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A Fantasy Fling

njdondude

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Your walking in a misty fogy place… dreamlike… and frightened . You don’t know where you are, just that your dressed in a stunning gold shimmering dress, strapless and short, your slim figure is well defined through the sheer material. You have heels on, gold open strap 3” pumps that show off your shapely legs. Your beautiful brown hair is blowing from a slight breeze.

There’s a dim light up ahead of you , you walk to it. A candle is lit on a table, a small wooden box next to the light. You open the box… inside you find a golden skeleton key. Your curiosity out weighs the scared horrified feeling that you have.

Through the mist you can see a large wooden door, cobwebs are all around the outside. Your hands are holding the key…. Shacking in fear you hold out the key to see if it will fit in the lock. You turn it slowly and there’s a loud click. The door opens up with a old horror house squeaking sound. You look in amazement to see what’s inside, a machine of some sort in the center of the room. It looks like a modern version of a medieval torture rack. Your terrified and trembling but so curious to see what it is. As you walk towards the devise group of hooded figures surround you. You freeze in shock, to petrified to move, they grab your arms… one on each side of you and lead you in towards the vertical rack… your overpowered by the many hands that are leading you that there is no use in fighting back… your at their mercy.

Your heart feels like it is ready to jump out of your chest from beating so fast. Your stopped just next to the rack… your surrounded on all sides and you feel the zipper on your dress being pulled down to just above the small of your back… the dress slips right off of you and falls down to the ground. Your standing there almost naked in your strapless bra and panties . You are forced towards the rack… your overpowered by all the hands … you cannot stop them from strapping you to board with Velcro straps… arms above your head… legs attacked at moldable points… you can barely move a muscle.

The rack starts to move… you feel your shoes coming off the ground. The table that your strapped to is pivoting drown horizontally. There are levers and cranks under the table that the hooded people are adjusting… your legs are being pulled wider part… your arms are being stretched out tighter above your head… you feel your back being arched up and your rib cage being flexed so that your that there is a valley between your flat stomach and outlined breadbasket… you are now so exposed to what ever awaits you.

All the hooded people leave… your left laying there… your mind is racing like crazy… horrified, you are shacking like a leaf in fear. You hear footsteps coming our way… a tall figure dress in all black. It’s a male with a mask on, tall and muscular…he steps beside you… he whispers in your ear, ( You have unlocked the door to your fantasies… there is no turning back now… you’re my pet now Beth… my personal slave). The voice was cold and deep. Your in a panic now… you try to fight against your bonds but to no avail.

Your feel the man’s hands petting your hair, stroking the sides in a long whisking motion. He runs his fingers across the smooth skin outlining the features of your face. The tips of his nails gentlely graise your flesh with waving strokes… he ventures farther, touching your neck and the top of your shoulders. Goose bumps ripple across your skin. The tingling of your body sends shockwaves of spasms up and down your limbs.

A soft fluffy feather is taken out and lightly brushed across your body… the touches are light and flowing… your nerve endings are exploding ,sending chilling muscle contractions. You try to move your body from side to side to get away from the torturous feeling, but you are firmly bond and there is little you can do. You are struggling at your bonds and the tickling feeling is getting worse and worse…. Your starting to go insane… you try to hold in the laughter but you cannot… an uneasy feelings of helplessness over takes you and you burst into a uncontrollable gut wrenching laugh.

Your midsection is aflame… the relentless strokes of the feather against your abdomen is driving you crazy. Tracing your rib cage of your pulled slender figure… playing each rib as if they were piano keys and your laughter was the sound that was created. Trying to scream but you are laughing so hard the sounds are silent. You start to gasp for air… your sweat is running down the sides of your face… worked up in the tickling frenzy your stomach muscles are aching and sore. Your getting light headed and feel like your going to pass out.

The torture stops… you are able to compose yourself… you can catch your breath. Your lying there all sweaty and exhausted from the relentless tickling. Dazed and confused, your lying there wondering what is going to happen next… your looking around for the man in the mask… he’s approaching you again. He straddles you at your midsection just above your waste. He takes his two hands and grabs your strapless bra… you hear a tearing sound and the bra is ripped in half. Your lying there, all exposed for he’s enjoyment. Your nipples are form and hard from all the arousal of the dancing feather on them. He starts to trace his fingers on your breasts and outlines around your swollen rock hard tips. Little circles are drawn around your nipples… your laughing jumps to another level… dancing his finger tips down the sides of your breasts towards and into the hollows of your arm pits.

His nails are raking your arm pits with a fanning motion… you can’t take it anymore… you can’t do a thing to stop him… you can only surrender to him…you can only submit to the torture… your at his mercy.

Your becoming light headed again from the sheer torment, but he won’t let you pass out. He backs off once more allowing you to regain your composure and catch your breath… if your pass out he will only have to wake you up again to start the torture all over again. You are losing your mind… on the brink of insanity… when will he stop… when is going to start again.

You feel the straps of your shoes coming undone… the feet are the next to feel the torture. You are locked into a devise so that your toes are tied back and your feet are arched so that your soles are pulled tight and you can’t move an inch. You can’t see what’s behind the devise… you know it is going to start any minute… the torture of your feet… you are so ticklish there you know that it will be unbearable. The anticipation is the worst… you don’t know how you can brace for what is to come next.

Scratching… fine light touches against your soles, up and down to your toes. The soft skin under your toes are the worst… very sensitive soft silky skin… like someone lit a fuss of a rocket… you go into orbit. The masked man had some kind of finger attachments on, very soft that made the light touches even more sensitive than before. He shifted himself around to the side of your legs, one hand was tickling your feet and the other was tickling your legs. The massaging and kneading on your legs up and down to your thighs was driving you crazy. You are bucking like a wild bronco that was just branded. Your legs are held down at three different locations and with your feet locked in that form fitting stocks you can’t even move a muscle… it’s like being in a pasture cast. You are almost giving up the fight… you can’t do anything… he is so sadistic you are going completely insane. Your ready to pass out again… his not going to let you… he stops again and you lay there sweaty and broken.

You feel a tug at your panties… two hands rip off the last article of clothing that you had on. You lay there not able to even lift you head from exhaustion… you feel him rubbing your groin area. All the tickling for some strange reason has excited you… the area was moist and your lips were swollen. Your body was so exhausted from fighting that you can’t even think of having an orgasm… one last burst of energy that you didn’t even think you had erupted in one tremendous release. You pass out….

Sunlight gleams through an open widow… your in your bedroom… in your flat… laying on your bed… you awake…. It was just a dream. You try to get up… your muscles are sore. Something pinching you from under your blankets… it is your bra and panties… there ripped in two . The look on your face is priceless.
 
:hmm: Wow! That was some story...always like the combination of a torture rack and tickling a nude girl!
 
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