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Saharra Huxly took her little cousin to see her favorite pop star Sexy Slyyy in concert. They managed to bump into her after the show and asked for her autograph. But that snotty brat cunt snubbed them. So Saharra found Slyyy later that night, and dragged her to the jail cell in her dungeon. There Slyyy slowly came to. All this little bitch could do was be disgusted by where she was. "Eww. Where am I? My manager is so fired."
She stands up and stumbles out of the cell and right into Saharra Huxly. "Look who's awake." "Oh my god, your that big woman with the little brat that wanted my autograph. What do you want?" Saharra tells her exactly what she wants and why. Then, she shows her. First with a choke slam into the wall. Then she picked her up under her armpits and slammed her against the wall over and over again. The barbie doll pop star crumples to the floor.
Saharra takes Slyyy through a long lesson in manners. Grabbing her, hitting her with those strong mighty hands. Man handling her like the plastic doll she is. grabbing her by the waist flipping her upside down. Shoved between her legs and slapping her bare ass after ripping off her necklaces one by one. no matter how many times this pop star, big tits, barbie doll is brutalized, spanked, tickled, lift & carried, or smothered, her mouth just keeps going. It's going to take more to teach this bitch a much needed lesson.
Slyyy is bound to the big hook hanging from the ceiling of Saharra's dungeon. She is still talking smack with that big slut mouth of hers. But Saharra takes to changing its tone with some stomach punches, knees to the groin, and good old ass spanking. And lets not forget the tickling. Oh how it pleases Saharra to watch confused victims switch between utter fear and uncontrolled fits of laughter.
And Saharra has the right tools for the job. Her metal clawed leather gauntlet makes her all ready strong fingers into something quite menacing. And her hard and soft bristled hair brushes really send the sensations throughout Slyyy's nervous system. But the toothbrush no longer goes in the mouth, no. This one goes between toes, and go it does.
Eventually Saharra blindfolds Slyyy and puts an embarrassing sort of gag over her mouth. It use to be the protective cup from some guys jock strap. Saharra lets her see it so she knows what is on her face before she puts the blindfold on. So if getting stripped naked while blindfolded isn't humiliating enough, but now her senses are completely in shock mode. How can she even prepare for the tickle when she doesn't know when or where it's coming?
Up against the wall, Slyyy's legs are apart so Saharra can tickle the inside of her legs and pussy with two red feathers. That's some sexual tickling if I've ever seen any.
This round the tickling doesn't stay on the hook. No, we transfer this part to the desktop. You see, when someone can't hold themselves up anymore from struggling so hard, the struggle stops having so much oomph to it. So you put them on the desk and now the strain is out of the legs and their body has all sorts of energy to squiggle, wiggle and shake again. And I think that's one of Saharra's favorite parts. So the lets see what various toys and tools she uses to continue this lesson in humility and manners. And how long will it take for Slyyy to learn these lessons? If she does at all. What snotty little brat.
Sexy Slyyy has begun to see the error of her ways. After all she's been through how could she not? She's been stripped of not only her clothes, but her pride and humility as well. What little humility she had at least. One might think it takes a lack of it to parade around on stage like a performing And to avoid this embarrassment all this had to do was sign an autograph for Saharra Huxly's little cousin. Instead Slyyy decide to enroll in Saharra's school of discipline.
When we left them last Saharra had began Slyyy's final lesson. Duct taped to a large wooden beam in a dark narrow corridor, suspended with her feet just able to support her weight. Until Saharra applies her implements of mass tickling.
Saharra gives her the full run over. Ever inch from head to toe is tormented by Saharra's (cough), delicate touch. Her armpits, neck, stomach and thighs, The soles of her feet and in between her toes. Slyyy's body torques and twists with lighting sensations jolting through her skin. Her feet dance across the floor unable to hold up her body. Only when Slyyy is begging for mercy and offering Saharra the world, to never turn down another autograph again. Only then does Saharra grant her release. Through an ear piercing orgasm. This pop star will never look at fame the same way again. That's if Saharra ever lets her go. Depends on if her cousin still likes her or not.
