Flee

Aiko didn’t care now. She just had to escape that belt. With all her last remaining strength, she abandoned her stuck bra and let it slide down her shoulders. Her decently sized tits were free at last, leaving her in just a pair of sheer panties that were wedged up her ass into a thong.

The belt came for her again and caught her on the curve of her ass cheek. Aiko stumbled as she grabbed at her stricken behind. She rubbed to put the fire out, all the while trying to put as much distance between her and the vengeful punk as possible.

“Leave me alone, please.” She managed to get out before a glancing blow struck her behind again.

Unwilling to see any other avenue, she ran across the landing, hoping to use the other staircase to get around Roxanne and toward the front door. This time, Aiko skidded to a halt and saw what was looking up at her. Another balloon.

Before she could process it, the balloon fell towards her. It hit her right in the face and exploded immediately, coating her in cooking oil. The smell was horrific, leaving her thinking about a deepfrier that hadn’t been cleaned in years.

Aiko was half-blinded by the oil as she tried to rub it out of her eyes and her now greasy hair. Each time she moved, she struggled to gain purchase as her entire body was covered in the yucky substance. Her panties were now a mess, and all she wanted to do was to leave.

The babysitter got to her knees and crawled the last of the way toward the stairs. Roxanne tittered in the background as she watched her.

“Leaving so soon? Here, let me help you.”

Roxanne removed her trusty remote control from the inside of her jacket and pressed a button. Like Katie before her, Aiko discovered the gimmicked stairs. The stairs turned into a slide, and Aiko went for a ride down to the lower level, her oily body shooting her down like a rocket.

No sound from Aiko. Her only thought was to escape the mansion. She’d given up on trying to control Roxanne. The teen had won, and she wasn’t about to try to fight again. Ignoring her battered and beaten body, the oily Aiko climbed toward the main staircase with predictable results.

“Click, click,” Aiko heard from Roxanne above.

The main staircase also turned into a slide as the steps folded inwards, and Aiko let gravity take her to the bottom. There was the door. She’d never been so happy to see any type of door before.

Feeling safe enough to get to her feet, she caught a glimpse of her erect nipples and felt an element of shame. This was the most mortifying thing to happen to her in her life.