Hey guys. This is a 2 part chapter, at the end of which you will have an important decision to make.
Without further ado, here's chapter 6, hope you enjoy.
Without further ado, here's chapter 6, hope you enjoy.
Chapter 6: An Unexpected Encounter
Several days had passed since the last trial. Ashley stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands gripping the edge of the sink, her gaze lost in her own reflection. Her breath was short, as if she had just run a marathon she could never finish. Under her loose sweater, she felt the weight of the bells hanging from her nipples, their insidious and constant presence reminding her of her defeat. Even without hearing them, they were there, omnipresent, like a whisper at the back of her mind. Her hands trembled slightly as she clenched her fists, trying to suppress the heat that never left her, the fire that burned within her without ever going out.
That evening, as Ashley finally removed her boots to put on her socks, the faint tinkling of the bell at her ankle echoed through the room. Brian, sitting in the armchair, immediately looked up, his eyes lighting up with a gleam he couldn't hide.
Ashley woke up, her legs numb and a oppressive heat in her lower abdomen. Her thick socks caressed her skin as she slid under the sheets, and with every movement, a crystalline tinkling echoed in her ears. The bell at her ankle, though motionless during the night, had found a way to express itself despite her, its delicate echo seeming to reverberate directly in her mind. A wave of frustration, violent and insatiable, left her panting in the darkness of their room.
She turned her head towards Brian, asleep beside her. His face was calm, almost peaceful, but Ashley knew that beneath this surface lay the same tension that imprisoned them both. She reached out to touch his shoulder, a gesture she had often made with tenderness, but her hand froze midway. The hypnosis that kept them from getting closer reminded her of itself. The pain in her chest was not physical, but it was consuming. She curled up, biting her lower lip to hold back a sob.
The following day dragged on in unbearable slowness. Ashley wandered around the house, her boots tight on her feet, muffling the treacherous sound of the silver bell. Her movements were methodical but aimless, each task becoming a struggle against herself. Her chest, compressed under the thick bra she wore constantly, seemed almost to burn under the tension of her piercings. She forced herself not to think about it, but every gesture, every breath, reminded her of their presence, a cruel reminder of what she had become.
When she crossed paths with Brian in the hallway, she felt his gaze linger on her. A shiver ran through her, mixed with a hint of excitement and embarrassment. She didn't know what he saw, but she felt that something had changed in him. His silence, which she attributed to their defeat, had taken on a different hue, as if a secret lurked behind his eyes. He looked at her differently, and this gaze, both intense and evasive, triggered a mix of anxiety and desire within her.
Ashley took refuge in the bathroom. She gently pulled on her bra, freeing her chest with a sigh of relief. The bells tinkled slightly as she leaned over the sink, their sounds amplified in the enclosed space. She gritted her teeth, the tinkling sounding like a mocking whisper. She closed her eyes, her fingers brushing against the rings, feeling their coldness against her hypersensitive skin. She knew she couldn't do anything to relieve herself. The hypnoses were omnipresent, invisible chains that pulled a little tighter on her mind each day.
When she returned to bed, Brian was already lying down, his back turned to her. Ashley settled beside him, her socks gently rubbing against her legs. She said nothing, but the faint tinkling of the bell at her ankle seemed to speak for her.
Ashley could no longer ignore the crushing tension building within her. Every day, every minute seemed like an unbearable trial. Her body, her mind, even her thoughts were locked in a prison she couldn't control. The frustration, born from the inability to unite with Brian, had infiltrated every corner of her existence. Her own desires had become a source of torment. The tinkling of the bells and the pulsations of her piercings only accentuated her state of longing, an insatiable hunger that seemed to feed on itself.
Alan had left them alone since their last defeat, but Ashley knew he was waiting. She could almost feel his presence even when he wasn't there, like a suffocating shadow in every room. The hypnoses he had imposed formed a complex web, each thread pulling a little tighter on their limits. Ashley felt a surge of anger rise within her. She had to act, she had to free herself, no matter the cost.
That evening, as Ashley finally removed her boots to put on her socks, the faint tinkling of the bell at her ankle echoed through the room. Brian, sitting in the armchair, immediately looked up, his eyes lighting up with a gleam he couldn't hide.
Ashley woke up, her legs numb and a oppressive heat in her lower abdomen. Her thick socks caressed her skin as she slid under the sheets, and with every movement, a crystalline tinkling echoed in her ears. The bell at her ankle, though motionless during the night, had found a way to express itself despite her, its delicate echo seeming to reverberate directly in her mind. A wave of frustration, violent and insatiable, left her panting in the darkness of their room.
She turned her head towards Brian, asleep beside her. His face was calm, almost peaceful, but Ashley knew that beneath this surface lay the same tension that imprisoned them both. She reached out to touch his shoulder, a gesture she had often made with tenderness, but her hand froze midway. The hypnosis that kept them from getting closer reminded her of itself. The pain in her chest was not physical, but it was consuming. She curled up, biting her lower lip to hold back a sob.
The following day dragged on in unbearable slowness. Ashley wandered around the house, her boots tight on her feet, muffling the treacherous sound of the silver bell. Her movements were methodical but aimless, each task becoming a struggle against herself. Her chest, compressed under the thick bra she wore constantly, seemed almost to burn under the tension of her piercings. She forced herself not to think about it, but every gesture, every breath, reminded her of their presence, a cruel reminder of what she had become.
When she crossed paths with Brian in the hallway, she felt his gaze linger on her. A shiver ran through her, mixed with a hint of excitement and embarrassment. She didn't know what he saw, but she felt that something had changed in him. His silence, which she attributed to their defeat, had taken on a different hue, as if a secret lurked behind his eyes. He looked at her differently, and this gaze, both intense and evasive, triggered a mix of anxiety and desire within her.
Ashley took refuge in the bathroom. She gently pulled on her bra, freeing her chest with a sigh of relief. The bells tinkled slightly as she leaned over the sink, their sounds amplified in the enclosed space. She gritted her teeth, the tinkling sounding like a mocking whisper. She closed her eyes, her fingers brushing against the rings, feeling their coldness against her hypersensitive skin. She knew she couldn't do anything to relieve herself. The hypnoses were omnipresent, invisible chains that pulled a little tighter on her mind each day.
When she returned to bed, Brian was already lying down, his back turned to her. Ashley settled beside him, her socks gently rubbing against her legs. She said nothing, but the faint tinkling of the bell at her ankle seemed to speak for her.
Ashley could no longer ignore the crushing tension building within her. Every day, every minute seemed like an unbearable trial. Her body, her mind, even her thoughts were locked in a prison she couldn't control. The frustration, born from the inability to unite with Brian, had infiltrated every corner of her existence. Her own desires had become a source of torment. The tinkling of the bells and the pulsations of her piercings only accentuated her state of longing, an insatiable hunger that seemed to feed on itself.
Alan had left them alone since their last defeat, but Ashley knew he was waiting. She could almost feel his presence even when he wasn't there, like a suffocating shadow in every room. The hypnoses he had imposed formed a complex web, each thread pulling a little tighter on their limits. Ashley felt a surge of anger rise within her. She had to act, she had to free herself, no matter the cost.
The morning was still young when Ashley and Brian descended the stairs. The living room was bathed in light, but the atmosphere was far from peaceful. Alan was already there, comfortably seated in his armchair, a steaming cup of tea in hand. His smile, both warm and treacherous, widened when he saw them enter.
"Well, good morning to you both," he said in a honeyed tone. "What a surprise to see you so early. Ashley, Brian... or should I say my dear losers?"
Ashley clenched her fists, her boots clicking slightly on the floor. She had spent the night tormented by thoughts, and the mere sight of Alan amplified her anger and frustration. But she couldn't deny that this mix of emotions had also awakened something else within her, a tension she didn't want to acknowledge.
Alan set his cup on the coffee table and stood up with calculated slowness. His eyes slid over Ashley, lingering ostentatiously on her chest. Although she wore her thick bra and a loose sweater, she felt his gaze like an intrusive caress.
"These new ornaments must suit you well, Ashley," he murmured, stepping slightly closer. "Are you satisfied?"
Ashley took a deep breath, trying not to react, but she felt her cheeks flush. The bells under her clothes seemed to weigh more heavily than ever, their presence a constant humiliation.
"You have no say in this," she spat, her teeth clenched. "These... these things won't stay. I want the hypnoses lifted."
Alan burst into laughter, a clear and mocking sound that echoed through the room.
"Oh, my dear Ashley... But they suit you so well. They add a certain charm, an allure that I'm sure Brian particularly appreciates, don't you?"
He briefly turned his head towards Brian, who looked away, uncomfortable, his cheeks slightly red.
"It's your game, Alan," Brian replied, trying to maintain a firm voice. "And we're here to win this time."
Alan shook his head gently, his smile widening.
"Ah, optimism. I love it. But be honest, Ashley. Is it really a chore? Don't you feel a little thrill every time those bells tinkle? That slight tug, that sweet vibration... Admit it's more pleasant than you want to acknowledge."
Ashley felt a wave of anger mixed with shame rise within her. She clenched her fists, but Alan's words echoed in her mind, insidious and pernicious. He was right, though she hated to admit it, even to herself. Every movement that triggered a tinkle or a slight pressure on her piercings sent shocks of sensation through her body. But it was as much a prison as a pleasure, a pleasure she diminished as much as possible by hardly ever removing her thick bras that kept her chest firmly in place.
"That's enough!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. "We're not here for your remarks or your mockery. We want the hypnoses lifted, and you know we're ready to play for it."
Alan narrowed his eyes, visibly savoring his position of power. He crossed his arms and took a step back, observing them like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Very well. You want to play. But understand this: each game becomes more... demanding. You've already tasted my challenges, and you know they're not for the weak. Are you ready to pay the price?"
Ashley nodded, determined despite the frantic beating of her heart.
"We are," she replied, her voice firmer.
Alan smiled.
"Perfect. Then sit down. We have a lot to discuss. And I promise you that this time, the pleasure will be as great as the challenge."
Alan gestured dramatically towards the sofa. Ashley and Brian exchanged a heavy glance before sitting side by side. Ashley crossed her legs, trying to mask the tension in her movements, while Brian kept his hands joined, his gaze slightly lowered but alert.
Alan took his place in front of them, still at ease, as if he were the master of a ceremony he had orchestrated long ago. He joined his hands, his fingers tapping gently against each other.
"So, let's recap. You both want the hypnoses lifted. Very well. But you're starting to understand, aren't you, that the more you demand, the higher the stakes must be?"
Ashley straightened slightly, her fists clenched on her knees.
"I want two weeks where I can be with Brian. Free from this... from this influence that keeps me from... from being with him. And a second hypnosis lifted. It's fair, given everything we endure because of you."
Alan burst into soft but mocking laughter.
"Fair? My dear Ashley, you speak as if we're in a fair transaction. But that's not the case, is it? Two hypnoses lifted? A two-week grace period? You're asking for the moon, and yet you know what I ask in return is never insignificant."
Brian intervened, his voice deep but measured.
"We know you don't do anything for free, Alan. But all this... it's not excessive. You can increase the risk, we're ready to take it, as long as there are no consequences too heavy, like with these piercings."
Alan leaned slightly forward, a predatory smile on his lips.
"Oh, no drastic consequences, huh? You're getting more specific. Interesting. Alright, I agree to that aspect. But in exchange, the hypnoses lifted will be... random."
Ashley felt her stomach knot.
"Random? What does that mean, random? I'm not going to risk all this for the worst hypnoses to stay!"
Alan shrugged, feigning innocence.
"It's the game, Ashley. A reward with a touch of chance. But to reassure you, I guarantee that the hypnosis lifted from each of you will have a significant impact. No minor adjustments."
Ashley turned her head towards Brian, seeking his support. He himself seemed hesitant, but he nodded slightly.
"One hypnosis lifted each is better than nothing," he murmured. "And we could be freed... even temporarily."
Ashley took a deep breath, but the accumulated frustration weighed on her thoughts.
"And if we lose? What's your punishment?"
Alan straightened, taking his time to respond.
"A series of small hypnoses, light... but cumulative. Nothing permanent, at least not if you don't lose completely. But you know how it works: a series of small changes can become... a complex web."
The tension in the room rose. Ashley crossed her arms, thinking, while Brian seemed lost in his own doubts.
"How many of these 'small hypnoses'?" she finally asked.
Alan tapped his chin, feigning thought.
"It will depend on your performance. The challenge I have in mind is progressive. If you succeed partially, the consequences will be minimal, or you might even get part of the rewards. If you fail completely... well, I'll leave that to your imagination. If you succeed perfectly, you'll get everything you asked for. Two weeks of freedom with Brian, and one hypnosis lifted. But again... perfection is a difficult target to achieve."
Ashley felt her heart race, a mix of fear and desire rising within her. She turned to Brian.
"I want to try," she said softly, but with fierce determination in her voice.
Brian placed a hand on hers, his gaze dark but resolute.
"We can do it."
Alan applauded softly, savoring their resolution.
"Excellent! We have an agreement. Prepare yourselves, my dears. The game begins soon."
Alan, his smug smile lighting up his face, closed the improvised contract he had carefully presented a moment earlier. Ashley and Brian, caught in the tension of their decision, exchanged a heavy glance before following Alan to the limousine waiting in front of the house.
The ride in the limousine was filled with a heavy silence, punctuated only by the hum of the engine and a few snippets of innocuous conversation that Alan threw out like bait, clearly amused by their nervousness. Ashley carefully avoided Brian's gaze, focused on the insignificant details of the road, while a knot of frustration grew in her chest.
When the vehicle slowed, stopping in front of an isolated and austere warehouse, Ashley felt a shiver of apprehension run down her spine. The building, cold and imposing under the cloudy sky, exuded an oppressive atmosphere that heightened her unease.
The limousine door opened with a slight creak, and Alan, ever theatrical, exited first, adjusting his coat with an exaggerated gesture. Ashley and Brian followed, their soles clicking slightly on the gravel of the empty parking lot.
Ashley immediately spotted a feminine silhouette standing near the entrance of the warehouse. The dim light of the day reflected off her smooth black hair, cut in a perfect bob, and her elegant posture betrayed a natural confidence. It took Ashley a few seconds to recognize this woman, but when she did, her heart sank and her fists clenched involuntarily.
Evelyn.
Brian's former colleague. The one Ashley had always considered a veiled threat, a sly rival who hid her intentions behind a facade of innocent camaraderie. Evelyn, Brian's 35-year-old "workwife," whose gestures and gazes had always seemed more significant than he wanted to admit.
"I believe you already know each other," Alan announced with a gleam of malice in his voice, stepping slightly aside to let Evelyn come forward.
Evelyn, dressed in a satin black dress that hugged her slender body, approached with almost feline grace. Her closed leather verni black heels, accentuated by a stiletto heel, tapped softly on the ground with each step, producing a light but distinct echo. A familiar silver bell suspended from her ankle bracelet tinkled softly, a sound that seemed to linger in the air, immediately catching Ashley's attention.
"Evelyn..." Ashley murmured, unable to hide the tension in her voice.
"Ashley! Brian! What a charming surprise," Evelyn replied, her tone warm but tinged with a false innocence that made Ashley grit her teeth. Her gaze lingered on Brian a moment too long, a subtle smile playing on her perfectly made-up lips. Her gray-blue eyes, shining with an almost calculated gleam, probed Brian's face as if seeking something intimate.
Brian seemed frozen, caught off guard.
"Evelyn? What are... what are you doing here?"
Evelyn laughed softly, a clear and melodious sound, but to Ashley, it sounded like a disguised insult.
"Oh, Brian, you know our paths were destined to cross again. Alan invited me to participate... to play a key role in this little adventure he orchestrated for you two."
Ashley felt a wave of anger rise within her. Evelyn stood there, confident, more seductive than ever, with that cursed bracelet around her ankle. Each tinkle of the bell seemed to echo in Ashley's mind like a cruel reminder of her own humiliation.
"Alan, what does this mean?" Ashley asked sharply, her gaze alternating between Alan and Evelyn.
Alan shrugged, his smile widening even more.
"Evelyn is an ideal partner for this challenge. She brings a... personal touch that I think, Ashley, you will appreciate."
"Partner?" Ashley spat, unable to hide her disgust.
Evelyn, playing with a lock of her black hair, turned to Ashley, her smile slightly mocking.
"Come on, Ashley. We've all evolved, haven't we?"
Ashley felt a surge of rage. Evelyn's words seemed chosen to sting where it hurt most. Brian, for his part, seemed troubled, torn between his discomfort with the situation and the lingering memories he shared with Evelyn.
Alan intervened before Ashley could retort, clapping his hands to grab their attention.
"Now that introductions are made, I think it's time to get down to business. Evelyn and I have worked hard to make this challenge unforgettable. Trust me, you won't be disappointed."
Ashley shot a final dark look at Evelyn, silently vowing not to be manipulated. But deep down, a small voice whispered that Alan had already perfectly played his cards.
Alan, satisfied with Evelyn's entrance, made a nonchalant gesture towards the warehouse, indicating the slightly open metal door.
"Evelyn, be a dear and go ahead. Prepare everything for our guests."
Evelyn gave him a complicit look before pivoting on her stiletto heels, the delicate tinkle of the bell at her ankle breaking the heavy silence. She walked away with deliberate elegance, her hips swaying slightly with each step, the crystalline sound accompanying her stride with almost hypnotic regularity.
Brian watched Evelyn's silhouette disappear into the shadows of the warehouse, his thoughts clouded by that incessant tinkling. He felt like a string pulled by an invisible hand, each note of the bell reinforcing an inexplicable fascination he couldn't contain. His hands trembled slightly, and he finally looked away, as if regaining consciousness of himself.
Ashley stood still, her fists clenched and her jaw tight. The sound of the bell, familiar, insidious, played on her nerves. It was the same tinkle as her own ankle bracelet, the one she tried to contain by wearing boots or slippers. But Evelyn made no effort to muffle this sound. She let it bloom freely, almost claiming it. And this annoyed Ashley deeply, as much as it awakened sensations she wanted to suppress.
She turned abruptly to Alan, her green eyes flashing with anger.
"What is this nonsense again?" she exclaimed, her voice vibrating with indignation. "Evelyn? Really? You're even digging up old stories to make this even more twisted?"
Alan, unfazed, raised an eyebrow, his falsely innocent smile plastered on his face.
"But, Ashley, Evelyn is an ideal collaborator. She knows Brian well, and her... involvement will add a unique dimension to your challenge. Shouldn't you be grateful that I'm trying to make all this more... immersive?"
"Immersive?" Ashley spat, taking a step forward, her finger pointed at him. "All you're doing is playing with our lives! Evelyn? Seriously? She's always tried to slip into Brian's life, and now you're bringing her here?"
Alan's smile widened, and he placed a dramatic hand on his chest.
"I'm hurt, Ashley. How can you think I'm doing this out of pure malice? Evelyn has her own motivations for being here. Maybe it's for the money? Maybe for Brian? Maybe, who knows, she too is under the influence of my talents? Or maybe... a mix of the three."
He let these words hang, his tone sliding like velvet over a sharp blade.
Ashley glared at him, looking for a flaw in his confident posture.
"I don't believe you," she muttered. "You manipulate everyone around you. Evelyn is here because you wanted her to be. She has nothing to do with this story."
Alan laughed softly, almost paternally.
"And yet, she is here. A partner of choice. But don't worry, Ashley. Her role is purely... logistical, shall we say. Unless, of course, you think Brian has feelings for her."
Ashley felt a wave of rage and doubt wash over her. She shot a quick glance at Brian, who seemed strangely elsewhere.
"Brian? Are you going to say something?" she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended.
Brian, caught off guard, blinked as if emerging from a dream.
"I... It's just that... I didn't expect to see her," he stammered, carefully avoiding Ashley's gaze.
But Ashley noticed the agitation in his posture, the blush rising to his cheeks, and especially the way his eyes kept returning to the door through which Evelyn had disappeared.
"Oh, I see. You didn't expect to see her, but you don't seem too unhappy either," Ashley retorted, her voice tinged with bitterness she couldn't suppress.
"It's not that, Ash," Brian replied quickly, finally looking up at her. "It's just... unexpected. And... why is she wearing that bell?"
The sound of the bell seemed to still echo in Brian's mind, like a reverberation that lingered long after Evelyn's departure. Ashley felt her stomach knot at this question.
"Why, indeed," she replied coldly, her gaze turning back to Alan.
Alan, savoring the intensity of the moment, shrugged slightly.
"A simple aesthetic detail, maybe she's under the same hypnosis as you," he replied, his tone barely betraying the irony. "Or maybe a little personal touch to make all this more... memorable."
Ashley bit her lip, feeling the tension rise within her. Evelyn was there, with her identical bell, her provocative air, and her troubled past with Brian. Alan had perfectly played his game, and she already felt the cracks forming in her own control.
Alan savored the moment, his smile widening as he explained the rules of the game, his eyes shining with bottomless malice. Ashley, standing next to Brian, had her fists clenched, her gaze oscillating between her husband and the man who always seemed to be one step ahead of her.
"Here's how it's going to go," Alan began, his voice soft but imbued with unshakeable authority. "Brian will be placed in a room with Evelyn. But don't worry, Ashley, she won't be able to touch him. Not unless he authorizes it once."
Ashley furrowed her brows, her anger mixing with a hint of doubt.
"And why the hell would he do that?" she spat.
Alan shrugged with calculated nonchalance, his fingers brushing the edge of the bronze-colored bell he wore at his waist.
"Oh, I'm going to make things... interesting. Brian will be under the effect of three new hypnoses throughout the game. The first: he will be very aroused, not specifically by Evelyn since he will also have the opportunity to observe you. The second: he won't be able to move. Not a finger, not a hand. But he will be able to speak, of course, because dialogue is so important in this kind of situation. The third: he won't be able to come, no matter the temptation or the intensity of his arousal."
Alan leaned slightly forward, his smile turning into an amused grin.
"Evelyn, of course, will have at her disposal one of my bells, the mark of a particular privilege. If Brian asks her, she can lift his hypnoses, the second one first and then the third. And from there, who knows what could happen?"
Ashley felt her stomach knot, a wave of heat rising to her cheeks.
"This is all nonsense!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the empty warehouse. "Brian isn't stupid, he would never give in!"
Alan laughed softly, raising a hand to soothe her anger as if addressing a petulant child.
"Oh, I have no doubt, Ashley. Brian is very strong. But you always underestimate how a well-thought-out situation, with the right incentives... can make the strongest resolutions waver. After all, the other day you yourself succumbed."
Brian, the muscles of his face tense, finally broke the silence that weighed on him.
"And you, Alan? What is Ashley going to do during this time? Just stay here waiting?"
Alan applauded softly, as if congratulating such an obvious question.
"Ah, Brian, always so considerate. No, Ashley will have her own challenge. While you're with Evelyn, Ashley will have to navigate through a maze of rooms, each with its little test. Games, trials, choices... And her goal is simple: reach you before you give in."
Ashley took a step forward, the fire in her eyes eclipsing her doubts.
"You're talking about games? What does that mean, Alan? Humiliating trials again?"
Alan replied with a soft, almost reassuring voice, but each word carried an invisible edge.
"Nothing you can't handle, my dear."
Ashley felt a cold shiver run down her spine.
"So, Ashley, are you ready?" Alan asked, a challenging gleam in his voice.
Ashley nodded. The tinkling of the bell echoed again, crystalline, in the still air of the white room.
Brian opened his eyes suddenly, disoriented, his breath short. He found himself sitting naked on a pristine chair. The coldness of the plastic against his skin accentuated his vulnerability. His wrists and ankles, though free, refused to move, as if held by an invisible force.
Facing him, Evelyn was there, leaning casually against a minimalist metal table. Her black dress highlighted the slender curves of her body, and her varnished heels caught the artificial light. But what caught his attention most was her ankle bracelet, which sparkled softly with each of her movements. The delicate sound of the suspended bell insinuated itself into Brian's mind, leaving an indelible imprint.
"Brian," she murmured, her voice soft but tinged with seductive warmth. "I must say, you are truly magnificent."
Her gaze slowly traveled over his naked body, without any embarrassment, and a smile played on her lips. Brian felt his face flush, but he was unable to look away or curl up to hide his obvious arousal. A insidious heat rose within him, fueled by the strange atmosphere of the room and the hypnoses that held him chained.
Evelyn took a step forward, her heels clicking softly on the white floor. The tinkling of the bell accompanied her movement, and Brian felt an almost electric discharge run through his body.
"I know everything, Brian," she said, approaching, her tone halfway between confidence and provocation. "Your deal with Alan. Your little... inclinations."
She stopped a few centimeters from him, her subtle perfume filling the space.
"Your fetish," she added with a smile, her eyes shining with amusement. "Feet... tickling."
At these words, she made a slight movement with her ankle, making the silver bell ring. Brian closed his eyes for a moment, trying to fight the rising heat in his lower abdomen. His breathing became slightly more ragged, his arousal increasing despite himself.
"Look at me, Brian," she ordered softly.
He opened his eyes, and his gaze was immediately drawn to her delicate feet, enclosed in those perfect black heels. Evelyn slowly crossed one leg over the other, showcasing her ankle adorned with the bracelet.
"You're wondering why I'm here, aren't you? Why me?" she murmured, her voice soft as velvet.
Brian nodded slightly, though he was unable to speak.
"Because Alan knows exactly what makes you tick. He knows what you want. And so do I," she confessed, her smile widening. "I could give you all that, Brian. Everything you dream of," she murmured, tilting her head slightly.
She leaned a little closer to him, her lips almost level with his ear.
"If only you asked."
Brian felt his heart beat faster. Every word she spoke, every movement she made seemed orchestrated to push him a little closer to the edge. He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain control.
"Evelyn, stop... I don't..."
She stepped back slightly, placing a finger on her own lips, simulating an expression of innocence.
"Oh, I can't do anything without your consent, Brian," she said, shrugging slightly.
She straightened, making the bell tinkle again with a calculated movement of her ankle.
"But, if you wanted, if you asked me, I could free you. Lift these hypnoses that are holding you."
Brian closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"No..." he finally replied, his voice hoarse.
Evelyn laughed softly, as if his resistance was expected, almost appreciated.
"Very well, Brian. Then, watch," she added, designating with a delicate gesture the screen mounted on the wall facing him.
Brian raised his eyes, his breath catching for a moment as he saw the image displayed. On the screen, he could see Ashley, standing in a gray and austere room. She seemed tense, determined, but also vulnerable, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Evelyn murmured, her eyes scrutinizing Brian's face. "But... will she really be able to reach you before you crack?"
Brian felt his heart tighten as he stared at the screen. Ashley was his light in this hell, but he couldn't help wondering how long he could resist this insidious temptation.
Ashley entered the first room, which was austere, bare, except for the shooting stand that stood in the center, contrasting with its festive appearance. Three balloons of different sizes floated lightly, suspended from invisible threads and shaken by the intermittent gusts of a blower. Their unpredictable dance made the challenge all the more frustrating.
Alan, as always, played his role as a sadistic host. He stood behind the stand, a mischievous smile lighting up his face as he held out three pellets to Ashley, carefully arranged in the palm of his hand.
"Three pellets for three balloons," he announced cheerfully. "And a small favor: if you miss, I'll give you another one. But only every five minutes. An eternity, isn't it?"
Ashley grabbed the pellets, her closed face betraying both her concentration and her frustration. She knew exactly what those five minutes meant. Alan didn't even need to say it: every additional second she spent here would be an eternity for Brian, alone with Evelyn and his own demons.
"Oh, I would like to check how our dear Brian is adjusting to the situation," he murmured, his voice tinged with false nonchalance. "You won't mind if I take a look, will you?"
Ashley tightened her fingers on the rifle, gritting her teeth to avoid answering him. But she knew he was enjoying himself. Alan slid his finger over the screen, activating the speaker, and almost immediately, a crystalline and familiar sound rose in the air: the tinkling of Evelyn's bell. He deactivated it shortly afterward.
Ashley felt a discharge run through her body, her throat tightening despite herself. The sound seemed both distant and invasive, like an insidious whisper that insinuated itself into her mind. She closed her eyes for a fraction of a second, trying to regain her concentration. But the bell still resonated, each tinkle a note amplified by her own sensitivity.
She straightened the rifle, aligning the sight with the largest balloon. Her finger brushed the trigger, but her hand trembled slightly. The breath of the bell in her mind was still there, omnipresent. She fired.
The pellet whistled through the air, but the balloon, carried by a new gust from the blower, dodged the projectile. The sound of the pellet ricocheting off the wall behind the stand broke the silence, followed by a stifled laugh from Alan.
"Ah, too bad, Ashley. Really too bad," he murmured, looking up from his phone with an exaggerated smile. "Maybe the next one will be the right one?"
Ashley shot a dark look in his direction, but she did not retort. Her heart was pounding, and she knew she had to calm down. Every mistake cost time, and every additional minute moved Brian a little further from his determination. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore Alan's mocking smile and the sneaky hum of the bell that seemed to have lodged itself in her consciousness.
Ashley took a deep breath, her hands clenching on the rifle as she aligned the sight with the second balloon. This time, she was determined not to be distracted by the phantom tinkling that still echoed in her mind. The balloon danced under the effect of the gusts, but she anticipated its movement with precision. A muffled detonation, a light click, and the balloon burst into a shower of fragments.
"There!" she murmured to herself, a mix of relief and triumph in her voice.
Alan, still leaning nonchalantly against the stand, applauded slowly, as if watching an entertaining show.
"Not bad, Ashley. It looks like you're getting a grip. Maybe I should worry?"
She ignored him, quickly reloading the rifle with the last pellet she had in hand. The third balloon, smaller and faster, twirled as if mocking her determination. Ashley breathed deeply, released the tension in her shoulders, and fired. The balloon burst with a satisfying pop.
Alan smiled, but his eyes shone with malice.
"Bravo. Two in a row! Now, you only have one last adversary left," he announced, pointing to the last balloon, the smallest and most capricious.
Ashley lowered the rifle and turned to him, holding out an impatient hand.
"Give me the pellet, Alan. I want to finish this."
Alan raised his eyebrows, amused, and slid his phone into his pocket.
"Oh, but it's not that simple, my dear. Remember: one pellet every five minutes. You want to wait patiently or take a look at my screen. Just to see how your dear husband is doing. Who knows what's happening right now?"
Ashley stiffened, her gaze burning with anger.
"Keep your damn phone," she spat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of showing her distress. "I'll wait. Then, I want access to the next room."
Alan burst into laughter, his hands raised in a sign of surrender.
"As you wish. But time is passing, Ashley. And every second counts."
The minutes ticked by like hours. Ashley paced around the stand, carefully avoiding Alan's gaze. Her thoughts whirled, haunted by the idea of what could be happening in the room where Brian was trapped with Evelyn. But she did not give in. Not yet. Finally, Alan handed her an additional pellet with a mocking smile.
"Your precious sesame," he murmured. "I hope you make good use of this shot."
Ashley loaded the rifle with methodical precision, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. She fixed her gaze on the balloon, the small fragile point that floated, oscillating under the force of the gusts. She waited, watching for the perfect moment, and pulled the trigger.
The balloon burst, and a wave of relief washed over her.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, lowering the rifle with intense triumph.
Alan applauded again, his smile still frozen.
Ashley headed towards the door that had just opened automatically with a creak, her heart pounding with a pride mixed with haste. But as she advanced, she felt a slight resistance under her feet. She looked down and saw an oily puddle spreading on the floor, brightly lit by the neon lights above.
"What is this?" she muttered, frowning.
The oily substance now covered the soles of her boots, producing a slight sound as she walked. She grimaced, but continued without stopping. A sensation of slippery discomfort under her feet made her grit her teeth. Alan, who was following her closely, whistled softly as he noticed the puddle.
"Oh, watch where you're walking, Ashley. These little details can make all the difference, you know."
Ashley ignored his comments, promising herself not to be distracted. She opened the door with a brusqueness tinged with frustration, determined to discover the next step of this twisted challenge.
Brian felt his body betraying his will, desperately fighting against the rising excitement. Evelyn, relentless, continued her maneuver with calculated grace, her movements perfectly measured to maximize their effect. Each tinkle of the bell at her ankle resonated in the air, making its way into Brian's mind like an enchanting melody. Her bracelet, suspended just above the delicate curve of her foot, seemed to capture his attention despite himself.
"You know, Brian," Evelyn began, her voice soft but laced with subtle malice, "it's fascinating to see you like this. Immobilized, helpless... and yet, so responsive."
She brushed the ankle bracelet with a carefully manicured finger, the shiny black nail polish adding a touch of contrast to the pale skin of her wrist. The gesture, though simple, seemed to possess a perverse intention that made Brian shiver. The crystalline tinkle that followed resonated with unsettling clarity.
"This little jewel," she continued, playing negligently with the bracelet, "does nothing special for me, in case you're wondering. Alan was very clear about that. No hypnosis linked to this bell."
She tilted her head slightly, her smile growing wider, more provocative. Brian felt a dull tension building in his lower abdomen, his hardened sex betraying the effect she had on him. He tried to speak, but his words remained stuck in his throat, drowned out by the warmth invading his body.
"But," she resumed, lowering her voice slightly, making her words almost conspiratorial, "there is something interesting... She lowered her tone, making her words almost conspiratorial. Alan hypnotized me to wear two other bells. They are well hidden, of course. And these... well, they have a particular effect. On me."
Evelyn leaned slightly, resting on the edge of the chair where Brian was sitting, her face approaching just enough for her warm breath to brush his skin. Her gray-blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam.
"If I make them tinkle," she explained, "it triggers an excitement in me that I can't control. Oh, Brian, I could go completely crazy just listening to them. Maybe even come. Who knows?" she murmured, her voice almost drifting into a breath.
She straightened up with elegance, adjusting a lock of her black hair. Her hand slid slowly along her body before stopping at the hem of her satin dress, as if to suggest where these bells might be hidden. She let the suspense hang, savoring the effect of her words on Brian.
"Of course," she continued, crossing her arms with feigned nonchalance, "you might see these bells. Maybe I'll even make them tinkle for you. But... there's a little catch." She paused, her smile stretching further. "You'd have to let me touch you first."
Brian's body reacted before his mind, a shiver of irresistible desire coursing through him as he visualized what she had just said. A hot drop of pre-cum slowly beaded at the tip of his sex, rolling gently before coming to a stop, shining under the harsh light of the room. Evelyn followed the drop with her eyes, her smile becoming predatory.
"Oh... look at that," she murmured, almost dreamily. "It seems like you're more interested than you'd like to admit."
Brian closed his eyes, struggling against the shame rising within him, but also against the wave of dull pleasure that persisted. He desperately tried to focus on something else, anything else.
His eyes opened and fixed on the television mounted on the wall in front of him. The screen suddenly turned on, and Ashley's image appeared. She was holding a rifle, visibly focused on a shooting range. Brian watched her with a mix of relief and guilt, his breath still rapid. Evelyn, noticing his change of focus, slowly slid her fingers along her own thigh.
"Look at her," Evelyn whispered, moving close enough to murmur in his ear. "She's fighting so hard, isn't she? For you. But... how long do you think she'll last?"
The second room stretched out before Ashley like a cage of carefully constructed challenges, illuminated by harsh light that made each metal beam slightly shimmer. The floor, entirely covered with thick mats of a dark blue, gave the place an almost playful atmosphere, but Alan's smile, standing near the entrance, reminded her that nothing here was innocuous.
Ashley glanced quickly at the beams lined up before her. Some were wide but high, others thinner, and all swayed slightly under the effect of an invisible mechanism. The instability was evident, and she felt a shiver of apprehension run down her spine.
She approached the first beam, adjusting her balance carefully before placing a foot on it. The metal surface, slightly curved and gently swaying, seemed to mock her efforts to stay stable.
Ashley gritted her teeth and moved forward, her steps measured, her gaze fixed on the next beam. The first one wasn't too difficult, but the sliding of her boots, whose soles were oiled, made her nervous. She reached the other end and briefly grasped a support pole to regain her balance. The next one was thinner, swaying more violently under her weight.
Alan, leaning against a padded wall, took out his phone and glanced at it, his eyebrows slightly arched as if discovering an amusing message.
"Well, well... Evelyn is in top form," he murmured, his eyes still glued to the screen. "I wonder if Brian is holding up as well as you."
Ashley felt her heart race. She moved faster than she intended on the unstable beam, her arms outstretched to maintain her precarious balance. The name Evelyn, the mention of Brian... all of it swirled in her mind, fueling an anger that threatened to make her falter.
Halfway across the beam, an unexpected twist in the metal made her stumble. Her slippery boots skidded, and she caught herself just in time, her arms windmilling in the air to avoid the fall. Alan looked up from his phone, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"You almost dance better than Brian at his prom."
"Shut up," Ashley growled, her teeth clenched, regaining her balance with effort.
She managed to cross the beam, each step a challenge for her tensed muscles. The third beam, wider but suspended high, swayed slightly like a pendulum. Ashley climbed slowly, her boots slipping slightly on the inclined surface. Each movement had to be precise, controlled.
But as she neared the end, an intrusive thought distracted her: Brian, alone with Evelyn, that cunning and provocative woman, playing with her husband like a cat with a mouse. Her anger turned into frustration, and her foot slipped.
She lost her balance. Her arms flailed uselessly, and she felt her body tipping over. The padded floor rushed up to meet her, and she landed with a thud, the impact knocking the breath out of her.
Alan applauded slowly, each clap of his hands echoing in the room.
"What a show! You should really consider a career in the circus, Ashley."
She rolled onto her back, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. The fall wasn't painful, but it was humiliating, and Alan didn't miss the opportunity to twist the knife.
"Unfortunately, my dear, you know what this means. Back to square one. But don't worry, I'm sure Brian is supporting you with all his heart... or maybe he's a bit... distracted?"
Ashley wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her breathing heavy, her nerves stretched to the limit. She was back at the first beam, ready to try again and again if necessary, but her slippery boots made each attempt more frustrating. The oil-soaked soles wouldn't give her any chance: they slipped as soon as she put a foot on the metal, her arms windmilling desperately to maintain a precarious balance.
Each fall brought her back to the padded floor with a thud, and each time, Alan applauded slowly, his face marked by that mocking smile that made her boil inside.
"You're putting in so much effort, Ashley, and yet... look where it gets you. Maybe persistence isn't always enough, don't you think?" he murmured in a falsely sympathetic tone.
Ashley ignored his provocations, though they gnawed at her inside. She stood up again, fixing her gaze on the beam as if challenging it with her stare, but discouragement began to seep into her mind. Her anger at Alan, at herself, at this absurd situation, grew with each failed attempt.
Alan, unfazed, leaned slightly on his phone, the screen casting a cold glow on his face. He let out a small amused laugh that made Ashley grind her teeth.
"Oh, you really should see this, Ashley. Your husband is... captivating. And Evelyn, well... let's just say she knows the art of conversation."
Ashley, in the midst of trying to get back on the beam, stopped abruptly, her heart beating faster. She slowly turned her head towards Alan, her eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice charged with tension she couldn't hide.
Alan, with an innocent smile, held out the phone to her, the screen facing her.
"See for yourself. After all, it's been... a good twenty minutes? I'm sure you're curious to see how Brian is doing."
Ashley hesitated for a moment, but her curiosity and concern quickly took over. She approached Alan, almost snatching the phone from his hands. The image that appeared on the screen hit her like a punch in the gut.
Brian was still sitting on his chair, naked, his muscles tensed and his face marked by a mix of concentration and discomfort. In front of him, Evelyn was crouched, her elbows resting on her knees, her gaze fixed on him with an intensity that made Ashley's blood boil. Evelyn wore her characteristic smile, the one Ashley had always found insufferably smug.
"So, Brian... I must say, you're holding up well. But how much longer?" Evelyn murmured, her voice soft and enticing, perfectly audible through the phone's speaker.
Ashley felt her throat tighten as Evelyn straightened up slowly, adjusting her ankle bracelet with calculated slowness. The bell tinkled softly, that familiar sound resonating in the room where Brian was, but also in Ashley's mind. That tinkling seemed almost mocking, like a provocation meant only for her.
"Look at me, Brian," Evelyn continued, taking a step forward, her heels clicking slightly on the floor. "I may not be as... generous as your dear Ashley," she said, tracing an imaginary line along her slender hips with one hand. "But there are things I know how to do... things I'm sure she wouldn't even consider."
Brian, still frozen by the hypnosis, clenched his teeth, his jaw tense. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip of his sex, and Ashley felt a mix of rage and despair rising within her. Evelyn stopped right in front of him, slightly lifting one leg to place the tip of her stiletto on the edge of the chair.
"Your eyes keep going down, Brian," Evelyn murmured with a sly smile. "Tell me... is it because of my feet? Or that little bell that drives you crazy?"
She tilted her head slightly, letting a gleam of malice pass through her gaze.
"You know, your little weaknesses... your fetishes. Oh, don't be embarrassed, Brian. I find it charming. If only you knew what I can do with these feet that seem to fascinate you so much."
She shook her ankle slightly, and the bell tinkled again.
Ashley, her hands trembling, turned her gaze away from the phone, her fists clenching so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. She held the device out to Alan, refusing to see any more.
"I don't need to watch this," she spat, her voice tinged with disgust and frustration.
Alan took the phone back, his smile still insufferable.
Ashley crashed onto the padded floor again, her body hitting the surface with a thud. She let out a groan of frustration, her arms outstretched to cushion the fall. Her boots, still slippery with oil, had betrayed her once more. The absurdity of the situation, combined with the tension already weighing on her shoulders, threatened to overwhelm her.
Alan, leaning against a nearby wall, held his phone in one hand, the screen casting a cold light on his satisfied face. He watched her with amusement, his mocking smile widening the tension between them.
"Ashley, my dear, you're showing admirable determination," he sneered. "But sometimes, you have to be realistic. Maybe it's not just a matter of will, but of strategy."
Ashley stood up, wiping the sweat beading on her forehead, her hands trembling with contained rage. She fixed her gaze on Alan, a spark of defiance in her eyes.
"If you have something to say, Alan, say it clearly. I don't have time for your insinuations."
Alan raised both hands, mimicking a gesture of surrender.
"Very well, very well. Let's be direct. Your boots, Ashley. They are clearly... counterproductive. If you want to move forward, you'll have to take them off."
Ashley felt a wave of heat rise to her face. She instinctively looked down at her boots, her thoughts whirling. Taking off her boots meant exposing the silver bell attached to her ankle, and she knew what that implied. Each tinkle risked amplifying the insidious hypnosis Alan had imposed on her, chaining her even more to this obsession she hated and feared in equal measure. She tried her luck on the beams again, but failed once more.
Ashley crossed her arms and returned to the starting point. She glanced at the beam in front of her, then at her oily boots.
"Oh, and while you're thinking, remember that Brian is still... let's say, captivated by Evelyn. I'm sure that could shed some light on the urgency of the situation."
Ashley stiffened. She hated the idea of looking again, but Alan's insistence and the morbid curiosity gnawing at her pushed her to reach out her hand. Alan held out the phone to her, his smile widening slightly as if savoring his victory. Her trembling fingers closed around the device, and she lowered her eyes to the screen, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to see.
Evelyn was still there, radiant and confident, her calculated demeanor betraying absolute control over the situation. She stood slightly sideways, her leg crossed in a way that highlighted her ankle adorned with the bell bracelet. Each crystalline tinkle seemed amplified by the heavy silence of the room, a subtle and perverse music that invaded the space.
"You know, Brian," she began in a soft, honeyed voice, "I can't believe you can hold out so long. You are so... strong."
Brian was still unable to move. His excitement was palpable, betrayed by his body that couldn't hide the effects of the situation. The drop of pre-cum beading at the tip of his sex seemed to shimmer under the light, a silent witness to his inner struggle. His jaws clenched, and he turned his eyes away from Evelyn, trying to regain some semblance of control.
Evelyn laughed softly, a clear and mocking sound that seemed to bounce off the white walls of the room. She leaned forward, taking care to make her ankle bracelet tinkle, then delicately ran her manicured hand over the jewelry. Her nails, painted a deep black, accentuated the finesse of her gestures.
"You see, Brian, regarding my two bells. I could tell you where they are. All you have to do is accept. A little deal. Let me touch you, Brian. Nothing more. You can't move, you can't come. What harm could it do?"
She tilted her head slightly, her expression a mix of feigned innocence and controlled provocation. Brian clenched his teeth, his body tense under the combined effect of her words and gestures. His breathing quickened, and he turned his gaze away again, desperately trying not to give in.
Evelyn let out a slight sigh and took a step to the side, making sure her ankle bracelet resonated once more. She leaned slightly, adjusting her stiletto again, fleetingly exposing part of her ankle and playing with the limits of her charm.
It was at that moment that Alan took the device back with a satisfied smile, leaving Ashley without an answer.
"Fascinating, isn't it?" he murmured, sliding the phone into his pocket. "You've seen enough for now, I suppose. Now, where were we? Oh, yes... your boots."
Ashley stood still, her heart pounding, as Alan slowly put away his phone. She knew he was watching her, ready to exploit every crack in her control. Her fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms as she turned her gaze to the unstable beams. Her boots were too slippery for her to hope to cross them in these conditions. But taking them off meant exposing her ankle bell, and she dreaded what that sound might trigger in her.
Alan broke the silence, his voice soft but laced with malice:
"So, Ashley, what will your choice be? Continue stumbling on these beams and waste precious time... or accept a more pragmatic solution?"
She shot him a dark look, her green eyes gleaming with contained anger.
"You want me to take off my boots, for what? So that damned bell starts ringing and I lose even more control?"
Alan shrugged, his hands spreading in an exaggeratedly innocent gesture.
"You're suspicious of everything, my dear. Maybe that sound will do nothing. Maybe you're stronger than you think. Or maybe... it will make things more interesting."
Ashley bit her lower lip, her thoughts whirling in a chaos of doubts and frustrations. Every minute spent here played against Brian, she knew it. The image of Evelyn in that room, so close to her husband, continued to float in her mind, fueling a fire of jealousy and helplessness.
"Can't you just be human for once and stop with your games?" she growled, her voice trembling with emotion.
Alan burst into laughter, a light but sarcastic sound.
"But my dear Ashley, if I stopped my games, who would I be? Certainly not Alan, master of challenges and architect of your captivating marital dynamic."
She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply to regain some semblance of calm. Her gaze returned to the beams, then slid to her boots. Part of her knew that continuing like this would be futile. But taking off her boots, feeling the air brush against her feet and hearing that inevitable tinkling, meant accepting a vulnerability she feared more than anything.
Alan spoke again, his tone almost cajoling.
"Think of Brian, Ashley. He's there, frozen, prey to temptations I don't even need to detail. Evelyn is very... convincing, isn't she? So imagine what he's going through under hypnosis. As you saw during the last game, every minute counts."
Ashley grimaced, her face marked by a mix of rage and despair. She knew he was right on that point. Every second of hesitation brought her closer to failure.
"If I take off my boots," she said finally, her voice low but firm, "I won't put them back on until the end of the test. Is that it?"
Alan applauded softly, his smile widening.
"Exactly. A small constraint in exchange for an effective solution."
She shot him one last glare before bending down, her hands moving towards her bootlaces. With hurried gestures, she untied them, removing one boot after the other. The cold air of the room brushed against her socks, and the clear tinkling of the silver bell immediately resonated, breaking the silence like a clap of thunder.
Ashley straightened up, her jaws clenched, as Alan watched with manifest satisfaction.
"Very well," she said sharply. "Now, I'm going to cross these beams."
Alan leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, his mocking smile unchanged.
"I'm all ears. Show me how formidable you can be, Ashley."
She turned away, ignoring his comment, and placed a foot on the first beam. The crystalline sound of the bell accompanied her every step, invading her mind in a way she tried to ignore.
Ashley moved slowly on the first beam, her balance now much better without the constant sliding of her oily boots. Her socks adhered better to the smooth wood, and she moved with caution, her arms outstretched to maintain her stability. But the tinkling of the silver bell at her ankle pursued her like a shadow, invading her mind with every movement.
She tried to walk more softly, hoping to muffle the sound, but each step seemed inevitably to produce that crystalline tinkling. The noise resonated in the room like a mocking melody, amplifying the tension within her. The more she advanced, the more the sound seemed to slip into her thoughts, insidious, almost hypnotic.
Ashley clenched her teeth, trying to focus on the next beam. The course consisted of a series of eight thin beams, suspended at varying heights, some swaying slightly under her weight. She had to jump from one to the other with precision, and although the test was now more feasible without her slippery boots, it remained demanding. Each jump produced a sharper tinkling, and she felt her heart race with each note, not only from the fear of falling but also from the unsettling effect that sound had on her.
The bell seemed to play with her mind, awakening an unhealthy curiosity, a fascination she didn't fully understand. Her stomach knotted slightly with each tinkling, a mix of annoyance and something deeper, harder to identify. The more she advanced, the more the tinkling took a disproportionate place in her thoughts, distracting her almost from the test itself.
"Concentrate, Ashley," she murmured to herself, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "It's just a sound. Just a sound."
But it wasn't "just a sound." She could almost feel the vibrations resonating in her body, awakening a heat she tried to ignore. She shook her head, as if to chase away these thoughts, and continued her advance, one step after the other, her feet firmly planting on each beam despite the slight swaying.
Alan, leaning against the wall, watched her progress with an amused smile. He knew exactly what was happening in Ashley's mind, and each tinkling of the bell was a note in the symphony of control he was orchestrating.
Finally, she reached the last beam, jumping with almost perfect precision onto the final platform. She took a deep breath, straightening up, and a last light tinkling resonated as her foot touched the ground. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath, and the release of that tension caused a strange mix of relief and irritation.
Ashley turned a triumphant, though tired, gaze towards Alan.
"I did it. Now, give me your phone."
Alan raised an eyebrow, his smile widening slightly. Without a word, he took out the phone from his pocket and pressed a button. He didn't hand it to Ashley but simply activated the speakerphone.
A burst of laughter immediately resonated, a masculine voice clear and recognizable. It was Brian. His laughter, warm and disarming, filled the room, but for Ashley, it resonated like a slap. She squinted, straining to hear, hoping to catch more context, but Alan turned off the speakerphone before she could distinguish anything else.
"There you go," he said softly, almost mockingly. "Just a little preview."
Ashley felt a wave of frustration rising within her, her gaze hardening as she fixed it on Alan. She opened her mouth to retort, but he had already put away the phone, turning his back to head towards the next room.
a little earlier
"So, Brian? Don't you want to know?" Evelyn murmured.
She stood before him, leaning just enough for her lips to be a few centimeters from his ear. Her voice was soft, almost caressing, but laced with deliberate provocation. Brian, still frozen on the chair by the hypnosis, felt his heart beat faster. His breathing quickened as his gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, as if hoping to find an escape there.
"Alright," he finally breathed, his voice hoarse and trembling. "I want to know."
Evelyn straightened up, a victorious smile on her lips. She slowly caressed her ankle bracelet, making the silver bell tinkle in a crystalline burst that resonated in the room. Brian clenched his teeth at that sound, a mix of fascination and frustration rising within him.
"Good, Brian. Now that you've accepted... let me see what I can do."
Her manicured fingers, black as a starless night, descended along her own body, tracing her curves with studied slowness before stopping a few centimeters from Brian's hips. She leaned even more, her stilettos producing a slight creak on the floor as she adopted a deliberately sensual posture.
Brian expected her to keep her promise, to reveal what he wanted to know. But Evelyn, true to herself, chose a very different path. Her fingers slid slowly under him, barely brushing his testicles with a movement so delicate it became almost unbearable.
"You're so tense, Brian," she murmured. "It's like you're waiting for something. But is it really what you want?"
Her nails now traced light circles, on the verge of contact, an strange shiver running through his body with each brush. Brian groaned softly, struggling against his own body responding to these stimulations.
Then, without warning, Evelyn changed tactics. Her hands moved up along his sides, and she placed her fingers lightly on his ribs. Her nails traced irregular patterns, her gestures perfectly controlled but unpredictable.
"You know, Brian," she resumed, her voice honeyed, "I've always loved that serious air you had at the office. As if nothing could reach you. And yet..."
She accentuated her movements, exploring the hollow of his armpits with calculated precision. Brian jerked slightly, a ragged breath escaping him. He wasn't particularly ticklish, but Evelyn, with her instinctive knowledge of his sensitive spots, managed to trigger uncontrollable shivers.
"Evelyn, stop," he growled, his voice louder than he had intended.
She laughed softly, a clear and almost mocking sound.
"Stop? Brian, I don't think you understand yet. I'm just getting started."
Her fingers danced on his chest, moving up towards the top of his ribs, then down towards his abdomen with disconcerting fluidity. Her nails, slightly curved, brushed his skin without ever pressing too hard, a caress as irritating as it was intoxicating.
Brian struggled not to react, but his body, already tense from the hypnosis, betrayed his efforts. An unbearable heat rose within him, exacerbated by the imposed immobility. His muscles twitched under Evelyn's caresses, her fingers triggering a series of reactions he couldn't control.
Her smile widened as she moved her hands to his shoulders, tracing imaginary lines on his clavicle before returning to his ribs. She played with him like a cat with a mouse, savoring every moment. Brian, his breath short, felt a new wave of frustration rising within him. Evelyn knew exactly what she was doing.
When he dared to glance at the television in front of him, hoping to find a distraction, the screen lit up briefly, but not enough for him to see Ashley. He had only the sound of the bell and Evelyn's movements to fuel his torment.
Evelyn slid her fingers over Brian's chest, her movements undulating, her gestures precise in their sensuality and taunting. Her black nails drew light circles on his skin, exploring every line, every contour. Brian, though immobile, breathed more rapidly, his chest rising under the weight of the inner struggle he was waging.
An involuntary laugh escaped him when Evelyn found a particularly reactive area under his ribs. He clenched his teeth, closing his eyes as if hoping that would help him regain some semblance of control.
"Oh, Brian, you're already laughing?" Evelyn murmured with a malicious smile. "I've barely started."
She accentuated her caresses, moving slowly up towards his armpits, exploring the hollow with diabolical precision. Her fingers slid gently, then dragged just enough to trigger slight spasms in Brian's muscles. Another uncontrolled laugh burst from him, a mix of frustration and humiliation.
"Evelyn haha," he growled between laughs, "stop it haha…"
She laughed softly, the sound clear and mocking.
"Why? You don't like it? Yet, your body tells a different story, Brian."
She took a step to the side, subtly changing her position. Her free hand brushed his erect sex, triggering an immediate shiver. The drop of pre-cum that still beaded stretched under her fingers, and she rolled it between her thumb and index finger, her smile becoming almost predatory.
"Look at that… You're so sensitive. So receptive. And yet, you insist on pushing me away. Why, Brian? You could just let me lift your first hypnosis. Imagine, you could move. Struggle. Maybe even push me away, who knows?"
Her voice was a silky murmur, a trap she knew he would fall into sooner or later. Brian, his breath short, opened his eyes to meet her gaze. Evelyn stood there, confident, radiant, her fingers still moving on his body.
"I… no. I won't give in," he murmured, though his voice lacked firmness.
Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. Her right hand encompassed his sex and masturbated him gently.
"You're so determined. But how long can you hold out, Brian? How long before your body betrays your mind?"
She accentuated her movements, alternating between the delicate tickles that awakened his nerves and the sensual caresses on his sex, just enough to maintain an unbearable rise of pleasure. Brian felt his body reacting, his growing excitement transforming each caress into exquisite torture.
"Stop… I… you know I can't…"
Evelyn tilted her head slightly, her fingers tracing a provocative line on his lower abdomen.
"That's just it, Brian. You can't come. But I can keep you right on the edge, indefinitely. Imagine that…"
She let her phrase hang, her fingers sliding back to his testicles with just enough pressure to make him gasp.
A nervous laugh escaped him when she returned to the tickles, skillfully blending stimulation and taunting. The sensations mingled in his mind, blurring his thoughts and eroding his defenses.
"Come on, Brian," she murmured softly, her voice like a snake hissing in his ear. "Say it. Let me lift your hypnosis. You won't regret it."
But Brian, despite the turmoil growing within him, clenched his teeth, refusing to respond. Evelyn, however, showed no sign of relenting. She continued to play with him, her gestures hypnotic, keeping him in a state of frustrated pleasure and growing humiliation.
Evelyn, still perfectly controlled, let her fingers run over Brian's chest and sides with diabolical precision. Each calculated movement triggered bursts of uncontrollable laughter in him, mixed with ragged breaths of frustration. His breathing became faster, his muscles tensing under the effect of the soft torture and skilled stimulation. He was on the brink, caught in an unbearable loop where his pleasure couldn't peak.
"Look at you, Brian," she murmured, her voice sugary laced with mockery. "You're so receptive. So... at my mercy."
Her fingers descended slowly along his abdomen, stopping for a moment on his lower abdomen before sliding towards his erect dick. She brushed it just enough for him to feel the caress, each gesture accentuating the rise of his pleasure without offering release.
"You're stuck, aren't you? Always on the edge, unable to plunge. What a fascinating sensation, isn't it?" she said, slowly caressing his balls with her fingertips, sending shivers of pleasure through Brian, who, still immobile under the effect of the hypnosis, clenched his teeth.
A laugh betrayed him, however, as Evelyn suddenly changed tactics. Her fingers brushed his feet. He jerked slightly, his breathing quickening, and another laugh escaped him.
"Oh, I see I've just discovered something interesting," Evelyn murmured, a triumphant gleam in her voice.
She ran her skilled fingers along his arches, alternating between light caresses and teasing scratches, her perfectly manicured nails gliding over his sensitive skin. Brian burst out laughing, shaken by the sensation.
"Stop! Evelyn, I… Stohohohop it !" he gasped between laughs, his voice broken by the intensity.
Evelyn burst out laughing too, her amusement clearly genuine.
"Why? You know you like it, Brian. It's so obvious."
She straightened up slightly, crossing her legs in a relaxed but provocative posture, her ankle bracelet tinkling softly with each movement.
"You know, Brian, I also have very sensitive feet. But well-maintained, of course. Not like yours."
She cast a mocking glance at his feet, then looked back up at him, her malicious smile still present.
"And surely not like Ashley's. Imagine? Her feet, locked in those thick boots all day. They must be so… neglected. Maybe even a little rough."
Brian turned his gaze away, but Evelyn didn't relent, her tone becoming more playful, more insistent.
"You can't see them. You can't touch them. Not even tickle them. But me, Brian… I'm here. I could show you. Let you compare. But, oh… you have to let me lift one of your hypnoses first."
She tilted her head, her gaze piercing, as her fingers returned to his feet, sliding along his toes, exploring every nook with exquisite taunting.
"Tell me, Brian. What are you thinking about right now? My feet, yours… or Ashley's?"
Brian, shaken by the sensations, burst out laughing again, unable to respond, his frustration soaring as the pleasure continued to rise without end.
Evelyn manipulated the situation with diabolical mastery. Her gestures were methodical, her words calculated to play on every fiber of Brian's will. With almost theatrical slowness, she grabbed a bottle of oil placed on the nearby table.
"Oh, Brian," she murmured, gently shaking the bottle. "I think this could make things even more… interesting, don't you think?"
She poured a stream of oil onto his sex, letting the warm liquid slide down his taut skin. Her skilled and slippery fingers began to spread the oil in a caress that oscillated between sensuality and provocation. Brian shivered, his captive body reacting despite himself. Each movement of her fingers accentuated the rise of unbearable tension, his pleasure on the verge of explosion but always out of reach.
Evelyn descended her oiled hands to his feet, where she poured more oil. She ran her palms along his arches, massaging them gently, then added teasing tickles that drew involuntary laughs from him.
She straightened up to take a soft-bristled brush placed nearby. With cruel precision, she applied it under Brian's oiled feet. Each brush stroke triggered spasms and uncontrolled bursts of laughter, his feet slipping slightly under the effect of the oil.
"So, Brian? Will you continue to resist? Or will you finally let me lift this hypnosis? Imagine… being able to move, struggle, try to stop me. Wouldn't that tempt you?"
Brian, caught between pleasure and discomfort, finally cracked.
"Alright! Hahaha," he gasped, laughing between bursts. "Do it. Lihihihihi… lift this hypnosis!"
Evelyn froze, savoring her victory. She set the brush down and took a delicate feather in her hand. Her piercing gaze fixed on Brian as she approached him, slowly, almost reverently.
"Good, Brian. You see? It wasn't so hard. But, a detail…"
She slid the feather along his armpits, its tip brushing his skin with unbearable lightness.
"I won't do anything until that door behind me opens. Unless you ask me to let you come."
Brian, confused, glanced at the door, but Evelyn forced him to bring his attention back to her by continuing her caresses. The feather descended along his chest, tracing hypnotic circles that seemed to exacerbate every nerve in his body.
"You see, Brian, that door… it depends entirely on Ashley. If she succeeds, maybe I'll free you. If she fails… Well, we'll have plenty of time, you and I. Otherwise, you only have to say one word for everything to stop."
She slowly slid the feather to his sex, her movements measured and precise, sending shivers of frustration and pleasure through his body. Each brush seemed to bring him to the edge of orgasm, but the hypnosis preventing him from coming kept the release out of reach.
"Imagine, Brian," she continued in a silky voice, "imagine this feather on me, or on Ashley. Who really makes you vibrate? Me? Her?"
The feather now danced on his oiled testicles, each movement calculated to keep him in that unbearable state of excitement. Evelyn looked straight into his eyes, her smile filled with promises and cruelty.
"Patience, Brian," she murmured. "It all depends on her. Or on you."
