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Mariah May attacks rival and former friend Toni Storm with the help of Toni's former stablemates Ruby Soho and Saraya.
"You're not going anywhere, are you?" The smirk in Mariah May's voice was as sharp as the click of the handcuffs around Toni Storm's wrists.
"What the hell is this, Mariah?" Toni's eyes narrowed, her pulse racing as she tugged at the restraint.
Mariah chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and something darker. "Just a little pre-game warm up, darling. You see, I know you're eager to get back into the ring, so I figured I'd give you a taste of what's to come."
Toni's breath hitched as reality began to seep in. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of her missing memories. She had felt a sense of déjà vu, a faint echo of animosity between them, but the details remained elusive.
Mariah leaned in close, her breath hot against Toni's ear. "It's not about the belt," she whispered. "It's about you, and how you've always been the one everyone talked about."
Toni's eyes searched the room, desperation setting in. The walls seemed to close in around her as she struggled against her bonds, her legs kicking fruitlessly. The feeling of vulnerability washed over her like a cold shower. She had faced so much in the squared circle, but she had never felt so powerless.
Mariah leaned in, her breath warm and tantalizingly close. "I heard you have very big, very ticklish feet," she murmured, her smile broadening as she took in the shock on Toni's face. "It's going to be so much fun watching you squirm."
Toni's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She had always been self-conscious about her size nine feet, which were rather big for her height but given her thick ass and thighs, they looked somewhat properly proportioned. They were wide and plump, and they had always been a source of insecurity. Now, those same feet were about to become the center of attention in a way she never imagined.
Mariah took her sweet time unlacing Toni's wrestling boots, her eyes never leaving her opponent's face. With each tug and pull, Toni could feel the anticipation building like a coil ready to spring. The sound of the boot hitting the floor echoed through the room, and she knew there was no turning back.
"Please, Mariah," Toni began to beg, her voice strained with the effort of maintaining her dignity. "This isn't the way to settle our differences. We're both professionals."
Mariah's smile didn't waver as she knelt down before Toni, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, but this is just the start of the fun, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You see, I've always envied you, Toni. The way the crowd goes wild when you walk out, the respect you command, the way the other wrestlers look at you."
Toni feels exposed as her size 9 feet are revealed, a source of past insecurity. She begs Mariah to refrain from their twisted game, but her pleas fall on deaf ears. Mariah expresses her envy of Toni's popularity and respect, hinting at a deep-seated rivalry.
Mariah's eyes lingered on Toni's broad, pink heels, a stark contrast to the rest of her athletic body. They were the kind of heels that could make a foot enthusiast's heart race, the kind that could be a weapon in the right hands. And in this moment, in Mariah's twisted game, they were about to become the target of pure, unbridled torment.
As she peeled back the socks, Toni felt the cool air of the backstage hit her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Her toes curled in protest, but she knew better than to give Mariah the satisfaction of seeing her discomfort. The fabric slipped away, revealing her shallow, wrinkly arches, the gentle curve that made her feet as unique as the rest of her.
Mariah's peeled the sock slowly further up to the broad ball of Toni's foot, the soft mound of flesh that had always been the focus of many foot fetishist wrestling fans. In the harsh light of the dressing room, Toni felt exposed, her most sensitive area laid bare before her rival.
The moment the fabric of her sock parted to reveal her perfect toes, Toni's heart skipped a beat. Long and plump, they boasted flawless, deep nail beds that had drawn the attention of countless foot enthusiasts during her early days on the indie circuit. Each toe was a masterpiece in its own right, a pinkish-white crescent that curled delicately at the tip, begging to be adored or, in this case, tormented.
Mariah didn't waste a second. Her fingers danced over the arches of Toni's feet, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt of electricity up her legs. "Oh, these are going to be so much fun," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Toni's spine.
Toni bit back a gasp as the tickling grew more intense, her body tensing against the unforgiving chair. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked through gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice steady.
Mariah looked up, her eyes gleaming with malicious excitement. "Oh, I'm going to give you the full treatment," she said, her voice a purr that made Toni's stomach churn. "We have hours before the match, and I'm going to make sure every single second counts."
The door to the dressing room swung open, and in walked Toni's former stable mates, Ruby Soho and Saraya. They each carried a bag that seemed to bulge with unspeakable horrors, the kind of tickle tools that would make even the most hardened wrestler's skin crawl. The sight of them sent a fresh wave of fear crashing over Toni, her eyes widening in panic.
"Looks like the party's already started," Ruby said, her voice a smoky drawl that didn't quite match the sadistic grin that played on her lips.
Saraya nodded, her eyes alight with a hunger that Toni hadn't seen since their days as a dominant trio in the women's division. "Mariah said you needed some... encouragement before our little match," she added, her British accent thick and dripping with sarcasm.
The two women set their bags down on the floor, unzipping them to reveal an array of objects that would make any self-respecting tickle fiend swoon with excitement. Feathers, brushes, and even a vibrator lay nestled among the jumble, each tool chosen for its potential to induce the most unbearable, knee-buckling giggles.
Ruby's eyes fell on the large, neon-pink vibrating wand. She picked it up with a smirk, the heavy-duty plug at the end of its thick cable a clear indication of its power. "This little beauty," she said, her eyes glinting as she plugged it into the wall socket, "will make sure we don't run out of juice while we're having fun."
Saraya, meanwhile, rummaged through her bag, her hands emerging with a set of shiny handcuffs. "We wouldn't want you to get too wild," she said, winking at Toni as she secured her ankles to the chair's legs, ensuring she was completely immobile.
Mariah took the ball gag and approached Toni with a predatory grace, her eyes never leaving Toni's wide, pleading gaze. Toni tried to protest, but her words were cut off as the gag was pushed into her mouth and fastened around her head, nestling into her hair. The smell of rubber and leather filled her nose, and she felt a sense of finality as the gag was tightened, muffling any cries of protest she might have had.
"Now, now," Mariah said, her voice taking on a mocking, maternal tone. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We have a whole evening of fun planned, and we don't want to end it too quickly." She turned to Ruby and Saraya, her expression stern. "Remember the rules, girls. Tickle and tease all you want, but she doesn't get to cum until I say so."
Ruby's smirk grew wider as she picked up a feather from the bag. "You heard the boss," she said, flicking the feather through the air. It danced in the light, a sinister promise of the torment to come.
Saraya, ever the eager pupil, pulled out a set of metal chopsticks and gave a knowing wink to Ruby. "Let's start with these," she suggested, her voice dripping with anticipation.
Mariah nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Excellent choice," she said, stepping back to give her companions room to work.
Ruby and Saraya approached Toni with a synchronized grace, their movements a choreographed dance of dominance. They each took a leg, their strong hands gripping her thighs as they worked her shorts down over her large round cheeks, down her thick muscular thighs and exposed her vulnerable pussy. Toni's cheeks flamed as she realized her most sensitive area was now on display.
"Mariah, she's not wearing any underwear," Ruby said with a whistle, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Mariah's smirk grew. "Even better," she murmured, her gaze lingering on Toni's exposed, glistening pussy. "It seems the champ is ready to play."
Ruby produced a metal spreader bar with leather cuffs from the bag of horrors. She bent down, attaching it to Toni's ankles with a series of snaps that echoed through the room. Toni's legs were forced apart, the cold steel digging into her skin. The bar was adjusted to its widest setting, and she could feel the stretch in her thighs, making her acutely aware of her vulnerability.
Saraya, ever eager to claim her prize, grabbed the chopsticks and approached Toni's trembling form. The room grew silent as she positioned the shiny rods, one on either side of Toni's clit. She applied the slightest pressure until Toni's pink clit popped free from its hood, standing proud and begging for attention.
Ruby took up the feather, tracing it along the inside of Toni's thighs with a gentle, feather-light touch. "So smooth," she murmured, her voice a low purr of appreciation. "It's like silk."
Toni's body tensed, her eyes flicking to Mariah in desperate pleading. But the blonde bombshell merely leaned back against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest as she enjoyed the show, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Now, tease it until she's screaming" she instructed, her voice cold and calculated.
Ruby chuckled, a dark glint in her eye. "Whatever you say, boss," she replied, and then she began the slow, maddening dance of the feather. The soft bristles danced over Toni's clit, the gentle tickle driving her wild with desire. She squirmed in the chair, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The sensation was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that had her hips bucking and her legs trembling.
Saraya took her cue, her own feather joining the fray. The two of them worked in tandem, their feathers fluttering across Toni's sensitive pussy like the wings of a dozen butterflies. The pressure grew, the tickling more insistent as they found their rhythm, their laughter filling the room as Toni's muffled squeals grew more frantic. The metal chopsticks remained in place, a constant, unyielding presence that kept her most intimate part exposed and vulnerable.
Mariah took her time, circling her prey with a cat-like grace. Each step was calculated, her eyes never leaving Toni's contorted face. "Don't think I forgot about those big, sexy, ticklish feet of yours," she whispered, her voice a seductive hiss that sent a shiver down Toni's spine. She could feel the anticipation building in her own body, her breath catching as she took in the sight of Toni's bound and exposed form.
With a wicked smile, Mariah knelt before Toni's feet, her eyes feasting on the delicate arches and the plump toes that begged to be tickled. Her tongue darted out, tracing a wet line from heel to toe, her eyes never leaving Toni's. Toni's eyes went wide, her breath hitching as the sensation of a tongue on her foot washed over her. It was a strange mix of revulsion and arousal, the kind of feeling she had never experienced before.
"You're so sensitive, aren't you?" Mariah murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr. "It's like your feet have never been touched before."
Saraya's eyes narrowed, with her cockney accent that could cut glass. "I thought we were 'ere to exhaust 'er, not play footsie. Get to it and tickle this bitches feet already!"
Mariah's smile grew wicked as she took Saraya's words to heart. She grabbed a feather from the bag and approached Toni's feet, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Patience is a virtue, darling," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "But since you're all eager, let's get started, shall we?"
From her bag, she produced a bottle of peppermint massage oil, the cap snapping open with a sound that sent a chill down Toni's spine. The scent filled the room, a cool, minty aroma that made her toes curl in anticipation. Mariah explained to the girls how this would allow the tickle tools to slide across Toni's soles with ease as well as heighten her sensitivity.
Mariah took a wide wooden hair brush with plastic ball tipped prongs in her hands. Toni knew from experience that those brushes could deliver an intense tickle that was unbearable on the right spot. And she had no doubt that Mariah knew exactly where those spots were.
The first brushstroke came down on her right foot, the bristles dragging along the sensitive skin of her arch. Toni's body jerked in response, her legs trying to kick out despite the spreader bar keeping them in place. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt before—sharp, unrelenting, and oh so ticklish. Her eyes watered, and she bit down hard on the ball gag to stifle the scream that wanted to escape.
Mariah's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Toni's reaction. "Oh, you're going to be so much fun," she said, her voice a sweet symphony of sadism. She applied more pressure with the brush, moving it in small, circular motions that had Toni's entire body convulsing in the chair.
But the real magic began when Ruby sensed the feather had lost its edge. Toni's squirms had turned into full-blown thrashing, her eyes watering and her muffled pleas growing more desperate. With a knowing look at her cohorts, Ruby reached into her bag and pulled out a sleek, pink vibrator with a curved shaft and a bulbous end. "Time to switch it up," she murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
The room grew tense as Ruby uncapped a small bottle of lube and generously coated the toy, the sound of the gel squelching between her fingers making Toni's stomach drop. The vibrator was specifically designed to target the g-spot, and Toni knew all too well the intense pleasure it could deliver.
With a cruel smile, Ruby pressed the toy to Toni's entrance, the coolness of the silicone sending a jolt through her body. It slid in easily, the lubricant facilitating the toy of intense pleasures entrance inside Toni's pussy. Ruby slowly rotated the toy until she saw Toni's eyes roll back in her head, she knew she had found her G spot.
Mariah took this as her cue, her own smile widening as she picked up the pace with the hair brushes. The bristles raked over Toni's soles, finding the most sensitive spots and sending waves of tickles up her legs. Toni's feet danced in the air, a silent symphony of desperation as she tried to pull away from the torment.
Her toes clenched and spread, each digit moving independently in a silent plea for mercy. The plump pads of her feet quivered, the brushes danced over her slick soles with ease. The peppermint oil had made her feet hypersensitive, amplifying every sensation to an almost painful degree.
Saraya picked up the ultra soft electric toothbrush with a modified head that spun just fast enough to not over sensitize the clitoris. The blonde's smile grew wicked as she flicked it on, the low hum of the vibrations filling the air. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of fear through Toni's body. She had faced countless opponents in the ring, but nothing had ever prepared her for this kind of torment.
Mariah paused in her tickling to watch, her own breath hitching at the sight of the vibrating toothbrush. "Oh, this is going to be good," she murmured, her eyes dark with excitement.
Saraya took her time, the anticipation building as she slowly brought the brush closer and closer. The soft bristles grazed the sensitive nub, and Toni's entire body stiffened. The vibration was faint but insistent, a gentle nudge that grew in intensity with each passing second.
Toni's eyes grew wide, the pressure in her core building like a volcano about to erupt. The urge to cum grew stronger, the brush moving in a slow, torturous dance that had her hips bucking against the chair. The metal chopsticks held her clit in place, the cold steel a stark contrast to the warm, pulsing need that consumed her. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo that she was powerless to stop.
Mariah, who now had resumed holding the toes back on one of Toni's size 9's and scrubbing her sole with a hair brush asked her rival "How does it feel, darling?" Her voice a sweet symphony of sadism. "Tell us how much you're enjoying this."
But Toni couldn't speak, could only moan and squeal around the gag as Ruby flicked the G-spot vibrator to its highest setting. The buzzing filled the air, a relentless drone that seemed to resonate in her very bones. The curved shaft pushed deep inside her, the vibrations ricocheting through her core, setting every nerve ending alight. Her body was ablaze with pleasure and endless foot tickling, a battleground for the sensations that warred within her.
Her eyes squeezed shut, she threw her head back, arching her spine, as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her legs kicked wildly, the handcuffs rattling against the chair as she rode the waves of pleasure. The hair brushes never paused their merciless tickling for a moment, the three women watching with a mix of amazement and sadistic satisfaction.
"Now, now," Ruby said, her voice a wicked purr as she held the vibrator steady, keeping it at the peak of its intensity. "We can't have you getting too comfortable, can we?"
Toni's eyes snapped open, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. The gag muffled her screams as Ruby cranked the vibrator up to its maximum setting, the buzzing so loud it seemed to fill the room. The toy was a relentless force inside her, pushing her to new heights of pleasure she hadn't known existed.
"Give her big feet a good scrubbing with those brushes until she faints," Saraya said to Mariah, her voice dripping with sadistic glee.
Mariah's eyes lit up at the suggestion, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She set down the hair brushes and picked up the bottle of peppermint oil with a flourish. "Excellent idea," she said, her eyes never leaving Toni's desperate gaze.
The cool gel was squeezed onto her feet, the minty scent growing stronger as it coated her skin. Toni's eyes watered, not just from the intense sensation but also from the anticipation of what was to come. She watched as Mariah picked up a stiff-bristled brush and raked it up and down Toni's meaty left sole, her left foot seemed to be the more sensitive of the two.
The bristles dug into the flesh, sending jolts of tickle lightning up her legs. Toni's body arched, her toes curling and uncurling as she screamed bloody murder into the ball gag. The sensation was unbearable, yet she couldn't escape it, bound as she was to the chair. "Please," she begged around the gag, her eyes pleading with the blonde.
Mariah's smile grew wider with each desperate squirm. "Oh, you're going to pass out on me?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "How disappointing."
The brushes didn't relent, their stiff bristles digging deeper into the tender flesh of Toni's soles. Her legs jerked uncontrollably, the muscles in her thighs quivering as she fought against the relentless tickling. Her breath grew more ragged, her chest heaving as the orgasmic overload pushed her closer and closer to the edge of consciousness.
And then, with one final, desperate gasp, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Her body went limp, the tension draining from her muscles like a balloon slowly losing air. The vibrator was removed from her pussy with a wet pop, and Toni's legs fell to the sides of the chair with a thud, the handcuffs rattling against the steel frame. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the heavy breathing of the three women standing over her.
Mariah chuckled, standing up and dusting off her knees. She pulled a small bottle of smelling salts from her pocket and passed them to Ruby and Saraya. "Wake her up," she ordered, her voice a cold, steely command. "We have two more hours of this before she needs to be ready for the match."
Ruby and Saraya exchanged a look, their own arousal evident in their flushed cheeks and heaving chests. They approached Toni's limp form, the smell of mint and sweat filling the air. They waved the salts under her nose. Toni's eyes snapped open, her pupils wide with fear as she gasped for air. The pungent smell brought her back to reality, and she struggled against her restraint, her eyes darting between her two tormentors.
Mariah, noticing the panic in Toni's gaze, took a step back, her smile growing wider. "Oh, don't worry," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "You're not off the hook that easily." She gestured to the clock on the wall, the relentless tick of the second hand a reminder of the time they had left to play.
"Hand me that big plug in vibrator" Saraya said sweetly while staring Toni in her tear soaked eyes. Toni shook her head frantically as she knew brutal how post orgasm torment was.
Mariah smiled to herself and strutted out of the locker room into the hallway. She had a match to get ready for...
"You're not going anywhere, are you?" The smirk in Mariah May's voice was as sharp as the click of the handcuffs around Toni Storm's wrists.
"What the hell is this, Mariah?" Toni's eyes narrowed, her pulse racing as she tugged at the restraint.
Mariah chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and something darker. "Just a little pre-game warm up, darling. You see, I know you're eager to get back into the ring, so I figured I'd give you a taste of what's to come."
Toni's breath hitched as reality began to seep in. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of her missing memories. She had felt a sense of déjà vu, a faint echo of animosity between them, but the details remained elusive.
Mariah leaned in close, her breath hot against Toni's ear. "It's not about the belt," she whispered. "It's about you, and how you've always been the one everyone talked about."
Toni's eyes searched the room, desperation setting in. The walls seemed to close in around her as she struggled against her bonds, her legs kicking fruitlessly. The feeling of vulnerability washed over her like a cold shower. She had faced so much in the squared circle, but she had never felt so powerless.
Mariah leaned in, her breath warm and tantalizingly close. "I heard you have very big, very ticklish feet," she murmured, her smile broadening as she took in the shock on Toni's face. "It's going to be so much fun watching you squirm."
Toni's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She had always been self-conscious about her size nine feet, which were rather big for her height but given her thick ass and thighs, they looked somewhat properly proportioned. They were wide and plump, and they had always been a source of insecurity. Now, those same feet were about to become the center of attention in a way she never imagined.
Mariah took her sweet time unlacing Toni's wrestling boots, her eyes never leaving her opponent's face. With each tug and pull, Toni could feel the anticipation building like a coil ready to spring. The sound of the boot hitting the floor echoed through the room, and she knew there was no turning back.
"Please, Mariah," Toni began to beg, her voice strained with the effort of maintaining her dignity. "This isn't the way to settle our differences. We're both professionals."
Mariah's smile didn't waver as she knelt down before Toni, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, but this is just the start of the fun, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You see, I've always envied you, Toni. The way the crowd goes wild when you walk out, the respect you command, the way the other wrestlers look at you."
Toni feels exposed as her size 9 feet are revealed, a source of past insecurity. She begs Mariah to refrain from their twisted game, but her pleas fall on deaf ears. Mariah expresses her envy of Toni's popularity and respect, hinting at a deep-seated rivalry.
Mariah's eyes lingered on Toni's broad, pink heels, a stark contrast to the rest of her athletic body. They were the kind of heels that could make a foot enthusiast's heart race, the kind that could be a weapon in the right hands. And in this moment, in Mariah's twisted game, they were about to become the target of pure, unbridled torment.
As she peeled back the socks, Toni felt the cool air of the backstage hit her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Her toes curled in protest, but she knew better than to give Mariah the satisfaction of seeing her discomfort. The fabric slipped away, revealing her shallow, wrinkly arches, the gentle curve that made her feet as unique as the rest of her.
Mariah's peeled the sock slowly further up to the broad ball of Toni's foot, the soft mound of flesh that had always been the focus of many foot fetishist wrestling fans. In the harsh light of the dressing room, Toni felt exposed, her most sensitive area laid bare before her rival.
The moment the fabric of her sock parted to reveal her perfect toes, Toni's heart skipped a beat. Long and plump, they boasted flawless, deep nail beds that had drawn the attention of countless foot enthusiasts during her early days on the indie circuit. Each toe was a masterpiece in its own right, a pinkish-white crescent that curled delicately at the tip, begging to be adored or, in this case, tormented.
Mariah didn't waste a second. Her fingers danced over the arches of Toni's feet, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt of electricity up her legs. "Oh, these are going to be so much fun," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Toni's spine.
Toni bit back a gasp as the tickling grew more intense, her body tensing against the unforgiving chair. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked through gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice steady.
Mariah looked up, her eyes gleaming with malicious excitement. "Oh, I'm going to give you the full treatment," she said, her voice a purr that made Toni's stomach churn. "We have hours before the match, and I'm going to make sure every single second counts."
The door to the dressing room swung open, and in walked Toni's former stable mates, Ruby Soho and Saraya. They each carried a bag that seemed to bulge with unspeakable horrors, the kind of tickle tools that would make even the most hardened wrestler's skin crawl. The sight of them sent a fresh wave of fear crashing over Toni, her eyes widening in panic.
"Looks like the party's already started," Ruby said, her voice a smoky drawl that didn't quite match the sadistic grin that played on her lips.
Saraya nodded, her eyes alight with a hunger that Toni hadn't seen since their days as a dominant trio in the women's division. "Mariah said you needed some... encouragement before our little match," she added, her British accent thick and dripping with sarcasm.
The two women set their bags down on the floor, unzipping them to reveal an array of objects that would make any self-respecting tickle fiend swoon with excitement. Feathers, brushes, and even a vibrator lay nestled among the jumble, each tool chosen for its potential to induce the most unbearable, knee-buckling giggles.
Ruby's eyes fell on the large, neon-pink vibrating wand. She picked it up with a smirk, the heavy-duty plug at the end of its thick cable a clear indication of its power. "This little beauty," she said, her eyes glinting as she plugged it into the wall socket, "will make sure we don't run out of juice while we're having fun."
Saraya, meanwhile, rummaged through her bag, her hands emerging with a set of shiny handcuffs. "We wouldn't want you to get too wild," she said, winking at Toni as she secured her ankles to the chair's legs, ensuring she was completely immobile.
Mariah took the ball gag and approached Toni with a predatory grace, her eyes never leaving Toni's wide, pleading gaze. Toni tried to protest, but her words were cut off as the gag was pushed into her mouth and fastened around her head, nestling into her hair. The smell of rubber and leather filled her nose, and she felt a sense of finality as the gag was tightened, muffling any cries of protest she might have had.
"Now, now," Mariah said, her voice taking on a mocking, maternal tone. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We have a whole evening of fun planned, and we don't want to end it too quickly." She turned to Ruby and Saraya, her expression stern. "Remember the rules, girls. Tickle and tease all you want, but she doesn't get to cum until I say so."
Ruby's smirk grew wider as she picked up a feather from the bag. "You heard the boss," she said, flicking the feather through the air. It danced in the light, a sinister promise of the torment to come.
Saraya, ever the eager pupil, pulled out a set of metal chopsticks and gave a knowing wink to Ruby. "Let's start with these," she suggested, her voice dripping with anticipation.
Mariah nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Excellent choice," she said, stepping back to give her companions room to work.
Ruby and Saraya approached Toni with a synchronized grace, their movements a choreographed dance of dominance. They each took a leg, their strong hands gripping her thighs as they worked her shorts down over her large round cheeks, down her thick muscular thighs and exposed her vulnerable pussy. Toni's cheeks flamed as she realized her most sensitive area was now on display.
"Mariah, she's not wearing any underwear," Ruby said with a whistle, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Mariah's smirk grew. "Even better," she murmured, her gaze lingering on Toni's exposed, glistening pussy. "It seems the champ is ready to play."
Ruby produced a metal spreader bar with leather cuffs from the bag of horrors. She bent down, attaching it to Toni's ankles with a series of snaps that echoed through the room. Toni's legs were forced apart, the cold steel digging into her skin. The bar was adjusted to its widest setting, and she could feel the stretch in her thighs, making her acutely aware of her vulnerability.
Saraya, ever eager to claim her prize, grabbed the chopsticks and approached Toni's trembling form. The room grew silent as she positioned the shiny rods, one on either side of Toni's clit. She applied the slightest pressure until Toni's pink clit popped free from its hood, standing proud and begging for attention.
Ruby took up the feather, tracing it along the inside of Toni's thighs with a gentle, feather-light touch. "So smooth," she murmured, her voice a low purr of appreciation. "It's like silk."
Toni's body tensed, her eyes flicking to Mariah in desperate pleading. But the blonde bombshell merely leaned back against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest as she enjoyed the show, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Now, tease it until she's screaming" she instructed, her voice cold and calculated.
Ruby chuckled, a dark glint in her eye. "Whatever you say, boss," she replied, and then she began the slow, maddening dance of the feather. The soft bristles danced over Toni's clit, the gentle tickle driving her wild with desire. She squirmed in the chair, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The sensation was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that had her hips bucking and her legs trembling.
Saraya took her cue, her own feather joining the fray. The two of them worked in tandem, their feathers fluttering across Toni's sensitive pussy like the wings of a dozen butterflies. The pressure grew, the tickling more insistent as they found their rhythm, their laughter filling the room as Toni's muffled squeals grew more frantic. The metal chopsticks remained in place, a constant, unyielding presence that kept her most intimate part exposed and vulnerable.
Mariah took her time, circling her prey with a cat-like grace. Each step was calculated, her eyes never leaving Toni's contorted face. "Don't think I forgot about those big, sexy, ticklish feet of yours," she whispered, her voice a seductive hiss that sent a shiver down Toni's spine. She could feel the anticipation building in her own body, her breath catching as she took in the sight of Toni's bound and exposed form.
With a wicked smile, Mariah knelt before Toni's feet, her eyes feasting on the delicate arches and the plump toes that begged to be tickled. Her tongue darted out, tracing a wet line from heel to toe, her eyes never leaving Toni's. Toni's eyes went wide, her breath hitching as the sensation of a tongue on her foot washed over her. It was a strange mix of revulsion and arousal, the kind of feeling she had never experienced before.
"You're so sensitive, aren't you?" Mariah murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr. "It's like your feet have never been touched before."
Saraya's eyes narrowed, with her cockney accent that could cut glass. "I thought we were 'ere to exhaust 'er, not play footsie. Get to it and tickle this bitches feet already!"
Mariah's smile grew wicked as she took Saraya's words to heart. She grabbed a feather from the bag and approached Toni's feet, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Patience is a virtue, darling," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "But since you're all eager, let's get started, shall we?"
From her bag, she produced a bottle of peppermint massage oil, the cap snapping open with a sound that sent a chill down Toni's spine. The scent filled the room, a cool, minty aroma that made her toes curl in anticipation. Mariah explained to the girls how this would allow the tickle tools to slide across Toni's soles with ease as well as heighten her sensitivity.
Mariah took a wide wooden hair brush with plastic ball tipped prongs in her hands. Toni knew from experience that those brushes could deliver an intense tickle that was unbearable on the right spot. And she had no doubt that Mariah knew exactly where those spots were.
The first brushstroke came down on her right foot, the bristles dragging along the sensitive skin of her arch. Toni's body jerked in response, her legs trying to kick out despite the spreader bar keeping them in place. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt before—sharp, unrelenting, and oh so ticklish. Her eyes watered, and she bit down hard on the ball gag to stifle the scream that wanted to escape.
Mariah's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Toni's reaction. "Oh, you're going to be so much fun," she said, her voice a sweet symphony of sadism. She applied more pressure with the brush, moving it in small, circular motions that had Toni's entire body convulsing in the chair.
But the real magic began when Ruby sensed the feather had lost its edge. Toni's squirms had turned into full-blown thrashing, her eyes watering and her muffled pleas growing more desperate. With a knowing look at her cohorts, Ruby reached into her bag and pulled out a sleek, pink vibrator with a curved shaft and a bulbous end. "Time to switch it up," she murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
The room grew tense as Ruby uncapped a small bottle of lube and generously coated the toy, the sound of the gel squelching between her fingers making Toni's stomach drop. The vibrator was specifically designed to target the g-spot, and Toni knew all too well the intense pleasure it could deliver.
With a cruel smile, Ruby pressed the toy to Toni's entrance, the coolness of the silicone sending a jolt through her body. It slid in easily, the lubricant facilitating the toy of intense pleasures entrance inside Toni's pussy. Ruby slowly rotated the toy until she saw Toni's eyes roll back in her head, she knew she had found her G spot.
Mariah took this as her cue, her own smile widening as she picked up the pace with the hair brushes. The bristles raked over Toni's soles, finding the most sensitive spots and sending waves of tickles up her legs. Toni's feet danced in the air, a silent symphony of desperation as she tried to pull away from the torment.
Her toes clenched and spread, each digit moving independently in a silent plea for mercy. The plump pads of her feet quivered, the brushes danced over her slick soles with ease. The peppermint oil had made her feet hypersensitive, amplifying every sensation to an almost painful degree.
Saraya picked up the ultra soft electric toothbrush with a modified head that spun just fast enough to not over sensitize the clitoris. The blonde's smile grew wicked as she flicked it on, the low hum of the vibrations filling the air. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of fear through Toni's body. She had faced countless opponents in the ring, but nothing had ever prepared her for this kind of torment.
Mariah paused in her tickling to watch, her own breath hitching at the sight of the vibrating toothbrush. "Oh, this is going to be good," she murmured, her eyes dark with excitement.
Saraya took her time, the anticipation building as she slowly brought the brush closer and closer. The soft bristles grazed the sensitive nub, and Toni's entire body stiffened. The vibration was faint but insistent, a gentle nudge that grew in intensity with each passing second.
Toni's eyes grew wide, the pressure in her core building like a volcano about to erupt. The urge to cum grew stronger, the brush moving in a slow, torturous dance that had her hips bucking against the chair. The metal chopsticks held her clit in place, the cold steel a stark contrast to the warm, pulsing need that consumed her. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo that she was powerless to stop.
Mariah, who now had resumed holding the toes back on one of Toni's size 9's and scrubbing her sole with a hair brush asked her rival "How does it feel, darling?" Her voice a sweet symphony of sadism. "Tell us how much you're enjoying this."
But Toni couldn't speak, could only moan and squeal around the gag as Ruby flicked the G-spot vibrator to its highest setting. The buzzing filled the air, a relentless drone that seemed to resonate in her very bones. The curved shaft pushed deep inside her, the vibrations ricocheting through her core, setting every nerve ending alight. Her body was ablaze with pleasure and endless foot tickling, a battleground for the sensations that warred within her.
Her eyes squeezed shut, she threw her head back, arching her spine, as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her legs kicked wildly, the handcuffs rattling against the chair as she rode the waves of pleasure. The hair brushes never paused their merciless tickling for a moment, the three women watching with a mix of amazement and sadistic satisfaction.
"Now, now," Ruby said, her voice a wicked purr as she held the vibrator steady, keeping it at the peak of its intensity. "We can't have you getting too comfortable, can we?"
Toni's eyes snapped open, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. The gag muffled her screams as Ruby cranked the vibrator up to its maximum setting, the buzzing so loud it seemed to fill the room. The toy was a relentless force inside her, pushing her to new heights of pleasure she hadn't known existed.
"Give her big feet a good scrubbing with those brushes until she faints," Saraya said to Mariah, her voice dripping with sadistic glee.
Mariah's eyes lit up at the suggestion, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She set down the hair brushes and picked up the bottle of peppermint oil with a flourish. "Excellent idea," she said, her eyes never leaving Toni's desperate gaze.
The cool gel was squeezed onto her feet, the minty scent growing stronger as it coated her skin. Toni's eyes watered, not just from the intense sensation but also from the anticipation of what was to come. She watched as Mariah picked up a stiff-bristled brush and raked it up and down Toni's meaty left sole, her left foot seemed to be the more sensitive of the two.
The bristles dug into the flesh, sending jolts of tickle lightning up her legs. Toni's body arched, her toes curling and uncurling as she screamed bloody murder into the ball gag. The sensation was unbearable, yet she couldn't escape it, bound as she was to the chair. "Please," she begged around the gag, her eyes pleading with the blonde.
Mariah's smile grew wider with each desperate squirm. "Oh, you're going to pass out on me?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "How disappointing."
The brushes didn't relent, their stiff bristles digging deeper into the tender flesh of Toni's soles. Her legs jerked uncontrollably, the muscles in her thighs quivering as she fought against the relentless tickling. Her breath grew more ragged, her chest heaving as the orgasmic overload pushed her closer and closer to the edge of consciousness.
And then, with one final, desperate gasp, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Her body went limp, the tension draining from her muscles like a balloon slowly losing air. The vibrator was removed from her pussy with a wet pop, and Toni's legs fell to the sides of the chair with a thud, the handcuffs rattling against the steel frame. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the heavy breathing of the three women standing over her.
Mariah chuckled, standing up and dusting off her knees. She pulled a small bottle of smelling salts from her pocket and passed them to Ruby and Saraya. "Wake her up," she ordered, her voice a cold, steely command. "We have two more hours of this before she needs to be ready for the match."
Ruby and Saraya exchanged a look, their own arousal evident in their flushed cheeks and heaving chests. They approached Toni's limp form, the smell of mint and sweat filling the air. They waved the salts under her nose. Toni's eyes snapped open, her pupils wide with fear as she gasped for air. The pungent smell brought her back to reality, and she struggled against her restraint, her eyes darting between her two tormentors.
Mariah, noticing the panic in Toni's gaze, took a step back, her smile growing wider. "Oh, don't worry," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "You're not off the hook that easily." She gestured to the clock on the wall, the relentless tick of the second hand a reminder of the time they had left to play.
"Hand me that big plug in vibrator" Saraya said sweetly while staring Toni in her tear soaked eyes. Toni shook her head frantically as she knew brutal how post orgasm torment was.
Mariah smiled to herself and strutted out of the locker room into the hallway. She had a match to get ready for...
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