Postby Jon Snow » Sat Jul 22, 2017 1:42 am
Brad's Fate -
Brad opened his eyes.
He tried to move, and realised his wrists were tied high above his head, bound to a bench.
Where was he?
He looked around.
To his horror, he recognised his surroundings as the local pool changing rooms.
The GIRLS' changing rooms.
He tried struggling, but his bonds were too secure.
Even if he had wanted to cry for help, he had something sweet secured in his mouth, securely gagging him.
Brad felt like crying.
It was all that bitch's fault.
The little girl who had tortured him and humiliated him.
Ginger, that was her name.
Brad was dragged from his thoughts by the sounds of bare feet padding against the floor.
To his horror, six preteen girls in one-piece swimsuits entered the room, chattering amongst themselves.
They were all about ten or eleven, the eldest among them probably being about twelve.
The chatting stopped when the girls beheld Brad in front of them.
One girl, a pretty thing with long blonde hair that was splayed across her damp shoulders, grinned.
"Look at this, girls," she said. "We've got a visitor."
The six girls crowded around the terrified Brad.
Normally he would be turned on by the proximity of so many cute girls, but his experiences at Ginger's hands (and feet) had tempered his lusts.
The leader, who her friends referred to as "Mia", bent down and looked at Brad's bare chest.
For the first time, Brad realised something was written there, in what looked like lipstick.
"Dear Mia and co," Mia read out. "I've had a bit of problem with this pervert, and I've been playing with him a little, but got bored. Thought you and the girls of the swim team might enjoy finishing him off. Love, Gingy xxxx."
Mia grinned at the other girls.
"Ginger's sent us a little present, ladies," she said. "Let's get to work!"
The girls untied Brad from the bench and laid him out on the floor as they sat on him, or on the benches while they rested their feet on him.
Mia sat on Brad's neck, her lycra-clad swimsuit smothering his lips.
Meanwhile, another girl was resting her feet on Brad's face, covering his eyes and nose.
He couldn't see, but it felt like three girls including Mia were sitting on his body, and three more sat to the side, using him as a footrest.
He could hear the girls discussing what to do with him.
Many ideas were tossed around, but Mia eventually ruled that they would make Brad their slave.
Brad, after his suffering at Ginger's hands, was empty of resistance.
When he was informed of his new mistresses, he simply knelt and began kissing the girls' feet.
Impressed, the six members of the swim team stayed in the changing rooms for a while, enjoying their new subservient slave.
Brad's ordeal lasted for well over half an hour.
He finished up lying on the floor, with the six girls resting their feet on him, chatting comfortably.
Eventually, though, the girls began to drift away and get changed.
Mia sat on Brad's face while this happened, to stop him staring at the girls while they undressed.
When Mia was the last girl left, she re-tied Brad to the bench.
She walked over to her locker and picked out a pair of worn panties.
She stretched them over Brad's head, covering his eyes as he inhaled Mia's scent.
When the panties were removed, Mia was dressed in a cute skirt, tank top and strappy sandals.
She knelt by Brad's side and pushed the panties into his mouth, replacing Ginger's panties which had gagged him beforehand.
"You're coming home with me," she purred.
Brad had no fight left.
He didn't struggle as the eleven year old girl led him away to another night of slavery...
~
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