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Punishing A Rat
🕑 Added 2021-04-28 15:04:15 +0000 UTCWhen Shirley was finally awake she could feel the cool night air caress her bound body. She couldn’t have been out for too long, but what exactly was the fiery ginger in for? Slowly a pit grew in her stomach as the weight of her actions started to set in.
The rumors of their client were as plentiful as his bank account, and he didn’t exactly get that way by letting things like “attempted recording” off easy. Shirley’s breath began to catch in her heavy chest as the threat of danger started to feel very real. What about her friends? She’d never forgive herself if they were hurt because of her.
She was clearly left in some abandoned Back alley, so screaming for help was useless. Even if she was, the rag wrapped tightly around her lips would stop any unwanted shouting. She could feel herself dangling off the ground, no doubt tied to the fire escape above her. There was nothing for her to do but wait for what came next.
The accomplished thief was left waiting for another 30 minutes. Being no stranger to the underworld she was all too familiar with the “sit and stew” tactic. Fine by her, if they wanted to waist time fucking with her then she’d use every second to her advantage plotting her escape.
It was then the old back-door of the building she was facing started to creek in it’s use. The sexy traitor wasn’t sure if the door was heavy or whoever was coming through was intentionally messing with her. All she knew was from here on out she would have to show no emotion. Especially fear.
Already Shirley failed when her green clad friend, Ginger came strolling on through of all people. The bound thief was visibly confused as her friend’s demeanor seemed oddly normal given the situation.
“Girl, you have no idea how much of a lucky bitch you are.” The green haired babe laughed as she put her hands on her hips and got a good look at her trusted up companion. “Wowzers, you think they used enough rope? Haha!”
Shirley rolled her eyes at her friend’s lame attempts at humor. She had no idea what they were talking about, but she could at least start to explain while she untied her.
Except, Ginger didn’t. There was a long stretch of silence while she paced around her, getting a really good look at just how elaborate her bonds were. The only thing Shirley could hear was the clicking of their heels, and the one or two gasps of satisfaction of the handiwork keeping her trapped.
“Ooo...~” Ginger went over and over again while studying the nots keeping her accomplice in place. It was if it was all a game to her. Shirley started to get frustrated, audibly demanding her attention as best she could.
“Mmmmmff! Mmfmfmmow! MOW!” Shirley tried her best to communicate.
“Oh! Sorry~ haha! When the boss said he knew just how to hold you I didn’t expect something as ‘knotty naughty’ as this!” Ginger chucked in excitement. She stepped back around into Shirley’s vision where she could see their miserable face. The complete opposite of their own.
“Mmmrrmph. MOW! Miffer!” Shirley kept up her verbal tirade of unintelligible slurs until she finally exhausted herself. All the while Ginger just stood there and waited, her arms crossed.
“You done?” The green girl asked as she smirked. “I have no clue why you think YOU have the right to be mad. Me and Sky told you so, don’t fuck with this client. And what did you do?” Her eyebrows raised as though she was expecting a response.
“.......” Shirley just scowled at her. Yea, they did say that. And her response was always the same. They’re thief’s looking for a payday. Not minions to some.... fucking wanna be supervillain!
“Do you know how much convincing we had to do to make sure he didn’t toss you somewhere? Sky is STILL in their making sure you’re not going to get any broken bones or anything worse.” Ginger’s playful demeanor was gone now, replaced with the heart felt worry of a person who almost lost someone important to them.
Shirley looked into her eyes. Moments passed until she finally exhaled and relaxed her self. She didn’t mean to worry anyone, she just was doing what she felt was right. At least it was sounding as if they could all move on from this.
Before Shirley could muffle out an apology Ginger had already cut her off. “Well don’t thank me juuuuuuust yet.~” Ginger tittered as she began to crack her fingers. “There’s still a matter of your punishment.”
“Mmphemeph?” Shirley blinked in surprise.
“Uh, yeah?~ You think boss man is just going to bring you back into the fold without some kind of consequences? Just cause we convinced him not to be extreme doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.” Ginger giggled, her playful ways back again in full force.
Shirley just looked at her in confusion. Well if she’s not going to be killed or hurt, what exactly was the game plan here? What kind of deal were her friends able to make with this psycho?
“The boss said that he’s leaving your punishment up to us.” Ginger gave her a sly smile as Shirley started to feel uneasy again. “And I think we know how to do that, hm? Greg Thomson, 2008?” She sang as her smile began to bare teeth.
Shirley’s stomach dropped as her cheeks turned beat red. She knew exactly what that green booger-bitch was talking about!
—(flashback)—
Greg Thomson, 2008. Shirley had just gone through a horrible break up in her personal life and thought the best way to cope was to suck and fucked whatever caught her eye. Tinder being her go-to app for booking dick appointments. Never falling short of options, she’d weed out the losers and have her fill night in and night out. Given the heart break and long relationship, Shirley felt entitled to a hoe-phase.
But she got careless, and Thomson had capitalized. A handsome son of a bitch that charmed her skirt off the moment they met. She especially couldn’t take her eyes off how that jacket of his looked like it was struggling to hold it all together. She was a sucker for a muscle man, literally.~
Before Shirley even knew what happened she was dragging him back to the apartment that she shared with Sky and Ginger, who were out for that night. Originally she had just planned to have her way with him, until he suggested the opposite. Not only that, also throwing bondage into the mix. Shirley thought to herself, knowing being this studs plaything was a very tempting offer. Eventually giving into her naughty side, he got to work, impressing her with his skill.
Within 15 minutes he had her stretched on the bed with her limbs tied to each post. A devilishly sexy rope bondage was Secured around her chest and finally a ball gag was the finishing touch. The only thing Shirley felt capable of doing were curl her adorably red painted toes while he fucked her.
So began one of the most intense love makings of her entire life. Greg waisted little time, mounting her as soon as he finished. As his two strong arms came down next to both sides of her head Shirley felt her pussy soaking. She squealed in pleasure as he penetrated her, feeling him enter inch but inch while her eyes fluttered upward. The room filled with her breathless panting and his dominant grunting as he took her.
She couldn’t even keep track of how long it went. He never seemed to slow or tire as his hips thrusted over and over again. The slap of their bodies colliding filling the room as she moaned deeply. She came on his cock repeatedly until actually blacking out from the pleasure.
When Shirley woke up ungagged Greg was gone and Ginger was at the foot of her bed. She held out her now empty wallet with the crook of her finger and only asked “Have fun last night?”
Immediately Shirley knew exactly what was going on. She knew because she had done it so many times before. Get a horny sucker who looks like they have money and walk out with a pay day. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so embarrassed. Beaten at her own game, and she had just gotten a huge score too...
Ginger meanwhile just laughed to himself, hoping her pal wasn’t taking this to heart. She was careless, happens to the best of them, no need to be so grim faced. Especially since she and Sky were going to joke about this forever.
The green bombshell went to start untying her bound friend, until her black nails grazed her foot by mistake. Shirley then proceeded to let out the most girlish shriek she had ever heard from her in their life. She looked at her red head pall in complete shock.
“No way!” Ginger beamed.
“No!” Shirley said angrily.
“Are you?” Ginger contributed.
“NO!” Shirley screamed back.
“OH MY GOD!<3 SKY! SKY GET IN HERE!!~” The green big mouth exploded into a fit of giggles as she immediately started to attack her friends foot.
And that was when her friends found out Shirley was sinfully ticklish. The two of them spent the entire afternoon having fun at their best friends expense. Tickling her feet and stomach while she cackled horrible slurs and threats.
When they finally let her go she demanded a promise they’d never tickle her again. Something Sky had to really persuade Ginger to go along with for the sake of their professional lives as well. Thief cant steal if they’re busy tickling the shit out of each other.
Eventually a settlement was made and the topic was never brought up again. Which was great since Shirley had no idea how to explain to them how it actually turned her on. She would take that to the grave, knowing both of them would surely take advantage of egged on further with that juicy detail.
It was a promise kept. Until now.
—
Now Ginger was behind her, slowly plucking her shoes off and ripping open her fishnets. Her feet were always slightly bigger than average, something her friend was quick to comment on.
“Wowzers! Look at these puppies. They look bigger then my head!~” The green cutie giggled as she leaned in to compare. All the while her friend whined into their gag.
“Mooooooooph! CphOMPH!” Shirley cringed. At this point she was kinda hoping they’d just let them kill her. She felt like it was sorority all over again..
“Hm? What was that? I couldn’t catch that?~” Tittered Ginger as she slowly traced her index fingers up the length of Shirley’s sole. It was a long, methodic sensation that stunned the red head right away.
Already Ginger could hear a wilt her in bestie’s voice as finally her fingers ended their journey at her toes. She mouthed the words “Oh my god” in excitement as she listened to her friend’s panting until finally starting the affair all over again.
Shirley shuttered, feeling Ginger’s nails make contact with her heel again. She dragged them carelessly up her foot, her voice rising with their fingers, till finally she squealed.
“MMMOOOOPH!!!” Shirley shrieked into her gag as her eyes closed shut. Even this small amount of teasing was proving to be too much for the accomplished thief. This couldn’t actually be her life right now. Again she demanded to be let go, trying to be as clear as possible.
“I wish I could! I’m sorry babe, but the boss is making me do this. My hands are tied.... you know how that is right? PffffHAAHA!” Ginger facepalmed, not able to take herself seriously while her friend grunted like an animal.
They both knew Ginger was loving every second of this. She’d always love making Shirley smile, mostly because it so rarely happened. If Ginger was sugar then Shirley was most definitely spice and it had always worked that way.
That’s why this was just to amusing to put into words. Ginger seeing her long time best friend so out of control and giggly just seemed so adorable. She loved her sheepish giggles and though she was overwhelming pleased with her job, she did wish she could ungag her and hear her laughter more clearly.
“Awwwww what’s wrong? Does big bad Shirley not like it wheeeen~ ...‘The itsy bitsy spider~!’” Ginger started to sing, sending her friend into a complete fit of flails and strains. She was NOT a fucking child! Knowing she didn’t want a heel up her ass later Ginger decided to cut the song off there.
“Jeez Shirl, if you keep going like that your tits are going to pop right out of that top of yours. How are you going to get me to stop when I’ll see just how hard your cute nipples get?” Ginger teased, making her voice as sweet as honey as she kept only faintly skittering her nails over the bottoms of her soles.
“You know, like they were last time~?” She grinned finally dropping that bomb after all this time.
Shirley jolted and began to struggle once more. But her loss in focus only allowed the tickling overwhelm her. Before she knew it, she was cackling into her rag, completely beside herself.
“What, you didn’t think I noticed last time? You were naked Shirl. You’re lucky Sky got me to stop because I had half a mind to see if they were just as ticklish as your feet. Huh? Are they? Come on, no secrets now!” Ginger pretended to pout like a school girl as she continued her 10 finger assault on her best friend’s feet.
“MMFMMFMMPHO! MOHOH! MMMMM! MMM! MMMPH!” Shirley kept thrashing in an attempt to be heard. She couldn’t even believe what she was hearing, and how it was actually turning her on! What was this? She wasn’t some kind of pervert!... well... was she?
“See! You keep going like that you’re gonna pop right out, and I’m NOT pulling your shirt up over and over again. Keep the girls under control. Or are you hopping I get you there this time~? Awww, does Shirley want a little tickle wickle on her sensitive titties~?” Ginger taunted as she started to dig her nails a little deeper. Now Shirley had completely lost it.
Her mouth was like a waterfall of laughter. No matter how tired she felt herself get there was another bout of hysterics that seemed to come next. Her makeup streamed down her face as she jiggled and jumped at the touch of her playful thief’s fingers. No matter how hard she tried to get away there was none.... well not for her.
Just like how Ginger warned, Shirley’s breasts came spilling out of her top. Her luscious, pale chest heaved as it felt the nighttime air for the first time, the breeze playing across her nipples.
“Oh my god! You actually did it! You’re SUCH a tickle slut! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!!!” The joy in Ginger’s face and voice was evidence as she only worked her fingers faster. Finding their way between her toes and getting the nerves there as well.
Making matters worse was the rattling of the old door. It was opening! Ans the first person was going to see was Shirley’s bare chest! Desperately she tried to turn herself away, but Ginger wouldn’t let her.
“Oh no you don’t! Come on don’t you you want to greet our visitor with those HUGE smiling lips of yours? LMAO!” Ginger cracked herself up as she vibrated her fingers into the centers of Shirley’s feet.
It was then the door open and the blue haired, rugged, young man Sky walked through mid sentence.
“Ok! I think we got that all settled so now we just....” Sky was cut off by the site before him. Shirley tits were on full display while Ginger was giving her hell. “...aaand you started without me.” He rolled his eyes and leaned against the door in annoyance.
All the while they’re little captive kept exploding in uncontrolled hysterics. Ginger’s tickling was driving her absolutely crazy and just like in 2008, she could feel herself getting hot.
Shy just shook his head and gave that same charming smile he did the night the two met. Shirley had pegged him for an easy mark at the bar, only for the two of them to leave with the others wallets. He looked tougher than he really as, with the softest Brooklyn accent she’d ever heard. It’s that smile she knew she was fucked.
“Tsk, oh yea? What are you laughing at they’re sweet heart~?” He grinned smugly as he started to get closer.
“Awwww she’s just so tickled to see you Sky! Aren’t you Shirley? Huh? Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Ginger exclaimed as she takes her nails up her captive’s feet each time she said “tickle.”
“That so? Well you definitely look happy to see my, huh?” Sky joked, playfully flicking Shirley’s stiff nipple. He knew she liked it rough, that son of a bitch. “Well then let me make you even happier Shirl..~”
Sky bit his lip as he started touching her a lot gently. Not the rough groping she was use to while fooling around with him but a gentle caress that made her skin crawl. He was tickling her nipples! Tracing circles around them like this was some kind of game to him. She wanted to beat the hell out of him. She wanted to slap that smile off his face. S-she wanted to suck his dick till it sparkled if he promised to stop tickling her and make her cum...
—
For the entire night the two of thieves got to work on completely overwhelming her friend. They had their orders to make this a punishment, and though they refused to hurt her, they knew just what buttons to push to teach her a lesson.
While Ginger longingly traced and skittered her fingers all around Shirley’s feet, Sky stayed at her chest and played her nipples like an instrument. Plucking and stringing her along to breathless orgasm to breathless orgasm.
At some points they would swap places or even swap tactics. Sometimes Ginger would pinch the poor thief’s nipples while Sky would suck her toes. Other times they would both claim a nipple for themselves and see which one could bring their friend to heel the fastest. No matter why though they wouldn’t tickle her in the one place she wanted it the most, her aching pussy.
As the hours of the night passed Shirley’s brain was completely overwhelmed by the sensation. Her nipples hard, her make up a mess, her thighs trembling. She hated this, she loved this. She wanted it to end, she wanted it to go on. Her mind was in complete short circuit.
By the time Ginger and Sky were done with their friend they had made sure to for fill their promise. But there was just one last thing Shirley needed to do to truly be forgiven.
It was the boss that she disrespected, so it’s the boss who has to forgive her. If she wanted back into the fold then she was going to have to suffer one more session with him in control.
“We’ll be watching you the whole time” Sky tried to comfort her. “After that we’ll be discussing our future relationship. We might lose him as a client, but at this point let’s just get this all behind us.
Ginger agreed while she untied her best friend. Shirley needed help to stand which both thieves immediately offered.
The red head panted as she tried to collect herself, not sure how all of this became such a mess. But if it got them all out of this, she’d do it.
If that bald, one eyed bastard wanted to play, then bring it the hell on.
To be continued...
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