lowered her pants and peeled away her panties to inspect the damage; her prided butt was covered in angry red marks from stings and pinches, and the spanking had left it as pink as her underwear. Stroking the damaged skin with a finger, she winced at the painful sensation it caused “I swear, if I never see another insect again it’ll be too soon.”

It was at this point that Dan, who until now had simply enjoyed the strip tease, grabbed a paper bag he had filled while in the forest. Inside, dozens of centipedes, ants and spiders wiggled in frantic search of a way out. The boy was more than happy to give them one… right through the rip he just made.

Rose was too concentrated on tending to her posterior to notice the small animals entering the tent; at least, until some of them began climbing up her legs.

Her terrified scream was heard all over camp. The redhead swatted everywhere, but no matter how much she slapped her skin she could still feel tiny legs crawl across her skin. The kid started laughing, but at this point she was far too hysterical to take notice of him as she attempted to leave her tent only to find the zipper jammed.

By the time help arrived, she had already fainted from overload of terror.

In the afternoon Rose locked herself in the infirmary, too scared to leave and risk stumbing into more bugs, so Dan and his group were added to Lily’s.

Their current activity: fishing.

The pale counselor had given each camper a fishing rod, a can of worms and some instructions on how to properly use them before they all marched to a ridge overlying the lake. Once there, she ordered her charges to stay closeby in order to keep a better eye on them and sat under a shady tree. So far, a much more promising start compared to the redhead’s attitude.

Then she started talking.

History of the camp, species of fish in the lake, cooking recipes… an overwelming stream of words that drowned any other sound and made even the slightest conversation impossible; when someone tried, she just spoke louder.

Finally, one of them had enough “Ma’am, could you-”

“Shut up!” she yelled, her shy demeanor vanishing to be replaced by a snobbish tone. The abrupt change caught the campers off guard, and all they could do was gape wordlessly as she continued to scold them “Can’t you see I’m bestowing my vast knowledge into your tiny minds? Have some respect for your elders, you ungrateful kids! Besides, if you keep talking the fish will get scared.”

A few campers gawked at the sheer ipocrisy of that last statement, but Lily didn’t seem to notice as she resumed her lecture. To make matters worse, her voice was so flat and boring that a couple boys had already fallen asleep, with many more soon to join if no one acted.

Dan chose to be that someone.

First he gathered the members of his original group; after the morning events they had started to see him as a leader of sorts, and listened carefully to his instructions before passing word to the others. There was no objection, especially after the counselor began to point out mistakes in their posture, the bait used, and a dozen other things no one cared about. Once everyone had their orders, he whisked his fishing rod behind him with much more force than necessary, sending the hook to snag the edge of Lily’s skirt. Before she could realize what was happening, Dan yanked the line back and ripped the garment clean off.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!” shrieked the woman, covering her lingerie with both hands. To the general surprise, it turned out to be a risquè black thong that barely hid anything at all. Her scream woke the dozing campers, who immediately proceeded to join the others in laughing at her.

“Quick, hide in the bushes!” shouted a girl. Without thinking, Lily hastened to obey and sunk her lower half into the foliage, only to discover it was poison ivy.

“WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” the councelor shot out of the bush like a rocket and jumped into the lake, hoping to alleviate the pain on her buttocks. It didn’t work, as she landed ass first on a shallow patch full of sharp rocks.

“OOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUCCCH!” Lily squirmed and splashed around, repeatedly trying to stand up only to slip on the wet rocks and further drench (and impale) herself “HEEEELLLLLP!”

At this point, Dan decided that was probably enough; surely by now the woman had learnt her lesson and would be much nicer and respectful in their regards, so he opted to be nice and give her a hand.

Oh, who am I kidding?

He snapped his fingers. At the command, all campers launched their lines at the woman’s flailing form, most of which hooked on her underwear.

“Pull her up” ordered Dan.

They did, and the wimpering counselor was literally lifted from the lake and up to the cliff until her red, irritated hiney was dangling in front of their faces, thong digging between her asschecks in the mother of all wedgies.

“Good job, you can let her down” Lily was unceremoniously dropped on the ground, right on top of their supply of fish hooks.

“OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”

“Oops, my bad” Dan apologized not-so-sincerely and rolled her over to inspect the damage; about a dozen small but sharp hooks were piercing her round posterior, it’s reddening skin a sharp contrast with her pale complexion.  

“Oohhh getthemout getthemout” she pleaded, rising to her hands and knees and pushing her booty up to his face. Despite not being as big or firm as Rose’s, it was still a magnificent sight for the assembled males, while the girls simply enjoyed the humiliation.

“Maybe we should nickname you Captain Hook” joked Dan, causing all of the campers to snicker.

“It’s not funny- OW!” Lily yelped as the first hook was removed, making her ass wiggle a little.  

Plink

“OUCH!”

Plink

“OW!”

Plink

“YEOW!”

“This would be much easier if you’d stop squirming” Dan commented “Ok, this is the last one.”

Plink  

“OWWWW!” she moaned for the last time, before sighing in relief “Glad that’s over.”

“Not quite” chuckled Dan “Guys?”

Two of the bigger boys lunged forward and grabbed a hold of Lily’s shirt, tugging it on both sides.

“EEEK! What are you doing?” her protests were in vain, as were the futile attempts to stand up and push them away “Let go of me!”

“If we don’t take off your wet clothes, you’ll catch a cold” one of them said in fake concern, a hand on her back to keep her in place “Pull harder Brad.”

“You got it Luke” replied Brad; and with that, both yanked with all their combined might.

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“KKKYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

In that moment Lily found herself with her shirt ripped apart to reveal a pair of modest but perky breasts contained in a simple black bra. Several boys ogled her surprisingly sexy figure without shame, and a few girls commented on how her underwear seemed more suited for Rose and viceversa and wondered if their wardrobe had somehow gotten switched -Dan’s original group had shown no qualms about sharing every detail of their previous adventure.

Of course, Dan had no intention of simply staring at her; sitting on a leg, he started rubbing his hands all over it.

“Stop it!” demanded Lily, summoning all her authority; which isn’t much when you’re half naked and with a red, sore and prickled butt pointed up for everyone to see.

“But you need to warm up” he objected innocently, his fingers fondling and squeezing a soft thigh.

Not wanting to be left out, Brad and Luke, who were still holding her down, also began to explore her curves, soon followed by everyone else.

When the group returned to camp and was asked how many fish they caught, Dan replied “Just one, but really, really fun to reel in.”

The second day found Lily joining Rose in the infirmary, a large ice bag on her butt. Finding herself out of options (and colleagues), Nicole had no choice but to take the entire camp group with her as they went canoing.

In an orderly fashion, the campers were divided into couples and each was given a canoe and two oars. Being an odd number, Dan ended up sitting behind the councelor herself.

Frankly, he suspected she’d done it on purpose to keep a close eye on him after hearing about his behaviour from Lily and Rose; but who cared? As long as she didn’t act rude or snobbish like the others he wouldn’t take action, and if she did he was already in a perfect position to intervene.

The trip started out nicely: the lake’s placid surface sparkled under the warm sun, looking as if it was made of shiny diamonds, and the only sounds were a couple birds chirping and the paddles rhytmically splashing as they hit the water. When the small crafts reached the exact center, they started to strip down to their swimsuits for a refreshing swim.

“Not so fast!” called Nicole sternily. Oh boy, trouble alert “You must wait three hours after eating before that.”

“What? But we had breakfast right before leaving!” protested Dan “Does that means we have to wait another two hours and a half?”

“That is correct” she confirmed, not an ounce of compassion in her voice.

“Than why are we even here? Shouldn’t we have just remained at camp and left later?” he complained “All there is to do here beside swimming is twiddle our thumbs!”

“The reason is simple” her expression turned from serious to nearly murderous, and Dan found himself scooting as far from her as possible in case she was planning to drown him “I know what you’ve done to my friends, and so I devised a proper punishment: we’ll stay here for the required time and even more, unless ALL of you sincerely apologize for your unacceptable behaviour so far.”

“But that’s not fair!" protested a random girl “Me and my group have been with you since the beginning of camp, we had no part in whatever happened to your coworkers.”

“Than this will help erase any possible idea for the future” the woman answered coldly, not looking the least bothered by the injustice of her decision.

Dan quickly weighed his options. The obvious solution would be to fake contrition and hope she bought it, but he refused to do so. It wasn’t just a matter of pride: Nicole and her fellow counselors were supposed to ensure the campers had a fun summer, and yet so far they’d done precisely the opposite. If anything, they were the ones who should beg forgiveness.

Well, Nicole had given a choice between punishment and apologizing; she never said it had to be their punishment.

And so, as the busty blonde argued with the others, Dan took out a small box from his backpack and opened it to reveal a large scorpion, collected in the woods right before their departure just in case something like this were to happen. Of course, first he corked the poisonous stinger for safety.

In a swift motion, he shook the box and sent its inhabitant through the air and right in the middle of Nicole’s ample cleavage, who was startled by the sudden impact “What the…”  

“Omygosh, you got a big scorpion in your top!” Dan fake-squeaked.  

“Eeeeeeeeeekkk!” she shrieked in terror, frantically shaking her large bosom in an attempt to fling it out. The boy leant forward and stuck his hand into the cleavage, pretending to search for the arachnid while in truth all he was doing was grope her magnificent tits.

“Oooooooohhhh” she moaned in half embarrassment, half pleasure “Moooorrreeeee- I mean, hurry and get rid of it!”  

All this movement was beginning to anger the scorpion, and he showed his irritatation by starting to pinch anything in range so it would stop moving so much.

“OW!” yelped Nicole as her breasts were brutally and repeatedly assaulted by the strong cheratinous tweezers “OWOWOOOWWWWWW!”

Taking advantage of her distraction, Dan tugged the back of her shorts and guided the scorpion right down the opening. Nicole stopped squirming and her eyes bulged out as she felt something crawl on her ass.  

Pinch, pinch, pinch went the sharp and powerful pinchers. 

“OUCH!” the counselor shot up to a standing position and grabbed her buttocks with both hands, wiggling and yelping as the pest in her pants kept pinching away. Almost losing her balance, she grabbed the edges of the canoe to keep from falling into the water as the scorpion continued his assault.

Pinch, pinch, pinch  

“YEEEEOOOOOWWWW!” she shook her fanny like a buckling bronco, trying to dislodge the uninvited guest “Don’t just stand there, help me!”

Dan, who until now had been distracted by her bouncing posterior, regained his senses at the prospect to continue his ‘disciplining’. Once again he grabbed Nicole’s shorts, unfastened the belt and yanked them down to her knees, exposing silky red panties. However, he was surprised at seeing the arachnid was nowhere to be found. Did it already fall off?

“Kyaaaaaaa!” squealed the blonde woman, unable to pull her pants up with both hands occupied keeping her balance “What do you think you’re- OWOWOW!”

Nevermind, apparently it had managed to sneak inside the panties by itself. What a smart animal, it couldn’t have done better if it was trained.

“SOMEBODY SQUASH THIS THING!”

“No problem” smirked Dan “Brad, Luke, it’s your turn.”

“Aye aye, sir” acknowledge the two boys, who by now had become his unofficial lieutenants. Being on separate canoes, they quickly paddled to move on each side of his craft, lifted their oars out of the water and aimed them at Nicole’s heart shaped booty, which was currently high up in the air and stlll wiggling. The arachnid was on the right cheek, a barely visible bulge on the fabric, so Brad got the first hit; with a mighty warcry, he swung his oar and hit the target on the first try.

Too bad it was the wrong cheek.

Whack

“OUCH!” shrieked Nicole at this new, unexpected assault.  

The vibrations from the collision sent the scorpion into a pinching frenzy as it traveled to the left cheek to fend off this unseen attacker, leaving the right one open for Luke to strike.

Smack

“YEEEEEEOOOOUCH!”

Pinch, pinch, pinch went the scorpion as he once again changed cheek.   

“WWWAAAAAAAAA!”

Smack went Brad’s paddle.

“OOWWW!”

Pinch, pinch, pinch went the scorpion.

“AAAAAUUUGHH!”

Smack went Luke’s paddle.

“AWWWWOOO!”

And so on. 

All too soon, her poor butt was so red the panties were almost invisible against the equally scarlet skin; you could practically feel the heat waves radiating from it. Dan, who had the best view from his angle, was filming everything with the phone he had ‘borrowed’ from Rose the previous day.

The poor arachnid was on the verge of exhaustion at this point, so he decided to cut his losses and exited via the undies’ left leg hole. As the critter finally crawled away, Nicole let out a sigh of relief.  

A premature one at that, because both Brad and Luke noticed as well and decided to deliver a parting gift; aka, a double paddling.  

Whack-a-whack

“AAAWWWWOOOUUUCHAAAAAGGHH!” the impact caused Nicole to stand up straight, so abruptly that the tight top was unable to contain the sudden strain from her well sized boobs.

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“What the… EEEEEEEEEEKK!” she screamed, trying to cover her red bra and panties at the same time.

“Look out, that scorpion is at your feet!” lied Dan; the councelor promptly started hopping in fright and stomping her legs around randomly, breasts bouncing in an erratic pattern. For the campers, this couldn’t possibly get any better.

Then the bottom of the craft, not built to hold jumping humans, crashed under her weight. Nicole sunk through the hole down to her chest, and while her big boobs made for an excellent cork she was left with both arms immobilized and her lower half underwater.  

The woman nearly passed out as her hot buns hit the freezing water. You could almost see steam rising from them.

By now the entire flotilla had collapsed into laughter, much to her indignation. “Get me out of here!” she yelled, futilely kicking her legs still trapped in the shorts.

“Sure, no problem” chuckled Dan “I’ll pull from here, someone dive in and push her up.”

Several campers immediately stripped down to their swimsuits and plunged into the cold water, swimming to reach the flailing legs and quivering bottom. Once there, they set to ‘help’.

“Ow!” yelped Nicole as her butt was pinched “Stop- ooohhhhhhh” she moaned as it was fondled “I don’t allow- hahahahaha” she laughed as her feet were tickled mercilessly.

Fortunately for her, the playful teens were soon forced to resurface for lack of oxygen.

Unfortunately for her, there were more then enough of them to take turns.

To make matters worse, Dan was sitting in front of her and happily groping her ample chest, sometimes adding a few slaps and pinches. He wasn’t even pretending to help at this point!

“You can’t do this!” protested the furious and humiliated counsellor “OW!”

“I will” he promised, his kind smile a sharp contrast with his exploring hands “Under a few conditions.”

“Conditions?!” she sputtered incredulously “What makes you think you have the right to- ooohhhhhhh.”

“First, if you’re allowed to use cellphones than we can too; second, no more boring activities, we’re here to have fun; third, you and your friends have to be nice to us.”

If there was one thing Nicole had learned from her previous jobs, it was to realize when she was beat. So, no matter how much she wanted to strangle the boy, the woman swallowed her pride and decided to cut her losses and give up… for now.

“Fine, I acce-hahahahaha- I accep-OWOWOW- I ACCEPT!”

“See? That wasn’t so hard” with one last squeeze at her boobs, Dan leaned out of the canoe and screamed “Alright guys, party’s over!”

“OW!” yelped Nicole.

“Oh right, they can’t hear me underwater” he realized “Well, I guess another minute of fun won’t hurt.”

“OW!”

“At least, not us.”

It was almost lunchtime when the small fleet returned and the poor councelor was finally freed from her predicament.

“I’m going to the infirmary” groaned Nicole, wobbling away on her frozen legs, her soaked pants dripping at each step. The only upside of the unplanned plunge was that her throbbing ass had cooled off, going from the previous angry red to little more than a hot pink.

Most of the campers were content to watch her leave and headed to lunch, quite satisfied for the day. Not Dan, who decided to keep an eye on the blonde and make sure she wasn’t planning any retaliation. She had given up a bit too fast for his liking.

Sneaking around the building, he tiptoed under one of the windows and took a peek. He was surprised to see not only Nicole, but also Lily and Rose present; shouldn’t they be healed by now?

“They got you too, huh?” smirked Rose.

“There’s nothing humorous about this” growled Nicole, slipping out of her pants and squeezing them above a metal bucket next to the door “We have to reassert our authority somehow, or it’s all over for us.”

“But how? There are too many of them to control with threats or bribes” asked Lily worriedly “Maybe we should just request a replacement and leave.”

“Agreed” nodded the redhead “I only took this job because it sounded easy and I could boss people around; this is not what I signed up for.”

“In case you forgot, our work contract states that we have to stay here until the end of the month; otherwise we’ll have to return all our advanced payment, most of which, may I remind you, has already been spent on new clothes” snapped the blonde, before a sinister smile appeared on her face “Lucky for us, I have a plan on how to salvage our situation.”

“You do? Come on, spit it out” encouraged Rose.

“We cut off the head of the snake.”

“Ew, that’s disgusting!”

“I think she means Daniel Rowels” clarified Lily “It’s pretty clear he’s the leader of those miscreants, so if we neutralize him the others will crumble like a house of cards.”

“That’s a great idea” conceded the redhead “But how are we gonna do that?”

“I’m… still working on it” admitted the busty counselor with a grimace. Remain an entire month at the mercy of a bunch of teenagers wasn’t an option for her: she still had nightmares about the week spent ‘babysitting’ that little brat Timothy. It had taken days for her butt to regain it’s normal color!

“I have something that should do the trick” Lily rummaged inside one of the medicinal cabinets and took out a small glass vial with a skull sign on it “This is a concentrated extract of poison ivy; a few drops in his water canteen, and it’ll cause a stomachache powerful enough to last the whole month. He won’t even be able to leave his tent, let alone harass us!”

“Man, that’s the nastiest, most sadistic thing I’ve ever heard” commented Nicole “I love it!”

“I’m in” smirked Rose, placing her hand in the middle of them.

Lily set her own hand on top of hers “Than tonight we strike.”

Nicole put her hand as well “And tomorrow, we rule Big Moose once again.”

‘We’ll see about that’ thought Dan, quietly moving away to rejoin his friends. They had some work ahead of them.

It was almost midnight when a trio of shadows emerged from the infirmary. Despite the lack of electric lights there was a full moon in the sky, allowing them an adequate visibility.

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“Ouch!”

Ok, almost adequate.

“Be careful, you dummy” hissed Rose “Do you want to wake up the entire camp?”

“It’s not my fault, some idiot left a bucket lying around” Lily whined and bent over to rub her stubbed toe.

“Hush you two” Nicole scolded them, gliding over the fact it was the bucket she had used to squeeze her clothes in and then forgot to put back in place. Instead, she pointed at Dan’s tent “There’s our target.”

The trio gathered in front of the tent. Rubbing her hands in gleeful anticipation, the redhead crouched to search for the zipper. “Hey, give me some light here” a beam of light shone on her “Thank you.”

“What are you doing?!” the blonde whisper-shouted “Lily, didn’t I say it was too risky to use torches?”

“But I didn’t bring one” answered the brunette, showing her empty hands save for the vial “See?”

“What? Than who’s- oh no…” with a rising sense of dread, the three counselors slowly turned around…

To face all fifteen campers, armed to the teeth with wooden branches, needles, paddles and other improvised weaponry. Every single one of them wore an identical smile that promised pain and suffering for the poor women. 

Gathering all her courage, Nicole stood to full height and berated them with every inch of confidence she could muster. It did nothing to hide the tremor in her voice “It-it’s past curfew, young men; put down those dangerous things and go back to sleep at once!”

Nobody moved.

“Come on, don’t be foolish” her tone was still fairly confident, but cracks were starting to form in it “This is madness!”

“Madness?” replied Dan “This. Is. SPARTA!”

A long moment of silence. Then, Luke raised an incredulous eyebrow at his leader “Seriously?”

Some red colored Dan’s cheeks. “Sorry, couldn’t resist” he mumbled in embarrassment.

“RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!” screamed Lily. Her words acted as a trigger, and the three women scattered in search of safety, dispersing into the night.

“AFTER THEM!” yelled Dan, and his followers split into groups to chase their escaping quarry.

Lily proved far too easy to catch up: being a full-fledged bookworm, running wasn’t really her strong suit. Brad’s group found her sitting under the camp’s flagpole, panting heavily. With a devious smirk, the leading boy silently snuck behind her; as soon as he was close enough, he reached into her skirt and tugged her thong skyward.

“EEEKKKKKKKKK!” the brunette squirmed to get back on her feet, but every time she tried Brad yanked her underwear further up, to the point of reaching almost over her head. He then attached her thong to the pole clips, jumped on the pulley and got to work. Lily was hoisted into the air, higher and higher until she reached the top, a dozen yards off the ground. There she dangled helplessly, screeching non-stop from her devastating wedgie.

In a burst of patriotism, Brad placed a hand on his heart, soon imitated by the others, and declared “Here and now, we pledge loyalty to your sexy undies. May they stay strong for years and years to come-”

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Thud

The entire group blinked simultaneously at the butt-naked and now unconscious figure that had just crashed in front of them, ass still pointed up. Brad sighed in disappointment. “These patriotic symbols aren’t what they used to be” he grumbled “Guys, go find another pair of underwear and hoist her up again.”

“Sir, yes sir!”

In the meantime, Rose was heading full speed towards the infirmary with the intention of barricading herself inside. As she was about to enter, the ground suddenly seemed to explode; something emerged from under her feet, wrapping itself around the redhead and yanking her several feet into the air.

In the darkness, she hadn’t seen the blanket spread right in front of the door, nor the ropes tied to its four corners.

For a few seconds she simply swung back and forth, too bewildered to react; then she began thrashing inside the fabric, not only to get out, but also because it was full of bugs!

“SOMEBODY HEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Luke and his team gathered below the sack, laughing at how it squirmed; then the leader took out a swiss knife and carefully cut a flap around the lower bulge. In one quick motion the flap ripped open to reveal Rose’s booty, which promptly fell through the hole and bounced up and down for a moment before just hanging there nice and exposed, almost like a fancy chandelier… or a very big pinata.

“Alright troops” called Luke “Present-arm!”

The others showed him their weapons: a couple paddles, a branch and a few needles.

“Take aim!”

All items were pointed at the wiggling target, which so far had been too focused on the bugs to pay them any mind.

It didn’t last long.

“Fire!”

“YYYEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUCH!”

Nicole was crouched behind a canoe, typing frantically on her phone to call for help and cursing the low reception. “Forget the contrat” she muttered, trying to connect to her boss, the hospital, the police, heck even the army if possible! “I’m getting out of here, now.”

Her hope of salvation turned out to be her downfall, as Dan saw the phone light and realized where the last counselor was. Sneaking behind her position, he pulled out a lighter and clicked it, a small yellow flame forming an inch from her backside. Nicole started sweating from the strange warmth, but figured it was just nervous sweat… until her shorts caught fire.

“WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” she screamed, running around in a panic as her posterior became engulfed in flames, with her top following soon after.

“Quick, take off your clothes!” urged Dan, struggling valiantly to keep his laughter under control; not that she would’ve noticed either way.

Without giving it a second thought Nicole tore her top and shorts off, but her red panties were already singed and beginning to smoke. Being the nice guy he was, Dan stepped forward to give her a few hard spanks, which did nothing except spread the embers even further.

Just then, a couple of girls approached them carrying a large barrel filled with water; the councelor didn’t hesitate in jumping buttfirst inside, and a sizzling sound immediately followed her backside’s immersion.

“Hhhaaaaaaaa” she moaned in relief “Sooo much better.”

“I’ll say” agreed Dan, eyeing in appreciation her heaving chest as it strained against the tight bra. Nicole attempted to cover her breasts; however her arms had been patting her butt before the jump, and were now stuck in the barrel with it “HOW DARE YOU!” she yelled, struggling to pop out of her wooden prison.

“Hey, don’t blame me” protested the boy “You did it all by yourself.”

“Get me out of this right now, or you’ll be in so much trouble!”

Dan shook his head in disbelief; hadn’t she learned anything from their lake excursion?

Looks like it was time for another lesson.

The bus doors opened with a mechanical hiss, and the depressed campers slowly trickled in the vehicle.

“Why the long faces?” asked the driver “Was it so bad?”

“On the contrary, this was the best month of our lives” sighed Brad “We’re just sad it’s over.”

“I see; but hey, there’s always next year” the man made to close the door, only to be stopped by another teen “Is something wrong?”

“Sorry, there’s a passenger still missing” explained Luke “Can you wait a few more minutes for him?”

“Fine” he conceded “But he better hurry, I still have to go collect the next batch of campers.”

Meanwhile, Dan was saying his goodbyes in the kitchen barrack “I can’t believe how fast time flew, it feels like just yesterday when I first got here. I hope we’ll meet again someday.”

“MMMMMH!”

“MMMRRH!”

“MMM MMMH MMMMMMPH!”

A gagged Lily was hanging from the ceiling in her underwear, arms and legs connected to a beam by rope; a fishing line was hooked on the back of her panties and, after passing through a rudimentary pulley system, reached a large bucket. The campers had spent numerous evenings lazily throwing stones into it, each one increasing its weight: the heavier it got, the harder it pulled her undies up. Right now it was filled to the brim with heavy rocks, creating a wedgie so powerful her panties were almost twice as tall as her “I’ll miss tickling you for hours until you swore to never bore us again with your ‘educational stories’” he sighed, brushing a finger under her armpits to elicit one final squeak of laughter. Then he added another stone just for the heck of it before moving to the next girl.

An equally underdressed Rose was bent over a table, ankles secured to its legs and arms tied behind her back; this position caused her already big butt to look even bigger. Dan flicked one of the many dull arrows embedded in it during archery day and never removed, earning himself a loud yelp through her gag “I’ll miss sticking centipedes and worms in your underwear.”

Last but not least, Nicole was lying stomach down on the floor; her ankles, elbows, knees and wrists had been tied to each other and then connected together by one more rope to create a strict hogtie “And of course, I’ll miss your tickling, spanking, fondling, groping, squeezing, kneading, pinching… well, you get the idea.”

“Mmmmrr” growled the blonde counselor, struggling for probably the hundredth time against the ropes; like the other 99th times, it only served to tire her up more.

“I know, I’m sad too” then he smiled “So I brought you a little something to remember me by.”

Nicole tensed, expecting one last pinch or spanking; what she didn’t expect was for him to take out a familiar vial. “Remember this? You were planning to make me drink it the night of our canoe excursion” his smile widened as all color drained from her face “I thought it’d make a nice farewell gift, wouldn’t you say?”

“Mmmmmh!” she pleaded, shaking her head fearfully “Mmmmmmmmmmhhhh!”

“Glad you agree” pulling back the edge of her underwear, the boy dumped the bottle’s content on her already plenty damaged butt. Not even a second later, the skin turned from hot pink to an alarming searing red color.

“MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHH!” Nicole went into a full thrashing fit, twisting and turning in every possible way in a futile attempt to escape the torment “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHH!”

Adding insult to injury, Dan bent forward to place a soft kiss on her forehead before stepping out of the building. As he walked to the bus, he took a final look at the three counselors’ identity cards, specifically their addresses; to his never-ending delight, he discovered some time ago that Nicole lived not far from him. Who knows, maybe he could pay her a surprise visit in the future.

He was sure she wouldn’t mind.

Chapter Text

“Who taught you how to drive, you moron! You’re slower then my grandma, and she’s on a wheelchair!” yelled Rose, slamming her fist on the horn as she sped around the slower moving vehicle, glaring out the side window as she passed it.

“Please Rose, stop yelling at that poor old man. He looks so decrepit it’s a miracle they let him drive at all” Lily laughed nastily from the passenger seat, trying to cover the tremor in her voice as the car raced through the street at neckbreaking speed, heading to Nicole’s home for their planned sleepover “Still, why are you in such a rush? It’s barely 7°pm. We’ve got all night to gossip, pig out on junk food, and paint each other’s toenails.”

“It’s not that” said the redhead, choosing to not comment on the toenail painting comment. They both knew she pretended to hate girlish things in order to keep her tomboy reputation, but actually loved them. It didn’t mean she appreciated the reminder “Nicole’s aunt made her famous meatloaf yesterday, and I bet there are still some leftovers left in the fridge. I’m not letting Brianna eat it before me again!”

Lily stared at her friend in stunned silence. After taking a few seconds to compose her thoughts, she asked “Let me get this straight. You are hurling us down this freeway at a ridiculous speed, ignoring signs and traffic lights alike and risking both of our lives, just so you can eat some meatloaf?!”

“Damn straight” Rose replied nonchalantly “Mrs Salter’s meatloaf is the end of the world. You haven’t lived until you’ve tasted it.”

Lily shook her head in disbelief and looked out the window, watching the rows of houses zoom before her eyes as their car flew past the dark suburban neighborhood before finally reaching its destination. Passing by a convertible parked in front of their friend’s house, Rose scowled upon recognizing the vehicle.

“I knew it, Bri is already here! That punk is probably up there stuffing her face with my meatloaf as we speak!”

“The sooner you go find a parking space, the sooner we can go in and learn the fate of your precious food” said Lily mockingly.

The redhead groaned in frustration and went further down the road until she successfully located a free spot several hundred yards from the building. Hopping out and grabbing her bag out of the trunk, she dashed towards the house without even waiting for her friend, burst into the apartment and shouted “Hands off my meatloaf!”

“That girl’s got issues” Lily muttered under her breath as she followed at a slower pace. She found her three friends in the dining room. Nicole was standing between Brianna and Rose, and was currently in the process of reassuring the latter.

“Chill, Rose. Nobody ate anything yet” she assured “We didn’t want to stuff ourselves and fall asleep too early, there’ll be time for that later” turning to the latest arrival, she changed the subject “So was traffic bad?”

“The traffic? No. Rose, on the other hand, has to be the craziest driver I ever rode with. She almost gave me a heart attack, and we nearly wrecked the car three times!”

“Jeez, Lily, you always overreact to everything. Your problem is you can’t take risks” rebuked Rose in defense of her driving.

“Well at least I know I’ll get to where I’m going in one piece” Lily shot back. She unzipped her overnight bag and took out her PJs “Nicole, do you mind if I use the bathroom to change?”

“Go ahead. Try not to take half an hour in there, though. You don’t have to make yourself pretty for a boy.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re always beautiful. Especially with these clothes” laughed Lily as she disappeared into the bathroom.

It was true, the blonde’s outfit was the epitome of seductiveness. A tantalizingly short blue jean skirt hugged her wide hips, her cropped red and white checkered blouse was knotted in the middle just below her billowing bosom, a lacy white bra peeking through the top of the shirt and her toned belly on display below it.

“Alright, I’m going to change too” Rose grabbed her own bag, not even bothering to ask for privacy. Unfastening her belt, she cast it onto the floor and slipped the pants off, then the shirt. Removing her sexy lace bra and panties, she reached for a more comfortable pair of white cotton underwear and slid them up her supple legs followed by a tight set of white yoga pants. Pulling a matching white bra around her generous C-cup breasts, she grabbed a cropped blue tank top and threw it on.

“Not bad” Brianna nodded appreciatively. She was wearing a pair of yellow skin-tight, low-rise jeans, the straps of her black thong exposed at the hip. Her white cotton t-shirt was cropped short to reveal her toned midriff and cut low enough to show off her cleavage.

“Thanks.”

Nicole elbowed the two. “Hey girls, check this out” she said, pointing at the returned Lily. The girl was wearing a green and white t-shirt with her favorite football team logo emblazoned on the front. Her black yoga shorts clung tightly to her skin, accentuating her curvy ass and exposing most of her long, smooth legs.

Rose whistled, impressed at her friend’s boldness “Way to go, girl. I take back everything I said about you not taking risks, those shorts are definitely risquè.”

“I forgot to pack any more shorts, so these are the only pair I have” she explained “That is, unless you’d prefer me to walk around in my underwear.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Rose!”

“What? You’re adorable and you know it.”

“Say, where are your books? I thought you didn’t go anywhere without one” joked Nicole. The blonde had always enjoyed teasing her friend about being such a bookworm.

“You know, just because I like reading doesn’t mean I’ve got my nose in a book twenty-four seven” rebuked the petite girl, annoyed.

“Yeah right” scoffed Rose “You’re almost as lame as Bri.”

Brianna elbowed her in the ribs "Who you calling lame, moron."

Rose elbowed her back, much more forcefully "Who you calling a moron, loser."

The punk girl gave her a sneer "Oh yeah? Well this loser is about to kick your sorry rear end!"

“Ha! You and what army?”

Brianna leapt at Rose and threw her to the ground. The redhead was ready for this and easily threw her off before wrapping her in a headlock, grinning like a wolf about to bite down on the prey.

“That’s enough!” Nicole dove for the girls and pulled Rose off "You can't start fighting again! I still haven’t replaced all the forniture you broke last time!"

"Calm down, we're not fighting. We're competing."

"Competing? What for?"

"Duh! To see who's the toughest!" Rose boasted.

"Which we both know is me" Brianna countered.

"No, me."

"Me!"

"Me!"

"ME!"

"Enough!" yelled Nicole. Her patince was already running low, and it hadn’t been five minutes yet "You can't keep going like this! If you two want to compete so badly, do it already so we can go back to our sleepover."

Rose frowned, but she knew Nicole was right. Talk was cheap, it was time for action.

"Alright Bri, what game do you want to lose at? Arm wrestling, tag, juggling? Doesn't matter what it is, I'm gonna win."

Nicole and Lily also turned to face their friend, curious at what she had in mind.

Brianna kept a straight face, but on the inside she was sweating buckets. Despite her earlier boasting she knew that Rose was by far the strongest in their little group and could win any contest involving speed or strenght. To beat her friend, she needed to go with a test they were both on equal terms, like endurance. She just had to find the right game.

"Some time before next year, if you don’t mind."

"I’m thinking, I'm thinking!" her eyes darted around the room, searching for something, anything she could base the game around. A sofa, a table, a potted cactus…

"Aha!" she shouted in triumph "I know the perfect game to play, and you're totally going down!”

“Pfft, yeah right” Rose humphed "Say it already, so I can get on with kicking your butt."

Brianna made an evil grin. "Funny that you mentioned my butt. See that cactus over there?" she pointed at the bulbous plant. It was round, roughly the size and shape of a soccer ball, with wicked sharp needles sprayed out in a circular pattern "The game is to see who can sit on it the longest. First one to bolt loses."

The girls’ eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Are you nuts?” Rose screamed “You want to sit on a cactus? I don't want any needles going up my ass!"

"That does sound pretty painful” agreed Lily “And dumb. Mostly dumb.”

Despite the protests, Brianna wasn't budging.

"Eh, whatever. I shouldn't be surprised. You always were a softie."

Rose's eye twitched "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You were always a little baby whenever you got hurt. You may act tough, but we all know how girly you are inside. I bet you wouldn't last a minute."

"I don't act tough, I am tough!”

"Than prove it."

Rose gulped and turned her head to the plant. The needles glinted menacingly in the light, and seemed to grow longer and sharper the longer she stared at them. Just imagining sitting on them shot spikes of pain up her rear end, but she couldn't back down. Her pride would never allow it.

"Alright, you're on! First one to jump off loses! Nicole, you’ll be the judge."

"… fine." Nicole sighed. This wasn’t how the sleepover was supposed to go. Still, it may be fun to watch.

"Very well, Bri. May the best girl win."

"Thanks, I will."

The two contestants stared down at the cactus. The long and seemingly endless needles spiraled around the plant in multiple rows, from the top to the base, like teeth ready to sink into their vulnerable flesh.

A shiver ran up the girls' spines. Brianna briefly considered dropping the game, but sucked in her apprehension. She wanted to impress her friends, show them how cool she was. Besides, Rose’s butt was almost twice as large as hers, which meant a lot more space to sting, which meant she already had a big advantage. This game was in the bag!

She hoped…

"Ready?" asked Lily.

The punkette gulped again "O-of course."

"Rose?"

“S-sure.”

Nicole sat on a chair and crossed her legs, looking at them in a mixture of pity and excitement.

"I'm ready to watch the tushy torture" she announced “Kinda wish I had some popcorn.”

The quarrelers gave each other a nod and turned around. Their hindquarters hung over the cactus, each derrière covering half of the plant.

"On my signal, drop your ass down. On your mark…"

Rose closed her eyes.

"Get set…"

Brianna took one last deep breath.

"Go!"

Both girls lowered their behinds and dropped the full weight of their body on the cactus, the pins immediately plunging into the soft rumps through the thin fabric of their clothes.

Brianna quickly realized she had overestimated the toughness of her rear. Her bottom was ablaze with stings, each needle pulling her flesh taunt and tight; not enough to break the skin, but certainly bruise it. She concentrated on not yelling, instead keeping her mouth open in a silent scream.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Rose, on the other hand, opted to release her pain out loud. The spikes drove into her butt, poking and prodding her in countless points. She squirmed in discomfort, which unfortunately shifted her weight further onto the cactus.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!” she howled again. The surface of her ass burned with pain. Her eyes began to water and her voice went up several octaves “That hurts, that hurts so much!"

Brianna shifted attention from her aching ass and turned to look at her rival. By the sound of it, Rose was worse off than her. Maybe she could convince her to quit.

"You're not looking so hot there. Wanna give up? I won't blame you if you do."

Rose sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes. Oh, how she wanted to accept the offer! Her pride, however, refused to admit defeat.

"No… no way. This is nothing. I can take this and more, no prob."

Nicole watched the girls squirm on the cactus. It had been kind of fun in the beginning, but now she was getting bored. So she offered a ‘helpful’ opinion to make the contest more exciting.

"In that case, why don’t you try wiggling your butts?"

The pupils in the girls' eyes shrunk into tiny dots. They exchanged a look, silently begging each other to give up.

"Well, I would, but there's no need too” bluffed Rose “Bri's gonna reach her limit pretty soon, so I'll win anyway."

Brianna fought through the pain and retorted "You kidding? This is child’s play. Just watch!"

‘Why do I do these things’ she bemoaned. She had dug her grave, and now she had to lie in it. She closed her watery eyes and swirled her rump in small circles. The movement exposed more flesh to the needles, sending new waves of agony through her. She made a tiny 'ow' and 'ouch' with each rotation.

Rose cursed under her breath. Now that Brianna had risen to the challenge, she had no choice but to follow suit. She began grinding her rear on the cactus, the motion removing some needles while adding more at the same time. The alternating of pain and relief sent shockwaves through her. Sweat poured down her face, the stinging taking a toll on her muscles. She grit her teeth hard, but didn't stop rubbing her behind on the plant.

"Hmm…" Nicole murmured in amusement "You're both still tied. We need to do something drastic, something sure to break one of you. But what?"

The blonde scratched her chin as she pondered. What else could they do? A lightbulb flickered over her head and she grinned diabolically. She shifted over to Brianna’s side. The punkette had her eyes screwed shut, too focused on enduring her self-inflicted torture to notice her approaching friend.

"Hey Bri~" Nicole sing songed.

"W-what?"

"Catch me!" she launched herself into the air, spun around and landed directly on Brianna’s lap. The fall pushed her butt all the way into the cactus, so far her bottom was touching the green surface.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" she shrieked. The new surge of pain pushed the poor girl to her limit. She jumped off the plant and landed on the ground, her thorn covered rear in the air.

"Why?" she shrieked through the tears, holding her abused bottom like it was her firstborn "Why would you do that to me?"

"To take this challenge to the final level. If you can take me landing on you and still stay on the cactus, you'll be the undisputed winner” Nicole gazed at Rose, who had watched the ordeal in shock, and smiled widely at her “Speaking of which…"

“Oh no, don't you dare-"

Too late. Nicole leapt in the air again, landing square on the unprepared redhead. Rose roared in pain as the extra weight pushed her posterior down on the cactus. Like Brianna, she hopped off the plant and landed face first on the floor.

"Congratulations, it's a tie!” clapped Nicole “You're both the toughest of them all!"

“Or the dumbest” Lily muttered under her breath.

"Come on girls, enough monkeying around!” pleaded Brianna “Take the thorns out already!"

Nicole reached over and grasped a needle lodged in Brianna's tush. "Whatever you say, Bri." And she yanked it out.

Pluck

"OWWWW!"

"My turn" said Lily, reaching out to Rose’s posterior.

“Be careful, please.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be as careful as you are when you drive.”

“Thanks… wait, I’m never careful when-”

Pluck

“OOOOWWWWWW!”

A long plucking later…

“Not that watching the two of you bicker wasn’t fun, but I’m getting bored again” said Lily after the last needle had been removed “Let’s do something else.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve cacti” grumbled Brianna, holding an ice pack to her butt “What do you suggest we do?”

“Oooh, I know” blurted out Rose as she very gingerly sat on the sofa “How about we play a friendly game of truth or dare?”

Lily groaned in displeasure “You know I hate that game.”

“Oh come on, you know us!”

“That’s the problem.”

“Hey!”

“I don’t know, it still sounds kinda boring” Nicole racked her brain for a couple of seconds, until another idea popped into her head “Unless we make it a little more interesting.”

No one liked the look on her face. “What do you mean by ‘interesting’?” asked Brianna tentatively.

“We could play truth or dare all night, but unless there’s some kind of penalty for losing, no one’s going to take it seriously.”

“You mean like a wager?”

“More like a punishment, but yes. Wait right here…” Nicole hopped off the couch and ran down the hall towards her room. Soon after she was back with a large bag and poured the contents on the floor. The other girls gasped at the pile of items: unopened rolls of tape, rubber balls with leather straps running through them, leather cuffs, and at least a dozen coils of black silk rope varying in length.

“Why do you have all this stuff?” asked Lily warily.

Nicole flushed in embarrassment “Well, in the last few months I’ve been trussed like a turkey more times then I care to count. So I decided to train myself in the art of escapology in case it happens again.”

Rose hummed in approval “That’s pretty smart, but what does it have to do with us?”

“It’s for the wager” explained the blonde “Now here are the ground rules. Since we know pretty much everything about each other, and because it’s more fun this way, we will only choose dare. If you fail to perform the dare, you will spend the rest of the night bound and gagged however the person who dared you sees fit. How does it sound?”

The three guests exchanged glances, none of them appearing to be very thrilled with the proposal. So Nicole upped the stakes “Also, the winner gets my aunt’s meatloaf.”

“I’m in!”

“Thank you, Rose. Brianna?”

“… what if someone comes in while we’re tied up and helpless?”

“Not possible, auntie will be out the entire weekend and I locked all doors and windows. No one is getting in.”

“Mmmh… ok then.”

Lastly, Nicole looked at the last member of the quartet “What’s it going to be, Lily?”

The bookworm sat silently as she stared at the pile of bondage equipment in unease. All she wanted was a quiet evening of watching television and gossiping; was that too much to ask?

“Refusing to participate equals a forfeit” warned Nicole threateningly.

“Ugh, fine.”

Rubbing her hands together like a chichè villain, the grinning blonde turned to Rose “Alright, since it was my idea, I’ll go first.”

The redhead tensed.

“Rose, I dare you to…” Nicole looked around the circle, trying to think of something good. Glancing over at the petite girl beside her, she grinned “I dare you to kiss Lily on the lips for thirty seconds.”

“What?! I’m not going to do that!” cried Rose, crossing her arms. The redhead had never been intimate with another girl, and wasn’t about to start tonight.

Lily’s only response was to squeak and turn tomato red.

“Jeez, it’s not like I’m asking you to marry her” teased Nicole “Are you really gonna chicken out in the first round?”

Rose glared at the jab, and Nicole smirked. She knew what buttons to push to make her hot-tempered friend dance to her tune. Lily knew it too and sent a pleading look at them both, desperately shaking her head.

“Well, it’s just a little kiss after all” reasoned Rose, trying to convince her friend “She didn’t even say to use tongue. All we have to do is sit here and press our lips together for thirty seconds.”

“But…”

“Do I have to hold you still?”

Lily paled; she had no chance in a physical confrontation, and they both knew it. Mustering up all the courage she could find, she crawled over to Rose and sat in front of her. Closing her eyes, she puckered her lips and leant forwards. But when there was less than an inch to go she shook her head and backed away, face as red as her friend’s hair “No, I can’t do it!”

“It seems you lose, Rose.”

“No fair, it wasn’t my fault!” protested Rose. She made as if to grab Lily, who squealed again and hid behind Brianna.

“Sorry, but rules are rules: you don’t complete the dare, you get the ropes” gloated Nicole “Now, how should I tie you up?”

Rose watched nervously as the blonde moved over to her supply of restraints and dug through the pile. She cringed as she saw her hands grasp a roll of duct tape.

“Oh, I almost forgot” Nicole ran into the kitchen and came back with an unopened box of plastic wrap “Okay Rose, I want you to stand right here in front of me.”

As the redhead reluctantly walked over and stood where she was told, the blonde pulled a roll of plastic wrap out of the box.

“Okay, now put your legs together and keep your arms down by the sides.”

“What are you planning to do?” asked Rose suspiciously.

“Yesterday I watched a documentary about mummifications in ancient Egypt, and it got me curious.”

“You mean…”

“Exactly” Nicole began to wind the plastic wrap tightly around the girl’s legs, overtop her white yoga pants. In less than a minute she had already made it to the hips. Brianna watched and giggled as her friend was gradually covered in the clear wrapping, while Lily winced in sympathy.

“This isn’t what I thought you meant when you said we’d be tied up!” whined Rose.

“Really? What did you think I was going to do?”

“I thought you’d just tie my hands and feet with rope or something simple like that” Rose squirmed as the wrapping reached her shoulders.

“Oh come on, that’s amateur bondage. Besides, you’ve faced far worse.”

“That doesn’t mean I liked it!”

“Well, I do. It’s nice to be the one doing the tying for a change” tearing off the extra plastic wrap and smoothing it down on top of her shoulders, she turned to Brianna “Toss me that roll of duct tape.”

“Whoa, isn’t this enough?!” asked Rose as her friend tossed Nicole the silver roll.

“I told you that I was going to mummify you.”

“You already have!”

“The wrap is just an extra layer to protect your skin and clothes from the duct tape. So really, you should be thanking me” Nicole started to plaster the tape around her captive’s legs, covering the initial layer of plastic wrap.

The redhead gulped as the tape rose to her arms “You don’t expect me to spend the entire night like this, do you?”

“Your problem, not mine” Nicole picked up the pace, quickly reaching the top of Rose’s breasts before she ran out of tape “Darn, I need another roll.”

“Seriously, this is enough!” Rose glared at her and tried to burst out of the cocoon, but even using all her strenght she could barely wiggle her fingers.

“Just relax, we’re almost there” Nicole applied duct tape to her shoulders, completing the mummification. Then she laid a finger on her nose and casually pushed her down.

The captive yelped as she fell on the floor, landing on her already throbbing posterior, and gave a more heated glare “Are you done?”

“Almost, all that’s left is the gag. We don’t want you interrupting our game with your complaints. Now let’s see, I’m not sure if tape will be enough to keep you quiet” turning her gaze to Rose’s feet, Nicole got a burst of inspiration “Say, Lily, has she been wearing those socks all day?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Can you grab them for me?”

“What?!” cried the redheaded mummy. She had a feeling she knew where this was heading, and didn’t like it one bit “You’re not serious, are you?”

Lily giggled as she pulled off her friend’s shoes and socks. Handing them over, she grinned at Rose “Sorry, but this is too much fun. Consider it payback for your driving.”

“Just you wait until I get free, then I’ll show you some real fun!”

“Open wide.”

“No, wait, wammmmphhh!” the sweaty socks were shoved deep into her mouth before Rose could plead any further, the disgusting stench dancing on her tongue. Nicole grabbed the roll of tape and wrapped a long strip around her head tightly to keep them in. The foreign objects filled her mouth, causing her cheeks to billow. She struggled mightily underneath the double layer of duct tape and plastic wrap, but the only thing she could move below her neck was her feet sticking out at the other end, helplessly wiggling back and forth.

Finishing the gag, Nicole stood up and admired her handywork “Not bad for my first mummification. What do you think girls?”

Lily snorted as she watched Rose struggle mightily on the hardwood floor. After some hesitation Brianna joined her, admitting it was a pretty funny show.

“Hemmmph! Gemmpff meehh ummppfff!” screamed Rose. Rolling herself onto her belly, she tried to wiggle away like a worm, probably in search of something sharp to cut herself loose.

“Settle down, you’re not going anywhere” Nicole patted the redhead on her tape covered bottom, which still stood out prominently despite being severely squished under the thick layers. Easily dragging her back to the circle, she looked up at the other guests “Shall we continue the game?”

“Geemmpphh diifff mmffff meehhhh eennaahhh!”

“Okay, since Rose is a little tied up at the moment, I suppose I’ll take her turn” Nicole eyed the petite girl “Ready Lily?”

Lily didn’t need to ponder on it for long. One look at the redheaded mummy buckling on the floor, mumbling angrily into the smelly socks, was enough to show her what consequences a refusal would bring “Ready.”

“Oooh, I get to choose two dares in a row! I love this game!” Nicole clapped her hands together happily as she mulled over a good challenge “I got it. Lily, I dare you to tickle Rose’s feet for three full minutes.”

The bound girl gulped when she heard the dare. Having her feet played with, whether it be massaging, tickling, or even mere touching, was a nightmare for her horribly sensitive soles. Had her mouth been free she would’ve objected that she was technically out of the game and should no longer be involved in the dares; as it was, all she could do was send the other girls a pleading look.

“Alright, so how we gonna do this?” asked Lily enthusiastically, either missing or not caring for the silent plea. She sat on Rose’s legs, pinning them firmly against the floor. Simultaneously, Brianna straddled her back to prevent her from squirming away when the tickling began.

“Hold on a second” Nicole rummaged through Rose’s backpack and took out a long, thin object “We never get to tease her, so we should enjoy it to the fullest.”

“What is that?” asked Brianna, trying to hold her friend still as she wiggled underneath her.

The blonde looked at Rose with a sadistic look on her face, revealing an electronic toothbrush.

“Hmmmpphh?!” Rose’s eyes grew wide in horror as she realized Nicole intended to use her expensive toothbrush on her feet. Indignant and terrified at the same time, the girl started to buckle even harder yelling muffled obscenities as loud as she could “Nhhhhhh! Donmmmpph ouuuu darmmmeepph!”

Rose was not the only unhappy party as Lily also looked unhappy with the idea, feeling an unexpected surge of loyalty towards her helpless friend “You didn’t say anything about using a toothbrush. That’s cheating!”

“What’s the matter? I thought you were all for having some fun with her feet” taunted Nicole as she knelt down to offer the device to the girl.

“Hand tickling is one thing, but this is too much. You know how sensitive she is.”

“Are you refusing the dare?”

“No, but-”

Lily’s words were cut off as the toothbrush came to life, the distinct humming sound echoing through the living room. Nicole giggled as she waved the device in her hand, teasing her friend to take i.t “Don’t look so scared, I’m not going to force you into doing it if you really don’t want to” she said in fake sympathy “Of course, that would mean you’ll have to join her on the floor. And I already have so many ideas on how to tie you up…”

And just like that, loyalty went down the drain. Lily snatched the device so fast Nicole didn’t even see her move “I’ll do it!”

“Good girl.”

“I’ll keep an eye on the clock” spoke up Brianna, now having to use all her strength to keep her friend pinned down “The three minutes begin… now!”

Lily wasted no time placing the rotating bristles on the soft soles of Rose’s feet. As soon as she did, the restrained victim released a tumultuous laugh.

“HHHAHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHA!” she roared “HHHAHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!”

In between the raucous laughter, she begged them to stop. As before, she was ignored. In between her pleas and laughter, she felt the rotating bristles move in between her toes, sending her into fits.

“One minute down, two to go” announced Brianna, staring down at the wide eyes below her “How you doing there, dudette?”

“SHHOOOOOOWAHAHAAAA!” Rose thrashed around in a futile effort to dislodge her friends’ hold.

“One minute left! Hey, do me a favor and try not to faint, ok?”

“Grmmmphhh!” the tightly wrapped redhead growled as she continued to watch her toothbrush defiled on her own feet. She’d paid almost one hundred euros for the custom-made grooming device, and now it was ruined! She clenched her eyelids shut, her torture seeming like it had lasted almost half an hour already. The girl cringed as she felt the brush focus near the joint of her big toe.

“Three, two, one, and… done! Time’s up, Lily.”

The petite girl immediately sprang to her feet, dropping the brush like it was scorching hot, and gave her bound friend an apologetic look.

Rose sprawled out on the floor, panting as her heart raced wildly behind her flattened bosom, her toned body glistening with sweat underneath the wraps. Finally catching her breath, she glanced up and shot her torturers the harshest look she could muster.

The blonde walked over to her mummified host. Kneeling down beside her, she played with the girl’s crimson hair “Come on, it wasn’t so bad.”

“Ouuuu fummppheenn bifffhhh!” cried Rose. If her mouth wan’t so full, she would tear her friend a new one. Instead, she had to let her furious glare do the talking for her.

“Oh calm down, I’ll buy you a new toothbrush” offered Nicole, softly stroking the mummy’s forehead “And besides, it’s not like you’re going to brush your teeth anytime soon.”

“Okay, stop antagonizing her” called Brianna as the girls got back into a circle “We still have a game to finish.”

“Coming” giving Rose a firm pat on the rear, Nicole hopped up and found her place back on the sofa “So who’s next?”

Chapter Text

“I believe it’s my turn” Lily smiled devilishly as she looked at the girl who had forced her to torture her friend. She couldn’t wait to take revenge on both hers and Rose’s behalf. Only, she had no idea how “Ummmm… the dare is… take your top off?”

“What?” Nicole rolled over in laughter “You must be kidding, that’s the weakest dare I’ve ever heard.”

Lily blushed as she too realized it was a pretty flimsy threat. All of them had seen the others naked plenty of times.

Catching her breath after laughing so hard, Nicole casually pulled her top over her head and threw it across the room. This left the busty girl in her short skirt and skimpy white bra that had to work hard to hold back her supreme D-cup breasts. “I actually feel much freer now” teased the blonde, making them bounce for emphasis. Turning to Lily, she grinned.

“Ready or not, here I come. Lily, I dare you to… strip down to your bra and panties.”

Lily, being a lot more self-conscious then her friends, flushed in embarrassment. Not that she was ugly, far from it, but when you’re surrounded by girls with huge racks and pillow-sized buttocks it’s hard to be proud of your much more modest curves. With a resigned sigh she slid her joga shorts to the floor, revealing her black lace thong. Kicking them to the side, the petite girl pulled her t-shirt over her head, the girl’s perky breasts held up by a lace bra that matched her panties.

“Damn, I wish my legs were as smooth as yours” complimented Brianna.

“And I wish my ass was as big as yours” admitted Lily.

“Then you should start getting up in the morning and go jogging with me. That’s the best way to get it in shape” the punk playfully slapped herself on the butt, the pop resonating through the living room.

“Thanks, but I’m not really a sporty girl.”

“Yeah, I figured” joked Brianna “My turn now. The dare is, uhm…” she snapped her fingers “Nicole, you have to kiss Lily.”

“Hey, that was my dare!” objected Nicole.

“There’s no rule against recycling old dares. What, are you chicken?”

“Pfft, like that’s gonna scare me” scoffed the blonde, ignoring the other’s nervous gulp.

“On the lips.”

“Not a problem.”

“For three minutes.”

Nicole froze, and Lily’s jaw dropped.

“What?” they shrieked in unison.

“Uh oh” snickered Brianna “Looks like we may have our second loser!”

Nicole growled, unwilling to be knocked out of the contest so easily “I’ll do it. I’ve never snogged a girl before, but how bad can it be?”

“Oh, and you have to use tongue” added Brianna.

“No way!” protested Lily “I am not frenching with a girl, or anyone for that matter!”

“Come on, Lily, it won’t be that bad!” pleaded Nicole, knowing that her survival of that round hinged on her friend’s decision.

“Not a chance!”

“I wonder how this rubber ball would look in your mouth?” Brianna grinned as she held up a large red ballgag.

Wincing, the topless girl turned back to the sofa. Her expression grew threatening “Ok, now you listen here. If you don’t agree to do this, I’ll throw you out on the street while you’re still in your underwear.”

“What? You can’t be serious!”

“Want to test that theory?”

She really didn’t “F-fine.”

“Alright, I’ll start the clock when your lips touch” Brianna sat on top of her mummified friend’s large bottom to watch the show. Rose didn’t bother protesting, as she too was interested in watching.

“You ready for this?” asked Nicole as she brought her face inches from Lily’s.

“No, but let’s just get it over with” taking a deep breath, the girls came together and began to timidly make out. They focused on each other’s lips and tried to avoid making eye contact. For each of them, this was quite a new experience.

“Hey, I’m not seeing any tongue action!” called out Brianna.

The couple groaned but knew they had to comply. Slowly, Lily parted her lips and granted access to the other’s tongue. Nicole reluctantly entered the girl’s mouth, cringing as she felt the warm interior. However, the sweet taste that fell on her taste buds made her insides tingle with bliss.

Lily was a little shy at first as well, but after having her friend’s tongue in her mouth for a few seconds, she decided to give it a try herself by extending hers. The girl melted as she felt around the inside of the blonde’s cheeks, trembling as the two started to get a bit more passionate. The two girls lost track of time as they continued to share the heated embrace.

Suddenly the couple heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. Backing away from each other, they looked over at the two bewildered girls staring at them.

“I hate to interrupt the two of you” started Brianna “But you were about to start on minute six.”

The two blushed fiercely, realizing they had enjoyed the dare a little too much. Cheeks flaming red, Nicole crawled back to her spot and immediately tried to start a new topic of conversation “Okay, let’s see. Brianna, take your top off.”

“That all?” replied the punk, calmly pulling the t-shirt over her head and folding it neatly on the sofa beside her “And you said I was the dare stealer.”

“You’re not done yet” interrupted Nicole “I meant everything.”

“I have to take off my bra too? But it’s chilly in here!”

“That’s the dare, take it or leave it.”

Brianna groaned as she reached behind her and unhooked the brassiere. Sliding the straps off her shoulders, her perky bosom jiggled freely as she tossed the undergarment on the floor “Happy now?!”

“Exceptionally so. Now you may continue.”

“Good, because it’s about time to step these dares up. Rose must be getting lonesome over there all by herself” declared Brianna “Lily, your dare is… run a lap around the block naked.”

“What?! Are you kidding?!” cried Lily “No way! That has to be against the rules or something!”

“We laid down the rules beforehand, and no one placed any limit to what the dares can entail” said Nicole “So either start stripping or admit defeat.”

“Fine, I admit defeat! There’s no way I’m walking outside without clothes in the dead of winter!”

“Then let’s fix you up” the punk retrieved several bundles of rope “Nicole, why don’t you grab a chair from the dining room and bring it here?”

Nicole left and came back with the chair, setting it in front of the television.

“Thanks. Now, would you please have a seat, Lily?”

“Just don’t make it too tight, please” requested the seated girl.

“I’ll try, but I can’t have you getting loose while Nicole and I duke it out” Brianna started by restraining the girl’s ankles to each of the chair legs. Another strand went to secured her wrists together behind the chair. She then tethered the wrist coil to the bottom of the furniture so her arms were locked in place. The last bundle of rope served to pin the captive’s torso to the back of the chair, going the cord above and below her modest B-cup breasts, making them bulge slightly outwards. Knotting it off at her back, the punk stood back and admired her work.

“Not too shabby if I say so myself. Now, ready for your gag?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Hmm… nope.”

Lily grimaced as the punkette jammed a black ballgag between her teeth, forcing her jaw apart.

“Oh wait, I almost forgot!” something was pulled over the girl’s eyes.

“Hey, what the hell?”

“What? Didn’t I mention the blindfold before?”

“No you didn’t!”

“My bad” Brianna giggled as she tightened the bandana behind the girl’s raven hair “There you go!”

The second loser squirmed helplessly in her restraints as she and Rose waited for the last girl to join them in bondage for the evening. That, however, would have to wait. Feeling a little peckish, the remaining contestants had decided to take a break and enjoy a snack in the kitchen.

“Oh my God!” moaned Brianna as she bit into a large portion of meatloaf retrieved from the fridge “I know your aunt is a great cook, but this is so good it’s unreal!”

“How much more are you going to eat?” asked the busty blonde “You’re gonna make yourself sick at this rate.”

“Totally worth it. Aren’t you gonna have any?”

“Already had before you arrived” revealed Nicole “Do you really think I would’ve offered my precious meatloaf as a prize without taking my part beforehand? Give me some credit.”

“How sneakily underhanded. Just like you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Ready for the final round?”

“You bet!” cheered Brianna, hopping out of her chair “But why don’t we go check on the losers first?”

The girls waltzed into the living room to find their victims right where they had been left, which wasn’t really that surprising. The surprise was to find their mummified friend had managed to rise on her knees and was attempting to stand up.

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?”

“Gemmphh ummfffff meehhh!” grumbled Rose as the blonde easily laid her back on the ground. It had taken her fifteen minutes to make that tiny amount of progress, and now she was right back where she started!

“Ah-ha, show some manners will you?” Nicole reached down and gave her friend a firm slap on the rear.

"Ummmpp oouuuu!" the redhead growled and kicked angrily, but Nicole was too fast and moved out of range before she could get hit.

“Now, stay there like a good girl and wait for us to finish the game” sitting down in front of her last foe, Nicole smiled confidently “So, do you wanna just save yourself some embarrassment and skip directly to me tying you up?”

“Someone’s a little cocky. Why don’t we just play it out and see what happens? Whose turn is it anyway?”

“Let’s see, you knocked Lily out in the last round, so that means I get to ask you next. Are you ready?”

“Let’s see what ya got!” Brianna smiled as she folded her legs underneath her, trying to get comfortable.

“Alright, I dare you to let me tickle you for ten minutes without stopping.”

“Ten minutes! Why does it have to be so long?”

“Because I said so. And to make sure I have easy access, I also dare you to let me tie you to the coffee table while I do it.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“Great. Go ahead and lay belly up along the length of the table.”

Obediently, the punk did as she was told. The chilly wooden surface made her shiver as she watched Nicole cinch her ankles together with soft, silk rope then anchor them underneath the table.

“You’re really into this bondage stuff, aren’t you?”

“Yup” Nicole walked around to the other end of the table “Let me see those hands.”

Letting her friend tie her wrists above her head, Brianna cringed as her arms were pulled tightly behind her “Do you have to make it so tight?”

“Of course. I can’t have you squirm away during your tickle session” Nicole finished knotting the rope underneath the table, then climbed to her knees and looked down into the captive’s eyes “One more thing.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s thampppfff!” Brianna gasped as a blue rubber ball was shoved between her lips.

“Don’t want your screams to crack my eardrums” giggled the blonde, buckling the leather straps behind the girl’s head.

Brianna growled behind her gag. Her abdomen was stretched across the table top, her toned midriff completely exposed to her foe. Tugging on the ropes cinched around her wrists and ankles, she realized there was nothing she could do to prevent the oncoming torture. The restrained girl was now at the mercy of the only person in the room not bound and gagged.

Nicole straddled the girl’s thighs and set the timer on her cell phone to ten minutes before placing it down on the table. After cracking her knuckles, she placed all ten of her fingers on the victim’s stomach and prepared to start.

“And… GO!” Nicole didn’t waste one second as her fingers started moving furiously back and forth, her fingernails digging into the warm flesh at the girl’s sides.

“Ahammahahaammphff!” the captive’s muffled laugh barely made it through the large rubber ball as she squirmed furiously underneath the blonde woman. She tried to avoid looking over at the timer because she knew it would only make the grueling dare seem to last even longer. But if the fingers only focused on her sides, maybe she had a chance.

On cue, almost as if she had E.S.P., Nicole’s hands migrated north and came to a stop at the exposed armpits “Let’s see if you’re just as ticklish up here!”

“Nmmmpphhahaahaahahaaa!” Brianna writhed frantically as her sensible underarms were tickled senseless. Without thinking, she glanced at the phone to see how much time was left. Eight minutes! She bit hard into the gag, hoping it would alleviate some of her agony. It did little to help. She closed her eyes and continued to giggle uncontrollably.

Nicole continued to attack the same spot for several minutes. Finally, she removed her hands and stood up “Why don’t you take a few seconds to catch your breath? I just got a great idea!”

Sweat poured down the girl’s skin as she panted through her nose. Looking over at the timer, she was relieved to see there were less than three minutes to go. Her relief was short-lived, however, as her eyes moved back up to her friend.

“Plempppfff nmmmpphhh!” she pleaded, fervently shacking her head.

“Sorry, can’t understand you” Nicole chuckled as she turned on a familiar electronic toothbrush. Sitting back down atop her hips, the blonde inched the grooming device towards her captive’s midriff.

“Nmmmpphhhh!” the girl tried to back away from the menacing instrument, but her tethered legs held her in place. All she could do was sit and watch as the rotating bristles plunged into her navel “Nmmmpphhahaahahaaa!”

“It’s a good thing I gagged you, or you would’ve probably woken the entire neighborhood by now.”

“Hahhammmhahhammmampphh!” Brianna didn’t hear what her friend was saying, and didn’t really care either. She was too busy laughing as the toothbrush twirled in and out of her bellybutton, sending her into cackling fits. She swore that when this was over, Nicole would feel the wrath of her rightful revenge.

“One minute left. And I know exactly where to spend it…” sliding down from the girl’s belly to her feet, Nicole casually slipped the brush between her toes.

Her body convulsed when the bristles attacked her sensitive soles. Tears rolled down Brianna’s face as she willed herself through the last minute. Suddenly, her ears were filled with the sweetest of sounds as the phone started beeping, signaling the end of her torture.

“Drat, and I was just getting into it” Nicole hopped off her friend and untied her ankles “Did you enjoy it as well?”

“Gemmph mmeeehhh owww ufff diffff!” mumbled Brianna, still trying to catch her breath after the exhausting ordeal.

“Ok, ok, settle down. Remember that it’s just a game” she walked around the table and untied her friend’s wrists, freeing the prisoner from her final tether, then finally removed the gag.

Brianna flung the bondage equipment across the room “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.”

“Totally worth it” shrugged the blonde, sitting down on the sofa “So what’ll it be?”

The punkette thought long and hard about the best way to retaliate, something that would shame Nicole for years to come. Snapping her fingers, she stood up “Here’s the dare. You have to go downstairs, walk to the house across the street, touch the door and come back.”

“Are you serious? It’s cold out there!”

“That’ll give you an incentive to hurry back” giggled Brianna.

Nicole looked over at the clock. It was close to ten, so most of the neighborhood would already be tucked at home for the evening. If she ran, she should be able to complete the dare quickly and without being seen.

“To hell with it, I’m going” the girl stood up and headed for the front door, only for her friend to block the way.

“Not so fast there, sweetie. First, I have out a few choice items to add to your outfit.”

Nicole gasped at what Brianna was holding “This is a joke right?”

“I assure you, I’m dead serious. Let me see those hands” a pair of handcuffs was placed around her wrists. Nicole cringed at the cold metal against her skin, the clicking of the locks signaling that her hands were now useless.

“Now the feet” two leather cuffs were fastened around her ankles, each one secured with a miniature padlock. A small link chain connected them, leaving enough slack to take maybe half a step at a time.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” snarled Nicole.

“I sure do. Now, say ahhh” a large, two and a half inch ballgag was held up to her lips.

“Wait, that’s not going to fit in my moupffff!” the red sphere was violently pushed into the girl’s mouth before she could finish her sentence. She grimaced as the leather straps were buckled around her head and underneath her chin, holding the gag securely in place.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, it looks like a perfect fit to me” Brianna led her friend to the exit of the house “Now remember, I’m gonna be watching you from here the entire time so don’t even think about cheating. Got it?”

Nicole nodded her head grudgingly, still miffed about having the huge gag shoved in her mouth.

“Oh, one more thing” Brianna grinned as she pulled out a black marker. Uncapping the top, she gently pressed her captive’s back against the wall.

“Hmmm?! Whapff arm oouu ooinn?”

“Just stand still for a second…”

Nicole watched the marker move across the visible section of her ample bosom. “This… is… a dare” Brianna read aloud what she was inscribing on the tanned skin “Feel… free… to grope… my… boobs… and slap… my… ass… exclamation point!” the girl grinned as she admired her penmanship “Great, I got it all to fit!”

Nicole growled in anger, glaring at both her friend and the black ink. The message fit nicely on the top portion of her chest, between her neck and her thrusting cleavage. She’d never regretted so much having such large boobs.

“Imm gunnaah keelll oouuu!”

“Only if you don’t die of shame first” Brianna teased, opening the door to the outside “Last chance to back out. Remember, there’s no shame in throwing the towel.”

Without thinking twice, the proud blonde hobbled out into the frigid night air with her head held high. She wasn’t going to be intimidated so easily. Walking out of the door, Nicole was relieved to see that the street was both quiet and motionless. Looking further into the distance, she spotted her target. It was a good twenty meters trek to the spot.

“You better get moving” laughed Brianna “If you’re quick, you might not get frostbite on those cute tits of yours!”

Nicole wanted to mumble some scorching remark in response, but she knew the girl had a point. If she was fast enough, no one would notice her or her revealing outfit. Not sparing Brianna another glance, she began to make her way across the street as fast and careful as possible.

As she took her first step onto the sidewalk, the woman’s ears perked at hearing a creaking sound not far away. She looked up, and trembled in fear at the pickup truck rolling down the street. Pausing with a foot halfway up, she waited with bated breath to see what the vehicle would do. The headlights disappeared into a garage a considerable distance from her, and she heaved a relieved sigh before continuing her slow journey.

The concrete was freezing on her bare soles as she hobbled towards the street, the chain that tethered her ankles jingled as it drug across the pavement. Her plan was to walk along the less lit areas between lampposts, using the parked vehicles on both sides of the street as cover, and pray for her presence to go unnoticed. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she had to move at a snail pace to keep her balance. Her jaw burned from the gargantuan ball remained wedged in between her pearly white teeth.

Making it across the street, Nicole felt a rush of joy at realizing she was now over halfway there. Thankfully she had not crossed paths with anyone, and the darkness concealed her almost naked figure from curious neighbors. She reached the opposite row of cars, and froze at hearing a sharp laugh somewhere ahead of her. She paled at the sight of four college boys casually walking in her direction.

In a state of panic, the underwear clad girl went into a crouch and quickly scuttled between two cars. She carefully peeked over the hood, watching the boys move along the illuminated sidewalk. If she remained quiet, they would never know she was there.

They were almost gone, when she felt something crawl on her skin. Looking down, her eyes grew wide at the tiny spider atop her bare foot.

“Eeeemppphh!” shrieked Nicole behind her gag. She instinctively flicked the arachnid off her foot, then eased back up to see if her short outburst had given away her position.

“Hey, Billy, our apartment is this way.”

“Hold on, I think I heard something.”

A pair of boots clicked against the pavement, rapidly growing closer. Nicole dove back down, cursing as she realized her shriek had not gone unnoticed. She crouched as low as she could and prayed that the boy wouldn’t be able to find her.

“Dude, stop wasting time” complained one of the other students “I’m freezing my butt here!”

Nicole cowered as she heard the footsteps approach her hiding place. She thought about making a last second escape attempt back to Brianna and conceding the dare, but it was too late. The girl cringed when the boy’s head peeked around the car to stare right at her.

“What the-?” Billy stepped forward to get a closer look, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating “What the heck are you doing out here dressed like that?”

Nicole stood up and sprinted in a mad dash for her house. Not even able to take two steps, she felt a calloused hand grab her by the arm “Gemmpph mmffff!”

“Guys! You’re never gonna believe what I found!” Billy spun the blonde damsel around and threw her over his shoulder. She kicked her bare legs in the air but, being handcuffed and shackled, she was no match for the boy’s strength as he carried her over to his friends.

“Hubba hubba!” the group whistled and applauded as the scantily clad woman was dumped in front of them.

“Hemmpphhh!”

Even with the frigid temperature, Nicole blushed fiercely at all the eyes moving up and down her exposed body. Normally she had no problem flaunting off her sublime figure to others, especially when she wanted something from them, but not like this! And yet, these kinds of situations always seemed to happen to her.

“Now why is a pretty little thing like you out here in the cold?” asked one of the boys in a half curious, half leering tone.

“Look, there’s something written on her chest” pointed out another, reading the message out loud “‘This is a dare. Feel free to grope my boobs and slap my ass’ Who in their right mind would make a dare like that?”

“A better question is, who would accept it?”

“Who cares?” the ringleader took a step closer to the helpless damsel “I certainly have no intention to pass up a golden opportunity like this. You don’t mind, right? After all it’s part of the dare.”

“Grmmphhh!” Nicole growled angrily as two boys moved in front of her and started massaging a breast each while the other two pinched and slapped her buttcheeks.

“Damn, look at this ass go. It’s jiggling like jelly!”

The boys poked, prodded, pinched and squeezed her delectable body, unheeding of her muffled complains and defiant struggles. Though the entire situation was humiliating beyond measure, the hands on her skin were actually doing a decent job in keeping her warm, and she found herself subconsciously leaning into their touch.

“Hey, I think she likes it” commented a boy “Wanna bet the dare thing is just a fake excuse to show off her stuff?”

Nicole straightened up, refusing to let them think she was some kind of exibitionist; although to be fair, it was probably too late for that. She stood there, rigid as a pole as she waited impatiently while the perverts fondled her for five minutes straight.

“Okay boys” the right breast was given one final pinch “I think it’s time.”

There were multiple groans of disappointment, and Nicole sighed in relief. It seemed that her ordial had finally come to an end.

“Time to switch sides!” laughed the boy, eliciting three cheers and a whine. The two in front of her moved around to the beauty’s ass, while the others took their turn to cop a feel of the large breasts.

“Nmmmpphhh! Geemmphh eerrr hammffss mmfff meehh!” cried the furious blonde, trying to kick at them with her shackled feet, struggling to break free from their grasp; but with her limbs cuffed like so, she had no choice but to be their personal play toy.

‘Where the hell is the police when you need them!’

“Mmmm… I could go on forever” the student planted a kiss on Nicole’s breast, and she shuddered at the sensation of his short stubble scratching her tender skin “But I think we’ve overstayed our welcome. Let’s go, boys, before we get arrested by a passing patrol.”

Nicole sighed as she felt the warm hands disappear, albeit very reluctantly, leaving both her rear end and breasts swollen from the intimate grope session. The group took a few last jeers at her as well as a couple photos before continuing up the lonely sidewalk until they disappeared from sight. Composing herself, the woman hobbled the short remaining distance to the target building, touched the door, and immediately rushed back to her house, ready to rip her friend a new one when she got inside.

“Juffff geephhh difff iittt uffff mmeehhhh!” she snarled, the warm air from the apartment caressing her frozen body like a blanket while she stumbled into the dining room.

“Did you enjoy your little stroll?” asked Brianna as she removed the steel handcuffs.

Nicole wasted no time reaching up to her head and removing the atrocious gag “Do you have any idea what happened out there?!”

“Nope” lied the punkette. She had captured every second of it on her phone “Did I miss something?”

“I was molested by a group of boys!”

“What?!” Brianna gasped dramatically, throwing her hands over her mouth for good measure “You’re kidding!”

“No, they took your little message as an invitation to grope me!”

“Sheesh, no need to be so mad. I mean, it’s hardly the first time a boy feels you up. I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

“Instead of mocking me, maybe you should worry about what I’m about to make you do” retorted the humiliated girl, massaging the feeling back into her wrists. There was a wild light in her eyes, one that spoke of insanity and unspeakable evil eager to be unleashed.

Brianna gulped “Ok, maybe I went a little too far with that dare.”

“Not as far as I am going to. For starters, I want you to strip.”

“Fine…” the punkette reluctantly pulled off her t-shirt and jeans. She stood in front of her friend, just in her undies.

“Perfect. Now, why don’t you take a little stroll out and see how that cool breeze feels on your skin?”

“What?!”

“You don’t have if you don’t want to, but…” Nicole pulled out a humongous pink ballgag and dangled it in front of her “Check this out. I’m sure it would look great on you.”

Closing her eyes, the half naked punkette groaned in frustration. After a brief pause, she walked over to the door and peeked outside to see if there was anyone out. She saw several lights still on, but no sign of movement. Holding her breath, she stepped out in the bitter cold “How long do I have to stand out here?”

“As long as I deem necessary.”

Brianna heard the door slam closed behind her. Turning around, she saw Nicole smile as she flipped the locks. Jiggling the handle, the trembling girl whispered angrily “Seriously, how long do I have to stay here?”

“Just keep you shirt on! Oh wait, you don’t have one do you?”

“Nicole!”

“Okay, okay. Let’s say…” the blonde looked over at the clock “Five minutes. I’ll come and get you when the time’s up. Have fun!”

With that, she stepped away and left her alone.

Brianna turned around to see if anyone had spotted her yet. To her relief, the road appeared to be desert.

‘Alright, this isn’t so bad’ she thought to herself ‘Just have to hold out for four and a half more minutes. And while I’m waiting I can think about what I’ll make Nicole do for her next turn.’

As she jogged in place trying to keep warm, something caught her eye in a window across the street. Squinting to get a better look, she gasped. Two young boys were gawking at her exposed body. She looked around quickly in hopes to find a place to hide behind or at least something to cover herself. Finding neither, she dashed back to the door and hammered on the wood to get Nicole’s attention.

“Let me in dammit! There are people staring at me!”

No response.

“Please, let me in” she begged “If someone calls the cops I’ll go to jail for indecent exposure!”

Only silence answered.

Brianna groaned, realizing there would be no rescue coming from that direction. She turned around to see the two short figures still staring at her, their faces pressed against the window. Turning back to the door quickly, she resolved to just ignore them and wait for the time to be over. Finally, after what felt like hours, the door was unlocked. As soon as she heard the click, she pushed the door open and dashed into the warm apartment.

“Good job, you survived another round” snickered Nicole “I hope it wasn’t too uncomfortable out there.”

“D-don’t l-look too s-smug” Brianna stammered, shivering as she wrapped herself in a warm blanket “You’re about to get the same treatment.”

Nicole paled at the thought of meeting those boys again. “Actually I think the remainder of our game should be confined inside” she quickly stated “As you said, we don’t want the police to be involved.”

Brianna was about to protest when it suddenly hit her. A dare she was certain Nicole would never, ever accept. Smiling fiendishly, she nodded in agreement “You’re absolutely right, we don’t want that. Don’t worry, I’ve got something for this round that’ll scare you into submission right away.”

“Nothing you’ve thrown at me so far has worked” pointed out Nicole “I doubt this one will be different.”

“I think it will” Brianna cackled “Oh yes, it will.”

“Well, out with it. What’s the dare?”

“I dare you…” the smile she gave her was positively diabolical “To call the Morton family and volunteer to babysit their son Tim for an entire week!”

Nicole stared at her in horror “What? No! There’s no way I’m doing that!”

“You realize what that means don’t you?”

“I’d rather be bound and gagged for a month than deal with that spawn of Satan again!”

“In that case, it looks like we have a winner!” Brianna cheered, throwing her hands up in celebration “Go wait on your bed. I’ll get the restraints and meet you there.”

Groaning, the blonde made her way into the dimly lit bedroom. Her friend soon followed holding several handcuffs, which she tethered to the bedposts at the four corners of the mattress using short chain tethers.

“So what do you think?” asked Brianna as she set the last cuff “I figured that after such a long night I’d let you sleep comfortably.”

“How… thoughtful” muttered Nicole.

“Before we get you secured, let’s set the gag on.”

Brianna none-too-gently inserted the huge pink ballgag between her teeth. The sphere was attached to the back of a black panel that was then pressed firmly against her lips. She pulled the leather belts past her friend’s cheeks and fastened the buckle at the back of her neck.

“Mmmmmm…” moaned Nicole, the ball pushing her tongue down, making it impossible to enunciate any words.

Brianna grinned, clearly enjoying every second of this. “I think this gag fits you perfectly. It’s not too tight, is it?” Nicole glared at her. Even if she could talk, Brianna would undoubtedly just tell her to get over it “I’ll take that as a yes. Now, lie belly up on the bed for me and spread your arms and legs to the corners.”

Nicole obeyed, and Brianna’s grin grew as she leaned forward to secure the first cuff. She couldn’t believe her friend was being so cooperative. She had expected protests, complains, maybe a struggle; instead she was being perfectly obedient. It was…

Suspicious.

Realization came too late. Moving at lightning speed Nicole grabbed the punkette’s arm and flipped her so that their positions were reversed. She hastily fastened each of the padded cuffs to her wrists and ankles, then adjusted the tethers so that Brianna was pulled into the strictest of spread-eagle ties. Tightening the final tether, the blonde smiled and plucked the gag from her mouth.

“There, that should hold you.”

“Hey, what gives?!” protested Brianna, violently tugging at her restraints despite her limbs being pulled taut on all sides.

“Did you really think I was gonna let myself be tied up again? No way, I still have nightmares from last time” the blonde gave her a sadistic grin “Besides, I found that tying others is far more enjoyable than I gave it credit for.”

“You little-” Nicole shoved the gag between her teeth “MMMMMMMPHHH!” screamed the punkette in disgust. She couldn’t believe her friend had gagged her with her own gag. She hadn’t even had the courtesy to wipe off the drool!

“Here, try and relax” the blonde placed a pillow underneath Brianna’s head “This has been a wonderful evening, truly, but now I’m beat and could really use a nap. Good night.”

Not waiting for an answer, she hopped on the bed and nuzzled up against her friend’s chest. “You’re so warm, Bri! You don’t mind if I cuddle up next to you while I fall asleep, do you?” Nicole giggled as she laid her head on the girl’s breasts, using the soft mammaries as a comfortable pillow. Within minutes the –somewhat- winner of the truth or dare contest had fallen asleep. Her friend drifted off a few minutes later, surprisingly comfortable considering her situation. The two slept soundly, kept warm by each other’s body heat. Outside, thunder struck and raindrops started to beat against the windows. A storm rolled into the city, rain pounding on the roof, but nothing could disturb the sleeping couple.

Nicole wrapped her arms tightly around her warm captive as she dreamt of money and gold. Suddenly, the girl was rudely awoken as her body was yanked from her warm pillow. Her arms and legs were pinned to the bed and a hand clasped across her face, keeping her from making a sound. Still groggy, she tried to comprehend what was happening, unsure if this was real or if she was still dreaming. Her heart raced as she looked up, realizing this was indeed reality. The previously mummified redhead loomed over her and kept her pinned facedown while Lily unlocked Brianna’s cuffs and placed them on the blonde’s arms and legs. Stacked next to them was a pile of ropes and duct tape, along with a cactus, a paddle and several electric toothbrushes.

Chuckling, Rose grabbed the paddle first “Time for payback, blondie. This is for the meatloaf.”

Nicole gulped. And the night had been going so well…

Chapter Text

It was the night of Halloween in town, and young Timothy Mort was in his room putting the finishing touches to his costume. This year he had chosen to go as the devil: red clothes, a short black cape, fake horns, white makeup, and a two-pronged plastic pitchfork to complete the look. After donning the horns Tim gave himself a lookover at the mirror, and was quite satisfied with the result. Modesty aside, he was terrifying!

However he still wanted to give it a test run before going out, and so decided to test on his parents just how scary his new costume was. The boy was so excited, he nearly faceplanted running down the stairs.

Mr and Mrs Mort were in the living room, him enjoying a nice book on the sofa and her preparing candies for the soon to come trick-or-treaters. Despite clearly hearing their son draw near (10-year olds are not exactly what you’d call subtle, especially ones that can’t stop giggling for the life of theirs), they pretended not to notice his approach as he snuck closer.

“MUAHAHAHAHA!” cackled Tim in his best demonic voice, popping from behind the sofa and waving his fork around dramatically.

“Oh dear” Mr Mort fake-gasped, clutching his chest for emphasis while trying to hide a smile “Careful son, or you’ll give me a heart attack.”

“Yeah, I’m scary!” boasted the boy, proudly puffing out his chest with another evil laugh. Pleased by the reaction, he decided to skip his mother’s turn and head directly to have fun in the streets “Well, I’m off.”

“Wait just a minute, young man; where exactly are you going at this hour?”

Tim stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face his father, batting his best puppydog eyes “Come on dad, I just want to show the neighbors my costume and maybe collect some candy. I won’t even leave the block, promise.”

For a long, interminable minute, the older man just stared at him sternly. Then, unexpectedly, he gave a short laugh “Don’t worry, I knew this would happen and I’m not so heartless as to make you stay home tonight. You can go out… under supervision, of course.”

For once, Tim didn’t mind the restriction at all. Just the opposite in fact, for him this was a bonus.

“Who’ll it be? Mrs Salter or Nicole?” he asked, literally bouncing in excitement. Under his breath he added “Please be the niece, please be the niece…”

Not that he disliked the older Salter, far from it. It’s just that Nicole was much more fun to have around, even if she probably didn’t return the feeling.

“Neither I’m afraid. Mrs Salter is out of town, and her niece said she already has plans for the evening” his world came crushing down, and it must have shown because Mr Mort quickly added “But we found a replacement, so that won’t be a problem.”

Tim felt a little miffed at this, but opted to let it go. It was already a great victory to be allowed to leave home, and he didn’t want to risk it by throwing a temper tantrum.

“Who’s this replacement?”

“That would be me” announced a blond, slightly older teen, probably around 16 or 17, as he came out of the kitchen while munching on a candy bar. He was dressed in a ghostbuster uniform complete with a proton pack, aka a modified vacuum cleaner, hanging off his back “Hello, you must be Tim.”

The younger boy nodded his head slightly, diffident but willing to give this guy the benefit of the doubt. After all, the last time he gotten a new sitter had been the best week of his life “That’s me. And you are?”

“Dan” he introduced himself with a friendly smile “Dan Rowels.”

Half an hour of trick-or-treating later, and the two were practically BFFs; while traveling from home to home and collecting candy they had taken the time to share a few stories about themselves, and had been delighted to learn of their mutual acquaintance Nicole Salter and each other’s adventures involving her. Dan laughed his head off at hearing of the babysitting incident, whereas Tim almost chocked on a chocolate bar as he listened to the unorthodox activities his new friend had invented at summer camp, mostly featuring the blonde councellor as the unwilling tester-guinea pig.

“I really wish she was here instead of you” the smaller boy sighed longingly at the thought “No offence.”

“None taken, it’s the same for me” reassured the taller one, before taking a glance at their surroundings. Then he gave him a mischievous smirk “You know, there’s an old saying that goes like this: if the mountain won’t come to Mohammed, Mohammed must go to the mountain.”

“Mohawho?”

“It means that if our dear Nicole doesn’t come to us, we’ll just have to find her” Dan explained. Whipping out the documents he’d taken from his old councellor as a souvenir (together with plenty of photos and some lingerie), he confronted them with the road they were currently on “And according to the information in here, she should live pretty close to us, somewhere around… there!”

Tim’s head twisted so fast, it was a miracle the neck didn’t snap.

The Salter residence wasn’t very big, a simple two-store house of medium size, but compensated with a wide front lawn full of scary decorations: skeletons hung off the walls, a large graveyard was set out in the lawn with a few zombie hands sticking out of the ground, pumpkins creatively carved, a fog machine ready for use and even a small haunted house. Tables covered in snacks and drinks were also there.

Not wasting a moment, the duo crossed the street and rang the doorbell. Soon after the door opened to show Nicole in normal clothes, a short skirt fluttering behind her and a pleasant smile on her lips.

One look, and the smile was gone “What do you want?” she growled venomously, pointing at Tim. Her gaze shifted to his companion, and her anger instantly doubled “And with him of all people?”

“Trick or treat!”

“Normally I’d yell at you to leave or bash your heads with something hard and heavy, but I'm busy right now so just beat it or I’ll beat you up” Nicole threatened “Besides, why should I give away free candy to snotty kids just because it’s ‘tradition’?”

“What about all this, then?” asked Tim, gesturing to the food and decorations around them “Are you having a party?”

“None of your business, brat. What are you supposed to be, anyway?”

“I’m the prince of evil, Satan” he announced, waving his cape for emphasis “Bringer of war, misery and pestilence.”

“I’d say you got the ‘evil’ and ‘bringer of misery’ parts right” she mocked.

“Can we have at least a mint?” asked Dan “In the spirit of Halloween?”

“Mmmh, let me think about that… No way in hell. Now, scram!” she snarled, turning to close the door. In doing so, she didn’t notice that Tim had hooked her skirt with his fork. So, when she took a step back…

Riiiiiiippp

Realizing what had happened, the blonde shrieked and slammed the door in their faces. The sound of moving bolts and turning keys followed soon after, but not before the two males got a nice eyeful of Nicole’s white panties, complete with frills and pink hearts. Kid and teenager didn’t move for a while, identical grins in their faces as they replayed the scene over and over in their heads.

“That was awesome” praised Dan, patting his charge’s shoulder in admiration “You’re like the troublemaking little brother I never had.”

“And you’re like the big brother I’ve always wanted” replied Tim. The two exchanged a high five, laughing gleefully, before the younger boy spotted something interesting “Say, would you like to prank her some more?”

“Do you even need to ask?” grinned Dan. His smile quickly fell “But how do we get in? I doubt she’ll open the door again without checking, and I’d rather not get arrested for breaking and entering."

“I know an old saying too. It goes something like this: if a door is locked, use the conveniently open window” he pointed at a window that, true to his words, Nicole had forgotten to close “It’s not breaking in if we don’t break anything, right?”

Dan shrugged; law had never been his strong suit “Works for me.”

Dan quietly slipped inside the window before helping his shorter friend. To their luck the room proved to be Nicole’s, as evidenced by the shock pink diary on the desk with the words ‘Property of Nicole Salter’ written on the cover in bold letters.

They were about to grab it for a quick read, curious to see what kind of juicy secrets were hidden in there, when Tim heard footsteps outside the door. Having no time to go through the window again, the boys dashed into the closet and pulled the shutters just as Nicole came in, followed by three more girls. Peeking out of a thin slit, Dan spotted their oblivious hostess flanked by two old acquaintances, Rose and Lily. With them was another pretty girl sporting a punk blue-dyed hairstyle.

“Have you decided what to wear, Brianna?” asked Nicole.

“Yes” the newly named Brianna walked to the bed, where numerous costumes were already waiting to be picked. Grabbing a long cape, a skirt and an incredibly skimpy top, she twirled a long wooden wand and proclaimed “I’ll be a succubus, sent from hell to tempt and seduce mankind.”

“You won’t have to work hard, with that dress” joked Nicole “How about you, Rose?”

“Catwoman” answered the redhead as she snatched the leather catsuit and matching ear headband.

“I’ll be a mummy” said Lily, holding a few rolls of paper.

The four girls began to take off their clothes to change. Dan's breath caught in his throat at the sight, and behind him Tim did the same; being young didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate female beauty, particularly Rose’s gargantuan ass struggling to fit inside the tight pants and Lily’s long, smooth legs being bandaged one layer at a time.  

The older boy, however, paid them no mind. All his attention was on Nicole, the way her large breasts strained against the tiny white bra, her long hair swaying as she shook her head, perfectly framing her gorgeous features, the sweet smile showing plump lips and shiny little teeth…

‘Why am I feeling like this? I have seen her in way less clothing at summer camp!’

And yet there was something alluring in the sight of Nicole voluntarily stripping in front of him, almost like she was purposefully showing herself off for his benefit. And just that thought was enough to make his heart beat faster, his skin sweat like he was in a bathhouse, and… other normal male reactions.

He was shaken out of his confused thoughts when the blonde and two of her friends finished putting on their costumes and went to leave the room.

“I’ll catch up with you in a bit” apologized Lily, still wrapping up her legs “This is going to take a while.”

“Ok, see you later” said Brianna, closing the door after the others had left.

The petite girl continued to bandage herself, until she realized there was not enough material for her to use. “Guess I need more rolls” she shrugged “Good thing I packed some extras in the closet.”

Uh oh, she was coming their way.

Startled, the boys buried themselves behind a rack of dresses and sweaters, completely obscuring their presence just as Lily opened the shutters.

For a moment they believed themselves to be safe. Then, she reached further in and accidentally scratched Dan’s cheek with her long nails.

He hissed involuntarily “Ow.”

“Huh?” Lily froze in place at the sound, arm still extended “Who was-”

“Charge!” yelled Tim. Before the girl could snap out of her stupor, he rammed into her belly and sent them both toppling. Lily tried to scream for help, but every ounce of air had been drived out of her lungs and all that came out was a barely audible wheeze. This gave Dan enough time to grab one of the rolls Lily had been looking for and use it to gag her. More rolls went to tie her arms and ankles, leaving her to struggle helplessly on the floor.

“That didn’t exactly go according to plan, but I can’t complain with the result” smiled the blonde boy. Lily’s eyes bulged out upon recognizing his voice.

“Yhuuu?” she squeaked at Dan, eyes wide in horror.

“Aww, you remember me? I’m flattered.”

“MMMMMMMMMHHHH!” she screamed and began to flail around like a woman possessed, looking and sounding terrified out of her mind “MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHH!”

Tim raised an eyebrow at the violent reaction “What did you do to her?”

“We just went fishing” the older boy protested, omitting how in that particular case she had been the fish “Now, let’s go before the others come back.”

“Wait” Tim stopped him “Today is halloween, right?”

It was Dan’s turn to raise an eyebrow “Yes…?”

“And we said trick or treat, right?”

“… I don’t follow.”

“Nicole didn’t give us a treat, so don’t you think she deserves a trick?”

“Look, normally I’d agree in a heartbeat, but we’re 2 against 3 here and not in our favor” argued Dan. Last time he had a small army of angry campers at his command; now, it was just him and a 12 year old boy.

“Than it’s a good thing I have a plan” the boy smirked “Ever heard of divide and conquer?”

Rose was walking around the yard, checking to see if everything was in order for the party. During her patrol, she caught sight of a shiny object hidden in the grass, right next to a box filled with dry ice for the fog machine. Curiosity piqued, she crouched to grab it, the leather covering her large posterior creaking in protest at the strain it was subjected to.

“A handheld mirror?” she wondered, befuddled “How did this thing get here?”

“Borrowed it from your friend’s room” answered a voice behind her, as someone pulled back her pants and underwear and dumped a handful of dry ice cubes inside. It was followed by a swift kick to the rear that sent her chest first into the box, more cubes spilling into the cleavage she had left partially unzipper to impress the boys.

“YYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” she squealed, jumping to her feet and shaking herself in an attempt to dislodge the frozen water.

“That’s right, I forgot cats hate water” snickered the same voice as before “How silly of me.”

“But that’s ice, not water” argued a second, more juvenile voice “So she’s the silly one.”

Still shivering, Rose turned to face her aggressors. She didn’t know the one dressed as a devil, but the other…

“YOU!”

“Hi Rose” saluted Dan, smiling cheerfully “Did you miss me?”

The fake catwoman roared, unlatching her whip from the belt; while it was just a toy replica, she was pretty sure it could still cause a lot of damage if aimed in the right places.

“Uhmm… I think we overstayed our welcome here” Dan gave a short wave before grabbing his companion by the arm and running for cover inside the haunted house. Mind filled with rage, Rose didn’t even consider calling her friends and chased after in hot pursuit.

Only to lose them immediately, as the lights had all been dimmed to leave the house in near total darkness. She could barely see the tip of her nose.

"Enough games! Come out now!" quiet giggling was heard in response, then she saw a shadow shift.

"Gotcha!" Catwoman lunged at the shadow, only to fall into a boiling cauldron filled with hot water. The moving figure had been an animatronic witch ‘brewing’ her potion.

"HOTHOTHOOOOOT!" she flailed and finally managing to climb out of the pot, now soaking wet. Her costume clung like a second skin, hugging her amazing ass even more, but at least the ice was gone now. Unfortunately, its sublimation had filled the confined space with a thick fog that further hindered her search "You brats are so gonna get it!"

Another giggle came from somewhere in the mist and Rose blindly went after it, anger clouding her judgment like the fog for her eyes; hence why she didn’t see the stretched leg until she tripped over it. The redhead lost her whip and was sent flying to crash through a hole in the middle of a table, where normally a fake head would pop out, and got stuck upside down. Her dripping ass and kicking legs were wide open as the mechanical ghoul family surrounding the table plunged their properly rearranged forks and knives into her vulnerable cheeks.

"OW! OW! OOOWWWWW! STOP THAT! OW!"

“Wow, when you told me she had a huge butt I didn’t think it was this huge.”

“Just wait until I get out of here!” screamed the redhead. Futile threats, since her arms were trapped on her sides; all she could do was flail her legs around in hopes of hitting something. One lucky kick ripped off daddy ghoul’s head but, disregaring every zombie movie in existence, he completely ignored the loss and kept happily stabbing her buttocks.

“Oh, you’ve seen nothing yet” a smirking Dan hopped on top of the table to sit on the wild legs and immobilize them. Task complete, he unbuckled Rose’s belt and removed her pants and bright pink underwear. Meanwhile Tim grabbed the whip and used it to tie her ankles to teenage zombie and mommy zombie at a 90° degree angle, effectively stopping any movement save for the helpless clench and unclench of her hands. Hopping up as well, he gazed in wonder at Rose’s big, bare, and covered by red marks posterior “And I thought Nicole’s ass was big” he whistled, giving it an experimental pat.

“You really have a thing for girly panties, don’t you?”

“I’LL KILL YOU!” roared the redhead “I SWEAR I’LL-”

Tired of Rose’s threats, Dan crouched under the table and stuffed her mouth with a handful of lollipops, effectively silencing her “There, much better.”

“Mmmh!” she moaned in her improvised gag “Mmmmmmmphhh!”

“What, don’t like lemon flavored sweets? I thought they’d suit your sour personality” snickering, he stood up again to find Tim gleefully smacking her rump “Stop playing around, kid, we still have work to do.”

One smack later, the little devil snapped to attention “Sir, yes sir!”

Brianna smiled as she looked at the tasty appetizers strewn across the various tables, licking her lips at all the delicious treats. Nicole had warned them to leave those for the guests, but wasn’t she technically a guest as well?

“Just one won’t hurt” she commented, grabbing a large muffin covered by a red coating “Mmmh, strawberry flavored, my favorite.”

Without hesitation, she popped the whole thing in her awaiting jaws… and promptly started gagging. Her mouth was on fire!

“Hot hot hooottt!” she squawked, desperately fanning her tongue “Where’s the water? I need water!”

Her plea was answered by a bucket full of freezing water being thrown at her face. Coughing and sputtering, she shook her head like a dog to get rid of the excess liquid before finally taking heed of who was responsible.

“YOU!”

“Why do they always say that when they see us?” asked Tim.

“Because we’re smart, handsome, and generally awesome all-over” answered Dan with a chuckle, flicking his hair like a popstar “Ah, being popular can be such a burden.”

The younger boy glanced at Brianna, who reciprocated with a ferocious glare “I don’t think she agrees.”

“Really?” Dan rubbed his chin throughtfully “Hmm, maybe she’s not a fan of chili sauce muffins?”

Brianna’s glare reached the you-are-dead stage, and she leapt at them with an incoherent scream of rage.

She had almost reached the two when they leapt in opposite directions. Still running, she glanced at both sides to decide who to follow and didn’t notice the white sheet right in front of her, hanging from a winch to look like a ghost, until she smacked into it.

The sheet wrapped itself around Brianna, blinding her. The boys watched in fascination as the seemingly drunken succubus-turned-ghost stumbled aimlessly around, arms flailing in an attempt to remove the oversized blindfold. Her struggles came to an abrupt end when she slammed headfirst into a tree and fell on her back dazed, limbs spread out hazapardly on the ground.

"We did it!" Tim cheered as he walked over to the apparently knocked out woman. However Brianna proved to be tougher than expected and a hand shot forward to seize the kid’s ankle.

“Gah!” Tim kicked his leg to break her hold, accidentally sticking his foot into her ample cleavage. In trying to pull it out he accidentally ripped off the whole corset, leaving her bare breasts to hang there in plain sight.

“KYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAA!” the girl shrieked, using one arm to cover her goods while still keeping hold of her captive with the other.

Seeing his partner in trouble, Dan switched his proton pack/vacuum cleaner to blower mode and turned it on. Brianna’s skirt suddenly shot up from the gust of wind, forcing her to let go Tim to push it down. The teenager backed away, keeping his gun aimed at the succubus as she kept fighting with her clothes.

This gave him an idea. Switching to suction, he started running around her in circles, and in a moment the woman found herself wrapped from head to chest in her own cape and skirt, squirming and stumbling around, once again blind as a bat. To add to the fun, the boys could now see her blue panties with white ghosts printed on them.

"Nice underwear" taunted Dan “You really wanted to stay in character, eh?”

The angry woman charged towards the sound of his voice, only to feel a smack on her butt. Tim laughed as he and his friend spanked her several more times, following her around as she stumbled along the yard. Her poor bottom got whacked so much, her red bottom began to glow through the silly undies. While Dan continued to spank the woman's rear end, Tim pulled the back of the panties to give her a massive wedgie and took a couple steps back to stretch them as far as possible. In doing so, he almost tripped on a wooden stick laying around, which he quickly recognized as Brianna’s ‘magic wand’. Getting another mischievous idea, he stuck the wand in the seat of her panties and let them snap back, sending the small rod halfway up her rear entrance.

“Aaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

Dan didn’t like being left out and decided to contribute with another smack that sent her flying forward as the wand was pushed further up her butt. She landed with her head into a jar full of candies and laid there, too shocked at the intrusion on her behind to react. 

The mocking sound of the boys’ laughter at having bested their second target and turning her into a joke was the only thing that snapped her back to her senses. She managed to yank the cape off and stand upright, albeit a little awkwardly due to the red and sore ass with the most uncomfortable feeling inside.

"That's it! You’re going to pay!" Brianna screeched, almost foaming at the mouth as she wildly lunged at her opponents. Alas they wouldn't, as the ghost buster threw his ‘ghost trap’ (aka a large net) at her, leaving the girl trapped.

"Let me go!” she screamed, squirming furiously and only getting herself more tangled up “You can't do this to me! Let go!"

"Oh, we'll let you go alright" smirked Dan “Although, you might regret asking for it.” 

An hour later, partygoers were flooding to the Salter residence. Dan and Tim watched from a hidden spot as the yard got more and more crowded. Nicole was already mingling with the crowd, dressed in a purple witch costume complete with high heels and pointed hat.

“This is the best party ever” complimented a guest “Especially the haunted house, it’s awesome!”

“Thanks, I put a lot of work into it” smiled Nicole.

“I have to know, where did you find the volunteers for the attractions?”

“Volunteers?” she repeated in confusion, before figuring her friends had decided to entertain the visitors by themselves.

And she was right… in a certain way.

If one were to enter the haunted house and look to the left, he would see a blistering red ass sticking out of the wall alongside a bunch of monster heads, the word ‘succubus’ written on it in black permanent marker. There, said person would be given the chance to spank the bottom either bare handed or with a variety of items ranging from brushes to wooden paddles. Though the ass twitched with each whack, only a muffled cry could be heard from the other side, giving the impression it was just a very realistic animatronic.

To the right another, bigger and redder posterior could be found in the middle of a ghoulish table, legs firmly tied down. Several packets of hot sauce, itching gel and chili powder surrounded it, together with a few containers of toothpicks, although many of them were already empty. A large funnel lodged into the rear end allowed easy access to these ingredients, though many visitors seemed to prefer to use them on the skin outside, as proven by the scarlet buttocks generously adorned with small wooden sticks.

At the end of the journey was a mummified woman hanging from the ceiling by her panties. The squirming mummy was gagged with a piece of tape that read ‘one candy for customer’. Since the candy was hidded within the bandages, people were supposed to rummage inside and take their treat; most of them, however, preferred to take a squeeze or ten instead.

Oblivious to her friends’ fate, Nicole kept wandering through the crowd, stopping once in a while to grab a snack or chat with an acquaintance. Then, she saw the person she was waiting for the most: Thomas Willington, the hunkiest boy in town, looking even sexier in his vampire costume.

Without hesitation she reached him and offered a quick dance. To her joy, he accepted and led her out to the center of the party. Soon they were swaying to the music in the middle of the lawn, her long dress occasionally rising during a twirl to show a brief glimpse of her smooth, tanned legs.  

Nicole felt like she was in Heaven: a great party, a hot dance partner, and dozens of envious and lustful eyes on her. ‘Life can’t get any better then this’ she thought ‘It feels almost as if I’m flying!’

At that precise moment a hook attached to a harness, normally used to propel fake ghosts through the air, was hooked onto her clothes from behind. Before she could react it moved sideways, dragging the surprised witch with it across the yard before coming to a sudden stop, right in front of two familiar boys. It then went up, lifting the entire costume with it and leaving her in just her stilettos and white panties.

Nicole didn’t even notice, too busy gawking at the amused figures of Dan and Tim, the latter of which held the remote for moving the crane. Furious, she stomped over to them. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here? Neither of you is invited, or welcome for that matter!” she snarled, looking ready to beat the crap out of them right then and there. Unfortunately (for her at least) doing that in front of so many people wouldn’t be a good idea for her reputation, so she had to settle for a piercing glare. 

They just laughed harder. “We’re part of the entertainment for the night” chuckled Dan “By the way, don’t you feel a draft?”

“A draft?” asked Nicole, confusion briefly replacing anger “What is that supposed to mean?”

Now that she thought about it, she did feel a bit cold. Unconsciously she rubbed her hands over her body to warm it up and noticed something, or rather a lack of something. Realization dawning, she slowly glanced down… and immediately wished she hadn’t.

Not a good day to choose not to wear a bra.

“EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” Nicole quickly covered her large breasts as best as possible and started to back away from the crowd. Too bad Tim was waiting for her in that direction.

And, once again, he got to use his devil fork.

Poink

“YEOW!” went Nicole as she jumped forward.

Snap went the elastic on her panties as it broke, leaving the garment tangled around the twin prongs.

For the second time in ten seconds she let out a piercing EEEEEKKKKKKKK, so loud it almost deafened 3 people who had the misfortune of standing too close to her. Nicole felt like she was going to explode from this new humiliation: here she was, standing in front of the entire neighborhood, completely naked. Only her shoes were left, which was nowhere near enough coverage in her opinion. Dan and Tim seemed to disagree, for they both gave her a thumb up and an approving whistle.

Somehow, it didn’t make her feel any better.

Hiding her female assets with both hands, Nicole resumed backing away only for Dan to stick his leg between hers. Nicole tripped and fell over, landing with a loud yelp into a large plastic pumpkin complete with a large –and hot- lightbulb that found itself nestled between her supple buttcheeks. 

She sat there stunned for a few seconds. The rising burning sensation soon brought her back to her senses, and she thrust herself out of the decoration with all her might. Now not only was her gorgeous body on full display for everyone there, much to the general appreciation, but her butt was as red as her face, which by the way was very red at the moment.

Cameras, cell phones and other devices were all out and taking picture after picture. Too much in shock to even let out a squeak at this point, Nicole just covered herself again and hobbled to her front door, inadvertently giving all presents a nice view of her shaking ass and the bulb still stuck in it. Kicking open the door, Nicole rushed in and slammed it shut behind her. Only then did she take a breath of relief.

It proved to be a little premature.

“Having a nice Halloween, miss Salter?” Dan called out from the second floor. Apparently he had preceded her while she was cooking her posterior “I always knew you had a smoking ass, but I had no idea it could be taken so literally.”

“YOU!” eyery one of the woman’s muscles clenched, her buttocks crushing the bulb and turning it into minuscule glass shards, but she was too mad to care “Aaaarrgghhhh! I’m going to KILL YOU!” flames could be seen in her eyes as she ran up the stairs. Nicole had just reached the top when she noticed that Tim was at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at her and waving his fork, the panties on it flapping like a flag. 

Now even angrier, Nicole turned to rush at him, and that was when Dan grabbed the carpet under her feet and yanked hard enough to pull it taut. She lost her balance and slid down the stairs, giving her tormented backside a severe rug burn.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” she screamed, half in pain and half in fear as she watched Tim point his weapon at her approaching derriere.

The young boy firmly planted his feet and braced himself “Ready for impact in 3“

“Nonononono…” Nicole stretched her arms and legs sideways, frantically searching for something, anything to slow her descent. The only result was to spread her asscheeks, presenting an even better target.

”2“

“Heeeeeeeeeelllllllllllpppppppppppppppp!”

“1, and-”

Thump

Swack!

“AWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!”

Unable to do anything else, the woman fell on her knees and cupped her double abused backside. This was a pain she knew all too well, not that it made this any more tolerable. The only thing that pushed her to get back on her feet was the knowledge that it could still get worse. Slowly pulling out the sharp prongs, Nicole began to hobble her way towards the kitchen, looking for shelter. If she could barricade herself in there, she’d be safe until her friends came to help.

“Gee, you don’t have to be such a sore ass about it” joked Tim, calmly following after her, not even trying to stop the stumbling blonde as she reached to open the door.

She didn’t see Dan hop on top of the handrail, nor him slid down at high speed. She did feel, however, when he slammed feet first on her ass and sent her flying. The last thing she remembered was the fast approaching wall before her head collided on it.

Then, blissfull unconsciouness claimed her.

About an hour later the two boys came out the front door. The party was still going strong, but unfortunately the younger of the duo had a strict curfew and they had no choice but to leave, only pausing for a moment to spare a fond glance back at the house.

“It has been a good Halloween, wouldn’t you say?” asked Dan, patting the bag of sweets he had snatched on the way out.

“The best of my life” grinned Tim, twirling his fork like a cheerleading baton. The stolen undies were still hanging off it.

As for Nicole, she probably would’ve disagreed with that statement.

For, if one were to enter the house, they would find a very unusual view. The blonde was sitting in a wooden folding chair set in front of the door, her limbs tightly tied down, her butt pushed back through the hole in the backrest and pointed right at the entrance. Said butt had been turned orange by a generous application of chili sauce, and with the addition of a large number of zits (aka black safety pins) it now closely resembled a witch’s face. The look was completed by the long crooked nose sticking from its middle, a thick candle already lit up and delivering all its heat right at the poor booty. Wouldn’t want her to catch a cold, right?

The unlucky woman squirmed and wiggled in her bonds, desperately trying to break free before someone came in and found her humiliating situation. She was also encouraged by the large candle, as the more time passed the more its burning end approached her vulnerable flesh, preceded by a thin but constant stream of hot melted wax.

Yes, definitely not her best Halloween.

So remember: if you don’t want the trick, you better give the treat!

Chapter Text

Nicole was exhausted.

After her latest experiences dealing with bratty kids and even brattier teenagers, the young woman had decided to abandon that line of work and take a seasonal job at the local toy store, Toys For All, to pay for the expensive stress-relief shopping that followed those ordeals.

Much to her irritation, due to the proximity to Christmas she’d been assigned the role of Santa’s wife; this meant she had to wear an short and tight-fitting red dress that did nothing to conceal her assets, with white furry trimming and a black belt that only served to accentuate her bosom, as well as a Santa hat over her blonde hair. Black stiletto boots completed the look, and also made sure she could barely walk straight without falling on her butt.

All day long she had to be careful every time she bent over, enduring the stares and ogles of coworkers and customers alike who were hoping for a peek at her panties. Luckily most of her time was spent dealing with little children, too young to care about her underwear. This didn’t mean they weren’t very, very annoying, constantly nagging her in those awful high-pitched voices if Santa got their letters, and she might have yelled at a few and sent them away in tears when no one was looking. 

By the end of the day her whole body was killing her for standing and moving around so much. Her legs ached, her feet ached, her shoulders ached… hell, her everything ached! She was immensely relieved when the clock signaled it was closing time; at long last Denise was alone, since all the others had decided to leave her behind with the job of closing shop after tidying up the storage room in the back, which they defined ‘newbie’s work’.

However, this suited her just fine: it was the perfect chance to use the silver keycard she had ‘borrowed’ from her employer to unlock the cash registers and help herself to a well deserved bonus for all her hard work. Not too much, just a couple hundred for day; with all the sales they were doing no one would notice, and in the following weeks of Christmas shopping spree she’d gather enough money to satisfy all her material desires for a while.

Finally, she was done cleaning; with a breath a sigh of relief Nicole turned to pick up the keycard that she had left on the counter by the door.

Only, it wasn't there.

"Huh? I’m sure I put it there" Nicole scratched her head in confusion " Where the hell did it go?"

Her eyes darted around, looking on the floor as well as the surrounding shelves, but there was no sign of the magnetic card. "Hello?" she shouted at the top of her lungs; if it hadn’t fallen or been misplaced, it had to mean someone else had taken it "Anyone here?"

Beside her echo rebounding from the walls, only silence answered.

"Oh no, I am not going home empty handed" Nicole snarled, twisting her head this way and that around the room in anger "Whoever you are, come out and give me back my key!"

Movement at the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she abruptly turned to see… a tiny elf holding the keycard? "Hey, give it back!" the girl shouted, before realizing exactly what she was seeing. She rubbed her eyes, then looked again.

The elf was gone.

"How..." Nicole blinked several times, looking around frantically "It was right there, I saw it… right?” she shook her head; elves didn’t exist! It must’ve been an hallucination of some sort, probably from stress “Wow, I really need to get some sleep; all this work is not good for my health.”

It was at this point that she heard it: a low, barely audible cackling sound. Nicole turned again and saw the tiny elf once more, this time sitting on a lower shelf surrounded by eerily similar stuffed elves, all wearing the same green dress, pointy hat and shoes; the only difference, he was holding her keycard in his tiny fingers and giggling, likely at her dumbfunded expression.

"You're...real?" the girl gawked, not taking her eyes off the small creature -it couldn’t be more than a foot tall- for a second as she slowly approached. He just sat there, staring back at her with a curious gleam in his eyes, waiting for her to come closer.

“Hi, I’m Bob” the elf said, his voice cheery and squeaky like you would imagine a chipmunk’s “Short for Bartholomew Overstain Bellerophonthes.”

“You can talk!” Nicole screeched. 

“Why, yes I can, miss Nicole Salter.”

“Y-you know my name?”

“I was sent here to collect some last-minute information on the latest toy requests, and overheard a few kids talking about you” he shook his head in disappointment “Nothing nice, I’m afraid. You’ve been very naughty, very naughty indeed. And so close to Christmas too!”

Ok, that was enough; Nicole had no intention of being lectured by a miniature… thing that by all logic shouldn’t even exist. She continued to approach the elf at a slow pace, careful not to give her hostile intentions away “I stopped believing in Santa a long time ago, so just give me that key and I’ll forget we ever met. Deal?”

“You mean the key you stole in order to rob the registers?” Nicole gasped, and the elf tutted in disapproval “Sorry, I think I’ll go and put it back where it belong-”

Nicole suddenly lunged forward, her hand reaching for the silver card; however the elf was quicker and leapt into the air to land at a safe distance. Her fingers found nothing but air as she crashed awkwardly into the mass of stuffed toys and sent them flying, her head slamming on the wooden shelf.

"Oooww" the girl groaned woozily as she struggled to her feet, albeit unsteadily. It was now taking quite an effort to balance herself on the stiletto boots, but she was single-minded in her greedy desire to get that key. A sparkle caught her eye, and she glanced up to find it on a much higher shelf. The elf, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where did that little runt go?" she wondered, before smiling smugly "Ha, I bet he got scared and ran away back to the North Pole."  

Nicole dragged a chair underneath the shelf, carefully stepped on it -her heels making it much harder than normal- and reached up. Her fingers could just barely touch the bottom of the shelf, so she pushed herself on her tiptoes.

But the moment she reached the key, it moved.

"What the-" Nicole mumbled as she felt around the spot "Where is it?"

Busy in her search, she didn’t see Bob dart around on ground level and place a large amount of plastic soldiers around the chair, their small but pointy bayonettes pointed upward. Job complete, he raced back up to the shelf at Nicole’s chest level; from this position he could see her large melons bounce up and down, almost spilling out of the tight dress on several occasions as she continued her search.

“Come on, come on, where are you?”

Bob tiptoed closer to her chest, dragging two nutcracker dolls and placing them in front of each breast. He lined them up perfectly and waited for the right time. The moment both of her boobs bounced up again, he pushed the dolls forward and set them off. The wooden teeth immediately closed, clamping down on the large orbs of flesh.

It took a couple seconds to register what happened, as if time had momentarily stopped; then all at once the pain rushed to Nicole’s brain.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! MY TITS!”

Nicole reached to her chest and tried to pull the dolls off, but the well-designed merchandize didn’t budge an inch. The only result was to stretch her breasts, something they really didn’t appreciate.

 “Get –ow- off of me -ow- you creepy dolls -ooowwww!”

However the more Nicole freaked out about freeing her breasts, the more precarious her balance grew; in the end her heel got caught in the chair's cushion, causing her to tumble backwards. She fell off the chair, only to land on the toy army waiting on the floor.

“WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Shooting up to her feet, Nicole frantically shook her butt to dislodge the numerous bayonettes sunk into it, involuntarily shaking her pinched breasts as well and sending new jolts of pain from them. Torn between which abused area needed tending first, the beautiful blonde stumbled around and collided with another shelf; the entire mobile shook, and over a dozen boxes filled with heavy decorations fell on top of her.

"Owww" Nicole groaned in a mixture of dizziness and pain, too stunned to even scream; slowly returning to her senses, she pushed several plastic snowmen and reindeers off herself before focusing once more on the nutcrackers. After a few painful tugs, her breasts were finally free and she could concentrate on her punctured behind. 

Bob watched everything from a safe distance, laughing the entire time and occasionally making an unpleasant comment about her IQ.

"THAT’S IT!" roared Nicole, once more charging at the elf now that she was cleared and her anger reignited “I’M GOING TO SKIN YOU AND TURN YOU INTO A PAIR OF BOOTS!”

The elf calmly danced around her wild grabs, backing away and careful to always stay out of her reach. When the angry woman lunged for the umpteenth time, he scampered towards a corner of the room and ducked under a wooden platform not even a foot high, disappearing from sight.

"Aha!" Nicole yelled in triumph "You've trapped yourself you stupid midget, that’s a dead end!"  

She walked confidently to the rig, her hands going underneath it to catch the elusive creature; but as she felt around she couldn’t find neither the elf nor her key.  

"I have to go deeper" she huffed, pushing herself more and more below the boards until her chest was squeezed underneath as well. She could touch the opposite wall now, and her hands were flailing back and forth but finding nothing in the dark space.

"Where are you, little elf? I know you're in here somewhere..."  she managed to scoot just a little bit further, her breasts squished on the cold floor "Give me my key, and maybe I won’t wring your scrawny neck!"

There was that tiny cackle again, and Nicole spotted a small shape brush past her right arm and run out of the platform.

"Oh no you don't, come back here now!" she tried to scoot backwards and follow him, only to find that her upper body was now perfectly wedged inside the gap and refused to budge in any direction.

"Nononono, not again…"  Nicole started to panic, chest heaving and legs kicking frantically as unwanted memories of her past experiences resurfaced to her mind "You little bastard, you did it on purpose!"

“Actually, that was all you” giggled Bob, who thanks to his small height was in a perfect position to check out her holiday underwear “And seriously, reindeer themed panties? Those things went out of fashion years ago!”

“Eeeeeekkk!” Nicole immediately folded her legs to regain some privacy “Don’t look, you pervert! And what does an elf know about fashion anyway?”

“Can’t a guy have some hobbies? It gets boring to wait 364 days every year for Christmas to come.”

The trapped woman took a deep, calming breath, and decided to change tactic “On that note, Christmas is a period of goodwill and compassion; so could you please let me out? Pretty please?”

“Do you promise to not steal anymore?”

“Yes, of course!” she swore. Her face, hidden from view, twisted into an evil sneer ‘It’ll be much more profitable to catch and sell you to a museum. Or maybe a zoo? A circus? No matter, I’ll just give you to whoever pays the most.’

Outside the platform, Bob snapped his fingers. A thin trail of magical sparks appeared from his hand and floated to a nearby forklift; the large machine came to life and started moving to his position, forks sliding under the wooden boards. Another snap, and they lifted it.

“WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

And with it Nicole, whose’s panties had been snagged as well. The poor woman was now hanging several feet off the ground, bobbing up and down with every movement of the machine “PUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWN!”

“Sorry, but I’m barely 147 years old; not nearly ancient enough for a museum” he said in a half bemused, half irritated tone “And a zoo? Really?”

“How-”

“We elves can read minds; how do you think Santa learns of what every child in the world wants?” the fork rose and fell a few times, making Nicole shriek as her panties were literally buried into her asscrack “Letters are nice, sure, but there are a lot of kids who can’t write or live somewhere without mail service.”

“I’m sorry, I-”

“…Want to whack me repeatedly with a baseball bat, then throw me in a dumpster and set it on fire” finished Bob, clearly unamused “It appears you need another lesson in Christmas spirit.”

“No, wait… what are you… stoooooop!”   

“I keep telling you, all the good stuff has already been sold” complained a middle aged man, walking around the mall with his family.

“Maybe, but at least there isn’t the usual crowd” countered his wife “This way we don’t risk losing our baby.”

“Mooom” whined little Timothy in embarrassment “I’m not a little kid anymore!”

“Oh hon, you’ll always be our sweet little boy” cooed his mother “Now, where do you want to go first?”

“…to tell Santa what present I want” Tim muttered, cheeks flaming red. He knew it was childish, but there was something he really wanted to ask. So, after promising to be careful and be back in an hour, Tim headed to the ‘Santa area’.

He knew it wasn’t the real Santa, in fact it was just a mechanical Santa puppet who could only wave and say ‘Ho ho ho’ when a kid sat on his lap, but nonetheless he hoped his wish would reach the jolly fat man to the North Pole.

Upon arriving, however, he found a huge crowd surrounding the place.

“What’s going on?” asked Tim, confused. Had the manager added a new attraction? Thanks to his small size, it was easy for him to slip through the mass of people and reached the front line. Once there, however, his jaw dropped in shock.

Nicole Salter, his ex-babysitter, was lying stomach down on the fake Santa's lap, the back of her red dress pulled up to reveal a big, equally red bottom; if one were to look more closely, they could also see a hint of underwear escaping her asscrack. Duct tape had been wrapped around her arms and legs, welding them on either side of the giant robot and making her look like a child ready to be spanked.

And that was exactly what was going on: someone had moved the puppet’s arm out of alignment so that, instead of waving, it's large, hard, plastic gloved hand was delivering a brutal spanking on the poor woman’s behind.

SMACK!

“HMPH!” she yelped into the collection of candy bars stuffed in her mouth.

“Ho ho ho” chanted robot Santa “You’re a naughty girl.”

Apparently his vocabulary had been changed as well.

SMACK!

“HMPH!”

“Ho ho ho” was it just him, or did Santa’s smile seem wider than it should? “You’re a naughty girl.”

Most of the audience was torn between laughing and ogling; still no one moved to help, figuring this was some sort of publicity stunt. Tim casually walked in front of the trapped woman, who’s eyes bugged out in horror upon recognizing him.

“MMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMH!” her renewed struggles were a pleasant sight for the young boy, who rather enjoyed watching her chest bounce around; in doing so he noticed a folded piece of paper sticking out of her abyssal cleavage, and with no hesitation stuck a hand in it to retrieve the object.

The fact that it took him five minutes to pick it up had nothing to do with how soft and squishy her boobs were.

Unfolding the paper, he read:

Dear Tom.

I was deeply moved by the fact that, instead of asking for new toys, all you wished from Santa was to see your beloved sitter again; which is why I decided to give you this as an early Christmas present. Have fun playing with her!

Merry Christmas.

Bob

…

…

…

Who the heck was Bob?

“Hey kid, what does that note say?” asked someone in the crowd.

Smirking, Tim stuffed the letter in his pocket “Apparently this girl has been hired for an advertisement against misbehaving kids. No one is to free her until the mall closes.”

“Oh” mumbled the man, looking more than a little displeased.

The boy’s smirk widened. “I said don’t free, not don’t touch” he grinned evilly “I’m sure she’d be happy to have someone give her a nice massage, especially on her poor red butt.”

No sooner had the words left his lips, that a mob of people swarmed the helpless woman. Her muffled cries of protest were either ignored or mistook for acting.

Tim stood nearby, watching but not interfering, choosing to lend his toy for others to have fun before him.

After all, Christmas is also about sharing.

Chapter Text

It was a warm and sunny day. Nicole decided to take advantage of it to put up new wallpaper in her bedroom. She used a large brush to spread the superglue onto a sheet, then pressed it against the wall and moved the next one, humming to herself the entire time. Her booty shook and wiggled to the rythm, a delectable show on any occasion but this one in particular since the summer heat had forced her into a pair of shorts and a tight tank top. Not that it mattered since there was nobody else at home.

At least, that’s what she thought. Unknown to her a hungry wasp had snuck inside through an open window, attracted by the wallpaper’s flowery pattern which he had mistaken for real food.

Without hesitation the insect flew at the closest painted flower, planning to gorge himself in sweet pollen only to bounce right off. Confused, he righted midair and tried again with the same result. Nicole turned around at the tiny thump and saw the bug repeatedly smack headfirst against the yellow decorations.

“What a dumb creature” she jeered, amused by the insect’s actions. However the incessant buzzing rapidly grew on her nerves, and she grabbed a flyswatter to get rid of the tiny annoyance. The wasp had no warning whatsoever before he suddenly found himself hit with great force and flung into a wall. Satisfied, Nicole laughed mockingly and went back to work, certain the problem was dealt with.

Big mistake. As the saying goes: you mess with the wasp, you get the stinger.

The bug slowly got up, annoyed and pissed at the unprovoked aggression. He hovered close to the human female, right in front of her large booty. It was swaying hypnotically in synch with her hums as she spread glue across a strip of wallpaper on the floor. Not that it mattered, the target was so big he could hit it with a hundred eyes closed and five legs behind his back. The wasp aimed his stinger and flew at full speed.

At the last second, Nicole heard the buzzing and dodged out of the way. In doing so, however, she ended up falling ass first in a bucket of glue and got stuck there. To get out she had to remove the shorts, revealing a black thong that left her ample bottom mostly exposed.

“No fair, I just bought them” she whined at seeing her ruined pants glued to the bucket.

Whilst she was preoccupied mourning her clothes, the wasp took advantage of it and tried to puncture her yet again. Nicole ran around the room covering her ass in an attempt to shield it from harm. He gave chase, his stinger grazed her booty a couple times and causing her to jump in fright. However she was moving too much for him to deal any real damage.

He attempted another divebomb. Alarmed at the sound, Nicole bent her body backwards in seeming slow motion, Matrix style, intent on letting the bug overshot her; instead she somehow managed to catch him into her cleavage by mistake. Her eyes bulged in shock for a second until she felt him squirm and poke between her boobs, then shrieked in fear and threw the top away with him still inside. The wasp easily crawled out of the bunched garment and turned to face the human, now bare chested and only clad in her black underwear. Foolishly, she had backed herself into a corner. He readied his stinger and shot forward, a black-and-yellow bullet.

Nicole covered her exposed curves and cast her gaze around in search of something to defend herself. A glance at the table beside her proved her salvation, as it held exactly what she needed. When the wasp began his attack, she grabbed the flyswatter and waved it around like a drunk swordswoman in an effort to keep him at bay.

Undeterred he kept up the offensive, flitting from side to side to probe her defences, looking for a way to get close while avoiding her wild strikes. In the end he managed to land on her left buttock and prepared to plunge his stinger. Nicole instinctively swatted at him with all her strenght, but the excessive hurry caused her to miss and instead smack her own ass.

“Ow!”

The supple bottom jiggled on impact. To the wasp it was like standing in the epicenter of a class 8 earthquake, and he struggled to maintain his position. He was ultimately forced to abandon it when the swatter came down again, allowing Nicole to spank herself a second time.

“Ow!”

‘This must be the dumbest human I’ve ever met’ thought the wasp.

Human and bug continued their duel –if it can be called that when one sword is half an inch long and the other is made of cheap plastic- with neither able to break the stalemate until the latter ducked under one of the former's swings and finally stung her bottom. Nicole shrieked and dropped the flyswatter to cup the punctured area with both hands.

The wasp pressed the advantage and went for a follow-up hit. Nicole recovered just in the nick of time and smacked him with the back of her hand, more out of luck than skill. The bug was sent flying and landed on the bottom edge of a strip of taped wallpaper, right over a drop of leaked glue. He tried to fly away but one of his legs had gotten caught in the adhesive.

“I’ve got you now!” Nicole boasted, raising a hand and smashing it on the wall to squash him once and for all. He just barely managed to avoid being flattened. She threw a barrage of slaps which were dodged for want of a nail, not realizing how her hands were becoming covered in glue nor how the vibrations she caused were gradually weakening the wallpaper’s adhesion to the wall. One particularly powerful smack resulted in the strip of paper finally detaching and shooting to the ceiling with the blonde woman in tow, where they both remained stuck.

Nicole was left there, dangling from her glue-stained hands. The wasp, now free of the glue, looked up and was delighted to find his opponent hanging off the ceiling, helpless and vulnerable. He rose in the air to get a better angle of attack.

At the same time Nicole looked down and took stock of her precarious situation. She tried to pull her hands free but was unsuccessful. Maybe she should’ve used a weaker glue. Then she noticed the bug barrel towards her plump booty from behind, stinger fully extended, and gulped nervously. Somehow she managed to twerk aside and save her big bottom.

The wasp zipped at her again and again, and every time Nicole twisted and turned to evade him. Growing frustrated at the repeated failures, he took a gaspful of air and moved towards the corner of the ceiling, stinger aimed right for her booty hole. Nicole paled as she realized what his intentions were.

“Oh no, don’t you dare…”

He dared.

The woman furiously tried to wrench her hands free, but was only able to tear a small gap between the ceiling and the strip of wallpaper. The bug flew full force at her and she began kicking wildly at the direction he was coming from, in a desperate attempt to intercept him. Miraculously it worked, and the insect was knocked into a trashcan.

“Hah, serves you right!”

Despite her gloating, Nicole knew she had only bought herself a small amount of time. She looked at the gap formed in the paper, and an idea came to mind.

"Ah what the hell, I have nowhere else to go."

Nicole wiggled inside the wallpaper, turning around so she was facing the ceiling, and closed the opening with her feet. She was now completely invisible from the outside, covered head to toe by the flowery theme. Just in time for the wasp to come back to his senses and climb out of the can. To say he was dismayed at finding the human gone would be a severe understatement.

‘How did she escape so fast?’ he grumbled in annoyance. He couldn’t believe he let her get away so easily.

He was about to leave in defeat when by chance one of his many eyes glanced again at the wallpaper on the ceiling and found it… different from before. Instead of being mostly flat with a few small creases, it now presented a large bump; especially the middle, where upon closer inspection he could see a familiar bulge with the outline of a buttcrack.

Maybe she hadn’t escaped after all.

Using his stinger as a saw, the wasp cut a perimeter around the bulge and was pleased when Nicole's booty burst out of the narrow opening. It hung there like a meaty chandelier, bobbing and wiggling in the air.

Had he been able to, the wasp would’ve laughed. In her attempt to hide, the foolish human had only succeeded in trapping herself. Stuck between the ceiling and the wallpaper, her whole body imprisoned under the papering, she could do nothing to stop him now.

He aimed his stinger, and was about to take the shot when a deliciously mischievous idea formed into his head. After all she had put him through, one measly sting was nowhere near enough for punishment. Not just for his mistreatment, but for the fake flowers as well. What kind of psycho tricks a starving guy? So he flew out the open window and to a tree down the street which held his hive. It didn’t take long to persuade his colony to follow him, all two hundred and five of them.

Meanwhile, Nicole was waiting nervously within the wallpaper. She didn't know if the wasp had gone or not, but there was no more buzzing to be heard; maybe she was safe now…

Poink

“Aaayyyy!” she cried as a sharp pain erupted through her left buttock.

Poink

“Wwwaaaaaaa!” she wailed, another stinger plunging into her right asscheek. She attempted to wriggle out of the way but the glue had already hardened and refused to budge. She was helplessly trapped with no way out, unable to do anything except wiggle her ass.

Poink

“Oooowwwwwwwwww!”

The wasp watched in glee as his friends took turns in stinging Nicole's rear end, enjoying the way it bounced and quivered after each hit. Some were having so much fun they went back in line for a second round.

An hour passed, then two; in the end every single insect had at least a turn, some even three or four, and so they returned to their hive for a well deserved rest.

All, that is, except for one. The first wasp, who felt his work wasn’t done yet.

He carefully examined Nicole's booty. It had become bright red as a result of all the stings, and so swollen it had practically doubled in size. The thong was gone, reduced to shreds by the unrelenting onslaught. Nicole herself had long before fallen unconscious due to excessive pain.

Well, that won’t do at all.

With considerable effort the wasp pushed a bucket of glue directly underneath Nicole's dangling backside and readied his stinger. The swelling had forced her buttcheeks apart to reveal the only spot left untouched… for now.

He took an adequate running start, then flew with all his power and speed and plunged into the tiny bumhole. The devastating assault was enough to jolt Nicole awake, and she wailed in agony with all the strength her lungs could offer. She began to thrash uncontrollably against the wallpaper until it finally tore apart and she fell to the ground.

As the wasp had planned, her head landed inside the bucket and she was plunged into darkness. Panicked, Nicole attempted to remove it only to find that the adhesive had already taken hold. She got on her feet and flailed around blindly, glue pouring over her arms and legs.

During her stumbles she tripped on an unused roll of wallpaper and was sent flying to the window. Thankfully it was open so she didn’t break the glass and get cut, instead flopping halfway out. Her upper body was outside, leaving her boobs for all the neighborhood to see, while her posterior remained inside at the mercy of the devious insect. She attempted to pull herself up but as said before this glue was very strong and fast acting, and she realised her arms and legs were now stuck on both sides of the window.

The wasp buzzed gleefully as he watched all of this unfold. Once again his quarry was stuck in a trap of –mostly- her own making. Nicole heard the buzzing but was in too much pain to feel fear. Instead she became incensed with rage and started to rant at him, believing, in her distorted perception, that things couldn’t possibly grow worse.

"You're in big trouble now, you pesky bug!” unseen by her, he picked up the discarded fly swatter off the ground and moved to hover right behind her “When I get out of this, I swear I'm gonna-"

Smack

“Ow!” Nicole yelped as he swatted her with her own swatter. Normally she would’ve hardly felt a thing due to his minuscule strenght –he could barely hold the paddle as it was- but in its current condition her ass was so sensitive even the slightest touch was as painful as the kick of a mule. A sting would’ve been a hundred times worse, but he didn’t want her to faint again too soon.

Smack

Smack

Smack

Inside the bucket, Nicole closed her eyes and howled in anguish as the wasp delivered a continuous barrage to her sore booty. Drawn by the screams, a large crowd had gathered in front of her house. Some scandalized mothers, a few fathers who pretended to be while not-so-subtly checking her out, and a horde of horny teenagers shamelessly ogling her breasts as they bounced with each spank. Some were even filming her. One of the boys was on the phone, calling all his friends to get their butts over there as fast as they could.

The wasp watched it all in satisfaction. He swooped in and stung her booty as a final goodbye, then smiled and flew off. This human would think twice before messing with him again.

Chapter Text

A wizard, a devil and a ghost walked across the street.

No, it’s not the beginning of a joke. It’s Halloween, and three little boys in costume were eager to fill their bags to the brim with sweet, tooth-rotting treats. Young and inexperienced in the art of trick-or-treating, they headed to a house the more experienced children avoided like the plague.

Riiing

The door creaked open and a lovely young woman peeked outside. White makeup covered her face, and she wore a candid nightgown that barely reached past her hips and left her long, smooth legs fully exposed save for the high heels at her feet. Upon seeing the dressed up kids, she smiled kindly.

“My my, what do we have here?” she giggled “Three terrifying monsters at my doorstep! Whatever shall I do?”

The boys giggled as well.

“Trick or treat!” they chorused, offering their already half full paper bags.

“How scary! Here, take these” she dropped a red bar in each sack “Happy Halloween.”

“To you as too” the devil glanced at the nameplate next to the door “Miss Salter.”

“Oh it will be” her gentle smile morphed into a sadistic grin “In three, two, one…”

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

The kids screamed in fright at the loud detonation as their bags literally exploded, throwing flakes of paper and pieces of carbonized sweets everywhere, splattering across their costumes. A glob of half melted chocolate hit the wizard’s cheek and he started crying in fear while the other two stumbled back in shock, staring at the charred remains of an entire night of work.

“Did you like my firecrackers?” Nicole Salter cackled at the boys’ horrified expressions “Hope they weren’t too spicy for your taste.”

“You destroyed all our candy!” cried the ghost “You’re a meanie!”

“Bah, just for that tiny prank?”

“That was a big prank!”

“No it wasn’t” Nicole reached behind her and pulled a rope from the ceiling, activating a pulley system that upturned a bucket set right above the door. A stream of cold water fell on the kids, soaking their costumes and drenching them to the bone.

“This is a big prank” she laughed. The children stared at her in disbelief and horror. Tears streamed down their faces, made even more grotesque by the smeared makeup. It only made her laugh harder “And unless you want more, I suggest you scram.”

They obeyed, abandoning the destroyed treats, tripping over their own costumes in their rush to put as much distance as possible from the house and its cruel owner who had ruined their festivity.

Up in the sky, another young woman was having fun. Not by tormenting little children, but by performing aerial acrobatics on her broom. For Sabrina Ravenclaw was a witch and tonight was her night; the only time of the year she could show off her powers without the magic council breathing down her neck. Even if someone saw her, they’d simply chalk it up to wires and special effects.

She swooped closer to the ground, occasionally pausing to scare a group of bats or peekaboo a black cat. Nothing malicious, just harmless fun and mischief. After all, that’s what Halloween is all about.

That was why the sound of quiet sobbing had her stop in her tracks. The broom halted midair so sharply it almost threw her off. Leaning to the side she found three children in soaked costumes sitting on the edge of a sidewalk, looking sad and teary-eyes. The ghost was squeezing his sheet to get most of the water out.

Curious and concerned, Sabrina landed and approached them.

“Excuse me” she called “Can you tell me what happened? Why aren’t you enjoying this joyful night?”

The kids glanced at each other, silently discussing whether to trust this stranger. She seemed to be around 20 years old, with long raven hair framing a beautiful oval face and bright green eyes. An elegant black dress covered her entire body, reaching down to her sleeves and fluttering just above the ground.

It was the devil who answered “We were enjoying it, that is until we met this mean lady…”

Sabrina listened to the boy’s tale, growing increasingly furious as the story progressed. Frightening children? Ruining costumes? Destroying candy?

“Don’t worry, I’ll deal with her” she promised the forlorn trio “Wait here, I’ll be back with more sweets than you had before.”

Sabrina marched to the house, rightful indignation in each step, and knocked repeatedly on the door until it opened.

“Hello child-” Nicole blinked at the new arrival “Aren’t you a little old for this?”

“I’m here on behalf of some poor kids you have just humiliated” Sabrina gave her a stern glare, arms crossed over her chest “What you did to them was cruel, uncalled for, and completely against the spirit of Halloween.”

Nicole rolled her eyes, clearly not impressed “Did you come here just to read me the riot act?”

“Aren’t you the least bit ashamed of making those kids cry?”

“Mmmh, let me think about it… nope” her hand casually reached to the side “And one more thing.”

“What?”

“This” and she pulled the rope.

Splash!

Sabrina just stood there, frozen in shocked disbelief while the blonde woman laughed and slammed the door in her face. Cold water dripped from her clothes and formed a pool around her feet. At last she came to her senses, an unmeasurable pit of rage swelling inside. Never had she been treated in such a manner, not once in all her 250 years of life. She angrily stomped to where the kids were waiting, still shivering in their wet costumes, and snapped her fingers. At once the clothes dried up, including her own.

“Wow!” gasped the ghost, fingering his blanket. There wasn’t a drop of moisture left; on the contrary, it looked clean and warm as if just ironed. He stared at the woman in wonder, awe in his eyes “You’re a witch? A real witch?”

“Certified and graduated with full marks” confirmed Sabrina proudly “Now, wanna help me teach that girl a lesson?”

The three kids nodded at once, eager for some payback. She cackled and rubbed her hands. The council may give her an earful later, but right now she couldn’t care less.

“Than let’s get to work.”

Ten minutes later, the quartet was gathered around a large cauldron Sabrina had conjured out of nowhere, tossing ingredients into it.

“Eye of salamander, tail of manta ray, give the power to command all I spray” she chanted, watching the potion sparkle and change color with each addition. The children watched from a safe distance in marvel as the brew gurgled and crackled. A spray erupted from the cauldron, alongside a bright purple flash and a noise like fireworks.

Sabrina let the potion simmer down for a minute. Once it had reached the perfect shade of fluorescent green, she filled an old fahioned sprayer to the brim “There, it’s ready. Now let’s test if it works.”

She sprinkled a random dumpster, which promptly sprouted legs and ran away leaving screams and honking cars in its wake.

“Uh, maybe it needs more salt… oh well, it’ll do” her broom glided to her on its own and she jumped onboard, followed by the kids, before blasting off in the air “Onward, to revenge!”

The assorted company flew through the night sky, with the boys cheering loudly at the breathtaking experience. They soon reached Nicole’s house, and the wizard made to get off.

“Not yet, dearie” scolded Sabrina, grabbing the scruff of his robe “We have to soften her up first.”

“How?” asked the child.

The witch pointed her sprayer at a carved pumpkin. “Watch and learn” she blew some powder, and the deceased vegetable glowed before it started flying. His hollow eyes blinked, and the candle inside flared bright as if just woken up from a nap. The ghost poked it curiously, and almost got his finger bitten.

“These kids are off limits” Sabrina warned threateningly “But if you want to have fun, there’s someone in that house in dire need of a lesson.”

The pumpkin snapped at attention and zoomed to ring the doorbell. Nicole opened the door, more firecrackers at hand, and promptly screamed upon seeing the pumpkin stare at her maliciously. That’s when Sabrina and the kids flew in. Her broom hooked on Nicole’s dress and lifted her up, then carried her inside the house and pinned her to the wall.

“Hello again” she saluted the blonde, who was staring in shock at the flying broom and its riders. Sabrina leaned on her face to give a toothy grin that abruptly morphed into a set of fangs worthy of a white shark “Now, I believe you have some treats for us?”

“Y-yes, right away!”

The terrified woman hastily raced to obey, accidentally ripping off her dress as it was still pinned by the broom. Heels aside, all she had to cover herself now was a skimpy white thong and matching bra. But she was too frightened to care about her lack of clothes, instead hurrying to the pantry and gathering all the snacks and sweets she could carry in her arms.

“Hah, what a pushover” joked Sabrina to the kids, who snickered in reply. Unfortunately the comment was overheard by Nicole and she stopped collecting food, her pride jolted back by the jab.

“Pushover?” she repeated, as indignation pushed down her fear. Throwing everything back inside the pantry, she double-locked it and marched back to the witch, showing her the key before flinging it in the air. Sabrina swiped with her hand, but too late as Nicole caught it in her mouth and swallowed it.

“How’s this for a pushover?” the blonde laughed, derisively patting her belly. She may not get anything to eat for the night, but at least neither would these brats!

Sabrina fumed at such pettiness. Clearly this girl deserved a far harsher lesson than she thought.

“Ooh, now you’ve made me mad. Magic potion, ancient powder, put her feet under my power!” the witch angrily sprayed Nicole’s legs, causing them to shiver and turn a light blue.

“My feet! I just had a pedicure!” she shrieked in horror “What did you do?”

“Wrong question. You should be wondering what you are about to do.”

Startled, Nicole felt her right leg move on its own, stretching out before flying backward to deliver a mighty kick to her plump posterior. The other joined right after, and the two feet started hammering her ass so hard she was actually lifted off the ground.

“Ow! What the- Ow! Stop it- owowOW!”

Her feet didn’t listen; if anything they hit harder, sinking the pointy heels deep into the flesh above.

“OW! That hurts!”

“You think that’s painful?” cackled Sabrina “Little girl, I’m just getting started. How about a trip around the house?”

Nicole was helpless as her traitorous limbs carried her to the kitchen, right on a collision course with the line of pots and frying pans neatly lined above the stove. She slammed facefirst against one, then another, and so on until she could feel church bells ringing inside her head. A couple pots had gotten stuck on her feet and she kicked them off, accidentally losing the heels in the process.

“This display is rather dull, kick your hooves and act like a bull.”

The blonde dropped on all four and started leaping here and there at random, legs kicking in the air as she hopped on her hands, waving her singed ass around to cool it off. Her breasts smacked on the floor multiple times, and the bra strained to not let them spill out.

“This isn’t funny” she screamed “I’m getting dizzy here!”

“You should stop all your whines, go feel these cactus spines!”

“Cactus?” Nicole glanced at the plant in question, and exhaled a breath of relief; the thing was tiny, barely the size of her thumb, and its spines were practically nonexistent. No threat there.

Sabrina seemed to think so too, because she sprayed it with a healty dose of potion. The minuscule plant swelled up, growing bigger and bigger until it was the size of an oak. The needles had grown as well, and were now long as kitchen knives and just as sharp.

“Oh no. Oh nononono!” Nicole flailed her arms in search of something, anything to stop her behind from impaling itself. She stopped just shy of the pointy spines, her advance paused by her hands clutching a table for support. Her rebellious legs aligned her butt here and there, making sure to get the most needles aligned as she sputtered and wailed. A little more to the left… now a bit to the right… perfect! Finally they were satisfied with the positioning. With some effort, they stretched into the prickly plant.

“Ouch!” despite her cry she had barely made contact, still clinging to the table for dear life. The legs gave it another try. Against her will, her fingers began to lose their grip one by one. When she was holding on with just one finger, Sabrina gave the kids a thumb up and began the countdown.

“Three… two… one!” in that precise moment the last finger slipped and Nicole slammed full force into the cactus, dozens of needletips breaking off and sticking to her big rump.

“AAAWWWWWWWW!” her scream was so powerful the key she had ingested shot up from her stomach. As it was about to come out, however, she miraculously managed to catch it with her teeth. Her butt kept grinding against the long spines, tearing the thong to pieces, yet she refused to let go and instead used the pain to bit down harder.

“Huh” commented Sabrina. She didn’t know whether to be impressed by this girl’s determination or annoyed at her stubborness. Still, Halloween wouldn’t last forever; it was time to bring out the big guns.

“I am hungry for some meat, let’s turn up the heat!”

The unlit fireplace burst to life, flames rising hot and red. Nicole skidded along the floor, her naked derriere making its way for the fire. It didn’t take a genious to know what was about to happen. She desperately clung to the carpet, then dragged her nails across the wooden tiles, but nothing could stop her inexorable approach. Flames started licking at her hiney, spewing fiery embers on the tender skin.

“HothothothothotHOT!” she squealed, careful to keep her jaw set and the key secure.

“You look pretty beat. Don’t be shy…”

Nicole squeezed her eyes and braced for the inevitable.

“Take a seat.”

She plopped down, right on top of the hottest log. This time her willpower wasn’t enough and the key went flying out.

“Yes!” cheered the kids, giving Sabrina a heartfelt applause “You did it!”

They underestimated Nicole’s pride. Her butt was red, swollen, throbbing like crazy, and she was pretty sure a couple of cactus spines were on fire, but she refused to give up. If she couldn’t win, she’ll at least make sure they lose too!

“Oh yeah?” catching everyone by surprise, she grabbed the key again and sent it sliding across the floor to slip underneath the paltry door “Now no one can get the food! How about that, you brats?!”

Sabrina gaped at this level of pettiness, but her shock quickly turned into anger.

“Ooh, now you’ve gone and done it” she began spraying a generous dose of potion on Nicole’s legs, changing their color from blue to hot pink “If to unlock there is no pass, break the door… with your ass.”

Nicole felt herself bend at the waist, butt jutting out and pointed straight for the door before hitting it like a battering ram. Again and again it went, growing redder and more swollen with each impact and pushing the needles deeper into the tender flesh.

“You’re –OW!- out of your –OW!- mind! You can’t –OW!- seriously expect it –OW!- to work!”

“Nonsense, you just need a running start” Sabrina pointed at the front door “Go on, give it a try.”

Nicole was helpless as her legs carried her outside, mildly thankful of the cool evening air on her bottom. Not so much of the numerous passerbyes staring at her bare rump and taking photos. One even gave her a healty slap as she passed him by, heading to the end of the road. Once there she turned around and began running back at incredible speed, courtesy of the charmed limbs, yelling at the top of her lungs and flailing her arms wildly. She was basically a screaming blur by the time she reached the house. A couple steps from the paultry she twisted midair to collide butt-first, and…

CRASH!

When the dust settled Sabrina and the kids found the door utterly demolished, candies and various treats raining down from the force of the explosion. Nicole was lying face down, swollen ass up in the air, covered in splinters and redder than a lobster. Somehow she had managed to land directly on the handle, which was now wedged inbetween the ample cheeks.

“What are you waiting for, an invitation?” Sabrina gestured to the rain of sweets “The trick is over, now it’s time for the treats.”

The kids didn’t need to be told twice and dove into the pile like starved locusts, stuffing their pockets full and eating what they couldn’t carry. They offered the witch some, but she refused stating that Halloween was for children to enjoy and they still had more homes to visit and treats to collect. Once they were gone, she addressed Nicole.

“Thank you for your generosity, kind lady” she joked “These kids were very happy.”

“’m nt givin any” she muttered groggily, clearly too out of it to register what had happened.

Sabrina rolled her eyes and smacked her butt with the broom. Some people never learn.

Chapter Text

Helena looked at herself in the mirror for what had to be the hundredth time that afternoon, wondering if the outfit made her look sexy enough without giving the impression that she was a complete slut.

Tight grey shorts clung to her wide hips and supple thighs and left a hint of the black thong straps visible on her exposed midriff, combined with an equally tight yellow tank top so thin it showed hints of the black sports bra underneath and did its best to push her mediocre chest upwards. Her ass was as round and toned as one could possibly dream of and the shorts did nothing to hide it. Her belly was flat, and a jewelry crowned piercing glittered on her navel.

All in all, she had chosen her clothes to be an exact replica of the outfit Brianna usually wore, which gave away just how much she was obsessed with the blue-haired punkette.

Helena observed her reflection as she did a pose, admiring her muscular arms and legs; all that time spent at the gym certainly paid off, as much as she hated the constant attempts at flirting from the young men there. Was her haircut not enough to give away she was into girls?

Boys were just so stupid.

Not that Helena didn’t enjoy flirting back once in a while, lead on the young men and seduce them into doing her favors before brutally letting them down. It was so easy and so entertaining to watch their disappointment when she revealed her sexuality.

But tonight she was throwing out her net for a real catch. Or at least she hoped she could finally do it, as Brianna had invited her to hang out together. Just the two of them alone with each other.

It had been a week since the disastrous medieval fair and Helena could finally sit again, her mistreated buns having –for the most part- returned to their original pink color. Her face flared red in embarrassment and fury as she remembered how the fair had turned into, the way that devilish Dan Rowels -the same boy who seemed to have made it his life mission to torment Helena and her friends, including Brianna- tricked her into revealing her hopeless crush on the punkette. And not just to him privately, but to all the people in attendance.

Well, them and everyone who’d seen one of the countless videos that by now had no doubt been uploaded to youtube, snapchat, facebook and so on. Helena had stayed clear of social media ever since, unwilling to relive that complete and utter humiliation a second time.

What really mattered was Brianna’s reaction to her very public confession. Surely she must have learned about it by now, hence the invite.

Still, why had it taken so long for her to contact Helena again? Why just ask to hang out? Did she not like her and didn’t know how to reject her, or maybe she wasn’t into girls? That thought alone made Helena’s stomach clench. She should have kept her mouth shut, then she’d be able to continue admiring Brianna from a close distance as her best friend.

But she wanted more. Much, much more…

No. Best to face the cold, harsh truth than live in fearful ignorance forever.

Helena struck some more poses on the mirror, ass jutting out and breasts thrust up. She was gonna need every ounce of sexiness her body could produce to turn this casual rendezvous into a real date, hopefully the first of many.

The blonde gal took her purse and left the house, dodging her mother’s disapproving glance over her indecent attire. Once on the street she saw a group of boys loitering on the sidewalk, ideal test subjects for her outfit. Swaying her hips, she strode down the road with her head held high, not giving them the slightest glance.

Helena was a bit disappointed that none of them spared a single catcall for her and even bent over provocatively with her ass high in the air, pretending to retie her shoe. That had to get their attention.

But all was quiet, and when she looked up the boys had disappeared. What she didn’t realize was that they were actually buddies of Dan Rowels, who had asked them to keep an eye on the blonde tomboy and Brianna’s apartment, waiting for the day he could put his promise into practice and help these two young hearts find love.

Helena made her way towards the agreed upon meeting point with Brianna, trying to cheer herself up after this major blow to her self esteem, wondering if her outfit was sexy enough.
Than again, the plan was to go for a swim at the local pool so she wouldn’t spend much time in these clothes anyway.

Meanwhile Brianna, dressed in her usual outfit (as in the same that Helena wore), couldn’t help but feel like someone had their eyes glued to her ass since she left home. Something wasn’t right here. For starters, why would Helena invite her to the pool?

The punkette didn’t really know what to think of Helena. They were friends, and much alike in terms of personality and attitude, but she had noticed how the blonde often tried to mimic her style of clothing. Sometimes Brianna felt a bit creeped out by her devotion and how she kept asking for details about her encounters with Dan Rowles and Timothy Mort, always promising to protect her the next time the terrible duo showed up yet never doing so. Last Halloween she had even been among the many, many people to spank Brianna’s ‘succubus’ labeled ass in the haunted house, allegedly because she hadn’t realized it was hers. Bri was still angry about that, and it was the reason she didn’t invite her to the sleepover she’s had with Nicole, Rose and Lily afterwards.

Maybe she should have, then they could have taken some sweet revenge against Helena’s inability to recognize her friends' rear ends.

Brianna was lost so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t look ahead until she and Helena literally bumped into each other in the parking lot in front of the pool entrance, slamming face to face and chest to chest at their brisk walking speed. Helena, being slightly heavier, threw Brianna off balance and caused her to fall backwards onto her butt. She then toppled on top of her, Brianna’s face buried in her modest bosom.

Both girls shrieked in surprise, their voices far shriller than one might expect from two oh-so-tough tomboys like them.

“Are you blind?!” Brianna yelled and harshly shoved her off before realizing who it was. Being almost smothered under Helena’s breasts wasn’t an experience she had prepared for.

“Oh, hey Bri…” Helena squeaked, cheeks flushing crimson as she readjusted the top properly over her cleavage “Sorry for bumping into you.”

“Didn’t recognize me again?” Brianna snarked, shaking her head as she got back on her feet, still pissed at her friend.

“Yes- I mean no- I mean, I’m sorry” Helena pleaded. She tried to keep it together but the awkward accident coupled with the knowledge of her crush being exposed had turned her into a nervous wreck “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Seriously, how much of a clutz are you?” Brianna let out a sich of frustration “If I had known that I would have gone to Nicole’s place instead.”

Helena just couldn’t control herself any longer “Did you see the videos?”

“Videos? What videos?” Brianna looked at her friend, who seemed on the verge of freaking out. A horrifying suspicion arose “Don’t tell me you filmed your little ‘adventure’ on Halloween?!”

“What? No, not at all. I was talking about the medieval fair, with Dan spanking me and Beth and…”

“That creep?” Brianna asked “Really?”

“Yes, look, my ass is still sore!” Helena turned around, sticking up her butt to show the reddened bits her shorts failed to cover.

Brianna just couldn’t resist the temptation to grab the seam of her thong and violently pull it up. She deserved a little payback on the blonde’s buns after the haunted house debacle.

“Ooouuucch!” Helena’s scream echoed across the parking lot. Her arms flailed wildly as she stood on her tiptoes, desperate to escape the torment on her still recovering posterior. Finally Brianna let go of the underwear, though she followed it up by giving a quick hand-rap on her buttcheeks that caused them to ring satisfyingly in the cool afternoon air.

Helena spun around, a hand placed protectively over her bottom as she tried to unbury the thong out of her crack, only making it worse. “Argh, just wait until I get back at you!” now she was angry as well. She couldn’t believe Brianna was pretending not to know about the video. She was toying with her! “Ahh, let's get inside so I can put on my bikini.”

The girls walked up to the entrance, but as they reached the front door something odd became apparent. They were the only two people here, and the parking lot was completely empty; not a single car to be seen. That’s when they noticed a sign stuck to the doorframe:

‘Closed due to ongoing renovations’

“Wow, great job Bri!” Helena broke into laughter “Did you really forget to check if the pool was open before inviting me?”

“Me?” Brianna turned to her in surprise “You sent me a message about meeting here!”

“No, you did!” Helena shot back, taking out her phone and showing it to Brianna. The punkette retrieved her own cell and presented the message she had received from Helena. Aside from the recipient, they were identical.

“What the- is this some sort of prank?”

A sudden ringtone startled both girls. Helena’s device was buzzing with a call from an unknown number. Still perplexed, she answered without giving it much thought.

“Hello?”

“Hi there, miss delinquent. How is life outside the stockade treating you?”

Even if she lived a thousend years, she would never forget that cocky tone. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the plastic case hard enough to crack it.

“Dan Rowels” she hissed, instantly drawing Brianna’s attention “What do you want?”

“Merely to fulfill my promise. I did offer to help you with your ‘crushing’ situation, didn’t I?”

Helena blanched. On instinct she took a step away from Brianna, out of earshot, and cupped the phone with her free hand to shield the boy’s voice “You can stuff that promise up your ass. In fact, do us all a favor and stuff your head in there!”

“I’m afraid that’s anatomically impossible.”

“It won’t be when I rip it off your shoulders!”

“So mean” Dan sighed melodramatically “And here I went through the trouble of borrowing your phone during the fair and download a malware that would allow me to forward indirect calls from my own, all to bring you and the lovely miss Brianna here so you could have that yearned date. I even picked the pool to let you see her cute swimsuit.”

“I’m the only one who gets to call her lovely!” Helena bit her tongue when Brianna cast a puzzled look her way, then continued at a lower volume “Wait, what about her phone? She wasn’t at the fair.”

“I took it last Halloween. Figured it would come in handy someday, even if I didn’t expect to be playing cupid.”

Her mouth opened for another scathing barb… then closed with an audible snap. Wordlessly, she ended the call and turned to her friend, startling her with a huge grin.

“Ok, I know from personal experience nothing that jerk said could’ve possibly made you happy. So what is it?”

“Turns out, Dan hacked our phones as a joke” she half lied, glissing over the romance scheme. Her smirk grew wider and more vicious “Too bad for him, he made a mistake: he said he brought us here. Which means-”

“That he’s inside the pool” Brianna realized “He must’ve snuck in and is probably spying on us from a window, enjoying the results of his mischief.”

Dan Rowels. Alone in an empty building, no premade boobytraps and no element of surprise. The perfect opportunity to pay him back for all the awful stuff he put them through. Pummeling the hated boy until he was black and blue: Helena couldn’t imagine a better bonding activity with Brianna.

“How do we go about this?” she whispered, in case Dan was eavesdropping.

“Pretend to be pissed off and walk away, then circle back to the rear side of the building. I bet he picklocked the emergency exit or a window, and that’s how we’ll get in. He will be trapped with no way out.”

Brianna was only partially correct. The door and windows were still closed; however one of the vent covers had been removed, the gap barely wide enough for a slim young man. 

“Climb in, I’ll follow” she instructed.

Helena eyed the passage in no small amount of concern. She had read enough fanfictions to know this was the easiest way to end up stuck. Not to mention Brianna would have a first-row seat to view her big butt. But vengeance and fear of being considered a wimp by her crush pushed those thoughts aside, and she clambered into the vent.  

Her wide rear brushed against the metal roof. The blonde sighed as she realized this crawling position drove the thong inbetween her buttocks, a natural wedgie. She couldn’t fix it with Brianna right there, watching, so she did her best to keep going and ignore both the uncomfortable chafe and the thought of the punkette’s eyes glued to her rump.

As she traveled across the vent, careful to make no noise, Helena kept her head low to steal the occasional glance through the air grates, searching for a sign of their quarry, impatient to literally get the jump on him. 

Helena pauses above the umptheenth grate and peered down, unaware of the rusty nail sticking out just above her. The bathroom, by the looks of it, and not a soul to be seen. She resumed her advance, heading for the next one, and unwittingly brushed her lower back past the nail. The sharp tip jabbed into her top; not so deep as to graze her skin, just enough to leave a small rip.

What happened next was pure bad luck, personified in the form of a mouse running along the metal conduct. A grown woman like Helena had long outgrown her fear of mice, and so didn’t react to its presence aside from a grimace of disgust. Maybe it was a good thing this place was closed, what if they found one of those filthy vermins in the pool? She moved forward another inch, dragging the nail across her clothes, the rip in her suit now almost 2 inches long.

She didn’t anticipate the mouse to dive into her ample cleavage. Considering she was pretty much blocking the vent and the only passage was between her tits, maybe she should’ve. Helena let out a small shriek before grabbing at her chest, too late to stop the intrusion, little feet already scampering around in her bra.

Helena started to shake her body in desperation, trying not to laugh from the tiny claws scrabbling all over her breasts. The small rodent left her bosom and climbed up her shorts. She jerked left and right on an attempt to throw it off as the clawed feet and swishing tail continued to tickle her, forgetting what she was crouching over. The grate collapsed open underneath her buckling weight, causing her to drop through.

Rrriiiiiiiippp

The girl covered her eyes as she fell, before jerking to a sudden halt right above the toilet. She blinked quickly and craned her neck around to see what happened. She had to stop herself from laughing; turns out, her ass was too big to fit through the grate.

“So it does have it’s uses” she muttered to herself in amusement, then grimaced as the mouse crawled out after her and nestled atop her butt. Helena began to wiggle her hips to fling the critter away. It worked, but also succeeded in wiggling herself free.

Splash!

The blonde pulled her head out of the toilet and spluttered a mouthful of –thankfully clean- water. Ignoring her soaked hair and face, she forced herself to get up and glanced back at the damage to her clothes, only to gasp. The back of her top was shredded and dangled uselessly, leaving her black bra entirely exposed.

“No no NO!”  she whined, wrapping both arms over her chest “I can’t let Bri see me like this!”

“Yo, Helena, you alright down there?” a thick leg slid out of the vent as Brianna prepared to join her.

“I’m good! Nothing to see here!” Helena squeaked “I just thought we’ll cover more ground if we split up. I’ll take ground search, you stay high.”

“What, scared you’ll find more mice?” guffawed the punkette “Aren’t you a little old to be scared to these hairballs?”

Helena rushed out of the bathroom, silent aside from the dripping water and Brianna’s soft cackles.  

Brianna could only shake her head at the blonde’s antics. Freaking out over the ugly cousin of an hamster? What was next, being afraid of her own shadow? But a plan was a plan, and Brianna didn’t mind remaining in the vent for a while longer; Dan Rowles would never expect her up here after all! She could keep hidden while Helena acted as bait to draw out the insolent brat, then ambush him.

She pulled herself back up, wondering how her fat-assed friend had even managed to make it through the grate. Then she resumed traveling deeper into the darkness that awaited her beyond.

There was just a minor hiccup as the cramped crawling drove her thong up to form a natural wedgie not unlike what Helena had experienced. Only in this case, with no one staring at her butt, Brianna was able to stretch a hand behind her to fix the problem.

At least she thought so. In the narrow vent that was easier said than done and she found her right arm stuck awkwardly right above her asscrack, hand wedged inside her shorts and inbetween her cheeks, fingering for her thong to pull it back out. But her struggles back and forth just made the situation worse, and worse, and worse with every passing second.

Great, she didn’t even need Dan Rowels to feel up her plump bottom. She was doing it all on her own.

“Oh for the love of-” she muttered angrily and reached with her left hand as well, causing her upper body and her decent bosom to press against the cold metal floor. Only when she managed to grab her right arm did the punkette realize her mistake, as both hands were now stuck behind her back. She couldn’t even fix the wedgie in this awkward pose “Oh no! No, no, no!”

She had to get out of here! If she was lucky, she’ll find another grate soon. She had forgotten all about Dan and Helena, solely focused on escaping this tight spot.

With her arms pinned she was unable to crawl forward, or backwards for that matter. The only way to propel herself was to wiggle like a worm, using her feet and butt to slid along the vent. Raising her big bottom and lowering it time and again caused the shorts to slowly but surely slip off her wide hips and down her legs, revealing a skimpy yellow thong. By the time she reached the next kink in the vent her garments were only loosely dangling around her ankles.

The vent was leaning downwards now, and further down Brianna could see bright light. Clearly an illuminated room, but the implications of that were lost to the sweaty blue-haired girl. Not that she had a chance to stop, for as she wiggled her way across the kink she realized something: movement here was much easier, almost as if someone had oiled this part of the ventilation system.

No, not almost. With her face pressed against the bottom of the vent Brianna could actually taste it, thankfully no machine oil but rather the olive variety. But why use a kitchen condiment in a public bath currently under renovations? It didn’t make any sense, even a somewhat daft girl like Brianna realized that. But of course, by than it was far too late.

“No!” the punkette cried in a panic as she began sliding down the vent at rapidly increasing speed. With her hands stuck, legs tangled in her shorts, and every surface around her well lubed there was nothing she could do to slow her descent, the scream turning more and more into a girlish screech. Her slide only lasted a few seconds before she popped out of a grate and right into the trap that had been set for her.

Dan Rowels sat slouched on a bench in the women’s locker room, reading a comic while waiting for his prey to arrive. He had taken a large safety net, usually used for children learning how to swim, and fastened it underneath the vent exit so that Brianna would land right inside it.

The punkette cursed and struggled, dangling midair like a sexy pinata, hopelessly entangled in the rough ropework. The situation reminding her painfully of her ordeal last Halloween when Dan and the other brat had caught her in a net much like this one.

“Hello Bri, it’s been a while hasn't it?” Dan greeted her as if he was welcoming an old friend, calmly setting down the comic “Your butt got even fatter since we last met, it’s a miracle you managed to crawl all the way here” he taunted the helpless girl as he walked closer “Do you want to do this the hard way or just give up?”

Brianna gulped. Last Halloween it hadn’t taken her long to surrender to the two boys. Because underneath all her tough exterior she was a coward. They had freed her from the net, only to strip her naked, tie up, gag and blindfold her, then mount her ass up on a wall in the haunted mansion for everyone to spank and fondle for the entire night.

The memory sparked a burst of bravery that surprised even herself. Or perhaps she simply hated the boy more than she feared him. “Go to hell you sick perv!” Brianna roared defiantly, struggling against the net. She refused to endure such a humiliation again.

“The hard way it is” Dan teased with a grin. Not that he had considered sparing her even if she did surrender, but maybe he would’ve gone a bit easier. Maybe.

Poink!

Brianna felt a sharp pain in her left buttcheek and screamed loudly. Something had just impacted her bun, sinking into the tender flesh.

“Bullseye!” the blonde brat cheered as he lined up his nailgun for the next shot. Good thing the workers left all their power tools behind.

Poink!

“And again!” another nail dug into Brianna’s right cheek, causing her to wail even louder as she frantically shook her ass in an attempt to throw off his aim, swinging like a deranged pinata. Unfortunately for her not only did Dan have excellent aim, the target was simply too big to miss.

Poink!

“Ooweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Brianna screamed, unable to even see her tormentor, only hear the click of the trigger and feel the pointy tips pierce her poor, innocent buns.

Poink!

Poink!

Poink!

Dan continued to target practice for a good five minutes until he had emptied his first magazine -don’t worry he had several more in reserve. Most shots struck true, turning her barely covered bottom into a porcupine. By the end of it Brianna was brawling like a little girl and begging for mercy.

“Please stop! I’ll do anything you want!” she screamed as tears ran down her face, any semblance of courage long gone “Just stop!”

“I will only accept an unconditional surrender” Dan clarified, standing just below her pincushioned backside, playfully toying with a nail.

Brianna frantically nodded “I give up! I swear!”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.”

The boy took out a pocket knife and cut open the net to let Brianna out. She dropped on the ground –ass first, obviously- and while she clutched it in pain he also sliced off her top and shorts, leaving her in the skimpy yellow underwear.

“Don’t worry” he promised deviously “I’ve got something else for you to wear.”

Using construction tape Dan tied her hands behind her back, then bound her knees and ankles so she couldn’t kick. Once his captive was secure he draped her across his lap. Brianna didn’t resist and was in fact eager to stick her ass in his face, expecting him to unnail it.

“Not so fast” he chided “First we’re gonna play a little game of 20 questions. Every answer I like is a nail off your bottom, every one I deem unsatisfactory is a spank. Understand?”

She whimpered a yes.

“Let’s start with something simple. Your lovergirl, Helena, where is she the most ticklish?” he began, one hand resting on the protruding nails.

“She… she is immune on her feet” Brianna said, earning herself a spank for the disappointing answer. A dozen nails sunk another millimeter in “But her belly and sides, there she’s a complete baby!” she added quickly as to not incur further wrath from her captor.

“Good girl” Dan patted her head and simultaneously plucked a nail, causing the blue haired girl to screech in pain.

The rest of the interrogation continued in a similar fashion, ranging from Helena’s weaknesses to her favorite food and color. Brianna held nothing back; she was admittedly curious about the boy’s interest in her friend, but figured he just wanted information on how to best humiliate her. And the more he focused on the other girl, the less he’d focus on her.

After Dan had all the answers he needed, there were still two or three nails left. He decided to leave them in for now; may come in handy later. Instead he showed a dirty washcloth in the punkette’s begging mouth and sealed it in with more duct tape, then forced her to hop through the room and into one of the open lockers.

“So you don’t get bored while I go and catch your lover” Dan taunted. Brianna had no time to wonder what he meant by ‘lover’ as he poured a generous amount of itching powder inside her bra and panties.

“Fkkkkkkyyyyyyyyyy!” she yelled into her gag before the devious brat slammed the door shut on her face and secured it with a padlock.

It was time to pay Helena a visit.

Speaking of the other blonde, she was having trouble of her own.

This was a pool. A place people get wet and need to dry off. There should be towels and bathrobes laying everywhere, but she couldn’t even find a lousy gift shop to steal a shirt to cover her chest.

“Soon as we’re done with the brat, I’m giving this place a 0 stars review.”

The thought that the owners may have removed all material so it wouldn’t get dirty or ruined during the renovations didn’t remotely cross her mind. Instead her eye landed on a sign for the man’s locker room and she headed that way, intent on raiding it for anything clothworth. She flung open the door…

And froze midstep as Dan waved cheerfully at her from across the room.

“Sup’?” he called out, then lifted a brow at her current wardrobe state “What, did you decide to get a headstart and strip on your own? Not that I’m complaining mind you, it’s just that taking off your clothes is half the fun.”

Helena grit her teeth as unbidden memories of their last encounter flashed through her mind. This time however things would be different.

“You may have made a fool out of me at the fair, but it isn’t going to happen again” she growled threateningly, striding towards him “Let’s see how you handle someone who’s not locked in the stocks.” 

“Why don’t you come and get me than?” he goaded her confidently.

Too confidently. Helena looked down on the floor and saw a patch of wet concrete between them. She wasn’t impressed. “Do you think I’m stupid enough to fall for that?”  she sidestepped the treacherous area and walked across a mat, ready to make him pay for underestimating her. 

Unbeknown to her, Dan had placed a dozen marbles underneath the mat. As soon as she took a step the whole thing flew out from under her feet; she lost her balance and was flung up into the air. Her perky breasts landed with a splat atop the soft concrete, sinking into the grey sludge. When she lifted her torso, two perfectly round shapes remained printed on the mortar.

“Looks like you’re off to a great start” Dan ironized, making his way around her, headed for the door “Just think, years from now boys will still come here and wonder who left those molds.”

Thirty years into the future…

“Jim?” called a chestnut-haired teen as he put on his swimming trucks “What are these odd shapes on the floor?”

“Nobody knows” his friend’s voice lowered to a whisper “But legend has it that long ago, a perverted woman snuck here to oogle on the boys while they were changing. However the room was empty, and in her anger she slammed her tits there so hard they left an indent.”

“Really?” commented a third “I heard it’s from a girl who mistook this for the women’s changing room and came face to face with a bunch of half-naked men. She was so mortified she was literally swallowed by the ground, but her breasts got stuck on the way down and were left behind. Her ghost still haunts the pool, looking for her lost boobs.”

“… dude, that’s just weird.”

“Agreed. Hey, want to use these high-tech X-ray googles and peep on the girl’s locker room through the wall?”

“Heck yeah!”

Back to the present…

“Come back here!”  Helena rose to her feet and chased after him. Dan went to turn the door handle, but it was jammed. The girl smirked as she realized that he was cornered; at last, she was going to get payback. 

With her heels on Helena towered over Dan, who for the first time didn’t look so sure of himself. She stepped forward with her arms outstretched on either side, boxing him in. His worried facade was replaced by a wide smile, and he brought out a paint spray that the builders had left behind. 

Helena barely managed to close her eyes and mouth before Dan pressed the button and an orange mist enveloped her head. After ten seconds of spraying he seized his chance to try the handle again, jiggling it until the door unlocked.

Trying to make sense of what just happened, Helena looked around for a mirror. She froze in horror when she saw what he had done. Her entire face was bright orange!  It looked liked she had a bad day at a tanning salon!

“I thought you would be pleased” Dan couldn’t resist a further dig as he darted outside “You normally have a red face when I do things to you, now you have an orange one”. 

“Why you!” Helena ran after him, once again walking (literally) into one of his traps as she suddenly found she couldn’t move. Dan had covered part of the floor in industrial-strength glue and she was right in the middle of it, her heels trapped in the sticky substance. No matter how hard she pulled on her shoes they wouldn’t budge. Reluctantly she had to slip each of her feet out, making sure not to tread in the glue. She then bent over and started to yank at them, hoping to rescue her footwear. 

In that pose, she was the perfect target and Dan wasn’t going to miss out. He took a running start and then with all his might slammed a foot straight into her upturned backside. This propelled her headfirst in a tub of whitewash that was being used to paint the walls. 

Helena emerged dripping from head to toe in whitewash. She tumbled around, arms outstretched in search of something to wipe her face. In doing so she accidentally stood on a floor waxer; seeing a chance to heap more misery on the girl, Dan quickly ran up to the machine and turned it on, moving the speed dial to maximum. Before Helena knew what was happening, the waxer jumped into action and started spinning around the floor. It was too fast for her to get off and she had to hold on tightly. 

“WAAAAHHHHH!” 

Dan sniggered as he watched her spinning around the room at breakneck speed. He stopped when her purse flew away to smack against his forehead.

“Ow!” that was gonna leave a bruise. Note to self, next time bring a helmet.

Helena’s ordeal ended when the machine reached the far end of the corridor and the plug was pulled from its socket, cutting the power. She came off the machine and staggered all over the place, so senseless she didn’t know what was up and what was down, her head spinning like a washing machine. And while most of the paint had been flung off by the high-speed rotation, large stains still covered her body and hair.

A loud whistle drew her attention. In a daze, she followed the sound through another door and found herself at the main pool. Somehow Dan had found the time to strip to a pair of green swimming trucks, put a large inflatable donut-shaped raft in the water, and lounge atop it like he didn’t have a care in the world. He was even sipping a glass of lemonade!

Helena saw red. Without a second thought she dove into the pool and began swimming furiously towards him. You could almost hear the soundtrack of ‘The Shark’ as she set an underwater course for the boy, planning to catch him by surprise. Unaware that a trail of murky white water was following behind her as the paint washed off her body, signaling her position like a giant arrow.

Her vengeful gaze zeroed on the firm male buttocks dangling from the hole in the donut in their green trucks. Let’s see how much he likes being stripped and spanked!

As she neared her target, however, Dan’s butt suddenly disappeared from view. Helena lunged like a ravenous gator, refusing to let her prey escape, shoving herself through the narrow passage. Her hands and arms went first, fingers clawing at empty air. Her head came next, looking around wildly. Her shoulders…

Didn’t appear. Halfway through she got stuck, squeezed on all sides by the thick rubber. Her breasts and everything below remained underwater, legs flapping futilely.  

And Dan wasn’t there. Not on the raft, nor floating in the pool. Where could he have gone-

A stream of bubbles rose from the depths. Helena squinted her eyes as she peered in the water, then bulged them as she caught a figure floating just under the surface. The scuba mask and snorkel hid his face, but those swimming trucks were unmistakable.

She threw a few kick, trying to keep him at a distance, but her legs moved so slow underwater that it would’ve done nothing even if she somehow managed to land a hit. Dan circled around her submerged body, the role of shark now his; when he was beside her, he gripped the edge of her shorts and yanked them down to the ankles, trapping her legs. Helena wiggled like a worm on a hook and futilely pounded her fists against the raft, too large for her arms to reach the pool surface and paddle away.

She was, literally, dead in the water.

Dan seemed well aware of this because he continued to swim around her. Never touching, only looking, clearly savoring the moment and letting her helpless dread build up. Finally he came to a stop right behind her, not far from her bobbing bottom.

That was fine. She was fine. Not like a spanking was gonna do much damage, and even the fiercest wedgie would lack any real power. The water was as much an hindrance to him as it was to her. Worst case scenario he’ll cop a feel or two.

Dan drifted closer and wrapped both legs around her upper thighs, further restraining her movements, abs pressed against her hindquarters. As expected his hands rose towards her breasts, no doubt to squeeze and fondle them to his heart’s content…

Wait, why were they stopping at her hips?

Thin fingers caressed her sides. It was a light touch, but had the effect of an electroshock. Helena convulsed so violently the boy was almost flung off.

How? How could he possibly know her greatest weakness? Normally you aim for the feet when you want to tickle someone. Did Brianna tell him? No, she wouldn’t betray her like that. She wouldn’t!

Ok, calm down. Don’t panic. Maybe it was just an accidental touch.

Nails dug into skin, ten digits scribbling across her sentitive tummy, and Helena lost it.

“HAHAHAHAHA!” she wailed desperately, her cackling cries rippling the pool surface and echoing throughout the entire building “HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

If Dan hadn’t known before, he definitely did now. A pinkie dug into her bellybutton while the other hand fluttered up and down her left hip. He even turned his snorkel to blow bubbles directly against her underboobs.

“WWWHAHAHAHHAHA!” cried Helena “BRIIIHIHIHI, HEEHEHEHEHEHELP MEEEHEHEHEHE!”

Even if she could hear her, Brianna had problems of her own to deal with. The punkette was livid as she slammed her toned body against the metal door again and again, trying to burst out of her makeshift prison through sheer force. After having spent a not negligible part of her highschool years locked inside one by groups of boys she really shouldn’t have been antagonizing, she knew that public lockers just weren’t designed as proper holding cells and thus could be broken out of given enough time. On an unrelated matter, this was the reason said boys had eventually taken to dangling her in a wedgie from the flagpole instead.

Dan clearly hadn’t wizened up to that level yet. Even the itching powder the thrice damnable brat had so generously poured into her underwear was more helpful than an hindrance as it kept her motivated to persevere in her efforts to escape. From experience the blue haired tomboy knew that her butt made for an excellent battering ram, strenghtened and hardened by many hours spent training at the gym alongside Rose and Helena -Nicole and Lily had been far too lazy for that.

But as shapely, muscular and all around perfect as her ass was, the fact she still had some nails stuck in made using it quite painful indeed. Each swing of the ‘ram’ only drove the metal spikes deeper and deeper into Brianna’s vulnerable flesh, and forced louder and louder howls of pain out of her throat. Not even the dare of sitting on a cactus at Nicole’s last sleepover had hurt as much. Oh, Dan will pay for this. How much she will make him pay!

There were tears in her eyes when the hinges finally gave in and the door slammed open, causing Brianna to topple over and stumble rump first onto the hard tiled floor, which finally drove the nails fully into her flesh.

“UMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!”

Good thing Dan had gagged her so thoroughly, or her scream would have no doubt alerted the brat that she had managed to escape and was now on the hunt for him again. Or would be once she managed to get back on her feet. With her hands and legs still taped together this was easier said than done and the first attempts to right herself just led to her crashing back down. Sometimes her butt was the first part of her to make contact with the floor, when she was lucky it was her breasts; either way it certainly wasn’t the heroic return to the scene she had envisioned for herself.

The next couple minutes were filled with this awkward rinse and repeat, and the punkette was just glad that Dan couldn’t see it. What she failed to notice was the small digicam hidden in a dark corner of the ceiling, taking in every moment of her humiliation for later watching, sharing, posting, snapchatting…. you get the idea.

When she finally stood on her bound legs again, Brianna surveyed her surroundings for something, anything to cut the construction tape and free herself. The room was quite bare in that regard; Dan must have removed any objects that could be helpful in this situation.

Brianna had no choice but to start hopping for the door like a sexy blue-haired bunny to try and search the rest of the building. Of course opening it proved a bit of a problem in her tied-up state. She had to bend over halfway -giving the camera a nice shot of her ass in the process- and use her boobs to weigh down on the handle.

Of course this resulted in Brianna losing balance and falling on her boobs again when it swung open, butt sticking proudly in the air. Leading to another painful, muffled scream and several more minutes of awkward shuffles until she was able to stand up again. Sweat ran down her toned body and into her undies, firing up the itching powder inside, but after all she had endured in the last hour this itch was just a big pile of whatever to the punk girl. Only her revenge mattered!

Brianna hopped down the corridor without any further incident which raised her optimism slightly; she felt as if life was finally on the right track, her sweet vengeance so close she could almost taste it.
 
Another door, this time a glass one, yet the room behind it laid in darkness so Brianna couldn’t see what awaited her there. Yet it didn’t matter, at this point karma owed her big time for all the unjustified suffering she had gone through; not just today but also on Halloween and during the week she had spent as Timothy Mort’s personal tickling and spanking toy –granted she and Nicole had planned to throw a giant party in his house and steal everything not nailed down, but that was a minor detail! She was owed a victory, and she would grab it with both hands… as soon as she was actually able to grab anything.

Once again she had to smack her breasts on the handle, an action humiliating beyond belief at this point. It was as if she was reduced to just a pair of tits and an ass.

Like before the door swung open, and like before Brianna stumbled right through it landing boobs fist on the hard floor. Though this time the door immediately sprung in back and slammed shut behind her.

Uncaring of that, the punkette looked up to try and figure out where she had ended up. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she could make out rows of wooden benches, ascending higher the closer they were to the wooden walls. The roof too was covered with wooden planks, only the floor being tiled instead. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she had fallen right into a sauna.

Brianna felt a sense of relief. With the pool currently under renovation the sauna had to be turned off, so no danger there.

Than why was it so hot?

What she didn’t know was that before leaving yesterday the construction crew had left the sauna on to test out if everything was working as intended. A test Brianna had now involuntarily intruded. Soon she began to sweat even harder than before, the salty moisture mixing with the powder in her bra and underpants and seeping it into her skin, making the itch worse and worse with each passing second. In no time at all Brianna was rolling around like a snail on a bed of salt, any thoughts about trying to get back onto her feet forgotten as she just wanted to escape this torment, grinding herself against the unfuriatingly smooth tiles.

Her mind was a haze. Remote concepts like revenge or freedom were lightyears away. Drenched in her own sweat, she just wanted the itch to stop and to escape this indomitable heat. She wildly kicked her legs and writhed her body, more than once painfully colliding against the wooden benches, earning quite a number of splinters into her breasts and bottom, but even their pain couldn’t distract her from the merciless pruritus. Even when she rammed her head against a wall it only gave her the briefest moment of respite instead of the desired unconsciousness.

Five minutes passed, then ten. Brianna was a complete mess, begging into the silence, pleading for anyone that could possibly hear to come and rescue her. She would settle even for Dan. Granted there was also a chance that Helena would be the knightess in shining armor riding to her rescue, but who was she kidding? It was going to be be him, of course it would be him, but at this point she’d gladly take whatever else Dan had in store for her over this. For whatever the perverted brat might have in store for her, it couldn’t be worse than her current torment. Right?

“I’m impressed. Really, I am. Escaping the locker was one thing, but using your tits to force open the door? Genious. I underestimated you.”

Brianna did not feel much of a genious as Dan led her across a corridor. It had taken him a good half hour of scouring the building to track her down, mostly because he didn’t expect her to trap herself in the sauna. When he opened the door, she was laying in a pool of her own sweat wheezing like a beached whale; such a pitiful sight that he didn’t have the heart to rub it in and instead dragged her outside, away from the heat, and offered a light scratch on her ass and tits. Brianna positively melted under his touch, and posed no resistance as he asked she follow him. In fact, when he mentioned going to the shower room to wash off her drenched and tingly skin she started hopping so fast he was having trouble keeping her pace.

Honestly, she should’ve known there was a catch. The first clue was how he didn’t slap or pinch her butt once during their entire journey. His expression was that of a gourmet about to be served a feast, fearful of spoiling his appetite with snacks.

The second was finding Helena already at the showers. The girl was kneeling in a stall, gagged by a pool slipper, legs frogtied and wrists tied behind her back, face red and gasping for breath as if she had just run a marathon… or been mercilessly tickled in her weak spot. Brianna tried not to flinch in guilt.

“Thanks for waiting on us” Dan jested as he grabbed Brianna’s hips and pushed her down in front of her friend. He pressed them close, so tight their breasts were squashed together, and wrapped a coil of tape around their waist and shoulders so they could not pull apart.

Not that either had any intention to. On the contrary, Brianna started vigorously rubbing her itchy tits on the other’s bosom, moaning in pleasure at the small but undeniable relief this brought. When Helena copied the motion, she assumed it was for the same reason and paid no mind to how her moans sounded more lustful than soothed.

Dan fanned himself with a hand at the shameless girl-on-girl action taking place in front of him. And here he thought the sauna was hot! Still, there was room for improvement.

“I assume you both want to clean yourselves up” Dan removed the slipper gagging Helena, then tore off the tape from Brianna’s lips and let her spit out the rag. He pointed at the twin sprayers aimed at their backsides, then the shower faucet on the wall, right between their faces “All you have to do is turn it on.”

Brianna lunged for the knob. With no hands, she had to resort to gripping the faucet in her mouth and awkwardly twist it using her teeth. “Helena” she mumbled around the stiff metal that refused to budge “Help me!”

Say what you want about Helena, she wasn’t the kind of girl who misses a chance. She immediately joined the effort, her lips and tongue pressed against Brianna’s and enjoying every second of it while she pretended to fiddle with the faucet.

“Good news is, the water should loosen the tape in an hour or two” Dan informed the girls as they continued their team effort-lesbian makeout (depends on who you asked) “Bad news, the heater hasn’t been fixed yet and may result in… unstable temperature.”

Before either girl could ask what he meant, the answer presented itself in the form of two jets of water below 5° degrees. Ten seconds later it was replaced by a spray hot enough to cook pasta that turned their frostbitten derrieres the color of boiled lobsters.

“MMMMMRRGH!” Brianna screamed down Helena’s throat, fighting furiously to turn the faucet as the water continued to jump from scorching to arctic cold without rhyme or reason.

For her part, Helena didn’t know whether to strangle Dan or build a shrine in his honor; on one hand she was being grinded and smooched by her half-naked crush, on the other she was living the odd experience of having her right buttock drop to the temperature of an ice cube while the left one felt like it was splashed with lava. Seeing as she could do neither, she decided to just enjoy the positives and focused on ravaging Brianna’s mouth.

A for Dan, he stood by the side and recorded everything on his phone as proof of the awesome job he had done as Cupid. It was hard work, but oh so satisfying!