Under Influence 12 - MF/F - MF/F - Sexual, non-con

[lois333]

Chapter 12 : Climbing

In the afternoon, Florian gathers Lily and Elizabeth in a quiet corner of the house. His face had a serious, almost calculating expression.

"Lily," he began, his voice low and persuasive, "I've noticed that you often walk around barefoot. I think you should stop."

Lily frowned, surprised by this unexpected suggestion. "Why? Nate likes it, and I want to seduce him."

Florian shook his head, a smirk. "That's precisely the problem. You make things too easy for him. If you really want to drive him crazy, you have to create desire, frustration."

Elizabeth, sitting next to her, nodded her head in approval. "Florian is right, Lily. Seduction is a game of hide-and-seek. The more you hide, the more he will look for you."

Lily hesitated, her gaze going from Florian to Elizabeth. "But... I thought that showing my feet would drive him crazy with desire."

"At first, yes," Florian agreed. "But now we have to take the next step. Just imagine: you're wearing closed shoes, thick socks. Nate can't see your feet anymore, but he knows they're there, hidden. It's going to drive him crazy."

Elizabeth adds, "Think about how excited he'll be when you finally take off your shoes in front of him. The anticipation will have increased his desire tenfold."

Lily seemed more and more convinced. "You... Do you really think it will work better?"

Florian smiles, satisfied to see that his plan is taking shape. "I'm sure of it. Trust us, Lily. We all want you to succeed in seducing Nate."
Elizabeth put a reassuring hand on her sister's shoulder. "Florian is right. That's the best strategy."

Finally, Lily nodded. Florian exchanged a knowing look with Elizabeth. "You'll see," Florian concludes, "Nate won't be able to resist you any longer."

An authoritative voice echoed through the house, summoning all the participants. The Game Master was waiting for them outside, his towering figure silhouetted against the twilight light. The seven participants formed a circle around him, their faces betraying a mixture of apprehension and excitement.

The Game Master, dressed in a crisp black suit, scrutinized each face in turn. His gaze lingered particularly on the four women, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

"Tonight," he announced in a deep, calm voice, "you are going to take part in a test that will test not only your physical endurance, but also your ability to manipulate and resist pleasure."
He paused, savoring the palpable tension that was settling in the group.

"Ladies," he continued, pointing to Isa, Lily, Elizabeth, and Melody, "you're going to run two miles and then climb one of the walls. But be careful, it won't be a simple race. Each wall is affiliated to one of your bodies. "

The women exchanged worried looks, wondering what awaited them.

"Each wall is equipped with very special holds," the Game Master explained, his smile widening. "They are shaped like parts of the body - breasts, buttocks, genitals, feet, mouth. Each outlet will stimulate the corresponding area on the wall owner's body. Your tight-fitting suits will transmit these sensations directly to your skin."

A collective shiver ran through the group. Melody instinctively clasped her arms around her chest, while Lily bit her lip, nervous but intrigued.

"You can choose to climb your own wall or someone else's. If you opt for an opponent's wall, you can destabilize them by overstimulating them. A fall will bring her back to the bottom and give you an advantage."

Turning to the men, the Game Master continued, "Gentlemen, you will be tied to the finish at the top of the wall, blindfolded and ears plugged. Women will have to make you to qualify. The first to will qualify his partner. For the losers, we’ll see you in the bondage room."

He then distributed the suits to the women. "Go change. As for you, gentlemen, follow me."

The four women stood on the starting line, their bodies tense with anticipation. Each wore a tight-fitting jumpsuit that perfectly fit their shapes, with the built-in sensors ready to convey every sensation.

Isa, the strongest of the group, stood straight, her determined gaze fixed on the horizon. Hier stronger build and natural stamina gave her a distinct advantage for the two-kilometre race. She was breathing deeply, mentally preparing herself for the test ahead.

Next to her, Lily was smiling confidently. Her slender and athletic body betrayed her athletic habits. She jumped lightly on the spot, eager to start, knowing that her speed could compensate for the lack of stamina against her mother.

Melody and Elizabeth, meanwhile, exchanged worried looks. Neither of them was prepared for such a physical test. Melody, particularly nervous, kept glancing at the other participants, aware of her disadvantage. Elizabeth, though equally untrained, struggled to keep a straight face, her calculating mind already searching for a strategy to compensate for her lack of fitness.

The Game Master gave the signal to start, and the four women rushed forward.

Isa immediately took the lead, her powerful and steady strides propelling her forward. Her breathing was controlled, his rhythm stable, testifying to her endurance.
Lily followed closely, her speed allowing her to stay in Isa's wake. Her movements were fluid and efficient, with each step bringing her a little closer to the climbing walls.

Behind them, Melody and Elizabeth were already struggling. Melody, short of breath, felt her legs protest against the sudden effort. Each step seemed more difficult than the last, and she could feel the distance between her and the leaders growing inexorably.

Elizabeth, though equally unprepared, tried to maintain a steady pace. Her analytical mind told her to save her energy for the climbing ahead, but the sight of her sister and mother quickly moving away pushed her to speed up in spite of herself.

As they approached the first kilometre, the hierarchy was clearly established. Isa led the race, her imposing figure standing out clearly. Lily was hot on her heels, determined not to be left behind. Melody and Elizabeth brought up the rear, already out of breath and sweating, but refusing to give up.

The women gradually arrived at the foot of the climbing walls, panting and covered in sweat. Their tight-fitting suits, soaked by effort, followed every curve of their bodies, leaving nothing to the imagination. In front of them stood four imposing structures, each bearing a photo of one of the participants.

Isa, still in the lead, glanced quickly at the walls. Her own wall terrified her a little, knowing that every hold she touched would send stimulations to her chest and feet, two areas where she knew she was particularly sensitive. But she had no choice. Isa walked towards her own wall, taking a deep breath before grabbing the first hold.

As soon as her fingers brushed the shape of a sculpted breast, a discharge of pleasure ran through her chest. Her nipples instantly hardened under her tight suit, and she had to suppress a moan. Gritting her teeth, Isa began her ascent. Each new catch was a challenge. When her feet found foot-like holds, she felt intense tickling run through her own soles of her feet. The sensation was so intense that she almost let go, but she hung on, determined not to fall, progressing slowly.

Isa's tight jumpsuit perfectly hugged every curve of her body, showcasing her generous breasts and toned legs. Her toes clenched with each new sensation, desperately looking for a stable grip.
Lily, right behind her, wasted no time. Still jealous of Melody and her closeness to Nate, she headed straight for Melody's wall. Determined to make her lose, she began her ascent, seeing that Isa was slowing down and being careful.

Lily's feet, a perfect size 35, seemed to dance on the holds. Her delicate toes wrapped around the sculpted shapes with surprising agility. Her jumpsuit, just as tight as Isa's, revealed every graceful movement of her muscles.

Melody, arriving out of breath a few seconds later, saw with horror Lily approaching her wall. In a burst of panic and revenge, she rushed to Lily's wall. "Two can play this game," she thought, determined not to let it happen.

As she was about to grab the first hold, she felt intense contact and screamed before falling to the ground. Lily had just put her fingers on the toes of a Melody hold. The sensation was so intense that Melody felt her legs give way under her.

While Lily took the lead, overtaking Isa, Melody got up and watched. She watched Lily's movements carefully, waiting for the right moment to strike. When Lily found herself in a precarious position, Melody took her chance.

With surgical precision, Melody began viciously tickling a foot-shaped hold of Lily. The effect was immediate and devastating. Lily, unfocused, burst out laughing uncontrollably. Her feet, with a decent sensitivity, reacted violently to each stimulation.

"HAHAHA! A-STOP!" Lily shouted between bursts of laughter, but Melody was ruthless.

Lily's toes clenched frantically in her suit, desperate to escape the intense sensations. But it was a wasted effort. With one last choked laugh, Lily lost her grip and fell.
Luckily, the safety harness caught up with her immediately, gently bringing her back to the ground. Lily found herself downstairs, panting and frustrated, while Melody resumed her ascent with a triumphant smile.

Elizabeth arrived at the foot of the climbing walls, slightly out of breath but determined. She quickly observed the situation and saw that Isa was in the lead, already halfway to her own wall. Without hesitation, Elizabeth walked towards Isa's wall, a calculating smile on her lips.

"Sorry, Mom," she whispered to herself, "but anything goes."

Elizabeth began her ascent with surprising agility. Her hands and feet quickly found the holds, each in the shape of Isa's private parts. As soon as she touched the first breast-shaped grip, she heard a muffled moan coming from Isa.

Isa, who had until then managed to maintain some control despite the intense sensations caused by her own wall, was caught off guard by this new wave of stimulation. Elizabeth's every movement on her wall sent discharges of pleasure through her body.

"Elizabeth!" gasped Isa, her voice trembling. "What are you doing?"

Elizabeth didn't answer, focused on her ascent. She picked up the pace, her hands and feet dancing on the holds, relentlessly stimulating Isa's erogenous zones.

Isa felt her legs weaken. Her body was overwhelmed by a cocktail of sensations - the pleasure caused by her own contact with the holds, amplified by Elizabeth's quick and precise movements. She struggled to hold her grip, her body trembling under the onslaught of stimulation.

"I... I can't..." Isa moaned, her fingers sliding lightly over a hold.

Elizabeth, seeing the effect she had on her mother, redoubled her efforts. She reached for a foot-shaped grip and stroked it deliberately, knowing how sensitive Isa's feet were.

The effect was immediate. Isa let out a cry of pleasure mixed with tickling, her body arching involuntarily. Her hands let go and she began to slide.

"No!" she shouted, but it was too late.

The safety harness activated, gently bringing her back to the ground. Isa collapsed, panting and trembling, her body still shaking from the intense sensations she had just experienced.

Elizabeth, meanwhile, continued her ascent, a triumphant smile on her lips. She had managed to eliminate her main competitor and was now second of the race. She glanced down, watching her mother trying to come to her senses.

The women were slamming the climbing walls, their sweat-glistening bodies molded into their overalls. The air was laden with moans and gasps, mingled with cries of frustration and pleasure.

The foot-shaped holds, mainly located at the bottom of the walls, were quickly passed. The participants then focused on the breast, buttock and genitals grips, which dominated the upper part of the structures.
Lily, determined to unsettle Melody, attacked her wall with almost cruel vigour. Her fingers found every sensitive grip, stimulating them mercilessly. Suddenly, she found herself in front of a female genitalia, an exact replica of Melody's intimacy.

Without hesitation, Lily pressed her mouth against the grip, her tongue dancing over the sculpted contours. The effect on Melody was immediate and devastating.

Melody let out a high-pitched scream, her body arching violently against the wall. "Oh my God!" she moaned, her legs shaking under the onslaught of intense sensations. The tight jumpsuit transmitted every movement of Lily's tongue directly to her sex, causing waves of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Lily, encouraged by her sister's reaction, redoubled her efforts. She sucked, licked, caressed the grip with ferocious determination, each movement reverberating on Melody's trembling body.

Melody struggled to maintain her grip on the wall, her body shaking in spasms of pleasure. She felt her orgasm approaching, inexorable and terrifying in its intensity. "L-Lily," she gasped, "stop... I'm going to... I'm going to..."

But Lily showed no signs of letting up. On the contrary, she seemed to take a perverse pleasure in seeing her sister struggle against her own sensations. Suddenly, Melody couldn't resist any longer. A violent orgasm washed over her, her body arching against the wall. She screamed with pleasure, her fingers contracting on her grip.

Lily, triumphant, continued her ascent, a satisfied smile on her lips. She had managed to make her sister, but Melody had held on, clinging to the wall despite the intensity of her orgasm.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth continued her ascent with determination. She was almost at the top, every movement calculated and precise. Isa, on the other hand, struggled with the intense sensations that ran through her body. Each hold she touched sent waves of pleasure through her, making her climb harder and harder.

Elizabeth reached for the last hold, in the shape of breasts. She glanced down and saw that Isa had almost caught up with Lily. Without hesitation, she pressed her mouth against the grip and began to suck it furiously.

The effect on Isa was immediate and devastating. A powerful orgasm washed over her, her body arching violently against the wall. "Oh my God!" she screamed, her legs shaking under the onslaught of pleasure. In her orgasmic trance, she lost her grip and only managed to catch herself with one hand and a foot-like grip.

Isa, panting and trembling, slowly tried to regain her posture. Each movement provoked new sensations, both erogenous and ticklish. She touched and retouched the foot-shaped grip, unable to detach herself from it despite the laughter and moans that escaped her.

"I... I have to... hold on," she gasped between bursts of laughter and pleasure.

In a last ditch effort, Isa tried to grab onto the toes of the grip. But her fingers slipped, involuntarily caressing the entire sole of the foot. This stimulation was too intense. With a scream of frustration and pleasure, Isa completely lost her grip and fell.

The safety harness activated immediately, gently bringing her back to the ground. Isa collapsed, her body still shaking from post-orgasmic spasms, a mixture of shame and excitement on her face.
Elizabeth, having reached the top, looked down with a triumphant smile. She had managed to eliminate her mother and was now in the lead of the race. Lily, just below her, seemed torn between the frustration of having been overwhelmed and the satisfaction of having made her sister.

Melody, determined to gain the advantage, redoubled her efforts on Lily's wall. Her eyes frantically peered at the holds, looking for an opportunity. Suddenly, she spotted a hold in the shape of a female genitalia and didn't hesitate for a second.

With surgical precision, Melody pressed her mouth against the grip, her tongue dancing over the sculpted contours. Simultaneously, she pushed two fingers into the opening, mimicking penetration. The effect on Lily was immediate and devastating.

"Oh my God!" Lily moaned, her body arching violently against the wall.

But Melody didn't stop there. Using her right foot with surprising dexterity, she found a grip in the shape of a buttock and began to gently stimulate the area representing the anus. This double stimulation was too intense for Lily.

Lily felt her arms and legs weaken. She struggled to maintain her grip, her body shaking with spasms of pleasure. "M-Melody," she gasped, "stop... I'm going to... I'm going to..."
Melody intensified her efforts, her tongue and fingers working frantically on the sex form, while her foot continued its gentle torture.

Suddenly, Lily couldn't resist any longer. A violent orgasm washed over her, her body arching against the wall. She screamed with pleasure, her fingers sliding lightly over the holds.

Trembling and disoriented, Lily tried to pull herself together. She managed to regroup her forces and began to pull herself up again. But Melody, merciless, immediately resumed her assault.

This time, it was too much for Lily. With a last moan of frustration and pleasure mingled, she completely lost her grip and fell.

The safety harness activated instantly, gently bringing her back to the ground. Lily collapsed, her body still shaking from post-orgasmic spasms. Melody, triumphant, accelerated her ascent.

Elizabeth, panting and covered in sweat, reached the top of the climbing wall. Her gaze quickly swept the platform, stopping on the three men tied in an X shape on tables. Adrien, Nate and Florian were naked, vulnerable, their eyes blindfolded and their ears covered with noise-cancelling headphones. A shiver of excitement ran through her body at the sight.

Her gaze lingered on Florian, her cousin, whose weaknesses she knew intimately. Then, her eyes fell on Nate, knowing that he had become particularly sensitive and precocious because of the hypnosis he had undergone. An idea germinated in her mind: with Nate, she could get a quick victory.

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, weighing her options. She would have liked to keep Nate for Lily, but her sister was still at the bottom of the walls, struggling to climb. The decision was quickly made.
With quick and precise gestures, Elizabeth removed the boots from her suit, exposing her perfectly groomed feet. She approached Nate, a predatory smile on her lips.

Without hesitation, she began to caress Nate's dick with her feet. Her toes danced deftly along her length, alternating between light caresses and firmer pressures. Elizabeth was using all her footjob expertise, determined to make Nate as quickly as possible.

Nate, plunged into darkness and silence, was taken by surprise when he suddenly felt his being manipulated. The sensation was intense, electrifying. His mind, deprived of visual and auditory cues, began to wander. Was it Melody, with her newly hypersensitive feet? Or maybe Isa, with her experience and pent-up passion? Or Lily, bold and provocative?

These thoughts only increased his excitement. His dick was rapidly hardening under the expert caresses, drops of pre-seminal fluid already beading at its tip.

Elizabeth watched with satisfaction Nate's reactions. She could see her body tense, her hips moving involuntarily, seeking more contact. She intensified her movements, using the soles of her feet to massage Nate's full length, then her toes to stimulate the sensitive glans.
Nate was panting, lost in a whirlwind of sensations. Without his eyes and ears, every touch was amplified, every caress sent waves of pleasure through his body. He felt his orgasm approaching quickly, unable to hold back.

Elizabeth, sensing that Nate was near, redoubled her efforts. Her feet worked in perfect synchronization, one massaging Nate's testicles while the other stimulated his sex with surgical precision.

Melody finally reached the top of the climbing wall, panting and covered in sweat. Her triumph was short-lived when she saw the scene unfolding before her. Elizabeth was there, her perfectly manicured feet skillfully caressing Nate's sex. Nate's face was contorted with pleasure, his hips involuntarily moving against Elizabeth's feet.

A whirlwind of emotions overwhelmed Melody. Jealousy burned in her chest, mixed with intense frustration. Seeing Elizabeth in such an intimate position with Nate, the man she had once loved and that she desired, struck her like a punch. Part of her was furious, hurt by what she perceived as a betrayal. But another, more pragmatic part of her realized that this simplified its choice.

Without further hesitation, Melody walked towards Adrien. She began to remove her boots, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and apprehension. Once her feet were bare, she approached Adrien, who was still tied up and deprived of his senses.

With a boldness she didn't know she had, Melody placed her feet on Adrien's face. She immediately felt her warm, wet tongue eagerly explore every inch of her soles of her feet. However, instead of the expected pleasure, Melody was overwhelmed by an unbearable tickling sensation.

An uncontrollable laugh exploded from his throat. "HAHAHA! ADRI-HAHAHA-EN!" She was screaming with laughter, her body struggling frantically. "ST-OHOHOP!"

Adrien, unable to see or hear, continued his exploration, unconscious of the effect he was provoking. Her tongue danced on Melody's feet, causing waves of tickles that made her writhe with laughter.
Melody struggled desperately to hold her position, but each lick of Adrien's tongue sent unbearable waves of tickling through her body.

"I-HAHAHA- PLIHIHIHI-SE!" begged Melody between bursts of laughter. "IT'S TOR-HAHAHA-TURE!"

Her toes, varnished in immaculate white, danced and squirmed in all directions, desperately trying to escape the intense sensations. But each move only encouraged Adrien to intensify his attention.
Melody was trapped between her desire to make Adrien cum and the unbearable torture of tickling. Her body was shaken in uncontrollable spasms, her face red and covered with tears of laughter. She struggled to breathe between her bursts of laughter, each new sensation of Adrien's tongue on her feet causing a new wave of painful hilarity.

Despite the torture, Melody struggled to keep her feet in place, knowing that this was the only way to make Adrien. It was a constant battle between her instinct to run away from tickles and her determination to finish the ordeal.

Isa finally reached the top of the wall, panting and covered in sweat. The scene that presented itself to her froze her in place. Elizabeth was in front of Nate, her delicate feet covered in the latter's still hot cum. Nate, his body arched, was still shaking from the last spasms of his orgasm.

Isa's heart sank painfully. A wave of jealousy and anger washed over her, mixed with a pent-up desire that threatened to consume her. "How dare she?" she thought, her fists clenching involuntarily.

Elizabeth, however, didn't seem to want to stop. Her movements were frenetic, almost desperate, as if she were caught in a trance from which she could not escape. Isa recognized that gleam in her eyes, that of a woman lost in her own pleasure.

Scanning the scene with her eyes, Isa saw that only Florian was still available. Her stomach knotted at the thought. "No," she thought, "not him. Not my nephew." But the fear of hypnosis, of what it could do to her if she lost, paralyzed her.

Summoning up her courage, Isa walked toward Elizabeth. "Elizabeth!" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger and frustration. "Let go of Nate immediately!"

Elizabeth stopped abruptly, as if out of a dream. She looked at her mother, then at Nate, confusion on her face.

At that moment, Lily made it to the top, her face decomposing at the sight of post-orgasmic Nate. Fury distorted his delicate features. "Elizabeth!" she yelled, rushing to her sister. "How could you?"

Elizabeth, still disoriented, stammered, "I... I did it for you, Lily. If it wasn't me, someone else would have gotten it."

Lily seemed to hesitate, torn between anger and gratitude. Elizabeth took the opportunity to whisper to her: "Go quickly on Florian. There is still a chance."

But before Lily could react, the Game Master's voice rang out: "There are still two men in the running..."

His sentence was brutally interrupted by a burst of hysterical laughter. Everyone turned to see Melody, her face covered with a few jets of Adrien's semen, sliding off the table in a mixture of laughter and moans.

Isa, determined not to finish last, rushed to Florian. His body was already shaking with anticipation and pent-up excitement. However, halfway through, a wave of intense and unexpected pleasure overwhelmed her brutally.

Elizabeth, in a final act of defiance, frantically pursued a breast-shaped hold on Isa's wall. Her nimble fingers danced on the artificial nipple, pinching, caressing, tickling it relentlessly. The effect on Isa was devastating.

An involuntary moan escaped Isa's lips as she collapsed to her knees, her body shaking in unwanted spasms of pleasure. Her breasts, which had become hypersensitive from the repeated stimulation, seemed to catch fire under her tight suit. Elizabeth's every movement on the hold sent electric shocks directly into her chest.

"No... not now," Isa gasped, struggling desperately to stay in control. Her mind was at war with his treacherous body, which reacted with frightening intensity to every stimulation.

Despite her determination, Isa felt her orgasm approaching inexorably. Her hardened nipples rubbed painfully against the fabric of her suit, adding to the exquisite torture she was undergoing.

Meanwhile, Lily had reached Florian. The young man, blinded by his blindfold and deaf because of his helmet, did not realize what was happening around him. Lily, taking advantage of the situation, began to stimulate Florian with her feet, her toes skilfully dancing on his hardened.

Isa, still on her knees and trembling with pleasure, saw the scene unfold before her. She tried to get up, to crawl towards Florian, but each movement only intensified the sensations that overwhelmed her.

Suddenly, Florian reached orgasm. His body tensed, his hips lifting involuntarily as he broke free on Lily's feet. Isa watched helplessly as his cum splashed onto her daughter's delicate toes.

It was too much for Isa. With a muffled scream, she succumbed to her own orgasm. Her body was shaken in violent spasms, her breasts seeming to explode with pleasure. She collapsed completely on the floor, panting and defeated.
Elizabeth, seeing the result of her actions, could not help smiling with satisfaction. She had managed to prevent her mother from reaching Florian, condemning her to finish last.

The Game Master declared the game over. "Ladies, go change," he ordered. The women left the room, leaving the men behind. The women, exhausted and covered with sweat, went to their rooms to change. Isa, in particular, felt deeply disturbed. His thoughts were filled with fear and trauma at the thought of returning to the bondage room. It was as if an immense weight weighed on her. She knew that Lily and Elizabeth had manipulated her, had pushed her into this situation, and it filled her with anger. Her rage against them was seething, but she also felt vulnerable, knowing that she had no choice but to go back.

As they changed, Melody looked at her mother, noticing her tormented look. After a few moments of silence, she broke the ice:

"Are you okay, Mom?" asked Melody softly.

Isa shook her head, her hands shaking slightly as she tried to remove her tight suit. "No, I'm not well. Lily and Elizabeth betrayed me. They condemned me to go back to this damn room... Her voice broke for a moment, but it quickly resumed, her tone hardening. "They will not stop there. They want to dominate this house, and we are their next targets. »

Melody nodded, feeling a surge of solidarity. "You're right. They have clearly joined forces, and they will stop at nothing to get what they want, especially Lily. But we must not remain passive. We have to defend ourselves. »

Isa looked at Melody, appreciating the determination in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth and Lily were changing on their own. The silence between them was heavy, laden with things left unsaid. Finally, Lily, who had kept her frustration to herself until then, exploded:

"Why did you make Nate cum ?! That was my role! I was the one who should have been with him, not you! »

Elizabeth sighed, as she continued to fold laundry, her calm tone contrasting with her sister's agitation. "I know you're angry, but listen to me. If I hadn't done it, Mom or Melody would have done it. And believe me, you wouldn't have liked that. Do you really want one of them to get ahead of you with Nate? »

Lily paused for a moment, frowning, but without answering. Elizabeth took the opportunity to continue, her tone becoming more persuasive: "I don't want Nate. It's you who wants it. But in this house, if you don't take your chance, someone else will. So, tell me... Would you have preferred it to be Mom or Melody who made him cum? They're clearly interested in him, you know. »

Lily looked down, thinking about what Elizabeth had just said. She knew she was right. Melody and Isa had been overshadowing him, and the thought that they could win Nate's attention terrified her. "No... You're probably right. It was... the best thing to do. »

Elizabeth smiled slightly, satisfied to see that her sister was calming down. "Exactly. We have to stay together, Lily. Together, we are stronger than them. »

The four women joined the Game Master who was standing next to the three men, who were dressed again. The atmosphere was charged with tension and curiosity, everyone wondering who had made them won.

The Game Master spoke, an enigmatic smile on his lips. "Nate was the first one to cum," he announced. "

Nate stood there, impatient and nervous, his mind still clouded from the intensity of the orgasm he had just experienced. The sensations were still vivid in his memory - the incredible softness of the feet that had caressed him, the almost surgical precision of each movement. He remembered the silky texture of the skin against his, the way the toes had wrapped around him with surprising dexterity.

His gaze swept over the faces of Lily, Melody and Isa in turn, looking for a clue, a sign that would betray the identity of the one who had given him such pleasure. Lily, with her innocent look but her eyes shining with desire. Melody, whose talents he knew intimately. Isa, with her experience and mature sensuality. Each one could have been responsible for this extraordinary footjob.

Suddenly, Elizabeth stepped forward and came to stand next to him. Nate felt his heart race, a wave of surprise and excitement overwhelming him.

The Game Master confirmed what Nate was beginning to realize: "The winners are Nate and Elizabeth."

Nate couldn't believe it. Elizabeth? The cold and calculating footphobic Elizabeth? He would never have imagined that she could be the source of such a sensual experience.

Elizabeth leaned over to him, a mischievous smile on her lips. She whispered in his ear, her low, seductive voice, "If you're a good boy, you might get more." Nate shuddered at these words, his body reacting in spite of himself.

These revelations increased Nate's desire. He could feel Elizabeth's excitement, her newly awakened libido seeming to radiate from her. The idea that she had while dominating him added an exciting dimension to their interaction.

Elizabeth, under the influence of hypnosis that made her more submissive after orgasm, felt her attraction to Nate growing. She looked at him differently now, noting the strength of his arms, the curve of his jaw, the intensity of his gaze. Her body reacted to his proximity in a way she had never experienced before. She had never before handled such a big penis and while dominating it.

Nate, on the other hand, couldn't help but think about the footjob. Now that he knew it was Elizabeth, every detail took on a new meaning. The precision of her movements, the softness of her skin, the way she had known exactly how to stimulate it - all of this matched Elizabeth's meticulous personality perfectly.

The atmosphere between them was charged with palpable sexual tension. Nate found himself imagining other scenarios with Elizabeth, other ways she could use her feet to dominate and satisfy him. The idea of being her "good boy" turned him on in ways he never thought possible.

Elizabeth, meanwhile, felt her body react to Nate's closeness in a new and exciting way. She wanted to touch him, to explore him, to discover all the ways she could make him cum. Her libido, so long repressed, seemed more and more uncontrollable.

The Game Master spoke, his voice echoing through the room. "Adrien is the second to have come. His partner is Melody."

Adrien felt an intense relief come over him. A smile appeared on his lips as he glanced at Melody. Their relationship had been put to the test lately, and this announcement gave him hope. He was grateful that, despite everything, she had chosen him.

Melody, on the other hand, had a mixed expression. She was relieved to be among the first, but a part of her couldn't help but think of Nate.

"In third place," continued the Game Master, "we have Florian and Lily."

Florian nodded, satisfied. But what really caught his attention was the implicit announcement that was to follow. His eyes fell on Isa, a carnivorous smile on his face.

Isa, understanding what this meant to her, began to tremble visibly. She was the last, the most vulnerable.

The Game Master continued, "Here are the rewards. Each pair will be able to choose a person with a lower ranking, take him or her to the bondage room, choose a hypnosis to be applied to the victim before being able to punish him or her tied up in a way related to hypnosis. Thus, this hypnosis will anchor the sensations received in the victim's mind. You have 2 hours to tell me your choice regarding the content of the hypnosis and the unfortunate fellow."

Melody and Isa found themselves in a quiet corner of the house, joined shortly after by Nate. The atmosphere was tense, laden with anxiety and suspicion.

"Nate," Isa began, her voice trembling, "we need to tell you about what happened during the climbing game."

They told her in detail about the events, leaving no details out of Lily and Elizabeth's actions. Nate listened intently, his face hardening as the story unfolded.

"It's Florian's work," he finally says, his fists clenched. "I've seen Elizabeth change in the last few days. He must be behind all this."

"We should choose him as a victim for hypnosis," Nate suggested, but Isa and Melody shook their heads.

"No," Melody said firmly. "Florian is trustworthy. He helped us."

Nate looked at them in disbelief. "Don't you see that he's manipulating you?"

Isa chimed in, her voice trembling. "I... I'm afraid, Nate. Elizabeth is untouchable this round, but Adrien..."

At the mention of Adrien, Nate's face darkens. The memory of the humiliating session that Adrian had subjected Isa to made a wave of rage rise in him.

"Adrien," he growled. "We should propose it to Elizabeth. She will dominate him, that's for sure."

Melody immediately intervened. "No! He's my boyfriend, Nate. You don't have to take revenge on him."

Nate looked at her for a moment, then sighed. "You're right. But Elizabeth will probably want to dominate him anyway."

He thought for a moment, then proposed: "What if we imposed hypnosis on him to keep him away from Isa? It would protect him from Elizabeth and it would reassure Isa."

Melody hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Okay. As long as it doesn't hurt him."

Isa seemed relieved. "Thank you, Nate. I'll feel safer that way."

Nate nodded, satisfied that he had found a compromise. Nate looked for Elizabeth and found her alone in her room. He knocked softly on the half-open door.

"Elizabeth? Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked.

Elizabeth looked up in surprise. "Of course, Nate. Come in."

Nate sat on the edge of the bed, uncomfortable. "I spoke with Melody and Isa," he began. "They told me what happened during the game."

Elizabeth nodded, her face betraying no emotion.

"Listen," Nate continued, "I know you have the right to choose who to hypnotize. But I have a proposal for you."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I'm listening to you."

"I think we should choose Adrien," Nate said. "And hypnotize him to keep him away from Isa."

Elizabeth was silent for a moment, reflecting. "Why Adrien?" she finally asked.

Nate hesitated. "I... I saw how he treated Isa. She's afraid of him now. And I think you'd probably want to dominate him anyway, right?"

A faint smile appeared on Elizabeth's lips. "You're not wrong," she admitted. "But why this hypnosis in particular?"

"That would reassure Isa," Nate explained. "And that would give us an advantage over him."

Elizabeth nodded slowly. "I see," she said. "That's an interesting idea, Nate. But I can't make a decision like that on the spot. I need to think about it."

"Of course," Nate agreed. "Take your time. Just let me know what you decide, okay?"

Elizabeth discreetly approached the room where Florian and Lily were talking. She could hear their voices through the half-open door.

"We have to keep her away from Nate!" insisted Lily, her voice betraying her jealousy. "She doesn't stop flirting with him with her big tits!"

Florian shook his head. "No, it's not a good idea. We have to be more subtle."

Elizabeth noticed how Lily was gradually submitting to Florian, probably because of a previous hypnosis. Florian seemed to play on Lily's possessive jealousy of Nate to manipulate her.

"But..." Lily began, before being interrupted by Florian.

"Listen to me," he said in a soft but firm voice. "You can't just take her away from Nate. That would be too obvious."

Elizabeth chooses this moment to enter. "Maybe I have a solution," she said, drawing the attention of the other two.

"Elizabeth!" exclaimed Lily, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I overheard your conversation," Elizabeth replied. "And I think I have an idea that could satisfy everyone."

Florian looked at her with interest. "We are listening to you."

"Since Isa seems to be using her breasts to seduce Nate," Elizabeth began, "why not hypnotize her so that doesn't happen again?"

Lily seemed to think about the idea, while Florian smiled slightly. Elizabeth knew that Florian probably had other plans in mind, perhaps related to Isa's feet, but he couldn't say it openly in front of Lily.

"It might work," Florian said slowly. "But what kind of hypnosis exactly?"

Elizabeth smiled. "During the games, I was able to check the sensitivity of Mom's breasts. I think I have the perfect hypnosis."

"And what would be the associated punishment?" asked Lily, curious.

"Well," replied Elizabeth, "punishment should be in accordance with hypnosis. I think I have an idea that would work perfectly."

Florian nodded, visibly satisfied. "Very good. Tell us your idea."

Elizabeth began to explain her plan. After the discussion, Lily, satisfied, left the room, leaving Elizabeth and Florian alone.

"That was a great idea, Elizabeth," Florian whispered, a satisfied smile on his lips. "I can't wait to see how it plays out."

Elizabeth turned to Florian, her eyes shining with excitement. "Nate came up with an idea to seduce Adrien," she began. "What do you think?"

Florian smiled, satisfied to see Elizabeth seeking his approval. "Tell me everything," he replied in a soft voice.

Elizabeth explained Nate's plan, literally drinking in Florian's words as he pondered. Finally, he nodded.

"It's a good basis," he says, "but we can go further. You should anchor in him an addiction to your footjobs. Make sure that every time he thinks about Isa or feet, he only keeps yours in mind, and what they did to him."

Elizabeth's eyes lit up at the idea. She felt a wave of excitement wash over her. "It's brilliant," she whispered, her body reacting to the mere thought of dominating Adrien this way.

Meanwhile, Melody and Adrien were in the middle of a debate. Adrien disagreed with Lily's ideas that revolved around Nate and Lily's separation. However, he wanted Nate to fall back on her, leaving his relationship in peace.

They couldn't agree. Suddenly, Adrien had an idea.

"Do you remember Simon Says' game?" he asked. "What about what Lily said she did with Nate?"

Melody nodded, intrigued.

"What if we forced Lily to take gentler approaches?" proposed Adrien. "We could hypnotize her so that as soon as she wants to take Nate into the bondage room or seduce him with tickles, she feels a great fear of the tickling that could be inflicted on her."

Melody thought for a moment, then smiled. "It's perfect," she says. "It will slow her down without completely separating her from Nate."

They finally agreed.

Elizabeth found Nate alone and approached him. "I accept your deal," she said without preamble. "We will keep Adrien away from Florian, but it will be to my advantage."

Nate looked at her, surprised but interested. "What do you mean?"

"I will choose hypnosis," Elizabeth explained. "But you must promise to let me carry out the punishment alone."

Nate hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay," he said. "I’ll let you."

The Game Master summoned Florian, Isa, and Lily to the bondage room. Isa, visibly nervous, flatly refused to enter. Her body trembled slightly, betraying her fear and apprehension." I can't," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't want to go back into that room."

The Game Master, impassive, stared at Isa. His voice suddenly became soft and melodious. "Isa, look me in the eye," he ordered calmly. Despite her initial resistance, Isa couldn't help but obey. As soon as her eyes met those of the Game Master, she felt her mind foggy. Her will was crumbling rapidly, replaced by a strange docility.

"You're going to enter this room, Isa," the Game Master whispered. "You'll feel calm and safe."

Like a puppet, Isa nodded and walked into the bondage room, her face now expressionless. Once inside, the Game Master turned to Florian and Lily. "Have you chosen your hypnosis?" he asked.

Florian and Lily exchanged a knowing look before nodding. Florian spoke, his voice imbued with barely contained excitement.

“Yes," he said. "We want Isa to be unable to use her chest as a mean of seduction. With each attempt on her part to highlight her breasts to seduce someone, she will immediately feel intense sensations of tickling and pleasure, as if feathers are brushing against her breasts in an unbearable way. This sensation will increase in intensity to the point of becoming torture, forcing her to stop any attempt to seduce her breasts."

The Game Master looked at them intently. "Are you sure of your choice?" he asked, his tone serious.

Lily and Florian nodded without hesitation. "Yes," they replied in unison.

Without another word, the Game Master walked over to Isa. With precise and effective gestures, he tied her to the bondage table, leaving her topless and vulnerable. Isa, still in a trance-like state, did not resist. The Game Master then began the hypnosis process, his voice becoming soft and melodious again.

"Isa, listen carefully to my words. From now on, whenever you try to use your breasts to seduce someone, you will immediately feel intense sensations of tickling and pleasure on your breasts. These sensations will be so strong that they will quickly become unbearable, forcing you to stop any attempt to seduce you by your breasts." He paused, letting his words sink deep into Isa's mind.

"Moreover," he added, "you will feel on your chest what you will feel in this room today. These sensations will become an integral part of hypnosis."

Florian and Lily watched the scene with a mixture of fascination and excitement. They could see Isa's body subtly reacting to the Game Master's words, slight shivers running down her bare skin. Once the hypnosis was over, the Game Master went to a corner of the room. He returned with a cart on which rested a varied assortment of feathers of all sizes and textures.

Without a word, he placed it next to the table where Isa was tied." I'll leave you now," he said, walking to the door. "Use these feathers as you see fit. Remember, whatever Isa feels here will become part of the hypnosis."

With these words, he left the room, closing the door behind him with a final click. A heavy silence settled in the room. Florian and Lily looked at each other, a glimmer of anticipation in their eyes. Isa, slowly coming out of her trance, began to become aware of her situation. Her eyes widened in horror when she realized she was tied up and half-naked.

Florian slowly approached her, his heart pounding with anticipation. His eyes swept avidly over Isa's generous breast, noting every curve, every quiver. He could almost feel the softness of her skin under his fingers, imagining the feeling of hardened nipples against his palms.

"Isa," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, "you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment."

Isa shuddered, a mixture of fear and involuntary excitement coursing through her body. She was painfully aware of her vulnerability, tied up and exposed in front of her nephew and daughter.

Lily, on the other hand, watched the scene with clinical detachment. Her only goal was to keep Isa away from Nate, no matter the cost. She chose a particularly soft feather and handed it to Florian.

"Start slowly," she advised. "We want her to feel every sensation."

Florian took the pen, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement. He slowly brought it to Isa's chest, savoring the anticipation. At the first touch, Isa jumped violently, a muffled moan escaping her lips.

"Oh my God," she gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.

The feather danced on her skin, tracing circles around her breasts, gradually approaching the most sensitive areas. Isa squirmed, torn between the desire to escape these sensations and the desire to have more.

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "Stop... it's too much..."

Florian watched every reaction with fascination. He could see Isa's nipples hardening in spite of herself, her breathing becoming more and more erratic. He intensified his movements, focusing his attention on the hypersensitive areolas.

Isa couldn't hold back a cry of pleasure mixed with frustration. Her body betrayed her will, reacting intensely to each caress of the pen. She could feel her arousal rising, a familiar warmth spreading through her lower abdomen.

"Hahaha! No, not there!" she suddenly exclaimed, a nervous laugh escaping her lips as Florian tickled the underside of her breasts.

Lily, observing the scene, felt a hint of satisfaction. She could see Isa gradually losing control, her body reacting to the stimuli in spite of herself. It was exactly what she wanted: to render Isa's chest unusable as a weapon of seduction.

Florian alternated between gentle caresses and more intense tickling. He traced intricate patterns on Isa's skin, dwelling on areas he knew were particularly sensitive. Whenever Isa seemed to get used to a sensation, he would change pace or intensity, constantly keeping her on a knife's edge between pleasure and torture.

"Oh Lord," Isa moaned, her body arching involuntarily. "I can't... it's too intense..."

Florian smiled, savoring the power he had over her. He leaned over, whispering in her ear, "Let yourself go, Isa. You know you want to."

These words seemed to break something in Isa. With a cry of frustration and pleasure mingled, she felt her excitement reach new heights. Her body stretched like a bow, seeking more contact in spite of herself.

"Hahaha! No, please!" she cried, laughing and moaning at the same time as Florian intensified his tickling.

Lily watched the scene with a mixture of fascination and disgust. She could see the hypnosis taking effect, deeply anchoring these sensations in Isa's mind. From now on, every time Isa tried to use her breasts to seduce, she would relive those intense sensations.

Florian, emboldened by Isa's reactions, took a second pen. He began to stimulate both her breasts simultaneously, alternating between gentle caresses and more intense tickles. Isa was writhing on the table, unable to escape this double onslaught of sensations.

"Oh my God, oh my God," she repeated like a litany, her voice broken by laughter and moaning. "I can't... It's too much... hahaha!"

Florian could feel his own desire skyrocketing. To see Isa like this, completely at his mercy, losing control under his caresses, was intoxicating. He intensified her movements even more, determined to push her beyond her limits.

"You're gorgeous like this, Isa," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Surrender to the pleasure."

Isa frantically shook her head, struggling against her own body. But each caress, each tickle, brought her closer to the point of no return. She could feel her orgasm approaching, inexorable and terrifying in its intensity.

"No, no, no," she moaned, but her body was saying yes. Her hips moved on their own, looking for more contact, more stimulation.

Lily, seeing that Isa was on the verge of orgasm, intervened. She took a stiffer feather and began to tickle the sides of Isa's breasts intensely. The effect was immediate: Isa burst into an uncontrollable laugh, her body writhing under the onslaught of tickling.

"HAHAHA! A-STOP!" she shouted between bursts of laughter. But Florian and Lily were ruthless. They continued their tickling, alternating between the sides, the underside and the top of Isa's breasts. Each area seemed to have its own sensitivity, provoking different but equally intense reactions.

Isa was laughing and crying at the same time, her body shaking in uncontrollable spasms. She was pulling on her bonds, desperately trying to escape this exquisite torture. But each movement only accentuated the sensations, the feathers dancing on her hypersensitive skin.

"I'm begging you," she gasped between bursts of laughter. "I can't anymore... hahaha... it's too intense..."

Florian, excited by Isa's reactions, intensified his actions even more. He was now using multiple feathers at once, creating a whirlwind of sensations on Isa's chest. Isa's laughter and moans mingled, creating a symphony of pleasure and torture.

Lily, seeing that hypnosis was firmly taking root, decided to intervene one last time. She took a feather and began to stimulate Isa's nipples with precise and deliberate movements. The effect was immediate: Isa let out a cry of pleasure, her body arching under the intense stimulation.

"Oh my God!" she cried, her voice rising to the high pitch. "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

Florian and Lily intensified their efforts, pushing Isa closer and closer to the edge. Her body trembled violently, torn between the need to escape these sensations and the desire to reach the orgasm that was building up in her.

"Let yourself go, Isa," Florian whispered in her ear. "Enjoy for us."

These words were the straw that broke the camel's back. With a cry that mixed pleasure and frustration, Isa fell into an orgasm of an intensity she had never known. His body tensed like a bow, shaken by violent spasms. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, each one more intense than the last.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she repeated, her voice broken by sobs of pleasure.

Florian and Lily didn't stop, continuing to stimulate her chest throughout her orgasm. Each caress, each tickle prolonged and intensified the sensations, pushing Isa beyond her limits.

Isa's orgasm seemed to last an eternity. When it finally began to fade, she collapsed on the table, panting and trembling. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, her breasts reddened from the intense stimulation.

Florian stepped back, admiring his work. Isa lay there, completely defeated, her body still shaken by residual spasms. He knew that hypnosis was now firmly rooted in her. From now on, every time she tried to use her breasts to seduce, she would relive those intense sensations, that mixture of pleasure and torture.

Florian and Lily left the room, leaving Isa alone with her thoughts.

The Game Master summoned Melody, Adrien, and Lily to the bondage room. The atmosphere was heavy, charged with anticipation and tension. Lily, oblivious to what lay ahead, entered the room with slight apprehension.

The Game Master turned to Melody and Adrien. "You have chosen your hypnosis," he said in a deep voice. "As soon as she wants to take Nate into the bondage room or seduce him with tickles, she'll feel a great fear of reliving the torture she's going to experience now in that room."

Lily felt a shiver run through her body at these words. Before she could protest, the Game Master began hypnosis. Heisvoice became soft, melodious, and Lily felt her mind foggy. When she regained consciousness, she was tied in X, naked and vulnerable.

Adrien slowly approached Lily's feet, his eyes shining with a predatory glow. Lily's feet, size 35, were a true masterpiece of delicacy and sensuality. The skin was almost translucent pallor, soft as silk to the touch. Every curve, every hollow seemed sculpted to perfection. The arch was high and graceful, creating a sensual line that invited touch.

Lily's toes, thin and elegant, were perfectly aligned. Each of them was like a small work of art, with carefully manicured nails and varnished a deep, shiny black that contrasted beautifully with the pallor of her skin. A silver anklet adorned her left ankle, adding an extra touch of sensuality.

Adrien began by pouring perfumed oil on Lily's feet, his hands gently massaging the silky skin to distribute the liquid. Lily shivered at the touch, her toes clenching involuntarily.

Meanwhile, Melody approached Lily's upper body, a mischievous smile on her lips. She began to lightly tickle Lily's ribs, her fingers dancing on the sensitive skin.
Lily couldn't hold back a chuckle, her body squirming in its bonds. "No, stop," she begged, but her protests fell on deaf ears.

Adrien took out a small brush with soft bristles and began to slide it along the soles of Lily's feet. The sensation was both sweet and unbearably ticklish. Lily burst out laughing uncontrollably, her toes clenching and relaxing frantically.

"Oh my God! No! Stop!" she shouted, her body shaking in uncontrollable spasms.
Melody intensified her tickles, her fingers finding every sensitive spot on Lily's chest and arms. She lingered particularly on the armpits, causing her sister to howl with laughter.

Adrien, encouraged by Lily's reactions, moved on to a more intense tool. He took a small electric toothbrush and turned it on. The buzzing of the device made Lily shiver with anticipation.
As soon as the vibrating hairs touched the sole of her right foot, Lily howled with laughter. The sensation was unbearable, thousands of intense tingles running down her foot. Her toes danced frantically, desperate to escape the torture.

"HAHAHA! NO! PLEASE!" she cried, her body writhing violently in its bonds.
Melody, seeing Lily's condition, decided to move up a gear. She took a small vibrator out of her pocket and started to run it over Lily's breasts. Lily's nipples immediately hardened under the stimulation, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Lily moaned, her body torn between laughter and pleasure. "No... not that..." She gasped, but her body betrayed her growing excitement.

Adrien continued his assault on Lily's feet. He alternated between the electric toothbrush, his fingers, and a soft feather that he danced between his toes. Each new tool provoked a different, but equally intense, reaction.

"Look how beautiful your feet are," he whispered, admiring the way Lily's toes were wiggling. "The black polish makes them even sexier."

Lily couldn't answer, lost in a whirlwind of sensations. Her laughter had turned into a series of hiccups and moans, her body unable to decide whether she felt pleasure or torture.

Melody intensified her attention on Lily's upper body. She pinched her nipples lightly, pulling them gently before releasing them. Then, without warning, she began to lick them, her tongue tracing circles around the hardened ends.

Lily moaned louder, her body arching in spite of herself. She felt a familiar warmth rising inside her, her excitement growing despite the torture of tickling.
Adrien, noticing her growing excitement, decided to take things further. He took Lily's left foot and began sucking on her toes, one by one. His tongue danced between them, caressing them, teasing them.

"Oh my God," Lily gasped, her body trembling with mixed desire and laughter.
Melody smiles, satisfied to see her sister lose control. She increased the power of the vibrator, making it slowly descend towards Lily's sex.

"No," Lily moaned, but her body was saying yes. Her hips moved on their own, seeking more contact.

Adrien continued his assault on Lily's feet. He was now rubbing her feet against each other, creating a delicious and ticklish friction at the same time. His fingers danced on the arches of her foot, causing waves of laughter and pleasure.
"Your feet are so perfect," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Look how your toes dance. It's magnificent."

Lily could only moan in response. Her body was on fire, every nerve seeming to vibrate with unbearable intensity. She felt her orgasm approaching, inexorable and terrifying in its intensity.

Melody, sensing that her sister was near, intensified her efforts. She pressed the vibrator directly against Lily's clitoris, holding it firmly in place despite the frantic movements of her hips.

"Come on, little sister," she whispered in Lily's ear. "Enjoy it for us. Show us how much you love it."

Adrien, for his part, had taken up the electric toothbrush again. He slowly ran it over each of Lily's toes, lingering on the most sensitive areas. The contrast between the pleasure of the vibrator and the torture of the tickles was almost unbearable.

Lily felt her orgasm rising, inexorable as the tide. She struggled, unwilling to give in, but her body betrayed her every second.

"I don't want to... I can't..." she moaned, her body trembling violently.
But Adrien and Melody were ruthless. They intensified their efforts, pushing Lily closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, orgasm hit Lily with devastating force. Her body tensed like a bow, her toes tensing violently one last time. Waves of intense pleasure washed over her, leaving her trembling and panting.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she repeated like a litany, her body shaking in uncontrollable spasms.

But Adrien and Melody didn't stop. They continued their stimulations, prolonging Lily's orgasm far beyond her usual limits.

Lily was screaming now, her body torn between pleasure and pain. Each new wave of orgasm seemed more intense than the last, leaving her defenseless and completely at their mercy.

"Please," she begged between sobs of pleasure. "I can't take it anymore..."

But her torturers were ruthless. They continued their assault, pushing Lily into a state of total sensory overload.

Lily's feet were sensitive, each touch causing violent spasms throughout her body. Adrien took the opportunity to intensify his tickling, now using a small feather to trace intricate patterns on the soles of his feet.

Lily screamed with laughter and pleasure, her body writhing violently in its bonds. Her toes danced frantically, the black varnish shining in the harsh light of the room.

Melody, on the other hand, had increased the vibrator's power to the maximum. She pressed it firmly against Lily's clitoris, ignoring her cries and pleas.

Lily's orgasm seemed to never end. Every time she thought she had reached her peak, a new wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her shaky and helpless.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Adrien and Melody stopped. Lily collapsed on the table, her body covered in sweat and shaken in residual spasms.



The Master of the game summoned Adrien, Nate, and Elizabeth into the room. As they entered, Adrien found himself swiftly bound in a Y-position on the table, his naked form exposed. The Master turned to Nate and Elizabeth, inquiring about their chosen hypnosis. Nate remained silent, deferring to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth stepped forward, her voice confident and sultry. "Make it so that whenever Adrien thinks of Isa or feet, he'll only remember mine and what they've done to him." The Master nodded, proceeding to hypnotize Adrien.

Nate watched intently as Elizabeth began to remove her shoes. Elizabeth's feet were, as he saw, a masterpiece of nature, petite and exquisite, with an elegantly curved arch that seemed to defy physics. Her toes, arranged in perfect symmetry, were adorned with a deep onyx polish that gleamed like polished obsidian. A delicate silver toe ring adorned her second toe on the right foot, catching the light and drawing the eye irresistibly.

She decided to recreate her earlier footjob for an eager Adrien. Climbing onto the table, she placed her feet over Adrien's mouth. His tongue darted out, tickling her soles, causing Elizabeth to burst into laughter. She pulled away gently, teasing, "You haven't earned that privilege yet."

Turning around, Elizabeth sat on Adrien's chest, facing his erect member but looking directly at Nate. "Nate," she purred, "would you be a dear and lubricate my feet? Make it... sensual." Nate hesitated for a moment before complying, his hands trembling slightly as he applied the lubricant to Elizabeth's perfect feet.

As Elizabeth began her foot job, she kept her gaze locked on Nate, completely ignoring Adrien beneath her. Her feet glided along Adrien's shaft with expert precision, her toes curling around his length.

"Oh, Nate," she moaned, her voice dripping with desire, "I wish this was you. Can you imagine how good it would feel?"

Nate's breath caught in his throat, his own arousal growing as he watched Elizabeth's feet work their magic. The black polish contrasted beautifully with Adrien's flushed skin, creating a mesmerizing visual.

Elizabeth's movements became more intense, her feet sliding up and down Adrien's length with increasing speed. "Nate," she gasped, her own excitement building, "remember how it felt when I did this to you? How my feet made you lose control?"

Adrien groaned beneath her, his hips bucking involuntarily. Elizabeth paid him no mind, her focus entirely on Nate. "I bet you could do it better than him, Nate. I bet you could make me feel things he never could."

Nate's arousal was evident, his eyes dark with desire as he watched Elizabeth's feet dance along Adrien's shaft. The silver toe ring glinted with each movement, adding an extra layer of visual stimulation.

As Adrien approached his climax, Elizabeth's movements became even more frenzied. "Come on, Adrien," she cooed, though her eyes never left Nate, "show Nate how good my feet can make you feel."

With a muffled cry, Adrien reached his peak, his release coating Elizabeth's feet in thin, pearlescent streaks. Without missing a beat, Elizabeth turned to Adrien. "Clean them," she ordered.

Adrien eagerly complied, his tongue lapping at her feet, tasting the mixture of his own essence and her soft skin. Elizabeth moaned softly, more for Nate's benefit than from any real pleasure.

Once satisfied, Elizabeth turned her attention fully to Nate. "Your turn," she said, her voice husky with desire. "Strip for me."
Nate complied without hesitation, revealing his muscular form. Elizabeth's eyes roamed appreciatively over his body, lingering on his evident arousal. She positioned herself before him, her feet still glistening from Adrien's attentions.

As she began to work Nate's length with her feet, Elizabeth's own excitement grew. The memory of their previous encounter during the race flooded her mind, intensifying her arousal. Her feet moved with practiced ease, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, teasing flicks of her toes.

"Oh, Nate," she moaned, her voice thick with genuine pleasure, "you feel so good. So much better than Adrien."

Nate groaned, his hips moving in rhythm with Elizabeth's feet. "Elizabeth," he gasped, "your feet are incredible. I can't... I can't hold back much longer."

Elizabeth intensified her movements, her feet becoming a blur of motion. "Then don't," she purred. "Let go for me, Nate. Cover my feet with your release."

With a guttural cry, Nate reached his climax. His release was copious, coating Elizabeth's feet and even reaching her face. The sight and sensation pushed Elizabeth over the edge, her own orgasm washing over her in intense waves.
Instinctively, Elizabeth's tongue darted out, licking Nate's sperm from around her mouth. The taste sent another shudder of pleasure through her body.

As she came down from her high, Elizabeth noticed that Adrien was still aroused, his member standing at attention despite his earlier release. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she turned her attention back to him.

"Looks like someone needs more attention," she teased, positioning her feet on either side of Adrien's shaft. Without further preamble, she began to stroke him, her feet still slick with a mixture of lubricant and Nate's release.

Adrien moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the sensations. The knowledge that Elizabeth's feet were coated in another man's seed only heightened his arousal, tapping into his submissive tendencies.

Elizabeth's feet moved with practiced ease, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, teasing flicks of her toes. The silver toe ring added an extra dimension of stimulation, catching on the sensitive underside of Adrien's shaft with each upward stroke.

"You like this, don't you?" Elizabeth taunted, her voice low and seductive. "You like feeling Nate's on my feet while I stroke you. Such a good little boy."

Adrien could only whimper in response, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact with Elizabeth's divine feet.
As Elizabeth continued her ministrations, she kept her gaze locked on Nate, who watched the scene with a mixture of arousal and possessiveness.

"See how easily I can control him, Nate?" she purred. "But it's nothing compared to what I can do to you."

Nate's breath hitched, his own member beginning to stir again despite his recent release. The sight of Elizabeth's feet working Adrien's shaft was hypnotic.

Elizabeth increased her pace, her feet becoming a blur of motion. She also started to stroke Nate's huge member with her hand. The room filled with the lewd sounds of slick skin on skin, punctuated by Adrien's desperate moans and Elizabeth's breathy encouragements.

"Come on, Adrien," she cooed, though her eyes never left Nate. "Show Nate how good my feet make you feel. Show him what a good little boy you are."

Adrien's body tensed, his release building rapidly. With a strangled cry, he reached his peak, his seed erupting in thick ropes across Elizabeth's feet. The sight was too much for Nate, who found himself climaxing again, his release joining Adrien's on Elizabeth's perfect feet.

Elizabeth moaned in delight, the dual climaxes pushing her into another intense orgasm. Her body shuddered with pleasure, her toes curling as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

As the trio came down from their respective highs, the room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by their labored breathing. Elizabeth's feet were a mess of mingled fluids, glistening in the dim light of the room.

As she was purring, walking toward Nate, the Game Master came into the room, and ended the strange scene which would not only leave Adrien addicted to Elizabeth's feet, but also exacerbated preexisting hypnosis about cuckoldry.​