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Kristy was SO excited to join her friends for the biggest Halloween party of the year! Done up as a slutty princess, the bubbly blonde was going to make some great memories this Spooky Night. All while hopefully finding her way to some dick along the way. Her thighs trembled at the idea of making her subjects kneel before her, and then doing some kneeling herself by the end of the night.<3

As always though, GPS can ruin your life just as easily as it can make it easier. After an hour or so leading the poor young lady in circles the costumed princess was completely turned around. Eventually pulling into a lit up barn in order try to find someone with some directions. What Kristy wasn't expecting though was to walk in on the biggest mob meeting ever seen outside of those movies. All their harsh stares were like daggers as every gruff man and women eyes were on her and her alone.

Quickly she was grabbed and taken away for "questioning", and poor little Kristy was far from prepared for what would be her Halloween fate. 

Brushes, feathers, fingers, tongues: They used everything and anything in order to find out who she was working for. No matter how loud she squealed into her unforgiving gag, no amount of truth was ever enough for her captors. And when they would get "fed up with her lies", they would just turn up the torment. Stripping away her costume, one article of at a time, in order to get to more ticklish places.

The mean thug was now using his diabolical brush in order to get the poor princess to spill the beans. With horrible skill and precision the artist instrument played against her tender tootsies for all it was worth. Sensually tracing along her instep and never forgetting to bully it's way between her toes. 

Every now and then another thug would walk in and check on the progress, only to make things worse for her when none was made. What these lowly criminals could never have suspected though was how much of a ticklish slut their captive truly was. Reacting to every sensitive threat with a longing squeal and a shiver of anticipation. She didn't know what these guys wanted to know, and she didn't care. All Kristy wanted was more tickles. More torture. More punishment.

It was better then any party she could have ever attenuated. Period.

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