The weekend crept up fast for Amanda, her schoolwork keep her very busy. She found herself in the library on a Friday night, not because she wanted to, because she had to. It was the only way she could be able to study without the distractions of her house phone and her computer. Amanda would log-on to her favorite websites surfing the net for her fascination of tickling. She thought about it all the time and when ever she got the chance she would go online and read peoples stories or watched videos…she was compelled be it…she was drawn to it…she thought about it all the time. Amanda’s fantasies tormented her all the time.
Exhausted from the cold weather outside Amanda’s eyes were heavy, the words in the text book that she was reading didn’t help matters. Every sentence that she read pet her in a trance, and she drifted off in a daydream. She needed to snap out of it…coffee…she needed coffee. There was a Dounkin Donut store around the corner from the library…just a quick walk around the block and back to her studying…that all she needed.
Amanda gathered her books and bundled up…it was freezing outside, she just needed to walk across the parking lot but it was to cold to go without putting on everything, hat, gloves jacket and scarf. Her books weighed a ton and with all her clothing on was huffing and puffing from the quick walk. She made a beeline straight between the parked cars in the lot…the shortest path she could take, even if it meant walking through the dark, unlite section of the parking lot…it was a scary place that time of the night, but it was so cold out the fear was nonexistent.
Two arms grabbed her from behind…she was stunned…she was taken by surprise. There was no time to scream…a cloth was placed over her face and everything went black.
A sharp odor abruptly awakens Amanda from her sleep, it was smelling salt. A hand was paddling her cheeks…her head was bobbing back and forth. Dazed and confused she was trying to get a grip of where she was. It was dark and chilly, she tried to move to get up but she couldn’t…she was bound to a table. She couldn’t see a thing…she was blind folded. Her arms were pulled above her head and tied by the wrists, she tugged be she couldn’t pull them free. Her legs were tied in a similar manner, locked at the bottom by her ankles and as tight as can be. A cool breeze across her body made her nipples hard and goose bumps rippled there out her body…she realized she was naked from head to toe. She began to panic and pulled franticly at her bonds to get away.
Amanda felt a tickling sensation on her feet…she began to fight vigorously at her bonds to stop it…she couldn’t. The scratching at her soles was driving her crazy, she started to scream and laugh as loud as she could…begging for the tickling to stop…her capture didn’t…the torment continued on.
The tickling moved up from her feet to her legs, scratching and kneading that started at her knees. Amanda was bucking back and forth as her torture became to unbearable for her to handle. All the strength in her body could not break her free to stop the assault. Her frantic cries fell on deaf ears…she was screaming in agony for it to stop.
Her capture moved to her thighs and hips…she was really getting a workout now. She struggled to free herself and escape the torture that was driving her insane…with every touch her body was contorting in agony from the sadistic tickling…it was unreal…so unbelievable…so torturous.
The weight of her capturer’s body pinned her down…a body sat on her waist locking her tight to the table she was tied to. Amanda was unable to move a muscule…straddling her mid section gave her capture a free rain to her upper body.
Amanda barely had a moment to catch her breath before the next round of torture commenced. She felt nails scratching all around her ribs and stomach area, working in circular , hands where fanning her mid section in wavy patterns. Amanda was shaking uncontrollably, short blasts of screams come between her laughter. Her voice was becoming horse and dry mouthed from her cries of agony. She was drifting into a dream like state, light headed from all the laughing… her brain was being stared of oxygen…she was ready to pass out.
The tickling stopped for her to catch a moment of relief and bring her down a bit from insanity. Sweat was pouring down her face…there was pools of sweat that formed in pockets around her chest and stomach area deep in her navel. She was a wreak…her hair was saturated and matted. Her body was acking from the workout that she was enduring. Between her gasps of air she pleaded for no more begging for her torementer to stop.
A shape scratching feeling started just below the side of her breasts and worked it’s way up to her hollows of her arm pits. Amanda’s body arched up and lifted off of the table…that was her most ticklish area of her body. Total panic came over her…she started fighting as if she was a wild animals locked in a cage for the first time. Finger tips barely contacted her soft silky flesh with light but continuous touches, just enough to drive her insane. She was losing it…Amanda was whaling at the top of her lungs…laughter turned to screams…she could barely hold on…she was blacking out.
Amanda heard a faint voice coming from a distance…it was getting closer and louder with every pasting second. She began to feel tapping on her shoulder…soft and consent. Amanda’s eyes opened wide, her vision was blurry at first. Her head was laying on her arms…her cheek was laying on a book that was opened and laying on a table. She was sitting in a chair with her body lumped over towards the table…she picked her head up and her the voice again “Miss…Miss…the library is closing in 10 minutes”.
Gathering her stuff from the table and putting on her winter apparel, Amanda darted for the door…as she made her way across the parking lot still half asleep, still in a daze something come over her…DE`JA’ VU!
Exhausted from the cold weather outside Amanda’s eyes were heavy, the words in the text book that she was reading didn’t help matters. Every sentence that she read pet her in a trance, and she drifted off in a daydream. She needed to snap out of it…coffee…she needed coffee. There was a Dounkin Donut store around the corner from the library…just a quick walk around the block and back to her studying…that all she needed.
Amanda gathered her books and bundled up…it was freezing outside, she just needed to walk across the parking lot but it was to cold to go without putting on everything, hat, gloves jacket and scarf. Her books weighed a ton and with all her clothing on was huffing and puffing from the quick walk. She made a beeline straight between the parked cars in the lot…the shortest path she could take, even if it meant walking through the dark, unlite section of the parking lot…it was a scary place that time of the night, but it was so cold out the fear was nonexistent.
Two arms grabbed her from behind…she was stunned…she was taken by surprise. There was no time to scream…a cloth was placed over her face and everything went black.
A sharp odor abruptly awakens Amanda from her sleep, it was smelling salt. A hand was paddling her cheeks…her head was bobbing back and forth. Dazed and confused she was trying to get a grip of where she was. It was dark and chilly, she tried to move to get up but she couldn’t…she was bound to a table. She couldn’t see a thing…she was blind folded. Her arms were pulled above her head and tied by the wrists, she tugged be she couldn’t pull them free. Her legs were tied in a similar manner, locked at the bottom by her ankles and as tight as can be. A cool breeze across her body made her nipples hard and goose bumps rippled there out her body…she realized she was naked from head to toe. She began to panic and pulled franticly at her bonds to get away.
Amanda felt a tickling sensation on her feet…she began to fight vigorously at her bonds to stop it…she couldn’t. The scratching at her soles was driving her crazy, she started to scream and laugh as loud as she could…begging for the tickling to stop…her capture didn’t…the torment continued on.
The tickling moved up from her feet to her legs, scratching and kneading that started at her knees. Amanda was bucking back and forth as her torture became to unbearable for her to handle. All the strength in her body could not break her free to stop the assault. Her frantic cries fell on deaf ears…she was screaming in agony for it to stop.
Her capture moved to her thighs and hips…she was really getting a workout now. She struggled to free herself and escape the torture that was driving her insane…with every touch her body was contorting in agony from the sadistic tickling…it was unreal…so unbelievable…so torturous.
The weight of her capturer’s body pinned her down…a body sat on her waist locking her tight to the table she was tied to. Amanda was unable to move a muscule…straddling her mid section gave her capture a free rain to her upper body.
Amanda barely had a moment to catch her breath before the next round of torture commenced. She felt nails scratching all around her ribs and stomach area, working in circular , hands where fanning her mid section in wavy patterns. Amanda was shaking uncontrollably, short blasts of screams come between her laughter. Her voice was becoming horse and dry mouthed from her cries of agony. She was drifting into a dream like state, light headed from all the laughing… her brain was being stared of oxygen…she was ready to pass out.
The tickling stopped for her to catch a moment of relief and bring her down a bit from insanity. Sweat was pouring down her face…there was pools of sweat that formed in pockets around her chest and stomach area deep in her navel. She was a wreak…her hair was saturated and matted. Her body was acking from the workout that she was enduring. Between her gasps of air she pleaded for no more begging for her torementer to stop.
A shape scratching feeling started just below the side of her breasts and worked it’s way up to her hollows of her arm pits. Amanda’s body arched up and lifted off of the table…that was her most ticklish area of her body. Total panic came over her…she started fighting as if she was a wild animals locked in a cage for the first time. Finger tips barely contacted her soft silky flesh with light but continuous touches, just enough to drive her insane. She was losing it…Amanda was whaling at the top of her lungs…laughter turned to screams…she could barely hold on…she was blacking out.
Amanda heard a faint voice coming from a distance…it was getting closer and louder with every pasting second. She began to feel tapping on her shoulder…soft and consent. Amanda’s eyes opened wide, her vision was blurry at first. Her head was laying on her arms…her cheek was laying on a book that was opened and laying on a table. She was sitting in a chair with her body lumped over towards the table…she picked her head up and her the voice again “Miss…Miss…the library is closing in 10 minutes”.
Gathering her stuff from the table and putting on her winter apparel, Amanda darted for the door…as she made her way across the parking lot still half asleep, still in a daze something come over her…DE`JA’ VU!
