Chapter 7: Climax
"Now, let's make sure she can't escape. Girls, bring the harness!"
Meanwhile, in another part of the sprawling sorority house, Milly and Jenna were huddled together in a corner, their eyes darting nervously from side to side. They had managed to slip away from their captors, using the chaotic scene as cover to make their escape. Milly's eyes scanned the dimly lit hallway, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a plan. Jenna, ever the practical one, tugged at her arm, her voice a low whisper. "Milly, we can't just sit here. We have to do something. We have to save Emma." Milly looked at her, her eyes filled with determination. "You're right," she agreed, her voice steadier than she felt. "We have to go to the house.
It's our only chance to save Emma," Jenna insisted, her voice barely above a whisper. Milly nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of their captors. "But how? They'll recognize us in a heartbeat," she pointed out, her brows furrowed in concern. Jenna's gaze landed on a nearby closet, a mischievous glint entering her eyes. "Then we'll make sure they don't," she said, her voice filled with determination. She quickly made her way to the closet, Milly following close behind. They rummaged through the contents, their hands brushing against an array of latex outfits, masks, and other props. Eventually, their fingers closed around two black latex catsuits and matching masks. Jenna held them up, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"These should do the trick," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need to blend in, and black latex is the sorority's uniform tonight." Milly took one of the catsuits from Jenna, her eyes narrowing as she considered the task at hand. "Let's hope we can pull this off without getting caught." They swiftly stripped down, their clothes discarded in a heap on the floor. The latex was cool and smooth against their skin, the catsuits clinging to their bodies like a second skin. They quickly pulled on the matching black masks, the soft latex pressing against their faces. Jenna adjusted her mask, her voice muffled as she spoke. "Alright, let's go.
Remember, act casual," Jenna whispered, adjusting her mask. They entered the main hall of the sorority house, their latex-clad footsteps silent on the polished floor. The room was filled with a cacophony of laughter and music, the stark contrast to their earlier ordeal sending a shiver through Milly. She scanned the crowd, her eyes searching for any sign of Emma, or worse, Alice. But no one seemed to notice their arrival, and they blended seamlessly into the sea of black latex-clad bodies. "See?" Jenna said, her voice muffled by her mask.
They moved deeper into the room, their eyes scanning the crowd, searching for any sign of Emma. As they made their way through the throng, one of the sorority girls suddenly approached them. "Hey, you two!" she called out, her voice loud and excited. "Come with me, I've got a job for you!" Milly exchanged a worried glance with Jenna, but they followed the girl nonetheless, their hearts pounding in their chests.
As they rounded a corner, they were greeted by the sight of a young pledge, a girl no older than them, tied up in a hogtie, her limbs secured behind her back with thick rope. A bright red ball gag filled her mouth, her eyes wide with terror and humiliation. Milly's stomach churned at the sight, but she steeled herself, determined to find Emma and put an end to this madness.
She nudged Jenna, who nodded subtly, understanding their new mission. Jenna turned to the sorority pledge, a wicked grin spreading across her face beneath the mask. "Oh, come on, don't be a party pooper!" she chided, her voice laced with false cheer. "Let's give you a little tickle, shall we?" she continued, her latex-clad fingers reaching out to gently poke the girl's side. The pledge yelped, her eyes widening in surprise, but her struggle only intensified as Jenna and Milly began to tickle her in earnest. The girl's laughter filled the room, her body writhing and squirming as Jenna and Milly took turns poking and prodding her most ticklish spots.
Their latex-clad fingers danced over her flesh, eliciting squeals and giggles that blended seamlessly with the background noise of the party. As the girl's laughter subsided, Jenna and Milly exchanged a glance, their minds on the same wavelength. They quickly untied the girl's bonds, their movements practiced and efficient. "Shh," Jenna whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Go. Run." The girl's eyes widened in confusion, but she nodded, her body still shaking with the aftermath of laughter. She scrambled to her feet, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated, and dashed away into the crowd, disappearing from sight.
Milly turned to Jenna, a grim smile on her face. "One down," she said, her voice low and determined.
"But we're not finished yet." Jenna nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of their next target. That's when they noticed a figure approaching them, her latex-clad form a stark contrast against the dimly lit hallway.
"And just what do you two think you're doing?" The sorority sister eyed them warily, her hands resting on her hips. Milly and Jenna exchanged a quick glance, their minds racing as they tried to come up with a plausible excuse.
"Oh, we were just, uh, looking for the bathroom," Milly replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The sorority sister's eyes narrowed, her gaze flicking between the two of them.
"In a closet?" she asked, her tone skeptical.
Milly and Jenna exchanged a panicked glance, their masks muffling their wholly unconvincing laughter. "Um, actually, we, uh—" Milly stammered, her mind racing for a plausible lie. "We're just new here," Jenna jumped in, her voice a bit too bright. "We're trying to find our way around. You know, the sorority house can be a bit of a maze."
The sorority girl's eyes narrowed further, her arms crossing over her chest. "New? I don't remember seeing you guys at rush. And I think I would have remembered two girls as cute as you," she said, her tone sweet but with an underlying hint of menace. Milly and Jenna's hearts sank, their minds drawing a blank.
Before they could come up with a response, more sorority girls emerged from the shadows, surrounding the duo. "Gotcha!" the girl who had approached them earlier exclaimed, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She grabbed Milly's arm, while another girl seized Jenna's. "What are you doing?" Milly protested, her voice a mix of alarm and indignation. Jenna, ever the pragmatist, remained silent, her gaze darting from one sorority sister to another, assessing their situation.
In a swift motion, the first girl ripped off Milly's latex mask, the soft material tearing away easily. "Milly?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in recognition. "You're one of the new pledges! And Jenna, too!" she said, turning to her accomplice, who had also removed Jenna's mask.
"This is perfect, Alice will love this! Let's take them to her." With that, the girls dragged Milly and Jenna out of the room, their latex-clad feet slipping on the polished floor. The crowd parted as they passed, sorority sisters whispering and pointing, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Milly and Jenna exchanged a worried glance, their hearts pounding in their chests as they realized they were being taken to someone—or something—far worse than the pledge they had just rescued.
They were led down a dimly lit corridor, the air growing colder and heavier with each step. The sound of the party faded, replaced by the distant hum of a machine and the muffled giggles of a familiar voice.
Milly and Jenna were led into a dimly lit room, their eyes straining to adjust to the sudden darkness. A figure loomed before them, perched on a large cage, her latex-clad form silhouetted against the harsh light of a single bare bulb. Emma was inside the cage, her bound and gagged form huddled in the corner, her eyes filled with defeat. Alice looked up as they entered, her latex-gloved hand running through Emma's hair, her smile a wicked slash in the latex mask. "Well, well, well," she purred, her eyes gleaming with malice.
"Look who we have here." The pledge Milly and Jenna had just freed stumbled in behind them, pushed roughly to the floor by the sorority sisters. She landed with a thud, her bound and gagged form sprawled helplessly on the cold concrete. Jenna's heart leapt into her throat as she recognized the girl's fuzzy blonde curls—it was Lucy Honeychurch, their fellow sorority pledge.
Alice's laughter filled the room, a harsh, grating sound that sent shivers down Milly and Jenna's spines. "So, you two thought you could just waltz in here and ruin my fun, did you?" she sneered, her latex-gloved fingers stroking Emma's cheek in a mockingly tender gesture. Emma flinched away, her eyes filled with tears.
Milly, her voice shaking, tried to reason with Alice. "Please, Alice, just let them go. We won't cause any more trouble, we promise." Alice turned to face her, her laughter abruptly cutting off. She stepped down from the cage, her latex-clad boots echoing on the cold floor. "Oh, Milly," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "You always were the brainy one. But you're also the biggest pain in my ass." She snapped her fingers, and the sorority sisters surrounding them sprang into action. "Strip them," Alice commanded, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "All of them."
The sorority sisters closed in, their hands reaching for Milly, Jenna, and Lucy. Milly tried to struggle, her heart pounding in her chest. "Wait, no, please!" she cried, but it was no use.
Hands gripped her latex dress, tearing it away in rough, swift movements. She gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin, the rough touch of latex gloves sending shivers down her spine. Jenna struggled beside her, her eyes wide with panic as their masks were ripped away, leaving them both bare and vulnerable. Lucy, still on the floor, let out a muffled scream behind her gag, her bound body twisting in futile attempts to escape.
Alice watched, her latex-clad form a dark silhouette against the harsh light of the room. "There," she said, her voice like velvet, but her eyes cold as ice. "Much better. Now, let's see what we have here." She stepped closer, her eyes roaming over Milly's exposed body, lingering on her curves and the faint line of her underwear.
"Tsk, tsk, Milly," Alice tutted, her voice low and dangerous. "You should know better than to disobey me." She turned to the two girls who had brought them there, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Girls, pick up Jenna and strap her into that chair."
Two sorority sisters moved forward, their latex-clad hands grabbing Jenna and hoisting her into the air. Jenna kicked and struggled, her breath coming in short gasps. "No, please, don't do this!" she cried, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. They carried her to a chair in the middle of the room, its surface gleaming with a soft, iridescent sheen. They lowered her into it, her body tense and trembling.
The chair's leather creaked as it enveloped her, the cold metal frame biting into her skin. The sorority sisters fastened the straps around her wrists and ankles, her chest and waist, securing her in place. Milly's heart raced as she watched, helpless to do anything but bear witness to her friend's predicament.
A sudden hum filled the room as the chair was activated. Jenna gasped, her eyes widening in shock and fear as wheels of feathers began to run through her feet, the soft tickling sensation sending shivers up her legs. But that was nothing compared to the sensation between her thighs, as a smaller wheel brushed against her clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her body.
Jenna bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed, her body arching against the restraints in a vain attempt to escape the relentless tickling. The feathers danced around her most sensitive spots, their touch light and teasing, leaving her gasping and squirming in her seat.
Milly watched, her eyes wide with shock and horror. She couldn't believe what she was seeing—her best friend, strapped to a chair, being tormented by feathers. She looked at Alice, who was watching the scene with a smug smile on her face, her hands clasped together as if in prayer. "Stop this!" Milly cried out, her voice filled with anger and desperation. "You're hurting her!"
Alice turned to face her, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Hurting her? Darling, this is just the beginning.
Feathers began to tickle her armpits and nipples, Jenna was defenseless, writhing and twisting, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to escape the relentless sensation. The chair's wheels spun, the feathers dancing and swaying, following the contours of her body, teasing and taunting her most sensitive spots. Jenna's eyes flew open, her mouth agape in a soundless cry, her body trembling as the feathers danced around her, their touch light and teasing, yet utterly merciless.
Alice clapped her gloved hands together, her eyes shining with sadistic glee. "See, Milly? This is what happens when you disobey me.
Girls, take them outside," Alice commanded, her voice dripping with malice. Two sorority sisters stepped forward, their latex-gloved hands gripping Milly and Lucy's ankles. They dragged the struggling girls towards the door, their latex-clad feet scraping against the cold floor. The sudden change in direction caught Milly off guard, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized their fate was about to take a turn for the worse. she cried out, her voice filled with desperation as they were pulled out into the dimly lit hallway. Lucy, still bound and gagged, let out a muffled scream, her eyes wide with panic as they were dragged helplessly behind their captors.
The cold night air hit them like a slap in the face as they were hauled out of the sorority house and into the back garden.
The moon was a mere sliver in the sky, casting eerie, elongated shadows onto the dew-kissed grass. Milly's breath misted in the chilly air as she struggled against the sorority sisters, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She could see Lucy beside her, her eyes wide with terror, her muffled screams barely audible beneath the gag.
The two girls were marched towards the center of the garden, where a pair of St. Andrew's crosses stood sentinel in the moonlit night. Milly's stomach churned as she caught sight of them, their ominous silhouettes looming large against the starry sky. She was dragged towards one, her wrists roughly pulled behind her back.
She felt the cold, hard wood against her bare skin as she was pressed against it. Before she could protest, her wrists were bound tightly with rope, securing her in place. Milly watched, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw Lucy receive the same treatment on the other cross. She opened her mouth to cry out, to tell Alice that this wasn't right, that they didn't deserve this. But before she could make a sound, a roll of duct tape was pressed against her lips. "There, there, darling," Alice cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Let's not have any more of that nonsense, shall we?" Milly struggled against the tape, trying to get it off, but it was no use. Her eyes widened in horror as Alice pulled a pair of dirty socks from her pocket, their previously unseen contents now painfully obvious.
She raised them to her nose, sniffing them deeply before a wicked grin spread across her latex-masked face. "You girls want to know what the rest of the night has in store for you?" Alice taunted, her voice a low purr. Without waiting for a response, she scribbled two words on the foreheads of both Milly and Lucy, her handwriting sloppy and aggressive. "Scarehoe," she announced, her voice filled with malice. "That's what you two are going to be. My personal scarecrows."
Milly's heart raced as she read the crude words scribbled on her forehead. She shook her head frantically, but the duct tape muffled her protests. Lucy beside her struggled as well, her eyes filled with terror and confusion. Alice cackled, her laughter echoing through the dimly lit garden.
"Don't worry, girls, your night is just beginning," she taunted, her voice like the hiss of a snake. She turned on her heel, leaving Milly and Lucy struggling against their bonds, their eyes wide with fear and confusion. Alice stalked back into the house, her latex-clad boots clicking against the cold stone floor. She returned to the room where Emma was still trapped in the cage, her drool-stained "GagSlut" t-shirt clinging to her sweaty skin. Emma's eyes were glassy and unfocused, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Alice paused for a moment, admiring her handiwork, a cruel smile spreading across her face.
"Still here, I see," Alice cooed, her voice dripping with false concern. She reached into the cage, her gloved hand brushing against Emma's cheek.
"Come on, my dear," she crooned, her voice a sickeningly sweet lullaby. She unlocked the cage door, the cold metal grating against the floor as she pulled it open. Alice took Emma's hand, her latex-clad fingers intertwining with her captive's. She led her out of the room, leaving the dimly lit chamber behind. Emma stumbled, her bound and gagged form struggling to keep up with Alice's swift pace.
The pet binders that encased her wrists and ankles bit into her skin, forcing her to crawl on her elbows and knees like an animal. Alice's latex-gloved hand gripped her hair, yanking her head back as Emma let out a muffled cry behind her gag. "Come on, dear," Alice cooed, her voice laced with cruelty. "We don't want to keep the others waiting, do we?" She dragged Emma through the dimly lit hallway, the cold stone floor rough against her knees. The sorority house was a labyrinth of twisted corridors and shadowy alcoves, and Alice seemed to know every inch of it. She led Emma down a spiral staircase, the steps cold and unforgiving beneath her bound hands and feet.
The air grew colder as they descended, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the dimly lit passageway. At the bottom, Alice pushed open a heavy wooden door, revealing a large, ornate bedroom. The walls were painted a deep, blood-red, and the floor was covered in thick, plush carpeting. A large four-poster bed dominated the room, its posts carved with twisted, erotic figures.
Emma's eyes widened in fear as she took in the scene, her heart pounding in her chest. Alice dragged her towards the bed, the latex of her gloves creaking as she tightened her grip on Emma's arm. "Get on the bed," Alice commanded, her voice a low growl. Emma hesitated, her eyes darting from side to side, searching for any sign of escape.
But Alice's grip on her arm was like a vice, her latex-clad fingers digging into Emma's flesh. She had no choice but to comply. Emma climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the soft, plush mattress. She perched on the edge, her bound hands tucked between her legs, her eyes cast downwards in submission. Alice followed her onto the bed, her latex-clad form settling beside Emma with a soft hiss. She turned to face Emma, her eyes gleaming with a malicious pleasure.
"You know, I've always loved this top on you," Alice murmured, her latex-gloved finger tracing the loose, cursive letters that spelled out "GagSlut" across Emma's chest.
Emma shuddered, her body rigid with fear and humiliation as Alice's touch sent a wave of revulsion crashing through her. Suddenly, Alice's grip on the gag tightened, and with a swift, brutal movement, she yanked it from Emma's mouth. Emma gasped, her lungs heaving as she sucked in much-needed air. Before she could speak, Alice reached behind her and flicked a switch on the ornate, antique console beside the bed. The TV screen in the corner of the room flickered to life, displaying a live feed of Jenna, strapped to the tickle chair in the other room.
"What—what are you doing?" Emma stammered, her eyes wide with shock and horror as she watched her friend's struggle play out on the screen. Alice smirked, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.