Secrets Are No Fun (ff/m, f/f, fff/m, fff/f, fff/mf)

[Billcod55]

This is a story a friend wrote & I helped her with some ideas. If anyone would like to draw any scenes from this, please let me know.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CJqrEjG--v1UO8u2Ctd2bqyfGaTRkBeWZ--knqAPwqM/mobilebasic

Chapter One
One moment, Nate is chatting up the eye-catching lady in a latex catsuit and the next he finds himself surrounded by her two henchwomen with knowledge of pressure points (one at each elbow) and being swiftly ushered down the street behind the latex-clad woman to a waiting vehicle.



“What do you ladies want from me?” Nate exclaims in alarm.



A deep chuckle from the lady in charge makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as the assistants shove him into the back of a sleek black Infiniti. Inside the car, Nate discovers that the center seat appears to have an unusual seatbelt setup that swiftly wraps around him - crossing over his chest and somehow wrapping around each of his legs individually.



“Don’t worry, my dear, we’ll take good care of you while I get what I want out of you....maybe you’ll even enjoy some of it…,” the latex lady purrs, the tone of her voice making Nate feel a bit like a mouse caught in a cat’s gaze and unsure if he is about to be played with, or eaten…



“What’s your name, boy?”



Gulp. “It’s Nate. I’ll give you whatever you want,” Nate blurts out.



“Well, hello, Nate…” That deep chuckle surfaces again, making Nate suddenly very aware of the nails on the hands of the young women on either side of him, their grips having shifted from his elbows to his wrists with firm yet somehow sensual holds. “I know you will, my dear…” Nate can only see her turquoise eyes in the rearview mirror, but they sparkle and the crinkles at the corners tell him that she is grinning.



“Nate, meet my assistants, Sylvia and Haley. They’ll be warming you up for me tonight and helping make sure you behave yourself.” The women in the back with Nate smile at him as their mistress says each of their names, revealing that the petite yet fierce blonde is Sylvia, and the long-legged muscular red-head is Haley. They’re both deceptively strong for their sizes, as they are several inches shorter than Nate and yet have very little trouble controlling him.



“You may call me Mistress S., or just Ma’am,” says the lady with jet black hair and turquoise eyes as she starts the vehicle.



“Yes, Ma’am,” Nate obliges, feeling a strong need to stay on this woman’s good side….whatever that might mean.



The lady is clearly grinning again, “Very good, Nate! I see you’re a fast learner. That’s good, because you’re about to go through my accelerated tickle training program....”



Just then, a loud female voice calls out, “Nathan!”



“Mom?! Oh, you’re all in trouble now, she must have seen or heard what just happened. You’re all in trouble now.” Nate breathes an internal sigh of relief, for once grateful that his mom lives in a townhouse just down the street from his favorite nightclub. Thank God she was home and saw me before these crazy ladies could kidnap me.



“Your mother knew where you were?” Mistress S. asks incredulously. “Interesting...Well, the more the merrier, as far as I’m concerned.” She discreetly presses a button that releases the belting mechanism around Nate as she rolls down the window of the passenger side of the car to address his mom. Sylvia and Haley quickly shift from gripping Nate’s wrists to interlacing fingers with each of his hands, effectively still holding him captive while making it look more like he had managed to arrange a threesome.



“Hello, Mrs. ?” Mistress S. inquires politely.



“I’m Mrs. F., and that’s my son you have in the back,” says the concerned woman, an attractive and fit brunette in her early 50’s. “Nate, is everything ok?”



“Yes, I’m good, Mom, I just…” Nate fumbles for what to say as he slowly tries to break free without startling her with the realization that she has interrupted a kidnapping, but she is furious and has clearly decided the situation is unacceptable.



“I don’t know who you think you are, but I’ll not have you sneaking off with my son!” the mother exclaims as she wrenches open the rear door, grabs Haley’s arm and tries to pull her out of the vehicle. Haley and Mrs. F. tussle a bit, each seeming surprised by the strength of the other.



Having been released by Haley, Nate struggles in earnest to get out of Sylvia’s grasp, and frees his arm just as Mistress S. clicks the button that binds him back into the vehicle’s unique restraints before she exits the car.



It seems that Mrs. F. is beginning to gain the upper hand, but her attention is split between Haley and Nate, so she fails to notice Mistress S. gliding up behind her from around the end of the car. In one smooth move, Mistress S. grabs Mrs. F. by her thick brown hair and buckles her knees from behind, sending her sprawling forward into the back of the car across Nate and Sylvia’s laps. With a quick flick of her head at Haley, who hops back into the fray, Mistress S. slams the door behind her and a clicking sound in her pocket indicates that the doors are locked.



Nate can’t believe his eyes. What the hell just happened?



Striding back around to the driver’s side of the vehicle, a single chirp of the locks allows Mistress S. to retake the wheel without unlocking the rest of the car. She shifts the vehicle into gear and they are soon in an area of town unfamiliar to Nate.



“Where are you taking us?!” Mrs. F. demands from her awkward position. Nate has never seen his mother so angry and he feels completely helpless struggling in the restraints.



“Surely you wouldn’t want to prevent your son from having an enjoyable evening of being tickled by these lovely young ladies? After all, I’m sure you’ve enjoyed many great tickle fights in your household given that you’re both so ticklish….perhaps you’d care to join the evening festivities?” Mistress S.’s voice contains a taunting tone and Nate is suddenly even more baffled. How in the world does she know that our whole family is ticklish?



Mrs. F., struggling to untangle herself from Sylvia and Haley, barks at Mistress S., “I can tell you want something besides just fun! What are you really after?”



Mistress S. nods approvingly. “You catch on quick too, Mrs. F.….You’re right, I didn’t grab you both simply for the fun of tickling you until you can’t breathe, though that truly is delightful fun!”



Sylvia and Haley giggle breathlessly as they struggle to manage the athletic mother draped across their laps as well as Nate’s. The young women exchange a meaningful look as they notice that Mrs. F.’s conservative plaid knee-length skirt is now hiked up to her mid-thighs as a result of her writhing.



“In truth, you two have something I want…” admits the lady driving them to who-knows-where. Nate’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, while Mrs. F. suddenly goes very still. Nate notices her reaction and asks, “Mom?”



The inter-family tension does not go unnoticed by Mistress S. “Oh! You mean Nate doesn’t know?...Well, that would have made interrogating him rather futile, eh?” She chuckles, then directs her next comment at Nate. “I think it will be more fun to make your mom tell you rather than spill the beans myself, so now that we’re here, we can move this party inside.”



“Mom, what is she talking about?! I need to know! Are we in danger?” Nate is stunned that his mom has apparently kept so big of a secret from him.



Mistress S. reaches into her glove box and pulls out two sets of odd-looking cuffs - lined in a soft, fur-like material and with an odd shimmery surface, almost like a color changing ring1. Handing a set to Sylvia for Nate, she and Haley use the other to cuff Mrs. F. as she replies to her son, “Nate, now is not the time. We have to figure a way out of this.”



As Mistress S. and her henchwomen pull Mrs. F. and Nate, struggling, from the rear of the vehicle, the captives look around for possible escape routes and realize that they are in a small underground parking garage.



“Where the hell are we?” Nate thinks out loud.



Footnote 1. The cuffs are a variation on Dex&Lili Brand Consent Bracelets

“At my home, of course,” replies Mistress S. “Well, in my garage, at the moment...let’s get you in and freshened up!”



Nate has the feeling that this is officially becoming real, and if his hands were free, he would pinch himself. His nerves start taking over. Freshen up? What are these women going to do to us? Didn’t she say something about tickling earlier? Nate is also starting to get angry that it seems like his mom is the reason he’s in this situation and the fact that she isn’t telling him anything is only making things worse.



Limited in the amount they can struggle by the pressure point tactics of their three captors, Nate and Mrs. F. are ushered into what looks like an asian-style bathroom (tiled on all sides, with a drain in the center flanked by two sleek contraptions clearly meant to hold humans in a seated and almost reclined position with their feet elevated.) Nate notices a rubber bin nearby full of strange items and next to it a hose with one of the adjustable nozzles on it. WTF? He wonders. His head starts spinning as scary thoughts race through his mind. He’s only seen chairs like that in movies where they are torture devices, able to adjust and shift in multiple ways to put their occupants into a myriad of different positions. What the hell kind of information does my mom have that these people want?



“Don’t worry, my dears, this won’t hurt a bit!” Mistress S. reassures her captives as she, Sylvia, and Haley secure all the straps around legs and arms, fully immobilizing their two victims. “Ok, let’s free those tootsies and get them scrubbed clean!”



Sylvia shucks off Mrs. F.’s shoes and giggles as her fingers glide up the thigh high stockings shading the mom’s well defined legs, causing a sharp intake of breath and some involuntary twitching from the otherwise silent woman.



Meanwhile, Haley removes Nate’s shoes and grabs the sprayer, turning it full force on his feet, top, bottom, sides, and between the toes. “Mistress likes a clean house and neat guests,” Haley cheerfully informs Nate, who is clearly uncomfortable with the foot cleaning process. The sudden surprise of the only slightly cold water makes his legs jolt, causing the water to glance off them and spray the rest of his body. Now he’s completely soaked.



Having slyly removed the stockings from her legs inside the straps, Slyvia grins at Mrs. F. as she blasts her feet with water and scrubs them with a semi-rough brush that has the mother gasping and struggling not to laugh.



Apparently satisfied with the cleanliness of at least one of her victims, Mistress S. snaps her fingers twice, “Ok, girls, let’s get Nate dried off, shall we?” For the first time in nearly an hour of being in her presence, Nate is relieved by her words.



Sylvia retrieves a white terrycloth robe from behind a decorative screen in the corner of the room and hands it to Nate as Haley frees his arms. “You’ll need to strip now,” Sylvia says with an eager grin.



Never before has Nate hesitated to undress for an attractive woman, let alone two. The feeling of being prey is entirely unfamiliar to him, and though somehow titillating, it is also terrifying. His brain is torn between thoughts of escape and imagining multiple pairs of hands on his body at once as these gorgeous young ladies take him through whatever the tickle training must entail.



“And I’d advise against trying to run,” Haley adds softly, “Mistress doesn’t appreciate it when people don’t cooperate, particularly if it delays her fun.”



With no other viable option at hand, Nate realizes he has no choice but to awkwardly strip in front of these strangers, feeling relieved that at least the attractive blonde grinning at him is blocking his mother’s sightline.



Nate fumbles through the removal of his sopping wet clothes and as he slips on the robe, Haley sidles up to him and reaches out to trace her nails down his bare chest. A shiver runs through Nate as he reaches for the sides of the robe and draws them around his torso, noticing that the cuffs left on his wrists are gently glowing green.



“So, Mrs. F.…., would you like to bargain for your freedom?” asks the Mistress of the house from her position of dominance, standing between the woman’s spread bare legs, mere inches from the bottom of the skirt which was hiked up to her upper thighs for the removal of her stockings. “I’m going to give you one chance to tell me what I want to know before my girls take Nate out of the room and you will not see him again until I get what I want out of you…”



The still-immobilized mother begins barking and scolding the women, using more foul language than Nate has ever heard come out of her mouth at once. Mistress S. appears unfazed by Mrs. F.’s outburst and waits patiently for her to run out of steam.



Why won’t my mom just tell her what she needs? This must be incredibly top secret. Nate thinks to himself, then aloud, “Mom, just tell them what they want! I don’t get it. What can be so important that you never told me about it?”



“I’m sorry, Nate. I’ll try to come get you if I can, but this isn’t negotiable. Not knowing will keep you safer,” she says, sadness but resolve evident in her voice. Trailing a finger lightly across the set jaw of the bound woman less than a decade her senior, Mistress S. gives her an appraising look. “Very well, then,” and she nods at the girls, who promptly flank Nate, escorting him to the other door out of the room, pausing only to remove their shoes before entering the main house.



“Where are you ladies taking me?!” Nate is distraught at the thought of leaving his mother in the hands of a madwoman. What will she do to her to get what she wants?



Looking back over his shoulder as he is forced to exit, Nate sees fingers flashing and his mother writhing and gasping in her shackles, struggling against the urge to laugh, and Nate realizes that the mistress is tickling her faster than he has ever seen someone tickle before. Goosebumps pop up on his skin as he imagines those fingers on him…



Chapter Two



Tickling?! Omg, is that what they are planning to do as torture? Fear and concern for his mom begins to give way to amusement and excitement as Nate notices the feeling of goosebumps all over his body. Does she think my mom will tell all just to keep from peeing herself or something? Hah. This is child’s play. “I don’t think we are going to break that easily, you brats. My mom is tough as nails!”



Moving into the main house with his captors, Nate finds himself in a sparsely decorated room with wood accents, an oddly squishy yet smooth floor, and several nooks with lower lighting, including one that appears to contain a large 4-poster bed. Several of the walls have hard points spaced along them at suspicious intervals, with built-in cabinetry nearby each section.



Gulp.



Sylvia laughs a tinkling crystal laugh of delight, clearly amused by Nate's initial bravado and dawning realization of the predicament they are in.



“What do you and your girlfriend want?” Nate asks, worry evident in his tone. “I’ll cut you a deal,” he offers hopefully.



Haley raises an eyebrow at Nate...."Oh?"



As scared as Nate is, he is also aware of more than an ounce of odd attraction to these beautiful women. “Your mistress doesn’t have to know,” he says suggestively.



"It's gotta be a pretty sweet deal for us to consider going against Mistress' wishes - and passing up on the chance to really give you a once over.....You are quite cute...." Haley says matter-of-factly, then smiles and winks at him.



Clearly blushing, Nate realizes he doesn’t have a plan….



Haley trails her fingers lightly down Nate's exposed arm.



Nate snatches it away quickly as goosebumps again prickle up on it and other parts of his body begin to take notice as well.



Haley’s smile widens to a grin and she says, "Tell you what, I'll give you a choice....would you like to face us or the wall?"



“Face you,” Nate blurts out without thinking, still flustered by her touch.



"Excellent!" Moving swiftly, before he even realizes quite what has happened, the girls have shucked off Nate's robe and have him pinned up against the wall with the cuffs snapping into place, clearly magnetized.



Pressing a button alongside him sends tendrils of soft, strong material shooting out of the wall and wrapping around his ankles, pulling taut to spread his legs. Now he is entirely naked, trapped standing spread eagle before two attractive young ladies in their mid twenties who are grinning at him with playful twinkles in their eyes.



Ahh what’s happening?! Get a grip, Nate!



Before he can do more than take a deep breath, two sets of hands are tickling him, one along his sides and one in his underarms.



Omg hold it together Nate! Don’t laugh, don’t laugh. I can’t give in to their insanity.



Their fingers, small and slightly cool, dance across his skin, first lightly, then a little harder in waves. Haley eyes Nate appraisingly, "Trying to resist, eh?" she asks knowingly.



Pursing his lips, Nate replies in a voice edged with desperation as if he’s trying to fight an itch he can’t scratch, “This is a great massage.”



She moves from his sides to his belly, digging in with a bit more enthusiasm. "We need to get you really squirming for Mistress, so we'll do whatever it takes to warm you up good...."



His body jerking and twitching uncontrollably, Nate is still fighting every urge to give these girls what they want. No laughing, not a chuckle, or even a smile. He’s trying with all his might to block them out.



Haley chuckles at Nate's efforts to remain still and keep from laughing. "It's really just a matter of time, cutie...." One of her hands feathers up his inner thigh as the other ranges from belly to sides and back. Meanwhile, Sylvia has moved down and reaches behind Nate's knees to get the tender flesh behind them.



Arghhhh! Breathe, Nate, breathe. Deep breaths, exhale, ok, fast breaths. Ahhh! “These restraints are incredibly strong,” he remarks in what is meant to be a breezy tone, but comes out rather more breathless.



Sylvia laughs that crystalline laugh again and says, "Yes they are! Made especially for Mistress, you see. There's no chance at all of you breaking free of them. And they're perfectly capable of supporting your whole body weight as you thrash around," she adds as she reaches for his feet. Haley pushes a button nearby and four feathers suddenly protrude from the wall, two of them along Nate's neck near his ears such that he can only avoid one, not both, and two in his underarms, twirling lightly.



Omg what are those?! This is the ultimate tease - these feathers are giving me goosebumps! Nate thinks as he tucks his neck as much as he can, like a turtle.



“Hahhah!” Haley's laughter is boisterous and contagious as she delights in Nate's predicament. Meanwhile, another part of Nate is doing the opposite of turtling....



Through the haze of what he tells himself is intense & mind numbing torture, Nate realizes that his body is reacting a different way. He’s starting to get turned on. I mean, in any other situation this would be a fantasy, he thinks. “Girls, girls!” 🥴🥴 I... 🥴 (Nate is having trouble forming sentences while still trying to fight off the tickling and now his growing arousal.)



Sylvia begins skipping around his body to random places, keeping him entirely off guard while Haley focuses in on his core with a lopsided smirk as she realizes the effect their tickling is having on him. "Mistress sure does know how to pick them," she comments appreciatively. "Mmmhm!" Sylvia mumbles appreciatively as she sneaks a quick lick in on the soft flesh of Nate's hip pocket.



I can’t hold out any more! Nate thinks, then lets out a loud “Hahahahah, Ssssttoppp!

Hahahaha!”



Haley's hands slip between Nate's legs as laughter finally bursts out of him.



“Hahahaha!”



Nails are suddenly tickling the most sensitive of areas on Nate.



Jolts of ticklish pleasure shoot up his body, which makes it jerk wildly like a stallion.



Gentle, sensual tickling that confuses the nerve endings and frazzles the brain as it stimulates the body.



“Hahahha, what do you hahaha girls haha want hahaha, please!” I can’t give into any urges.



"That's more like it!" giggles Haley.



This is still a hostage situation, he thinks, trying to force himself to stay focused on escaping. “Who haha are you girls?”



"What a silly question!" Sylvia scoffs, "Isn't it obvious that we're Mistress's tickle assistants?" She attacks his belly with some enthusiasm, then adds, "Well, I suppose we're quite a bit more than that as well, but none of that should matter to you right now!"



“Hahaha I’m ticklish look haha you win hahaha I promise haha!”



One of Haley's eyebrows lifts in playful amusement, "We win, eh?" She giggles, "Oh, you have no idea.....This is just the beginning of your training, cutie." And she winks at him as her finger tips glide over his balls and up his shaft.



*****



Meanwhile, Mrs. F. has been writhing under Mistress S's expert fingers as well as several other specialized implements and random items that appear to have been drafted into service as tickle devices. Though the activity has elicited the occasional gasp or sharp exhale through the nose with pursed lips, the Mrs. has managed to refrain from laughter, resorting to swearing and cursing when heavily stimulated.



The effort has taken its toll on her, though, as beads of sweat glisten on her brow and her breathing is ragged and heavy.



"Well, you're a stubborn one, aren't you?" Mistress S. asks, a tinge of respect evident in her voice. "I'm surprised you haven't even let out a single cackle yet!"



"I'm not going...to give you...the pleasure...of laughter," heaves out Mrs. F. as she struggles to breathe.



"We'll see...." retorts the Mistress. "Perhaps it's time to let you experience the sharper end of my tools...." A metal wartenberg wheel suddenly emerges from an unobtrusive leather sheath at her waist.



Her face a stoic mask of uncaring, the almost imperceptible widening of her eyes is the only sign that Mrs. F. is concerned about the metal device.



The metal points of the wheel prick across the base of Mrs. F.'s neck above her collarbone where it is exposed by the formerly crisp white button-up shirt that is now mostly translucent from water and sweat.



Mistress S. slowly unbuttons the shirt from the top, rolling the sharp implement lower and lower across the delicate flesh of Mrs. F.'s ample bosom.



"I think it's high time we got you out of that shirt and bra," mutters the Mistress. She uses the key dangling around her neck to unlock one of the arm shackles holding the mother down, and wrestles the shirt and a bra strap off of that arm, not noticing in the struggle that Mrs. F. has taken the opportunity of having a free hand to snag a bobby pin from her hair and tuck it into her mouth.



Reshackling that arm, the Mistress takes a moment to run the metal wheel from her captive's forearm all the way up her arm, across her shoulder, and up her neck to her earlobe, eliciting a slight shiver and a rash of goosebumps.



The other arm similarly disrobed, Mistress S. traces a few circles on the large breasts now exposed to the slightly cool "mudroom" air. Then, placing the wheel lightly at her captive's throat, her face takes on a more serious cast. "You might be able to resist laughter, but you haven't been very still, and I wonder if you can also resist pain...."



A mix of worry and anger is now seeping into Mrs. F.'s mask of stoicism, and she swallows hard.



The Mistress's free hand flashes across her captive's body, attacking all the most ticklish places in quick succession.



A roar of anger mixed with anguish bursts from the mother's throat as her iron will clamps down on the rest of her body's instinctive movements, resulting in her body merely quivering in place violently as a red flush spreads across her torso from the effort.



"My, My...." the Mistress croons. "I dare say, you're rather impressive, my dear!" Then she snags an already erect nipple and gives it a quick twist.



One gasp leads to another as the action catches Mrs. F. off guard and the instinct to round her body around her tweaked nipple causes her neck to press into the metal wheel still gently resting at its base.



"Mmm." Mistress S. is clearly pleased by the tone of those gasps. She tucks the wheel back into its pouch and says, "Now, dear, I'll give you another chance to tell me what I want to know before we get any further down this path. I think you understand now that it won't be as easy as you thought. If you'll just give me the information, you and your sweet boy can go home immediately. Isn't that really all you want?"



The momentary look of panic that had crossed Mrs. F.'s face when she felt the metal pressed into her neck has been replaced by a growing fury. Nearly growling, her jaw clenches and she spits out her words, "I will NOT let you win!"



The slightly smug smile on the Mistress's face gives way to a delighted grin. "Excellent! It's much more fun when I win fair and square!" A decidedly sadistic laugh echoes in the mostly tiled room.



------ Scene cut back to Nate ------



When last we saw our young captive ticklee....



Laughter turns into a moan as Haley's soft fingertips tease Nate, causing him to squirm in a different way than the tickling.



A complete shiver of shock rolls through Nate’s body, as if he is jolted with static electricity. Against his own will, he starts becoming hard quickly.



Haley strokes and squeezes, interspersing some light contact of her nails with the smoothness of her fingers. Meanwhile, Sylvia has slipped up close to his neck and whispers in his ear, "I bet you didn't see this coming, did you, cutie?"....



Sylvia’s whisper also makes him shiver a bit.



But before Nate can get comfortable with their soothing and arousing touches, they shock him back into reality.



The girls make eye contact with each other and suddenly, Haley's grip tightens slightly, then Slyvia's fingers flash into his underarms.



My armpits! Hahahah Argh, that teasing threw me off and made me feel even more ticklish! Hahaha



Harder and softer, faster and slower, alternating between stroking and tickling, the girls launch a progressive wave of increasingly intense contact, with Sylvia occasionally nibbling on an earlobe, or gently biting his neck on top of all the other sensations.



Hahaha mmmmm hahaha! As his mind & body are both in a tango with pain & pleasure, Nate’s body can’t help but be incredibly turned on. His knees are no longer doing their job of supporting his body as his senses are swamped by the sensations flowing through him.



Through the intense fog of feelings, Nate thinks, I know I have to fight the pleasure while I can, I know this is what they want. I’ve never been in such a mind fuck of a situation before that I barely have control of my own body! I don’t know how long I can keep doing this….



Sylvia whispers in his ear, "I can see you trying to resist your arousal. It's just a waste of energy, you know....Why not just go along for the ride? You'll be able to focus better once your body isn't begging for release....."



Nate <aside>: Let me just break the fourth wall here & say, if I was experiencing this in any other scenario, it would be an absolute fantasy.



I know that the longer I can hold out, the better shape I’ll be in, but I’m holding on by a string.



In a fit of panic, like a kid lost in a mall, Nate yells, “Mom, help! Mom!!!” While she is the reason we’re in this mess, I still want to make sure she’s ok.

Haley's eyebrows shoot up and she lets out a "huh!" as she pauses her ministrations. "You're better at distracting yourself than I expected....Most men your age can't last 5 minutes."



Sylvia leans across Nate, her breasts brushing across his bare chest as she asks Haley, "Do you think we should check in with Mistress to see if she might like to play with him since he's a stubborn one? Maybe we don't need him to cum first...."



Somehow feeling both belittled and flattered by their commentary on his stamina, Nate huffs, “You brats are going to pay!” Once I break out of here, that is. Then his brain replays what Sylvia said. Play?! What are they going to do now?



Both girls laugh heartily at his bravado, and aggressively tickle him for it.



Hahahah, ahhh, so intense!



Then they pause again to consider their options and Nate tries to catch his breath. Suddenly, although muffled through what must be partially soundproof walls, they all hear the Mistress laugh, sounding delighted and sweetly dangerous at the same time.



What the hell?



The assistants smirk at each other and Haley says, "Well, that probably means his mom is going to need a break right about now anyway, so let's check in with Mistress."



A break? Leave her alone! The thought of his mom going through the same torture as him makes Nate cringe uncomfortably & get even more mad.



Sylvia nods & opens a drawer next to Nate, extracting a green silicone device that she wraps around all of Nate's genitals, securing them snugly. "Just to make sure you understand that you belong to the Mistress now, and nothing happens to you without her approval...."



“What the fuck is that?! Get that off me!!!"



Haley snorts with laughter, "Such innocent outrage! You've seriously never heard of a chastity device? You really are a sheltered little rich boy, aren't you?"



“This is crazy! I know what it is! I just don’t want it on me!”



"Hahhah! You're so funny! As if you have any say in the matter. LOL." Haley seems genuinely amused by his anger and distress. "I think Mistress will really enjoy taming you."



Then she leans in close, her red hair and green eyes mere inches from his face and grins at him as she feathers her fingers around his cage and says, "I know I'm going to enjoy assisting her with your training...."



Then, before he can even process what’s going on or form a thought, the two lithe young women glide out of the room without a backward glance, leaving Nate naked, caged, and shackled to the wall.



Gulp.



*****



After her hearty laugh at Mrs. F., the Mistress flashes a predatory smile at her and dives into full intensity tickling, pausing only to grab different implements to keep her captive off guard. First, a comb scritches along the soles of her feet, then an electric toothbrush buzzes along the outer edge of her ear lobes. A beaded necklace flosses between the toes as Mrs. F.’s feet thrash helplessly and her breathing is ragged, interlaced with grunts, gasps, and sharp exhales. Minutes feel like hours, and the unrelenting onslaught of sensation is wearing down her defenses.



Relief comes unexpectedly, as the door to the main house opens suddenly and both young women walk in and approach their Mistress, who pauses the torture. Haley whispers something in her ear and Mrs. F. sees a look of surprised interest cross the Mistress’s face.



“Well, Mrs. F., I think I shall grant you somewhat of a respite now,” says the Mistress, setting aside the necklace and standing up from her rolling tickle stool. “It seems your son is a tougher nut to crack than my girls expected….” The Mistress smirks at his mom, who scowls back at her and growls, “If you hurt him in any way, I will make you pay.”



Unperturbed, the Mistress turns away and follows her helpers, unaware that as she closes the door behind her, a small thin metal object has appeared between the mother’s lips, a focused & determined look on her face.



*****



After being left for a short amount of time (which seemed like an eternity), Nate hears voices making their way back towards the room.



All three women arrive and pause in front of him, seeming to appreciate his helpless nakedness.



"I hear you might be more interesting than anticipated, Nate...." says the Mistress with a waggle of her eyebrows as her eyes rest upon the green contraption around his private parts.



“What did you do with my Mom?! Please tell me she’s ok!” Nate exclaims. “What do you want from us?”



“I need information from your mom that she is stubbornly refusing to give me, but I’m quite certain she will eventually tell me, particularly if she is concerned enough about your safety, Nate. And don’t worry, I have ways of extracting information - and laughter - without harming her.” The Mistress gives him what seems to be a kind smile.



"However, I'm giving her a little break right now while I determine if my lovely assistants were correct about your stamina...." A full eyebrow arches suggestively as her friendly smile becomes more of a smirk.



The three women move swiftly, disconnecting Nate from the wall and hustling him over to the bed in the alcove that he had noticed earlier.



“I’m not giving into this madness! Get this thing off of me!” Nate demands.



"I'm afraid you'll have to ask nicely, my boy," the Mistress said in a slightly stern tone. "Do you really think you're strong enough to keep it under control while all three of us tickle you?”



“Strong enough? Are you trying to make me pee my pants? What type of psychotic torture are you trying to do to me?”



The Mistress shakes her head sadly and sighs. "I expected you to be a bit quicker on the uptake, Nate. Does it surprise you that we know you are aroused by being tickled and restrained? I'm sure it makes the torture much more enjoyable than you'd like to let on, particularly to your mom....so don't worry, it will be our little secret and she can continue to think that you're being tormented...." Her tone shifts from conspiratorial to suggestive, as she adds, "The question is.....how much can you take?....."



Nate's mind is awhirl with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Speechless, he thinks, She completely called my bluff. How can I be aroused by tickle torture?! This is insane, especially with my own mother being interrogated & tortured as well. It’s a complete mind fuck. Aware that he has limited control over his own body in this situation, Nate decides that he might as well enjoy it as much as he can while trying to keep his wits about him in case he has the opportunity to escape, which does seem rather unlikely since he is now tied spread-eagle on the bed, still naked except for the device around his privates.



“I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you please get this device off of me,” Nate offers.



"That's better," says the mistress with a soft smile and a twinkle in her turquoise eyes.



She nods at Sylvia, who reaches over and swiftly releases Nate from the chastity cage, then runs her fingers across his lower abdomen and hips, an obvious tease.



The three women position themselves around Nate on the bed - Haley kneels by his head as Sylvia slips down to sit at his feet, while the Mistress lounges casually by his side, a devilish smile on her face.



Almost like a conductor leading a symphony, the Mistress seems to be giving subtle cues to the younger women as they begin tickling him lightly. Sylvia somehow has an electric toothbrush that buzzes against the arches of Nate's feet as the fingers of her other hand feather across the tops of his feet. Haley brushes a feather around Nate's ears while her fingernails graze his neck.



As the girls get going, the Mistress has a hand poised above Nate's belly, inching closer with every second.



Suddenly, the other hand zips along Nate's side!



Tensed in anticipation of a belly tickle, Nate yelps at the surprise side attack. “Mistress, Mistress! hahah! This 3 vs 1 thing is not fair at all! Hahah! 🥴”



Omg, what’s happening?! I’m really calling her mistress right now?!



She smiles, seeming pleased that he called her Mistress, and replies, "Ah, my dear, have you not heard the phrase 'All's fair in love and war'? I believe that tickling has its own set of rules as well..."



Before Nate can say anything, she continues, "For instance, if you have enough breath to complain, we aren't tickling you hard enough...."



The tickling intensifies as both girls drop their tools and pick up their pace and pressure. Haley has him by the underarms now, and Sylvia has found the soft spots behind his knees.



“You & Sylvia can haahahaha overpower her hahahah”



Strong and nimble fingers dance across this abdomen as the Mistress sits up and starts full-on tickling.



“Hahah don’t tickle me to death! Please hahaha omg F*$k HAHAHAHA!”



"Only to a 'little death' - la petite mort - not to worry, cutie!" The Mistress chuckles, amused by his continued efforts to speak.



“Hahahah getttt offfffff me hahaha”



"Oh, get off of you, eh? But my dear, none of us are even on you!" That devilish grin flashes again, and before he realizes what is happening, the Mistress has hiked up her tight latex dress to straddle his upper thighs.



A fresh flurry of tickling from three pairs of hands ranging across his entire body makes it hard for Nate to maintain conscious thought, and his laughter is quickly interspersed with gasps for breath. After a few seconds of straight out laughter, the Mistress smiles at him sweetly, "That's a good boy, no talking back to the Mistress..." she emphasizes with a few harder digs into his ribs. "I'll let you have a little break now to catch your breath." Instantly, all tickling ceases, leaving Nate's body humming and strangely bereft.



Then the counting starts. "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."



Nate realizes in a flash that the little break is literally only going to be 10 seconds long.....



“I’ll be a good boy! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll be a glorified assistant, sub, masseuse, whatever you desire!!” Nate blurts out, barely aware of what he’s promising.



"Well, aren't you a darling one?" The Mistress croons, then continues, “Six, five....”



“I’ll bring you people to tickle & torture! Just let us go. I’m sure you don’t need whatever secret you think we have.”



She chuckles at his desperate offerings as she keeps counting, "four, three...." then adds, "You do present a very tempting offer, my dear, but I'm afraid I do in fact need the secret from your mother." She raises an eyebrow at him, "And if I didn't know that you're enjoying every minute of this, I probably would take you up on the offer to serve me and bring me people to tickle torture." That grin again.... "But you can't fool me." "Two, one!"



The renewed tickling onslaught makes it much harder for Nate to think coherently, but his brain rebels against the idea that this woman knows what he wants and likes.



"I do not hahhahhhaaa like this hahhahaaa at all!"



A quiet snort of laughter is the only indication that his complaint registered.



"And you know HHhhaaaahhh I don't haaaaave any informationnnnngh for you, so heeehheeeee you're a huuhhhuuorrible person for torturing me!"



The Mistress frowns slightly, hesitating in her tickling for a moment as she seems to consider whether he might be right.

Am I actually getting to her? I think it’s working!

Then her face relaxes into a sweet smile and she leans over to gaze directly into his eyes, one hand supporting her body as the other slowly, almost lazily, trails along his collar bones and down his chest, feathering around a nipple before heading lower. "Tell me, Nate, does this really feel like torture to you?" She asks in a soft & breathy voice.

Just as Nate thought he was gaining some sort of upper hand, his body shivers with a whole new feeling - arousal

His nipples are among a handful of spots that serve as an “on switch”.



Caught off guard by the change in tone and behavior and feeling pinned by her gaze, Nate is at a loss for words and spews out a garbled sound somewhere between a “nnno” and an “unghh”.



The Mistress's eyes twinkle and she nods sagely. "That's what I thought."



"Well, girls, I noticed Nate sneaking a peek at the little bit of cleavage my dress creates, so I'm thinking he might find it even harder to find this torturous if your more ample curves were to provide him with further distraction...."



Sylvia giggles, Haley grins, and they both promptly strip off their pantsuits, leaving them both in only underwear & bras.



The Mistress is watching him take in the new views and observing his body's reaction, noting the flush of color through his face and chest and the increase in blood-flow lower down as well.



Her hands have traced their way up and down his chest & belly, sliding tantalizingly close to his fresh arousal, then gliding back up to circle around his pert nipples.



Nate’s body starts to slowly tingle.



Haley & Sylvia have also adjusted their techniques, feathering fingers over areas of Nate's body that he didn't even realize were erogenous zones.



Nate’s breathing starts to become heavy.



A bra strap slips off Haley's shoulder and the Mistress sees Nate's breath catch.



She chuckles. "Haley, my dear, if the bra is getting in your way, feel free to take it off." The Mistress winks at Nate.



Haley seems to have also picked up on Nate's interest, and makes the removal of her bra a sensuous endeavor, ostensibly requiring her to bend over his face to reach the hooks in the back, resulting in Nate getting a face-full of ample breasts as they are freed from their holster.



Meanwhile, the Mistress is toying with his sensitive nipples, discovering that his body responds quite well to them being tweaked.



“You’re really 🥴🥴🥴milking this, aren’t you, ladies?” Nate mutters in between sounds of pleasure.



The Mistress grins, "I wouldn't say we're milking you quite yet, sweet boy....." she says suggestively, and reaches down to trail a finger along the length of his very alert shaft.



Oh shit, I don’t know how long I’m going to last!



With three pairs of hands teasing and stroking, fluffing and feathering across his most sensitive parts, Nate’s senses are quickly overloaded and all thoughts fade into the background of the waves of pleasure lifting him higher and higher. Somehow, the women seem to know when a particular movement, touch, or degree of contact loses its edge and they make constant minor adjustments to keep him at peak interest, enhanced by the occasional shedding of the few remaining garments of clothing adorning two of his three captors. This is not a gradual building of arousal, but an intense and gently forceful onslaught of sensation designed to push him over the edge in scant minutes.



Despite the speed of approach, Nate’s sudden and uncontrolled release is more powerful than normal, making him wonder just how much of it was because of all the tickling beforehand. A warm washcloth quickly cleans up the mess on his chest, and while the aftershocks are still pulsing through his body and his brain is fully of woozy goodness, the Mistress whispers into his ear, “Now we’ll see how ticklish you really are…..”





“Wha??” Nate shakes his head, trying to clear the fog as his brain realizes what’s coming and all the hairs on his body stand on end when the Mistress’s deep laughter rings through the room and the three women reorient themselves to tickle him senseless.



*****



As Nate’s hoarse screams of laughter fill the room, his mother, wearing a fluffy white robe and wielding a broom like a weapon, quietly slips into the room, taking stock of the situation.



With Nate shackled to the bed, she is less than optimistic about their chances of getting out, so her first priority is to set him free. Her eyes alight on an oddly shaped lever near the door that makes her think of an engine kill switch.



Taking a deep breath and hoping for the best, she flips the switch with her elbow while simultaneously bellowing, "Get the Hell off my son!"



Startled, the three ladies turn to see Mrs. F. barreling towards them, brandishing the broomstick.



All of a sudden the torture comes to a halt as the ladies are looking confused toward the other side of the room. Gasping to catch his breath, Nate sees a figure running towards them. “Mom?!”



Although the Mistress makes a small surprised sound seemingly tinged with respect for the older woman, she seems unconcerned about the situation, calmly saying, "Girls, would you please re-secure Mrs. F.?" By the time she says it, Haley has already intercepted the mother and grabbed the flailing end of the broom.



As a clicking sound goes off in the restraints when his mom enters, Nate realizes that it is unlocked. Nate is ready to jump out & help his mom but realizes he can’t let the mistress see him or she’ll click the lock button immediately. I only have one chance, so I’ll have to wait until they are all least expecting it, then I’ll act!



Haley is barely able to hold on to the broomstick as the muscular mom attempts to wrench it out of her hands. Sylvia slips alongside the broom angling towards Mrs. F. and gets kicked back by a foot to the chest.



After directing them to take care of Mrs. F., the Mistress refocuses her attention on Nate, clearly loath to pass up on the opportunity to tickle him at his most sensitive, but sufficiently distracted not to notice that the restraints around his ankles & wrists are no longer secure.



The few seconds pause in tickling gives Nate just enough time to slightly regain his wits, enough to recognize that he needs to pretend to still be stuck until the Mistress is no longer sitting on him.



As much as I want to grab her now, I have to act helpless still until she’s off of me. This might have been worse than before, just knowing I can escape. “Hahahah noo stop hahah mm mm Mommm!!!”



The Mistress laughs as her fingers fly across Nate's body, "Your mom can't help you, silly boy, she'll be stuck again any minute!"



As she says that, there's a thud from Mrs. F.'s body slamming into the wall, pinned behind the broomstick, which the girls managed to rotate horizontally and use like a spreader bar against her chest, rendering her arms behind it surprisingly ineffectual.



Then there's another thud as Haley's legs are swept out from under her by one of the mom's kicks.



There's a garbled squeal from Sylvia as the broomstick catches her in the throat, and the Mistress realizes her girls are not holding their own against their powerful opponent.



With a frustrated exhale, she climbs off of Nate and heads towards the skirmish.



As the Mistress is getting off the bed, Haley returns the favor and takes down the mother, who lands on top of her as Sylvia gasps in air and rubs her neck.



Mrs. F. finds herself suddenly horizontal, but cushioned from the floor by the soft yet sturdy curves of Haley, who promptly wraps her legs around the mom's midsection and hooks her arms under Mrs. F.’s elbows, locking her arms up above her head.



Sylvia drops down to her knees beside them, and seeing that the bathrobe has gaped open over one of the mother's breasts, she snags the exposed nipple and gives it a good twist.



A yelp from Mrs. F. is followed by a string of obscenities as she thrashes between Haley's thighs.



The Mistress frowns at the foul language and says, "Ladies, ladies! There's no need for things to get ugly."



"Let's all just calm down and take a few deep breaths.....



Something about the way she says that makes Mrs. F. look up into the bright turquoise eyes of the Mistress, who continues to speak soothingly. Feeling suddenly a bit foggy-brained, the mom somehow feels safer too, briefly wondering if she should be worried about how calming it was to focus on the Mistress.



Watching from the bed, still biding his time and pretending to be stuck, Nate notices a particularly lilting tone to the Mistress's speech patterns and then is horrified to see that his mom's struggles are slowing down as the Mistress spoke, and her mannerisms are suddenly that of someone who is drugged or tipsy.



What the hell is she doing? Nate thinks. “Mom?! What the hell is going on? Mom!!!”



Mrs. F. blinks rapidly a few times, as though trying to clear dust out of her eyes, and yells back, "Nate, Hon, are you ok?!"



“I’m fine! Mom, what's happening?!”



"I'm going to get us out of here, you just hang tight kiddo." Nate picks up on her slight emphasis on hang tight and figures she doesn't want him to jump in to assist just yet. That doesn't explain what was going on with the way the Mistress was talking to her and how she was responding, though.



The Mistress smiles slightly and reaches out to gently boop Nate’s mom on the nose as she says, "You're a very impressive woman, Mrs. F., and I have no doubt about your capabilities. However, I don't think you fully understand mine...."



As the Mistress continues speaking, her voice again takes on a sing-song tone and a soothing storytelling pace, "You see, for the past 10 years, I have traveled the world seeking knowledge of certain rare skills, and one of my favorites is the ability to put anyone at ease simply by speaking to them. As you can imagine, it's remarkably useful!"



After a renewed burst of struggling while speaking to Nate, his mom has calmed substantially from listening to the Mistress, seeming more like a mannequin in Haley's arms than the aggressive woman she was moments ago. "You can relax, Mrs. F., we're going to take good care of you," the Mistress croons, and gestures with her fingers for her assistants to begin removing the fluffy white robe from around the now compliant mother.



From Nate’s vantage point, he can only see a tad bit of what’s happening. Still very confused & nervous about what is happening to his Mother, he calls out, “Mom, speak to me, I need to hear that you’re ok over there!”



"Yes, Yes, dear, I'm fine," she replies almost sleepily. "They're going to take good care of me...." she says dreamily.



By now, the robe is off, leaving her with nothing on but panties, and the girls are maneuvering her gently towards the wall where Nate was shackled previously.



As the cool air graces her skin and several pairs of hands guide her towards the wall, Mrs. F. blinks slowly as though trying to think about her situation, and a slight frown creases her brow. "Hmm?"



Sylvia soothingly reaches up and massages her shoulders, angling her body to better face the Mistress, who smiles at her and says "Yes, dear? Everything is going to be fine, don't you worry...."



"Don't worry...." Mrs. F. parrots back happily.



Nate finally has a clear line of sight to his mom and is startled by the vacant look in her eyes that seem to be fixed on the Mistress, while the rest of her body stands there limply.



She looks drugged or something...Now’s my chance!

Nate quickly gets up in the smoothest way possible & makes a B-line straight for the Mistress.



“Not so fast!” Nate shouts as he grabs & tackles the Mistress to the ground, leaving her pinned and facing him. “What the hell did you do to her! Did you drug her?! I’m sick and tired of all this nonsense!”



Free of the Mistress's gaze, Mrs. F. blinks rapidly, shakes her head a few times, and begins struggling again with renewed vigor against the now forceful attempts of Haley & Sylvia to get her close enough to the wall for the automatic shackles to grab her.



Meanwhile, finding herself suddenly pinned under Nate, the Mistress looks peeved at being interrupted.



Her legs spread beneath him and before he realizes what is happening, they have wrapped around him and with a sudden forceful thrust from one side of her hips, she has rolled them both over, reversing the roles of top and bottom and knocking the wind out of him.



Mrs. F. breaks free of the girls at that moment and pulls the Mistress off of Nate by her hair, eliciting a shriek of rage from her. Both girls immediately tackle the mother and everyone goes down to the ground in a heap of flailing arms and legs next to Nate, who is still regaining his breath.



The lively scuffle that ensues is less one-sided than one would think with three women on one. It’s almost as if the captors are toying with their prey, encouraging and allowing her to fight back as their naked bodies writhe around her, only the Mistress still wearing any clothing. Sylvia sneaks in a few licks on Mrs. F.’s neck and Haley nips an ear as the Mistress distracts the mom with tickles and they all sneak in some sensual strokes.



After witnessing all the women jumping on his mom and messing with her, Nate finally feels able to join the fray and knows it’s time to act. He reaches into the pile and grabs the Mistress from behind by her hips, and pulls with all his strength, yanking her up and away from the others.



Her weight nearly unbalances him and they both flail a bit as she adjusts from being on the ground to standing again so abruptly.



Once stabilized, the Mistress whips around to face Nate. "Silly boy, this is girl's time only now!"



"What the hell were you doing to my mom earlier when she wasn't fighting back?" Nate demands.



"This...." The Mistress says with a smile as they lock eyes.



Staring eye to eye with the Mistress, Nate starts feeling cloudy - as if he just smoked a big joint.



Although he thought he was on guard, Nate still feels his anger beginning to fade as he stares into the depths of the sea-green eyes in front of him.



Just before he loses all power to act, he gathers the little strength and focus he has and directs his hands into the exposed sides of the Mistress.



She shrieks with laughter and quickly squirms away, dropping eye contact with Nate as she focuses on escaping his clutches. "You Naughty Boy!" There's an interesting mix of anger, surprise, and some other emotion that Nate can't quite place in her exclamation. Could it be excitement?





Without her gaze fixed on him, Nate quickly snaps out of his daze and says, “What the hell, were you using hypno!?!”



Thinking about it more, he realizes that he almost subconsciously started tickling her. As he realizes how well it worked, he gains confidence, announcing, “You’re finished! Your games are over! Call your girls off.”



As Nate goes in for more, she parries his hands and gets a tickle in on him.



"Hah! Not a chance, my boy! I am not so easily overcome." Her fingers fly faster than he thought possible, and catch him in all his sensitive torso spots as he gets in the occasional quick tickle that makes her gasp.



As Nate and the Mistress scuffle, he tries to keep an eye on his mom, who is still wrestling with the two girls. Over his own and the Mistress's laughs and grunts, he can hear that she is berating the girls, who seem to be flirting with her as they pin her in various suggestive positions.



“Hahaha! Mom! Are you ok? Aaahhh!”



Instead of quickly gaining the upper hand as he expected, Nate finds his body backing up, even his anger rises.



It's not the only thing rising though....Nate is flabbergasted to feel himself becoming aroused again by the touch of this awful woman and feels betrayed by his body.



“No, wtf! You’re not going to win this fight, you evil B#*!€”



The Mistress is clearly upset about his name calling, as her smile vanishes and her brow furrows.



There's a touch of sadness in her sigh as she says, "Nate, I'm not doing this to be mean. I was hoping you were beginning to understand."



Then, his back touches the wall, and the Mistress’s hand flashes out to press the button and the restraints again wrap themselves around his ankles as the Mistress grabs one of his wrists, still encased in her overly fancy cuffs, and forces it up to the wall before he has a chance to resist.



Before Nate can even process what’s happening, he feels the familiar sensation around his ankles. No! What?! How did I not realize I was so close to the wall again?! While still in the middle of that thought, he hears the now familiar click of the cuff connecting with it's port, and feels a little panic rising as he realizes that only one limb is still free.

As the Mistress goes to grab his second arm, Nate whips it out of her reach, focusing on keeping it out of her grasp and trying to figure out what he can do with it so she can't attach it to the wall.



Holding his arm over his head so that his wrist is out of reach of the Mistress’s clutches, Nate doesn't sense danger until he sees the half-smile flit across her face again and realizes too late that he has left his armpit unguarded....



🥴🥴🥴 “Wait! Hahahah!” As Nate feels the quick and intense tickle in his pit, he tries to withstand it for as long as he can, still reaching his arm in the air, but quickly being weakened by the tickling.



Slightly bemused by Nate's efforts to resist the capture of his final limb, the Mistress also notes the attentiveness of another part of his body and a devilish grin spreads across her face...



“As I hold out with all my strength not to give into the tickling, I feel something that shocks me. Oh nooo she’s tickling my balls!!! Within a half second, my arm retracts. The torture & pleasure quickly jolt my body at once”



The Mistress grins at Nate and says, "I hope you come to realize that 'losing' might not be what you think it is...." Then she turns away and leaves him attached to the wall.



Filled with even more rage from my failed rescue attempt. Nooo enough of this!! Let us go!! There’s no secret, she would have told you by now



Looking back at Nate, the Mistress adds, "You and I both know that your mother is a strong and stubborn woman. I expect it's going to take quite a bit more time and effort to extract the information I need. Fortunately, I'm a patient and determined woman. I'd rather let you be comfortable while we work it out of her, but if you're going to chatter the whole time, I don't have a problem gagging you."



Knowing that his voice is his last line of defense, Nate purses his lips & just glares. If I’m gagged I’ll be truly helpless & at this moment there is nothing else I can do.



Feelings of hopelessness fill Nate's mind as he wishes he could just teleport himself back home & pretend this whole fiasco never happened. But before Nate can even imagine what it would be like to be laying in his own bed right now, he hears the Mistress say, “Let’s try this again, shall we?” as she makes a bee-line towards the girls & his mother. He knows he has to at least warn his mom about the hypnosis. “Mom watch out!! Don’t look into her eyes!! She’s trying to hypnotize you!”



*****

Mrs. F. momentarily pauses in her struggle against the girls, absorbing the information Nate just yelled at her. Then she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, relying entirely on sound and touch to continue her fight.



Though clearly somewhat miffed that the mother now has her eyes closed, the Mistress is undeterred.



"Oh, come now," she says teasingly, "Do you really believe in that mumbo-jumbo nonsense?" and then sticks a finger in Mrs. F.'s ear.



The mother's eyes instantly fly open in surprise and shock, then quickly narrow in suspicion as the Mistress smirks a lopsided smile at her.

"I promise, you have nothing to fear, my dear,” says the Mistress as her eyes seem to glow a little. The mother's eyes vibrate slightly, then she squeezes them closed again tightly, clearly convinced of the danger of staring into the eyes of the Mistress.



Despite being unable to see the other women, Mrs. F. manages to continue struggling against their grip, making it difficult for them to torture her, even with three of them.



Meanwhile, Nate is averting his eyes from the attractive women surrounding and tormenting his mother, telling himself that she got herself into this mess by not having shared the secret with him. He feels certain that their captors aren't actually going to hurt her, so he's trying not to think about whether they might do similar things to her like they did to him.



"Why are you still fighting us, Mrs. F.?" asks the Mistress. "If you just tell me the secret, I will let you go, I promise!"



Mrs. F. lets out a bark of harsh laughter. "Sure, of course you would, and no one would get hurt...." she says bitterly, then yells, "Not a chance in hell!"



The Mistress shrugs, seeming unsurprised by the response. "Ah well, I had to ask. I don't mind doing it the hard way if you prefer." She gets up from the pile of bodies and walks over to the wall next to Nate.



"Ok, Nate, I think you've had enough torture. There's no need for you to hear any more of this. Please just relax and enjoy the massage." She presses a spot on the wall and a little flap springs open, revealing a dial that Nate can only barely see. She turns it a few clicks, pushes it in, and a faint humming sound starts up. More than half a dozen smooth metallic arms emerge from the wall, and begin gently massaging Nate as two tendrils with what look like leaves at the end reach out and cup themselves around Nate's ears, blocking out the sounds of his mother's struggle. Soothing forest sounds fill his mind as his body suddenly seems weightless, somehow held aloft as it is being massaged.



Whaaaa? Nate thinks at first, but it quickly becomes Ahhhh as he feels surprisingly comforted and safe. His eyes are drawn to sudden movement as his mom muscles out of a hold and the two young women scramble to pin her again. The Mistress notices his distraction and reaches us to gently touch his face, redirecting his attention to her. Her green eyes sparkle and almost glow as she says, “No need to worry, I’m just going to teach your mommy a lesson while you enjoy.” Nate finds himself nodding contentedly in response and is pleased that she smiles back at him warmly. He watches as the Mistress returns to the other women to work her magic. Maybe she really is magical, he thinks to himself dreamily as his eyelids fall over his eyes.



As the tussle continues, all the women grunt with exertion and their bodies begin to glisten with sweat. Sylvia sneaks in the occasional lick as she adjusts her position or grip, which always causes the mother to grimace, and both Haley and the Mistress are able to get in a bit of light tickling, but it quickly becomes apparent that she isn't wearing out any faster than they are.



"Mmm. Such stamina!" comments Haley, looking a bit flushed from the effort of keeping the ferocious mother under control.



"I know, right?" giggles Sylvia, and they exchange a heated look.



Though she misses the shared look, Mrs. F. picks up on their tone, and mutters an "Ugh, gross!" under her breath.



"Well, that's not very polite, now is it?" comments the Mistress. "It seems to me that you lack the experience to judge their relationship, and I suspect you would find it anything but gross if you just let yourself enjoy some quality time with my girls." She adds, "They are quite good at getting people to give into their desires."



"What the hell do you think I am?!" exclaims the mother, clearly outraged at the Mistresses implications.



"Why, you're obviously a closeted lesbian or bi-sexual," the Mistress replies calmly. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."



"I most certainly am not!" yells the mother.



The Mistress chuckles, "Milady doth protest too much, it seems!"



"Perhaps further experimentation is warranted...." the Mistress muses. "Would you like to see what I have in mind?"



Mrs. F.'s nostrils flare as she fights the urge to open her eyes.



"Girls, why don't you help her see the light?" the Mistress puns with a grin.



The Mistress sits on the mother's legs and the two young women each sit on one of her arms, freeing their hands to literally pry open the mother's eyelids.



Within seconds of being forced to stare into the Mistress's eyes, the mom’s body begins to relax under them, as her eyes lose focus and wobble slightly.



With her body more compliant though somewhat floppy, the three of them hoist her up and onto the bed in the alcove, moving out of Nate's line of sight (if he were to open his eyes again - not that he seems likely to be easily aroused from his blissed out massage trance).

Haley takes up point position underneath the mother, legs wrapped around her waist and heels hooked on her thighs, and secures her arms by lifting them over her head and wrapping her own around them near the mom's head. After removing the mother’s underwear, Sylvia settles onto one of the woman's thighs so that she is positioned to reach most of her core.



The Mistress leans over the pile of naked limbs and locks eyes with the mother again. "Alright, missy, now it's time to tell me the secret."



The mother's lips part as if she is about to speak, then her eyes vibrate and her eyelids squint as though fighting an unseen force. She blinks hard, shakes her head, and looks down at the naked young women pinning her to the bed.



Moving quickly, the Mistress grabs Mrs. F.'s free ankle just as she goes to use it to kick Sylvia.



Obscenities fly from the mother's mouth like pigeons from a city street as she tests the strength of her human bonds and finds them secure.



"I do not approve of that sort of language being used in my household!" exclaims the Mistress indignantly as she moves to straddle the woman's lower leg. "Girls, what's the punishment for swearing at me?"



"Tickling until you can't breathe anymore!" says Sylvia with a grin.

"Wait, what?" says Mrs. F., sounding a bit shaken.



"That's right," Haley confirms, "We will all tickle you at full intensity until you are literally gasping for breath." She switches her grip of the mother's arms so that one of her arms is free to hover menacingly over an underarm.



"Now, girls, wait a minute, let's talk about this.....maybe there's some kind of agreement we can reach?" the mother offers nervously.



"If the agreement doesn't involve you spilling the secret, I'm not interested in bargaining," states the Mistress matter-of-factly.



The mother scowls and squirms angrily. "Fine! Do your worst! I'm not giving you the information!"



With a small snort of laughter, the Mistress announces, "Alright girls, Game on!"



Five hands descend at once on the mother's helpless body, simultaneously tickling her belly, sides, and both underarms.



Sylvia giggles as her fingers zip up and down the mother's curved sides and into the underarm that Haley can't reach. After the initial belly attack, the Mistress divides her time between the mother's hip pockets and all the parts of her legs that she can reach from her perch on the lady's leg, dodging back to the belly occasionally to keep her off guard.



Thrashing wildly under the onslaught, her breathing becoming jagged as she struggles not to laugh, the mother finds her skin flushing with heat and a fluttery sensation building in her belly.



Keenly watching the mother's face, the mistress smiles her half-smile and says, "You're putting so much energy into trying not to laugh when you really want to. Why are you fighting it? You'll feel so much better if you just let it go."



Panting slightly, the mom grimaces and says, "I won't let you win!"



"Ah, my dear, that's really not an option. It's just a matter of how much you enjoy losing....and I can tell that you're starting to enjoy it," says the Mistress with a wink and a tickle of her captive's inner thighs.



A confused look passes across the mother's face as she gasps a little at the intimacy of that tickle. Her senses quickly becoming overwhelmed, small noises start to escape her unwittingly after the first five minutes: a snort here, a small "hah!" there, regular "unngh!" and "mmmfph!" exclamations.



Haley's fingers slither up the mother's neck, who promptly crunches her head towards her shoulder to get rid of the hand, tipping her other ear up towards Haley's face, who leans towards it and whispers throatily, "if you're not enjoying this, you can submit...."



Mrs. F. lets out a noise somewhere between a growl and a guffaw in response to Haley’s taunt.



As they approach the 10 minute mark, a turning point is reached and laughter erupts from the mom as though a dam has let loose. "BWaaahhaaaaahhaaaaaaahhhaaaaaagaaaahhaahhhaa! Caaahhaannn't taaaake ihhhaat annyyy moohhhaahre!" She splutters out amid gales of laughter. "Pleheeeheeese Stahhhaaahahhhap!" She draws in a few ragged breaths between laughing fits, then rushes to say, "Juststopandi'lltellyouwhatyouwant! Haaahaaahhhhhaaaa!"



With a grin, the Mistress pulls both hands away and the girls follow her lead.



"I'm glad you've come around, Mrs. F.; please do take a moment to catch your breath before you give me the information."



Panting, the mother nods agreeably, though she doesn't look the Mistress in the eyes.



After a few seconds of awkward silence, the mom says, "Ok, I will tell you now."



Her three captors lean in expectantly as she draws a deep breath. "The access codes are on a piece of paper inside the secret compartment in the top of my center desk drawer, but I don't have the key to it."



Nonplussed, the Mistress rocks back on her heels, taking in the news and scrutinizing the mother's face.



The girls loosen their grips and start to release the mom, taking turns slowly stretching as the mistress still straddles her, contemplating the information she provided.



Meeting her captor's eyes, Mrs. F. sets her jaw and demands, "Now that I've told you what you wanted, you have no further need for us and should let us go immediately."



Catching something in her tone of voice, the Mistress's eyes narrow disbelievingly.



"First tell me who has the key," she replies coolly.



Her eyes vibrating slightly from the Mistress's gaze, the mother hesitates, then says shakily, as though forcing the words out, "I...don't...know….”



“I can’t believe she’s lying to me!” growls the Mistress, then gruffly, “Girls, get her pinned again.” Haley and Sylvia move quickly, each pinning an arm between their legs to secure the mother once again before she could wiggle free of the Mistress, who, brows furrowing in anger, addresses her captive, "I've been a fair woman, but you've pushed me past my limits with your stubborn willfulness. I know you haven't given me the true location and I also can tell that you absolutely know who has the key. I will get that information from you one way or another, so now I'm going to play dirty, even if you'll be uncomfortable with it. Did you ever do any sexual experimenting in college Mrs. F.?...."



Scene



Surprise and shock pass over the mother's face in quick succession as she realizes that her bluff has been called and another round of unknown torture awaits her.





Feeling the pull of the Mistress's eyes, Mrs. F. nervously attempts to stall, saying, "Sssexual experimenting? I....uh....what? Why?...I mean, No! And stop trying to hypnotize me, that's not fair!"



A small smile slips around the stern and focused expression on the Mistress's face as she doubles down, her eye glowing slightly in the dim lighting. "It's ok, hon, you can tell me about your experiences and your dreams."



Nostrils flaring a bit like a deer catching wind of a hunter, the mother is nonetheless beginning to relax in the grips of the young women pinning her down.



Her eyes crossing slightly, she whimpers, "No, I can't, I mustn't.....Nate, honey, come help mommy!"



As the mother's body starts to become pliable again, Sylvia pulls her arms above her head and kneels atop them while facing her, leaving the mom's hands nothing to grab but Sylvia's smooth bottom while her forearms wriggling underneath Sylvia's pelvis cause her to occasionally bite her lower lip. At the same time, Haley moves to kneel in much the same way on one lower leg while the Mistress sits on the other thigh. Meanwhile, the mistress maintains eye contact with Mrs. F. and speaks softly and encouragingly. "It's alright, my dear, this is a safe space to be who you really want to be. Don't worry about what the world thinks of you. What feels right to you?"



A distressed look evident on her face, the mom tries to turn her head away from the Mistress in an attempt to break eye contact, squints her eyes, and almost manages to close the further away one. "I don't know what you're getting at, but this is about as much of a safe space as the coils of python are, you snake!"



Nostrils flaring slightly as a soft puff of breath escapes them, the mistress purses her lips and reaches out to pinch a nipple, then says softly but slightly less sweetly as the mother's eyes snap open in surprise and shock, "You're willfully ignoring your own body's reaction to other women. Like this overly perky nipple of yours in a not particularly chilly room. And the slight flush across your face and chest that has nothing to do with the amount of effort you've been exerting attempting to escape. Whether it was your family or the social network in which you were raised, they did a good job of brainwashing you to ignore your feelings. I'm going to challenge you to break free of the box they put you in and join us in being true to yourself and your passions."



Mrs. F.'s face reddens further at this speech and she stammers a reply, "Nnno, that's not true, it's just the adrenaline from trying to fight your hypnotism." The Mistresses fingers toy with her nipple as an arched eyebrow challenges her not to react.



Her breath quickening somewhat, the mother grits her teeth and says between soft grunts, "I, ungh, am not, mm, attracted, nuh, to women!"



"Ah, such a stubborn one!" the Mistress exclaims in bemused wonder. "Girls, I think it's time to engage the persuader...."



From her perch atop the mother's arms, Sylvia grins and reaches behind her to press on a panel in the wall, opening a hidden drawer from which she withdraws a hitachi massager with an attachment designed to fit both the inside and outside of a lady. Mrs. F.'s eyes widen and her pupils dilate as she assesses this new threat. Sylvia passes the tool to the Mistress and reaches back into the drawer to obtain a large ostrich feather and a sleek bottle of lube.



As Haley uses the lube from Sylvia to help the Mistress prep her tool, Sylvia brushes the feather across their captive's chest, circling her breasts and lightly flicking the nipples, causing the occasional hitch in Mrs. F.'s breathing.



The wand's attachment now glisteningly slick, the Mistress grins at the mom as she gently touches the tip of it to two areas on the woman's exposed body.



Haley's hands glide up the mother's inner thighs, working around the Mistress's leg to lightly tickle and tease the woman.



"It doesn't matter whaaahuut you do to me," the mother spits out between half-muted moans, "I will not be 'persuaded' to give you the uuhhiiinformation you seek!"



"We shall see...." says the mistress, easing the dildo portion of her tool just past the flesh folds guarding the mother's womanly core, teasing with the slowness of her approach, and waiting until the initial flexing of muscles has eased before flicking the switch on her weapon of mass arousal.



As the internal and external vibrations combine with Haley's fingers on her inner thighs and the feather dancing across her breasts, Mrs. F.'s eyes lose focus and roll back into her head slightly and her lips part only to have her lower lip sucked between her teeth. "Uuuhhhnnnn," she moans, no longer able to ignore the rampant sensations across her body.



Nipples firm and back arching slightly as the vibrating attachment smoothly glides in and out of her body, words are no longer an option for the mom, as sweat starts to glisten between her breasts and the sheets beneath her darken with moisture from the need within her.



When the release comes, it rocks her body in spasms of pleasure and a primal scream flies from her throat as her three captors exchange satisfied glances, all of them clearly flushed with arousal from their roles in bringing her to orgasm. As the aftershocks are just beginning to subside, the Mistress smirks at her co-conspirators and six hands descend on underarms, belly, and feet to take advantage of the mother's temporarily increased sensitivity.



Her voice slightly hoarse already, the mom's shrieks of laughter can no longer be contained as the onslaught of tickling wrenches her back from pleasure to distress. "Gaaahhhaaaaahhhaaaaaahhhaaaaaa" She struggles to form any words at all. "OhhhaaaaaahhaaaaaaaaaKaaaaaay!" she gasps out amide gales of laughter, "Iiyiyiyi Giiiiihhhhiiive UhhhhaaaaUp!"



The Mistress promptly pauses and leans forward to look her in the eyes with a pointed gaze. "The truth now, please, Mrs. F.," she emphasizes as the other two continue tickling for good measure.



"Yehhhhehehhyesss, I wihhhhill tehhhehhhll you!" babbles the mother.



Raising a finger in the air to pause the tickling, the Mistress leans a little further and angles her ear towards the mom's face, saying "Go ahead, hon."



Her head bobbing up as though it were attached to her body by a string, the mother speaks in a slurred whisper that only the Mistress can hear.



A look of surprised amusement passes across the Mistress's face, then she grins at her captive, gives her a quick hug, and says, "Thank you for sharing, my dear. Ok, girls, let's get these folks cleaned up and on their way!"



*****



Nate's brain comes back online as he is being loaded into a vehicle while blindfolded. Despite having no awareness of being taken from the wall where he was last held captive, his body feels surprisingly relaxed and calm.



Coming from being plugged into the pleasurable simulation, his mind struggles to come back to reality as the light from outside peeks around the blindfold.



It doesn't seem to take long for the car to arrive at its destination, and just as it comes to a stop, Nate hears a familiar humming and realizes that his mom is in the car with him.



She's humming a lullaby that he hasn't heard since he was a child...



“Mom? Are you ok?” He wonders why she’s humming a lullaby, but is mostly just happy to see that she’s ok.



Nate's blindfold is removed and he sees that his cuffs have been released as well. He looks back at his mom in the center of the backseat, strapped in and looking woozy, almost drunk, though apparently unharmed.



As he watches, the straps retreat back into the seat cushions and Sylvia scoots his mom out of the vehicle on the passenger side. Nate scrambles to get out of the car himself and help his mom.



"Hello....dear.....Yes, mmhm....I'm juhhhst fiiine," his mother slurs sleepily as she is unloaded from the car, then gives Nate a big hug when he gets out of the car.



Ugh, they must have hypnotized her again. At least all the torture & craziness seems to be over for now.



The Mistress leans over from the driver's side and cheerily waves at them. "So nice to meet you folks! I hope you enjoyed your visit as much as I did! You are free to go now." She claps her hands three times and Nate can see his mother's eyes sharpening and her posture straightening as Sylvia & Haley hop back in the car and it glides off into the afternoon sun.



Finally noticing their surroundings, Nate discovers that they have been dropped at the nearest entrance to Central Park from his house, which is conveniently also within a few blocks of his mom’s place near the club where they were abducted.



Coming to her senses, Mrs. F. looks around, then looks at Nate with a strange expression on her face.



"Nate, honey, are you okay?"



“Yes I am,” he says as his mother hugs him, then adds, “I’m not going to lie, I’m very angry at you for getting us into that situation, but I think we should just never talk about this again & hope they won’t hurt us again.”



Mrs. F. sighs, looking away from Nate's face, and says, "Well, they won't need to, because they already got what they wanted."



There's an edge to her voice that Nate can't quite place. Something like anger and frustration, but with a tinge of sadness and regret. He figures she must feel guilty about not telling him the secret before.

Mrs. F. frowns and says, "It doesn't matter now, so we should just try to move on. Trust me that it is still better that you don't know."



Nate is taken aback. "Really?! Your secret almost got us killed and you aren't even going to tell me what was so important?"



She sighs heavily. "Nate, if you had known, they wouldn't have been able to let you go. And, yes, they would have been able to tell that you had the information as well, so I couldn't risk it then, and I can't take that chance now either. So you were right in the first place. We should drop this and never talk about it again."



The tone of her voice indicates that conversation is over, and she is already walking towards their houses. Nate grimaces to himself in frustration at being kept in the dark and wonders if there's any other way he can learn the secret.