Payback

Mike bucked as she fell unto a bed. The dungeon was still there. “That was cute. Ready for some payback?” “You…you mean I get to get Emma back?” The voice laughed, actually laughed. “No silly, I mean you become Emma and Erica gets payback. Unless you agree to screw a man of course. In all 3 holes.” “Noooo!” “Have it your way precious. Time for Erica's ****!”

Story: Erica’s ****

Author: Blood612

Source: Chyoa Website

Approval: Yes

Emma snuggled in her warm bed. It felt so good to just relax. Pamela and Patricia had just left. They had been amazing. Her condo was always great at this time. Thanks to her very ticklish ex Erica, she had a condo, a car and royalties from the Renfaire which licensed Erica’s agony. Yes, life was good. A part of Emma wished she could have kept Erica as a toy, but that was greedy. For now, she just felt sleepy snd soon drifted away into sleep under her comfortable blanket.

“Emma. Em-Ma, time to wake up, sweetheart.” Emma slowly stirred, her body still weary. She tried to rise, but she couldn’t move. “What the?” She looked at her arms, she was bound to the bedpost. “All tied up, honey?” The colour drained from Emma’s body as she turned to see a familiar face. There was no other way to put it, Erica looked amazing. She was dressed in a leather tanktop and skirt. Her hair was long and red. Somehow she looked younger than she had all those years ago. “Er-Erica?” “Ohhh! You remembered me. How sweet. And here I thought you had forgotten me. Pamela and Patricia did a number on you, I see.”

Emma tried to vain to free herself. Erica’s cruel grin seemed to grow. Emma felt terror permeate her body as she struggled, but the ropes pinning her arms to the bedpost would no more slacken than a house would carrying a leaf. Her legs were bound as well, rope kept her suspended in the air. After a few minutes, Emma stopped her futile attempts. There was naught but tautness in her bonds. “That was adorable.” noted Erica. “S-so h-how have…have you been? You look amazing.” Emma managed to sputter, still weary from her actions to liberate herself.

“I am glad you asked. After our final date at the Renfaire, I managed to make my way to a shelter. Apparently some lovely college student filmed the event. Her tape ended up in my boss’ possession who terminated me not long after. My charming family disowned me for bringing shame upon the family. Because it got around, my career ended. None of my now former friends wanted anything to do with me. I worked at McDonalds as that was all I could get hired us and after 7 weeks, I made the decision to walk to the bridge and end it all.” Emma’s eyes widened in horror. She had no idea how bad she had destroyed Erica’s life. Emma’s royalties had come at a huge cost. “Before I could leap, I heard a voice. “I wouldn’t do that, if I was you, dear.” I turned to see a woman with long shocking pink hair dressed in a business suit. I was so shocked, I almost overbalanced, but she steadied me. “My name is Billie Stevens. And I have a proposition for you.”

The months that followed were agonising. I worked as Billie’s company Laetitia Risus, Billie having procured me a condo similar to my old one, formerly yours. My diet was restricted, I dyed my hair various colours. I learned under Billie and her staff. Billie kept me abreast of your activities and how you had profited from the Renfaire with royalties. Through instruction, I learned enough about finance to make myself totally independent. And I planned. Planned and here we are.” She paused to grin. “While you slept, I exposed your perfect, flawless body to a solution designed to improve nerve connections. Paula, one of Billie’s staff at her company Laetitia Risus, tested this chemical on me. Her pumice stone drove me tears and emptying my bladder many, many times. Allow me to demonstrate.” She grinned, taking out the object. Emma gulped pedicures were pure **** for her. “Now I know that you were immune, I must relate to you, that it drives even the most unticklish woman wild with hysterical laughter as Billie had others tested often. Of course, if you had been lying in the past about your lack of ticklishness….you will be as sorry as I was after you let those women play with me ar the Renfaire.” “I’m SORRY! PLEASE ERICA, I WAS SCUM! I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I DID TO YOU!!! PLEASE LET ME FIX THIS!” pleaded Emma. Erica calmly held two pumice stones as she lifted them to Emma’s sight. “My dearest Emma, you do not yet realise it, you already have.” she declared as the stones finally made contact with the centre of Emma’s sole.