Chapter 11: The Symphony of Perdition
The tension in the air was palpable, each silence between them seeming to last an eternity. Ashley held her breath, Evelyn struggled against her own emotions, and Brian, on the verge of breaking, had to make a decision, and it was the wrong one.
The machines activated again with ruthless precision, sending feathers dancing across the naked skin of the two participants. Brian tried to contain his reaction, but the methodical contact of the feathers on his anus and testicles made him shiver despite himself. His breath became more ragged, and each tinkle of Evelyn's bells resonated within him like a hypnotic vibration, intensifying his excitement.
Evelyn's feet, held in place, were targeted. The finest feathers slid between her toes, exploring their sensitive hollows with cruel precision. Evelyn immediately burst into laughter, her entire body shaking with spasms she couldn't control.
"Hahaha! Noooo! Not there… not my toes! Ha… ha… stop!" she cried out between bursts of laughter.
Every involuntary movement of her feet made the bells on her toes tinkle, and this sound, crystalline and persistent, trapped her. Evelyn felt an irresistible heat rising within her. The tinkling of the bells, so closely linked to her hypnosis, triggered a wave of excitement she couldn't push back. She desperately tried to hold back her moans, but they escaped her despite herself, mixing with her uncontrolled laughter.
Brian, on his side, struggled against his own sensations. The feathers on his anus and testicles sent shivers through his entire body, and the rhythmic pressure of Evelyn's feet against his sex completed his confusion. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip of his sex, betraying the state of excitement he couldn't escape.
"Hahaha! I… I'm going to go nuts! Stop thahahat!" he burst out laughing, unable to contain the cumulative effect of the stimuli.
Ashley, on her screen, observed every detail with painful attention. Her eyes were riveted on Brian, on the slight contractions of his body, on the way he seemed to oscillate between pleasure and torture. The drop of pre-cum slowly sliding down his sex captivated her gaze, and a surge of conflicting emotions overwhelmed her: frustration, jealousy, and an almost unbearable excitement.
Her gaze turned to Evelyn, whose face had changed. The fear and restraint that had animated her until then had faded, replaced by an expression of abandon, an intense gleam in her eyes. Evelyn was now giving small thrusts into the void, as if she was unconsciously seeking to amplify the sensations rising within her.
"Evelyn… oh no," Ashley murmured, helpless in the face of what she saw.
The tickling finally stopped, leaving the two participants panting. Evelyn, still trembling, felt her feet slide slightly in the device holding them, doing nothing to stop the slight movements that still made her bells tinkle. She was lost in a haze of sensations, her irregular breathing betraying her excitement.
Brian, his forehead beaded with sweat, tried to straighten up slightly, his gaze briefly meeting Evelyn's. A strange tension passed between them, a tacit understanding of what they had just experienced.
But Ashley, witnessing this scene, felt a smoldering anger rising within her, mixed with a jealousy she struggled to contain. The silence that followed the laughter seemed charged with a promise even more intense than anything that had unfolded so far.
Brian, focused on the screen and determined to find the next letter, was abruptly distracted by an amplified sensation around his sex. Evelyn's bare feet, held around him by the mechanical arms, began to move consciously. Evelyn, her cheeks still red from her last laugh, let out a trembling breath. The tinkling of the bells on her toes resonated in the room, accompanying each movement of her feet like a hypnotic melody.
Brian couldn't look away. Evelyn's toes, adorned with their bells, moved with calculated slowness, exploring every centimeter of his sex. The arches of her feet, so delicate and well-formed, applied perfect pressure, sliding along his length. His breathing quickened, and despite himself, he felt his body yielding to the inexorable rise of pleasure.
Evelyn, on her side, let herself be carried away. The tinkling of her bells resonated in her mind, intensifying each wave of pleasure. Her movements became more assertive, more rhythmic. She slid her feet up and down, encircling the base of his sex, her toes brushing the sensitive tip. With each gesture, a moan escaped her, her hips moving gently despite her captive position.
"Evelyn… Stop," Brian gasped, his voice muffled by the conflict playing out within him. He wanted to resist, but his body, like his mind, was under the spell of the sensations.
The tinkling of the bells intensified, blending with Evelyn's small moans. She was lost in her own excitement, her movements becoming more insistent as her pleasure rose. Her feet, already so sensitive to the feathers, seemed to respond to a primal instinct. Each slide, each pressure sent a surge through her body.
On the screen, Ashley watched in horror and frustration as her husband's expression, his gaze riveted on Evelyn's feet, was completely captivated. She saw the drop of pre-cum stretch, then Brian's body tense.
"No… no!" she murmured, helpless.
Evelyn, out of breath, felt the wave of pleasure overwhelm her. Her bells tinkled frantically as she intensified her movements, her entire body trembling under the effect of the imminent orgasm. Brian, overwhelmed by the sensations and hypnotized by the spectacle of these feet, gave in as well. In an uncontrolled rasp, he exploded, his sex pulsing between Evelyn's feet. Thick jets of sperm covered her toes, slipping between them and enhancing the gleam of her bells.
Evelyn came almost simultaneously, her stifled cry blending with the tinkling of her bells. Her toes contracted instinctively, amplifying the enchanting sound that filled the room.
Ashley, on her screen, watched the scene with devouring jealousy, feeling a helpless rage growing within her. But it was the sight of the walls, now moving, that caught her attention. They were slowly sliding towards her, the feathers covering them seeming to stir with anticipation.
"No," she murmured, breathless. "Not now… not this!"
She realized that the ordeal Alan had promised her was about to begin, while her husband and Evelyn abandoned themselves to pleasure without even knowing what awaited her.
Ashley, still frozen in her restraints, felt the vibration of the machine she was attached to faintly revive as she made her bells tinkle, like a mocking reminder of her captivity. The walls bristling with feathers slowly slid towards her, their movement like a predator playing with its prey. She panted, her rapid breath betraying both her fear and the tension that still burned within her, a vestige of the previous vibrations.
"You face a dilemma, Ashley," a familiar voice murmured behind her.
She jumped, her muscles instantly tensing. Alan. His voice oozed that cruel amusement that accompanied each of his games. She tried to turn her head, but her restraints held her firmly, preventing her from seeing the man behind her.
"Look in front of you," Alan continued, his voice sliding into the room like a sinister caress. "You have one chance, just one, to push these walls back and keep these infernal feathers away. But, as always, it comes at a price."
She suddenly felt something cold and metallic slide into her handcuffed hands behind her back. Her fingers, able to move, came into contact with a small box. The button in the center seemed eerily tempting, almost like a fragile promise in this nightmare of feathers and tinkling.
"Press it, and the walls will move back once," Alan explained, his voice soft but heavy with implications. "But it will have a consequence. A surprise."
Ashley opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her throat was dry, her mind torn between the desire to push back these terrifying walls and the fear of what Alan might have in store for her in return.
"Of course," Alan added with cruel nonchalance, "if Brian cums again… these walls will come back. Maybe even closer than before."
She felt her heart tighten, her thoughts invaded by the image of Brian and Evelyn, their bodies intertwined in a mix of pleasure and torture. Her cheeks burned with anger and humiliation, but she couldn't dwell on it. The walls were getting closer, and already, the longest feathers were tickling the air just in front of her.
Alan took a step back, his presence dissipating like a shadow.
"The decision is yours, Ashley. But don't forget: every choice in this game has a cost. Always."
Then there was silence. She didn't hear him leave, and this soundless absence added to her distress. Alone with the button in her hands and the walls inexorably advancing, Ashley felt the first feathers touch her bare arms.
With every movement she made to resist, to not give in to these caresses, the small bells attached to her piercings began to ring softly, their tinkling intensifying each vibration of the machine beneath her, which advanced at a slow pace to the rhythm of the sound that passed through her like a wave of sneaky, relentless pleasure. Her breasts, already hypersensitive, were now surrounded by moving feathers that were inexorably approaching. She knew that when they touched her chest, it would be another level of torment.
Ashley desperately tried to stay still. Every involuntary tremble made her bells ring with more intensity, sending a surge of frustrating pleasure through her body. Her legs twitched slightly, her thighs clenched, but tied as they were, they couldn't do anything to relieve the vertiginous rise of her tension.
She turned her eyes to the screen.
Brian.
She saw him, suspended in his own hell, his body taut under a new assault of feathers that tickled his testicles, his sides, and his sex. But that wasn't all. Evelyn, barefoot, her bells tinkling with each movement, continued to give him a footjob. Brian's expression oscillated between pleasure, shame, and the struggle to maintain control. But it was Evelyn's bells that caught Ashley's attention. Those clear, enchanting tinkles seemed to blend with her own, like a cruel symphony meant to besiege her.
Ashley gritted her teeth, but it changed nothing. Each tinkle of her own bells intensified her desire, plunging her into a spiral she couldn't stop. Her nipples hardened even more as the feathers at her chest finally made contact with her skin. The sensation was soft, almost imperceptible, but it made a moan escape her lips.
"No… no, please…" she breathed, her voice trembling.
The sound of Evelyn's bells on the screen increased in intensity. Ashley, helpless, watched her husband tip over. She saw every drop of pre-cum slide down his taut sex, and Evelyn, lost in her own pleasure, accelerating without restraint. Ashley felt a mix of pure jealousy and frustration overwhelm her, a fire consuming her thoughts.
The few feathers on her chest became more insistent, turning slowly around her nipples. Their calculated movements echoed the constant tinkling of her golden bells. An unbearable heat rose within her, radiating from her breasts to her belly. Her machine, responding to the amplified sound of her bells, began to vibrate more strongly, making her advance again on the rails. The walls of feathers seemed to close in on her, as if they knew she wouldn't hold out long.
"Nohohoho… I can't… not like thihihihihis!" she cried, her voice broken by a mix of distress and pleasure and torture as the machine advanced vibrating along the walls with ever more numerous feathers.
But her resistance was useless. Each tinkle, each vibration, each caress of the feathers reinforced the effect of the hypnosis. Her bells, traitorous, continued to sing their obsessive melody, bringing her closer to ecstasy… without ever allowing her to reach it alone.
Ashley thrashed like a chained fury, the restraints of her machine holding her firmly while her entire body was assaulted by a cascade of sensations. The feathers, now omnipresent, danced on her skin, tracing invisible lines of pleasure and torture. They brushed her arms, her sides, but especially her bare chest, where the golden bells attached to her nipples amplified each movement into a wave of burning pleasure.
"AHHHH! NOHOHO! Stop!" she screamed, her voice broken, mixed with rage and supplication.
Each tinkle of her bells sent an electric surge through her body, a warm wave that started from her breasts to explode in her belly, then between her thighs. Her sex, already on fire from the vibrations of the machine, seemed to demand a relief she knew was impossible.
"Stop! Please… I'm going to… lohohose my mind!" she cried again, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
But the machine had no pity. The feathers became more insistent, their caresses more precise, more methodical. They encircled her nipples, their tips sliding just enough to trigger unbearable torment. The tinkling of the bells became almost a chant, a cruel echo of her humiliation.
Ashley panted, her mind wavering under the assault. She felt like she was caught in a vortex, an insidious mix of physical torture and insatiable desire. Her body betrayed her will: her hips twitched despite herself, instinctively seeking to free herself or surrender. Each movement triggered a new wave of tinkling, and with them, a surge of pleasure that seemed to consume her alive.
She turned her eyes to the button in her hands tied behind her back.
Her fingers trembled around the box. It was so close, so tempting. Alan had said it would push the walls back, give her a respite… But at what cost? Her mind struggled to focus, to resist, but the veil of sensations invading her blurred her thoughts. She could barely remember why she shouldn't press it.
"No… no… I can't… I mustn't…" she murmured to herself, her voice trembling.
The walls bristling with feathers continued to approach, like a silent but implacable threat. The first feathers were already brushing her hips, adding a new level to her torment. She could no longer move without the tinkling of the golden bells exploding in her ears, each sound triggering a new wave of pleasure, so close to ecstasy yet out of reach.
"Please… please… stop this…" she moaned, her lips trembling with effort.
Her mind wavered dangerously, as if on the edge of a precipice. She felt on the verge of giving in, of letting herself go to this endless torture, but something in her, a fragment of pure will, still resisted. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to block out the tinkling of the bells, the rustling of the feathers, the burning heat between her thighs.
"Brian… help me…" she murmured weakly, her voice lost in the chaos of sensations.
But there was no help to be had. She was alone facing her hell, the feathers dancing on her skin, the walls inexorably closing in. The button in her hands was both her salvation and her damnation.
And she knew she wouldn't hold out long.
The machines activated again with ruthless precision, sending feathers dancing across the naked skin of the two participants. Brian tried to contain his reaction, but the methodical contact of the feathers on his anus and testicles made him shiver despite himself. His breath became more ragged, and each tinkle of Evelyn's bells resonated within him like a hypnotic vibration, intensifying his excitement.
Evelyn's feet, held in place, were targeted. The finest feathers slid between her toes, exploring their sensitive hollows with cruel precision. Evelyn immediately burst into laughter, her entire body shaking with spasms she couldn't control.
"Hahaha! Noooo! Not there… not my toes! Ha… ha… stop!" she cried out between bursts of laughter.
Every involuntary movement of her feet made the bells on her toes tinkle, and this sound, crystalline and persistent, trapped her. Evelyn felt an irresistible heat rising within her. The tinkling of the bells, so closely linked to her hypnosis, triggered a wave of excitement she couldn't push back. She desperately tried to hold back her moans, but they escaped her despite herself, mixing with her uncontrolled laughter.
Brian, on his side, struggled against his own sensations. The feathers on his anus and testicles sent shivers through his entire body, and the rhythmic pressure of Evelyn's feet against his sex completed his confusion. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip of his sex, betraying the state of excitement he couldn't escape.
"Hahaha! I… I'm going to go nuts! Stop thahahat!" he burst out laughing, unable to contain the cumulative effect of the stimuli.
Ashley, on her screen, observed every detail with painful attention. Her eyes were riveted on Brian, on the slight contractions of his body, on the way he seemed to oscillate between pleasure and torture. The drop of pre-cum slowly sliding down his sex captivated her gaze, and a surge of conflicting emotions overwhelmed her: frustration, jealousy, and an almost unbearable excitement.
Her gaze turned to Evelyn, whose face had changed. The fear and restraint that had animated her until then had faded, replaced by an expression of abandon, an intense gleam in her eyes. Evelyn was now giving small thrusts into the void, as if she was unconsciously seeking to amplify the sensations rising within her.
"Evelyn… oh no," Ashley murmured, helpless in the face of what she saw.
The tickling finally stopped, leaving the two participants panting. Evelyn, still trembling, felt her feet slide slightly in the device holding them, doing nothing to stop the slight movements that still made her bells tinkle. She was lost in a haze of sensations, her irregular breathing betraying her excitement.
Brian, his forehead beaded with sweat, tried to straighten up slightly, his gaze briefly meeting Evelyn's. A strange tension passed between them, a tacit understanding of what they had just experienced.
But Ashley, witnessing this scene, felt a smoldering anger rising within her, mixed with a jealousy she struggled to contain. The silence that followed the laughter seemed charged with a promise even more intense than anything that had unfolded so far.
Brian, focused on the screen and determined to find the next letter, was abruptly distracted by an amplified sensation around his sex. Evelyn's bare feet, held around him by the mechanical arms, began to move consciously. Evelyn, her cheeks still red from her last laugh, let out a trembling breath. The tinkling of the bells on her toes resonated in the room, accompanying each movement of her feet like a hypnotic melody.
Brian couldn't look away. Evelyn's toes, adorned with their bells, moved with calculated slowness, exploring every centimeter of his sex. The arches of her feet, so delicate and well-formed, applied perfect pressure, sliding along his length. His breathing quickened, and despite himself, he felt his body yielding to the inexorable rise of pleasure.
Evelyn, on her side, let herself be carried away. The tinkling of her bells resonated in her mind, intensifying each wave of pleasure. Her movements became more assertive, more rhythmic. She slid her feet up and down, encircling the base of his sex, her toes brushing the sensitive tip. With each gesture, a moan escaped her, her hips moving gently despite her captive position.
"Evelyn… Stop," Brian gasped, his voice muffled by the conflict playing out within him. He wanted to resist, but his body, like his mind, was under the spell of the sensations.
The tinkling of the bells intensified, blending with Evelyn's small moans. She was lost in her own excitement, her movements becoming more insistent as her pleasure rose. Her feet, already so sensitive to the feathers, seemed to respond to a primal instinct. Each slide, each pressure sent a surge through her body.
On the screen, Ashley watched in horror and frustration as her husband's expression, his gaze riveted on Evelyn's feet, was completely captivated. She saw the drop of pre-cum stretch, then Brian's body tense.
"No… no!" she murmured, helpless.
Evelyn, out of breath, felt the wave of pleasure overwhelm her. Her bells tinkled frantically as she intensified her movements, her entire body trembling under the effect of the imminent orgasm. Brian, overwhelmed by the sensations and hypnotized by the spectacle of these feet, gave in as well. In an uncontrolled rasp, he exploded, his sex pulsing between Evelyn's feet. Thick jets of sperm covered her toes, slipping between them and enhancing the gleam of her bells.
Evelyn came almost simultaneously, her stifled cry blending with the tinkling of her bells. Her toes contracted instinctively, amplifying the enchanting sound that filled the room.
Ashley, on her screen, watched the scene with devouring jealousy, feeling a helpless rage growing within her. But it was the sight of the walls, now moving, that caught her attention. They were slowly sliding towards her, the feathers covering them seeming to stir with anticipation.
"No," she murmured, breathless. "Not now… not this!"
She realized that the ordeal Alan had promised her was about to begin, while her husband and Evelyn abandoned themselves to pleasure without even knowing what awaited her.
Ashley, still frozen in her restraints, felt the vibration of the machine she was attached to faintly revive as she made her bells tinkle, like a mocking reminder of her captivity. The walls bristling with feathers slowly slid towards her, their movement like a predator playing with its prey. She panted, her rapid breath betraying both her fear and the tension that still burned within her, a vestige of the previous vibrations.
"You face a dilemma, Ashley," a familiar voice murmured behind her.
She jumped, her muscles instantly tensing. Alan. His voice oozed that cruel amusement that accompanied each of his games. She tried to turn her head, but her restraints held her firmly, preventing her from seeing the man behind her.
"Look in front of you," Alan continued, his voice sliding into the room like a sinister caress. "You have one chance, just one, to push these walls back and keep these infernal feathers away. But, as always, it comes at a price."
She suddenly felt something cold and metallic slide into her handcuffed hands behind her back. Her fingers, able to move, came into contact with a small box. The button in the center seemed eerily tempting, almost like a fragile promise in this nightmare of feathers and tinkling.
"Press it, and the walls will move back once," Alan explained, his voice soft but heavy with implications. "But it will have a consequence. A surprise."
Ashley opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her throat was dry, her mind torn between the desire to push back these terrifying walls and the fear of what Alan might have in store for her in return.
"Of course," Alan added with cruel nonchalance, "if Brian cums again… these walls will come back. Maybe even closer than before."
She felt her heart tighten, her thoughts invaded by the image of Brian and Evelyn, their bodies intertwined in a mix of pleasure and torture. Her cheeks burned with anger and humiliation, but she couldn't dwell on it. The walls were getting closer, and already, the longest feathers were tickling the air just in front of her.
Alan took a step back, his presence dissipating like a shadow.
"The decision is yours, Ashley. But don't forget: every choice in this game has a cost. Always."
Then there was silence. She didn't hear him leave, and this soundless absence added to her distress. Alone with the button in her hands and the walls inexorably advancing, Ashley felt the first feathers touch her bare arms.
With every movement she made to resist, to not give in to these caresses, the small bells attached to her piercings began to ring softly, their tinkling intensifying each vibration of the machine beneath her, which advanced at a slow pace to the rhythm of the sound that passed through her like a wave of sneaky, relentless pleasure. Her breasts, already hypersensitive, were now surrounded by moving feathers that were inexorably approaching. She knew that when they touched her chest, it would be another level of torment.
Ashley desperately tried to stay still. Every involuntary tremble made her bells ring with more intensity, sending a surge of frustrating pleasure through her body. Her legs twitched slightly, her thighs clenched, but tied as they were, they couldn't do anything to relieve the vertiginous rise of her tension.
She turned her eyes to the screen.
Brian.
She saw him, suspended in his own hell, his body taut under a new assault of feathers that tickled his testicles, his sides, and his sex. But that wasn't all. Evelyn, barefoot, her bells tinkling with each movement, continued to give him a footjob. Brian's expression oscillated between pleasure, shame, and the struggle to maintain control. But it was Evelyn's bells that caught Ashley's attention. Those clear, enchanting tinkles seemed to blend with her own, like a cruel symphony meant to besiege her.
Ashley gritted her teeth, but it changed nothing. Each tinkle of her own bells intensified her desire, plunging her into a spiral she couldn't stop. Her nipples hardened even more as the feathers at her chest finally made contact with her skin. The sensation was soft, almost imperceptible, but it made a moan escape her lips.
"No… no, please…" she breathed, her voice trembling.
The sound of Evelyn's bells on the screen increased in intensity. Ashley, helpless, watched her husband tip over. She saw every drop of pre-cum slide down his taut sex, and Evelyn, lost in her own pleasure, accelerating without restraint. Ashley felt a mix of pure jealousy and frustration overwhelm her, a fire consuming her thoughts.
The few feathers on her chest became more insistent, turning slowly around her nipples. Their calculated movements echoed the constant tinkling of her golden bells. An unbearable heat rose within her, radiating from her breasts to her belly. Her machine, responding to the amplified sound of her bells, began to vibrate more strongly, making her advance again on the rails. The walls of feathers seemed to close in on her, as if they knew she wouldn't hold out long.
"Nohohoho… I can't… not like thihihihihis!" she cried, her voice broken by a mix of distress and pleasure and torture as the machine advanced vibrating along the walls with ever more numerous feathers.
But her resistance was useless. Each tinkle, each vibration, each caress of the feathers reinforced the effect of the hypnosis. Her bells, traitorous, continued to sing their obsessive melody, bringing her closer to ecstasy… without ever allowing her to reach it alone.
Ashley thrashed like a chained fury, the restraints of her machine holding her firmly while her entire body was assaulted by a cascade of sensations. The feathers, now omnipresent, danced on her skin, tracing invisible lines of pleasure and torture. They brushed her arms, her sides, but especially her bare chest, where the golden bells attached to her nipples amplified each movement into a wave of burning pleasure.
"AHHHH! NOHOHO! Stop!" she screamed, her voice broken, mixed with rage and supplication.
Each tinkle of her bells sent an electric surge through her body, a warm wave that started from her breasts to explode in her belly, then between her thighs. Her sex, already on fire from the vibrations of the machine, seemed to demand a relief she knew was impossible.
"Stop! Please… I'm going to… lohohose my mind!" she cried again, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
But the machine had no pity. The feathers became more insistent, their caresses more precise, more methodical. They encircled her nipples, their tips sliding just enough to trigger unbearable torment. The tinkling of the bells became almost a chant, a cruel echo of her humiliation.
Ashley panted, her mind wavering under the assault. She felt like she was caught in a vortex, an insidious mix of physical torture and insatiable desire. Her body betrayed her will: her hips twitched despite herself, instinctively seeking to free herself or surrender. Each movement triggered a new wave of tinkling, and with them, a surge of pleasure that seemed to consume her alive.
She turned her eyes to the button in her hands tied behind her back.
Her fingers trembled around the box. It was so close, so tempting. Alan had said it would push the walls back, give her a respite… But at what cost? Her mind struggled to focus, to resist, but the veil of sensations invading her blurred her thoughts. She could barely remember why she shouldn't press it.
"No… no… I can't… I mustn't…" she murmured to herself, her voice trembling.
The walls bristling with feathers continued to approach, like a silent but implacable threat. The first feathers were already brushing her hips, adding a new level to her torment. She could no longer move without the tinkling of the golden bells exploding in her ears, each sound triggering a new wave of pleasure, so close to ecstasy yet out of reach.
"Please… please… stop this…" she moaned, her lips trembling with effort.
Her mind wavered dangerously, as if on the edge of a precipice. She felt on the verge of giving in, of letting herself go to this endless torture, but something in her, a fragment of pure will, still resisted. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to block out the tinkling of the bells, the rustling of the feathers, the burning heat between her thighs.
"Brian… help me…" she murmured weakly, her voice lost in the chaos of sensations.
But there was no help to be had. She was alone facing her hell, the feathers dancing on her skin, the walls inexorably closing in. The button in her hands was both her salvation and her damnation.
And she knew she wouldn't hold out long.
Brian, his jaw clenched tightly, felt the tension weighing on him like an unbearable burden. Despite the chaotic situation, he managed to keep his mind focused, desperately searching for the missing letters to solve the puzzle. His hands trembled slightly on the armrests of the machine as he saw, between the movements of the feathers suspended in the room, Evelyn's feet continuing to caress his sex with almost obsessive precision.
Her nails, still stained with semen after his first ejaculation, grazed the sensitive skin of his sex in an unbearable way. Each movement seemed calculated to push him further, his mind torn between physical pleasure and the shame of being in such a situation under Ashley's eyes. The crystalline tinkling of Evelyn's bells still resonated in the air, amplifying his excitement despite himself.
"Evelyn... stop," he murmured in a tense voice, his gaze briefly turning towards her.
Evelyn, lost in the sensations and excitement rising within her, seemed not to hear him. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-closed, and uncontrolled sighs escaped her lips. Her bare feet slid gently but firmly over Brian's sex, her toes adorned with bells brushing his skin with an irregular but hypnotic rhythm. The simple tinkling that accompanied her movements triggered a wave of burning pleasure through her own body, her hypnosis amplifying each sensation.
"Oh... Brian," she moaned, almost unaware, her voice broken by excitement.
Brian swallowed hard, trying to focus on the screen in front of him, where the letters were slowly but surely revealing themselves. He had just found one, slightly reducing the pressure on him, but the heat rising within him, coupled with the sight of Evelyn's feet and her moans, was a constant battle.
"Evelyn, please... listen to me," he said more firmly, his tone tinged with urgency.
Evelyn seemed to startle slightly, as if awakened from a dream, her feet slowing their movement. She looked up at him, her cheeks still on fire, but a semblance of lucidity was gradually returning.
"I... I'm sorry, Brian," she murmured in a trembling voice. "I... I can't control all this."
She gently moved her feet away, catching her breath, as she briefly closed her eyes to try to calm the frantic beating of her heart. Yet, even as she forced herself to stop, the weight of her bells continued to make her feel a dull and persistent excitement, a cruel reminder of the state she was in.
Brian, for his part, felt a mix of relief and frustration. His breathing was still ragged, and every fiber of his body seemed to betray him, demanding another release. But he clenched his teeth, refusing to give in any further.
"We have to focus, Evelyn," he said softly, almost as a reminder to himself. "If I give in again, Ashley will... ".
Ashley was lost, her body entirely subject to the stimulations of this hell of feathers. The bristling walls had been brushing against her for several minutes, each feather finding a cruel path through her bare skin and fragile mind. Her laughter-filled screams echoed in the space, accompanied by the frantic tinkling of her golden bells. She was a whirlwind of uncontrolled sensations.
"AHAHAHAHA! NO! STOP! HAAAA!" she screamed, the words escaping between uncontrollable bursts of laughter.
Her chest heaved violently, her hypersensitive nipples constantly teased by the feathers. Each contact amplified the tinkling of the bells, which in turn sent a wave of devouring pleasure to her lower abdomen. This infernal cycle locked her in a state of almost unbearable frustration. Trapped on the brink of orgasm for several days, she felt the tension rising to unsustainable levels, her sex burning with a desire she couldn't satisfy alone.
Each involuntary movement on her part triggered new vibrations from the machine beneath her, her hips contracting as the walls pressed against her body. The feathers tore desperate bursts of laughter from her, but also moans she could no longer hold back. She was trapped, tortured between two abysses: that of pleasure and that of humiliation.
"No... I... I have to hohold on," she panted between laughter fits, trying to gather a shred of mental clarity.
But her eyes, misty with tears, clung to the screen in front of her, where Brian and Evelyn occupied the entire scene. Evelyn, her feet adorned with frantic bells, was abandoning herself to her sensations, her moans troubling Ashley's mind even more. Seeing her husband in this state, at the mercy of another woman, gnawed at her with visceral jealousy. Yet, she was unable to look away. Each drop of pre-cum beading on Brian's sex seemed to tear away a piece of her own control.
She felt the feathers reaching a critical point, their soft tips tickling and caressing her sides, stomach, and breasts. A small but growing part of her wanted to give in, wanted it all to stop, even if it meant pressing that cursed button Alan had given her.
But she knew it would have a consequence. A surprise.
"Hahaha... No... I... I CAHAHAHAN'T ANYMORE!" she suddenly screamed, her voice broken by laughter and despair.
In a desperate gesture, her fingers clenched the cold box behind her back. The button seemed to burn in her hand. Her muscles tensed, her mind screaming in all directions. And then she gave in. With a quick movement, she pressed it.
A mechanical sound rang out, temporarily cutting the chaos. The walls, as if hesitating, began to slowly recede. Ashley, panting, slumped against her restraints, tears streaming down her face. The feathers gradually moved away, giving her a brief respite. But the tinkling of the golden bells continued as she breathed heavily, still awakening that hunger she couldn't satisfy.
Evelyn was both a hypnotic and chaotic spectacle, her piercing laughter resonating in the room as the feathers, now more numerous and more treacherous, slipped between each of her ten toes. Her toe bells tinkled frantically with each uncontrollable jerk, their crystalline sound amplifying the excitement that devoured her mind. Her feet slid with almost desperate violence against Brian's hard sex, their frantic movements sending waves of uncontrollable pleasure through her body.
"AHAHAHAHA! HAAA! NOT MY TOES! PLEASE! I... AHAHAHAHA! I'M GOING CRAZY!" she screamed, her words interspersed with uncontrollable laughter and moans.
The feathers were relentless, brushing every nook of her toes' hypersensitive skin. Between her toes, they found the most vulnerable spots, tickling with infernal precision that made her lose all control of herself. With each pass, her feet contracted and stretched, intensifying the friction against Brian, who could only endure this ecstatic torture.
Brian was on the verge of explosion. The feathers relentlessly exploring his anus and testicles amplified his pleasure unbearably. Each involuntary laugh torn by the tickles multiplied the sensations, his muscles contracting under the assault. But it wasn't just the feathers: the sight of Evelyn, her face flushed with effort, her feet adorned with shining bells, and the uncontrollable movements of her perfect feet against his sex, completed his descent into a trance. It was a fantasy come true, a scene that seemed to come straight from his most unspoken thoughts.
"Ah... Evelyn... no, I... I'm going to... oh my God... " he murmured, unable to look away from her feet that seemed to dance on him.
The tinkling of Evelyn's bells resonated in his ears like an enchanting melody, an irresistible call that blended with the raw pleasure of his stimulations. Each contact between her feet and his sex seemed to trigger a new wave of electricity, and each of her hysterical laughs amplified his excitement.
Evelyn, despite herself, was completely letting go. The sensation of the feathers, unbearable but strangely delicious, combined with the constant tinkling of her bells and the pressure against Brian, blurred the line between torture and pleasure. She felt something rising within her, a wave she could no longer contain.
"AHAHAHAHA! I CAN'T... AAAH!" she screamed, her cry breaking into a mix of laughter and moaning.
Both were trapped in this infernal circle, unable to escape the increasing intensity. Evelyn, completely lost, unconsciously intensified her movements, her feet rubbing faster and harder against Brian. The bells now tinkled like a desperate symphony, and Brian's sex pulsed uncontrollably under the assault.
He felt the point of no return coming, a burning heat rising throughout his body. Evelyn, tears in her eyes and her face marked by laughter and effort, now looked at him with an expression mixed with pleasure and supplication. For Brian, it was over. The tension was unbearable, and he could no longer hold back the inevitable.
"Evelyn! I... I'm going to... " he cried, his body arching as an unequaled wave of pleasure swept through him.
His orgasm was explosive, his moans blending with Evelyn's laughter and moans. His semen shot out in several hot jets, covering Evelyn's feet and slipping between her toes, adding a new texture to the already present feathers. Evelyn felt the warmth on her feet, and this sensation combined with her own stimulations and the incessant tinkling of her bells made her tip over in turn.
She screamed, a mix of laughter and pure pleasure, as her body was shaken by a devastating orgasm. Her feet, still held against Brian, trembled with involuntary spasms, and each bell seemed to resonate even louder, as if to celebrate her surrender.
In the other room, Ashley, witnessing all this, watched with feverish intensity. The walls had temporarily moved away, but the spectacle she saw on the screen stunned her. She felt her own desire burning even hotter, a tearing frustration invading her as she saw Brian and Evelyn succumb, together, to a pleasure she could neither share nor stop.
Ashley panted, her limbs trembling with exhaustion as she stared at the walls of feathers that, despite their recent retreat, were slowly advancing again. The vibrations of her machine had ceased, but their echo persisted in her body, her muscles still tense from the mix of effort and unsatisfied pleasure. The screen in front of her suddenly went dark, plunging the room into oppressive silence. She blinked, her chest rising rapidly, her golden bells tinkling faintly with each movement.
Then, there was that distinct sound: a clear and rhythmic tinkling, slowly approaching. Her ears immediately picked up this familiar melody, and her heart tightened. Her already fragmented thoughts became even more blurred as she froze in her restraints.
"Brihihihian?" she murmured, her voice weak and uncertain.
But it wasn't Brian. Alan, silent and calculating, approached behind her. The bells attached to his own wrists resonated like an insidious invitation, their tinkling insinuating itself into Ashley's vulnerable mind. She couldn't turn around, her arms still restrained behind her, and the feeling of helplessness made her even more fragile.
"You've been so brave, Ashley," Alan murmured, his voice soft but penetrating, just behind her ear. "But you pressed that button... you opened the way to a new penalty."
The tinkling intensified, matching his words. She closed her eyes, her thoughts slipping through her fingers like sand. The ordeal had broken her, and each chime seemed to weigh down her already veiled mind with pleasure. Her resistances, undermined by fatigue and frustration, were collapsing like a house of cards.
“Can you hear me, Ashley? I'm here for you, to guide you…”
He rang a small bell right next to her ear, a sound that washed over her mind like a hypnotic wave. Ashley nodded slowly, her lips slightly parted. Alan smiled, satisfied, and continued to hammer her weakened mind with his words and bells.
“You always knew I'd be here to help you through this ordeal, Ashley… Me, Brian.”
She jolted slightly at that name, her mind struggling to resist, but fatigue and the influence of the bells crushed everything. In this trance, the contours of Alan's voice blurred, taking on a familiar, comforting intonation. His presence, now confused with that of her husband, filled Ashley's vulnerable mind.
Satisfied, Alan slowly backed away, letting the machine resume its gentle vibrations to maintain her state. He crossed the room silently and positioned himself at the other end, where she would eventually arrive if she managed to cross the infernal corridor of feathers.
“Come, Ashley, I'm waiting. Crossing this path is nothing, as long as I'm here”, he said, his voice amplified by a hidden speaker.
Ashley, still in a state of semi-consciousness, thought she heard Brian calling her. She murmured weakly:
“Brian… I'm cohohohming… ahaha… aaaaah…”
She slowly regained consciousness, her eyelids fluttering. The cold reality hit her immediately: the walls were moving again, their feathers inexorably closing in. Panic rose within her, her thoughts still muddled by the hypnosis. Her arms tugged desperately at her restraints, her feet searching for support that didn't exist. Her chest heaved violently, making her bells jingle, sending another wave of burning pleasure through her already fragile body.
Ashley, still engulfed in a whirlwind of sensations, panted between uncontrollable laughter. Her body, shaken by the machine's vibrations and the relentless caresses of the feathers, trembled with exhaustion. Her golden bells, attached to her nipples, resonated with increasing intensity with each movement, each jolt. Each tinkle sent a burning wave of pleasure through her body, a surge that left her panting, unable to resist the call of this irresistible desire.
The moving walls of feathers almost completely enveloped her, electric shivers running over her naked skin with each touch. Ashley's chest heaved with laughter and moans, and with each jolt, her bells amplified the sensory chaos that clouded her mind. Her machine responded in turn, vibrating harder, moving further along the rails. Each tinkle resonated like a catalyst, bringing her closer to the edge of an abyss she had long denied.
“Come… Ashley… You can do it… I'm waiting…” murmured the voice she believed to be Brian's, soft, reassuring, but tinged with an urgency she couldn't ignore.
“Brian… I'm comihihihing!” she replied in a broken voice, her breath interrupted by uncontrollable laughter and needy moans.
The feathers had insinuated themselves everywhere, brushing her waist, caressing the inside of her thighs, even wrapping around her ankles, which were fixed to the device. Every movement she made to free herself only multiplied the contacts, each contact intensifying the tinkling of her bells and, with it, the vibrations of the machine that pounded her clitoris. Ashley screamed with laughter, her thoughts shattered into a thousand pieces, each fragment pointing to a single obsession: the orgasm she couldn't reach alone.
She was now a mix of frenzy and fatigue, a puppet shaken by incessant stimuli. The walls seemed to close in on her, the moving feather hell becoming a prison she had to escape at all costs. She began to swing frantically, her disordered movements amplifying the tinkling of the bells. The room resonated with their crystalline sounds, a frantic carillon that seemed to push her further in her desperate quest.
“BRIAN… Oh my GOHOHOHOHOD… I can't take it anymore!” she screamed, her body vibrating in sync with the machine and her own unfulfilled desires.
She struggled with desperate energy, ignoring the burn in her muscles and the tears streaming freely down her reddened face. Laughter and pleasure merged into a state of total abandon. The only thing on her mind was the desire to reach Brian — or what she thought was Brian — at the other end of the room.
The feathers now insinuated themselves on her chest, surrounding the golden bells that bounced with each movement. Each caress triggered a new wave of unbearable sensations, each tinkle resonating deeply within her. Ashley, driven by an almost primal need, made her bells tinkle even louder by moving her torso frantically.
Her machine accelerated slightly, responding to the increasing intensity of her tinkling. She moved forward, the constant vibration between her thighs reducing her to a state where thought no longer existed.
“BRIAN!” she cried again, her voice trembling between a burst of laughter and an uncontrollable moan.
The tinkling of the bells resonated like frantic music, locking her even more into her quest. The voice she believed to be her husband's continued to encourage her, pushing her to cross the feather hell. She was now just a puppet of pleasure, a marionette whose strings were pulled by the sound of her own bells and the relentless vibrations of the machine.
The feathers tightened, their caresses becoming both more insistent and more unbearable. Ashley, her gaze veiled by pleasure, felt a scream rise in her throat as she progressed further, each tinkle chaining her even more to her burning desire.
Ashley, trembling and out of breath, was a perfect mix of uncontrollable laughter and broken supplications when she finally emerged from the feather hell. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her body glistened with sweat, and her breasts, adorned with golden bells, bounced frantically from her desperate movements. The incessant tinkling resonated in the room, amplified by her own ragged breath and the residual vibrations of her machine that still echoed within her.
Before her, Brian — or what she thought was Brian, in the chaos of her clouded mind — stood naked, his erection in a position that seemed almost unreal. She saw nothing else. All she knew was that she was finally within reach of her partner, the only person who could bring her the relief she desperately sought.
“Brian! Oh… please…” she murmured, her voice between bursts of laughter, mixed with raw moans. “Help me… I'm going to go crazy!”
Without waiting any longer, her previously restrained hands were freed with a mechanical click. Instinctively, they moved towards her breasts, massaging her flesh to ease the unbearable intensity of the golden bells that tinkled with each movement. But her gaze immediately fixed on "Brian's" erection, and a new wave of wild desire washed over her.
Her mind, clouded by hypnosis and irresistible pleasure, guided each of her gestures. She grabbed the base of his torso with almost animalistic avidity, guiding his erection between her bouncing breasts. Ashley was now a whirlwind of desperate energy. She pressed her chest around him, squeezing firmly to create a warm, soft vice.
“Yes… like that…” she murmured, instinctively spitting between her breasts to lubricate them, her movements becoming more fluid, more frantic.
Each back-and-forth sent a new tinkle from her golden bells, and each tinkle resonated within her like a thunderclap, propelling her pleasure even further. Her hips unconsciously rocked against the void, and her breath was ragged, torn by guttural moans.
Alan, impassive but triumphant, stood above her, observing this explosion of pure desire. He then pulled out a pewter bell, its metal shining in the dim light. It was larger, its sound deeper, more profound. He held it between his fingers and, with a calculated movement, rang it softly.
Dong… dong… dong…
The sound resonated in the room, invading the space like a sonic wave. Ashley, already consumed by pleasure, felt this deep tinkle insinuate itself into her mind, adding a new dimension to her torment. Her movements intensified. She pressed her breasts around Alan's erection with uncontrollable urgency, her rhythm instinctively following that of the deep tinkles of the pewter bell.
“Ohhh… no… I… I'm going to… it's too much… Brian… please…” she begged, unable to slow down, her mind reduced to a battlefield where pleasure reigned supreme.
Each tinkle seemed to descend deeply within her, resonating in her belly, in her chest, in her burning sex. She felt her orgasm rising like a gigantic, inexorable wave, ready to sweep everything away. The deep tinkles, combined with those of her higher-pitched golden bells, created a perverse cacophony that reduced her to a state of pleasure's puppet.
Her fingers dug into her own flesh, increasing the pressure around Alan's erection. Her slightly open mouth let out uninterrupted moans, and her hips lifted with each deep tinkle of the pewter bell, instinctively seeking the contact that would finally bring her release.
Ashley, pushed to the limit by the devastating pleasure consuming her, accelerated her movements even more, her body acting with a frantic and desperate will of its own. Her hands firmly squeezed her chest, framing Alan's erection with almost unreal devotion. The tinkling of her golden bells blended with the deep, entrancing sound of the pewter bell, forming a hypnotic melody that resonated within her like an irresistible call to submission.
“I… I…” she screamed, her voice breaking into a guttural cry as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, engulfing everything.
Her entire body convulsed violently, a flood of burning sensations exploding from within. Her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites, and her mouth remained frozen, wide open, unable to emit anything but a rattle of pure abandon. Her tongue trembled slightly, exposed in an uncontrolled gesture. She had never felt anything so overwhelming, so absolute. She was lost in an abyss of raw pleasure.
Alan came in turn, releasing a hot, thick jet that traced a perfect line from the top of her nose to her chin, splashing her offered tongue. The drops trickled slowly, tracing shiny trails on her frozen face. Other jets followed, bursting on her chest, covering her breasts adorned with golden bells with a perverse luster. The bells, still in motion, added a mocking soundtrack to her state of total submission.
Alan rang the pewter bell softly, its deep sound resonating profoundly in the space and in Ashley's mind. Her body, still frozen by the power of her orgasm, stiffened for a moment longer before gently falling back against the machine's restraints. She remained motionless, hypnotized, her eyes rolled back and her mouth still open, letting the semen on her tongue slowly drip.
“Ashley”, Alan murmured, his voice soft but carrying absolute authority. “Remember this sound, this bell. Every time you hear it, you will remember how pleasant… it is to obey. To serve. Your submission is a source of infinite pleasure.”
He rang the bell again, anchoring his words deeply in her vulnerable mind. Ashley did not move, frozen like a statue of devotion, her cheeks and torso still marked by the visible traces of the ordeal. Alan pressed a button on the machine, and with a mechanical noise, it began to slowly retreat, returning to the door through which it had entered.
As she moved away, still frozen in her hypnotic trance, the bells at her chest resonated softly, each tinkle reminding her of her state of total submission. Alan remained motionless, observing his work with cold satisfaction, waiting for the machine to disappear completely behind the door before pocketing the pewter bell.
The door opened slowly, emitting a heavy creak that seemed to suspend time in the room. Brian and Evelyn, still attached to their respective devices, immediately turned their gazes towards the opening. The distinct mechanical noise of Ashley's machine progressing on the rails resonated in the room, preceded by the light and hypnotic tinkling of the golden bells at her chest.
When the machine came to a halt in front of them, they had a clear view of Ashley. Her head was slightly tilted back, her eyes still partially rolled back, showing only the whites. Her mouth remained wide open, an expression of total abandon frozen on her face. The traces of semen covering her face were raw, a shiny line stretching from her nose to her chin, other drops beading on her exposed tongue. Her torso, marked by the splashes of semen, shimmered under the light, highlighting her breasts adorned with golden bells that tinkled faintly with each residual vibration of the machine.
“Ashley!” Brian exclaimed, his voice a mix of horror and confusion.
Evelyn remained frozen, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and discomfort. The contrast between Ashley's frozen posture and the obvious state of her body betrayed a truth neither of them could ignore: she had been broken by what she had been through. The golden bells of her piercings resonated softly, amplifying the discomfort of the scene.
“Ashley, can you… hear me?” Brian tried again, his voice this time tinged with growing despair.
The woman did not respond immediately, as if her mind was still lost in a distant haze. She remained motionless, her chest rising at an irregular rhythm, each movement causing a tinkle of the bells that seemed almost mocking. Brian, restrained and unable to approach, moved against his bonds, struggling vainly to try to help her or at least attract her attention.
Evelyn, her cheeks slightly flushed, briefly averted her eyes, unable to bear the sight of Ashley in that state. She felt a pang of guilt, aware that, even though she herself had been pushed to her limits, she had not suffered such public humiliation.
Finally, Ashley moved weakly, her head slowly straightening as her eyes regained focus. But her gaze remained vague, almost absent, as if she struggled to fully return to herself. The golden bells resonated again as the machine vibrated one last time before coming to a complete halt.
Alan entered the locker room, an enigmatic smile on his lips. His gaze slid over each of the three participants, analyzing their tired and troubled expressions. He placed his hands in his pockets, approaching softly.
“Well, my dears… you've been through a lot of emotions today, but there's one last step before I release you for the day. As always, it's time to apply your hypnoses.”
Ashley, sitting on the bench, barely lifted her head, her mind still clouded by what she had experienced. Evelyn stiffened slightly, crossing her arms as if to protect herself from a vulnerability she knew was imminent. As for Brian, he averted his eyes, a palpable tension in his shoulders.
“Let's start with you, Brian, Alan declared, turning to him. Do you know what you want to ask?”
Brian opened his mouth to respond but hesitated, seeming to search for the right words or still weighing the decision's gravity. Evelyn looked at him briefly, a glimmer of concern in her eyes.
“Hmmm… not sure? Alright”, Alan said, a smug smile forming on his face. “Don't worry, I'll make this easier for you both.”
With a calculated gesture, he pulled a silver bell from his pocket and rang it softly. The crystalline sound resonated in the cramped room, infiltrating Brian and Evelyn's minds like an insidious wave. Their gazes emptied almost instantly, their postures relaxing as they fell into a deep trance.
“Perfect”, Alan murmured, approaching Evelyn. “Now, Evelyn, tell me… what do you really want? Don't think. Tell the truth.”
Evelyn, her eyes fixed and her voice monotone, responded without hesitation:
“I want… when Brian thinks I'm deeply asleep, he acts as if he'll never get caught. That he's convinced I'm too deeply asleep to realize anything.”
Alan nodded, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
“Interesting, Evelyn. Very interesting. And now, Brian… what about you? What do you want? Don't think. Tell me exactly what you desire.”
Brian, caught in the same trance, responded in a low voice, his tone stripped of all emotion:
“I want… Evelyn's hypnosis to associate the sound of her toe bells even more deeply with me. That each tinkle reminds her of her desires for me, amplifying them… until she can't resist the urge to get physically closer.”
Alan smiled, his fingers playing lightly with the bell in his hand.
“Fascinating. You see? When you remove the layer of resistance, the truth is always so much more… enriching.”
He stepped back slightly, contemplating Evelyn and Brian frozen in their hypnotic state. Then, with meticulous care, he approached Evelyn first, speaking in a soft but commanding voice.
“Evelyn, from now on, each tinkle of the bells adorning your toes will be a reminder of your desires for Brian. Each sound will be a mental caress, reminding you of your urge to get closer to him. You will feel this desire grow, intensify, and become impossible to ignore. Understood?”
“Yes”, Evelyn murmured, her voice distant.
Alan then turned to Brian.
“And you, Brian… you will experience exactly what Evelyn asked for. When you think she's deeply asleep, you will act without any restraint, convinced she can't wake up or know what you're doing. Each action you take will be guided by this conviction. Understood?”
“Yes”, Brian breathed.
“Brian, you behaved miserably during the ordeal, look what you did to Ashley. You deserve a punishment, don't you?
“Yes”, Brian answered again
“Since you are so susceptible to cracking under pleasure and your fantasies, so be it. From now on, your attraction is conditioned by this pleasure. The more pleasure someone gives you, the more you are submissive and attracted to that person. You will all be conscious of this fact, as if it were normal and has always been so.”
Alan observed them for a moment longer, savoring the effect of his manipulations. Then, with a final ring of his bell, he broke the trance, bringing Brian and Evelyn back to consciousness. Evelyn blinked, slightly confused, while Brian shook his head, as if waking from a dream. Ashley, likewise, emerged from her state.
Alan stepped back towards the door, watching them with a smirk.
“And there you have it. Everything is in place. Have fun”, he murmured before disappearing into the hallway, leaving them alone with their new latent desires, ready to bloom at the slightest tinkle.
