Torment, and reward

The torment lasted for what seemed like days. Ava’s tears flowed out of her eyes like a stream while her mouth betrayed her emotions releasing maniacal laughter. The obnoxious circus music and crazed laughter seemed to fit the situation well, as Ava listening to her uncontrollable laughter made her more unsettled by each passing minute. In addition to this, her reflection of the makeup gradually getting worse and worse as the torment continued added to her distress.

However, it seemed like Ava was at her limit after a few hours. She was incredibly fatigued, dehydrated, and her head began to drop until no response was given anymore to the physical sensations all around her body. The blaring music muted as the buttons in the sound bar were pushed. As soon as she fainted, the items briefly stopped, before a pair of gloves tried to brush against her sides to provoke a laugh, but to no avail. Forks that had jabbed at her feet traced up to her armpits to the same fate. When the various floating items realized that she had actually passed out, they turned to the basketball outfit, which observed her limp body for a moment before giving a nod to them once more.

Her legs, arms, and head were lifted up by various winter gloves she had stored in a nearby drawer. Now above her bed, she was flipped over and her limp body now laid on her back. All of the enchanted items retreated, and the basketball outfit advanced forward in the room as she breathed shallowly.

As if to feel some sort of remorse, the outfit felt on her blushed, paint-covered cheeks and felt how hot they were from the torment. Streaks of tears could be seen even after they had dried, and her disheveled hair and complete physical weakness were very apparent just at a glance.

The outfits’s training glove brushed her hair off of her face and stroked her cheek once more. A snap came from the other glove, and all the items that hovered nearby now stood still and awaited…

Her closed eyes twitched for a moment before opening slowly to look at the ceiling. Her mouth opened, quickly bringing her to attention of how dry her mouth was. She laid under a blanket in a warm room, and her head and shoulders rested on numerous pillows. She was very comfortable.

Memories of what had just happened hours earlier started flooding back and her eyes widened. Immediately sitting up in bed, her eyes shot around her bedroom as she observed her surroundings.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked around to a incredibly neat and organized room, much in contrast to what it had looked like when she got home. Books, bags, and clothes were all neatly arranged, the light was dim in her room with her red filter, and a few scented candles she had laying around were all lit, making the room smell of an oceanside.

As she continuously looked around, she jumped when she felt her blankets shift on their own. The first reaction was to sprint away to avoid repeating what happened previously, but after seeing how far that got her last time, she decided to sit completely still.

The white blanket covered her legs, coaxing them to a more comfortable position before going limp again. She heard footsteps in the hallway before a casual outfit of hers consisting of a grey university sweatshirt, black leggings, and adidas socks and sandals walked in holding a tray.

Ava recoiled back, leaning away from the approaching outfit. The outfit set the tray down on the bed, and gave her a pat on the leg as it turned around and walked back out nonchalantly. The tray had a few things on it; a glass of cold water with ice cubes and a slice of lemon, a turkey sandwich made and cut just the way she liked it, and a piece of paper. She lifted the paper up and squinted at the small, quaint writing.

“How are you feeling?”

She ran her eyes over the writing a few times before hearing a pen click nearby her ear, making her jump once more. The pen hovered down onto her palm after tapping at the paper.

Ava nervously gripped the pen. It was a simple question, but a straightforward answer or a lie could be the difference between being tortured again or being let go. After a moment of thinking, she wrote,

“Scared.”

As she lifted the pen away from the paper, the paper immediately started folding itself until it resembled a plane, then sailed off out of the room. Ava watched, then grabbed the glass of water and hesitantly raised it to her lips. As soon as the refreshing liquid entered her mouth though, she couldn’t get enough. Almost finishing the entire glass, she set it down and began eating the sandwich. The food didn’t seem animate in any way, which somewhat comforted her as she ate it. Shortly after, she finished both the water and food and gently set the tray down on her nightstand.

The blankets slowly rose off of her, revealing that she was still fully nude. She blushed and covered her vagina the best she could and looked down. Her clothing drawer slid open swiftly and a pair of her white nike crew socks slid out onto the floor. They disappeared out of her sight, but quickly reappeared as they neared her feet on the bed and the toe seams of each regarded her and waited for her approval. She didn’t resist or pull back, and that was all the validation they needed.

Both opened their cuff and slid onto her feet slowly. Ava felt shifting from the clothing until they were snug on her size 10 feet, and then she didn’t feel anything odd. Until, they gently pulled her feet out straightening her legs and pushing them back up, making her legs perpendicular with her waist. She was no longer sitting up, but rather laying down with her legs raised.

Her feet were held in place there, with no effort coming from Ava whatsoever. It felt like her legs were suspended by invisible ropes, but she quickly disregarded that feeling when she felt an intense push coming from the bottom of her left foot.

She quietly gasped at the feeling, and then it happened again but this time on her right foot. Then both. Soon, both of her feet were being caressed and massaged by the socks intensely. Given the fact that she had just returned from basketball practice hours earlier, her sore feet did appreciate the passionate attention.

Ava observed what was happening in her laid-back position. She saw the cloth indent on where she felt the massages, almost as if invisible hands were doing the work.

While she was focused on her feet, another pair of her socks of the same kind hopped out of the drawer, with this pair being more confident. They stepped onto the bed, one on each side of Ava as they neared her head. Once her head was between them, they tapped her ears and pushed inwards on her cheeks.

The sensations from her feet already made Ava relax, but after the second pair of socks began to massage her face she closed her eyes and rested her head back down on the pillows, which had been flipped giving her head the “cool” side.

The white socks pressed deep into her cheeks and forehead, pushing their “toes” on her skin and caressing her face before resting their soles on her face. Ava opened her eyes and barely saw anything past the toe seams which rested over them. The fabric smelled like Downy, which smelled pleasantly well while the massage continued on.

Footsteps could be heard coming into her bedroom as she tried to look in that direction. However, the socks stayed on her face which made the act pointless. Given the fact that everything up to this point of her waking up had been pleasant, she trusted that whatever entered the room had no ill intentions.

And she was right. Her basketball outfit now stood next to the bed, and instead of her training gloves completing the outfit, her black satin gloves she had worn to prom did. They traced a finger across the blanket over to her thigh and placed a palm on it, squeezing a bit. Ava gasped, but quickly relaxed once more as she felt the other glove caressing her bare ass.

The socks both moved down her face allowing her to see the basketball outfit touching her. As relaxed as she was, she couldn’t help but to feel uneasy remembering what she had just endured because of that outfit. As if the outfit knew of her discomfort, it turned towards her while raising a hand off her thigh and waved with each finger rising and falling. The hand lowered again, but this time onto her pussy.

Ava bit her lip. The socks on her face pulled downwards, dragging her bottom lip with them. One held her lip down and the other hovered in front of her face, wiggling its toes at her inches from her face. She wasn’t sure why, but the position she was in and the intense massage she had been given made her want to worship every inch of the cloth before her. She was incredibly horny, as much as she’d hate to admit it.

Her hands traveled to the edges of the white sole above her and she tried pulling it down on her face, but it resisted. She tugged at it again, but got a playful slap to the face and it still didn’t budge. Instead, the sock pointed to the right where Ava‘s eyes met with a piece of paper that hovered above her.

“Still scared?”

Ava blushed, now realizing that she was enjoying this, maybe even a bit too much. Given what had just happened earlier and that the world was currently in distress by this phenomenon, knowing that she likes what is going on made her think for a moment.

“N-No.” she said, blushing again and closing her eyes.

Then, and only then, did the sock relent and plant itself on her lips. She kissed the toe seam and licked at the white fabric until it suddenly shoved itself in her mouth, forcing a moan to leave her lips as she felt the gloves getting friskier.

The glove on her ass squeezed and smacked her ass cheek, while the one on her pussy inserted the middle and ring finger into her vagina and slowly started fingering her. Ava bit the sock and moaned in response to the gloves, and the sock responded back by shoving itself deeper in her throat. Her foot massage even got more intense as she felt more pressure on her feet.

The basketball outfit climbed onto the bed slowly, with a thigh high sock on each side of Ava as she was lost with pleasure. Its shorts rested on her waist, and the jersey hovered above them. Ava now felt sensations on her breasts, which turned out to be her blue latex cleaning gloves that animated and came to her room.

A singular finger from each glove brushed on her nipple in circles, teasing her as another moan left her mouth. Pinches ensued, and she began grabbing the gloves until her wrists were grabbed by another pair of the same type.

A quiet click made Ava’s eyes shoot wide open, as that click seemed familiar. It opened a small case she kept below her bed, a case that contained her toys, and a case that had been gaining dust for weeks.

On the left of her bed, she saw her purple vibrator, silver butt plug, and her realistic 7-inch dildo all sail upwards and hover over her chest. The dildo slowly neared her face, and the socks withdrew. They hopped back down off of the bed, and Ava heard them leave the room.

The dildo above her head now rested directly on the middle of her face. Ava knew that with the way it had been acting so far, it didn’t seem happy with her previous negligence. The dildo lightly slapped her cheek a few times, feeling strangely warm, before shoving itself into her mouth and facefucking her ruthlessly.

She loved it.