ticklishscribe
12-21-2007, 01:22 AM
I'd like to thank my lee, TMF member "Ticklishwoman" for being the most inspiration for any of the stories I have ever written. She was and is A W E S O M E!!!
And here's what my lee said about it.
"Yeah i LOVED IT
I been reading it over & over again
It's perfect. Yeah u can post it"
At the end of the story is a pic of a girl whom Ticklishwoman says looks a lot like her.
And finally, comments are always appreciated about any of my stories and I thank you for taking the time to read them.
She Screamed Inside.
Inspired by Ticklishwoman,
Written by Ticklishscribe
c. 2007.
Sue stood frozen in the darkened bedroom of her house, fear gripping her, along with the man who had his right arm around her upper body and his left holding onto her left arm. She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck and she tried not to move, but the sensation made her squirm. The breath came slightly from above and she surmised that the man was slightly taller than her. She also felt by his firm grip on her that he was stronger and a bit well built. The breath continued on the back of her neck and she continued to squirm.
“You don’t listen do you darling, so stop squirming and lets get this little show on the road.”
She frantically wondered what he meant by “This little show on the road,” and what he was going to do to her. She tried to compose her thoughts and keep calm; trying so that he wouldn’t hurt her. She wanted to cry out for help but her voice had suddenly ceased to function. She wanted to break free of his grip, but if she fought him he might do real harm to her. A scent of perfume interrupted her thoughts and she frantically wondered if she wasn’t the first woman he’d grabbed. The thought of him being a serial whatever was really blowing her senses and she was now beginning to panic. She couldn’t look at him as the lights were off and so her sense of touch was working overtime to compensate. She felt his right hand slowly exploring her chest, her tight tank top allowing him to follow the contours of her upper body and not miss a breast or rib. She squirmed at his touch and jerked as he lightly pinched each of her nipples, then caressed her ribs again.
“Ok darling let’s get on the bed shall we? And no wrong moves, as I don’t want to do anything I don’t have to. But if I have to I will.”
She felt him push her toward the bed and she frantically surmised he might rape her or something just as bad.
She suddenly found her voice. “Please, take whatever you want.” She quietly spoke. “Only don’t hurt me.”
“I’ve no intention of hurting a lovely girl like you.” The voice was responsive and she almost felt slightly comforted in that statement. “But we are going to have a little fun.”
She was next to the bed now and she felt him pushing her onto it. Her nerves were fraying and imploding one by one as she squirmed and tried to stay on her feet.
“Now what did I say wrong moves; are we going to be naughty and force me to do things I’d rather not do. Now in the centre of the bed and lay on your back.”
She stopped squirming and did as he asked. She tried to see who was in the room with her, but it was too dark to see any facial features and the fact he was wearing a mask, didn’t make it any easier. She started squirming again when he followed her onto the bed and then straddled her. He gripped her arms and slowly moved them above her head, causing her to whimper a bit. She squirmed more as she felt a strip of fabric being wrapped around her left wrist, and then being tied to the bedpost. Her squirming and whimpering continued as he did the same to the right one and then sat back to admire her. His left hand caressed her right cheek and it slowly slid down her chin, off her face to once again feel, pinch and caress her right breast. As he did this, his right hand began doing the same to her left breast and she flinched and gasped. Even through her tank top and her bra she could feel his touch and wanted anything for him to not touch her. The hands then slid down her sides and she flinched twice more, as the supple fingers seem to slowly caress each rib and equally as slowly trace their contours from tips to back.
“Oooooh lovely.” The voice was now soft but still guttural and still slightly strange to her and again she wanted the fingers to stop their exploration of her chest.
“Now don’t move darling.“
She desperately wanted to move, wanting to break her bonds, to throw him off and run from the house. She felt him get off her and could hear him move to the foot of the bed. She flinched and writhed her legs as she felt a hand grab her left sneakered foot. Instinctively she tried to pull it away, but again his grip firm and now he added a second hand, only to the heel of the blue and white Nike.
“Naughty darling… but fun.” The hands now tugged at the sneakered foot and also twisted it as well and she could feel her sneaker coming loose. She tried to shove her foot further into the sneaker to keep it on, but he was tugging it further and further away from her. Suddenly the sneaker slid and popped off her foot and she writhed her leg all over, desperately trying to keep it from him. But the hands effortlessly followed her leg and gripped the writhing ankle. Once again she felt fabric being wrapped around a limb and knew he was tying her foot. She flinched and writhed as the leg was stretched to the corner of the bed and the other end of the fabric was tied to the bedpost. Her right leg was flailing all over as she was even more desperate to keep it from him, or at least keep it from him as long as possible.”
“You want to play tag daring? Fine by me, you’re it.” His hands were around her right sneakered foot and again he was tugging and twisting her sneaker off. It came off easier than the left and she flinched and gasped as it hit the floor. The fabric and his hands were again around her ankle and tying it off to the other bedpost and both her feet were now intensely writhing.
She violently flinched as he wriggled her tied feet and giggled gutturally. She violently flinched as he tweaked each of her long slender big toes and he giggled gutturally then tweaked them again. Suddenly single fingers erratically slithered up both soles and she screeched with fear. She was really frantic now, as she knew that he was going to tickle her.
She felt a finger slither inside her sock at the heel and then felt him tugging it there. She writhed her foot all over but instantly found that she was helping her sock come off. She froze but it was too late as the last of it came off her toes and she again writhed her foot all over.
“Please, please.” She whimpered. “Take anything you want only don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you darling.” The fingers erratically slithered up again and this time down as well, causing her to writhe her feet all over. He giggled gutturally and wrapped his right arm around her left foot.
She wanted to cry out for help, but her voice wouldn’t work again and she felt paralysed. She screeched when she felt five fingers skittering up her sole, followed by a tweaking of her toes. The fingers skittered back down and she arched her back and yelped. The fingers now skittered back up and then from side to side just under the toes and she again yelped and began giggling. Her foot was in sudden agony and she wasn’t far behind as the fingers continued to skitter. Now they were tracing the outer edges of her sole and she was trying everything in her power to free her foot. But his grip of her heel was firm and she could tell how delighted he was in having such power over her. She was now giggling uncontrollably and while her foot was writhing in his grip, he was able to effortlessly follow it with his fingers and continue the torturous tickling.
She writhed intensely, feeling the fingers skittering everywhere, following no pattern that she could get used to. Her laughter was now disappearing and she was going silent, but still writhing intensely. She desperately needed release; desperately need to be free of his torture as her sanity was being severely assaulted. Again she tried to see the man, but the darkness and the mask prevented that. She caught a whiff of the perfume again and again she thought of the woman before and what he may have done to her. Was he a serial whatever and could she conceivably be killed in the end. He had promised not to hurt her but could that be a ploy just to keep her quiet. The tickling brought her back to reality and she heartily giggled her way out of silent laughter. She heard him giggle too and knew that he was enjoying her torture immensely. She cursed the sock on her foot, which only went up to her ankle, for enhancing the tickles and her foot writhed more and more. Each stroke seemed worse than the one before, especially when he stroked sideways under her toes. She needed release even more now as her nervous system was imploding faster and faster and she was screaming inside.
“PLEEE-ASE, PLEEE-ASE, PLEEEE-SE I NEED TO-T-T-O BREATH!”
He suddenly stopped tickling and it was then that she really panicked when she felt him slowly peeling away this sock. He was going to tickle her other foot and she was now screaming inside of her to the point where her brain was ready to explode. She felt and heard the almost silent rustle of the cotton and then felt a cool breeze on her sole. The breeze seemed to tickle as well and she felt another one of her nerves imploding and tensed for what was about to come.
He stopped and then came and sat beside her. She tried to see what he looked like, but the mask covered everything but his eyes and his mouth. He leaned forward and slowly gripped her chin then leaned further forward and kissed her. She tried to back away but it was no use and he kissed her several times more. The hint of a scent of perfume returned and she frantically wondered about any woman before her. She was now in fear as he was beginning to get intimate and that really hit home when she felt a hand caress her right breast and then stroke it. Suddenly she felt fingers pushing up on her tank top and she began to feel the cool air on her chest. Fingers now lightly and slowly stroked up and down her sides and she began giggling again. Her senses suddenly became divided as one hand lightly and slowly stroked her left side and the other hand began teasing the front closing clasp on her bra. A cool hand made her flinch even more as a single finger slipped under the bra and caressed her right breast then teasingly stroked the nipple. This was followed by several more now slow strokes of her nipple and she flinched at each one. She flinched and again tried to back away, but the bonds, her bed and him prevented that. Her senses were screaming even louder than before, not just from the tickling but also from the fact that he was going one step further. She violently writhed under him as she felt him straddle her and then lightly kiss her breasts, the left one first. Then he suddenly stopped and gave her one more kiss to the lips then got off her.
“That was nice darling, I may do more of that.”
“Please. Please, take anything you want, only don’t hurt me.” She was really in fear now, knowing that he may do more of that and that he may go even farther than that as well. She was on the edge of the abyss of hysterical panic, and she wanted to escape more then ever now.
“I’m not going to hurt you darling. It’s just that you are so beautiful to not just tickle. And so I can’t pussyfoot around when it comes to that.”
Half of the words pussyfoot exploded within her and she wanted to scream, but her voice failed again and she found herself silent. The silence was quickly quelled when ten fingers ballet danced on the crowns of her ribs and she burst out with guttural giggles. He put all ten of her fingers on her top ribs, pressed firmly and began sliding them back and forth to explore every millimetre. She struggled as much as the bonds would let her and the intense bucking continued. His fingers once again made contact with both sides of her ribcage, she pounded the pillow with the back of her head, going into ticklish convulsions and pulled against her trapped ankles and her toes wriggled frantically. She continued to go wild in her bondage, screaming helplessly as she was delivered into ticklish hell. She was almost being driven into madness as she felt each touch, every slightest movement against her skin, and each movement increased her sensitivity a hundredfold.
"Oh, God no, don't TOUCH me! Don't t-tickle--" She pleaded, suddenly finding her voice again and writhing like crazy writhing all over. "WHY ARE Y-Y-Y-OU D-D-DOING THIS T-T-OO MEEE!"
He ran her fingers up and down her helpless torso up to her armpits, then down along the hypersensitive ribs. He continued down to the bottom edge of her spasmodic ribcage, and again her arms and legs flailed as much as their bonds allowed, and she still rocked the bed with her struggles. Each rib was on fire and he was fuelling those fires to the point of being volcanic.
“Shhhhh darling, you needn’t ask questions now, just laugh for me. Is that button for teasing?”
She began thrashing and cackling and once again, begging him not to tickle her. She laughed desperately, the agonized sound being squeezed out of her, unable to stop. She screamed inside, almost wishing for death to take her.
With a swift flowing stroke, ten fingers were now running lush and rampant over her tender tummy and they skittered the length and breadth of it. She was bucking harder and faster than she had ever done before and was trying anything to get away from the torturous fingers. Her frenzied laughter was now bouncing off the walls, reverberating all around the room in a symphonic crescendo that delighted him no end.
“You have the perfect tummy darling. Taught, silky soft and oh so ticklish. Dare I even leave this area?”
She wanted desperately for him to leave her tummy alone and she wanted it more than ever it was that much torture. Her senses were being stripped naked one after the other and the tickling sensations barraged her brain something awful. She needed relief needed to get away she desperately needed for him to stop. Her head was on the verge of exploding when he suddenly stopped and a deafening silence filled the room. She watched him in the shadows just watching her subside from the tickles, watching her grasp for every breath, watching her writhing slow to a virtual crawl.
It’s a nice pair of fleece pants you’ve got here darling, so revealing of your waist.”
She yelped as she felt finger teasing under the waistband and yelped again then begged profusely for him to leave her pants alone. She jumped as she felt cold steel caressing her waist and heard the snip, snip of scissors as he began cutting off her pants. She wanted to speak, but her voice had gone again and she was screaming inside again. He had cut open her left pant leg and was now starting on the right and her legs pumped like crazy. A final snip and she felt him pulling her pants out from under her.
“Ooooohhh, such a sexy little pair of panties on such a sexy little girl. How nice of you.”
She jumped as she felt a single finger tracing the outer edges of her panties, first the waistband over her tummy and then the leg bands on her inner and outer thighs. He was dangerously close to her pussy and again that was the last place she wanted him to go. The single finger slowly slipped under the waistband and began massaging from side to side. She wanted to laugh cause it tickled the lower end of her tummy, but she was too scared to show him any emotion as he might get the wrong idea about her. Another finger slipped under the left leg waistband and stroked from the front of her thigh to the inner side, lightly touching the outer edge of her pussy itself.
“Nooooo pleeeease, don’t, I’m begging you! Please don’t. Take anything, but please don’t!”
“But I must darling, I must. I have needs and you are going to fulfill them.”
The two fingers were torture personified and she was now squirming intensely and desperately wanting to close her legs. To her relief the fingers now retreated from inside her panties, but the respite was only short lived as a single finger now lightly and slowly stroked and teased up and down her lips and was then joined by another finger moving in the opposite direction. Again she desperately wanted to close her legs, as again the fingers were torture personified. He had hit the spot that she feared being touched the most. Not that it tickled, but that is was sending very sensual shock waves through her and her brain was again reeling from the barrage. She knew that he wanted her and that he was going to have her and she wanted to find even the slightest possibility to stop him.
“Nooooo pleeeease, don’t, I’m begging you! Please don’t. Take anything, but please don’t!”
He laughed and continued stroking, and she felt a fire building within her, a fire that was beginning to rage and become volcanic. Her pussy was ablaze with sensual sensations and she was feeling the heat something terrible. Every stroke was worse than the last as he was hitting all the right nerve endings, and sending all the wrong senses to her brain. Again she was screaming inside, again asking for death to take her and stop this torture. She wanted the lights on, to see him and to reason with him, hoping that him seeing her, he may show some mercy. But all she continued to see was her shadow torturer and it was driving her mad.
“Just a few more strokes darling and you’ll erupt with a fervid cornucopia of sensual delights.” He laughed upon saying that and continued stroking.
Inside she was screaming for him to stop, screaming for him to show even the slightest shred of mercy, as the last thing she wanted was to erupt with a fervid cornucopia of sensual delights. She was on the edge of cumming and knew that he knew it as well, but she continued to pray that he would stop and show some mercy. Suddenly the mercy that she had been intensely praying for arrived as he stopped stroking. Her mercy was very short lived as she felt cold steal against her thigh again and heard the snip, snip of scissors. He was cutting off her panties, wanting to have her naked. She writhed as she felt her now cut panties being pulled out from under her and then felt the stroking resume. This caused her to writhe again and caused him to giggle gutturally.
“I find this erotically exciting you know darling and while I love watching you struggle I must enhance your bondage.”
She wanted to call out no, but her voice had suddenly disappeared had she lie helplessly as he applied restraints on her upper arms by the elbows, across her knees and even her toes were tied back. And to further add to, or take away from her senses, he had also strapped her head down so now she couldn’t even follow any sound that he would make.
She felt a cool breeze across her tummy and again shivered at the fact that she was naked and so wide open to him. She could feel his hot fervid breath on various parts of her body as he leaned close to inspect her, and she shivered again. She knew what he was looking at knew what he was ravenously salivating over and knew that he would have her and that there was nothing she could do about it.
“How are the feet sweet.” He whispered then giggled evilly and gutturally. “Is your mound ready to have its little mind blown circuit by circuit?”
She gasped, breathed heavily and writhed as much as she could, which amounted to almost nothing. Her head moved from side to side and she could feel a knot tightening in the very pit of her stomach, as she knew this was it. Her hottest fantasies and most dreaded fears were about to become true all at once, and her mind was so divided it was almost over the edge and in the abyss of the black hole of tickling.
“Perhaps a little mound talk to start you off; a little feathery message just for you. And I’ll even sign it with love and tickles too.”
She gasped, breathed heavily and tried writhing again, but with hardly any movement and she screamed inside. She screamed inside again as two fingers lightly but firmly pinched her nipples and then did it again. Her nipples were already highly sensitive from his very words and the pinching was now making them two hard points. She gasped again as she felt his lips on hers, kissing again and again as the fingers never let go of her nipples.
“I just love kissing your lips sweetheart and I wonder just how kissable your other lips are.” He giggled evilly and gutturally again and she again tried to writhe.
Her brain was in overdrive, trying to process any and all senses right down to even the minutest ones. But they were coming in faster then her brain could process and overload was imminent. Her brain was divided, one half trying desperately to block out any and all sensations and the other half, embracing them with fervid joy. She wanted to suck in her nipples, wanted desperately to hide them from him, but the other half of her wanted to present them on a silver platter for him. His teasing was incessant and she screamed inside more and more, screams of total fear, screams of total joy, screams from the battle that raged within her.
He was now pinching and massaging her areolas and it felt so good/bad and she wanted him to stop, to continue, wanted her mind to make up it’s mind. The sudden kissing of her left armpit threw her into left field and she squealed and gutturally growled the word no several times over. Further kissing brought the same results and he continued. She was in total confusion now and it was driving her crazy.
“You have the breasts I have always dreamed of my sweet and now they are mine for the taking. Will your mound give me the same orgasmic nirvana?”
She squealed again as fingers fluttered over her entire areolas and then slowly traced the outlines of them. The armpit kissing still continued and she desperately tried to bring her arms down. Her brain was divided on even another matter of that of the bondage. While one half loved the thought of being helpless and at his fervid mercy, the other screamed for freedom.
She felt five fingers leave her left breast and angle up her side then suddenly strike in her left armpit, spidering about. She squealed and began giggling gutturally again. The damn fingers tickled like hell and her brain was divided still once again. Half loved it and half hated it and she cursed herself for shaving there this morning. Hair would have blocked the tickles, but now there was no protection at all and she was naked once more.
“Wishing you hadn’t shaved this morning were you?”
She squealed at the fact, no at the question of whether he had just read her mind or not. Screamed at her answer, and screamed again at the tickling sensations that assaulted her over and over again. Her brain divided once more, as she felt that she was almost being rape tickled; against her will. He had the power and she had nothing, at least that’s what one side of her brain screamed. The other side screamed she had it all and wanted more. She was in heaven she was in hell and he was dividing her and keeping her there.
Suddenly he was nibbling her left nipple, then her right, then her left and back again. Again division in that her brain loved and hated the sensations he was giving her. The equally as suddenly her brain was divided in thirds as both hands struck her armpits and tickled ravenously. She screamed and squealed and then cackled gutturally as the fingers sought out the deepest recesses and tickled from there to the outer edges and then traced them all over, then back into the mother lode.
“You are seriously fucking my senses.” She managed to say between wails of laughter, and what little struggling she could do.
“And I thought fucking was just reserved for the mound,” He replied, continuing to tickle. “What I want to do is to masturbate your senses, to tease them to screaming moaning raw earthy orgasm. I want you fervidly fighting me at every stroke, every nibble, every debaucherous, fervid and carnal thought.”
Even his words tortured her as he spoke them and she screamed inside once more. Half her mind body and soul screamed for relief and begged for freedom and the other half screamed and lusted for more of what he was giving her. She could feel his heated breath on her and it was making her have the most fervid carnal eruptions.
“Before this weekend is through, and you are untied, you will feel every possible stroke and tickle the world has ever known and more. You will feel every carnal pleasure and more ravaging your entire body, sensual nerve ending by sensual nerve ending.”
She bucked as she felt him begin nibbling her ribs and the guttural cackles continued. The cross nibbling was pure torture to her and she squeals at every nibble. Sue could feel his thumbs caressing her bottom ribs and slowly sliding back and forth along them and that further undid her senses. Suddenly the nibbling stopped and not a sound could be heard in the room. She could feel him on top of her, but feel no movement whatsoever and that coupled with the silence was deafening. She shrieked when ten fingers dug into her ribs and she screamed both inside and outside. His fingers found the crevices between the ribs and milked them for all that they worth, sliding along back and forth while wriggling around too. The fingers now ran up and down her sides from her waist to her armpits and she began trying to buck again. As he did this he also began kissing her lips again and this prevented her from laughing.
She was having ticklish conniption upon ticklish conniption and she was screaming inside more than ever. She could also now feel something welling up inside her and that was to pee. No, no, no she told herself, as her had told her that if she did pee he would tickle her more intensely as punishment for wetting the bed. But her bladder was raging along with her loins and she was getting ever closer to the abyss of the black hole of tickling.
Suddenly he stopped the tickling and she prayed he was stopping for good. But he was still kissing her and that now felt so good as she felt his warm lips kissing every contour of hers. He stopped kissing altogether and she felt him slightly tightening the head strap, which was now keeping her head on the mattress. She suddenly tensed when she felt him kissing her again, only this time kissing her cheek and kissing lower and lower. She tried to lift her head up but the head strap prevented that and she squealed and screamed inside as his kisses found her neck and he kissed the left side of it.
“OH MY GOD NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, PLEASE, FUCK NO. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHPIT, STAHPIT STAAAAAAHPIT!”
He giggled gutturally and kissed her more, kissing her a little longer with each one and not missing even a micrometre of skin on her left side. From as far back as he could go to ever so close to her Adam’s apple he kissed and she went wild under him, vainly and violently struggling and writhing she became a wildcat and her bladder and loins raged even more. He was slowly turning her on and making her need to pee an evil she had to deal with.
“Did I hear someone whisper they have to pee? As I said it wouldn’t bode well for you if you peed on my bed you know as I would have to sensually tease tickle punish you on every micrometre of your fervid body.”
He now began to kiss her Adam’s apple and she again screamed inside. But now with the kisses he was now nibbling her Adam’s apple and she was now going insane. To add to her insanity his fingers were also tickling the back of her neck on either side, and she was now on the very edge of the abyss.
“Someone loves necking I see. Perhaps we should change locations and go watch the submarine races at Inspiration Point. Perhaps I could even play ‘Tender is the night, torturous are the tickles’ with your mound.” He giggled gutturally.
“OHHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDDDD NNNNOOOOOOOO!” She strained at her bondage and wanted to be anywhere but with him. She suddenly knew where his other main target was and she was freaking.
“And while we’re there, I could do, “this little submarine went to market, this little submarine stayed home.”
“NO-NO-NO-NOOOOOOOOOOO TOES, NO TOES, FUCK, NO TOES!” She was screaming inside louder than ever before and her bladder and loins were on the edge of their own abyss.
“Oh yesssssss, submarines, piggys, whatever you want me to call them as I tweak, twist and torment them. And yesssssssss even nibble them. Did I mention that I have a ravenous appetite in the worst way for toes?”
He hadn’t and she definitely didn’t want to hear that.
“Shall we get frisky and risky?”
Her mind raced to understand what he meant by those words and yet at the same time she wanted to run away from them, as far away as possible. She tried to tell herself that they were only words that they meant nothing unless he followed through. But she knew that he would follow through, knew that he would follow through with a fervid zeal and that made her scream inside again.
The neck kissing and tickling continued and she was on the verge of loosing it altogether. To say that he had her by the throat was totally correct and yet her mind ran away with thoughts that there was much more he would be doing to her. That thought was driving her insane and now she could feel every strap of the bondage holding her down like they made of steel. The head strap was the worst as it made a deadly combination with the rest of her bondage that was shredding her senses and jacking her brain. Her bladder was in serious trouble and on the verge of exploding and her loins were so hot she was on the verge of orgasming big time. A thought and fear exploded within her and that was that what if she peed and orgasmed at the same time. All of her senses would explode and implode at the same time and she would be left a hollow shell.
She could hear herself screaming and laughing from the neck kissing and tickling and could hear him gutturally giggling as well. Half of her desperately wanted it to be over, but the other half was ravenous for it to continue.
Suddenly he stopped and a curtain of silence was drawn over her. She squirmed with what little movement she had and frantically prayed he would leave her neck alone. Her wish didn’t come true as she felt the soft tendrils of a stiff feather ever so lightly stroking her Adam’s apple and she went wild again.
NO, NO, NO, YOU’RE FUCKING EVIL, YOUR EVIL AND THIS IS-” She wasn’t even allowed to finish her sentence as the cackling returned again.
He swirled the feather’s tip over her Adam’s apple then swirled it to one side of her neck, then swooped it over to the other side. He let the feather tickle right up to and including her ears. She desperately wanted to move her head away to protect her ears and she cursed the strap on her head. The feather tickling inside hers was pure excruciating, as it not only tickled but itched like hell as well. First one ear then the other one, then the Adam’s apple, then the neck on one side then the other. He was tickling and itching at will, leaving her no pattern for which to follow and this was driving her wilder than ever before. Her senses were being driven back up against a wall and then jacked by the feather and she couldn’t decide which was more evil him or the feather.
“Isn’t it lovely how my feather lovingly caresses your neck and kisses it with its sensuous and torturous tendrils. And so I must introduce to every micrometer of your neck. And of course your ears, seeing as how you so love it there.”
He swooped the feather even more now, letting it trail off into her left armpit and into the deep recess. This drove her just as mad as the ear tickling did and her arms strained in the bondage. First one armpit then the other, again not allowing her a pattern to get used to. Once again the lightest and fleeting touch to drive her wild, and again the incessant teasing and tickling. The feather trailed even further downward, now sliding back over the left breast. The feather encircled the base and slowly circled upward until it reached the areola, where it became a psychotic butterfly, flitting all over the sensitive crown and lightly and sensually teasing the nipple. With a quick swoop he was now on the other breast and repeating the same technique. “No, no,” she cackled and squirmed her little heart out. But yes, yes was the feather’s reply and she could feel her nipples becoming hard points again. To further add to her torment, he also slowly but firmly pinched the nipple he wasn’t stroking with the feather and she continued to go wild under him.
“That’s it my sensitive little sweetness, you just go wild under me as the tickles continue to take you into madness. I must remind you though, that there are many more tickles to come and that I see a taught, tender tummy just aching for my incessant feather to stroke it.”
She cried no again and again he giggled gutturally and continued the tickling and pinching. Then suddenly he let the feather trail back and forth along the ribs and causing her to continue her cackles. Follow the contours of her ribs he expertly danced the feather on the crowns and in the recesses. She could feel the feather’s touch and it was murder. She could feel every tendril touching her, tickling her, torturing her and she violently struggled with what little freedom she had left. She again cursed the head strap as it really prohibited her movement immensely and she wanted so much top see to be at least to be able plan her escape, which she now wanted to do at all costs.
“You know your chest reminds me of a ski area that I love so much and of how I love slalom skiing so much. And I’m a pretty aggressive skier too… Here let me show you.”
He stroked the feather across her upper chest just under her breasts then immediately stroked back again. She screamed inside and cackled outside, her chest vibrating with struggles.
“I could have been in the Olympics you know, but I think this is much more rewarding. Your laughter is my gold medal and I want to win many of them. Perhaps a little snowboarding on your feet a little biathlon on your mound.
She screamed again inside as he was talking about her two worst areas for ticklishness and for making her as horny as hell. She could immediately imagine his incessant feather skiing on her soles and on her mound and she vainly struggled on to try and free herself. Even though he had yet to touch, tease, stroke, tickle and orgasm her there, she could already feel that and the thought of it was driving her wild. A sudden swoosh onto her tummy and a quick pirouette with the feather made her squeal with laughter and she violently shook in her bondage.
“And the gold medal is mine, yes and with a new world’s record as well!” He pirouetted the feather again only this time right in her button and she shook more.
Suddenly he stopped with the feather and the deafening silence reappeared. She froze hearing nothing and strained her head upward as if to see where he was. Even a pin dropping would have sent her rocketing to the moon and beyond as she desperately and ravenously craved to know even the slightest of what he was going to do to her next. Guttural giggling made her squeal and violently squirm as she sought where he was.
“Shall we go to the biathlon now? I feel in the mood for another gold medal. Now shall I be in the pursuit or the cross-country. In any case your mound will make an easy target for my feather and fingers.”
“NO, NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, PL-PL-PLEEASE GOD NOOOO!”
“Heavens why no? This will be the utmost pleasure for you, an extensive, intensive pleasure for you. Surely you must want this, as I see the conditions are perfect down there. The little glistening on the peeks, that soft look to the valleys and somewhere down there, your tender little bud as my gold medal winning target.”
She froze and gasped then violently squirmed again. She was on the dangerously close to peeing, hearing his words and she was screaming inside once more. That was the last place she wanted him to touch, and she certainly didn’t like him calling it his gold-medal winning target either. Yet the division within her still raged and the other half of her ravenously craved him to touch and stroke her there. The same half her also ravenously craved to be taken, teased, tickled and sensually tortured. She knew she was glistening as she could feel it. She knew she was on the very razor’s edge of orgasm and the last thing she wanted was for him to know it. But know it he did and she feared that the most.
The feather now swooshed across her tummy and she giggled and squirmed, and this made him giggle as well. He swooshed it again and she continued to giggle and squirm. While it didn’t tickles as much it still made her sensitive tummy react and she couldn’t help but react.
“Mmmmm I see you like my cross-country skiing. Have you ever heard of team cross-country skiing?” And with that he slid ten fingers across her tummy and then back again.
She burst into giggles again and squirmed even more. And desperately tried to suck in her tummy. But the fingers never left it and as they skied here and there she squirmed in the opposite direction to get away. But that only brought him following her squirms and he skied all over. Suddenly she squealed as he leaned forward and blew a long intense raspberry on her button. She instantly began violently writhing again and the cackles returned as well.
“FUCKSHIT!” She swore and then her voice dissolved into cackles again.
He blew several more, one after the other and each one a little longer than the last. Now he added the skiing back in again and she cackled and writhed even more, frantically moving in any direction to get away from him.
“NO, NO ,NOOOOOO ENOUGH, ENOUGH, FUCK I CAN’T SAND THIS!”
“Well then, how about I go a little lower. The gold medal awaits…”
“NO, NO, NO NOT THERE FOR GOD’S SAKE NOT THERE.”
The deafening silence returned and her breath quickened. She jerked and squirmed as she tried to listen to where he was and what he was doing, but all she got in return was silence and no trace of him. Her senses were almost obliterated and they were hanging by a mere thread and she needed release more than ever now. The need to pee was getting stronger and beginning to get dangerously out of control. The battle of wills in her mind raged on as one half fought the other for total supremacy.
She searched in the darkness and listened for any sound of where he was and what he was doing, but still no sound could be heard. Suddenly she squealed and rocked the bed as she felt him lightly kissing the soft pad of her left big toe.
“NO, NO, NO NOT THERE FOR GOD’S SAKE NOT THERE. PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING, SEX, WHATEVER YOU WANT. I CAN’T TAKE IT THERE! PLEASE, PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
And you thought it was time for the biathlon.” He gutturally giggled as he slowly clamped two hands around her foot and kissed her soft pad again and then began kissing the other toes as well. Each one was slowly spread away from the others so that he could kiss in between them and she violently writhed and cackled in the worst way.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm I love skiing around the pylons, it’s just so thrilling, relaxing and challenging. It’s an orgasmically filling sole food.”
Although her leg was tied taught it was still violently pumping and she was cackling to screaming. What few senses and shreds of sanity she had left were being blown apart and she was screaming inside once more. She could now feel him nibbling the toes and her leg pumped even more violently. She could also feel his thumbs massaging the area of her arch where it met the ball of her foot and she cackled and screamed even more. She was totally on the edge now and if she fell into the abyss of the black hold of tickling, she could have cared less. She ravenously craved relief and release and he was sadistically providing neither. Her foot was on fire and he was stoking and stroking the fire for all it was worth. The nibbling was pure torture the thumb massage on her arch and ball was pure torture. Everything he did or said now was pure torture and she was going through hell because of it. A part of her remembered him saying, “Heaven’s just a sin away,” and she didn’t know if she was in heaven or hell. For all she knew she could be in the heaven of hell or the hell of heaven for that matter.
“The part of the arch where it meets the ball of your foot is a particularly sensitive spot I see, so I must pay special and extensive attention to it.”
“NO, NO, NO NOT THERE FOR GOD’S SAKE NOT THERE!” She wanted him to leave that area alone more than anything as he was driving her into eternal madness.
He continued the thumb massage, pressing light enough to tickle her but also firm to really hammer it home. She was going wild in her violent writhing, straining at the bonds and cackles to screaming laughter. He stopped nibbling her toes now and started nibbling the left area that he was massaging and that tickled her like hell. She tried to buck but the bonds were as tight as ever and again she screamed inside. She cursed the head strap most of all.
Suddenly he stopped and she breathed a big sigh of relief, but was still very much on edge as to what was to come next. She squealed again as she felt him wrap his right arm around her left leg and grip her foot by the heel. She squealed again when she felt him grip her left big toe with two fingers and wriggle it.
“This little piggy went skiing.” He teased and tweaked the toe.
“NO, NO, NO NOT THERE NOT THAT PLEEEEASE!” She went wild again and once more screamed inside.
“This little piggy, stayed in the lodge.” He wriggled the second toe a little slower and longer. “And became an appetizer for me.”
“STAAHPIT STAAAHPIT STAAAPIT!” She was gutturally cackling again and her legs were violently pumping once more.
“This little middle piggy went down the slalom course.” He wriggled the toe then made a continuous letter S down the centre line of her sole.
She screamed and cackled even louder and she was violently struggling and writhing so intensely that the bed was now shaking.
“This little fourth piggy, snow boarded down the slalom course.” He wriggled that toe a little longer than the others and gutturally giggled as he did it.
Then suddenly he stopped and her frantic mind wondered why and why he hadn’t done her baby toe. Her now laboured breath was heavy and she squirmed intensely, trying to writhe her feet out of his grip.
“And this little piggy.” She screamed again and begged him to leave her feet alone. “This little baby piggy got ready for the biathlon.”
“NO, NO, NO NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE STAAHP, STAAAAHPIT STAAPHIT STAAHPIT!”
Suddenly five fingers raked and revved right up the middle of her left sole from heel to toes and she became a wildcat again. The tickling sensations went instantly from her already barraged nerve endings in her sole and straight to her brain, which was ready to implode at any moment. He now slid a single finger up and down the sole and she continued to go wild. His finger now traced the outline of her sole, the arch, the ball and the soft pad under her toes and she desperately tried to flex and twist her feet out his grip. She wish she could bring her right foot over to protect the left one, but she knew it was just out of reach and that even if she could he would just tickle that one as well.
The finger was incessant and non-stop and so were her struggles and guttural cackles and screamed inside once more. She now could feel five fingers skating and pirouetting up and down her sole and that tickled as much as the tracing did. Her soft soles and long toes were turning against her and she cursed them. She screamed as her right foot was suddenly attacked and five fingers skittered all over the sole and several of her toes were tweaked. Her left foot was suddenly attacked again and the fingers were now ballet on the sole and the guttural cackles returned and once more she screamed inside.
“Do you like singles routine? Shall I do a couple of triple toe axles?”
“NO, NO, ON NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE STAAHP, STAAAAHPIT STAAPHIT STAAHPIT! THE GAMES ARE OVER, THE GAMES ARE OVER.”
“Oh no, far from over as the biathlon is still yet to come, or is that cum in your part. In any case it’s time for the feathery part of my routine. And I hope you’ll give me tens across the board.”
He went over to her right foot and gripped it firm by the heel. She felt a soft and stiff feather skating across the soft pad under her toes and she went wild again. He swirled it backwards when we got to the edge of the pad and stroked across once more, only this time not following the same line. Her toes flexed and writhed and contorted and she cackled more loudly and again screamed inside as the feather now dipped in between them. He was sensually stroking and attacking her long toes and it was blowing what little was left of her mind. The soft tendrils penetrated in between her toes like heat seeking missiles and found and devastated their ticklish targets. She tried clenching her toes but as soon as the feather touched them, they went wild and splayed out trying to get away from it. A sudden and quick flick with the feather on the toes caused her to shriek and her foot to go wild in its writhing.
“I must thank you.” He called above her hysterical jagged cackles. “For giving me tens across the board. Ten toes that is.” He continued the toe tickling and the sporadic left foot stroking and she continued to go wild.
She screamed and her scream dissolved into cackles again as he now used the quill end on her sole and toes. Her legs continued to pump like crazy, and she continued to rock the bed. He was rapidly short stroking the area where the arch met the ball of her foot and her foot was on fire in no uncertain terms. Each stroke was worth than before and her hysterical jagged cackles were coming faster than before. She wanted to promise him anything if he would stop torturing her feet, but her laughter was stealing her voice. She felt him release her heel and her foot frantically writhed to get away, but a hand firmly clamped over her toes and slowly bent them back. She screamed as the quill began rapidly stroking her toe joints one joint at a time from the big toe to the baby and back again.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” She screamed and her voice became jagged with hysterical giggles again. She was almost ready to give up almost ready to scream for death to take her it was such torture.
He was not only stroking the base of the joints, but letting the quill tickle the edge of the sides of her toes as well. He now gripped her foot from the right side and as her toes frantically splayed out, he tickled in between her toes and she continued to be the wildcat. She was screaming, laughing, cackling and everything in between as the tickling went on and on and on.
Suddenly she felt a great warmness and a great release as her bladder emptied itself and she peed like crazy. She was Niagara Falls and she couldn’t stop no matter how hard she wanted to. Suddenly he stopped tickling and she feared for what he would do next.
“It’s a good thing I put that thick towel there, to catch your mess.” He spoke, gutturally giggling. “I’ll dispense with the towel and allow you a break, because now you have all the time in the world to cum, cause it’s time for the biathlon.”
NO NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE STAAHP, STAAAAHPIT STAAPHIT STAAHPIT! THE GAMES ARE OVER, THE GAMES ARE OVER.”
“Lets examine the Biathlon course shall we?” He giggled gutturally as he said it and let go of her feet.
She heard him move and felt him sitting next to her waist. She screamed as she felt his hot breath on her mound and violently writhed. She screamed again as she felt a single finger touch her labia and then another finger touch her perineum. In her frantic state she felt he had surrounded her mound and cut it off from all hope of freedom. She was on the very edge of insanity.
“What was it Roman Emperor Caligula said Let the games begin.” He giggled gutturally again. “And you know how kinky he was.”
She screamed again as she felt the two single fingers begin rapidly stroking her labia and perineum and she violently writhed once more. She cursed him and the straps just above her knees, which kept her waist movement to a minimum and she again screamed inside.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” She growled, continuing to writhe as much as she could.
“Fuck you say? Maybe later sweetheart, if you’re good or is it bad.” He giggled again. “Shall I tell you some of the targets I have selected for my gold medal winning performance? Your lips, Clitoris, clit hood, that exquisitely terrified tender bud below and of course, your G spot. What was it Caesar said “Veni, vidi, vici. Which means, I came, I saw, I conquered. Or how about a variation on that meaning, I came, I stroked, I drove you wild and made you cum.”
He was indeed driving her wild and making her dangerously close to cumming and that she deaserately didn’t want in any way shape or form. If she came like she peed he would be overjoyed and would sensually tease and tickle her to make her cum even more. She also knew that if she came, she would now be one hundred percent more sensitive. That met being one hundred percent more ticklish and she definitely didn’t want him knowing that.
The two fingers now vibrated there and she gutturally cackled more. He had hit her other worst spot and was working it to the max. If she ever needed release and relief more than ever it was now, as the two fingers were murder on her mound, let alone her senses. Every nerve ending in her mound was on fire and she wanted to put out those fires right now, but she had no power over him and he was stoking them beyond belief.
“NO, NO, NO NOT THERE FOR GOD’S SAKE NOT THERE. PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING, SEX, WHATEVER YOU WANT. I CAN’T TAKE IT THERE! PLEASE, PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THE GAMES ARE OVER, THE GAMES ARE OVER.”
“Not by a long shot sweetheart as the biathlon has only just begun. And I’m taking the long course. Now you’ve mentioned sex again, would that go with the fuck you spoke of earlier?” He gutturally giggled and continued vibrating both areas.
Her mind was exploding and imploding at the same time. Her entire body was on the verge of total collapse, starting with her mound and again she screamed inside. She also screamed outside too and again frantically begged for him to stop. Now she felt him stop and suddenly felt him slowly spreading her lips with two fingers and a third finger slowly peeling back her clit hood. She tensed, suddenly felt a fourth finger now lightly stroking her tender bud and screamed once more. He had hit one of the two buttons that she didn’t want him going anywhere near, let alone touching and she strained for all she was worth in her bonds.
“Ahh yes, I came, I stroked, I drove you wild and made you cum.” He laughed again and now began to lightly rub it. He had her by the bud and he wasn’t letting go by any means. The fingers parted her lips even more and he began to stroke around the bud and her soft sensitive flesh was dangerously overheating. She was dangerously overheating and she needed relief and release NOW, but he continued to build and stoke the fires within her. Suddenly he changed directions and now slowly and sensually slid a single finger up the left side of the lips, across, back down the right side and across again. This circling her mound was deadly and she could feel an orgasm beginning to well up within her. Not only that her voice had gone and all she could do was whisper and hiss at him and that made him giggle at her again.
Once again he changed direction and now began pinching her lips, starting at the bottom and slowly working his way upward. She screamed inside again and hissed at him and that made him giggle once more. The pinching was as horrible as the stroking and if she didn’t get relief and release now she would die. Still once again he changed directions and now began to slowly and oh so sensually massage her mound with the palm of his right hand. He was stoking every fire within her and making them hotter and hotter and her passion was so enflamed the voice inside of her was now screaming for death to take her. Her entire body was writhing so much it was putting a strain on the bonds and she prayed more than ever that one would come loose.
Again he changed directions, but this time he kept rubbing her mound and with his left hand, he reached out and began tickling the centre of her teft foot again, tickling where the arch met the ball. She screamed then cackled and wrenched in her bondage and this time she screamed outside for death to take her and again he giggled.
“”You don’t want death as a friend do you? Why would you want death as a friend when you have me?”
Again he changed directions and now he was not only tickling the arch and ball, but also adding the soft pad under toes and her toes as well.
“I don’t want you cumming right now sweetheart, as I haven’t gone for the gold yet; gold as in G spot. And I know its ravenously craving for me to stroke and tickle it.”
She was so fervidly molten right now that if he touched her G spot she would violently explode, her love honey gushing out like Niagara Falls. She knew that he knew it too and she prayed there was even the most-minute shred of mercy within him and that he would stop. But the horrible massaging and tickling went on and on and on.
And the battle still raged within her. One half of her screaming for death and the other screaming for the fervid, sensual ecstasy that she so ravenously craved. He was tearing her apart, right down the middle and she was afraid that she would be two half shells of her former self. She wanted desperately to cum in the worst way, but the tickling was sadistically keeping her from doing that. She didn’t want to cum, but the massaging was bringing her dangerously close. Two different vibrations that were slowly but ravenously ripping through her like a chainsaw.
He stopped tickling and massaging and she breathed heavily. Again there was a deafening silence and she searched with her ears to hear where he was. But there was no sound and that unnerved her. She knew he wasn’t finished with her, knew he wanted that one spot that would drive her insane when he touched it. A soft guttural giggle made her violently squirm again and she continued to search for him.
“You want it, don’t you.” He whispered. “You know you want it. You ravenously crave it. And I ravenously crave it, so why don’t we pool our cravings and have a fervid feast.”
She squealed when she felt his right thumb and forefinger lightly pressing on either side of her lips and then parting them. She squealed again when she felt a third finger caressing her clit hood and then slowly pulling it back. The moment of ultimate pleasure and control had arrived for him and the moment of fear and pleasure had arrived for her. She screamed inside again and began to cry out with a shortness of breath on the outside.
“Your clit hood is very appealing and I love how soft and sensual it is. It’s like the covers on a nice warm bed that one is ready to climb into.”
She whimpered now and squirmed, but suddenly stopped when she felt that it enhanced the feeling his fingers were giving her. Suddenly she screamed inside again as a forth finger lightly touched her clitoris and feeling or no feeling, she squirmed again. His finger lightly stroked the tip then stroked it again and she could feel her clit getting hot. She knew that he could feel it too as she heard him giggle again and felt him stroke more. She wanted to scream inside again as well as outside, but her voice was gone and she knew that without it he had her totally. She may as well have been gagged for all the good her voice was doing her now and she suddenly felt a prisoner in her own body. The finger’s stroking was now incessant and her clit was getting hotter and hotter. She was feeling that need to cum again and a new battle now raged within her as she fought to quell it.
“How soft this bud feels, how tender it feels when I stroke it, tease it and love it. And oh how your clit hood offers you no protection whatsoever. Oh how your body slowly gives in to me and lets me take it for my fervid and lustful pleasure.”
His words struck fear into her and she squirmed more, wanting this to all stop. She wanted to cry out, to scream, but her voice was still gone and she knew that he had stolen it. She knew that as long as he had the power he would keep it and deny her a chance to speak. She felt each stroke as though it were the pounding of a drum and the sound echoed in her brain. The battle of wills raged within her and she fought like a crazed wildcat to suppress the need to cum. The other half of her fought like another wildcat to cum, and she felt like she was trying to stop a volcano from erupting.
He changed directions still again and suddenly she felt his finger slowly tracing the edges of her vaginal opening. The moment of ultimate pleasure and control had fully arrived for him and the moment of fear and pleasure had fully arrived for her. She tried to scream, but her voice was still stolen and her breath quickened. The finger continued to circle her vagina like a ravenous hawk circling for the kill and she wanted to cry, but no tears would come. Except for fear, he had stolen every emotion and feeling with in her and she now felt like two hollow shells of her former self. Aside from her G spot, she felt he now owned her heart and soul, yet a part of her tenuously clung to the faint hope that freedom would be granted her.
Suddenly the finger began to enter her and she almost breathlessly squealed, finding her voice again. He giggled gutturally and slowly pressed home his attack. She could feel his finger slowly sliding in and then caressing her vaginal walls on either side, to seek out her G spot. Her breath became laboured and she tightly clenched her eyes shut hoping that it would all go away, but the finger kept coming and coming. She jerked as she felt the finger caress her G spot for the first time and and then felt he finger slowly encircle her G spot. Now she was completely his as the last of her was captured and he now had total control. The finger now began to massage the spot and her breath quickened and she squirmed.
She knew that he now owned her and she knew that he had the power, the ultimate and finite power to make her orgasm and orgasm on his terms alone.
The finger was slow but very effective in its torture of the nerve endings in her G spot and she found that while it was one thing for him to sensually tortured and stroked her from the outside, it was quite another to be sensually tortured and stroked from the inside. She could feel his finger far more inside then she had ever felt it on the outside and she was screaming to inside again. Her spot was burning with the fervid and ravenous desire to explode and implode with a cornucopia of sensual and sexual awakenings. The battle still raged within her as one half battled the other for supremacy. She almost felt her spot pulsating, rapidly beating like her heart and pulse and ready to erupt like a volcano.
He let his finger just lay there now and while a part of her frantically wanted to push it out and away another part of her wanted to suck it all the way in, heart and soul. Why had he stopped just when she was ready to give him what he wanted, ready to totally give up and let him own her. As if he had read her mind, his finger started stroking again and she squirmed with pleasure and fear. Her spot was ready to flower, ready to burst forth and proclaim to be his and his alone.
Suddenly and slowly he began drawing his finger out again and she quietly begged him to leave it in and continue stroking. He was cruelly leaving her on the edge, leaving her two half shells of her former self, empty and sexually denied. She found it erotically unnerving and was ready to just give up, let go and fall into the erotic abyss, never to be seen or heard from again. Suddenly there was a trickle, as she couldn’t hold back the torrent of a river that was her cumming. Her senses and nerve endings became dominos and they were now falling down one after another and she knew that he had finally dominated her. The fingers resumed their stroking on the outside again along with the pinching of her lips in this sensually sadistic equation. She wasn’t a virgin flower ready to bloom, but a sensual volcano ready to erupt fervidly. For suddenly the dam had burst and she arched her back in the worse way, let out a half moan half scream, then fell back onto the bed to ooze forth his victory. He giggled gutturally,
She was exhausted, spent and emotionally demoralized, now shivering from the sensual torture that he had forced upon her. The darkness was far blacker than it had ever been and she could barely make out his silhouette as he sat beside her. But suddenly her eyes were barraged by brightness and she had to blink several times to focus them. He had turned on the light and for the first time she saw him and his mask covered face totally. The balaclava was even more foreboding now and she was riveted with fear from the dark flashing eyes that bore down on her, the ultra white teeth that were the core of a fiendish smile. She watched frozen as he began to remove the balaclava and she froze in utter disbelief, froze in the abyss that suddenly overcame her as a long red mane of hair fell out from under it.
“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE A…”
“A woman… Yes darling and I’ve had so much fun with you I want to do it all over again. So lets start with some more tickling shall we.” She rolled a table up to the bed and put a toolbox on it. Opening it she began to bring out a number of items.
“My sensually shredding feathers will definitely have you in a state of hysterical panic in no time. My nylon brushes, a guaranteed ripper of the soles. My toothbrushes: both manual and electric. So small and oh so devastating as they can get into even the smallest nook and cranny. And my massage vibrator, it tickles as well as orgasms, from the armpits to the soles and everywhere else in between. It snipes away with a deadly and fervid accuracy."
She was becoming really psyched out now, as her eyes were riveted on the tools and she began squirming and writhing again. Suddenly the lights went out and she screamed inside.
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"Yeah i LOVED IT
I been reading it over & over again
It's perfect. Yeah u can post it"
At the end of the story is a pic of a girl whom Ticklishwoman says looks a lot like her.
And finally, comments are always appreciated about any of my stories and I thank you for taking the time to read them.
She Screamed Inside.
Inspired by Ticklishwoman,
Written by Ticklishscribe
c. 2007.
Sue stood frozen in the darkened bedroom of her house, fear gripping her, along with the man who had his right arm around her upper body and his left holding onto her left arm. She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck and she tried not to move, but the sensation made her squirm. The breath came slightly from above and she surmised that the man was slightly taller than her. She also felt by his firm grip on her that he was stronger and a bit well built. The breath continued on the back of her neck and she continued to squirm.
“You don’t listen do you darling, so stop squirming and lets get this little show on the road.”
She frantically wondered what he meant by “This little show on the road,” and what he was going to do to her. She tried to compose her thoughts and keep calm; trying so that he wouldn’t hurt her. She wanted to cry out for help but her voice had suddenly ceased to function. She wanted to break free of his grip, but if she fought him he might do real harm to her. A scent of perfume interrupted her thoughts and she frantically wondered if she wasn’t the first woman he’d grabbed. The thought of him being a serial whatever was really blowing her senses and she was now beginning to panic. She couldn’t look at him as the lights were off and so her sense of touch was working overtime to compensate. She felt his right hand slowly exploring her chest, her tight tank top allowing him to follow the contours of her upper body and not miss a breast or rib. She squirmed at his touch and jerked as he lightly pinched each of her nipples, then caressed her ribs again.
“Ok darling let’s get on the bed shall we? And no wrong moves, as I don’t want to do anything I don’t have to. But if I have to I will.”
She felt him push her toward the bed and she frantically surmised he might rape her or something just as bad.
She suddenly found her voice. “Please, take whatever you want.” She quietly spoke. “Only don’t hurt me.”
“I’ve no intention of hurting a lovely girl like you.” The voice was responsive and she almost felt slightly comforted in that statement. “But we are going to have a little fun.”
She was next to the bed now and she felt him pushing her onto it. Her nerves were fraying and imploding one by one as she squirmed and tried to stay on her feet.
“Now what did I say wrong moves; are we going to be naughty and force me to do things I’d rather not do. Now in the centre of the bed and lay on your back.”
She stopped squirming and did as he asked. She tried to see who was in the room with her, but it was too dark to see any facial features and the fact he was wearing a mask, didn’t make it any easier. She started squirming again when he followed her onto the bed and then straddled her. He gripped her arms and slowly moved them above her head, causing her to whimper a bit. She squirmed more as she felt a strip of fabric being wrapped around her left wrist, and then being tied to the bedpost. Her squirming and whimpering continued as he did the same to the right one and then sat back to admire her. His left hand caressed her right cheek and it slowly slid down her chin, off her face to once again feel, pinch and caress her right breast. As he did this, his right hand began doing the same to her left breast and she flinched and gasped. Even through her tank top and her bra she could feel his touch and wanted anything for him to not touch her. The hands then slid down her sides and she flinched twice more, as the supple fingers seem to slowly caress each rib and equally as slowly trace their contours from tips to back.
“Oooooh lovely.” The voice was now soft but still guttural and still slightly strange to her and again she wanted the fingers to stop their exploration of her chest.
“Now don’t move darling.“
She desperately wanted to move, wanting to break her bonds, to throw him off and run from the house. She felt him get off her and could hear him move to the foot of the bed. She flinched and writhed her legs as she felt a hand grab her left sneakered foot. Instinctively she tried to pull it away, but again his grip firm and now he added a second hand, only to the heel of the blue and white Nike.
“Naughty darling… but fun.” The hands now tugged at the sneakered foot and also twisted it as well and she could feel her sneaker coming loose. She tried to shove her foot further into the sneaker to keep it on, but he was tugging it further and further away from her. Suddenly the sneaker slid and popped off her foot and she writhed her leg all over, desperately trying to keep it from him. But the hands effortlessly followed her leg and gripped the writhing ankle. Once again she felt fabric being wrapped around a limb and knew he was tying her foot. She flinched and writhed as the leg was stretched to the corner of the bed and the other end of the fabric was tied to the bedpost. Her right leg was flailing all over as she was even more desperate to keep it from him, or at least keep it from him as long as possible.”
“You want to play tag daring? Fine by me, you’re it.” His hands were around her right sneakered foot and again he was tugging and twisting her sneaker off. It came off easier than the left and she flinched and gasped as it hit the floor. The fabric and his hands were again around her ankle and tying it off to the other bedpost and both her feet were now intensely writhing.
She violently flinched as he wriggled her tied feet and giggled gutturally. She violently flinched as he tweaked each of her long slender big toes and he giggled gutturally then tweaked them again. Suddenly single fingers erratically slithered up both soles and she screeched with fear. She was really frantic now, as she knew that he was going to tickle her.
She felt a finger slither inside her sock at the heel and then felt him tugging it there. She writhed her foot all over but instantly found that she was helping her sock come off. She froze but it was too late as the last of it came off her toes and she again writhed her foot all over.
“Please, please.” She whimpered. “Take anything you want only don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you darling.” The fingers erratically slithered up again and this time down as well, causing her to writhe her feet all over. He giggled gutturally and wrapped his right arm around her left foot.
She wanted to cry out for help, but her voice wouldn’t work again and she felt paralysed. She screeched when she felt five fingers skittering up her sole, followed by a tweaking of her toes. The fingers skittered back down and she arched her back and yelped. The fingers now skittered back up and then from side to side just under the toes and she again yelped and began giggling. Her foot was in sudden agony and she wasn’t far behind as the fingers continued to skitter. Now they were tracing the outer edges of her sole and she was trying everything in her power to free her foot. But his grip of her heel was firm and she could tell how delighted he was in having such power over her. She was now giggling uncontrollably and while her foot was writhing in his grip, he was able to effortlessly follow it with his fingers and continue the torturous tickling.
She writhed intensely, feeling the fingers skittering everywhere, following no pattern that she could get used to. Her laughter was now disappearing and she was going silent, but still writhing intensely. She desperately needed release; desperately need to be free of his torture as her sanity was being severely assaulted. Again she tried to see the man, but the darkness and the mask prevented that. She caught a whiff of the perfume again and again she thought of the woman before and what he may have done to her. Was he a serial whatever and could she conceivably be killed in the end. He had promised not to hurt her but could that be a ploy just to keep her quiet. The tickling brought her back to reality and she heartily giggled her way out of silent laughter. She heard him giggle too and knew that he was enjoying her torture immensely. She cursed the sock on her foot, which only went up to her ankle, for enhancing the tickles and her foot writhed more and more. Each stroke seemed worse than the one before, especially when he stroked sideways under her toes. She needed release even more now as her nervous system was imploding faster and faster and she was screaming inside.
“PLEEE-ASE, PLEEE-ASE, PLEEEE-SE I NEED TO-T-T-O BREATH!”
He suddenly stopped tickling and it was then that she really panicked when she felt him slowly peeling away this sock. He was going to tickle her other foot and she was now screaming inside of her to the point where her brain was ready to explode. She felt and heard the almost silent rustle of the cotton and then felt a cool breeze on her sole. The breeze seemed to tickle as well and she felt another one of her nerves imploding and tensed for what was about to come.
He stopped and then came and sat beside her. She tried to see what he looked like, but the mask covered everything but his eyes and his mouth. He leaned forward and slowly gripped her chin then leaned further forward and kissed her. She tried to back away but it was no use and he kissed her several times more. The hint of a scent of perfume returned and she frantically wondered about any woman before her. She was now in fear as he was beginning to get intimate and that really hit home when she felt a hand caress her right breast and then stroke it. Suddenly she felt fingers pushing up on her tank top and she began to feel the cool air on her chest. Fingers now lightly and slowly stroked up and down her sides and she began giggling again. Her senses suddenly became divided as one hand lightly and slowly stroked her left side and the other hand began teasing the front closing clasp on her bra. A cool hand made her flinch even more as a single finger slipped under the bra and caressed her right breast then teasingly stroked the nipple. This was followed by several more now slow strokes of her nipple and she flinched at each one. She flinched and again tried to back away, but the bonds, her bed and him prevented that. Her senses were screaming even louder than before, not just from the tickling but also from the fact that he was going one step further. She violently writhed under him as she felt him straddle her and then lightly kiss her breasts, the left one first. Then he suddenly stopped and gave her one more kiss to the lips then got off her.
“That was nice darling, I may do more of that.”
“Please. Please, take anything you want, only don’t hurt me.” She was really in fear now, knowing that he may do more of that and that he may go even farther than that as well. She was on the edge of the abyss of hysterical panic, and she wanted to escape more then ever now.
“I’m not going to hurt you darling. It’s just that you are so beautiful to not just tickle. And so I can’t pussyfoot around when it comes to that.”
Half of the words pussyfoot exploded within her and she wanted to scream, but her voice failed again and she found herself silent. The silence was quickly quelled when ten fingers ballet danced on the crowns of her ribs and she burst out with guttural giggles. He put all ten of her fingers on her top ribs, pressed firmly and began sliding them back and forth to explore every millimetre. She struggled as much as the bonds would let her and the intense bucking continued. His fingers once again made contact with both sides of her ribcage, she pounded the pillow with the back of her head, going into ticklish convulsions and pulled against her trapped ankles and her toes wriggled frantically. She continued to go wild in her bondage, screaming helplessly as she was delivered into ticklish hell. She was almost being driven into madness as she felt each touch, every slightest movement against her skin, and each movement increased her sensitivity a hundredfold.
"Oh, God no, don't TOUCH me! Don't t-tickle--" She pleaded, suddenly finding her voice again and writhing like crazy writhing all over. "WHY ARE Y-Y-Y-OU D-D-DOING THIS T-T-OO MEEE!"
He ran her fingers up and down her helpless torso up to her armpits, then down along the hypersensitive ribs. He continued down to the bottom edge of her spasmodic ribcage, and again her arms and legs flailed as much as their bonds allowed, and she still rocked the bed with her struggles. Each rib was on fire and he was fuelling those fires to the point of being volcanic.
“Shhhhh darling, you needn’t ask questions now, just laugh for me. Is that button for teasing?”
She began thrashing and cackling and once again, begging him not to tickle her. She laughed desperately, the agonized sound being squeezed out of her, unable to stop. She screamed inside, almost wishing for death to take her.
With a swift flowing stroke, ten fingers were now running lush and rampant over her tender tummy and they skittered the length and breadth of it. She was bucking harder and faster than she had ever done before and was trying anything to get away from the torturous fingers. Her frenzied laughter was now bouncing off the walls, reverberating all around the room in a symphonic crescendo that delighted him no end.
“You have the perfect tummy darling. Taught, silky soft and oh so ticklish. Dare I even leave this area?”
She wanted desperately for him to leave her tummy alone and she wanted it more than ever it was that much torture. Her senses were being stripped naked one after the other and the tickling sensations barraged her brain something awful. She needed relief needed to get away she desperately needed for him to stop. Her head was on the verge of exploding when he suddenly stopped and a deafening silence filled the room. She watched him in the shadows just watching her subside from the tickles, watching her grasp for every breath, watching her writhing slow to a virtual crawl.
It’s a nice pair of fleece pants you’ve got here darling, so revealing of your waist.”
She yelped as she felt finger teasing under the waistband and yelped again then begged profusely for him to leave her pants alone. She jumped as she felt cold steel caressing her waist and heard the snip, snip of scissors as he began cutting off her pants. She wanted to speak, but her voice had gone again and she was screaming inside again. He had cut open her left pant leg and was now starting on the right and her legs pumped like crazy. A final snip and she felt him pulling her pants out from under her.
“Ooooohhh, such a sexy little pair of panties on such a sexy little girl. How nice of you.”
She jumped as she felt a single finger tracing the outer edges of her panties, first the waistband over her tummy and then the leg bands on her inner and outer thighs. He was dangerously close to her pussy and again that was the last place she wanted him to go. The single finger slowly slipped under the waistband and began massaging from side to side. She wanted to laugh cause it tickled the lower end of her tummy, but she was too scared to show him any emotion as he might get the wrong idea about her. Another finger slipped under the left leg waistband and stroked from the front of her thigh to the inner side, lightly touching the outer edge of her pussy itself.
“Nooooo pleeeease, don’t, I’m begging you! Please don’t. Take anything, but please don’t!”
“But I must darling, I must. I have needs and you are going to fulfill them.”
The two fingers were torture personified and she was now squirming intensely and desperately wanting to close her legs. To her relief the fingers now retreated from inside her panties, but the respite was only short lived as a single finger now lightly and slowly stroked and teased up and down her lips and was then joined by another finger moving in the opposite direction. Again she desperately wanted to close her legs, as again the fingers were torture personified. He had hit the spot that she feared being touched the most. Not that it tickled, but that is was sending very sensual shock waves through her and her brain was again reeling from the barrage. She knew that he wanted her and that he was going to have her and she wanted to find even the slightest possibility to stop him.
“Nooooo pleeeease, don’t, I’m begging you! Please don’t. Take anything, but please don’t!”
He laughed and continued stroking, and she felt a fire building within her, a fire that was beginning to rage and become volcanic. Her pussy was ablaze with sensual sensations and she was feeling the heat something terrible. Every stroke was worse than the last as he was hitting all the right nerve endings, and sending all the wrong senses to her brain. Again she was screaming inside, again asking for death to take her and stop this torture. She wanted the lights on, to see him and to reason with him, hoping that him seeing her, he may show some mercy. But all she continued to see was her shadow torturer and it was driving her mad.
“Just a few more strokes darling and you’ll erupt with a fervid cornucopia of sensual delights.” He laughed upon saying that and continued stroking.
Inside she was screaming for him to stop, screaming for him to show even the slightest shred of mercy, as the last thing she wanted was to erupt with a fervid cornucopia of sensual delights. She was on the edge of cumming and knew that he knew it as well, but she continued to pray that he would stop and show some mercy. Suddenly the mercy that she had been intensely praying for arrived as he stopped stroking. Her mercy was very short lived as she felt cold steal against her thigh again and heard the snip, snip of scissors. He was cutting off her panties, wanting to have her naked. She writhed as she felt her now cut panties being pulled out from under her and then felt the stroking resume. This caused her to writhe again and caused him to giggle gutturally.
“I find this erotically exciting you know darling and while I love watching you struggle I must enhance your bondage.”
She wanted to call out no, but her voice had suddenly disappeared had she lie helplessly as he applied restraints on her upper arms by the elbows, across her knees and even her toes were tied back. And to further add to, or take away from her senses, he had also strapped her head down so now she couldn’t even follow any sound that he would make.
She felt a cool breeze across her tummy and again shivered at the fact that she was naked and so wide open to him. She could feel his hot fervid breath on various parts of her body as he leaned close to inspect her, and she shivered again. She knew what he was looking at knew what he was ravenously salivating over and knew that he would have her and that there was nothing she could do about it.
“How are the feet sweet.” He whispered then giggled evilly and gutturally. “Is your mound ready to have its little mind blown circuit by circuit?”
She gasped, breathed heavily and writhed as much as she could, which amounted to almost nothing. Her head moved from side to side and she could feel a knot tightening in the very pit of her stomach, as she knew this was it. Her hottest fantasies and most dreaded fears were about to become true all at once, and her mind was so divided it was almost over the edge and in the abyss of the black hole of tickling.
“Perhaps a little mound talk to start you off; a little feathery message just for you. And I’ll even sign it with love and tickles too.”
She gasped, breathed heavily and tried writhing again, but with hardly any movement and she screamed inside. She screamed inside again as two fingers lightly but firmly pinched her nipples and then did it again. Her nipples were already highly sensitive from his very words and the pinching was now making them two hard points. She gasped again as she felt his lips on hers, kissing again and again as the fingers never let go of her nipples.
“I just love kissing your lips sweetheart and I wonder just how kissable your other lips are.” He giggled evilly and gutturally again and she again tried to writhe.
Her brain was in overdrive, trying to process any and all senses right down to even the minutest ones. But they were coming in faster then her brain could process and overload was imminent. Her brain was divided, one half trying desperately to block out any and all sensations and the other half, embracing them with fervid joy. She wanted to suck in her nipples, wanted desperately to hide them from him, but the other half of her wanted to present them on a silver platter for him. His teasing was incessant and she screamed inside more and more, screams of total fear, screams of total joy, screams from the battle that raged within her.
He was now pinching and massaging her areolas and it felt so good/bad and she wanted him to stop, to continue, wanted her mind to make up it’s mind. The sudden kissing of her left armpit threw her into left field and she squealed and gutturally growled the word no several times over. Further kissing brought the same results and he continued. She was in total confusion now and it was driving her crazy.
“You have the breasts I have always dreamed of my sweet and now they are mine for the taking. Will your mound give me the same orgasmic nirvana?”
She squealed again as fingers fluttered over her entire areolas and then slowly traced the outlines of them. The armpit kissing still continued and she desperately tried to bring her arms down. Her brain was divided on even another matter of that of the bondage. While one half loved the thought of being helpless and at his fervid mercy, the other screamed for freedom.
She felt five fingers leave her left breast and angle up her side then suddenly strike in her left armpit, spidering about. She squealed and began giggling gutturally again. The damn fingers tickled like hell and her brain was divided still once again. Half loved it and half hated it and she cursed herself for shaving there this morning. Hair would have blocked the tickles, but now there was no protection at all and she was naked once more.
“Wishing you hadn’t shaved this morning were you?”
She squealed at the fact, no at the question of whether he had just read her mind or not. Screamed at her answer, and screamed again at the tickling sensations that assaulted her over and over again. Her brain divided once more, as she felt that she was almost being rape tickled; against her will. He had the power and she had nothing, at least that’s what one side of her brain screamed. The other side screamed she had it all and wanted more. She was in heaven she was in hell and he was dividing her and keeping her there.
Suddenly he was nibbling her left nipple, then her right, then her left and back again. Again division in that her brain loved and hated the sensations he was giving her. The equally as suddenly her brain was divided in thirds as both hands struck her armpits and tickled ravenously. She screamed and squealed and then cackled gutturally as the fingers sought out the deepest recesses and tickled from there to the outer edges and then traced them all over, then back into the mother lode.
“You are seriously fucking my senses.” She managed to say between wails of laughter, and what little struggling she could do.
“And I thought fucking was just reserved for the mound,” He replied, continuing to tickle. “What I want to do is to masturbate your senses, to tease them to screaming moaning raw earthy orgasm. I want you fervidly fighting me at every stroke, every nibble, every debaucherous, fervid and carnal thought.”
Even his words tortured her as he spoke them and she screamed inside once more. Half her mind body and soul screamed for relief and begged for freedom and the other half screamed and lusted for more of what he was giving her. She could feel his heated breath on her and it was making her have the most fervid carnal eruptions.
“Before this weekend is through, and you are untied, you will feel every possible stroke and tickle the world has ever known and more. You will feel every carnal pleasure and more ravaging your entire body, sensual nerve ending by sensual nerve ending.”
She bucked as she felt him begin nibbling her ribs and the guttural cackles continued. The cross nibbling was pure torture to her and she squeals at every nibble. Sue could feel his thumbs caressing her bottom ribs and slowly sliding back and forth along them and that further undid her senses. Suddenly the nibbling stopped and not a sound could be heard in the room. She could feel him on top of her, but feel no movement whatsoever and that coupled with the silence was deafening. She shrieked when ten fingers dug into her ribs and she screamed both inside and outside. His fingers found the crevices between the ribs and milked them for all that they worth, sliding along back and forth while wriggling around too. The fingers now ran up and down her sides from her waist to her armpits and she began trying to buck again. As he did this he also began kissing her lips again and this prevented her from laughing.
She was having ticklish conniption upon ticklish conniption and she was screaming inside more than ever. She could also now feel something welling up inside her and that was to pee. No, no, no she told herself, as her had told her that if she did pee he would tickle her more intensely as punishment for wetting the bed. But her bladder was raging along with her loins and she was getting ever closer to the abyss of the black hole of tickling.
Suddenly he stopped the tickling and she prayed he was stopping for good. But he was still kissing her and that now felt so good as she felt his warm lips kissing every contour of hers. He stopped kissing altogether and she felt him slightly tightening the head strap, which was now keeping her head on the mattress. She suddenly tensed when she felt him kissing her again, only this time kissing her cheek and kissing lower and lower. She tried to lift her head up but the head strap prevented that and she squealed and screamed inside as his kisses found her neck and he kissed the left side of it.
“OH MY GOD NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, PLEASE, FUCK NO. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHPIT, STAHPIT STAAAAAAHPIT!”
He giggled gutturally and kissed her more, kissing her a little longer with each one and not missing even a micrometre of skin on her left side. From as far back as he could go to ever so close to her Adam’s apple he kissed and she went wild under him, vainly and violently struggling and writhing she became a wildcat and her bladder and loins raged even more. He was slowly turning her on and making her need to pee an evil she had to deal with.
“Did I hear someone whisper they have to pee? As I said it wouldn’t bode well for you if you peed on my bed you know as I would have to sensually tease tickle punish you on every micrometre of your fervid body.”
He now began to kiss her Adam’s apple and she again screamed inside. But now with the kisses he was now nibbling her Adam’s apple and she was now going insane. To add to her insanity his fingers were also tickling the back of her neck on either side, and she was now on the very edge of the abyss.
“Someone loves necking I see. Perhaps we should change locations and go watch the submarine races at Inspiration Point. Perhaps I could even play ‘Tender is the night, torturous are the tickles’ with your mound.” He giggled gutturally.
“OHHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDDDD NNNNOOOOOOOO!” She strained at her bondage and wanted to be anywhere but with him. She suddenly knew where his other main target was and she was freaking.
“And while we’re there, I could do, “this little submarine went to market, this little submarine stayed home.”
“NO-NO-NO-NOOOOOOOOOOO TOES, NO TOES, FUCK, NO TOES!” She was screaming inside louder than ever before and her bladder and loins were on the edge of their own abyss.
“Oh yesssssss, submarines, piggys, whatever you want me to call them as I tweak, twist and torment them. And yesssssssss even nibble them. Did I mention that I have a ravenous appetite in the worst way for toes?”
He hadn’t and she definitely didn’t want to hear that.
“Shall we get frisky and risky?”
Her mind raced to understand what he meant by those words and yet at the same time she wanted to run away from them, as far away as possible. She tried to tell herself that they were only words that they meant nothing unless he followed through. But she knew that he would follow through, knew that he would follow through with a fervid zeal and that made her scream inside again.
The neck kissing and tickling continued and she was on the verge of loosing it altogether. To say that he had her by the throat was totally correct and yet her mind ran away with thoughts that there was much more he would be doing to her. That thought was driving her insane and now she could feel every strap of the bondage holding her down like they made of steel. The head strap was the worst as it made a deadly combination with the rest of her bondage that was shredding her senses and jacking her brain. Her bladder was in serious trouble and on the verge of exploding and her loins were so hot she was on the verge of orgasming big time. A thought and fear exploded within her and that was that what if she peed and orgasmed at the same time. All of her senses would explode and implode at the same time and she would be left a hollow shell.
She could hear herself screaming and laughing from the neck kissing and tickling and could hear him gutturally giggling as well. Half of her desperately wanted it to be over, but the other half was ravenous for it to continue.
Suddenly he stopped and a curtain of silence was drawn over her. She squirmed with what little movement she had and frantically prayed he would leave her neck alone. Her wish didn’t come true as she felt the soft tendrils of a stiff feather ever so lightly stroking her Adam’s apple and she went wild again.
NO, NO, NO, YOU’RE FUCKING EVIL, YOUR EVIL AND THIS IS-” She wasn’t even allowed to finish her sentence as the cackling returned again.
He swirled the feather’s tip over her Adam’s apple then swirled it to one side of her neck, then swooped it over to the other side. He let the feather tickle right up to and including her ears. She desperately wanted to move her head away to protect her ears and she cursed the strap on her head. The feather tickling inside hers was pure excruciating, as it not only tickled but itched like hell as well. First one ear then the other one, then the Adam’s apple, then the neck on one side then the other. He was tickling and itching at will, leaving her no pattern for which to follow and this was driving her wilder than ever before. Her senses were being driven back up against a wall and then jacked by the feather and she couldn’t decide which was more evil him or the feather.
“Isn’t it lovely how my feather lovingly caresses your neck and kisses it with its sensuous and torturous tendrils. And so I must introduce to every micrometer of your neck. And of course your ears, seeing as how you so love it there.”
He swooped the feather even more now, letting it trail off into her left armpit and into the deep recess. This drove her just as mad as the ear tickling did and her arms strained in the bondage. First one armpit then the other, again not allowing her a pattern to get used to. Once again the lightest and fleeting touch to drive her wild, and again the incessant teasing and tickling. The feather trailed even further downward, now sliding back over the left breast. The feather encircled the base and slowly circled upward until it reached the areola, where it became a psychotic butterfly, flitting all over the sensitive crown and lightly and sensually teasing the nipple. With a quick swoop he was now on the other breast and repeating the same technique. “No, no,” she cackled and squirmed her little heart out. But yes, yes was the feather’s reply and she could feel her nipples becoming hard points again. To further add to her torment, he also slowly but firmly pinched the nipple he wasn’t stroking with the feather and she continued to go wild under him.
“That’s it my sensitive little sweetness, you just go wild under me as the tickles continue to take you into madness. I must remind you though, that there are many more tickles to come and that I see a taught, tender tummy just aching for my incessant feather to stroke it.”
She cried no again and again he giggled gutturally and continued the tickling and pinching. Then suddenly he let the feather trail back and forth along the ribs and causing her to continue her cackles. Follow the contours of her ribs he expertly danced the feather on the crowns and in the recesses. She could feel the feather’s touch and it was murder. She could feel every tendril touching her, tickling her, torturing her and she violently struggled with what little freedom she had left. She again cursed the head strap as it really prohibited her movement immensely and she wanted so much top see to be at least to be able plan her escape, which she now wanted to do at all costs.
“You know your chest reminds me of a ski area that I love so much and of how I love slalom skiing so much. And I’m a pretty aggressive skier too… Here let me show you.”
He stroked the feather across her upper chest just under her breasts then immediately stroked back again. She screamed inside and cackled outside, her chest vibrating with struggles.
“I could have been in the Olympics you know, but I think this is much more rewarding. Your laughter is my gold medal and I want to win many of them. Perhaps a little snowboarding on your feet a little biathlon on your mound.
She screamed again inside as he was talking about her two worst areas for ticklishness and for making her as horny as hell. She could immediately imagine his incessant feather skiing on her soles and on her mound and she vainly struggled on to try and free herself. Even though he had yet to touch, tease, stroke, tickle and orgasm her there, she could already feel that and the thought of it was driving her wild. A sudden swoosh onto her tummy and a quick pirouette with the feather made her squeal with laughter and she violently shook in her bondage.
“And the gold medal is mine, yes and with a new world’s record as well!” He pirouetted the feather again only this time right in her button and she shook more.
Suddenly he stopped with the feather and the deafening silence reappeared. She froze hearing nothing and strained her head upward as if to see where he was. Even a pin dropping would have sent her rocketing to the moon and beyond as she desperately and ravenously craved to know even the slightest of what he was going to do to her next. Guttural giggling made her squeal and violently squirm as she sought where he was.
“Shall we go to the biathlon now? I feel in the mood for another gold medal. Now shall I be in the pursuit or the cross-country. In any case your mound will make an easy target for my feather and fingers.”
“NO, NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, PL-PL-PLEEASE GOD NOOOO!”
“Heavens why no? This will be the utmost pleasure for you, an extensive, intensive pleasure for you. Surely you must want this, as I see the conditions are perfect down there. The little glistening on the peeks, that soft look to the valleys and somewhere down there, your tender little bud as my gold medal winning target.”
She froze and gasped then violently squirmed again. She was on the dangerously close to peeing, hearing his words and she was screaming inside once more. That was the last place she wanted him to touch, and she certainly didn’t like him calling it his gold-medal winning target either. Yet the division within her still raged and the other half of her ravenously craved him to touch and stroke her there. The same half her also ravenously craved to be taken, teased, tickled and sensually tortured. She knew she was glistening as she could feel it. She knew she was on the very razor’s edge of orgasm and the last thing she wanted was for him to know it. But know it he did and she feared that the most.
The feather now swooshed across her tummy and she giggled and squirmed, and this made him giggle as well. He swooshed it again and she continued to giggle and squirm. While it didn’t tickles as much it still made her sensitive tummy react and she couldn’t help but react.
“Mmmmm I see you like my cross-country skiing. Have you ever heard of team cross-country skiing?” And with that he slid ten fingers across her tummy and then back again.
She burst into giggles again and squirmed even more. And desperately tried to suck in her tummy. But the fingers never left it and as they skied here and there she squirmed in the opposite direction to get away. But that only brought him following her squirms and he skied all over. Suddenly she squealed as he leaned forward and blew a long intense raspberry on her button. She instantly began violently writhing again and the cackles returned as well.
“FUCKSHIT!” She swore and then her voice dissolved into cackles again.
He blew several more, one after the other and each one a little longer than the last. Now he added the skiing back in again and she cackled and writhed even more, frantically moving in any direction to get away from him.
“NO, NO ,NOOOOOO ENOUGH, ENOUGH, FUCK I CAN’T SAND THIS!”
“Well then, how about I go a little lower. The gold medal awaits…”
“NO, NO, NO NOT THERE FOR GOD’S SAKE NOT THERE.”
The deafening silence returned and her breath quickened. She jerked and squirmed as she tried to listen to where he was and what he was doing, but all she got in return was silence and no trace of him. Her senses were almost obliterated and they were hanging by a mere thread and she needed release more than ever now. The need to pee was getting stronger and beginning to get dangerously out of control. The battle of wills in her mind raged on as one half fought the other for total supremacy.
She searched in the darkness and listened for any sound of where he was and what he was doing, but still no sound could be heard. Suddenly she squealed and rocked the bed as she felt him lightly kissing the soft pad of her left big toe.
“NO, NO, NO NOT THERE FOR GOD’S SAKE NOT THERE. PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING, SEX, WHATEVER YOU WANT. I CAN’T TAKE IT THERE! PLEASE, PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
And you thought it was time for the biathlon.” He gutturally giggled as he slowly clamped two hands around her foot and kissed her soft pad again and then began kissing the other toes as well. Each one was slowly spread away from the others so that he could kiss in between them and she violently writhed and cackled in the worst way.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm I love skiing around the pylons, it’s just so thrilling, relaxing and challenging. It’s an orgasmically filling sole food.”
Although her leg was tied taught it was still violently pumping and she was cackling to screaming. What few senses and shreds of sanity she had left were being blown apart and she was screaming inside once more. She could now feel him nibbling the toes and her leg pumped even more violently. She could also feel his thumbs massaging the area of her arch where it met the ball of her foot and she cackled and screamed even more. She was totally on the edge now and if she fell into the abyss of the black hold of tickling, she could have cared less. She ravenously craved relief and release and he was sadistically providing neither. Her foot was on fire and he was stoking and stroking the fire for all it was worth. The nibbling was pure torture the thumb massage on her arch and ball was pure torture. Everything he did or said now was pure torture and she was going through hell because of it. A part of her remembered him saying, “Heaven’s just a sin away,” and she didn’t know if she was in heaven or hell. For all she knew she could be in the heaven of hell or the hell of heaven for that matter.
“The part of the arch where it meets the ball of your foot is a particularly sensitive spot I see, so I must pay special and extensive attention to it.”
“NO, NO, NO NOT THERE FOR GOD’S SAKE NOT THERE!” She wanted him to leave that area alone more than anything as he was driving her into eternal madness.
He continued the thumb massage, pressing light enough to tickle her but also firm to really hammer it home. She was going wild in her violent writhing, straining at the bonds and cackles to screaming laughter. He stopped nibbling her toes now and started nibbling the left area that he was massaging and that tickled her like hell. She tried to buck but the bonds were as tight as ever and again she screamed inside. She cursed the head strap most of all.
Suddenly he stopped and she breathed a big sigh of relief, but was still very much on edge as to what was to come next. She squealed again as she felt him wrap his right arm around her left leg and grip her foot by the heel. She squealed again when she felt him grip her left big toe with two fingers and wriggle it.
“This little piggy went skiing.” He teased and tweaked the toe.
“NO, NO, NO NOT THERE NOT THAT PLEEEEASE!” She went wild again and once more screamed inside.
“This little piggy, stayed in the lodge.” He wriggled the second toe a little slower and longer. “And became an appetizer for me.”
“STAAHPIT STAAAHPIT STAAAPIT!” She was gutturally cackling again and her legs were violently pumping once more.
“This little middle piggy went down the slalom course.” He wriggled the toe then made a continuous letter S down the centre line of her sole.
She screamed and cackled even louder and she was violently struggling and writhing so intensely that the bed was now shaking.
“This little fourth piggy, snow boarded down the slalom course.” He wriggled that toe a little longer than the others and gutturally giggled as he did it.
Then suddenly he stopped and her frantic mind wondered why and why he hadn’t done her baby toe. Her now laboured breath was heavy and she squirmed intensely, trying to writhe her feet out of his grip.
“And this little piggy.” She screamed again and begged him to leave her feet alone. “This little baby piggy got ready for the biathlon.”
“NO, NO, NO NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE STAAHP, STAAAAHPIT STAAPHIT STAAHPIT!”
Suddenly five fingers raked and revved right up the middle of her left sole from heel to toes and she became a wildcat again. The tickling sensations went instantly from her already barraged nerve endings in her sole and straight to her brain, which was ready to implode at any moment. He now slid a single finger up and down the sole and she continued to go wild. His finger now traced the outline of her sole, the arch, the ball and the soft pad under her toes and she desperately tried to flex and twist her feet out his grip. She wish she could bring her right foot over to protect the left one, but she knew it was just out of reach and that even if she could he would just tickle that one as well.
The finger was incessant and non-stop and so were her struggles and guttural cackles and screamed inside once more. She now could feel five fingers skating and pirouetting up and down her sole and that tickled as much as the tracing did. Her soft soles and long toes were turning against her and she cursed them. She screamed as her right foot was suddenly attacked and five fingers skittered all over the sole and several of her toes were tweaked. Her left foot was suddenly attacked again and the fingers were now ballet on the sole and the guttural cackles returned and once more she screamed inside.
“Do you like singles routine? Shall I do a couple of triple toe axles?”
“NO, NO, ON NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE STAAHP, STAAAAHPIT STAAPHIT STAAHPIT! THE GAMES ARE OVER, THE GAMES ARE OVER.”
“Oh no, far from over as the biathlon is still yet to come, or is that cum in your part. In any case it’s time for the feathery part of my routine. And I hope you’ll give me tens across the board.”
He went over to her right foot and gripped it firm by the heel. She felt a soft and stiff feather skating across the soft pad under her toes and she went wild again. He swirled it backwards when we got to the edge of the pad and stroked across once more, only this time not following the same line. Her toes flexed and writhed and contorted and she cackled more loudly and again screamed inside as the feather now dipped in between them. He was sensually stroking and attacking her long toes and it was blowing what little was left of her mind. The soft tendrils penetrated in between her toes like heat seeking missiles and found and devastated their ticklish targets. She tried clenching her toes but as soon as the feather touched them, they went wild and splayed out trying to get away from it. A sudden and quick flick with the feather on the toes caused her to shriek and her foot to go wild in its writhing.
“I must thank you.” He called above her hysterical jagged cackles. “For giving me tens across the board. Ten toes that is.” He continued the toe tickling and the sporadic left foot stroking and she continued to go wild.
She screamed and her scream dissolved into cackles again as he now used the quill end on her sole and toes. Her legs continued to pump like crazy, and she continued to rock the bed. He was rapidly short stroking the area where the arch met the ball of her foot and her foot was on fire in no uncertain terms. Each stroke was worth than before and her hysterical jagged cackles were coming faster than before. She wanted to promise him anything if he would stop torturing her feet, but her laughter was stealing her voice. She felt him release her heel and her foot frantically writhed to get away, but a hand firmly clamped over her toes and slowly bent them back. She screamed as the quill began rapidly stroking her toe joints one joint at a time from the big toe to the baby and back again.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” She screamed and her voice became jagged with hysterical giggles again. She was almost ready to give up almost ready to scream for death to take her it was such torture.
He was not only stroking the base of the joints, but letting the quill tickle the edge of the sides of her toes as well. He now gripped her foot from the right side and as her toes frantically splayed out, he tickled in between her toes and she continued to be the wildcat. She was screaming, laughing, cackling and everything in between as the tickling went on and on and on.
Suddenly she felt a great warmness and a great release as her bladder emptied itself and she peed like crazy. She was Niagara Falls and she couldn’t stop no matter how hard she wanted to. Suddenly he stopped tickling and she feared for what he would do next.
“It’s a good thing I put that thick towel there, to catch your mess.” He spoke, gutturally giggling. “I’ll dispense with the towel and allow you a break, because now you have all the time in the world to cum, cause it’s time for the biathlon.”
NO NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE STAAHP, STAAAAHPIT STAAPHIT STAAHPIT! THE GAMES ARE OVER, THE GAMES ARE OVER.”
“Lets examine the Biathlon course shall we?” He giggled gutturally as he said it and let go of her feet.
She heard him move and felt him sitting next to her waist. She screamed as she felt his hot breath on her mound and violently writhed. She screamed again as she felt a single finger touch her labia and then another finger touch her perineum. In her frantic state she felt he had surrounded her mound and cut it off from all hope of freedom. She was on the very edge of insanity.
“What was it Roman Emperor Caligula said Let the games begin.” He giggled gutturally again. “And you know how kinky he was.”
She screamed again as she felt the two single fingers begin rapidly stroking her labia and perineum and she violently writhed once more. She cursed him and the straps just above her knees, which kept her waist movement to a minimum and she again screamed inside.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” She growled, continuing to writhe as much as she could.
“Fuck you say? Maybe later sweetheart, if you’re good or is it bad.” He giggled again. “Shall I tell you some of the targets I have selected for my gold medal winning performance? Your lips, Clitoris, clit hood, that exquisitely terrified tender bud below and of course, your G spot. What was it Caesar said “Veni, vidi, vici. Which means, I came, I saw, I conquered. Or how about a variation on that meaning, I came, I stroked, I drove you wild and made you cum.”
He was indeed driving her wild and making her dangerously close to cumming and that she deaserately didn’t want in any way shape or form. If she came like she peed he would be overjoyed and would sensually tease and tickle her to make her cum even more. She also knew that if she came, she would now be one hundred percent more sensitive. That met being one hundred percent more ticklish and she definitely didn’t want him knowing that.
The two fingers now vibrated there and she gutturally cackled more. He had hit her other worst spot and was working it to the max. If she ever needed release and relief more than ever it was now, as the two fingers were murder on her mound, let alone her senses. Every nerve ending in her mound was on fire and she wanted to put out those fires right now, but she had no power over him and he was stoking them beyond belief.
“NO, NO, NO NOT THERE FOR GOD’S SAKE NOT THERE. PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING, SEX, WHATEVER YOU WANT. I CAN’T TAKE IT THERE! PLEASE, PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THE GAMES ARE OVER, THE GAMES ARE OVER.”
“Not by a long shot sweetheart as the biathlon has only just begun. And I’m taking the long course. Now you’ve mentioned sex again, would that go with the fuck you spoke of earlier?” He gutturally giggled and continued vibrating both areas.
Her mind was exploding and imploding at the same time. Her entire body was on the verge of total collapse, starting with her mound and again she screamed inside. She also screamed outside too and again frantically begged for him to stop. Now she felt him stop and suddenly felt him slowly spreading her lips with two fingers and a third finger slowly peeling back her clit hood. She tensed, suddenly felt a fourth finger now lightly stroking her tender bud and screamed once more. He had hit one of the two buttons that she didn’t want him going anywhere near, let alone touching and she strained for all she was worth in her bonds.
“Ahh yes, I came, I stroked, I drove you wild and made you cum.” He laughed again and now began to lightly rub it. He had her by the bud and he wasn’t letting go by any means. The fingers parted her lips even more and he began to stroke around the bud and her soft sensitive flesh was dangerously overheating. She was dangerously overheating and she needed relief and release NOW, but he continued to build and stoke the fires within her. Suddenly he changed directions and now slowly and sensually slid a single finger up the left side of the lips, across, back down the right side and across again. This circling her mound was deadly and she could feel an orgasm beginning to well up within her. Not only that her voice had gone and all she could do was whisper and hiss at him and that made him giggle at her again.
Once again he changed direction and now began pinching her lips, starting at the bottom and slowly working his way upward. She screamed inside again and hissed at him and that made him giggle once more. The pinching was as horrible as the stroking and if she didn’t get relief and release now she would die. Still once again he changed directions and now began to slowly and oh so sensually massage her mound with the palm of his right hand. He was stoking every fire within her and making them hotter and hotter and her passion was so enflamed the voice inside of her was now screaming for death to take her. Her entire body was writhing so much it was putting a strain on the bonds and she prayed more than ever that one would come loose.
Again he changed directions, but this time he kept rubbing her mound and with his left hand, he reached out and began tickling the centre of her teft foot again, tickling where the arch met the ball. She screamed then cackled and wrenched in her bondage and this time she screamed outside for death to take her and again he giggled.
“”You don’t want death as a friend do you? Why would you want death as a friend when you have me?”
Again he changed directions and now he was not only tickling the arch and ball, but also adding the soft pad under toes and her toes as well.
“I don’t want you cumming right now sweetheart, as I haven’t gone for the gold yet; gold as in G spot. And I know its ravenously craving for me to stroke and tickle it.”
She was so fervidly molten right now that if he touched her G spot she would violently explode, her love honey gushing out like Niagara Falls. She knew that he knew it too and she prayed there was even the most-minute shred of mercy within him and that he would stop. But the horrible massaging and tickling went on and on and on.
And the battle still raged within her. One half of her screaming for death and the other screaming for the fervid, sensual ecstasy that she so ravenously craved. He was tearing her apart, right down the middle and she was afraid that she would be two half shells of her former self. She wanted desperately to cum in the worst way, but the tickling was sadistically keeping her from doing that. She didn’t want to cum, but the massaging was bringing her dangerously close. Two different vibrations that were slowly but ravenously ripping through her like a chainsaw.
He stopped tickling and massaging and she breathed heavily. Again there was a deafening silence and she searched with her ears to hear where he was. But there was no sound and that unnerved her. She knew he wasn’t finished with her, knew he wanted that one spot that would drive her insane when he touched it. A soft guttural giggle made her violently squirm again and she continued to search for him.
“You want it, don’t you.” He whispered. “You know you want it. You ravenously crave it. And I ravenously crave it, so why don’t we pool our cravings and have a fervid feast.”
She squealed when she felt his right thumb and forefinger lightly pressing on either side of her lips and then parting them. She squealed again when she felt a third finger caressing her clit hood and then slowly pulling it back. The moment of ultimate pleasure and control had arrived for him and the moment of fear and pleasure had arrived for her. She screamed inside again and began to cry out with a shortness of breath on the outside.
“Your clit hood is very appealing and I love how soft and sensual it is. It’s like the covers on a nice warm bed that one is ready to climb into.”
She whimpered now and squirmed, but suddenly stopped when she felt that it enhanced the feeling his fingers were giving her. Suddenly she screamed inside again as a forth finger lightly touched her clitoris and feeling or no feeling, she squirmed again. His finger lightly stroked the tip then stroked it again and she could feel her clit getting hot. She knew that he could feel it too as she heard him giggle again and felt him stroke more. She wanted to scream inside again as well as outside, but her voice was gone and she knew that without it he had her totally. She may as well have been gagged for all the good her voice was doing her now and she suddenly felt a prisoner in her own body. The finger’s stroking was now incessant and her clit was getting hotter and hotter. She was feeling that need to cum again and a new battle now raged within her as she fought to quell it.
“How soft this bud feels, how tender it feels when I stroke it, tease it and love it. And oh how your clit hood offers you no protection whatsoever. Oh how your body slowly gives in to me and lets me take it for my fervid and lustful pleasure.”
His words struck fear into her and she squirmed more, wanting this to all stop. She wanted to cry out, to scream, but her voice was still gone and she knew that he had stolen it. She knew that as long as he had the power he would keep it and deny her a chance to speak. She felt each stroke as though it were the pounding of a drum and the sound echoed in her brain. The battle of wills raged within her and she fought like a crazed wildcat to suppress the need to cum. The other half of her fought like another wildcat to cum, and she felt like she was trying to stop a volcano from erupting.
He changed directions still again and suddenly she felt his finger slowly tracing the edges of her vaginal opening. The moment of ultimate pleasure and control had fully arrived for him and the moment of fear and pleasure had fully arrived for her. She tried to scream, but her voice was still stolen and her breath quickened. The finger continued to circle her vagina like a ravenous hawk circling for the kill and she wanted to cry, but no tears would come. Except for fear, he had stolen every emotion and feeling with in her and she now felt like two hollow shells of her former self. Aside from her G spot, she felt he now owned her heart and soul, yet a part of her tenuously clung to the faint hope that freedom would be granted her.
Suddenly the finger began to enter her and she almost breathlessly squealed, finding her voice again. He giggled gutturally and slowly pressed home his attack. She could feel his finger slowly sliding in and then caressing her vaginal walls on either side, to seek out her G spot. Her breath became laboured and she tightly clenched her eyes shut hoping that it would all go away, but the finger kept coming and coming. She jerked as she felt the finger caress her G spot for the first time and and then felt he finger slowly encircle her G spot. Now she was completely his as the last of her was captured and he now had total control. The finger now began to massage the spot and her breath quickened and she squirmed.
She knew that he now owned her and she knew that he had the power, the ultimate and finite power to make her orgasm and orgasm on his terms alone.
The finger was slow but very effective in its torture of the nerve endings in her G spot and she found that while it was one thing for him to sensually tortured and stroked her from the outside, it was quite another to be sensually tortured and stroked from the inside. She could feel his finger far more inside then she had ever felt it on the outside and she was screaming to inside again. Her spot was burning with the fervid and ravenous desire to explode and implode with a cornucopia of sensual and sexual awakenings. The battle still raged within her as one half battled the other for supremacy. She almost felt her spot pulsating, rapidly beating like her heart and pulse and ready to erupt like a volcano.
He let his finger just lay there now and while a part of her frantically wanted to push it out and away another part of her wanted to suck it all the way in, heart and soul. Why had he stopped just when she was ready to give him what he wanted, ready to totally give up and let him own her. As if he had read her mind, his finger started stroking again and she squirmed with pleasure and fear. Her spot was ready to flower, ready to burst forth and proclaim to be his and his alone.
Suddenly and slowly he began drawing his finger out again and she quietly begged him to leave it in and continue stroking. He was cruelly leaving her on the edge, leaving her two half shells of her former self, empty and sexually denied. She found it erotically unnerving and was ready to just give up, let go and fall into the erotic abyss, never to be seen or heard from again. Suddenly there was a trickle, as she couldn’t hold back the torrent of a river that was her cumming. Her senses and nerve endings became dominos and they were now falling down one after another and she knew that he had finally dominated her. The fingers resumed their stroking on the outside again along with the pinching of her lips in this sensually sadistic equation. She wasn’t a virgin flower ready to bloom, but a sensual volcano ready to erupt fervidly. For suddenly the dam had burst and she arched her back in the worse way, let out a half moan half scream, then fell back onto the bed to ooze forth his victory. He giggled gutturally,
She was exhausted, spent and emotionally demoralized, now shivering from the sensual torture that he had forced upon her. The darkness was far blacker than it had ever been and she could barely make out his silhouette as he sat beside her. But suddenly her eyes were barraged by brightness and she had to blink several times to focus them. He had turned on the light and for the first time she saw him and his mask covered face totally. The balaclava was even more foreboding now and she was riveted with fear from the dark flashing eyes that bore down on her, the ultra white teeth that were the core of a fiendish smile. She watched frozen as he began to remove the balaclava and she froze in utter disbelief, froze in the abyss that suddenly overcame her as a long red mane of hair fell out from under it.
“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE A…”
“A woman… Yes darling and I’ve had so much fun with you I want to do it all over again. So lets start with some more tickling shall we.” She rolled a table up to the bed and put a toolbox on it. Opening it she began to bring out a number of items.
“My sensually shredding feathers will definitely have you in a state of hysterical panic in no time. My nylon brushes, a guaranteed ripper of the soles. My toothbrushes: both manual and electric. So small and oh so devastating as they can get into even the smallest nook and cranny. And my massage vibrator, it tickles as well as orgasms, from the armpits to the soles and everywhere else in between. It snipes away with a deadly and fervid accuracy."
She was becoming really psyched out now, as her eyes were riveted on the tools and she began squirming and writhing again. Suddenly the lights went out and she screamed inside.