This one's about two years old. I'm considering re-visiting it and creating a sequel. Let me know what you think.
Leah walked down the beach towards her small hutch on the waterfront. The sun was setting and glorious shades of red, yellow, orange, and pinks ignited the sky in a breathtaking gradient on the horizon on this friday before her week long holiday and she planned to go out to one of the bigger islands. The ocean waves lapped up onto the white sand of the Bahamian beach that Leah had lived on all her life as she dragged herself home from a long day of work waitressing at Phil's Diner downtown. Having no car, the 23 year old brunet opted to walk or ride her bike most days, because for one thing, it was much less expensive, and the other was that she lived right on the beach with no place to park said car, and that was how she liked it. And besides! who wouldn't want to walk home basking in the glow of such a glorious sunset every day. She was wearing her bikini top and a pair of boys trunks, having just taken a dip in the soothing, salty waves after work to wind down.
As she drew nearer to her small home on the beach, she noticed that there was something out of place. The door was wide open. Leah lived alone. She had no boyfriend that would need a key to get in, and no friends that she would trust not to loose a key that she gave them and she ALWAYS locked her door... So that only left one possibility. Someone had broken into her pad! This was bad. She had no idea weather or not the intruder was still there and no inkling as to what this person looked like. It didn't really matter WHO this person was. Leah couldn't do a THING to defend herself. She stood at five foot zip and had a ridiculously small frame. The most intimidating thing about her was the fact that her brown hair was sectioned into a main of long, messy dreadlocks and that she had a few piercings on her face. Besides that, she was simply a smaller than average island girl with a fiery attitude.
"What the hell am I going to do?" she said to herself, dropping her knapsack by a palm tree about 20 yards from her house. It wasn't very heavy so it wasn't like she could use it as a self defense weapon and she needed her hands free if she was going to attempt to fight off what might lie beyond her wide open door. "Well, here goes nothin'" This was it. She couldn't just STAND there and let whoever was in there take what little she had... IF those were their intentions. Either way, she had no cell so she couldn't call the cops and she wanted to catch this person or at least get a good look at their face. The island she lived on wasn't big and her town was even smaller. SOMEONE would know who this was.
Leah boldly walked up the three steps to her open door, fists and teeth clenched extremely tight. Pressing on with a determined chin, she passed over the threshold into her house. Everything was untouched... Maybe she DID leave the door open. She turned to go and get her backpack from the beach but was stopped in her tracks by an arm around her shoulders and a cloth over her mouth. She struggled as much as she could but the grip the stranger had on her was extremely firm. She inhaled deeply, not realizing that the cloth had been soaked in chloroform, and was almost instantly knocked out. 'Damnit!' she thought to herself as her consciousness slipped away.
The eyes of the slumbering girl fluttered open her brown eyes and looked around. She was in her kitchen tied to one of her two chairs with both of her arms tied taught above her head. Her other chair was put to good use too. Her bare size six feet were stuck through the bars on the back of it and tied there with nylon rope. She noticed that there was a long strand of the rope left to dangle, which made no sense to her... but that was the least of her worries. How did she get here? WHY was she tied up? WHO was the creep that did this? 'Oh yea...' She remembered the first bit of information and was working on the other two when she heard a deep voice from behind her, Cheerfully greeting her as if this were a normal occurrence.
"Ahh, glad to see you're awake, Leah. This means we can get started." said the obviously male voice, with a thick, island accent which stayed behind the captive girl. "Don't mind this." he cooed in her ear as he placed a blindfold over her eyes. "But I can't get anything done from back here." A singal finger was placed on Leah's shoulder which traveled it's way under her chin then reaching up and plugging the girl's nose. When she finally took a gasp of air, a gag was stuck into her mouth to prevent too much noise from escaping the feisty girl's lips. "And we won't get very much done if YOU draw too much attention with that melodic little voice of yours." He was taunting her. Getting her riled up so he could get the best reaction possible. She struggled and squirmed and made muffled pleas for release that were all ignored. "Shhhhh." he whispered as he massaged the back of her neck, calming her down ever so slightly. When she had stopped being violent, just listening for any indication of danger, he stopped his soothing massage. "See? Not so bad." He said coolly as he made his way around the front of her to get a glimpse of his handy work.
His name was Jamal. Also 23 years old, this strapping young black man stood at about six foot two inches tall, and was the very spitting image of the stereotypical Island man. His hair like Leah's was sectioned into dreadlocks, but his were about shoulder length and were pulled back out of his face in a thick ponytail at the nape of his neck. He had broad shoulders and a muscular build. Across his chest he had a tattoo that read "None but ourselves can free our minds." A quote from a Bob Marley song. It was covered mostly by the extremely tight white muscle shirt that was stretched over his washboard stomach. He had an athletes body and a million dollar smile. He had known Leah all of his life. they had both gone to the towns only school and had graduated together. Jamal wasn't as attractive as his description suggests back when he was in school. He had been scrawny and rather nerdy in high shool. The exact opposite of Leah who was popular and attractive right from a very young age. He had always admired her and aspired to be with her someday, and one fatal night in their grade twelve year, he got the courage to ask Leah out. She had taken one look at him, laughed, and rejected him without even considering his feelings. He of course was crushed. He stayed away from her for the rest of the year, too ashamed to get too close so that she might be able to point and laugh... or even go so far as to take pity. When they graduated, Jamal hopped on the first ship out to one of the bigger islands and didn't look back. He got a job at a fitness club and worked there for 5 years without coming home for a visit. This however was a special occasion. His mother's 55th birthday was coming up and his brother Damen wanted to have a party for her which meant he wanted Jamal's help. So simply because of family, He made a trip home and he figured while he was there, make a little detour to visit his old crush. Payback was in order.
"Now." He said with just a hint of a smirk in his tone. "Where should I begin. There's so much work to do and I don't have a lot of time to do it in." He made a decision to start at the top and work his way down, because he wanted to save the best for last.
While Jamal deliberated, Leah began to panic in the silence. She had no idea where this mysterious figure was or what he was doing and she surely had no clues as to what he was THINKING. What if he was going to hurt her? What if he wanted to kill her? Who would want to do that? she had lots of friends, and no enemies in her little town
that she knew of... What was going on? All of these thoughts were running through her mind when she was startled out of her worry and forced the focus on a more important thing, fighting away the finger that had just brushed across her left armpit. She let out a squeek and prepared to fight of the next one, but was greeted by silence and stillness. Maybe she had just imagined it... She started back into her state of worry to be rudely interrupted by an onslaught of fingers attacking now her right armpit she squirmed and screamed through her gag in a fruitless attempt to get rid of them. Her tawny skin tingled and crawled with this tickling sensation that had been introduced so abruptly. Then it stopped just as suddenly as it began, but this time, silence was not what greeted her. This jerk was laughing at her.
"Wow" Chuckled Jamal as Leah panted heavily, getting over the ordeal with difficulty. "This is going to be more fun than I thought." His deep, heavily accented voice was light and almost giddy. He was so pleased he could barely contain it. He had no idea she'd be THIS ticklish. He had seen her scream when her high school girlfriends would jab her in the side... but this was great. He figured he had better slow down. This was going to be great revenge and it was better to take it one step at a time and allow himself to enjoy every moment. "We're gonna have so much fun together, Miss Leah." he declared as he reached to both of her armpits with extended index fingers.
Leah had just begun to plea for release again through her gag when Jamal's fingers made contact with both her armpits again. This time, they made slow, agonizing circles that could extract nothing but a steady giggle from the small, captive girl. She tried to add in a 'Stop' Here an there that really came across as nothing more than "Mmph!" Her captor could not have been any farther from caring at that moment. He was enjoying himself too much, and was ready to take it to the next level. He began to take the tip of his short nail and ever so slightly scratch at the soft skin of Leah's armpits. He just loved watching her struggle with fruitless conviction to escape his teasing fingers.
Leah squeeked and giggled at this new sensation, not yet at a stage of complete hysterics, but she was SURELY in a state of complete torment. This went on for about ten minutes before it stopped. she was relieved for no more than a second, because Jamal had more planned for her. He began to poke and prod at the poor girl's ribs, causing little bursts of laughter when he found a few of the magic places and occasionally dipping into her armpits for a quick spider tickle, quickly reversing so she couldn't get used to any one place for too long. The poor girl didn't know what to do. She was tightly bound and blindfolded. She couldn't see any of this coming and she sure as hell couldn't get way. There was nothing she COULD do. She simply had to wait it out until this freak got tired and went home. While she came to grips with it, it didn't means he had to be happy with the realization. Her tummy was now being poked and spidered and prodded and scratched at. She went CRAZY. If she wasn't in hysterics before, she certainly was now. Her stomach was one of the most ticklish places on her body and she NEVER let anyone touch it. Her sides were tender both from laughing so hard and being tickled there every now and again when he ventured from her very ticklish bellybutton. She could do nothing but scream and laugh though the piece of cloth in her mouth.
"Are you having fun, little Leah?" Taunted Jamal. "I'd stop, you know... But you're laughing. So that means you're enjoying yourself right?" He asked, continuing to prod at her belly, focusing on her most ticklish areas. She laughed and screamed and gave no indication that she had heard his question, even though she had heard every word. She was simply laughing too hard to answer. "Guess so." He answered himself cheerfully. "well if you like what I'm doing NOW, you're going to LOVE this." he smirked and knelt down beside her, continuing to poke at her bellybutton until the very last moment, when he stopped, quickly placing his mouth over a wide area of her small stomach, Blowing out as hard as he could a Jamal-sized raspberry.
Leah screamed at the top of her lungs. This was insane. HE was insane. How could he do this to her? WHO THE HELL WAS HE!? AHHHHH! All of these thoughts ran through her head in the course of the 10 seconds that this raspberry lasted. Three more followed. This can't POSSIBLY get any worse she thought to herself at the end of the third rattling raspberry attack on her delicate tummy.
Boy... Was she wrong.
The girl was about ready to die when the worst sense of reality rushed over her, brought on by the touch of a single index finger on the arch of her left foot.
'No... Not that. Anything but that. Please, I beg you!" She tried so hard to get that across to her captor but sadly, all that could be heard was "Mmmph! Mmmm Mmm Phmmmmmmph! Mmmph!" Jamal could do nothing but Grin ear to ear. "Looks like we've found the jackpot!" he said to the both of them. He dragged his finger from the arch of the foot, up to just underneath the big toe, sliding it along all of the tow bases, stopping at the little one, then dropping down to the heel, and back up again to his starting point at the arch. This whole action sent Leah over the hypothetical edge. The one place that was worst to her than her tummy, was her feet. And now her captor knew it. He scratched around on the bottom of her feet for a good ten minutes, alternating back and forth between left and right every so often so she couldnt fall into the lull of tickling monotony. He then went for the grand finale. Remember that hanging end of the rope used to tie Leah's feet to the chair? He was about to put it to good use.
"Hold on, my dear. Here comes my favorite part. I think it'll be yours too." he said with a grin, as he grabbed ahold of the loose end of rope, placing it between her big and second toe. At that very moment, Leah knew what he planned to do. She thought of struggling, but she knew that would be giving him what he wanted. She would simply be tickling herself by moving too much and then he could taunt her even more by saying that she was enjoying it... No. she couldn't do that. She was too strong headed for that. So she simply tensed up and waited for what she knew was inevitably on it's way.
It was worse than she could have ever imagined. As the length of rope made it's slow and excruciating assault on the sensitive area between her big and 2nd toe. As the rope scraped the sensitive flesh, Leah shrieked into her gag, eyes overflowing with tears of forced mirth. This was torture... and it didn't get much better as he did the space between each set of two toes. At last there seemed to be some sort of refuge in store for her seeing as she was so hysterical that she was about to pass out.
Jamal saw this but chose not to interfere with the natural shutting down of the beautiful girl's body and mind. she had earned a break. Before she was completely gone however, he stopped and leaned by her ear, adopting the most soothing tone he could muster up.
"You should take a nap, love. We've got alot to do this week."
Hey. He only said she needed a break. Jamal had much more in store for the girl with the small frame, even if she didn't know it yet. After all, They had a whole week to catch up.
FIN
sequel? Maybe? Maybe not. Who knows.
Forgive my Grammar in the story... The spell check on my comp is on the fritzzz. D:
Leah walked down the beach towards her small hutch on the waterfront. The sun was setting and glorious shades of red, yellow, orange, and pinks ignited the sky in a breathtaking gradient on the horizon on this friday before her week long holiday and she planned to go out to one of the bigger islands. The ocean waves lapped up onto the white sand of the Bahamian beach that Leah had lived on all her life as she dragged herself home from a long day of work waitressing at Phil's Diner downtown. Having no car, the 23 year old brunet opted to walk or ride her bike most days, because for one thing, it was much less expensive, and the other was that she lived right on the beach with no place to park said car, and that was how she liked it. And besides! who wouldn't want to walk home basking in the glow of such a glorious sunset every day. She was wearing her bikini top and a pair of boys trunks, having just taken a dip in the soothing, salty waves after work to wind down.
As she drew nearer to her small home on the beach, she noticed that there was something out of place. The door was wide open. Leah lived alone. She had no boyfriend that would need a key to get in, and no friends that she would trust not to loose a key that she gave them and she ALWAYS locked her door... So that only left one possibility. Someone had broken into her pad! This was bad. She had no idea weather or not the intruder was still there and no inkling as to what this person looked like. It didn't really matter WHO this person was. Leah couldn't do a THING to defend herself. She stood at five foot zip and had a ridiculously small frame. The most intimidating thing about her was the fact that her brown hair was sectioned into a main of long, messy dreadlocks and that she had a few piercings on her face. Besides that, she was simply a smaller than average island girl with a fiery attitude.
"What the hell am I going to do?" she said to herself, dropping her knapsack by a palm tree about 20 yards from her house. It wasn't very heavy so it wasn't like she could use it as a self defense weapon and she needed her hands free if she was going to attempt to fight off what might lie beyond her wide open door. "Well, here goes nothin'" This was it. She couldn't just STAND there and let whoever was in there take what little she had... IF those were their intentions. Either way, she had no cell so she couldn't call the cops and she wanted to catch this person or at least get a good look at their face. The island she lived on wasn't big and her town was even smaller. SOMEONE would know who this was.
Leah boldly walked up the three steps to her open door, fists and teeth clenched extremely tight. Pressing on with a determined chin, she passed over the threshold into her house. Everything was untouched... Maybe she DID leave the door open. She turned to go and get her backpack from the beach but was stopped in her tracks by an arm around her shoulders and a cloth over her mouth. She struggled as much as she could but the grip the stranger had on her was extremely firm. She inhaled deeply, not realizing that the cloth had been soaked in chloroform, and was almost instantly knocked out. 'Damnit!' she thought to herself as her consciousness slipped away.
The eyes of the slumbering girl fluttered open her brown eyes and looked around. She was in her kitchen tied to one of her two chairs with both of her arms tied taught above her head. Her other chair was put to good use too. Her bare size six feet were stuck through the bars on the back of it and tied there with nylon rope. She noticed that there was a long strand of the rope left to dangle, which made no sense to her... but that was the least of her worries. How did she get here? WHY was she tied up? WHO was the creep that did this? 'Oh yea...' She remembered the first bit of information and was working on the other two when she heard a deep voice from behind her, Cheerfully greeting her as if this were a normal occurrence.
"Ahh, glad to see you're awake, Leah. This means we can get started." said the obviously male voice, with a thick, island accent which stayed behind the captive girl. "Don't mind this." he cooed in her ear as he placed a blindfold over her eyes. "But I can't get anything done from back here." A singal finger was placed on Leah's shoulder which traveled it's way under her chin then reaching up and plugging the girl's nose. When she finally took a gasp of air, a gag was stuck into her mouth to prevent too much noise from escaping the feisty girl's lips. "And we won't get very much done if YOU draw too much attention with that melodic little voice of yours." He was taunting her. Getting her riled up so he could get the best reaction possible. She struggled and squirmed and made muffled pleas for release that were all ignored. "Shhhhh." he whispered as he massaged the back of her neck, calming her down ever so slightly. When she had stopped being violent, just listening for any indication of danger, he stopped his soothing massage. "See? Not so bad." He said coolly as he made his way around the front of her to get a glimpse of his handy work.
His name was Jamal. Also 23 years old, this strapping young black man stood at about six foot two inches tall, and was the very spitting image of the stereotypical Island man. His hair like Leah's was sectioned into dreadlocks, but his were about shoulder length and were pulled back out of his face in a thick ponytail at the nape of his neck. He had broad shoulders and a muscular build. Across his chest he had a tattoo that read "None but ourselves can free our minds." A quote from a Bob Marley song. It was covered mostly by the extremely tight white muscle shirt that was stretched over his washboard stomach. He had an athletes body and a million dollar smile. He had known Leah all of his life. they had both gone to the towns only school and had graduated together. Jamal wasn't as attractive as his description suggests back when he was in school. He had been scrawny and rather nerdy in high shool. The exact opposite of Leah who was popular and attractive right from a very young age. He had always admired her and aspired to be with her someday, and one fatal night in their grade twelve year, he got the courage to ask Leah out. She had taken one look at him, laughed, and rejected him without even considering his feelings. He of course was crushed. He stayed away from her for the rest of the year, too ashamed to get too close so that she might be able to point and laugh... or even go so far as to take pity. When they graduated, Jamal hopped on the first ship out to one of the bigger islands and didn't look back. He got a job at a fitness club and worked there for 5 years without coming home for a visit. This however was a special occasion. His mother's 55th birthday was coming up and his brother Damen wanted to have a party for her which meant he wanted Jamal's help. So simply because of family, He made a trip home and he figured while he was there, make a little detour to visit his old crush. Payback was in order.
"Now." He said with just a hint of a smirk in his tone. "Where should I begin. There's so much work to do and I don't have a lot of time to do it in." He made a decision to start at the top and work his way down, because he wanted to save the best for last.
While Jamal deliberated, Leah began to panic in the silence. She had no idea where this mysterious figure was or what he was doing and she surely had no clues as to what he was THINKING. What if he was going to hurt her? What if he wanted to kill her? Who would want to do that? she had lots of friends, and no enemies in her little town
that she knew of... What was going on? All of these thoughts were running through her mind when she was startled out of her worry and forced the focus on a more important thing, fighting away the finger that had just brushed across her left armpit. She let out a squeek and prepared to fight of the next one, but was greeted by silence and stillness. Maybe she had just imagined it... She started back into her state of worry to be rudely interrupted by an onslaught of fingers attacking now her right armpit she squirmed and screamed through her gag in a fruitless attempt to get rid of them. Her tawny skin tingled and crawled with this tickling sensation that had been introduced so abruptly. Then it stopped just as suddenly as it began, but this time, silence was not what greeted her. This jerk was laughing at her.
"Wow" Chuckled Jamal as Leah panted heavily, getting over the ordeal with difficulty. "This is going to be more fun than I thought." His deep, heavily accented voice was light and almost giddy. He was so pleased he could barely contain it. He had no idea she'd be THIS ticklish. He had seen her scream when her high school girlfriends would jab her in the side... but this was great. He figured he had better slow down. This was going to be great revenge and it was better to take it one step at a time and allow himself to enjoy every moment. "We're gonna have so much fun together, Miss Leah." he declared as he reached to both of her armpits with extended index fingers.
Leah had just begun to plea for release again through her gag when Jamal's fingers made contact with both her armpits again. This time, they made slow, agonizing circles that could extract nothing but a steady giggle from the small, captive girl. She tried to add in a 'Stop' Here an there that really came across as nothing more than "Mmph!" Her captor could not have been any farther from caring at that moment. He was enjoying himself too much, and was ready to take it to the next level. He began to take the tip of his short nail and ever so slightly scratch at the soft skin of Leah's armpits. He just loved watching her struggle with fruitless conviction to escape his teasing fingers.
Leah squeeked and giggled at this new sensation, not yet at a stage of complete hysterics, but she was SURELY in a state of complete torment. This went on for about ten minutes before it stopped. she was relieved for no more than a second, because Jamal had more planned for her. He began to poke and prod at the poor girl's ribs, causing little bursts of laughter when he found a few of the magic places and occasionally dipping into her armpits for a quick spider tickle, quickly reversing so she couldn't get used to any one place for too long. The poor girl didn't know what to do. She was tightly bound and blindfolded. She couldn't see any of this coming and she sure as hell couldn't get way. There was nothing she COULD do. She simply had to wait it out until this freak got tired and went home. While she came to grips with it, it didn't means he had to be happy with the realization. Her tummy was now being poked and spidered and prodded and scratched at. She went CRAZY. If she wasn't in hysterics before, she certainly was now. Her stomach was one of the most ticklish places on her body and she NEVER let anyone touch it. Her sides were tender both from laughing so hard and being tickled there every now and again when he ventured from her very ticklish bellybutton. She could do nothing but scream and laugh though the piece of cloth in her mouth.
"Are you having fun, little Leah?" Taunted Jamal. "I'd stop, you know... But you're laughing. So that means you're enjoying yourself right?" He asked, continuing to prod at her belly, focusing on her most ticklish areas. She laughed and screamed and gave no indication that she had heard his question, even though she had heard every word. She was simply laughing too hard to answer. "Guess so." He answered himself cheerfully. "well if you like what I'm doing NOW, you're going to LOVE this." he smirked and knelt down beside her, continuing to poke at her bellybutton until the very last moment, when he stopped, quickly placing his mouth over a wide area of her small stomach, Blowing out as hard as he could a Jamal-sized raspberry.
Leah screamed at the top of her lungs. This was insane. HE was insane. How could he do this to her? WHO THE HELL WAS HE!? AHHHHH! All of these thoughts ran through her head in the course of the 10 seconds that this raspberry lasted. Three more followed. This can't POSSIBLY get any worse she thought to herself at the end of the third rattling raspberry attack on her delicate tummy.
Boy... Was she wrong.
The girl was about ready to die when the worst sense of reality rushed over her, brought on by the touch of a single index finger on the arch of her left foot.
'No... Not that. Anything but that. Please, I beg you!" She tried so hard to get that across to her captor but sadly, all that could be heard was "Mmmph! Mmmm Mmm Phmmmmmmph! Mmmph!" Jamal could do nothing but Grin ear to ear. "Looks like we've found the jackpot!" he said to the both of them. He dragged his finger from the arch of the foot, up to just underneath the big toe, sliding it along all of the tow bases, stopping at the little one, then dropping down to the heel, and back up again to his starting point at the arch. This whole action sent Leah over the hypothetical edge. The one place that was worst to her than her tummy, was her feet. And now her captor knew it. He scratched around on the bottom of her feet for a good ten minutes, alternating back and forth between left and right every so often so she couldnt fall into the lull of tickling monotony. He then went for the grand finale. Remember that hanging end of the rope used to tie Leah's feet to the chair? He was about to put it to good use.
"Hold on, my dear. Here comes my favorite part. I think it'll be yours too." he said with a grin, as he grabbed ahold of the loose end of rope, placing it between her big and second toe. At that very moment, Leah knew what he planned to do. She thought of struggling, but she knew that would be giving him what he wanted. She would simply be tickling herself by moving too much and then he could taunt her even more by saying that she was enjoying it... No. she couldn't do that. She was too strong headed for that. So she simply tensed up and waited for what she knew was inevitably on it's way.
It was worse than she could have ever imagined. As the length of rope made it's slow and excruciating assault on the sensitive area between her big and 2nd toe. As the rope scraped the sensitive flesh, Leah shrieked into her gag, eyes overflowing with tears of forced mirth. This was torture... and it didn't get much better as he did the space between each set of two toes. At last there seemed to be some sort of refuge in store for her seeing as she was so hysterical that she was about to pass out.
Jamal saw this but chose not to interfere with the natural shutting down of the beautiful girl's body and mind. she had earned a break. Before she was completely gone however, he stopped and leaned by her ear, adopting the most soothing tone he could muster up.
"You should take a nap, love. We've got alot to do this week."
Hey. He only said she needed a break. Jamal had much more in store for the girl with the small frame, even if she didn't know it yet. After all, They had a whole week to catch up.
FIN
sequel? Maybe? Maybe not. Who knows.
Forgive my Grammar in the story... The spell check on my comp is on the fritzzz. D:
