Postby Girlpoweralexis » Mon Jun 12, 2017 2:15 am
Part 8 -
I kept myself planted firmly on our captive's chest, my feet crossed over his neck.
He glared at me but I was pleased to see a little surprise, even some fear, in his eyes.
Giggling, I stretched out my feet and began smothering his face with them, passing the time until Anna returned.
It was amazing to think that the boy who had been our tormentor five minutes ago was now our captive, our plaything, our toy.
Our slave.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Anna, who returned with her makeup bag.
When the boy saw what she was carrying, he began his struggles anew, but between the tights binding him to the deck chair and me sitting on his chest, he wasn't going anywhere.
I decided to make doubly sure of that.
"Anna, sit down while we discuss our plans," I said, gesturing at our captive's face.
Anna grinned.
"Oh, Alexis, you are wicked!"
She walked over and seated herself on the boy's face, shuffling a little to get comfortable - or to tease the boy beneath her.
There were muffled cries from underneath her, but a little more shuffling and they stopped.
We had almost broken him.