Halfdan makes the girls kiss

But the worst punishment of all was reserved for Susie and Bonnie.

Halfdan could read both girls' minds, and he knew their deepest darkest secrets that they dared not confess even to themselves. He knew they were both a little bit attracted to each other. Quite a lot attracted, actually. And he knew that the thought of actually doing anything sexy together was just so unbelievably awkward and embarrassing for both Susie and Bonnie that they would never, ever, ever actually do it.

So, of course, Halfdan made them do it all the time.

Sometimes it was as simple as waiting until the girls were studying in the library together, lifting both their skirts up, bending them over the table and spanking their bottoms bright red, side by side. Then handcuffing them together and absconding with their skirts and panties, leaving them both to cooperate a plan for getting home.

Sometimes he ambushed them during sleepovers, pinned the two best friends down on the couch, stripped them naked and made them watch porn together, side by side. Bonnie squirmed and Susie's eyes went wide as they watched hot lesbians spank and wrestle and facesit and dominate each other on screen, thighs uncomfortably brushing up against each other, each acutely aware of the others' presence.

Halfdan would tickle them if they looked away or closed their eyes, so they had no choice but to sit there and take in every obscene act on screen. Then he'd remove all the clothing from the house and leave them to spend the rest of the night in each other's company - naked, horny and not talking about their feelings.

Once he dragged Bonnie and Susie into the girls' locker room and made Bonnie kiss the pussy of every single Pinkwhistle cheerleader, while Susie looked on, helpless to prevent it. Another time he dropped them both off in gen pop at the maximum security women's prison and forced Susie to watch as a multi-racial gang of tough lesbians subjected Bonnie to an utterly degrading all-girl gang bang, which Halfdan filmed and uploaded to the internet for everyone to see.

And quite often he would simply wrap them up together in his tentacles, face to face, boob to boob and embarrassingly wet pussies sliding softly against each other, for a prolonged session of forced intimacy. He made them kiss, tongues slipping into each other's hot wet mouths, lips interlocking, warm breath against each other's skin. If they disobeyed, he tickled them. And sometimes he tickled them anyway - long, shrieking, horribly uncomfortable tickle-torture sessions, feathery tendrils tantalising sides and armpits and feet and the backs of the knees, the girls squirming against each others' sweaty helpless bodies as they giggled helplessly in each other's ears.

After about a week of this treatment, Susie was desperate to cum. But she wasn't allowed to cum. Ever. Halfdan had somehow turned that function off. Bonnie could cum, and did - over and over, while Susie watched, lying flat on a table with a fat purple pseudopod pumping between her thighs and a giggling cheerleader sitting on her face, a dozen manicured cheerleader hands gliding over her nude body, looking for weak spots to tickle and pinch. Once Halfdan made her cum a hundred times in thirty minutes, on live television, just to prove he could.

But Susie couldn't cum at all.

She kept a journal every night, pouring out her most intimate secrets onto the paper. Halfdan made her do it, and uploaded every entry to the internet, for the whole town to read. Sometimes he made her stand naked in front of the town hall, reading the juiciest excerpts out loud to an audience of hundreds of people, unveiling her most private and humiliating thoughts to the whole world.

It was mostly about how horny she was.