SlaverTickler
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This is a short preiview of my story featuring TMF vixen TickleJen. I hope all of you like it, especialy TickleJen 
Plaything
By: SlaverTickler
Starring: TickleJen
M/F, None Concents, Abduction, Bindage
Jennifer layed stretched out on the bondage table, her body trembling and glissening with sweat. The session was over, and the guys left commenting on how hot it had been to see her squirm, and hear her squeal. Each of them had been waring hooded robes, like monks, but she knew they were some sort of college or university fraternity. How long had they kept her for. Days, no it had to be atleast weeks, if not a month. They had stripped her of her cloths, restrained her in different positions, with different devices, and done humiliating thing to her. The worst part was, deep down, she had been enjoying it.
It had all started early on a Saturday. Jen had been clubbing Friday night, only to have her friends end up to drunk to drive her home. When they took cabs, Jen decided to walk. Her place wasn't that far away, and she knew a short cut through one of the parks. It was still dark out, and as she walked further from the club the more quiet it got. After about 20 minuets of walking through the forest like park Jennifer was sure she heard a cracking behind her. WIth out turning she began to walk a little quicker, then ran when she heard quick foot steps behind her. Then she broke into a full out sprint, her breast almost bouncing out of her tube top. Jen was almost out of the park when stong hand grabbed hold of her denim jacket. A van pulled up and she was forced inside. Screams for help cam to late, and there wouldn't have been anyone around to here them anyways.
There were at least 2 men in the back of the van, and a 3rd was in the drivers seat. Jen was forced face down, and her wrists were bound behind her back. One of her abducters sat on the back of her thighs and bent her leg upwards. Pulling off her calve high black boot, she heard him sigh at the sight of her nylon covered feet. The unseen man held them together while the other bound them with some sort of soft fabrice.
"Hey Bob, take your time getting back to the house." said one of the men, "I'm going to test this bitch out before we turn her over."
"Bitch!" sceamed Jennifer, "Who the hell are you calling a bitch?!?"
"Why you... bitch." replied the man, causing his friends to laugh, "Why don't you think you are?" asked the man, gliding a finger tip over one of Jen's arches, "Come one, admit it, your a bitch."
"No, oh wait, hehehehe... stop it... hahahaha, don't tickle my foot!" demanding the gigling beauty.
Plaything
By: SlaverTickler
Starring: TickleJen
M/F, None Concents, Abduction, Bindage
Jennifer layed stretched out on the bondage table, her body trembling and glissening with sweat. The session was over, and the guys left commenting on how hot it had been to see her squirm, and hear her squeal. Each of them had been waring hooded robes, like monks, but she knew they were some sort of college or university fraternity. How long had they kept her for. Days, no it had to be atleast weeks, if not a month. They had stripped her of her cloths, restrained her in different positions, with different devices, and done humiliating thing to her. The worst part was, deep down, she had been enjoying it.
It had all started early on a Saturday. Jen had been clubbing Friday night, only to have her friends end up to drunk to drive her home. When they took cabs, Jen decided to walk. Her place wasn't that far away, and she knew a short cut through one of the parks. It was still dark out, and as she walked further from the club the more quiet it got. After about 20 minuets of walking through the forest like park Jennifer was sure she heard a cracking behind her. WIth out turning she began to walk a little quicker, then ran when she heard quick foot steps behind her. Then she broke into a full out sprint, her breast almost bouncing out of her tube top. Jen was almost out of the park when stong hand grabbed hold of her denim jacket. A van pulled up and she was forced inside. Screams for help cam to late, and there wouldn't have been anyone around to here them anyways.
There were at least 2 men in the back of the van, and a 3rd was in the drivers seat. Jen was forced face down, and her wrists were bound behind her back. One of her abducters sat on the back of her thighs and bent her leg upwards. Pulling off her calve high black boot, she heard him sigh at the sight of her nylon covered feet. The unseen man held them together while the other bound them with some sort of soft fabrice.
"Hey Bob, take your time getting back to the house." said one of the men, "I'm going to test this bitch out before we turn her over."
"Bitch!" sceamed Jennifer, "Who the hell are you calling a bitch?!?"
"Why you... bitch." replied the man, causing his friends to laugh, "Why don't you think you are?" asked the man, gliding a finger tip over one of Jen's arches, "Come one, admit it, your a bitch."
"No, oh wait, hehehehe... stop it... hahahaha, don't tickle my foot!" demanding the gigling beauty.
