Forgive the shallowness of the storyline, but hey? what can I say? Feed back greatly appreciated!
Melissa stood waiting, watching the road intently. Her bus was very late, and she was equally upset. Finally, she saw the bus turn the corner and head up the road, towards her. Thank god, she thought, now I can finally get home. She boarded the bus and shot the driver a mean glare as she did so. Paying her fare, she sat towards the back of the bus.
She fit easily into the seat, being built small. Her light frame, no more than 110 pounds, barely made the seat creak. She was inhumanly beautiful, no taller than 5'5", with lightly tanned skin, striking blue eyes, small but distinct facial features, and long, beautiful brown hair, streaked with blond. As she sat, she felt the eyes of every man on the bus fall upon her. She couldn’t understand why...she never thought of herself as pretty, despite her friends compliments.
Mark saw her sit down, noticing how oblivious she was to his presence. Usually she saw him; in fact she often looked for him, but something was wrong this time. He just didn't know how pissed she really was that the bus was late. Even when he adjusted his rather large suitcase, she didn’t even look up to find him as she boarded the bus. This was too perfect for what he had planned.....
She was on the bus for roughly 30 minutes before she got off. Mark’s stop was about ten minutes after hers, but he decided to get off with her. He quietly got off of the bus after her, taking great care not to make her aware of his presence. He fell back a bit, letting her walk ahead of him by 30 paces or so, and hoped she wouldn’t turn around. She didn’t and walked directly to her house.
At the front door, she paused to get her keys from her purse, then unlocked the door and shoved it open. It banged against the inside wall. She didn’t close it herself...she knew it would eventually shut itself. Mark waited for her to go inside and out of sight, then dashed to the door and caught it just milliseconds before it closed. Silently, he crept into her house.
He hid for a moment, then heard a door slam shut. He went to the door, amazed at his luck. Not only had she let him into her house, but she went into the bathroom. He pulled a wet rag from his suitcase and waited for a certain sound.
*Flushhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
He was thankful that she used the facilities before he started his work on her....she would have needed to anyway.
He hid next to the door, and as it opened and she turned away from him to head to the kitchen, he grabbed her from behind and held the rag over her nose and mouth. A strange smell drifted into her nose as she struggled to get free, and her strength quickly was sapped from her, and she feel unconscious into his arms.
Mark quickly set to work undressing her. He took off all of her clothes but her smooth, thin silk panties and her bra, then carried her unconscious body to the bedroom. There, he pulled several lengths of soft rope from his suitcase, and used them to tie her to her own bed in the easiest and most effective way possible: spread-eagle. He wrapped a blindfold around her eyes, making sure she wouldn’t be able to see anything after she opened her eyes. Then, all he had to do was wait....
Groggily, she began to regain her senses, her head moving slowly back and forth on the soft pillow. She thought at first that she was sleeping and just didn’t remember going to her room....then she began to remember...the bathroom....the strange intruder...and the smell. The smell! I was knocked out by chloroform! she realized. She sat up...only to find that she could not move. Her wrists were tied together above her head, and her ankles were bound to the foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide apart. She looked around...only to see darkness. At first she thought the lights were off, then it occurred to her that she was blindfolded. She let out a terrified scream, and felt a single finger gently touch her lips. “Shhhhh, do not be afraid, I will not hurt you.” said a vaguely familiar voice. She knew she had heard the voice before, but where??? She couldn’t remember. Her brain was still a little off from the chemicals...
His hands rested upon her cheeks, and he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then, with no warning, she felt a poke under her arm. She giggled, but then held it back, trying to figure out what this strange person wanted. She felt the poke again, and she squirmed in her bonds, giggling again. She wasn’t very ticklish under her arms, but a well placed poke as this could elicit a little laughter. Mark knew this, and began to trace his fingertips up and down her sides, causing her to squeal for a second, then she said, “What the hell is this? Who are you and what do you want?” It wasn’t until now that she realized the fact that she was almost naked. His fingers continued to drag lightly up and down her rib cage, and she squirmed, smiling broadly despite herself. Mark kept silent, enjoying teasing this girl like this.
Her giggles became a little louder as he continued to lightly brush his hands up and down her sides, then, when he suddenly dug his fingers into her ribs, she barked out a peal of laughter and bucked. Her sides were very sensitive, and she was surprised this didn’t hurt. He obviously knew what he was doing, and hit every weak spot on her sides. Her laughter became louder the longer he tickled her, and after only a few minutes, tears began to form in her eyes. Mark saw the dampness on the blindfold and stopped, resting his hands on her sides. “Please....don’t tickle me...what do you want from me?” she begged, her breathing quick and heavy.
Again, Mark said nothing, so as not to give away his identity, and he headed to the foot of the bed. He took a few strands of soft string from his case, and wrapped them around her big toes, pulling them back and tying them to the bonds around her ankles. Her soft soles were now stretched out and defenseless, and her eyes widened as she finally realized that this monster wanted nothing but to tickle her senseless.
He paused and looked at her soft, pale, high arched soles for only a second, and then worked his index fingers up each sole slowly. Melissa shrieked and laughed, and tried to scrunch her toes. She couldn’t...all she could do was lay there and be tickled. She writhed on the bed, trying to get away from the tickling. All the same, she wondered how this stranger found out her deepest, darkest secret: that she actually loved to be tickled. She always had a tickling fetish for as long as she could remember, but only with people she knew well. She was terrified of this man, she had no idea who he was and she didn’t know what else he planned to do with her. A feeling of helplessness washed over her, and she found herself ready to submit completely to get out of this situation.
These thoughts left her mind as soon as they entered, because Mark had added another finger to each sole. She continued to writhe and laugh hysterically, not knowing if she wanted this tickling to stop. She tried to form words, but all that she could manage were a few incoherent giggling mumbles between her laughs. Her stretched out soles seemed to be even more sensitive when she felt so helpless, and the ticklish agony she was going through was already worse than anything she ever felt before. What she didn’t know was that it was VERY far from over.
Mark continued to add another finger to each sole every thirty seconds or so, until he had all ten fingers dancing across her soles and she was crying with desperate laughter. Her back arched, her belly muscles flexed, and her laughter grew more and more intense, until she fell into a fit of silent laughter. He marveled at how ticklish this beauty was. He knew she was, because she had already confessed to him, along with her tickling fetish. She still did not know that Mark was the person tickling her feet, and at this point, she didn’t care. She just wanted this to stop! She couldn’t take it anymore! She had been tortured far past her limit already, and felt as though her side would burst from laughing. Tears soaked her blindfold, and her sexual juices soaked her panties. She was turning bright red, not only from the non stop tickling, but also from embarrassment. She knew that her arousal would be seen soon. Fear gripped her: what was he going to do when he saw how horny she was? She knew that her arousal wasn’t voluntary, even thinking about being tickled made her wet. But being tortured like this? The arousal was forced from her, and she didn’t actually want to be relieved, she just wanted to get away.
Mark looked at the clock. He began tickling Melissa at 3:30; it was now 4:00. He decided to give her a short break. He went to his suitcase again, listening to her giggle on the bed. He had long ago noticed her arousal; in fact, this was what he wanted. He pulled a vibrator from his suitcase. He bought it online, especially for her. He waited for a few seconds, then placed it on her belly. She gasped, feeling the length of cold rubber touch her tummy. He turned it on and pressed it onto her belly. She screamed, and burst into laugher again. Her belly was the most ticklish place on her body; even worse than her feet! She tried to squirm away, but the previous foot tickling had sapped all her strength, and she merely lay there, quivering and laughing louder than before. He pressed the vibrator onto her belly with one hand and reached down to her feet with the other. His fingers again began to dance on her soles, first one, then the other, sending her into hysterics. She wouldn’t be able to bear this! Her screaming laughter was uninterrupted except for gasps for breath. She thought that maybe she’d be able to stand the belly tickling for a little while, but when his fingers touched her feet again, she went crazy. After only twenty minutes of non stop laughter, Melissa passed out.
She awoke again, disappointed to find that she hadn’t moved an inch: she was still lying on the bed, tied down and nearly naked, and her skin tingled, especially between her legs. Just before she passed out, she felt the urge to beg this man to let her cum, just so that her arousal would subside. Before she had the chance, though, she slipped into unconsciousness.
She shrieked as she felt the fingers touch her soles again. She thought, “no, please, no more, this is too much!” As the ten fingertips began to torture her soft, stretched out soles again, she felt his tongue touch her toes. This caused her to scram as though she bad been dipped into a pool of lava, the sensation was so intense. His tongue flicked across her toes, one by one, going between each of them. Then she felt him nibble on each toe individually. This was just unbearable! The shots of ticklish sensation that shot through her body were never so intense. Then, just as suddenly as he began he stopped.
She heard the sound of the vibrator being turned on again, and she whimpered through her giggles. She didn’t want to have her belly tickled again; she knew for sure that she’d pass out again. Instead, she felt the tip of the vibrator touch her soaking wet panties. It shook against her pussy, but just barely touching her. She went wild, trying to push herself against it, but he only pulled it away. He tickled her belly for a few seconds, making her scream and laugh. Then he touched the vib to her pussy again, teasing her cruelly. She wanted desperately to push against it, but she knew that she would only be tickled again. The pressure was very light. The teasing became unbearable, and she shoved her body downward again, only to have it removed again. He pressed the vib to her belly yet again, and she bucked, laughing hard. He kept it there longer this time, letting her know the punishment for getting greedy. Then, as before, he pressed it to her crotch again, but this time he reached down with his free hand and began to tickle her feet. She couldn’t believe that he still wanted to tickle her. Her laughs came quickly, and her body vibrated almost as much as the dildo. He maintained a steady pressure on her crotch with the vib, just barely touching her; teasing her, and kept tickling her feet, first one, then the other. He heard her laughter get higher in pitch as she approached her orgasm, then he pulled the vib away and focused on tickling her feet with both hands. She couldn’t believe it! After all that, he denied her an orgasm! He leaned over and began to lick her belly button. Her laughter continued uninterrupted, and she lost the ability to think of anything but the torture. After several minutes, she felt the tickling decrease as he stood up and took the vib in his hand again. He began teasing her again, bringing her to the edge of climax, then stopping, and tickling her senseless again for a few minutes, then repeating this procedure. She couldn’t take it anymore! She needed to cum, or else she was sure she would die! The tickling had become unbearable, but it was also somehow a form of pure pleasure. As he continued to send her on this roller coaster of arousal, she grew weaker and weaker. After a few hours that felt like forever to her, he pressed the vib hard onto her crotch, not bothering to tease her anymore. He leaned over and blew raspberries on her belly, and tickled her feet with his other hand. She screamed one last time, and to her utter dismay, passed out just seconds before her long-awaited orgasm would have started.
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Melissa awoke slowly. She rolled over in bed...amazed to find that she was alone in the house. She sat bolt upright, and looked at her self. She was fully dressed, and no longer tied down. Her skin still tingled from the hours of tickling and teasing she endured just earlier...and she lay back down exhausted. Her head rolled to the side, and she saw it...a small piece of white paper, folded twice, sitting on her bedtable. She reached for it weakly. Fumbling with the paper, she unfolded it, and through blurred vision, she read the big, bold writing, neatly done in permanent marker:
****Maybe next time, sweetheart.****
THE END
Melissa stood waiting, watching the road intently. Her bus was very late, and she was equally upset. Finally, she saw the bus turn the corner and head up the road, towards her. Thank god, she thought, now I can finally get home. She boarded the bus and shot the driver a mean glare as she did so. Paying her fare, she sat towards the back of the bus.
She fit easily into the seat, being built small. Her light frame, no more than 110 pounds, barely made the seat creak. She was inhumanly beautiful, no taller than 5'5", with lightly tanned skin, striking blue eyes, small but distinct facial features, and long, beautiful brown hair, streaked with blond. As she sat, she felt the eyes of every man on the bus fall upon her. She couldn’t understand why...she never thought of herself as pretty, despite her friends compliments.
Mark saw her sit down, noticing how oblivious she was to his presence. Usually she saw him; in fact she often looked for him, but something was wrong this time. He just didn't know how pissed she really was that the bus was late. Even when he adjusted his rather large suitcase, she didn’t even look up to find him as she boarded the bus. This was too perfect for what he had planned.....
She was on the bus for roughly 30 minutes before she got off. Mark’s stop was about ten minutes after hers, but he decided to get off with her. He quietly got off of the bus after her, taking great care not to make her aware of his presence. He fell back a bit, letting her walk ahead of him by 30 paces or so, and hoped she wouldn’t turn around. She didn’t and walked directly to her house.
At the front door, she paused to get her keys from her purse, then unlocked the door and shoved it open. It banged against the inside wall. She didn’t close it herself...she knew it would eventually shut itself. Mark waited for her to go inside and out of sight, then dashed to the door and caught it just milliseconds before it closed. Silently, he crept into her house.
He hid for a moment, then heard a door slam shut. He went to the door, amazed at his luck. Not only had she let him into her house, but she went into the bathroom. He pulled a wet rag from his suitcase and waited for a certain sound.
*Flushhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
He was thankful that she used the facilities before he started his work on her....she would have needed to anyway.
He hid next to the door, and as it opened and she turned away from him to head to the kitchen, he grabbed her from behind and held the rag over her nose and mouth. A strange smell drifted into her nose as she struggled to get free, and her strength quickly was sapped from her, and she feel unconscious into his arms.
Mark quickly set to work undressing her. He took off all of her clothes but her smooth, thin silk panties and her bra, then carried her unconscious body to the bedroom. There, he pulled several lengths of soft rope from his suitcase, and used them to tie her to her own bed in the easiest and most effective way possible: spread-eagle. He wrapped a blindfold around her eyes, making sure she wouldn’t be able to see anything after she opened her eyes. Then, all he had to do was wait....
Groggily, she began to regain her senses, her head moving slowly back and forth on the soft pillow. She thought at first that she was sleeping and just didn’t remember going to her room....then she began to remember...the bathroom....the strange intruder...and the smell. The smell! I was knocked out by chloroform! she realized. She sat up...only to find that she could not move. Her wrists were tied together above her head, and her ankles were bound to the foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide apart. She looked around...only to see darkness. At first she thought the lights were off, then it occurred to her that she was blindfolded. She let out a terrified scream, and felt a single finger gently touch her lips. “Shhhhh, do not be afraid, I will not hurt you.” said a vaguely familiar voice. She knew she had heard the voice before, but where??? She couldn’t remember. Her brain was still a little off from the chemicals...
His hands rested upon her cheeks, and he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then, with no warning, she felt a poke under her arm. She giggled, but then held it back, trying to figure out what this strange person wanted. She felt the poke again, and she squirmed in her bonds, giggling again. She wasn’t very ticklish under her arms, but a well placed poke as this could elicit a little laughter. Mark knew this, and began to trace his fingertips up and down her sides, causing her to squeal for a second, then she said, “What the hell is this? Who are you and what do you want?” It wasn’t until now that she realized the fact that she was almost naked. His fingers continued to drag lightly up and down her rib cage, and she squirmed, smiling broadly despite herself. Mark kept silent, enjoying teasing this girl like this.
Her giggles became a little louder as he continued to lightly brush his hands up and down her sides, then, when he suddenly dug his fingers into her ribs, she barked out a peal of laughter and bucked. Her sides were very sensitive, and she was surprised this didn’t hurt. He obviously knew what he was doing, and hit every weak spot on her sides. Her laughter became louder the longer he tickled her, and after only a few minutes, tears began to form in her eyes. Mark saw the dampness on the blindfold and stopped, resting his hands on her sides. “Please....don’t tickle me...what do you want from me?” she begged, her breathing quick and heavy.
Again, Mark said nothing, so as not to give away his identity, and he headed to the foot of the bed. He took a few strands of soft string from his case, and wrapped them around her big toes, pulling them back and tying them to the bonds around her ankles. Her soft soles were now stretched out and defenseless, and her eyes widened as she finally realized that this monster wanted nothing but to tickle her senseless.
He paused and looked at her soft, pale, high arched soles for only a second, and then worked his index fingers up each sole slowly. Melissa shrieked and laughed, and tried to scrunch her toes. She couldn’t...all she could do was lay there and be tickled. She writhed on the bed, trying to get away from the tickling. All the same, she wondered how this stranger found out her deepest, darkest secret: that she actually loved to be tickled. She always had a tickling fetish for as long as she could remember, but only with people she knew well. She was terrified of this man, she had no idea who he was and she didn’t know what else he planned to do with her. A feeling of helplessness washed over her, and she found herself ready to submit completely to get out of this situation.
These thoughts left her mind as soon as they entered, because Mark had added another finger to each sole. She continued to writhe and laugh hysterically, not knowing if she wanted this tickling to stop. She tried to form words, but all that she could manage were a few incoherent giggling mumbles between her laughs. Her stretched out soles seemed to be even more sensitive when she felt so helpless, and the ticklish agony she was going through was already worse than anything she ever felt before. What she didn’t know was that it was VERY far from over.
Mark continued to add another finger to each sole every thirty seconds or so, until he had all ten fingers dancing across her soles and she was crying with desperate laughter. Her back arched, her belly muscles flexed, and her laughter grew more and more intense, until she fell into a fit of silent laughter. He marveled at how ticklish this beauty was. He knew she was, because she had already confessed to him, along with her tickling fetish. She still did not know that Mark was the person tickling her feet, and at this point, she didn’t care. She just wanted this to stop! She couldn’t take it anymore! She had been tortured far past her limit already, and felt as though her side would burst from laughing. Tears soaked her blindfold, and her sexual juices soaked her panties. She was turning bright red, not only from the non stop tickling, but also from embarrassment. She knew that her arousal would be seen soon. Fear gripped her: what was he going to do when he saw how horny she was? She knew that her arousal wasn’t voluntary, even thinking about being tickled made her wet. But being tortured like this? The arousal was forced from her, and she didn’t actually want to be relieved, she just wanted to get away.
Mark looked at the clock. He began tickling Melissa at 3:30; it was now 4:00. He decided to give her a short break. He went to his suitcase again, listening to her giggle on the bed. He had long ago noticed her arousal; in fact, this was what he wanted. He pulled a vibrator from his suitcase. He bought it online, especially for her. He waited for a few seconds, then placed it on her belly. She gasped, feeling the length of cold rubber touch her tummy. He turned it on and pressed it onto her belly. She screamed, and burst into laugher again. Her belly was the most ticklish place on her body; even worse than her feet! She tried to squirm away, but the previous foot tickling had sapped all her strength, and she merely lay there, quivering and laughing louder than before. He pressed the vibrator onto her belly with one hand and reached down to her feet with the other. His fingers again began to dance on her soles, first one, then the other, sending her into hysterics. She wouldn’t be able to bear this! Her screaming laughter was uninterrupted except for gasps for breath. She thought that maybe she’d be able to stand the belly tickling for a little while, but when his fingers touched her feet again, she went crazy. After only twenty minutes of non stop laughter, Melissa passed out.
She awoke again, disappointed to find that she hadn’t moved an inch: she was still lying on the bed, tied down and nearly naked, and her skin tingled, especially between her legs. Just before she passed out, she felt the urge to beg this man to let her cum, just so that her arousal would subside. Before she had the chance, though, she slipped into unconsciousness.
She shrieked as she felt the fingers touch her soles again. She thought, “no, please, no more, this is too much!” As the ten fingertips began to torture her soft, stretched out soles again, she felt his tongue touch her toes. This caused her to scram as though she bad been dipped into a pool of lava, the sensation was so intense. His tongue flicked across her toes, one by one, going between each of them. Then she felt him nibble on each toe individually. This was just unbearable! The shots of ticklish sensation that shot through her body were never so intense. Then, just as suddenly as he began he stopped.
She heard the sound of the vibrator being turned on again, and she whimpered through her giggles. She didn’t want to have her belly tickled again; she knew for sure that she’d pass out again. Instead, she felt the tip of the vibrator touch her soaking wet panties. It shook against her pussy, but just barely touching her. She went wild, trying to push herself against it, but he only pulled it away. He tickled her belly for a few seconds, making her scream and laugh. Then he touched the vib to her pussy again, teasing her cruelly. She wanted desperately to push against it, but she knew that she would only be tickled again. The pressure was very light. The teasing became unbearable, and she shoved her body downward again, only to have it removed again. He pressed the vib to her belly yet again, and she bucked, laughing hard. He kept it there longer this time, letting her know the punishment for getting greedy. Then, as before, he pressed it to her crotch again, but this time he reached down with his free hand and began to tickle her feet. She couldn’t believe that he still wanted to tickle her. Her laughs came quickly, and her body vibrated almost as much as the dildo. He maintained a steady pressure on her crotch with the vib, just barely touching her; teasing her, and kept tickling her feet, first one, then the other. He heard her laughter get higher in pitch as she approached her orgasm, then he pulled the vib away and focused on tickling her feet with both hands. She couldn’t believe it! After all that, he denied her an orgasm! He leaned over and began to lick her belly button. Her laughter continued uninterrupted, and she lost the ability to think of anything but the torture. After several minutes, she felt the tickling decrease as he stood up and took the vib in his hand again. He began teasing her again, bringing her to the edge of climax, then stopping, and tickling her senseless again for a few minutes, then repeating this procedure. She couldn’t take it anymore! She needed to cum, or else she was sure she would die! The tickling had become unbearable, but it was also somehow a form of pure pleasure. As he continued to send her on this roller coaster of arousal, she grew weaker and weaker. After a few hours that felt like forever to her, he pressed the vib hard onto her crotch, not bothering to tease her anymore. He leaned over and blew raspberries on her belly, and tickled her feet with his other hand. She screamed one last time, and to her utter dismay, passed out just seconds before her long-awaited orgasm would have started.
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Melissa awoke slowly. She rolled over in bed...amazed to find that she was alone in the house. She sat bolt upright, and looked at her self. She was fully dressed, and no longer tied down. Her skin still tingled from the hours of tickling and teasing she endured just earlier...and she lay back down exhausted. Her head rolled to the side, and she saw it...a small piece of white paper, folded twice, sitting on her bedtable. She reached for it weakly. Fumbling with the paper, she unfolded it, and through blurred vision, she read the big, bold writing, neatly done in permanent marker:
****Maybe next time, sweetheart.****
THE END
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