Seven minutes later, after a brief snack, you and your friend entered the bedroom. Mimi was trying to slip out of the bonds that held her to your bed, but to no avail. She stopped suddenly when she saw you; your friend had an idea.
"Hey bro," He said, "Warm her up while I look for something to 'punish' her with." Your friend went off in the direction of your closet, and you sidled up beside the bed. Your left hand slowly reached for Mimi's neck, but as her eyes followed it your spasming right hand shot between her legs, suprising her.
"AYAH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Mimi yelped as her hips reflexively jerked back from the tickling as best they could. You decided that this was too much for a "warm up" after about three seconds, though, and ceased the tickling. Rather, you knelt beside her, positioning your right hand over her left hip. Feeling devious, you felt as though using two hands would again be too much fun without your friend, so you stuck your tongue out and moved closer to Mimi.
The girl caught on to what you were about to do, and said in a reprimanding fashion, "No! Don't you dare! Stop it now!" You remained silent, only more eager to begin after being told to stop. Your tongue slid over the center of Mimi's breast while your hand began to lightly spider tickle her hip. The girl began to twist in her bonds, trying to escape the sensations. However, even with your tongue flicking over the sensitive mound of flesh and your hand scritching at her bare hip, the girl refused to laugh. Her lips were held resolutely between her teeth.
Curious, you edged closer to the bed and made a pillow out of the girl's chest with your face turned towards hers. A smirk crossed your face as a blush (from being used as a headrest) crossed Mimi's. Your index finger moved slowly to her navel, and then you attacked. Your finger swirled around inside her belly button while the others teased the flesh below it. The muscles in her stomach contracted, but she held her resolve. You began rapidly moving your fingers all over her stomach and sides and watched as the red on her face deepened with the effort of trying not to laugh. You made your head more comfortable, swiftly licked her neck, making a short burst of giggles come out. You were satisfied with this, and got up. She needed a break until your friend returned.
Not more than a minute later, your friend returned with a small wooden paintbrush and two pure white feathers. You remembered recieving these as a gift back when you were interested in art. Until now, however, you never had a use for the feathers. Your friend handed you the pair of feathers, both stiff while having a good amount of down on them, and he kept the paintbrush.
"Wh- what are you going t- to do with those?" Mimi questioned, her voice coming out timid and wavering. She cleared her throat and repeated the question, this time with a more sarcastic and defiant tone.
"Why, we're only going to punish you for trying to escape." Your friend answered.
"And they'll be no mercy." You felt compelled to add an ominous statement to your friend's response. Your friend promptly climbed onto the bed and straddled Mimi's stomach, facing her feet. You, being the smaller one of the two, crawled up and sat Indian style at her knees. Brandishing your two feathers you started to brush their tips against her inner thighs, making wide arcs that emcompassed most of the flesh in this region. Your friend waited a bit, and you stopped before he nodded for you to continue. Breath could be heard coming in short bursts from Mimi, who was determined not to laugh at the soft touches sweeping up and down her legs. After two minutes of this, Mimi began to get restless. Her muscles tensed, then relaxed. It didn't tickle her enough to beg for it to quit, but her body didn't like it at all. Then, your friend went into action.
He licked the paintbrush to make it hold its shape then flicked it down the girl's slit. A small "eep" slipped out from between her sealed lips, and the muscles of her entire body went rigid for a split second. The brush then darted over the soft folds once more, and Mimi sent up a plea.
"No! Not there, please. Anywhere but theEERE!" The brush made another sweep. Mimi tried to raise another complaint, but the brush cut it off. The brush fell again, and again until the strokes became one long string of torment. Up, and down. Up, and down. Up, and down. It was maddening. Mimi would try and focus on the lesser evil of the two feathers, but then the sensations at her base would reach a breaking point, and she was back at square one. Enthralled by your friend's idea, you gradually quit supplying the scapegoat sensations on her thighs, forcing the helpless girl to focus entirely on those at her crotch.
"Ah!" Mimi arrived at another crest of sensation, "The brush fee-hee-ahahahaha!" Your friend continued his mercilessly slow assault on the girl's slit. At times he would brush swiftly, at times he would flick the brush lightly across her clitoris, and at times he would make a slow, dancing motion all the way up and down. He was like a master swordsman, varying the speed and direction of every movement. Mimi was at her breaking point.
"Please stop! Do anything but that. I can't take it anymore!" She yelled with tears streaming down her face. Your friend paused a second, then continued brushing over the girl's slit. Mimi cried in anguish. You had to act quickly for fear of being discovered. You grabbed one of Mimi's socks and stuffed it into her mouth while securing it with a spare piece of rope. You then looked at the girl's tear-stained face and rosy cheeks and...
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