Haley's Humiliating Health Class
Copyright© 2023 by Merlyn
Chapter 2
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Haley is affected by a spell as she steps into the school forcing the normally shy girl into agreeing to anything asked of her, no matter how humiliating. This leads to a very interesting health class. Who set this up? How on earth did a focused study of female sexuality even become the topic for class today?
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft Fa/ft ft Mind Control NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian School Magic DomSub Humiliation Light Bond Exhibitionism Masturbation Sex Toys Small Breasts
The morning sun painted Haley’s bedroom in streaks of gold, illuminating the dust motes swirling above her half-open dresser drawers. Her fingers trembled where they hovered between two hangers—one holding a pale yellow sundress with tiny daisies embroidered along the hem, the other a pair of denim shorts barely long enough to cover the curve of her backside. The sundress would be harder to hike up if—no, when—someone decided to push it out of the way. But the shorts ... the shorts would leave her thighs bare for wandering hands to skim, pinch, or spread.
A whimper escaped her lips as she realized she wasn’t choosing an outfit based on what she wanted to wear, but on how much it might delay or facilitate what was coming.
The memory hit her like a bucket of ice water.
The hard wood her health teacher’s desk pressing against her naked back and butt. Rough nylon ropes biting into her wrists and ankles, splaying her open for the entire class. Miss Simmons’ manicured fingers twisting the dial of the buzzing wand higher, higher— Haley’s thighs clenched at the phantom sensation, her panties suddenly damp where the fabric hugged her tender pussy. She could still hear Ryan’s voice, counting each shuddering climax aloud until she lost track after seven.
“Such a good little fountain,” Miss Simmons had crooned afterward, stroking Haley’s sweat-damp hair while the girl lay boneless and oversensitive. The teacher’s breath smelled of peppermint when she whispered, “Tomorrow morning meet me at the fairgrounds, I talked to my friend! Jeffrey can’t wait to see how you’ll do at a fundraiser for our class tomorrow.” Haley hadn’t understood then, her mind still floating somewhere between her body and the ceiling tiles. But the way Miss Simmons’ slender fingers tugged on her blond hair promised she’d find out soon enough.
Haley shook her head as she forced herself back to the present. She dropped the sundress like it had burned her, too easy to remove! She yanked the tank top over her head before she could second-guess herself, the thin cotton doing nothing to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples poking through her thin cotton bra. The shorts came next, the denim rough against her sensitive thighs as she buttoned them over her Hello Kitty underwear.
Fair balloons twisted lazily overhead as hay-scented wind carried laughter towards the main stage where the livestock auctions were usually held. Beneath tinseled banners reading “Haven High School Student Fundraiser, ” a crowd of students, families, and townsfolk shuffling side-to-side awaiting entertainment worth cheering louder than pie-eating contests and tractor pulls usually held here.
The crowd grows hushed as they watch Miss Simmons lead Haley up onto the stage where Jeffery waited.
Oh god! It’s the auction block! Haley thought to herself, whimpering quietly.
She nervously ascended the creaky plywood steps beneath the watchful gazes belonging mostly strangers save few recognizable exceptions clustered in a small group to one side.
Miss Simmons clutched her arm and whispered, “Come along Haley, we need to get started.”
Jeffrey grinned broadly as he stepped forward, his polished boots clicking against the wooden stage. He held up a pair of oversized calipers with a theatrical flourish, the metal gleaming under the midday sun.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,” he announced, his voice booming through the tinny speakers, “before we begin our special auction, let’s take a moment to properly appraise our lovely merchandise!”
The crowd tittered as Haley’s cheeks burned crimson.
Jeffrey approached, the calipers outstretched like some sort of medieval torture device. “First, we’ll measure the merchandise’s... assets.” He winked at the crowd before pressing the cold metal arms around Haley’s small breasts through her tank top.
Haley gasped at the sudden pressure, her nipples hardening visibly beneath the thin fabric. Jeffrey squeezed the calipers tighter, making her whimper.
“Let’s see if we can find anything worth measuring!” he joked, shaking his head in mock disappointment when the tool barely registered any protrusion.
The crowd laughed, and Haley wished she could disappear.
Next came the measuring tape, which Jeffrey wrapped around her waist before snapping it against her hipbones with a sharp twang that made her jump. He tugged at the hem of her shorts, lifting them just enough to expose the upper swells of her thighs and the pink edge of her childish panties.
“Moisture check!” he declared suddenly, slipping his hand down the front of her shorts and underwear.
Haley’s breath hitches as Jeffrey’s calloused palm grinds against her mound, the rough skin catching on her delicate folds. Her hips jerk forward instinctively before she can stop herself—a traitorous thrust that presses her clit against his probing fingers.
Haley squeaked, her legs instinctively trying to close, but Miss Simmons simply smacked one of her pert butt cheeks in admonishment.
Jeffrey pulled his hand away with a flourish, holding up glistening fingers for the crowd to see. “And we have a very responsive specimen here, folks!” he announced. “Already prepped and ready for display!”
Haley’s breath came in shallow gasps as Jeffrey continued his “inspection,” pinching her nipples through her tank top and bra announcing, “Well, at least she has responsive fun nipples, even if her tits are tiny,” to the delighted crowd.
Finally, Miss Simmons stepped forward, clipboard in hand. “Based on our thorough evaluation,” she said primly, “we can confirm that Haley here is indeed a prime example of youthful femininity. Now, who’s ready to bid on her... components?”
The crowd erupted into cheers as Jeffrey grabbed the microphone again. “First up—the tank top! Who’ll start the bidding at twenty dollars?”
Haley’s eyes widened as she realized they were going to auction away her clothes, “Wh-what? No!” she stammered, shaking her head.
Miss Simmons simply patted her cheek. “Now, now, Haley. It’s for a good cause. Besides...” She leaned in close, her breath hot against Haley’s ear. “You know you can’t say no.”
Haley’s protests died in her throat as the first bid rang out.
The auctioneer’s gavel cracked against the wooden podium like a gunshot, jolting Haley’s spine straight. Twenty pairs of eyes tracked the sweat beading along her hairline as it slid down her temple—one droplet hanging precariously from her jaw before splattering onto the sun-warmed stage boards between her sneakers.
“Let’s start the bidding for this darling little top at fifty dollars!” Jeffrey’s polished tenor curled around the microphone. His knuckles brushed the side of Haley’s left breast as he gestured toward her chest, the incidental contact making her nipple pucker tighter beneath the double layers of cotton.
From the front row, Ryan’s hand shot up, his adolescent voice cracking. “Sixty!” The acne-scarred teen wiped his palms on his jeans, his gaze locked on the damp patches forming under Haley’s arms where fear-sweat met summer heat.
Miss Simmons’ manicured nail tapped the clipboard. “We have sixty from the young man in the Nirvana tee—any advance on sixty?” Her coral lips pursed when a woman in a sunhat raised a numbered paddle. “Seventy-five from bidder twelve!”
Haley’s fingers twitched at her sides. The tank top clung to her like a second skin, the fabric suctioning against her ribs with each shallow breath. She imagined hands—Ryan’s? The sunhat woman’s?—peeling it away to expose the lace-edged bra beneath. The fantasy sent twin currents of shame and arousal crackling through her nervous system, converging low in her belly where her thighs pressed together.
“One hundred!” Ryan’s shout drew scattered applause. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at Haley’s chest, his tongue darting out to wet chapped lips.
Jeffrey’s chuckle vibrated through the speakers. “Going once ... twice...” The gavel fell. “Sold to our very enthusiastic young collector!”
The crowd parted as Ryan scrambled onto the stage, his sneakers squeaking against the polished wood. Haley caught the scent of Axe body spray and Cheetos as he stopped inches from her, his feverish gaze dropping to the hollow of her throat.
“Go on, winner,” Jeffrey purred. “Claim your prize.”
Ryan’s fingers trembled where they gripped the hem of Haley’s tank. The fabric resisted for one glorious moment before yielding and beginning to peel away from her sweat soaked skin. Cool air kissed Haley’s midriff as the garment slid upward, revealing the smooth tanned skin underneath.
“Arms up,” Ryan breathed.
Haley’s muscles locked. Some ancient instinct screamed to cover herself, but Miss Simmons’ earlier warning echoed louder—You know you can’t say no. Her arms floated upward like marionette strings had been tugged, the motion lifting her small rounded breasts beneath the scalloped cups of her bra.
Ryan yanked the tank over her head with a grunt, the sudden exposure drawing gasps from the crowd. He didn’t immediately retreat—instead, he pressed the damp fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Fuck,” he groaned, his free hand adjusting himself through his jeans. “Smells like sweat and ... something sweet.”
Haley’s pulse hammered in her veins, her hands shaking where they hovered near her ears as she slowly lowered her arms. The midday sun danced across her soft almond skin, the heat a stark contrast to the ice sluicing through her veins. She could just barely smell her arousal as her embarrassment continued—he was smelling her life, her humiliation, her private smells.
Miss Simmons patted Ryan on the arm smiling at him. “Let’s not monopolize the merchandise, please return to your seat” she chided, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Next item—the adorable denim shorts currently hugging Miss Fitz’s hips!”
The gavel’s next strike seemed to reverberate through Haley’s bones. She stared at the sea of raised paddles while Jeffrey described the shorts’ “well-worn inseam” and “strategic distressed areas.” Each bid sent fresh tremors through her —particularly when Lily’s older brother offered two hundred dollars, his letterman jacket sleeves rolled to show off girls’ names tattooed on his biceps.
“Two-fifty!” shouted a gray-haired man near the back.
Haley’s breath hitched. Principal Hendricks’ bifocals flashed as he adjusted his tie, his paddle held aloft like a conquering banner. She’d seen that look before—in his office last semester when she’d accidentally worn a skirt shorter than dress code.
“Going once ... twice...” Jeffrey’s grin widened.
“Three hundred!” shouted Billy, flexing his muscles as he held his paddle high. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles.
Jeffrey looked at Principal Hendricks and the old man shook his head adding, “I’ll wait for a better item!”
Haley’s knees threatened to buckle as Billy bounded onto the stage, his muscular frame dwarfing hers. He didn’t hesitate—just hooked thick fingers through her belt loops and yanked waistband out from her body, sending the metal button flying into the crowd.
Haley whimpered and thought to herself, Oh god, he’s going to rip them right off me!
Billy’s hands slid down to cup her ass through the denim, kneading the firm globes before slowly peeling the shorts downward. The rough fabric scraped against Haley’s thighs, the friction igniting sparks along her oversensitive skin. When the shorts pooled around her ankles, Billy crouched to remove them completely, his face level with her crotch.
“Damn,” he breathed, his hot breath ghosting over her panties. “These little bows are fucking cute.”
Haley squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body trembling. She could feel the dampness between her legs seeping through the cotton, the evidence of her traitorous arousal on display for everyone to see. Billy stood abruptly, the shorts dangling from his fingers as he turned to the crowd.
“Smell that?” he taunted, waving the garment. “Little Haley’s been dripping all morning!” He brought the crotch to his nose and inhaled deeply before tucking them into his back pocket with a wink. “These are going straight to my trophy case.”
The crowd roared with laughter and catcalls, their voices merging into a deafening cacophony that pounded against Haley’s skull. She stood frozen, her arms crossed over her chest in a futile attempt at modesty, her thighs pressed together to hide the damp patch on her panties.
Miss Simmons stepped forward, her clipboard clutched gently to her chest. “Now dear, you know you aren’t allowed to cover up,” she said, smacking Haley’s hands away from covering her bra.
Jeffrey stepped back to the microphone and announced, “Let’s start the bidding on her bra! Do I hear four-hundred?”
Haley’s breath came in shallow gasps as the bids climbed higher and higher, her small breasts heaving beneath the flimsy lace cups. She could feel the eyes of the crowd raking over her body, their gazes like physical touches against her exposed skin.
“Five hundred from bidder twelve!” Miss Simmons called out, her voice ringing with excitement.
The crowd parted as Lily stepped onto the stage, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. She sauntered over to Haley, her hips swaying with each step. “Let’s see what all the fuss is about,” she purred, reaching behind Haley to unclasp the bra with practiced ease.
The straps slid down Haley’s arms, the delicate fabric pooling at her feet. The summer air kissed her bare nipples, making them pucker instantly. Lily cupped the empty cups mockingly against her own chest, eliciting laughter from the crowd.
“Such tiny little things,” Lily cooed, her fingers ghosting over Haley’s exposed breasts. “But so perky.” She pinched one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, twisting lightly.
Haley gasped, her back arching involuntarily. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clit, her pussy clenching and spasming. She could feel the wetness spreading, the evidence of her arousal staining the front of her panties for everyone to see.
Lily released her nipple with a smirk, turning to the crowd with the bra held aloft. “Best five hundred I ever spent,” she declared, tucking the garment into her back pocket before returning to her seat.
Jeffrey’s voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd. “And now, the pièce de résistance—Haley’s adorable little panties!” He gestured grandly toward her waist, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Do I hear six hundred?”
Principal Hendricks’ paddle shot into the air, his voice firm. “One thousand dollars!”
The crowd fell silent as the older man approached the stage, his polished shoes clicking against the wood. Haley’s breath hitched as he stopped before her, his gaze raking over her near-naked form.
“Hands behind your head, elbows out, Miss Fitz,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Haley’s arms obeyed before her mind could protest, her fingers lacing together atop her skull. The position thrust her small breasts forward, her pink nipples standing at attention. Principal Hendricks dragged his fingertips over her lifted left breast circling her nipple before continuing to trace down her body. His knuckles brushed against her stomach, dipping into her cute navel briefly before he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, the contact sending shivers down her spine.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, and instead of pulling them down, he first drew her panties up, pulling them tight against her swollen folds. The rough cotton digging into her and forming an obscene camel toe.
Haley gasped and bit back a moan as she felt her underwear tug against her clit.
Principal Hendricks then chuckled at her reaction and began slowly peeling the damp fabric downward. The cotton clung to her folds, resisting for a moment before yielding to his insistent tug. His thumbs dig into the soft flesh of her inner thighs as he peels the damp cotton downward, exposing inch by quivering inch of her glistening slit. Haley’s breath comes in shallow gasps—each millimeter of revealed skin feeling like another layer of dignity stripped away. After an eternity the panties slid down her thighs, catching briefly on her knees before pooling at her feet.
Haley stood completely exposed, her slight frame trembling under the weight of hundreds of eyes. The warm spring breeze teased her bare skin, making her nipples tighten further and the slick folds between her legs glisten under the midday sun.
Principal Hendricks lifted the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. His eyelids fluttered as he exhaled with a satisfied sigh. “Absolutely soaked,” he announced to the crowd, his voice thick with amusement. “It seems our little Haley here is quite the enthusiastic participant. She has quite the slutty pussy!”
The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, their voices merging into a deafening roar. Haley’s cheeks burned crimson, her entire body trembling with a mixture of shame and arousal. She could feel the wetness trickling down her inner thighs, her traitorous body betraying her at every turn.
Principal Hendricks tucked the panties into his breast pocket with a smirk, the pink bows peeking out over the edge. “A trophy to remember this special day,” he said, patting the pocket gently before returning to his seat.
Jeffrey stepped forward, and absently wiped the tiny rivulet of juice running down her leg before sniffing it with a smile. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, our star attraction is ready for her next performance!” He gestured grandly toward Haley’s naked form, his grin widening. “Follow me to the Drench the Drippy Doll booth for your chance to play!”
The crowd surged forward, their eager voices rising in anticipation as Jeffrey took Haley by the arm and led her off the stage. Her bare feet slapped against the sun-warmed wood, the rough texture a stark contrast to the smooth skin of her soles. She stumbled slightly, her legs weak with a mixture of fear and arousal, but Jeffrey’s grip kept her upright.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “The real fun is just beginning.”
Haley’s breath hitched as they approached the brightly painted booth, her heart pounding against her ribs. The scent of cotton candy and popcorn hung heavy in the air, mingling with the musk of sweat and arousal.
Jeffrey’s fingers dug into Haley’s bare upper arm as he marched her past rows of garishly painted game booths, her nakedness drawing whistles and catcalls from the fairgoers lining the midway. The scent of funnel cakes and livestock mingled with the musk of her own arousal—a sticky trail of slickness glistening down her inner thighs with each unsteady step.
“Almost there, drippy doll,” Jeffrey crooned, his free hand swatting her ass hard enough to leave a red imprint on the pale globe. The sting bloomed outward, mixing with the humiliating thrill of being paraded like livestock through the crowded fairgrounds.
Haley’s breath hitched as they reached a neon-pink booth where Jessica stood wringing her hands behind a counter stacked with rubber-tipped darts. The sign above—Drench the Drippy Doll!—pulsed with garish LED lights that reflected in Jessica’s wide, conflicted eyes.
“J-Jeffrey said I have to...” Jessica stammered, her freckled cheeks flushing darker as she took in Haley’s complete nudity.
Haley’s lips trembled. “Why are you helping them?” The words came out barely above a whisper, drowned by the carnival music piping through nearby speakers.
Jessica’s throat worked silently before she leaned close, her vanilla-jasmine scent a cruel contrast to the situation. “Sorry ... have to ... H-he said if I didn’t do this, I’d be joining you in the auction...”
She gently grabbed Haley’s arms and guided her petite friend until her bare back and ass were pressed up against a large wooden board standing next to the booth.
Jessica grabbed her wrist and stretching Haley’s arm lifted it to lock in with a built in manacle.
Haley shuddered as Jessica reached across her body to take her other wrist, “Jessica please!” she begged.
Jessica hesitated, her fingers trembling where they hovered near Haley’s wrist. For a fleeting moment, Haley thought her friend might refuse—might save her. Then Jeffrey cleared his throat pointedly, and Jessica’s shoulders slumped in defeat.
The cuff snapped shut with finality, the cold metal biting into Haley’s delicate wrist. Jessica moved quickly then, securing Haley’s other wrist and both ankles to the board, leaving her spread-eagled and utterly exposed to the gathering crowd.
Jeffrey produced a set of clear silicone cups from beneath the counter, their inner surfaces ridged with tiny, swirling patterns. “Time to dress up our display,” he announced, pressing the first cup over Haley’s left breast. The suction engaged with a soft pop, the ridges inside immediately beginning to massage her tender flesh. A small, spinning brush descended onto her nipple, the bristles flicking rapidly against the hardened peak.
Haley gasped, her back arching off the board as pleasure zinged straight to her clit. “Oh! Oh god—”
Jessica attached the second cup with shaking hands, her fingers brushing Haley’s right nipple in the process. Haley whimpered, her small breasts now encased in the transparent devices, her pink nipples clearly visible through the silicone as the brushes worked them into stiff little points as the cups sucked on her tiny boobs.
“Beautiful, look at those teats swell” Jeffrey murmured, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “Now, we wouldn’t want to get ahead of ourselves, it’s all part of the game!” he announced flipping a switch that turned off the suction and brushes until someone hit the target. He then reached between Haley’s thighs, his fingers sliding effortlessly through her slick folds. “Someone’s very ready for the main event,” he taunted, holding up glistening fingers for the crowd to see before wiping them on her inner thigh.
From beneath the counter, Jeffrey produced a sleek clear vibrator, its bulbous head glistening with lubricant. Haley’s breath came in shallow gasps as he pressed it against her dripping entrance, the cold gel making her flinch.
“Easy now,” Jeffrey crooned, twisting the toy slowly as he pushed it inside her. The stretch burned deliciously, the textured surface rubbing against her sensitive inner walls in ways that made her toes curl. He slipped a smaller, buzzing device around her engorged clit tightening it around the fleshy base, the pinpoint stimulator ready to burst to life if someone scored a good enough hit, the thought had Haley’s thighs trembling.
The final indignity came in the form of a thin, clear plug that Jeffrey pressed against her tight back entrance. “Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured, though his tone held no kindness. The plug slid in with minimal resistance, its tapered design allowing for easy insertion despite Haley’s instinctive clench.
“There we go,” Jeffrey said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “All dressed up and nowhere to hide.”
Haley looked down and blushed with mortification, the clear dildo and plug made it so everyone could see the damp pink flesh inside her ass and pussy, the clitoral ring vibrator held back the hood and forced the angry red button to protrude from her, sticking out the hole in the center of the ring.
Jeffrey’s polished showman’s smile gleamed under the bright afternoon sun as he spread his arms wide, his shadow stretching across Haley’s trembling form like a spiderweb. “Ladies and gentlemen!” His voice carried over the murmur of the gathering crowd, now three-deep around the booth. “Welcome to the premiere attraction of Haven High’s fundraiser—where you get to play with our very own dripping doll!”
Haley’s breath hitched as Jeffrey’s fingers—still slick with her arousal—trailed down her stomach while he addressed the crowd. The contrast between his jovial tone and the intimate violation made her skin prickle with conflicting sensations. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of her exposure, but the scents of popcorn and sun-warmed plastic mixed with her own musk only anchored her deeper in this nightmare.
“Here’s how it works!” Jeffrey announced, his left hand casually unfastening a hinged metal tray from beneath the counter while his right stroked and squeezed one of Haley’s spread thighs with a proprietary grip. The cold aluminum clicked into place beneath her suspended pelvis, positioned to catch every drop that might fall from her glistening sex. Haley whimpered in mortification at how obvious her leaking arousal would be—the way the tray’s slight concave curve anticipated her body’s betrayal.
And then an horrifying thought crossed her mind, Oh God! What are they going to do with the collected juices?!
Jeffrey tapped the clear dildo protruding from her pussy, making the embedded toy jiggle obscenely. “Each dart throw activates different features on our living display.” His fingers walked up her body like a pianist demonstrating scales— dancing his fingers over her spread swollen pussy lips, trailing a glistening line of wetness over a narrow hip, tracing the rim of her navel, pinching a suction-cupped nipple; causing her to whimper, finally pressing two fingers against her parted lips. “Outer rings...” He pushed his digits into her mouth, smiling as her tongue instinctively licked away her residual wetness. “Breast... — well, itty-bitty-titty, suction and nipple stimulation for...” He glanced at a spinning wheel behind him. “Five to twenty delicious seconds!”
Haley’s hips jerked involuntarily when Jeffrey’s other hand suddenly twisted the dildo inside her, the textured ridges dragging against her inner walls. “Middle rings—” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper the crowd strained to hear. “—get this sweet little pussy buzzing like a beehive.” The vibration kicked on briefly, just enough to make her back arch and a broken moan slip past Jeffrey’s fingers.
The sudden burst of pleasure coiled tight in Haley’s belly, her traitorous cunt clenching around the intruding toy. Shame burned through her veins—how could her body respond like this? She bit down lightly on Jeffrey’s fingers, not enough to hurt, just to feel some semblance of control. He merely chuckled and pulled his fingers out to gently pat her cheek whispering to her, “Oh isn’t that cute!”.
“And for our expert marksmen—” Jeffrey withdrew his glistening fingers with a pop, wiping them on Haley’s collarbone. He tapped the clitoral stimulator, the tiny device twitching against her swollen bud. “ Inner rings light up the clit ring ... and finally, bullseyes light up all her naughty parts at once...” His thumb circled the sensitive skin around the plug in her ass, making her gasp. “ ... plus give our anal adapter a nice ... rumble.”
The crowd’s collective intake of breath sent goosebumps across Haley’s skin. She could feel their eyes crawling over her—the way Ryan licked his lips, how Lily’s fingers absently trailed over her own jeans-clad crotch, an elderly couple just wandering up, the woman fanning herself with a program. Worst of all was the insistent throbbing between her legs, the way her pussy pulsed around the dildo in time with her racing heartbeat.
Jeffrey leaned close, his aftershave stinging Haley’s nostrils. “Here’s the best part, sweetheart,” he murmured, just for her. “No matter how much they play...” His teeth grazed her earlobe. “ ... you don’t get to cum. The system is designed to prevent it.” He straightened with a wink to the crowd. “Think of it as ... edutainment!”
Haley’s vision blurred with unshed tears—from humiliation, from arousal, from the cruel paradox of being simultaneously overstimulated and denied. The drip tray beneath her caught a fresh trickle of her juices, the plink of liquid against metal horrifyingly audible to her ears in a momentary lull of carnival noise.
Jessica stood frozen behind the counter, her knuckles white around a dart. Jeffrey plucked it from her grip and held it aloft. “Who’s ready to play with our favorite little fountain?” The crowd’s roar of approval vibrated through Haley’s bound body as Jeffrey handed the first dart to Ryan. “Let’s see if you can make her sing, champ.”
Haley’s stomach dropped, “P-please...” she whispered, knowing full well no one would listen. The suction cups on her breasts already tingled in anticipation, the vibrators inside her primed to turn her into a shuddering, moaning spectacle. And worst of all—her traitorous body ached for it.
Ryan’s sneakers scuffed against the wooden platform as he accepted the first dart, his acne-flushed face splitting into a grin that showed too much gum. The rubber tip squeaked against his palm as he rolled it between his fingers, his other hand already adjusting the conspicuous bulge in his jeans.