Marquis De Sade
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A few months ago I thought it would be a really fun idea to have some authors here collaborate on a joint project. We would compile a list of short stories and post them all up in one post.
First off, a HUGE thank you to all the writers who pitched in and helped make this happen. The quality of work is astounding. You guys all had such short notice and of course, had to put up with my own delays. I owe you all a beer...or something. A glass of wine?
I hope there's something in here for everyone. As always, comments, feedback, it all means so much more than you know. So read, enjoy and tell us what you think.
Feel free to comment on individual stories within this collection and/or the author(s) that you liked.
If this is a hit I'm sure we'll do it again and have different writers write a few pieces as well.
Special thanks again to everyone who participated. You all severely rock. I did pull a couple incredible classics from some very talented people but did so with their permission. There are also some authors I spoke to that're missing. To Viper, the collection was getting reeeeally long. I'd be ecstatic if you picked one for next time or had something else. To Meangry and Rithwraith - whenever the inspiration strikes...
Enough blah blah. Here ya all go. Hope you enjoy.
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"The Elevator" by Myth77
Insatiable.
The couple continued their ascent towards the second floor.
They were locked together...in starving embrace. Lips locked in sultry kisses. Hands roaming...seeking...searching the other one's form. Bodies pressed against one another. Legs intertwined.
Standing.
Adam's hands gripped Liz's body, lifting her higher into his embrace. He backed her up to the corner of the elevator. Trapped against the rails, Liz rested her weight on the walls...and returned the urgency of Adam's kiss.
He released his grip from around her body. He placed his palms on her shoulders and slid them down her soft arms...fingertips grazing her skin, leaving a tingling in their wake. Down to her delicate wrists.
He grasped one in each hand, and broke his lips away from hers. He brought her hands one at a time to his mouth...placing small kisses on her smooth palms. Desire fluttered throughout Liz's body.
Floor four. The elevator climbed steadily towards their destination...Liz's apartment on the top floor...the twentieth floor. A spacious place...but one that proposed an interesting challenge to their passionate activities. A challenge not present when visiting Adam's house.
Neighbors.
Neighbors who could hear her laughter, screams...and other pleasured sounds...sometimes for hours... through the walls...echoing into their own dwellings. Noises that raised eyebrows and suspicions of just what on Earth could be taking place on the other side.
Feverish.
Liz was still on fire from Adam's steamy office visit. They quickly fled that scene to create a new memory...with more privacy than their previous encounter.
Seventh floor.
The elevator rose upward...and so did Liz's wrists. Adam raised her arms above her head, and pinned them against the elevator wall. His intense gaze locked onto her hers...penetrating her senses, causing her face to grow hot. A delightful chill crawled up her spine.
One hand pinned her wrists together...leaving his other hand free...free to indulge in whatever devious mischief crossed his mind.
Her eyes widened...her body engulfed with a delicious mixture of excitement and fear...of anxiety and arousal...in anticipation of his hand's chosen destination. She was not left to wonder long.
Ninth floor.
Tenth floor.
Adam's free hand found what it sought. Liz squealed...jumping as she felt his fingers fondle her sensitive sides. Her head fell back against the elevator wall, her laughter growing as he increased the ticklish motions of his fingertips...moving deftly...exploring up and down her tender frame...crawling over her ribcage...wiggling all over her belly...swirling in and around the exquisite hollows under her arms.
Liz screamed out, laughing harder, squirming in desperation...trapped against the corner of the elevator...against Adam's warm body...powerless to bring her wrists down from above her head, held in his vice-like grip. Desire surged inside his body, pressed close to hers...thrilled by watching her struggle against the ticklish sensations...drinking in her hysterical laughter as his fingers traveled all over her body.
Ding!
As the doors opened behind them, Adam quickly released Liz's wrists. An older woman entered the elevator on the thirteenth floor. She took her place on the opposite side of the chamber...and began to stare at the couple.
Liz was flushed...out of breath,...a huge grin on her face. Adam looked considerably more composed...but there was something about the look on his face...something hidden in his devious smile.
“How are you today Mrs. Jordan?” Liz asked, hoping the small talk might lessen the curiosity on the older woman's face.
“Just fine dear, and you?” she replied, relaxing a bit.
“Wonderful,” Liz responded.
She smiled at Adam. “And how are you young man?”
“Very good ma'am,” he spoke quietly, smiling back at her.
“You guys going down?” Mrs. Jordan inquired as she pressed the number one, beginning the elevators descent to the first floor.
“Yes,” Liz replied quickly, “I forgot something in the car.”
Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two.
One.
The doors opened.
“You two lovebirds have a wonderful evening.” Mrs Jordan said to the couple. She started to exit...then paused. “Aren't you getting off?” she asked, puzzled by their lack of motion toward the elevator doors.
Liz hesitated, flustered, searching her mind for a response.
“Not yet,” piped in Adam. He was staring intently at Liz,”we forgot something else upstairs. A wicked smile crossed his lips.
“Oh what a shame. Looks like you guys came all the way down for nothing,” she said. “Well, I'll see you later.” Mrs. Jordan departed.
Ding!
The doors sealed the couple in the privacy of the elevator chamber. Adam once again pushed Liz back into the corner. He brought his hands to her waist...pulling her in close as if he were going to embrace her. With one hand resting on her lower back, he held her...and with the other...he touched the sash belt tied at the waistline of Liz's black dress...and loosened it.
He yanked the sash off the dress and swiftly grasped both of her wrists, sweeping them behind her back. He tied it around her delicate wrists...binding her hands together...and used the extra length to tie her hands to the railing of the elevator. Liz's breath caught in her throat, eyes growing wide in shock. Adam leaned in close to her ear. She shivered as he whispered...
“Let's see you explain this the next time that door opens...
...next time I won't stop.”
Liz's shrieks of laughter could be heard resonating in the halls outside of the elevator as Adam resumed his ticklish exploration of his lovely captive.
Floor five...floor six...floor seven...
THE END
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"Not so Friendly Persuasion (The PM conversation)…" by Opprtunistic
Dear Opprtunistic,
Thank you so much for your thoughtful response. I am sorry you decided not to take on my story request. I realize that everyone has different tastes and am sorry you feel it’s a bit out of your (shall we say) comfort level. I hope you reconsider. See my responses to your reply below…
Nope, unfortunately it’s still only a fantasy. But I’m optimistic…. Very optimistic.
Yes, I love her work, but she’s a little too light hearted for my taste.
Yes, I thought they were a good warmup.
Awww. I’m sure you can do it. Maybe you just need some (shall we say) inspiration? I loved your photo album and see that you’ve deleted the one with your truck in it. Imagine my luck that I visited your photos for the short time it was there. I really love your truck; especially the license plate on it (ooopsies!). And imagine my surprise when I was not only able to use it to find out who you are, but that you actually only live a few miles away?
Oh, by the way, I love your facebook page and I can see you were not lying. You are a very busy guy at work. It’s a great company you work for and I can see by your position and your activity posting on the company’s facebook page, that you are quite a popular and well known national figure.
You have such a flair for words. I liked them so much that I became a fan of your company just to be sure I don’t miss anything and so that I can respond and post when I fell appropriate (WOW! 6800 co-workers and friends all reading your posts).
Unfortunately, I can’t find any of your tickling and T&D stories posted there? Have you posted any? I’m sure many of your subordinates would love to see them, don’t you think? Shall I post a few? I promise I’ll be sure to specify that you are the author.
I also noticed a few familiar names in your “friends” page. I’m especially interested in 2 of them; Stephanie and Anna. Could they be the same girls? Maybe I’ll send them your stories and see if the high school true scenarios you posted ring a bell? I’m sure they’d love to see where those real scenarios ended up going in your imagination, don’t you?
Hmmm, that is quite a problem, but I’ve got a solution to help INSPIRE you. At 9PM tonight, open your garage door, get in the passenger seat of your car and place your keys on the driver’s seat. Next, blindfold yourself and handcuff your hands behind your back.
Or I guess you do have another choice. You can refuse. But that sure would give me a lot of free time tonight. Certainly enough time to make sure I get all of your stories out to all of the right people.
In other words, I guess I’ll see you at 9.
I just did silly boy. Not only write it, but live it.
Back at you.
Opprtunistic? LOL! You have NO idea
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"Future: Tense" by Marquis De Sade
This music right now, it could be just anything. The car in front of me slowing me down, it could just be whatever.
Some Italian Lollipop colored something or a hybrid plug-in green electric fuel saving who gives a shit.
Traffic.
Red lights.
Slow lane.
Fast lane.
Blah.
Blah.
Blah.
Me, I’m just not “Here” right now.
I’m not, “Right Now”.
There is no slow moving Who Cares with spinners however many cars up ahead backing us all up.
There is no Mr. Brake, Brake, Brake Lights.
Me, I’m in the future, and in the future, there is no Mrs. I Love Bumper Stickers. Or Sir Baby On Board.
I’m an hour from Right Now after this same drive home and both of us are in our living room.
This is right after we’ve walked through the door.
Where I am right now, I’m waiting for you to go through your same We’re Home routine:
The purse on the table.
The bag in the kitchen.
It’s when you balance yourself on the kitchen countertop, to take off your shoes that things get interesting.
Nothing like a little something different in all this Same.
Where I am right now, it’s not squinting through the tinted glass of an SUV gas-guzzling la-de-da trying to figure out what movie’s being enjoyed by someone’s kids.
Here in the future, it’s just me, wrestling you down to the floor of our living room from behind.
Tackling you.
This music right now, I don’t even know what it is.
The radio, a commercial, some iPod shuffle something something or maybe it’s that first loud shout of surprise, that first cry that comes out of your mouth as you fall.
You go down, fast.
You go down, hard.
In the future, it’s me sitting on you so you can’t get up. It’s a second cry as your arms are quickly wrestled behind you.
That bumpy feeling right now, it’s not just some giant pothole in the road, it’s you, trapped underneath me.
Squirming.
Fighting.
Thrashing.
It’s the swell of your lungs as you raise your head up off of the floor and angrily shout at me in protest.
How this isn’t fair.
How you didn’t get the chance to fight me off.
How you were taken by surprise.
That sound in the future, if you listen close, it’s not the sound of a Left Turn signal.
Not that tick, tick, ticking sound.
If you were paying attention, it’s the soft fabric cinching sound a double knot makes as I tie your wrists.
It’s your upper body, powerfully thrashing about the carpet while I sit on the backs of your legs.
In the future, I can assure you there is no My Child Is Something You Don’t Care About.
There is no I Got My Car At Who Gives A Shit.
In about an hour from now though, there’s me sitting on your legs and catching your ankles.
There’s me bear-hugging your calves and standing up. Lifting your long, powerful dancer’s legs up in the air with me.
There’s you on the floor, crazily twisting, thrashing about while I unstrap one high heel.
There’s you with your eyes closed, straining and pulling with all your strength trying everything to wrestle your legs free.
Trying to kick loose.
There’s you shaking your head, pleading with me NOO.
NOOOOOOOO.
NOOOOOOOO.
But the future me, he just ignores you. He takes that shoe and he pulls it right off that beautiful bare foot.
He holds your legs tighter, wraps his arms around your calves and he squeezes as hard as you pull against him.
In about an hour from now, there is no dog with his tongue out of his mouth in some open jeep smelling God knows what.
His eyes wide open, blinking.
Yours squeezed shut. Teeth grinding. Hands in fists and thrashing all over the floor I tickle that one foot.
That soft, sensitive foot.
Making you cry with laughter. Making you growl and roar with fury as you’re controlled.
Tamed.
Dominated.
Taken.
Your one shoe off, your one foot tickled, there’s nothing you can do but howl.
Grind your teeth as you fight knowing you can’t.
You bury your face in the carpet and grooooooan. Long and loud as I stop only when you’re weak enough for me to fully restrain.
Your strength in the future, drained.
Your Fight intact, but your powerful muscles no longer responding while I cross and very tightly bind your feet.
Your one shoe, still on. Your other shoe, off.
Your one foot, still quivering.
In the future, you get quiet. Your voice lowers as I wrestle your legs behind you.
You say nothing as I fasten your ankles to your wrists behind you so you can’t move.
I tighten every knot.
I make sure those clever fingers of yours, they can’t reach for a loose something in about an hour for now.
But just in case I tie your thumbs.
You, with your teeth clenched together, you furiously let me know I’d better truss you up tight.
Very tight.
Or you’ll get out.
In the future you tell me, in that low raspy deep voice of yours, how none of this was fair.
How I’d better make sure you can’t escape.
Keep you tied up.
Gag you so you can’t taunt.
In the future you tell me, growling with fury as I bind your arms with a leather belt, “You better make sure I can’t move.”
You growl, “A muscle.”
And me, in the future, I tighten that belt up.
In the future, I strap a second belt around your legs.
I pull off that other heel and you hiss, “Yeah. You’d better keep me like this.
Tied up, no shoes.”
And in the future, there’s no horn snapping someone awake at some green light crossroad wherever.
There’s just me, tying your big toes.
There’s me saying, “You’re not getting away this time. You’re not moving. You’re not going anywhere.
You’re not wearing shoes. Not all weekend.”
In my own low future me voice I’m saying, “You’re staying tied up as tight as possible.
I’m teasing you. Whenever I feel like it.
I’m.
Fucking you.
Whenever.
I’m sucking.
Hard.
On all those suckable toes of yours.
I’m tickling those beautiful, beautiful bare feet. Those soft and pale white soles.
Those smooth bare heels.
The balls of each foot.
Whenever I feel like it.”
In the future, you moan as I tighten you up one last time. I make sure you really can’t move.
Not a muscle.
Not anything.
In the future, in about an hour from now, I’m saying in my lowest voice, “You’re staying my captured, furious little kept barefoot Amazon all weekend.”
And about an hour from when I pick you up, your last words when I gag you with a scarf are:
“Promise?”
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"Trucker Trouble" by Black Widow
The rain was pounding against the windows of the tiny diner as the drenched 23 year old waitress hurriedly ran inside and fought against the wind to close the door behind her.. Chuck, the diner's owner, glanced at the clock, noting the time and snorted frustratedly. Lexi was late again. This made the 4th time this month she showed up nearly an hour late with some random excuse, and Chuck was running out of patience. She hung up her wet coat and wrung out her shoulder length, platinum blonde hair. Her friend and fellow waitress, Haley, rushed over to her with a tray on her shoulder.
“Lexi! You're soaked to the bone! What in the world happened to you?” Haley asked; her deep brown eyes looking genuinely concerned.
“Well, first my alarm didn't go off, and then my car broke down about a mile from here, and, of course, I didn't have an umbrella with me.” Lexi said as she rolled her eyes. “If I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all.”
“Yeah, well, Chuck is fuming that you're late again. Go dry up and get changed into another uniform in the break room... and hurry up, girl. I need your help.” Haley said as she took off; her long, dark pony tail bouncing as she bustled toward the kitchen.
Lexi ran to the break room in search of another uniform, her wet sneakers squeaking and leaving a trail of water the whole way. She grabbed one of the midnight blue button down tops and matching skirts that were hanging and quickly removed her wet, cold clothes; including her bra and pink cotton panties. Thankfully, she had the foresight to put her panty hose and work shoes in her purse, so at least they weren't dripping wet. She quickly buttoned the thin fabric of her top, which came down to her navel, and when she zipped up the flared skirt, she found it was so short that it barely covered her ass. Her generous bust kept threatening to burst open the buttons of her top. She sighed frustratedly when she saw that the other two uniforms were the same size.
“Damn petite people. It's not my fault that I'm 5'8 with long legs and big boobs!” She cursed as she looked at herself in the mirror, and decided as long as she was careful, it was better than being drenched. She slipped on her nude panty hose and buckled the ankle straps on her black heeled shoes. Just as she finished fastening the strap on the last shoe, Haley opened the door and said, “Ready or not, it's showtime! Customers are chomping at the bit out here, but I should be able to keep them occupied a little longer. Oh, and before Chuck sees it, be sure to mop up this wet floor first before someone trips and gets hurt.”
“Coming right now!” called Lexi. She hopped up and tugged down on her short skirt as she ran to grab a towel. She walked into the kitchen and smiled at Chuck, who shot her a dirty look and went about flipping some hotcakes and sizzling sausage links. Lexi decided it was best not to say anything, so she bit her lip and grabbed a towel, and, being mindful of her short skirt, carefully crouched down to sop up the water she'd tracked in earlier.
The bell on the door chimed as a large lumberjack looking man wearing blue jeans, steel-toe boots and a thick, long sleeved flannel jacket entered the diner. Julie, the 19 year old petite, brunette hostess greeted the tall, salt and pepper haired trucker as he wiped his wet boots on the mat. He nodded to the pretty young woman and walked over to the glassless window of the kitchen where Chuck was laying out plates of food for the waitresses to serve.
“Hey, how's it going, old man? Haven't seen your ugly mug in a few weeks.” jested Chuck as he greeted his burly, long time friend.
“Been doing some overtime runnin' that old big rig all over the damn country. I figured I couldn't drive through the great state of Montana without stopping by the famous Chuck's Diner; where the hotcakes are almost as hot as the waitstaff.” Earl said as he winked at the blushing Julie.
“I'll seat you at your usual table, Big Earl. Coffee's on it's way!” called out the chipper Julie.
“Fine, darlin.” he said, smiling, then directed his attention to his friend. “So what's new, Chucky? Other than the unseasonably torrential downpour.” inquired the 6'3 husky man as he hung up his wet flannel jacket.
“Oh, just the usual. Same shit, different day. Lord knows I can use a vacation after 7 straight years of going without. Sure could use a manager I can rely on.” Chuck hinted. “After 30 odd years of driving cross country, you're not interested in settling down any time soon, are you old boy?” asked Chuck with a grin across his face.
“What? And give up my exciting adventures to exotic lands like Milwaukee, Wisconsin and Mobile, Alabama?” responded Earl with a throaty laugh. “As always, I promise I'll let you know when it's time to hang up the tires.” he added.
“I'm holdin' you to that. You should be ashamed of yourself, leaving me to deal with these women all alone. In fact, I'm gettin' ready to let one of 'em go real soon.” he said, shaking his head.
“Oh yeah?” Earl raised an eyebrow and leaned on the ledge, crossing his arms. “What's the story with this one?”
“Completely unreliable. Kid can't get her ass here on time.” responded Chuck as he nodded in the direction of the waitress on her hands and knees bending over to finish cleaning up the wet floor.
Earl turned his head and let his gaze fall on the short, dark blue skirt riding up the backs of the girl's long, shapely thighs as she rocked back and forth scrubbing the water covered floor.
“Aw, not my sexy Lexi.” he pouted. Earl had a crush on the cute little blonde ever since she'd started working at the diner several months ago. “She certainly does have a nice ass, though..” said Earl, amused. “I take it you didn't tell her yet?”
“Hell no, I'm short staffed as it is, and I'm in no mood to deal with her lame excuses.” answered Chuck as he tossed the hotcakes and sausage links onto the plate, promptly tapping a bell to alert Haley for the next pickup.
As Lexi stood up, the lower curves of her nicely rounded ass became momentarily visible to Big Earl's lingering eyes, and he had to adjust himself. At that moment, an idea occurred to him.
“Ya know, jobs are pretty scarce around these parts, and good help is just as hard to find.” Earl began as he smoothed his bushy mustache. “Why not let me teach the girl a little lesson in responsibility? I can guarantee after tonight, she'll do anything you tell her to.” grinned the brawny truck driver.
“Hmm.” paused Chuck as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin. “Well, hollerin' and threatenin' doesn't seem to be getting through to her. All right, old friend. If you can straighten out this little vixen, then it'll be a good reminder to all of the girls that I DO have a business to run here. Go work your magic.” he decided as he tossed a slab of bacon onto a hot frying pan.
“It may get a little rowdy, seein' as how there's nothin' but us raunchy truckers hanging about, but your girls won't be slackin' after tonight. That I can promise you.” chuckled the hefty trucker.
With that, Big Earl casually walked over to his table where an ice water and his piping hot cup of coffee were waiting for him. He chatted with a few friends to let them in on his plan to make an example of one of Chuck's waitresses, and they were all ears in anticipation of the show to come. It gets very boring and lonely being on the road for so long. The men thoroughly enjoyed frequenting Chuck's Diner, as he always hired pretty girls, and their required uniforms were quite pleasing to ogle. Also, there was not a “hands off the waitresses” policy, either, as Chuck wanted his diner to be a fun place where the truckers could unwind.. Out of fairness, the girls knew this upon hire, but none of them knew quite what to expect.
The beautiful 26 year old, olive-skinned, Haley, was so used to the perverted truckers hitting on her that it didn't even phase her when one of the greasy men would wrap an arm around her bare midriff as she'd take their orders. She, like the other girls, really needed this job, and the men were harmless enough for the most part. Once in a while they'd sneak a kiss, mischievously lift their skirts or grope the girls when they weren't looking, but Haley would just laugh it off as they always tipped well. Lexi, on the other hand, tried her best to keep her distance from the ornery customers, as a few of them had found out unintentionally about her extreme ticklishness. A knee squeeze here and a pinch on her sides there sent her squealing and dashing into the kitchen to compose herself, much to their entertainment.
Finished drying the floor, Lexi tied on her apron and greeted a table where three truck drivers were seated. She recognized them as Bill, Larry, and Frank. As she was taking down their orders, she felt a finger run up the back of her leg, causing her to drop her pen and let out a high pitched yelp. She abruptly turned around to find the culprit behind the sharp tickling sensation. Her eyes widened as she saw Big Earl staring mischievously up at Lexi, one big hand cradling his chin, supported by his elbow on the table, and he politely motioned with one finger for her to come over to him. Lexi exhaled quickly and shot him a forced, sweet smile, nodding twice. Afraid to take her eyes off of him, she slowly turned her attention back to the other table. She quickly brought the men their drinks and stopped over at Earl's table.
“Hello there, Big Earl. Are you ready to order?” she inquired timidly, still remembering the last time she had to wait on this fiendish older man. It was Earl that had first discovered how ticklish she was when he playfully squeezed her knee while she wasn't looking. After that, it was like a game to him to catch her off guard, and she tried her best to stay away from his ticklish grasp.
“I'm fine with coffee for right now, darlin. I was wonderin' if you could do me a favor though. It seems I've dropped my napkin under the table, and I was hopin' you'd be a doll and get it for me.” he said with a sly grin.
“Oh, uh, sure... under the table, you said?” she asked meekly.
“Uh huh.” he answered, stroking his mustache with his other hand.
Lexi hesitated for a moment, and was about to ask Haley or Julie to bail her out, as bending over was the last thing she wanted to do around these horny men. Julie was greeting more customers and Haley was playfully fighting with one of her many admirers, Ted, who kept trying to lift up her skirt. Lexi carefully kneeled down and lifted the table cloth, then winced as she saw where his napkin had landed; all the way in the right corner by the wall. As she stretched her arm towards it, she could feel her skirt rising up above her buttocks, and just when she reached it, Earl suddenly dropped a spoon on the same side as the wall, but near the farther left leg of the table.
“Oops! Clumsy me! I am truly very sorry. Butterfingers today!” he guiltily admitted from above. Lexi blew blonde hair wisps out of her face and extended her arm even further under the table, bending over so far that her ass started rising in the air. The men seated at the table across from here were enjoying the view of her visibly rounded ass and lower pussy lips thanks to her sheer panty hose as the unlucky girl strained to reach the spoon handle. Finally she pulled the spoon and napkin out from under the table and stood up, her skirt still bunched up above her rounded ass. She promptly smoothed it and pulled it down as far as it would go.
“Uh, Miss Lexi?” came a voice from behind her. She turned just as one of the men held up his glass filled with ice. “Mind if I get a little more water, when ya get a minute?”
“Not at all, Larry. I'll be right back with that.” she quickly replied, and turned to the beaming Earl. “I'll be right back with another spoon and napkin for you.” she faked a smile and ran to get the requested items.
The men exchanged glances with each other, and when Earl nodded to the man requesting water, he clumsily knocked over his glass so that ice flew all over the table and floor. “Woops!” he said aloud, and Lexi came running over with a towel. “Oh, don't worry about it, Larry. I'll get it.” the blonde waitress reassured him as she bent down to clean up the spilled ice and water, momentarily forgetting about her short skirt. Earl picked up an ice cube and tossed it down the back of the young waitress' blouse. Lexi screamed and immediately kneeled upright; wiggling her shoulders frantically to remove the freezing little invader. All that shaking caused her bust to pop open a few buttons on her uniform; exposing a considerable amount of her ample cleavage. Finally, when Lexi stood up, Earl reached for her hips and pulled her down onto his lap; quickly wrapping an arm around her little waist.
“Earl! What are you doing? Let me go!” Lexi cried as the vice grip around her waist wouldn't budge.
“I just wanted to have a chat with my favorite girl is all! Now, what's this I hear you've been slackin' off at work lately? Showing up late and the like? What's the matter, sugar? Don't you like working for old Chuck anymore?” asked Earl..
“Of course I do! Please let me go, Earl!” Lexi pleaded with the strong man as she kicked her legs.
“Well, I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson in what happens to irresponsible girls, so that you get to keep your job, and my buddy Chuck has some reliable help.. Do you understand?” Earl asked with a smirk.
“Oh please, Earl! That's not necessary... I promise I'll be on time from now on!” Lexi said shakily. She would have promised him the Hope Diamond if he'd just put her down.
“No way, missy. You've got this comin' to ya. If this is what it takes to get through to you pretty girls, then I'm more than happy to oblige!” he said as he pinched at her ribs through the thin fabric of her top, while holding her tight with his other arm.
Lexi instantly let out peals of laughter, struggling to release herself from this bear of a man as he attacked her ticklish sides. Earl quickly realized that Lexi was laughing so hard, he could keep her incapacitated just by tickling her. He released his arm from around her waist only to lobster claw at the bare flesh along her midriff, and sure enough, all she could do was laugh even harder and fall back against him. Whenever she'd lift her arms to attempt to push off of him to stand up, he'd shoot his eager fingers right up to her armpits and slide under her short sleeves to relentlessly wiggle his fingernails right against her smooth ticklish hollows.
At that point, the damage was already done, as dropping her arms back down only helped to keep his tickling fingers trapped against her sensitive skin, forcing her to laugh all the more as the other customers watched with amazement. Haley wanted to help her friend, but didn't know what to do. As she tried to sneak away from the commotion, Ted pulled her down onto his lap. He happily slid his wondering hands up her skirt, wrapping his arms around her to keep her from running off. Bill grabbed ahold of Julie and had her sit with him and his buddies directly across from where poor Lexi was being tickled senseless. They deviously put the nervous Julie in the middle of the booth where she immediately felt two rough hands sliding up her bare thighs.
“Hehehehehehehehe!!!! Pleheheheheheese Ch.....Chuck!!! Please help meeeee!!” the blonde Lexi wailed between breaths.
“Now that's not very nice, Lexi. If you want the tickling to stop, you're gonna have to beg ME for mercy.” Earl playfully scolded.
“Oohh hahahaha!!! Oooooh Earl!! Please don't!!! Don't!!!!! Stop tickling meee!!” she demanded, squealing and bouncing on his lap as he ran his fingers up and down her ribs like piano keys.
“Don't stop tickling you? Well, sugar... I don't plan on it!” laughed Earl as he savored the sound of her sweet giggles, not to mention the arousing grinding of her tight little body against his lap.
Another button popped open on her dark blue top, and her luscious breasts started visibly swaying underneath. Earl had a fantastic view of her jiggling boobs, and he suspected the boys were ready to see a little more as well. With one hand running up and down her sides, he skillfully opened the last three pesky buttons down to her navel, her breasts now threatening to spill out.
“Now if you keep wiggling like that, everyone's gonna see your naked titties! Better control your crazy shakin' around!” Earl teased her as he increased the ticklish probing of her soft, uncovered tummy.
Lexi couldn't help herself as she violently thrashed about on Earl's lap, and with every jerk from side to side, more and more of her swaying breasts became visible to everyone in the room, until finally her bare breasts were completely exposed. Earl pulled down her top from her twisting shoulders and tossed it across the table to Frank. It wasn't until the mischievous captor used the nimble tips of his fingers to caress the poor waitress' nipples did she realize she was half naked.
“Noo!!! Earl!!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!! Noooo not theheheheheherrre!!!” she screamed as his nipple torture relentlessly continued. Every time she lifted her arms to protect her violated breasts, he'd reach right back up to her armpits and she'd have to drop her arms to her sides again and let all of the men in the room gawk at her pretty bouncing boobs. She fought with all her might as his wondering fingers sought out and exploited every ticklish spot on her upper body, but he always returned to her cute pink nipples; forcing her to scream with laughter and beg for mercy.
Earl grabbed a piece of the ice from his glass and ran it cruelly all over her hardening nipples, allowing it to skim almost painfully down to her bare tummy. He even slipped the ice cube all around her open armpits and in between her ribs, eliciting shrieks and piercing screams mixed with laughter from the blonde beauty. He held the ice above her head and let the cold drips roll down her exposed breasts. Instinctively, she reached up with both of her hands to grab it from him, and he quickly let go of the ice and clutched both wrists above her head. With his free hand, he dug right underneath her round, goose bump covered breasts, forcing her to giggle and shake helplessly. He'd alternate wiggling his digits along her extended ribs and trace them along the outsides of her trembling tits. Her nipples shrank to hard, pink little pebbles that shook uncontrollably as he danced his fingers along her ticklish flesh, fluttering up and down her open armpits.
“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!! EEEEaarrrrrrlll!!!!! I Ca.... I CAN'T stand it!!! she managed to squeak out as she laughed wildly.
“Time to see how ticklish your bottom half is!” Big Earl announced as he abruptly lifted her legs up over her head, clutching a big arm under her knees to keep her legs trapped. Wolf whistles and cat calls ensued as her privates were visible to all from underneath the sheer pantyhose. She flailed her arms to try to get him to release her legs, but as soon as he started spider tickling the backs of her thighs, she was lost in a fit of giggles once again. The cheering spectators hooted and hollered as Earl tickled the hysterical waitress' curvy thighs. Lexi's hips were wiggling all over the robust trucker's lap as he scribbled his fingers down her sensitive legs, all the way down to her rounded, nylon covered ass. She was powerless as he maniacally scrambled his long, thick fingers all over her enticing cheeks.
“This is what happens to naughty waitresses who show up late and forget their undergarments!” huffed Chuck. Her boss crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, smiling ear to ear as the onslaught of tickling ensued. Haley and Julie looked on with open mouths and wide eyes, and started to get even more concerned for their own fates as the truckers who surrounded them began eyeing them up like cherry cobbler.
Lexi shuddered as she felt big Earl's exploring fingers descend between her legs. Her labia were extremely sensitive, and the panty hose enabled his fingernails to slide all around them proficiently. All she could do was whip her head back against Earl's shoulder and giggle uncontrollably as he pitilessly attacked the hairless outer lips of her sweet little ****. Lexi bucked so hard against his wiggling fingers that he had to call over two of his friends just to keep her from pulling her legs down.
The two men excitedly jumped up on the table and held Lexi's ankles high in the air and immediately started to unbuckle her shoes; effectively freeing Earl's hands to explore more of the bouncing blonde's ticklish body. Before she could even see what was happening, the old devil traced another ice cube along the curves of her rounded ass cheeks as he continued to rest one hand between her panty hose clad privates, repetitively tickling her pussy lips with his tireless fingers. Lexi wiggled and battled to suck in precious oxygen between forced bouts of howling laughter. Earl made circles with the ice cube until it melted all over her pink ass cheeks. Poor Lexi was beside herself from all of the torture, and renewed terror set in when the wily men restraining her ankles successfully removed her high heels and tossed them onto the floor.
“Earrrl!! Pleaaahehehehehese!!! Eeeeeenough ahahahahahahaha!!!” she tried to plea with her tormentors. She tried to pull her legs down, but the two strong truckers held both of her ankles tightly with a single arm while scratching savagely at her sensitive soles with their free hands.
Earl reached around with both big hands and explored along the thin nylon material along where the seam met her juicy ****. Earl ran his thick fingers quickly up and down each of her puffy lips; slipping them into the crevices of where her ticklish pussy met her legs, and he wiggled them there for a long time. All Lexi could do was laugh and beg them to show her mercy, which of course, fell on deaf ears, as they were having far too much fun to stop. Lexi was in ticklish hell, and the men ravaging her bare soles were only making it worse. Just when she thought she would faint from exhaustion, Earl knew when to reduce his ticklish assault before she could fall into unconsciousness. He spent the next half hour finding new tender spots; starting and stopping intermittently, leaving her cackling even harder than before.
Finally, it was time for Earl to turn the public show private. He nodded up to the men who'd assisted in detaining his lovely blonde hostage, who were clearly disappointed that their services were no longer needed. Earl stood and scooped Lexi up over his shoulder and lifted her skirt so that the whole restaurant full of horny men could get one more look at her exposed ass and twat as he walked towards the exit. The men all hooted and hollered and slapped her ass as he carried her by. Lexi was begging for him to put her down, but he'd hear none of it and continued strutting toward the door. Just before they left the diner, Lexi looked up to see the randy men surrounding Haley and Julie like a pack of hyenas. The horny truckers held them down on separate tables, and began enthusiastically tickling the poor giggling girls as they were being helplessly stripped naked.
Once he reached his Semi, Earl tossed Lexi in the cab and closed the door; locking it behind him so she couldn't get out. She quickly observed the little room and noticed bunk beds to her left. She darted over to the bunk beds and tried to climb to the top, where she figured she could more easily fend off his tickling fingers. She lifted her arms and grabbed ahold of the metal frame, trying to pull herself up. Earl smiled and pounced her from behind; tickling the vulnerable blonde girl's outstretched underarms mercilessly. She screamed laughter and nearly fell right there, but she still wouldn't let go of the metal bars of the top bunk. She tightened her grip as she remembered how horribly he tickled her in the diner. This of course left her naked torso vulnerable to the diabolical ticklish onslaught of her armpits and bouncing breasts.
She could barely hold on, but Lexi knew if she let go, she would never be able to fight him off of her. She would have to be Big Earl's play thing for the rest of the night. He sneakily unzipped her skirt with one hand while continuing the ticklish attack up and down her sides. In one swift movement, he pulled the last remaining article of clothing down the giggling girl's legs, save for her pantyhose. Lexi panicked and held onto the metal bar for dear life, while swinging her right foot up onto another bar to give herself leverage. Right before she found her footing to jump up onto the top mattress, Earl sped up his wiggling fingers along her sides and armpits, and noting her predicament, he slyly reached his other beefy hand around to flutter against her widespread ticklish pussy mound.
Suddenly, she felt the familiar spider tickles descend upon her nylon covered pussy lips again, and she went completely berserk! She immediately brought her leg back down in a sorry attempt to protect her insanely ticklish ****.
“Aaaaahahahahahaha!!!! NOT THERE!!!!!!!! Pleeaaaaasssse!!!! Ehehehehehehe!!!!!!!!!!! she begged.
“What's this? Ticklish little pussy, darlin? OH how unfortunate for you!! You just wait til I get you down from there... cootchie cootchie coo!!” Earl playfully teased as he raked his fingernails all over her nylon clad privates, and Lexi immediately lost herself in a fit of giggles and momentarily loosened her grip on the metal frame.
That was all he needed as he chuckled and pulled her convulsing body away from the bed frame. Earl tossed his ticklish victim face down onto the lower bunk bed and grabbed a nearby twine as he sat on the backs of her kicking legs, tickling her sides and making her squeal. Before she could get up again, he skillfully hog tied her, first binding her ankles together, and then tethering her flailing wrists behind her back. With a separate piece of rope, he attached the ends of her bound extremities and tied the end off to the metal frame above his head. This position caused her legs to splay open, and raised up her straining arms and ankles. Her body was essentially left immobile, and this unfortunate position also lifted her chest and knees slightly off of the lower mattress. Earl ran his hands all over her supple body, testing how well the ropes held her in place. A few minutes worth of tickling along her delicate sides proved impossible for her to break
free, but not from a lack of frenzied struggling. Earl grinned and scooted down towards the foot of the mattress, quietly removing his own clothes.
Lexi pulled against her restraints and rocked on the mattress, swearing under her breath and making half hearted threats. Within minutes, she felt Earl's hands gripping her ass, squeezing and massaging her ample cheeks. He fingered the thin, sheer material of her nylons where her crotch met her perky ass, and with minimal strength, Earl easily ripped the crotch of her pantyhose and peeled it open across her wiggling ass. She yelped as she felt her last tiny bit of protection tear open a window of unwanted access to her most private, sensitive areas.
After waiting a few minutes to build anticipation, he slowly traced a single thick finger down the center of her now completely accessible ass crack, forcing her to go rigid and squeak out a high pitched cry. He playfully swayed the dastardly finger left and right as he trailed up and down her sensitive crack, eliciting fits of giggles and screams from his bound victim. With the addition of a few more fingers, he frantically tickled the outsides of her bare labia with his sausage-like fingers. She pounded her head on the soft twin mattress and laughed hysterically as he relentlessly attacked her most ticklish area; her hairless ****.
Wiggling her ass as she did in a pathetic attempt at escaping the tickles prompted him to stroke his fat, erect cock with his free hand. She begged him to let her go in between gasps of air, and swore that she'd learned her lesson and would be the best waitress she could be from now on. He smiled at her desperate pleas, and instead brought down the head of his huge cock to glide across her now slick, wet lips.
“Ahhhhhahahahahahahahaha!!! Plleeeahehehehehese Biiiihihihig Eaaarl!!! Not that!!! Anyyythiiiihehehehennnng!!!!!” she begged as he slowly rubbed tip of his cock against her slippery labia.
Stunned, the older man stopped momentarily to let the waitress catch her breath. After mere seconds, he couldn't resist quickly flicking his cock head up and down her quivering slit once again, and sure enough, Lexi crazily tossed her head back and forth as high-pitched laughter erupted from the blonde waitress.
“You are the most ticklish little thing I've ever seen! This is what you get for tryin' to get away from me! Cootchie cootchie coo! Gonna tickle your little pussy with my big old penis! You know you're gonna get fucked, dont'cha? Laugh for me, little girl! Cootchie cootchie coo! I've got you all tied up with your pussy helplessly exposed, and you can't stop me!” Earl taunted.
Lexi was screaming laughter as his now drenched cock head slid ruthlessly up and down her slit and slippery ass crack. She tried to shake her ass from side to side to escape his horrid tickles, but he followed her every move with his long, hard dick; flicking it up and down and alternating side to side. Much to her dismay, Earl found her protruding clitoris and quickly ran his rigid cock back and forth across the sensitive little nubbin.
“Eeeeeeehehehehehehehe!!!!!!! Pleeeheheheaasee STAhahahahawwwp Eeearrrll!!!! Iiiiiitttt tickkkleeessss!!!!! AHAHahahahahaha!!!!!” was all the poor ticklish blonde could get out as his devious shaft took full advantage of her exposed clitoris.
“Nope. You're just gonna have to take it. I wonder how much more sensitive you'll be once I force you to cum! Ha ha ha.... your pussy is mine, little girl!” he teased the giggling young waitress.
“Ooohhohoho nOoooo!!!!! I..I c..cccouldn'tt bearrrr it!!! Ehehehehehehehehe!!!! she cried, now wishing more than ever that she could somehow close her legs to protect her ticklish privates.
“Ready or not, here comes the tickle monster for your pretty pussy! Gonna get your unprotected, ticklish clitty, too!” Earl teased and circled the head of his throbbing penis around the soaked entrance to her ****, causing her to giggle and scream even harder in anticipation of what was to come.
Her bucking hips made her creamy buns shake as he slid his thick meat between her inviting fleshy folds, not yet penetrating; just enjoying the feeling of her slippery wetness. Pinning her hips down to the mattress with his body weight, he pressed his hips against her cushy ass and waggled his fingers sporadically in and out of her exposed armpits. Lexi cackled and wiggled her hips in a useless endeavor to escape his invading cock. As promised, he reached around and maniacally tickled her engorged pink clitoris; sending jolts of electricity throughout her entire body and forcing her to screech with laughter. He kept flicking the fat tip against her wet entrance, every now and then pushing just the tip of the head in and pulling it back out. Earl enjoyed teasing the ticklish waitress, and with every direct jab and rub of his excited penis against her vulnerable snatch; he extracted pure screaming laughter from the beautiful blonde.
Earl chuckled and left his slippery cock head pressed snugly against the entrance of her love hole while tickling both of her upturned feet with all 10 of his fingers.. He raked his short, flat nails down her struggling soles, paying extra attention to the ticklish area right under her toes.
“Aaaeeeeeeee!!!!! Eeearrrrlll!!!! P...pppleeeeaaaaaaaaseee!!!!! EEEHEEEEEhehehehehehehehehe!!!!! she screeched; tears streaming down her cheeks.
The ornery trucker let her laugh for 10 straight minutes; ceaselessly tickling her feet before even acknowledging her anxious pleading. “What's the matter, doll? Ticklish tootsies? I'll bet you'd do anything to make me stop tickling your feet, wouldn't you?” he teased as he scribbled crazily all over her bare soles, his cock still jabbing at the entrance of her **** hole, keeping her aware of its presence with every wiggle of her hips.
“YES!!! Plleeeaaahahaahahaa!!” she erupted into a fit of laughter as he focused directly in the middle of her soft soles. No matter how she pulled and jerked around, the sensitive bottoms of her poor trapped feet were completely open to his ticklish assault.
“Then you're going to be a good girl and not struggle while I untie your ankles, isn't that right?” he asked playfully as he made quick circles around her heels.
“Hehehehehe!!! Y...... you're lehehehehetting me gg...ggoo?? she asked in disbelief, her entire body still tingling as he slowly dragged the pads of his fingers lightly down her soles.
“Do I have to ask again?” he threatened as he started to quickly graze across her plump little toes.
“Noo noooo!!! I... AAhhahahahahahaha!!!! I.... I'll bb....bb be goooood!!! Hehehehehe!!!” Lexi promised, fighting to catch her breath between giggles.
Earl loosened the tether that connected her ankles and wrists, but still left Lexi's hands bound behind her back. Before she could react, Big Earl flipped the surprised blonde onto her back and lifted her bound ankles back up towards the metal frame. He secured her right ankle to the post nearest the wall first, then he temporarily freed her left ankle only to quickly retie it to the opposite post; successfully spreading her legs widely apart and lifted upwards.
“What are you doooing!? I thought you were letting me go!!!” she cried.
“I never said that, darlin. I simply told you not to struggle as I untied your ankles.” he beamed down at her. She was a lovely sight. Her bound wrists behind her back forced her back to arch and accentuate her tits, and her shapely legs, lifted in the air and shackled by her ankles, made a perfect V and conveniently exposed her upturned ass and succulent pussy.
“Please untie me, Earl. I can't take it any more! You've been tickling me for HOURS! I PROMISE I'll be responsible and come to work early from now on!!” she vowed to her captor.
He pretended to listen to her, mockingly nodding repeatedly as he placed his hands on her ankles, then he slid them slowly down the backs of her legs. As his fingers headed closer to her round ass, her giggles started up again in earnest.
“Oh, don't tell me your cute little ass is ticklish too? How unfortunate!” he teased as he spider tickled five fingers on each ass cheek, getting closer and closer to her crack before tickling along her nylon covered bottom again. Every time she shook and bounced around, her titties jiggled much to Earl's delight. He kept tickling her ass with one hand while tearing her nylons just above her pussy mound.
“Oh, Lexi! What a beautiful pussy you have. How nice of you to have shaved it completely for me! But... what's this little...pink.. rosebud... between your legs? Looks like a little button. I wonder what happens when I press it.” he joked as he lightly traced his fingertip around her throbbing clitoris, sending the poor girl into hysterics.
“Hmm, seems to make you laugh when I touch it. That must mean you're happy! Wonder what happens when I do this.” he began as he laid on his stomach, his parted lips mere inches away from her trembling clitoris.
“OOOOOOOH NOOOOOOO!!!!! EARRRRLLLLL!!!!!!!! You're driving me CRAAAAZZZZZYYYY AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” screamed Lexi as the burly trucker took her bare clit into his mouth; his mustache madly tickling both sides of her labia as he suckled the hard little nubbin.
He changed his speed and pattern as he tickled her love button with his tongue; alternating fast, direct flicks in the center, then deliberate, drawn out circles around it. After countless minutes of exclusively manipulating her clitoris, Lexi noticed a warm feeling creeping up from deep within her loins. Her hips started suggestively rolling against his lapping tongue, in addition to hopelessly wiggling her ass side to side, trying in vain to detach her ticklish clit from his determined lips and tongue. Sensing she was nearing an orgasm, Earl redirected his erratically waggling tongue up along the length of each **** lip before sliding back down the opposite side. He darted the tip of his tongue into the entrance of her drenched love hole before zig zagging back up to her pulsing clitoris. Every time he'd reach her clit, she'd involuntarily throw her head back laughing, causing her jiggling breasts to shake like jello.
Earl brought both of his hands down around her ass cheeks, clutching them and pulling them apart with the heels of his hands as he feasted on her naked, captive pussy. With his thumbs, he tickled her ass crack and let his lingering fingers flick against her **** hole and labia, adding a hint of horny moaning to her bursts of giggles. Rotating her hips to avoid his eager tongue only aided in tickling her snatch by rubbing against his bushy mustache. Her head whipped from side to side as he scribbled his fingers up and down to tickle the sides of her hairless pussy; adding to the already mind numbing sensations of her ravaged, captured clit and squirming ass. She suddenly remembered what Earl had mentioned earlier about tickling her after she orgasmed, and she screamed and shook herself out of her lustful trance. Like a wild cat, she frantically pulled against her restraints to fight her urges to cum.
“Uh oh! Getting close, baby? Looks like the tickle monster wants to come back out and play! He's gonna get that little clitty of yours!” Earl chuckled as towered over her trapped body.
“Oh NOO! NO! Please!! Earrrrlll!!! Lexi begged as she closed her eyes tight, preparing for the worst as she felt him climb on top of her. Within seconds, she lost herself to her own giggles as she felt a hot tongue flick over her cherry nipples. Earl slowly licked around her areola, enjoying the sounds of her feminine giggles and protests as he kissed and licked around the squeezable flesh of her breasts. He took a nipple between his teeth and suckled it, letting the end of his tongue stab at it repeatedly. Lexi squirmed beneath him, reduced to high-pitched cackles as he aimed his hard cock right above her unsuspecting clitoris.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAhahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! PLLLeeeahehehehehese Nottt THATTTT!!! Don't make me cuuummm!!! Hehehehehehehehe!!!!” she screamed bloody murder as he slid his thick cock head across her ticklish clit.
With her legs up in the air, nothing could protect her vulnerable, ticklish nubbin as Earl stroked his fat dick all over it. After the unwanted but sensual tongue teasing of her privates, her clit was completely extended from it's protected hood and thus felt every bump and ridge as Earl's cock relentlessly tickled and tortured its tiny prisoner. Earl smiled as he took her other nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth gingerly along the pink flesh as he flicked his dick rapidly against her sensitive clit, pushing her to the verge of orgasm.
“Nnnooooo.... I....c...cann't cummm....” she said to herself.
As if Earl could read her mind, he snickered and positioned the bottom of his veiny, hard shaft against her clitoris and wet slit, while poising his hand just above her outer labia. He ground and wiggled his hips against her clit while fluttering his fingers all over her wet **** lips, all the while never ceasing the nipple sucking. He'd alternate speed and direction as his cock slipped and slid against her clit, shaking his hips and rocking her to the core. After mere minutes of the excruciating sensations of her stimulated clit and tickled pussy lips, she felt the familiar warm feeling rising deep within her loins. When he scrambled his fingers down her ass crack and back to her outer pussy again, she couldn't help submitting to the delicious throws of orgasm completely overtaking her body. Her legs started shaking violently as he traced a finger around her asshole; his slithering cock gliding over her engorged, helpless clitoris.
“Oh!! Godddd!!!! Pllleeeeeaaasseee!!! I ca....I cannn'ttt!!!” Lexi started screaming from the overpowering feeling over taking her as her head pushed back against the mattress.
At the start of certain climax, Earl thrust his thick cock deep inside of her more than ready **** hole, sliding all the way in and out of her delicious wetness. The feeling of her G spot being stroked and caressed by his penetrating cock pushed her over the edge. The fire deep inside of her exploded as the walls of her **** throbbed and clenched down onto his pumping cock. Lexi was flopping on the bed like a fish out of water as Earl's tongue rolled around her erect nipples; his penis continually fucking her drenched ****.
“Ohhh.... Oh God Earrrrlll PLEASE!!! I'm too sensitive!! Pleeeeaaaaahehehehese!!! Lexi screamed when she felt his fingers running savagely over her ribs and sides..
“Hehehehehehehehehe!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Aaaahahahahahahahaha!!!! she shook her head left and right as he tortured her hyper sensitive under arms, wiggling them up and down her sides along her plush bouncing breasts.
He kept his hard cock rolling around inside of her hot wetness, the fat tip tickling her still throbbing G spot as she shook with laughter. The feelings of her hips gyrating against his erection were far too deliciously sinful to describe. He loved the sound of her squeals and futile protests as his hairy balls slapped against her swaying, rounded ass. Every time she pressed her hips down into the mattress in a useless attempt to pull his cock out of her, he'd easily reach down and rapidly wiggle his finger over her slick, ticklish asshole; causing her to push right back against him in ticklish agony. With one hand occupying Lexi's damnably tickly perineum and asshole, and the other scuttling up and down her torso, the overwhelming feeling of his cock impaling her sopping wet **** brought him to the edge at last. Scrambling all of his fingers down on the ticklish blonde's tummy, her responsive shaking and peals of laughter were all it took to force his
big balls to explode. With a rumbling groan, his cock spasmed; shooting his pent up load deep inside of her conquered ****.
Both of them panting heavily, Earl collapsed his body weight on top of Lexi; his cock still buried deep inside of the poor, exhausted waitress. She could feel his penis still flexing inside of her. After a few minutes, Earl reached up and untied Lexi's ankles, then he rolled her onto her side to free her wrists. Her tired legs and arms were too sore to move, and she was as limp as a rag doll as he rolled her on top of him, replacing his semi hard cock inside of her. She was far too weak to protest, and giggled softly as the ornery older man lightly ran his fingers up and down her back, enjoying the feeling of her naked tits smashing against his furry chest.
“So it looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other.” said Big Earl, delighted. “I've decide the time has finally come to retire the old rig and set up a permanent residence nearby.” Lexi's eyes shot wide open as she speechlessly stared at the burly man in disbelief. He enjoyed her terror-stricken reaction and continued informing her of his plan.
“Chuck mentioned how he could use a manager to watch over the diner so he can take some much needed vacation time. Who knows how long he'll be gone...” he winked at the petrified waitress and pulled her naked body tightly against his. Lexi bit her trembling lip as she envisioned the future late nights of ticklish torture she'd have to endure with Big Earl as her boss.
----------------------------------------------------
“Anticipation” by Suikoden
She struggled on the bed. At least she thought it was a bed. Well it was padded and she was lying down on her back so it must be a bed. In truth, defining the furniture was the least of her worries.
“What the hell is this?” She said angrily. She was no shrinking violet, she was struggling hard. The leather straps binding her creaked slightly but there was no danger of them breaking.
She cursed at him. There was rage in her voice, righteous rage but there was a tinge of fear masked behind it.
He watched her unblinkingly, pale eyes framed under pronounced brows, bordered by long, straight, dark hair. His body was totally immobile. You had to look closely to see that he was still breathing.
“Answer me!” She growled, eyes blazing. “Answer me you sick fuck! Do you get off on this?”
She couldn’t move her head that far as a white leather collar was buckled around her neck and attached to the bed by an iron ring.
Similar straps were fastened just above her elbows and at her wrists, over her thighs and just below her knees and at her ankles.
She was spread-eagled but she was still dressed so that was something.
He contemplated one of his hands, turning it back and forth. He admired the shape and length of his fingers, the smoothness of his skin, the sensitivity of his touch. These were his instruments.
“Don’t you dare ignore me you sonofabitch!” Her hands balled into fists, knuckles white as she heaved at her restraints. “Who are you, what do you want?”
He cleared his throat. “The question you should be considering is who are you and what do you want?”
She paused.
“Huh?”
He stepped out of the shadows and she got a clearer look at him. Tall, rangy, long hair. He wasn’t exactly handsome but there was something compelling about his aquiline features. He wore a dark suit and shirt with a blood red tie.
She snorted derisively. Prick probably read Anne Rice novels and thought he was a vampire.
“Who are you, Kimberly?” He asked. “Who are you really?”
He knew her name. She guessed she shouldn’t have been too surprised about that.
“Well let’s see, I’m the girl who’s gonna throw you a beating when I get out of here. I saw your hands. I bet you’ve never done a day’s real work in your life.”
Something approximating a smile played briefly across his lips. “Well there’s work and then there’s work, honey.” He murmured.
“So what is this? Huh, you gonna fuck me, rape me? Can’t get it up normally so you have to resort to this?” Her heart was going nineteen to the dozen but she was determined not to let this bastard see she was rattled.
He raised an eyebrow. “Hardly. I find the idea both repellent and repugnant.” He examined his hands again, frowned and attended to a ragged cuticle.
“So what then? You hope I’ll fall in love with you, marry you, is that it? I bet you go sniffing around my laundry looking for underwear don’t you, you sick bastard.” She just wanted to know what she was here for. She wanted to give it a name. She had to.
“Who are you?” He asked again. He placed his hands behind his back and looked directly into his eyes. They bored into her. She wanted to look away but didn’t dare.
“Why do you keep asking that?”
“You think you are one of the boys. I’ve seen you at work and after work. Cracking jokes with them, shooting pool, opening beer bottles with your belt buckle. Let me guess, Daddy wanted a boy and got a girl so he raised a little tomboy. Hmmm?”
“Fuck you.” She murmured.
“Ah,” he breathed. “Touch a nerve there?”
He sat next her on the bed, the springs creaked ever so slightly. She flinched and was instantly annoyed at herself.
“I want to dig deeper, I want to go beyond that and find out who you really are. I want the truth at the core of the woman you are. I am going to do that by tickling you.”
She was incredulous. “Tickle me? are you fucking kidding me?” She let her head fall back on the bed and relaxed slightly. “Buddy, seek professional help! Tickle me, jeez.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“Oh? You think that’s funny?”
“Well for starters I’m not ticklish so your little coochie-koo game just hit the skids.
“Good, that’s very good.” He murmured.
He reached up to smooth a lock of dark hair from her face. She tried to jerk her head away but the leather collar arrested her movement, reminding her she was at his mercy.
“You see, I don’t want you to laugh. I am going to tickle you long and hard but I don’t want you to laugh. As you are not ticklish, that should be easy, mmm?”
She looked back at him, raw hatred in her eyes. “Let. Me. Go.”
“The reason I don’t want you to laugh is because that is exactly what I want. So you have to resist. Understand. You are quite the little firebrand and I would expect you to deny me my spoils. I want you to fight me. It’s no fun otherwise.”
He looked her over and was pleased with what he saw. She had wavy dark hair to her shoulders, fair skin, brown eyes and a determined jaw. She was athletic and wore a blue flannel shirt and faded jeans. He had removed her sneakers but left her white terrycloth socks on for the moment.
“Let me ask you, have you ever been ticklish?” He asked.
“Fuck you.”
“Ever been held down when you were a kid and tickled by mean cousins or older siblings? Perhaps in college, some guy trying to get to second base decided to clumsily initiate his drunken fumblings with a little tickling? No? Nothing like that?”
“Fuck. You.”
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I was really hoping you would turn out to be more of a conversationalist. Ah well.”
He stared deep into her eyes for long seconds and then gave a small nod as if somehow she had unwittingly transmitted the information he needed.
“I think I’ll start with your upper body.”
“What, hey now don’t you fucking dare!” She blurted out.
He nonchalantly began to unbutton her flannel shirt, his fingernails clicking against the plastic buttons as he pulled each of them apart.
“Oh shit,” she muttered to herself.
He smiled to himself as he parted her shirt, exposing her slowly. It wasn’t tucked into her jeans so when he had finished with the buttons he just flipped the sides apart and bared her torso to his appreciative gaze.
She felt her cheeks blaze. The cool air on her body made her skin tingle.
“Pervert.” She muttered under her breath.
He was well pleased. She had a nicely toned body, slender but not skinny. A deep navel begged closer inspection, perky breasts nestled snugly in a black bra. There was small beauty spot on her lower ribs and the Japanese kanji for “indomitable” above her left hip. It wasn’t the best tattoo work he had seen but it wasn’t bad either.
“Well well, you are rather delicious.” He breathed. He pushed her shirt off her shoulders and bared her smooth armpits.
“fuckfuckfuck…” She whispered through gritted teeth. The rising and falling of her chest betrayed her anxiety.
“Are you sure you aren’t ticklish, Kimberly?”
She turned away and ignored him.
“You see, every little quiver of your muscles tells me a story. It tells me how sensitive you are.”
“Fuck off,” she hissed. She still didn’t look at him.
“I can see the tension in your shoulders. You are desperate to pull your arms down to your sides to protect those delicate underarms. I bet they are beautifully sensitive. You want to hug your arms around yourself to hide your waist and your belly from me. You want to cover your breasts and your ribs, don’t you?”
“Just get on with it you sick fuck. You won’t get any pleasure out of me.” She said defiantly.
He waggled a finger at her. “On the contrary, I believe you will prove to be a most enjoyable diversion.”
He surprised her then by leaping onto the bed and straddling her thighs. She muffled a little gasp. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and loosened his tie.
“We both know you are lying. We both know you are ticklish.”
“Go to hell.”
He pressed down on her upper arms with his bodyweight and grinned.
“Only if you come with me.”
Kimberly tried to buck him off, much to his amusement.
“Sorry, honey. I’m not planning on going anywhere and you certainly aren’t.”
“Why are you doing this?” She begged plaintively. A chink appeared in her armour.”
He relished this. It tasted like fine wine, a full-bodied Zinfandel. He tightened his thighs against her hips.
“You’re getting skittish aren’t you? You are thinking about how you can’t move your arms, how your body is at my mercy.” He looked down at her heaving torso. “I would wager that even now you can feel the ghostly suggestions of tickling to come on your skin. Fingertips circling gently in your underarms, squeezing your sides, tracing patterns on your belly.”
Kimberly squirmed. How the fuck was he doing this? She tried to block out his voice.
“Keep struggling honey, it won’t help. Is your belly button sensitive? Will you explode if I put my fingertip in it and wiggle it around? How about my tongue? If I push my fingers into the front pockets of your jeans and probe at your hips do you think you will be able to keep it together? Say what you want. Your body doesn’t lie.”
She screwed her eyes shut, willing him to go away. “Omigodomigodomigod…imnotticklish..imnotticklish…imnotticklish…”
He ignored her futile mantra as his excitement rose. “You’re going to be sensational. I’m not even sure I’ll ever be able to let you go. I am going to enjoy stroking my fingers slowly up and down your back, teasing your earlobes and your neck. I bet even now you can feel your nerve endings coming alert with trepidation.
“Leave me alone,” she blurted. “This isn’t fair.” He was right, he hadn’t even touched her yet but the thought of his fingers having free rein over her body was excruciating. She tensed the muscles of her belly. Perhaps if she did that it wouldn’t tickle. But what about her underarms? Fuckfuckfuck…
He took hold of her chin and turned her face towards him. “Open your eyes and look at me, Kimberly.” He ordered. “Look at me.”
Kimberly found herself doing as she was told.
Her tormentor smiled, pursing his lips. He held his hands up like a surgeon who had just scrubbed for the OR. He looked at one and and then the other. “I am going to paint my masterpiece with these and you are going to be my canvas.”
Kimberly shook her head in denial.
He stretched his fingers back and forth and gave them an exploratory wiggle.
“I am sure I don’t need to tell you this but you are going to get the tickling of your life.”
Kimberly was breathing so hard she thought she might pass out. She wasn’t ticklish. There was nothing to worry about. She wasn’t ticklish. She wasn’t ticklish. Yes she was! She was so fucking ticklish! She was so fucking ticklish it wasn’t even funny. Every inch of her body was on fire. She felt electrified with ticklishness.
How the fuck had he done this to her? He hadn’t even touched her yet. She was shaking like a leaf. A nervous giggle tinged with mild hysteria escaped unbidden from her throat.
A beatific smile played across his lips and his eyelids shuddered in something like ecstasy.
Kimberly pressed herself as far into the bed as she could as the long elegant digits descended languidly towards her defenceless midriff. They wiggled this way and that like the exploratory feelers of a predatory sea creature.
“No, wait!” She cried out urgently.
She knew it was futile though as she watched the fingers come close….closer….closer.
She tensed her muscles. She closed her eyes. She bit her lip.
None of it helped.
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"The Book of LOL (The Next Weeks)" By Jesus Christ
“Where is the board game,” Izmaal hissed as he paced back and forth before Dee who sat in a large chair, her arms tied to the chair’s and her legs propped up on the desk and bound at the heels.
The room was on the corner of a large apartment building, a single window which spanned at least ten feet from one end to the other, stretched across the wall in a huge semicircle. Behind the desk, in the light of the cloudy day, Izmaal moved back and forth with the silence and perfection of a noble ghost.
“I ask again,” the masked interrogator said, “where is the board game.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She replied as she breathed evenly, attempting to prevent a shiver of terror. She had seen the damage that the Titilare could inflict, and she knew that all that she had been given, even in that small kiss, was less than an infinitessimal amount of a percentage of their true power.
“My dear Diana,” Izmaal purred as he stopped in the middle of the window, facing Dee’s large feet, “I know you played the game. I know you read the card, it will be better for you to reveal the whereabouts of this game.”
“Why do you want it so badly?”
“Does that question implythat you have the game?”
“I already told you I don’t!”
Izmaal sat down before her. “Then my dear, it appears I will have to draw it out of you by force.” Izmaal drew his hand in a curving line for about five inches on the table. His finger’s wake left an apparent burn mark there. He did the same near the first mark. After a moment, the marks grew small legs, lifted from the table surface, and began advancing toward Dee’s feet.
Dee watched the creatures, which turned out to be millipedes making a slow, purposeful advance toward her. Her eyes were wide with terror, she didn’t know whether she’d feel pain or sheer titillation. “Craaaap….”
“Tell me where the game is.”
“I don’t know…” She said as the millipedes gained an inch closer.
“You played it.”
“But the game isn’t with me!” The bugs were five inches away.
“But, you read the card.”
Although Dee knew Kea had read the card, she wasn’t about to let the Titilare know that. “Just because I read a card doesn’t mean I know the whereabouts of the whole game itself.” Four inches to go. Dee’s toes curled in terrific anticipation and her feet began sweating, adding an extra lustre to her already shining soles.
“Time tickles down slowly my dear,” Izmaal teased, using a pun on the terrible sensation which he knew she’d soon experience. “Tell me where I can find it.”
Three inches. Dee whimpered, she wished suddenly that she weren’t so sadistic toward her cousin Ajani, perhaps if she weren’t so villainous to her, she might not be in the situation that she was about to be thrust into currently. “I don’t know where you can find it. I’m just a player.”
“You know where to get it from,”
“I know where to get a lot of stuff.” Two inches. “Damn, damn, DAMN!!” She looked to the dark ceiling, and remembered that the only true light in the room was the light from the window.
“Where did you buy it from,” Izmaal looked her in the eyes. His were dark, oily orbs in his head, that did not show any humanity behind the golden mask.
The millipedes began to speed up. She could feel their stubby antennae softly cruising along her soles; she jerked back, and forth slightly, tears began forming in her eyes. “Please Izmaal,” she whimpered, “I don’t know anything.”
If she could see his mouth, he might have smiled sociopathically. “Then you can play with my pets until you learn.” The millipedes began to crawl along her soles, using the infinite number of wrinkles as footholds as they danced on a sole that moved with the ferocity of a starved mad dog massacring a stuffed bunny dipped in meat sauce.
Dee threw her head back, her eyes shut tightly and her mouth stretched open as her final plea for freedom was uttered in a wail that was filled with a terror of the knowledge that she was bound in a chair that was stuck between a rock and a hard place, with the addition of an even more ticklish situation unfurling underfoot.
“HELP MEHEHAHAHAAA!” Ajani’s screams filled the dimly lit room as she waved her arms in futile attempts to block the misty arms and hands that crawled all over her body. She thrust her hand out before her to push away a face that sailed toward her. As she did so, a misty hand screwed itself up her sleeve and embedded itself in her left armpit hollow.
“NAAAHAHAHAA…STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!”
She fell back to the wall, giggling like a patient in a madhouse as she tried to dig it out to no avail. The feathery fingers of her assailant marched in place like a soldier, caressing the warm moist earth that was her sensitive flesh under the heavy boots that were its fingertips. As she laughed and screamed, she felt another hand crawling through her pant leg. As it reached her knee, Ajani lost balance and tumbled to the floor, her eyes wide and her white teeth glistening in the dim light.
“Where is the other that was with you?” The smooth voice asked as if nothing were even going on.
“OH PLEEHEEHEEASE…” Ajani screamed as another misty hand danced along her left breast, she managed to grab hold of it and toss it to the air, it fell back to her and dug into her belly, she curled into what could have been a ball and tumbledo n her side. “WHY DON’T YOU HELP MEEHAHAHAAA!?”
“I am here to get answers, your interrogation will be complete when I learn what I came for.”
“I’LL TELL YOU ANAAAHAHAAAHAHAAA!!!”
“Anything? Is that what you said?”
“ANYTHING YOU WANNA KNOHOOHOO!!”
“I don’t want to know anything, I want to know only one thing.” From the shadows of the dimly lit room, a slender man with pale brown skin emerged. His hands were cased in silver and he wore a similar cloak to the other inquisitors. His sharp nose turned downward at the vulnerable young woman who screamed as two more misty hands danced along her breasts.
“I DON’T KNOHOHOW…IDON’TKNAAAHAHAHAAAA!!” A hand popped off one of her shoes and dug into her socked foot. Another hand tore off her remaining shoe and its sock and dug into her bare foot.
The man knelt low, his eyes almost staring into her own. They were dead, but angry, like a man who had been murdered, or executed for a crime he didn’t commit, if there is even a difference. “I give you one more chance Miss Ajani…Where is your sister?”
Kea slid down the side of a ravine and dashed through the forest of Rock Creek Park. The forest was alive with screams of people who had come the same way, fearing the sudden plague which had come in the form of beasts who could bring the dead to rise from the earth, or to cut down an obstacle with a flick of their own wrists. From what she had seen since the past two weeks had inched slowly by, there were three types of these beasts which had come to the earth.
The first called themselves Gargali, they were the most brutal, they dragged people along the ground, ripping heir clothes from their bodies, and tickled people until they crapped their pants. They had no care for gentleness or chivalry, and often fought with each other over the more ticklish captives. They were outwardly arrogant, and sadistic, and more people feared them than the other two invading forces.
The black wings of the beasts who had come from the clouds beat against the air above, whistling madly and interwinding its sound with the sound of the helpless laughter of three men who dangled form the grips of the monsters as they scribbled their devilish fingers along their desperately thrashing soles. Kea watched them as they passed through the break in the trees overhead.
The second force called themselves Knismon. They were more gentle than the Gargali who were obviously their cousins. The knismon could seduce a man or woman into bed with them, and gently stroke, lick and probe their victim into insanity. And the Knismon were so good at their strategies that their prey often willingly submitted to the wills of their coaxing invaders. Some men even fell in love with the Knismon women, and some women fell under the spell of the men.
The Knismon appeared gracious, even benignant, but Kea feared them most of all, because unlike their cousins, who were brutally honest to their desires, the knismon were more deceitful and trapped their prey the way Ajani used to trap chess players when she played a game on Florida Avenue.
A large couple who looked to be husband and wife, tumbled down the side of the ravine, they were covered in those dark fuzzy creatures that had attacked Ajani. The two people were cackling like witches that had too much laughing gas. They struggled to extricate themselves from the situation, but they were too weak to handle the onslaught of the devious creatures. Kea watched them fall, roll to a stop in a large puddle, and splash and beg for help. It broke Kea’s heart to deny them, but she knew she might not survive herself if she stopped to help them. She forced herself on.
The third invading force, which Kea saw firsthand was the Titlare. These, she discovered, were feared by both the Gargali and the Knismon. These dark cloaked, clever minded, quasivirtuous and determined individuals took few people prisoner, and of those which they did, Kea found that they either were never seen again, or their fully clothed skeleton, including their hair, was found in the room where they had their encounter.
Kea knew very little about the third group, they seemed to be almost observers of the scene. Walking slowly, like monks in meditative thought, heads bowed, hands folded at their chests, all at peace while all around them the dams that bound Hell broke down. She could only hope that her sister and her cousin were still alive. She couldn’t stand the thought of them being reduced to skeletons with hair, lain out on some floor, undignified, though in death what dignity there was Kea couldn’t see.
But what she really wondered about were the fourth invading force, which had not yet reared its head. The Hysterim. She had heard the name over a hundred times in the past two weeks, yet, she had never seen or heard them. She had a clue that they were not well liked, the Gargali and Knismon often said their name in their own language while they conversed. They must have been good, or at least benign to some extent. The visitor, Laphar, had said that they should be found before the Gargali or the Knismon find them. Either of those two, would never let them go.
And who was Laphar? Was he Gargali or Knismon? He looked like a violent beast, but Kea remembered having a very good feeling throughout the five minute session where he played with her belly like a concert pianist.
What would Dee say? She wondered as she found a street where a car had been abandoned. She found the keys in the ignition, she thanked her lucky stars and jumped in. She placed the board game on the seat next to her and turned the vehicle on.
Two women hung from the jungle gym in the middle of the playground. One wore a gray t-shirt, and cut up blue jeans, her bare feet reached down to the sandals below, but couldn’t quite get them. Her skin was a yellowish brown and her black hair was worked over to the point that it was lifelessly straight. Her name was L’Vedah.
Beside L’Vedah, was a woman somewhat taller than her, she wore a black belly shirt, though she had no belly. Only a slender tummy which was more suited to the shirts which had such a deceptive name. Her sweatpants were gray, and her sneakers hung below her feet. Her orange-brown skin accentuated her full lips which were lacquered in black lipstick. Her name was Tiffany.
They both hung from the Jungle Gym because they wished to please their friend, Malaazi. He had met them on the street, spoken with them, and told them what he wanted to do. He didn’t want to force them, and they knew they couldn’t out run him. He took down the beast that had come after them initially.
“Are you ready ladies?” Malaazi’s voice sailed along the air.
“Sure, whatever.” They both replied with smiles.
Malaazi walked from behind a tree. He was tall, slender, dark, and wore a black suit that fit him far better than the suits on Armani commercials. He wore a purple shirt that shined slightly and a black tie. He looked at them with half lidded eyes and a sly smile filled with extraordinarily white teeth. His long well made shoes, and everything else for that matter, spoke of wealth. Even the neatly done micro cornrows that were so long that they were braided down his back had to be done by someone who was paid a lot of money.
“Then, let us begin.” He placed his hands gently on Tiffany’s torso and felt it up and down. She smiled and glanced at L’Vedah as she sniggered a bit from his gentle touch. He looked at her smile for a moment and went back to work. He kneaded her sides and found that Tiffany’s obliques were very sensitive to a gentle touch.
“Tell me my dear, do you like it when I do this?” He pressed his fingers into her obliques. Tiffany tensed up and belted out a great cackle. “I take it that you do. What about if I did this?” He pressed his mouth to her navel, an outtie, and blew on it.
“WOOOOHOO!” Tiffany squealed as she swung her legs around. She lost her grip on the bars when Malaazi’s tongue swept along her navel. “HAAAAA…Heheahahaaa…”
“I’m WAY more ticklish than her Malaazi.” L’Vedah said as she fell from the monkey bars. Malaazi invited her to lie beside her friend. He knelt before the two women, smiled, and began dancing his fingers along their bellies. Before long, the two women were a cackling mess. They never asked him to stop, they never even tried to roll away. It was the seduction of Knismon.
It wasn’t just the Gargal, the Knismon, or the Titilare that had come from the cloud. There were other creatures as well. For instance, there was a large pink furry spider with eight human eyes that blinked in unison. It’s legs were human arms, and its feet were gloved hands. They had taken shelter in the tunnels of train systems and malls. Pentagon City Mall was besieged by them, and had been quarantined by the nearby Pentagon. Inside, hundreds of people laughed with reckless abandon as the forty fingers of each beast held them rapt with terrified, forced mitrth.
The Blue Line to Franconia Springfield had become jammed with trains that crashed into each other, or were stuck by the huge pink beasts. Operators were trapped in their compartments as they were besieged by the pestering creatures. Above ground metro stations had become feeding frenzies for The Gargali who sailed over stations like, Arlington Cemetery, Rhode Island Avenue-Brentwood, Greenbelt and Naylor Road. They would fall down, pick up a random woman or man and bring them into the air and disappear over the horizon, their prey struggling to release themselves, even at the cost of death by plummet.
“I will ask you again, Diana,” said Izmaal as he rested his head on Dee’s shoulder, “where is the game board?”
“I…I don’t know…” she whimpered. “GAAAHAHAHAAA!!!” She roared as Izmaal’s fingers dug in her sides. She rocked the chair in an attempt to retreat from her attacker.
Ajani lay on the floor of the dungeon, her legs raised to the ceiling by two silver monkeys that hung in the rafters. They held her ankles, her feet mere inches away from their wiggling fingers. Ajani’s eyes were bugging out of her head with terrific anticipation of what was to come.
“PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!” She begged, even though the monkey’s refused to let up. They seemed to enjoy making her squirm from fear instead of actually touching. Dread at times proved to be an even more unbearable torture than the most painful nail peeling, or the sensation of a needle piercing the lens of one’s eyeball.
“Ajani, Ajani, Ajani…” the interrogator cooed, “such a lovely name, and yet, such an ignorant brain.” He began to make his way across the room. Ajani reached out to him and grabbed his ankle in desperation.
“Please,” she begged, “don’t leave me with these things!” Her eyes were like saucers and her voice trembled with horror.
“What reason do I have to not allow my colleagues to work you over from the bottoms of your delicate yet oh so complex feet, to the tips of every strand of your hair?”
“Please…it’s inhuman!”
“I am not a human.” He pulled his ankle free and stepped away from Ajani’s thrashing hand. “I’m not bound by human laws of morality.”
One of the monkeys planted a kiss on Ajani’s bare foot. “EEEK!! PLEASE! HAVE SOME MERCY ON ME!”
“I’m not your savior, woman,” He turned the handle on the door and it. “I’m quite dumbfounded as to why some of the bastardizing creatures on this planet are so in love with your kind. You’re so stupid, your race, as a whole. I can’t see the appeal of such unenlightened creatures.” He closed the door as he left.
“Oh god…” Ajani looked up at the monkeys who smiled knowingly at her.
“How do you know?” asked one.
“Huh?” Ajani had not expected the monkeys to talk.
“How do you know that God will save you?”
“He always comes through.”
“How do you know it’s a He?”
“I just know…”
The monkey peeled back Ajani’s sock, her moist bare foot cooledi n the dark dungeon air.
“He could be a She.”
“M-m-maybe…” She stuttered as she eyed the furry silver finger as it dangled lazily above the many uncountable wrinkles on her sole.
“But, how do you know this isn’t God’s will?”
“God wouldn’t do this…”
“Well that’s bold of you.” Interjected the other monkey. “Assuming what God would do and what not.”
“Please don’t tickle me.” Ajani stated as she realize she possibly pissed off the monkeys.
“Oh’ we’re not going to acquiesce to that desire.” They said in unison as they dangled their fingers so the soles of Ajani’s feet met the dreadful scrape of their soft fur. She gritted her teeth as their penduline strokes came closer and quicker.
“HELP! HELP! DON’T LEAVE ME IN HERE WITH THESE THINGS! PLEASE SOMEONE HEELLLP!!!” Her voice echoed through the halls, and no one said a word, they went about their business, except for the interrogator, who smiling, lit a cigarette.
“Laphar…” Yazabil whispered as she nibbled on his ear. The dark beings sat on a stairway at a part of the old castle that had fallen into the sea. The stairway went down twenty more feet and then ended abruptly where the rest of it had descended into the ocean. His elbows were on his knees, and his chin rested on his hands which were folded into one fist. “Laphar…”
“Yes my love?”
“Do you have a plan of action?”
“If our enemies come here?”
“Of course.”
“Do you?”
“I am always prepared.” She whispered, “I have a thousand and one plans of escape.
“So did the fox.”
“What?” She loosened her grip.
“There was a fox and a rabbit.” Laphar whispered, still staring out at the sea. “The fox and rabbit always sat in this little clearing that was flanked by woods and shrubs. The rabbit asked the fox what it would do if it had to run if a hunter came by. The fox said that it had a thousand plans of escape, and couldn’t be caught by a mere hunter. The rabbit said it only had one.” He paused and watched the rolling waves crashing against the cliffs in the distance. The foam rose and fell, spraying all in its path with its whitish material.
“What happened?”
“The fox laughed and made the rabbit feel foolish for having only one means of escape and even counseled him on other methods. Another day, the two were in the clearing, and enjoying their time. That day, a hunter came. The rabbit disappeared through it’s sole means of escape. The fox couldn’t decide on which route to use.” Laphar turned to Yazabil, “Can you guess who ended up on a dinner plate?”
She smiled, her teeth glistening in the sunlight, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, the other thousand are just fail safes.” She watched Laphar nod. “And besides, the fox only had a thousand.”
Laphar rose to his feet and began to walk down the stairway, Yazabil walked with him, holding his hand in her own. They stopped at thelast step and stood there, inhaling the salty air, listening to the tide crash against the cliff below. One day, they knew, this whole castle would fall into the sea, and they with it. Their ancestors, their history, their life, their love. It would all be claimed by the ocean. They figured they might as well get acquainted with it.
They and all the other beings in the world could feel that the end was near, and it wasn’t a madman’s cry to the heavens; it was a message, whose evidence was so clear, so certain, that it could be felt in the bones of even the smallest creature and was expressed by even the mightiest wave.
The ocean knew for certain, that there would be an end, and that all would be reclaimed by it in time, and that the cycle would begin again. The patient, sometimes tempestuous sea would give life back to the world, and revoke it at her own will. But her will was delegated by something more, and that something, even the ocean didn’t know. She could only talk of her own plans; and those plans themselves were frightening in themselves. Yazabil and Laphar dreaded what force would command the will of the sea, because that force was the one which gave the go ahead for the clock to tick down to reclamation.
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"Mind Fuck" by CrystalLight
I met this guy last night.
It wasn't intentional. I was at the book-store surreptitiously (or so I thought) looking for the right fuck-fiction novel that keys to my individual .. interests. Of course there isn't going to be anything directly tickling related, but I was hoping for something bondage-y enough that I could just incorporate the rest into my fantasy.
I had found something along the lines of it and was reaching for it when he stuck his hand out and grabbed it. I whirled around, pretty fucking pissed that this asshole creeped up and is attempting to make off with my wank material. I glared at him as he stood there, seemingly studying me as he tapped his fingers along the cover of the book, a bemused expression on his face.
He had deep blue eyes which I worked to focus on as the way he moved his hands across the book caused things to stir within me that I felt he had no fucking need to cause. I really wasn't in the mood. I was tired and sexually frustrated, I just wanted to go home, read the book and get my rocks off.
"Are you going to buy the book or feel it up?" I asked, exasperated that the expression on his face had hardly changed. However, after I questioned him, his mouth raised in a slow smile. I shivered and stuffed my hands in my pockets to keep myself from reaching out and grabbing him.
"What does it matter? Perhaps I'm just being patient." He turned the book over in his hands and cocked his head to the side, almost as if he was encouraging me to beat his reply.
Something weird was going on. I was drawn to this man in a way I've never experienced before. And the fucked up thing about it is I felt like I've interacted with him before. The energy and stuff, you know?
He was a little taller then I was. I think if I stepped on my tippy toes I could match his height. He had a full head of brown hair and those eyes. Blue. Deep. Almost probing. I shivered again and focused on formulating a cunning reply guaranteed to make him give me the book back.
"Yeah. Well I wanted that book."
Brilliant.
He tucked the book under his arm and leaned against the pole behind him, clearly enjoying the exchange. I shifted from one leg to the other, my impatience rising as I felt another wave of familiarity crash into me.
"Hmm. Are you sure it's the book you want? I have a feeling that it might be missing something that you're really looking for."
I blinked quickly and brushed my hands through my hair, bringing it around my face to hopefully cover the blush I felt covering my cheeks. I think I knew this man and I think I was attracted to him. I also knew that I hated him. Hated him for making me falter like that.
Fuck him.
"You know what? Keep the fucking book. I really don't care. And as for what you are feeling? I don't really care about that either. So keep your arm-chair psychosis' to yourself, guy."
Satisfied with my reply I spun on my heel and began to walk away. I was about half-way through the store when I felt a hand grip my arm tightly and begin yoking me back into a darkened corner of the store, trapping my back against a shelf as his front pressed into mine.
I opened my mouth to scream and he slapped his hand over it, causing only muffled yelps to push through. I worked to push off of him but he was strong and only pushed his hips against me more whenever I thought I had gained enough leverage. My heart was in my chest, but I couldn't escape the building heat beginning to nestle and spread within me. I was excited by this man and he knew it.
"I know exactly what you want." He whispered, his mouth pressed against my ear. His other hand toyed with the edges of my t-shirt, lifting it and dropping it as I pushed my back further into the shelf in attempts to keep my hips from pushing against his. I was good and hot and wanted nothing more then to find out what was next. The fact that we were in a public place made me nervous as I didn't enjoy the element of being caught by some stranger. One of his fingers grazed against my abdomen, curling in slightly against my flesh and bringing forth a whimper from my covered mouth.
I could see the smile spread across his face despite how dim the lighting was. I tightened my body and brought my hand up to grab at his wandering one. Deftly he reversed my grip and began applying a consistent pressure to the point in my wrist. Shock waves of desire rushed through me as I felt my body slowly give into the erotic sensation.
"You like this.. being teased. Trapped and unable to move." He dropped my wrist, ignoring my whine and began to work his hand up my shirt, his other still firmly clamped over my mouth. I brushed my hips against his and felt that he was hard. Excitement raced through me as I realized he was as into this as I was. I wanted more and I knew he did too.
"I think there's something else you like too.." He glided his hand into my underarm and began scratching lightly. I jolted backwards, well as backwards as I could. My eyes wide as I fought back the laughter bubbling within me. I wasn't going to give it up. I wasn't going to give it away. He was going to have to work for it.
He leaned his head down and began biting gently along my neck as he worked his fingers, methodically tracing and finally settling down along my sides and hips. He squeezed, caressed, stroked and straight out tickled every inch of my upper body until my throat hurt from the muffled screaming I was doing against his hand and my eyes had begun to water. My panties were soaked and I could feel my clit pounding in unison with my heartbeat.
He stood back, finally releasing his grip around my mouth. I took a deep, shaky breath and reached out for his shirt, the need to pull him closer intensified. To feel more. He had me hooked and I wasn't even close to finished. He slid his hand along the waistband of my jeans and I moaned quietly, no longer caring who saw us. I just needed to be released.
He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down my legs, squeezing my inner-thigh and wrapping his other arm around my waist as I tried to jump away from the ticklish sensation he just caused. He positioned himself behind me, pulling my ass against his hips and then resting his head on my shoulder. I squirmed against his touch, pressing and grinding against his length. I knew we were close.
I bit down hard on my lip as his hand traveled down the front of my panties. I was aware of everything; his arm around my waist, his breath hot in my ear, his cock pressing against my ass. I threw my head back and sucked in my breath as the pad of his finger began tracing my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut and thrust my hips forward, I needed more. More. More. NOW.
"P...please. Please." PLEASE.
He chuckled softly and began nibbling my earlobe as his hand finally made contact with my clit.
One slow circle.
Everything inside of me lit on fire.
I wasn't done and he knew this. But that didn't stop him from pulling his hand back, dropping his arm from my waist and spinning me around to face him. I was so shocked from the sudden change of events that I could just sit there and gape at him.
"You want more? You come to me."
He pressed a slip of paper into my hand and grabbed my face in his hand. I leaned towards him, clenching my fist around the paper as if it was a lifeline. He smiled at me as a shimmer of.. something flashed in his eyes. He suddenly shoved me back, shoved his hand down my panties and thrust two fingers inside of my ****, his breath hissing out quickly as I began to spasm against him, my responses made up of nothing more then strangled gasps.
"Come."
His fingers rubbing my core.
"To"
My body throbbing.
"Me."
He pulls it all out and walks away.
I fall to my knees, my hand rushing to finish what he caused.
I hurriedly re-dress myself and rush out of the store, working to keep my head down and hood up. I did want to be able to show my face again someday. Once out into the Autumn evening I remembered the slip of paper and pulled it out.
It was his address, of course.
He was on the other side of town.
And I had more then enough gas to get to him.
I stared up at the sky, reflecting on my experiences. Everything has always been safe or pre-planned. If not those two then it was almost expected. But this man.. he was holding a door wide open. A new door. One that I had no idea of what could be lurking on the other side.
It was a challenge.
I liked a challenge.
I accept.
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"Shades of Gray" (One More Than Others) by Marquis De Sade
5AM:
Workout. Exercise is crucial to a good night’s sleep.
12PM:
Lunch.
1PM:
Lock the door. “Hold all calls.”
Pill Form:
Acetylcholine
Serotonin
Dopamine
Noradrenalin
Check my levels and draw the blinds. Set my alarm for three hours from now.
4PM:
“Reschedule everything for tomorrow.”
5PM:
Traffic. Home. Dinner.
No T.V. Unplug the phones. Lock the doors. Set the alarm for five hours from now.
Pill Form:
Melatonin
10PM:
Turn the strobe light on above my bed.
Lay back down.
Close my eyes. Every muscle relaxes, sinks into the mattress. The muted flares from the strobe light explode and dissipate like fireworks set off just below the horizon in a midnight sky.
With the lights off, my eyes closed, my dark glows white. Then it fades, flickers and then diminishes back to black.
Flash.
Afterglow radiance fades slowly back to midnight.
Flash.
Concentrate on my breathing.
Relax.
Sleep.
FLASH
Open my eyes. Look around. Logic is the first to slip. Everything unlearned. I know nothing and everything all at once.
Here, now, in every direction is forever white. There is no Right or Left, no Up or Down.
I’m missing dimensions.
This is how I know I’m still wide awake and dreaming.
I need a focal point to ground myself.
Tilt my head back.
FLASH
Try and count the flashbulb pulses in my forever white sky but no numbers exist.
Logic is the first wall that crumbles.
I construct her from memories:
Pixie Haircut Punk Chick, streak of pink in her hair in a vintage rock shirt, jeans and scuffed shoes.
The kind of girl who fucks you to rock music on the hood of a car she broke into just to turn on the radio and give your sex a soundtrack before she lights her own cigarette.
The kind of girl who makes the ritual of chase worthwhile.
She sees me and knows what I want. She makes a run for it. I tilt my head and raise my hand.
I snap my fingers and wonder sometimes if I smile this wide while I’m still asleep.
FLASH
My world, my dream, my rules. Punk Chick’s studded belt unbuckles itself and wraps itself tight around her arms.
Her shoulders squeezed up, pressed together to her sides like the exaggerations you see in comic books and cartoons.
Probably where I got the idea from.
The belt tightens. Her breasts bulge from the pressure. She cries out as she stumbles, trips and crashes into the ground.
If there was one.
FLASH
Like a horror movie Bad Guy I just walk over. Minus a chainsaw or a hook for a hand, I watch as she scrambles.
Her name is Kat.
Simply because, well, I said so.
Kat says to go fuck myself and she tries to get back up again but both her legs are now shoved into just one pant leg.
The fabric of her jeans straining.
What I can make happen here I’m damn well going to.
Because, why not?
FLASH
Kat lies on her side, eyes closed, teeth clenched and groaning as her belt continues to wrap itself around her.
There’s no end to it now. The metal studs catch the flashglare of my strobe light somewhere in the forever white sky of my coherence.
My real life.
The belt gets as long as it needs to. Wraps itself around both of her arms, pulling itself around her upper body tighter and tighter.
Until Kat’s gasping for the air she really doesn’t need.
I slacken it just enough for her to still swear at me. I like her fighting. I like her just as I made her.
The belt loops in between her arms, her elbows, draws her arms up behind her back and buckles itself around her chest.
Her boobs are fucking huge.
Kat angrily thrashes. Her legs still straining in her jeans while I grab a hold of her second slacked pant leg.
I draw her legs up behind her.
More of the same belt wraps around her calves, thighs, her ankles and in a matter of seconds I can’t count, her hogtie is final.
FLASH
Kat lies on her stomach. Look of strain on her face as she’s bent backwards like a pretzel.
Her spine, arched in a bow.
I kneel beside her.
“Can you move?”
“Fucking stupid question.” She hisses through gritted teeth. Body shudders as a whole as I unlace her skater shoes.
“Don’-” No time for dialogue. I have no sense of time here. I gag her with some leather muzzle something I must’ve seen somewhere.
Square patch of padded leather pressed over her mouth. The buckle and latch system around the side of her jaw line.
Kat glares at me and growls, deep and hate-filled as I slide both shoes off her feet.
Then her socks.
FLASH
Kat shuts her eyes, hands become fists and her upper body wiggles like a worm still in shock on a fishhook.
Constricted but still at full force. Her strength vibing into the stretches of forever white all around us like heat waves.
Kat throws her head back. The square patch of leather pushed away from her lips by the force of her scream.
Her body rocks back and forth. One small, soft bare foot protects her other one as I switch from what might be her left to her right.
Logic is the first to slip.
I concentrate. Log her reactions to each cause I produce to cause her to react all over again.
A single slow soft stroke and I get a muffled whimper.
More fingers, I get more of a reaction.
Louder, more garbled. Her little feet themselves express what she can’t in proper words.
Her feet flexed back.
Her toes all scrunch.
Kick.
Every movement in time to a scream.
Some panicked howl.
One finger, a harder, deeper stroke and I get one foot flexed and flapping about in panicked response to my touch.
My tickle.
Her other little foot tries to kick my hand away.
Downward strokes produce, loud, deepened grunts and groans. Angry guffaws and muffled curses at what’s being done to her.
Her consent was never invited.
Kat moans and cries. Her body shakes. Trembling with every stroke and, slow, purposeful, finger, drag.
Her left foot, maybe. Her right foot, maybe.
Logic slips, passion takes its place and smiles when it finds out its free of any imposed restriction.
The difference between freedom and anarchy can be a few inches of slack and how much of her skin is exposed.
Kat sobs once she realizes she’s allowed herself to cry.
FLASH
Her sweat darkens her shirt, makes it heavier, clings to her like a second skin she peels off of her body.
Bra unsnaps. She steps out of her jeans.
Unbuckles her own gag.
Kat takes in her first full breath in however long, she tilts her head and smiles at me.
“How much time do we still have?”
“No idea.”
“Can you stay awhile?” Her panties slingshot right at me.
“Why?”
“I need a car and some rock music.” She smiles her smile and she says, “I brought my own cigarettes.”
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"Bloody Tears" by Starburstz91
Our memories haunted me more than they would ever haunt him. I would spend days, sitting on the bathroom floor, just crying my eyes out. I always would wonder why at the end of any relationship, I would be the one who changed; the one who couldn't move on. Then there he was; happy and had a new chick as an accessory. Why can't I be that? Why did I have to be the one heartless and broken? No matter what, all my fragile strength would be gone, at that moment.
It's been days, but as I felt no surprise, I walked through my hallway as if it were another day. My eyes dreary with sorrow; I opened up the bathroom door. No more crying I would tell myself everyday, just to make myself seem strong. As any person could see, it wasn't working. I glanced to my left, at my own reflection. He entered my mind; raced right through. The hurt was growing stronger; the tears began to drip out like a leaky faucet. I rolled my green eyes as the daily routine was happening again.
Facing the mirror now, I whined in the thought of my lost one. I breathed heavily, trying to cause myself to stop. Try to think of something fun, something nice; something that makes me smile. I finally clenched my eyes shut, facing my face down into the sink, spilling out shrieks and cries of helplessness. Bending over a little bit, I rested in that position, thinking of him and how pathetic it was for me to start crying again.
Seconds went by; they soon turned into minutes. Minutes turned into bigger minutes, which grew into an hour. My body sunk onto the floor under me, my limp wrists wiping the leftover tears on my cheeks. I glanced in front on me, and then the rest of the white walls around the room. I took a sigh of relief, thanking God that the hurt was over for now. I sat there, thinking to myself about my life and where I've ended up. I had my own place, a job. Life couldn't be all bad. Loneliness can't be so painful.
And yet, the words I tell myself are just part of the routine. I'm sick, I cure myself. It's almost as if it were a common cold; it hits you in different ways, it's hard to treat with the same medicine.
I brushed off the heartbreak and slowly stood myself off from the ground. I rested my palms on the bathroom counter for a few minutes, dragging my head up. Suddenly... I heard something. A pound... a crash? It was so strange that a sudden noise was heard inside my apartment. I slowly took small steps to the bathroom entrance, softly grabbing the doorknob. The eerie of the squeak sound echoed throughout the hallway as I stuck my head out. My eyes were wide open; curiosity was seen clearly.
Bravely, I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me. I bit my lower lip as I felt my heart pound with nervousness. I looked around my surroundings, catching nothing. It was soundless. I finally decided to walk into different rooms to find out where the sound came from. The first place I checked was the living room. It was common sense for me; certainly someone would rather use the front door than a window.
My eyes gazed upon the living room as I slid my body slowly in it. I look at the familiar sites in front of me. I saw nothing, and heard nothing. I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling, looking upon it. Maybe I wasn't hearing anything, reality wise. Maybe it was nothing, and maybe it was something. Whatever that something was, though, it wasn't here any longer.
Turning around, I suddenly shrieked in surprised. My jaw hung open in horror, my legs automatically walking backwards.
"D- Daniel..." I stuttered softly, almost whispering. "What... what are you doing here?"
My eyes laid across my ex- boyfriend, standing there, almost as surprised as I was. I couldn't believe he was here, in my apartment. It was almost as if the flush of memories came rushing back to me; the demons that were killing me in the first place. He was back, and I couldn't believe it.
"Christy, I really need to talk with you," Daniel said, staring at me. I could tell he was serious; he had that same look in his eyes when he broke up with me.
I took a moment to be in the moment, as I stood there, frozen. I suddenly straightened myself out a little bit, and blink a few times. "What is it?"
"I... I think I ended it too soon..."
"Oh? Now you think that? It's been almost a year, Daniel!"
"Look; I know it has been a very long... and difficult break- up for the both of us, but I've been doing a lot of thinking."
"Oh, well, so have I. Do you know how much hurt you've caused me, Daniel? Do you REALLY know?"
Daniel began to glow a soft shade of pink, glaring at me. "Will you just let me finish, Christy?"
I exhaled, looking angerly at him.
Daniel sighed, taking his eyes off of me and setting them on the ground. "Listen; Like I said before, I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I've realized that I shouldn't have let you go. All the other girls I have been with don't compare to you. There's a piece of me that is... gone ever since we departed. I just... I just think we should try it again. So, Christy, are you willing to take me back?"
My eyes have turned from hatred, to shock. I was surprised at his offer, and I felt as though all the times I've wept over him weren't even worth. We found ourselves just looking at each other, re- visiting the past. This was all I ever wanted, for us to be back together, for me to be happy again. How could I refuse that offer? I started to believe that dreams can possibly come true.
My mind drifted to the day we broke up. The angry outburst he had about my feelings for him, my worriedness of him cheating. He hurt me so badly, that I almost went mad. I know he has a temper, and he can be a real jerk. I told myself over and over again that it is worth getting back together with him. However, that terrible, dreadful day that I still looked upon haunted me, and I didn't want to go through that again. I sighed, drifting my eyes to the right of me. I couldn't look at him.
"Go home, Daniel," I told him, releasing the tension in my fists. "I want you to stay away from me. The past is the past; don't make a future out of it."
The silence was putting great tension in the room. I glanced at him. Daniel was just standing there, staring at me. He was frozen and had this blank expression on his face. Finally, Daniel loosened up a little, and sighed quietly to himself. I did the same, crossing my arms. I studied his eyes as I waited for him to leave. I remembered the same hazel color that used to bring me joy, and I noticed the piercing of loss in his eyes. I missed looking into them, and I knew this would be the last time.
Daniel inahled deeply; exhaled loudly. He stared at me, crossing his arms slowly. His angry expression said enough; he was definitely pissed. However, the small smirk appearing on his face slowly and awkwardly opened my eyes a bit; made me think a little.
"I know you miss me. No- no. I know what you miss."
Daniel started to take small steps, walking slowly into my direction. I found myself instantely backing away, in fear of the anticipation. My heart was throbbing; pounding hard against my chest. We stared at each other, watching him becoming closer.. and closer...
The back of my hands touched the wall behind me. I backed my body against it, his face inches away from mine. Daniel's body was pushing up against mine, locking me into the small, yet opened, space. I had to look away from him, but his warm fingertips dug into my cheeks, his hand forcing my head to face his. I didn't even try to pull away; I wanted to hear what he was going to say to me. I want him to think what I have missed; have him look stupid for once. I would love to see his thoughts shattered, even if they were some of the smallest that didn't mean much.
As we stood there for a few seconds, looking at each other, trying to read our minds, he leaned his lips leaned his head into mine. I soon felt the soft touch of his lips against mine. Memories once again flashed into my mind, and I found myself kissing back. I remember how we kissed almost anywhere and everywhere, and I loved the way he tasted.
However, I knew this kiss wasn't for love, but for power. I pushed my head back, as far as it could go, to make Daniel stop. He did, and opened his eyes. He pushed his face against mine again, trying to kiss once more. I clenched my eyes shut. I moved my forearms to his chest, and pushed as hard as I could. To my surprise, he backed away. He was pushed away, by someone like me. I never thought I would touch Daniel like that, and be the least bit of aggressive.
The glare in his eye disturbed me as he started to fight with me, pushing me against the wall again. I started to protect myself, shrieking as I began to push him harder and found myself to be tougher than I actually knew.
"Don't you want to know what you miss, Christy? Don't you, Baby?" Daniel taunted me through his gritted teeth. His upperbody grinding against my left side, pushed up against the wall to hold me still.
I twisted around underneath Daniel, yelling at him to stop. I didn't even notice his voice or cared about what he was telling me. I knew he was wrong. Daniel is always wrong. He doesn't know me; nobody knows me.
"Remember this, Christy?"
The aggression of his fingers dug deep into my stomach, right in the center. I felt him squeeze over and over again, causing small shocks and butterflies go through my body. My eyes widened, and my breathing became harder. I tried hard not to show signs of satisfaction, even though we used to do this before. My lower lip would tremble gently, a quick smile would form on my face; I would burst into instant giggles at the smallest touch from him. The ticklish tummy assualt started to erupt into my vocal cord, causing my face to blush softly. I didn't dare move my eyes away from him, to show him I'm not as weak. However, I soon found myself clenching my eyes shut, bending over just a bit, and gritting my teeth to cover the light giggles.
"You didn't think I would forget about how ticklish you are, now did you?" Daniel asked me, moving his hand quicker and stretching his fingers out.
It was hard to believe how vulnerable my stomach was to Daniel. In fact, my whole body was. Even though I thought my tummy was having a bad time already, I soon felt the fingers of Daniel reach onto the left side of my ribcage, that being squeezed and prodded as well. I let out a loud shriek, having myself being unbelievably ticklish. Daniel's index finger found its way in between two ribs, wiggling madly in the soft area. He did that to each one, going up and down, over and over again. The squeezing on my stomach moved to the side, now clawing his hand on my left side.
My giggling was getting harder, my struggling becoming tougher. I felt like a little girl: blushing, screaming, laughing and squirming like crazy. My back was arching more and more and my knees were moving closer together, getting a little weak. I was moving closer to the ground; well, at least trying to. Anything to get away from the tickling.
"I know you love this, Sweetie." The teases were already starting. False ones, but somehow made my skin more sensitive. It was mentally making me weak, making it almost impossible to escape the moment in my mind.
"I remember how I would just tickle you all the time... You could NEVER get away from me. Kind of like now, huh? Huh?"
By this time, I was already sitting on the floor, Daniel still tickling my ribs and stomach. For a minute he finally stop, giving me a few seconds to collect my breath. As I sat there, breathing heavily, Daniel made himself comfortable by spreading his legs apart and sitting on my inner thighs. I started to realize that I was in the steps of becoming helpless and extremely vulnerable. Daniel always did this to me. It was like he tried to force me to like tickling, but it never worked. I always felt weak and embarrassed, wishing I wouldn't have to relive the scene again. I knew for seven months that Daniel liked something about making me laugh physically, buy he never admitted it.
Daniel was moving his hands towards my ribs, slowly, causing the anticipation on my mind and body. I bent my knees softly, wiggling my upperbody from side to side, moving my hands to hug my ribs. I tried my best to keep from Daniel tickling me again.
"Now, sweetie, do I really have to keep those hands away from me?" The maddening nineteen year old asked me, as used his hands to grab both of my arms.
He started to pull them away from my body, carrying them in the air. My eyes shot open, biting my lower lip as I realized what he was going to do. I tried to yank my arms out of his grasp, struggling as much as I could possibly move.
"Noo, noo! Daniel, don't do this!" I screamed at him, as he slammed both of my arms against the wall, my arms now above my head.
Daniel aggressively pulled both of my wrists together, and then using one of his huge hands to keep them together. His tightening fingers around both of my wrists completed his accomplishment in making me very vulnerable, and from me to keep my arms at my sides again. I strained the muscles in my arms to pull them down, but it was only tiring me. My eyes opened up, to see what Daniel's next move was. He smirked at me, chuckling softly at my helplessness. My lower lip began to uncontrollably tremble and my face began to blush lightly. I could feel it getting hot, just thinking of how embarassing I must look; just thinking about how helpless I make myself seem. He knew I wasn't strong.
From the corner of my eye, I saw his right hand coming toward me. I instantly watched it, my breathing beginning to heavy on my lungs. Daniel was going straight for my ribs; he knows it's one of my badly sensitive spots. I tried to back into the wall the best I can, kicking my legs behind Daniel. I squirmed my body as I could, hoping to get away from him and his tickles. It was almost impossible, though, for me to get out of my position.
Before I knew it, I began to feel the scratching of his fingertips along my ribcage. I shrieked, arching my back instantly. My eyes clenched tightly shut as the smile began to form on my face. Daniel was going a little rough on me, scratching and stroking along both sides of my rib cages. He was going back and forth, soon prodding at them. Daniel would spread out his fingers in one spot, and bring them all back in, letting me feel the soft touch along my skin, through my shirt. The cloth rubbing against me was terrible torture, and I bursted out laughing.
"Aww, I knooow how ticklish you are here!" Daniel was telling me as I continued to attack my ribs.
After a few torturous minutes along my ribs, Daniel darted for my tummy again. My body begged to bend over, but the position my arms were in made in extremely difficult. I did, however, bend my head over, facing downwards as I clenched my eyes tightly shut and laughed harder, for there was nothing else I could possible do to escape his strength. The wise fingers were clenching a hold of my sensitive skin, digging deep into the stomach, and squeezing over and over again. The tickling was spreading all around my tummy, paying close attention to the sides and waist line. I was being squeezed over and over again, and each "ha" coming out of my mouth increased louder and harder.. and I couldn't stop it. I was being over- powered, my fragile strength not comparing to his strength.
"Do you know how ticklish your tummy is, Cristy?" The whipser flew through my ear; Daniel's warm breath blowing in my left ear. I moved a little to the right, not helping myself.
I couldn't form words; I was laughing to hard and the tickling was spreading over my brain like frosting on a cake. I couldn't stop anything. Helplessness was over- powering my brain; the swelling pounding in my head.
I stopped pulling on my arms and I stopped moving my body. It was lasting too long, and I barely had any physical strength to even try to make Daniel stop. Daniel, noticing this, reached behind himself and started to scribble on my knees. I didn't want to deal with this anymore. I couldn't handle it anymore. My laughter was becoming silent and my body was becoming more sensitive by the minute. His tickles never got old, and he was in control once again. He squeezed and scribbled and squeezed and scribbled, and just tortured my kneecaps, along with my brain. My anger was building up... my emotional weakness wanted to strengthen... I can feel myself want to explode in screams at the top of my lungs. I wanted to kill myself over the way he was.
Finally, I erupted. Tears were leaking out of my eyes and splashing puddles on my jeans. I wasn't laughing anymore, but whining and shrieking, crying myself out. I didn't even notice that Daniel stopped tickling me, and let my arms slide along the wall. I was sitting there, mad and upset, and fed up with his gravity that he surrounds me with, even when he's not around, and even if I don't want to be near him.
My wet eyes were looking straight ahead, staring at Daniel's chest as I cried. I could feel his eyes glaring at me, and I even heard his heart pound. He slowly moved his neck down, to level faces with me. We forcefullly stared at each other, looking into each other's thoughts. As I cried, he stared, and as I thought of nothing but what has happened to me, Daniel, for the first time, was the one confused.
Daniel stood up, and left after a few minutes of resting on my legs, and trying the think of what the hell I've been feeling. I knew he couldn't know, though. He never fell in love with me, but instead, only fragile strength. I thought I was strong... I thought I could over- power a heart break. But, I was kept, restrained, to him. I drowned in his love, and I didn't know how to sink up, but thankfully brought back to life. I understand how Daniel works; how love works. How my love works.
No more will I weep tears of loss, but will open my eyes to relationships I will encounter, and not be blinded by love.
First off, a HUGE thank you to all the writers who pitched in and helped make this happen. The quality of work is astounding. You guys all had such short notice and of course, had to put up with my own delays. I owe you all a beer...or something. A glass of wine?
I hope there's something in here for everyone. As always, comments, feedback, it all means so much more than you know. So read, enjoy and tell us what you think.
Feel free to comment on individual stories within this collection and/or the author(s) that you liked.
If this is a hit I'm sure we'll do it again and have different writers write a few pieces as well.
Special thanks again to everyone who participated. You all severely rock. I did pull a couple incredible classics from some very talented people but did so with their permission. There are also some authors I spoke to that're missing. To Viper, the collection was getting reeeeally long. I'd be ecstatic if you picked one for next time or had something else. To Meangry and Rithwraith - whenever the inspiration strikes...
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"The Elevator" by Myth77
Insatiable.
The couple continued their ascent towards the second floor.
They were locked together...in starving embrace. Lips locked in sultry kisses. Hands roaming...seeking...searching the other one's form. Bodies pressed against one another. Legs intertwined.
Standing.
Adam's hands gripped Liz's body, lifting her higher into his embrace. He backed her up to the corner of the elevator. Trapped against the rails, Liz rested her weight on the walls...and returned the urgency of Adam's kiss.
He released his grip from around her body. He placed his palms on her shoulders and slid them down her soft arms...fingertips grazing her skin, leaving a tingling in their wake. Down to her delicate wrists.
He grasped one in each hand, and broke his lips away from hers. He brought her hands one at a time to his mouth...placing small kisses on her smooth palms. Desire fluttered throughout Liz's body.
Floor four. The elevator climbed steadily towards their destination...Liz's apartment on the top floor...the twentieth floor. A spacious place...but one that proposed an interesting challenge to their passionate activities. A challenge not present when visiting Adam's house.
Neighbors.
Neighbors who could hear her laughter, screams...and other pleasured sounds...sometimes for hours... through the walls...echoing into their own dwellings. Noises that raised eyebrows and suspicions of just what on Earth could be taking place on the other side.
Feverish.
Liz was still on fire from Adam's steamy office visit. They quickly fled that scene to create a new memory...with more privacy than their previous encounter.
Seventh floor.
The elevator rose upward...and so did Liz's wrists. Adam raised her arms above her head, and pinned them against the elevator wall. His intense gaze locked onto her hers...penetrating her senses, causing her face to grow hot. A delightful chill crawled up her spine.
One hand pinned her wrists together...leaving his other hand free...free to indulge in whatever devious mischief crossed his mind.
Her eyes widened...her body engulfed with a delicious mixture of excitement and fear...of anxiety and arousal...in anticipation of his hand's chosen destination. She was not left to wonder long.
Ninth floor.
Tenth floor.
Adam's free hand found what it sought. Liz squealed...jumping as she felt his fingers fondle her sensitive sides. Her head fell back against the elevator wall, her laughter growing as he increased the ticklish motions of his fingertips...moving deftly...exploring up and down her tender frame...crawling over her ribcage...wiggling all over her belly...swirling in and around the exquisite hollows under her arms.
Liz screamed out, laughing harder, squirming in desperation...trapped against the corner of the elevator...against Adam's warm body...powerless to bring her wrists down from above her head, held in his vice-like grip. Desire surged inside his body, pressed close to hers...thrilled by watching her struggle against the ticklish sensations...drinking in her hysterical laughter as his fingers traveled all over her body.
Ding!
As the doors opened behind them, Adam quickly released Liz's wrists. An older woman entered the elevator on the thirteenth floor. She took her place on the opposite side of the chamber...and began to stare at the couple.
Liz was flushed...out of breath,...a huge grin on her face. Adam looked considerably more composed...but there was something about the look on his face...something hidden in his devious smile.
“How are you today Mrs. Jordan?” Liz asked, hoping the small talk might lessen the curiosity on the older woman's face.
“Just fine dear, and you?” she replied, relaxing a bit.
“Wonderful,” Liz responded.
She smiled at Adam. “And how are you young man?”
“Very good ma'am,” he spoke quietly, smiling back at her.
“You guys going down?” Mrs. Jordan inquired as she pressed the number one, beginning the elevators descent to the first floor.
“Yes,” Liz replied quickly, “I forgot something in the car.”
Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two.
One.
The doors opened.
“You two lovebirds have a wonderful evening.” Mrs Jordan said to the couple. She started to exit...then paused. “Aren't you getting off?” she asked, puzzled by their lack of motion toward the elevator doors.
Liz hesitated, flustered, searching her mind for a response.
“Not yet,” piped in Adam. He was staring intently at Liz,”we forgot something else upstairs. A wicked smile crossed his lips.
“Oh what a shame. Looks like you guys came all the way down for nothing,” she said. “Well, I'll see you later.” Mrs. Jordan departed.
Ding!
The doors sealed the couple in the privacy of the elevator chamber. Adam once again pushed Liz back into the corner. He brought his hands to her waist...pulling her in close as if he were going to embrace her. With one hand resting on her lower back, he held her...and with the other...he touched the sash belt tied at the waistline of Liz's black dress...and loosened it.
He yanked the sash off the dress and swiftly grasped both of her wrists, sweeping them behind her back. He tied it around her delicate wrists...binding her hands together...and used the extra length to tie her hands to the railing of the elevator. Liz's breath caught in her throat, eyes growing wide in shock. Adam leaned in close to her ear. She shivered as he whispered...
“Let's see you explain this the next time that door opens...
...next time I won't stop.”
Liz's shrieks of laughter could be heard resonating in the halls outside of the elevator as Adam resumed his ticklish exploration of his lovely captive.
Floor five...floor six...floor seven...
THE END
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"Not so Friendly Persuasion (The PM conversation)…" by Opprtunistic
Dear Opprtunistic,
Thank you so much for your thoughtful response. I am sorry you decided not to take on my story request. I realize that everyone has different tastes and am sorry you feel it’s a bit out of your (shall we say) comfort level. I hope you reconsider. See my responses to your reply below…
opprtunistic said:Dear Sarah,
Wow! Thanks for the kind words and that is one HELL of a request; one that would bring chills to any guy. I love your reason for requesting this from me (wanting it written from the perspective of a guy who is hyper sensitive) and yes, my stories are true in that regard. But I’m afraid it might be too extreme for me. As a matter of fact, after reading your request, it actually made me get up and double check to make sure my doors were locked. (LOL!)
Just curious, are you speaking from experience or is this just fantasy? And if it was true, did he survive?
Nope, unfortunately it’s still only a fantasy. But I’m optimistic…. Very optimistic.
opprtunistic said:
Yes, I love her work, but she’s a little too light hearted for my taste.
opprtunistic said:
Yes, I thought they were a good warmup.
opprtunistic said:
Awww. I’m sure you can do it. Maybe you just need some (shall we say) inspiration? I loved your photo album and see that you’ve deleted the one with your truck in it. Imagine my luck that I visited your photos for the short time it was there. I really love your truck; especially the license plate on it (ooopsies!). And imagine my surprise when I was not only able to use it to find out who you are, but that you actually only live a few miles away?
Oh, by the way, I love your facebook page and I can see you were not lying. You are a very busy guy at work. It’s a great company you work for and I can see by your position and your activity posting on the company’s facebook page, that you are quite a popular and well known national figure.
You have such a flair for words. I liked them so much that I became a fan of your company just to be sure I don’t miss anything and so that I can respond and post when I fell appropriate (WOW! 6800 co-workers and friends all reading your posts).
Unfortunately, I can’t find any of your tickling and T&D stories posted there? Have you posted any? I’m sure many of your subordinates would love to see them, don’t you think? Shall I post a few? I promise I’ll be sure to specify that you are the author.
I also noticed a few familiar names in your “friends” page. I’m especially interested in 2 of them; Stephanie and Anna. Could they be the same girls? Maybe I’ll send them your stories and see if the high school true scenarios you posted ring a bell? I’m sure they’d love to see where those real scenarios ended up going in your imagination, don’t you?
opprtunistic said:
Hmmm, that is quite a problem, but I’ve got a solution to help INSPIRE you. At 9PM tonight, open your garage door, get in the passenger seat of your car and place your keys on the driver’s seat. Next, blindfold yourself and handcuff your hands behind your back.
Or I guess you do have another choice. You can refuse. But that sure would give me a lot of free time tonight. Certainly enough time to make sure I get all of your stories out to all of the right people.
In other words, I guess I’ll see you at 9.
opprtunistic said:
I just did silly boy. Not only write it, but live it.
opprtunistic said:
Back at you.opprtunistic said:
Opprtunistic? LOL! You have NO idea
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"Future: Tense" by Marquis De Sade
This music right now, it could be just anything. The car in front of me slowing me down, it could just be whatever.
Some Italian Lollipop colored something or a hybrid plug-in green electric fuel saving who gives a shit.
Traffic.
Red lights.
Slow lane.
Fast lane.
Blah.
Blah.
Blah.
Me, I’m just not “Here” right now.
I’m not, “Right Now”.
There is no slow moving Who Cares with spinners however many cars up ahead backing us all up.
There is no Mr. Brake, Brake, Brake Lights.
Me, I’m in the future, and in the future, there is no Mrs. I Love Bumper Stickers. Or Sir Baby On Board.
I’m an hour from Right Now after this same drive home and both of us are in our living room.
This is right after we’ve walked through the door.
Where I am right now, I’m waiting for you to go through your same We’re Home routine:
The purse on the table.
The bag in the kitchen.
It’s when you balance yourself on the kitchen countertop, to take off your shoes that things get interesting.
Nothing like a little something different in all this Same.
Where I am right now, it’s not squinting through the tinted glass of an SUV gas-guzzling la-de-da trying to figure out what movie’s being enjoyed by someone’s kids.
Here in the future, it’s just me, wrestling you down to the floor of our living room from behind.
Tackling you.
This music right now, I don’t even know what it is.
The radio, a commercial, some iPod shuffle something something or maybe it’s that first loud shout of surprise, that first cry that comes out of your mouth as you fall.
You go down, fast.
You go down, hard.
In the future, it’s me sitting on you so you can’t get up. It’s a second cry as your arms are quickly wrestled behind you.
That bumpy feeling right now, it’s not just some giant pothole in the road, it’s you, trapped underneath me.
Squirming.
Fighting.
Thrashing.
It’s the swell of your lungs as you raise your head up off of the floor and angrily shout at me in protest.
How this isn’t fair.
How you didn’t get the chance to fight me off.
How you were taken by surprise.
That sound in the future, if you listen close, it’s not the sound of a Left Turn signal.
Not that tick, tick, ticking sound.
If you were paying attention, it’s the soft fabric cinching sound a double knot makes as I tie your wrists.
It’s your upper body, powerfully thrashing about the carpet while I sit on the backs of your legs.
In the future, I can assure you there is no My Child Is Something You Don’t Care About.
There is no I Got My Car At Who Gives A Shit.
In about an hour from now though, there’s me sitting on your legs and catching your ankles.
There’s me bear-hugging your calves and standing up. Lifting your long, powerful dancer’s legs up in the air with me.
There’s you on the floor, crazily twisting, thrashing about while I unstrap one high heel.
There’s you with your eyes closed, straining and pulling with all your strength trying everything to wrestle your legs free.
Trying to kick loose.
There’s you shaking your head, pleading with me NOO.
NOOOOOOOO.
NOOOOOOOO.
But the future me, he just ignores you. He takes that shoe and he pulls it right off that beautiful bare foot.
He holds your legs tighter, wraps his arms around your calves and he squeezes as hard as you pull against him.
In about an hour from now, there is no dog with his tongue out of his mouth in some open jeep smelling God knows what.
His eyes wide open, blinking.
Yours squeezed shut. Teeth grinding. Hands in fists and thrashing all over the floor I tickle that one foot.
That soft, sensitive foot.
Making you cry with laughter. Making you growl and roar with fury as you’re controlled.
Tamed.
Dominated.
Taken.
Your one shoe off, your one foot tickled, there’s nothing you can do but howl.
Grind your teeth as you fight knowing you can’t.
You bury your face in the carpet and grooooooan. Long and loud as I stop only when you’re weak enough for me to fully restrain.
Your strength in the future, drained.
Your Fight intact, but your powerful muscles no longer responding while I cross and very tightly bind your feet.
Your one shoe, still on. Your other shoe, off.
Your one foot, still quivering.
In the future, you get quiet. Your voice lowers as I wrestle your legs behind you.
You say nothing as I fasten your ankles to your wrists behind you so you can’t move.
I tighten every knot.
I make sure those clever fingers of yours, they can’t reach for a loose something in about an hour for now.
But just in case I tie your thumbs.
You, with your teeth clenched together, you furiously let me know I’d better truss you up tight.
Very tight.
Or you’ll get out.
In the future you tell me, in that low raspy deep voice of yours, how none of this was fair.
How I’d better make sure you can’t escape.
Keep you tied up.
Gag you so you can’t taunt.
In the future you tell me, growling with fury as I bind your arms with a leather belt, “You better make sure I can’t move.”
You growl, “A muscle.”
And me, in the future, I tighten that belt up.
In the future, I strap a second belt around your legs.
I pull off that other heel and you hiss, “Yeah. You’d better keep me like this.
Tied up, no shoes.”
And in the future, there’s no horn snapping someone awake at some green light crossroad wherever.
There’s just me, tying your big toes.
There’s me saying, “You’re not getting away this time. You’re not moving. You’re not going anywhere.
You’re not wearing shoes. Not all weekend.”
In my own low future me voice I’m saying, “You’re staying tied up as tight as possible.
I’m teasing you. Whenever I feel like it.
I’m.
Fucking you.
Whenever.
I’m sucking.
Hard.
On all those suckable toes of yours.
I’m tickling those beautiful, beautiful bare feet. Those soft and pale white soles.
Those smooth bare heels.
The balls of each foot.
Whenever I feel like it.”
In the future, you moan as I tighten you up one last time. I make sure you really can’t move.
Not a muscle.
Not anything.
In the future, in about an hour from now, I’m saying in my lowest voice, “You’re staying my captured, furious little kept barefoot Amazon all weekend.”
And about an hour from when I pick you up, your last words when I gag you with a scarf are:
“Promise?”
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"Trucker Trouble" by Black Widow
The rain was pounding against the windows of the tiny diner as the drenched 23 year old waitress hurriedly ran inside and fought against the wind to close the door behind her.. Chuck, the diner's owner, glanced at the clock, noting the time and snorted frustratedly. Lexi was late again. This made the 4th time this month she showed up nearly an hour late with some random excuse, and Chuck was running out of patience. She hung up her wet coat and wrung out her shoulder length, platinum blonde hair. Her friend and fellow waitress, Haley, rushed over to her with a tray on her shoulder.
“Lexi! You're soaked to the bone! What in the world happened to you?” Haley asked; her deep brown eyes looking genuinely concerned.
“Well, first my alarm didn't go off, and then my car broke down about a mile from here, and, of course, I didn't have an umbrella with me.” Lexi said as she rolled her eyes. “If I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all.”
“Yeah, well, Chuck is fuming that you're late again. Go dry up and get changed into another uniform in the break room... and hurry up, girl. I need your help.” Haley said as she took off; her long, dark pony tail bouncing as she bustled toward the kitchen.
Lexi ran to the break room in search of another uniform, her wet sneakers squeaking and leaving a trail of water the whole way. She grabbed one of the midnight blue button down tops and matching skirts that were hanging and quickly removed her wet, cold clothes; including her bra and pink cotton panties. Thankfully, she had the foresight to put her panty hose and work shoes in her purse, so at least they weren't dripping wet. She quickly buttoned the thin fabric of her top, which came down to her navel, and when she zipped up the flared skirt, she found it was so short that it barely covered her ass. Her generous bust kept threatening to burst open the buttons of her top. She sighed frustratedly when she saw that the other two uniforms were the same size.
“Damn petite people. It's not my fault that I'm 5'8 with long legs and big boobs!” She cursed as she looked at herself in the mirror, and decided as long as she was careful, it was better than being drenched. She slipped on her nude panty hose and buckled the ankle straps on her black heeled shoes. Just as she finished fastening the strap on the last shoe, Haley opened the door and said, “Ready or not, it's showtime! Customers are chomping at the bit out here, but I should be able to keep them occupied a little longer. Oh, and before Chuck sees it, be sure to mop up this wet floor first before someone trips and gets hurt.”
“Coming right now!” called Lexi. She hopped up and tugged down on her short skirt as she ran to grab a towel. She walked into the kitchen and smiled at Chuck, who shot her a dirty look and went about flipping some hotcakes and sizzling sausage links. Lexi decided it was best not to say anything, so she bit her lip and grabbed a towel, and, being mindful of her short skirt, carefully crouched down to sop up the water she'd tracked in earlier.
The bell on the door chimed as a large lumberjack looking man wearing blue jeans, steel-toe boots and a thick, long sleeved flannel jacket entered the diner. Julie, the 19 year old petite, brunette hostess greeted the tall, salt and pepper haired trucker as he wiped his wet boots on the mat. He nodded to the pretty young woman and walked over to the glassless window of the kitchen where Chuck was laying out plates of food for the waitresses to serve.
“Hey, how's it going, old man? Haven't seen your ugly mug in a few weeks.” jested Chuck as he greeted his burly, long time friend.
“Been doing some overtime runnin' that old big rig all over the damn country. I figured I couldn't drive through the great state of Montana without stopping by the famous Chuck's Diner; where the hotcakes are almost as hot as the waitstaff.” Earl said as he winked at the blushing Julie.
“I'll seat you at your usual table, Big Earl. Coffee's on it's way!” called out the chipper Julie.
“Fine, darlin.” he said, smiling, then directed his attention to his friend. “So what's new, Chucky? Other than the unseasonably torrential downpour.” inquired the 6'3 husky man as he hung up his wet flannel jacket.
“Oh, just the usual. Same shit, different day. Lord knows I can use a vacation after 7 straight years of going without. Sure could use a manager I can rely on.” Chuck hinted. “After 30 odd years of driving cross country, you're not interested in settling down any time soon, are you old boy?” asked Chuck with a grin across his face.
“What? And give up my exciting adventures to exotic lands like Milwaukee, Wisconsin and Mobile, Alabama?” responded Earl with a throaty laugh. “As always, I promise I'll let you know when it's time to hang up the tires.” he added.
“I'm holdin' you to that. You should be ashamed of yourself, leaving me to deal with these women all alone. In fact, I'm gettin' ready to let one of 'em go real soon.” he said, shaking his head.
“Oh yeah?” Earl raised an eyebrow and leaned on the ledge, crossing his arms. “What's the story with this one?”
“Completely unreliable. Kid can't get her ass here on time.” responded Chuck as he nodded in the direction of the waitress on her hands and knees bending over to finish cleaning up the wet floor.
Earl turned his head and let his gaze fall on the short, dark blue skirt riding up the backs of the girl's long, shapely thighs as she rocked back and forth scrubbing the water covered floor.
“Aw, not my sexy Lexi.” he pouted. Earl had a crush on the cute little blonde ever since she'd started working at the diner several months ago. “She certainly does have a nice ass, though..” said Earl, amused. “I take it you didn't tell her yet?”
“Hell no, I'm short staffed as it is, and I'm in no mood to deal with her lame excuses.” answered Chuck as he tossed the hotcakes and sausage links onto the plate, promptly tapping a bell to alert Haley for the next pickup.
As Lexi stood up, the lower curves of her nicely rounded ass became momentarily visible to Big Earl's lingering eyes, and he had to adjust himself. At that moment, an idea occurred to him.
“Ya know, jobs are pretty scarce around these parts, and good help is just as hard to find.” Earl began as he smoothed his bushy mustache. “Why not let me teach the girl a little lesson in responsibility? I can guarantee after tonight, she'll do anything you tell her to.” grinned the brawny truck driver.
“Hmm.” paused Chuck as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin. “Well, hollerin' and threatenin' doesn't seem to be getting through to her. All right, old friend. If you can straighten out this little vixen, then it'll be a good reminder to all of the girls that I DO have a business to run here. Go work your magic.” he decided as he tossed a slab of bacon onto a hot frying pan.
“It may get a little rowdy, seein' as how there's nothin' but us raunchy truckers hanging about, but your girls won't be slackin' after tonight. That I can promise you.” chuckled the hefty trucker.
With that, Big Earl casually walked over to his table where an ice water and his piping hot cup of coffee were waiting for him. He chatted with a few friends to let them in on his plan to make an example of one of Chuck's waitresses, and they were all ears in anticipation of the show to come. It gets very boring and lonely being on the road for so long. The men thoroughly enjoyed frequenting Chuck's Diner, as he always hired pretty girls, and their required uniforms were quite pleasing to ogle. Also, there was not a “hands off the waitresses” policy, either, as Chuck wanted his diner to be a fun place where the truckers could unwind.. Out of fairness, the girls knew this upon hire, but none of them knew quite what to expect.
The beautiful 26 year old, olive-skinned, Haley, was so used to the perverted truckers hitting on her that it didn't even phase her when one of the greasy men would wrap an arm around her bare midriff as she'd take their orders. She, like the other girls, really needed this job, and the men were harmless enough for the most part. Once in a while they'd sneak a kiss, mischievously lift their skirts or grope the girls when they weren't looking, but Haley would just laugh it off as they always tipped well. Lexi, on the other hand, tried her best to keep her distance from the ornery customers, as a few of them had found out unintentionally about her extreme ticklishness. A knee squeeze here and a pinch on her sides there sent her squealing and dashing into the kitchen to compose herself, much to their entertainment.
Finished drying the floor, Lexi tied on her apron and greeted a table where three truck drivers were seated. She recognized them as Bill, Larry, and Frank. As she was taking down their orders, she felt a finger run up the back of her leg, causing her to drop her pen and let out a high pitched yelp. She abruptly turned around to find the culprit behind the sharp tickling sensation. Her eyes widened as she saw Big Earl staring mischievously up at Lexi, one big hand cradling his chin, supported by his elbow on the table, and he politely motioned with one finger for her to come over to him. Lexi exhaled quickly and shot him a forced, sweet smile, nodding twice. Afraid to take her eyes off of him, she slowly turned her attention back to the other table. She quickly brought the men their drinks and stopped over at Earl's table.
“Hello there, Big Earl. Are you ready to order?” she inquired timidly, still remembering the last time she had to wait on this fiendish older man. It was Earl that had first discovered how ticklish she was when he playfully squeezed her knee while she wasn't looking. After that, it was like a game to him to catch her off guard, and she tried her best to stay away from his ticklish grasp.
“I'm fine with coffee for right now, darlin. I was wonderin' if you could do me a favor though. It seems I've dropped my napkin under the table, and I was hopin' you'd be a doll and get it for me.” he said with a sly grin.
“Oh, uh, sure... under the table, you said?” she asked meekly.
“Uh huh.” he answered, stroking his mustache with his other hand.
Lexi hesitated for a moment, and was about to ask Haley or Julie to bail her out, as bending over was the last thing she wanted to do around these horny men. Julie was greeting more customers and Haley was playfully fighting with one of her many admirers, Ted, who kept trying to lift up her skirt. Lexi carefully kneeled down and lifted the table cloth, then winced as she saw where his napkin had landed; all the way in the right corner by the wall. As she stretched her arm towards it, she could feel her skirt rising up above her buttocks, and just when she reached it, Earl suddenly dropped a spoon on the same side as the wall, but near the farther left leg of the table.
“Oops! Clumsy me! I am truly very sorry. Butterfingers today!” he guiltily admitted from above. Lexi blew blonde hair wisps out of her face and extended her arm even further under the table, bending over so far that her ass started rising in the air. The men seated at the table across from here were enjoying the view of her visibly rounded ass and lower pussy lips thanks to her sheer panty hose as the unlucky girl strained to reach the spoon handle. Finally she pulled the spoon and napkin out from under the table and stood up, her skirt still bunched up above her rounded ass. She promptly smoothed it and pulled it down as far as it would go.
“Uh, Miss Lexi?” came a voice from behind her. She turned just as one of the men held up his glass filled with ice. “Mind if I get a little more water, when ya get a minute?”
“Not at all, Larry. I'll be right back with that.” she quickly replied, and turned to the beaming Earl. “I'll be right back with another spoon and napkin for you.” she faked a smile and ran to get the requested items.
The men exchanged glances with each other, and when Earl nodded to the man requesting water, he clumsily knocked over his glass so that ice flew all over the table and floor. “Woops!” he said aloud, and Lexi came running over with a towel. “Oh, don't worry about it, Larry. I'll get it.” the blonde waitress reassured him as she bent down to clean up the spilled ice and water, momentarily forgetting about her short skirt. Earl picked up an ice cube and tossed it down the back of the young waitress' blouse. Lexi screamed and immediately kneeled upright; wiggling her shoulders frantically to remove the freezing little invader. All that shaking caused her bust to pop open a few buttons on her uniform; exposing a considerable amount of her ample cleavage. Finally, when Lexi stood up, Earl reached for her hips and pulled her down onto his lap; quickly wrapping an arm around her little waist.
“Earl! What are you doing? Let me go!” Lexi cried as the vice grip around her waist wouldn't budge.
“I just wanted to have a chat with my favorite girl is all! Now, what's this I hear you've been slackin' off at work lately? Showing up late and the like? What's the matter, sugar? Don't you like working for old Chuck anymore?” asked Earl..
“Of course I do! Please let me go, Earl!” Lexi pleaded with the strong man as she kicked her legs.
“Well, I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson in what happens to irresponsible girls, so that you get to keep your job, and my buddy Chuck has some reliable help.. Do you understand?” Earl asked with a smirk.
“Oh please, Earl! That's not necessary... I promise I'll be on time from now on!” Lexi said shakily. She would have promised him the Hope Diamond if he'd just put her down.
“No way, missy. You've got this comin' to ya. If this is what it takes to get through to you pretty girls, then I'm more than happy to oblige!” he said as he pinched at her ribs through the thin fabric of her top, while holding her tight with his other arm.
Lexi instantly let out peals of laughter, struggling to release herself from this bear of a man as he attacked her ticklish sides. Earl quickly realized that Lexi was laughing so hard, he could keep her incapacitated just by tickling her. He released his arm from around her waist only to lobster claw at the bare flesh along her midriff, and sure enough, all she could do was laugh even harder and fall back against him. Whenever she'd lift her arms to attempt to push off of him to stand up, he'd shoot his eager fingers right up to her armpits and slide under her short sleeves to relentlessly wiggle his fingernails right against her smooth ticklish hollows.
At that point, the damage was already done, as dropping her arms back down only helped to keep his tickling fingers trapped against her sensitive skin, forcing her to laugh all the more as the other customers watched with amazement. Haley wanted to help her friend, but didn't know what to do. As she tried to sneak away from the commotion, Ted pulled her down onto his lap. He happily slid his wondering hands up her skirt, wrapping his arms around her to keep her from running off. Bill grabbed ahold of Julie and had her sit with him and his buddies directly across from where poor Lexi was being tickled senseless. They deviously put the nervous Julie in the middle of the booth where she immediately felt two rough hands sliding up her bare thighs.
“Hehehehehehehehe!!!! Pleheheheheheese Ch.....Chuck!!! Please help meeeee!!” the blonde Lexi wailed between breaths.
“Now that's not very nice, Lexi. If you want the tickling to stop, you're gonna have to beg ME for mercy.” Earl playfully scolded.
“Oohh hahahaha!!! Oooooh Earl!! Please don't!!! Don't!!!!! Stop tickling meee!!” she demanded, squealing and bouncing on his lap as he ran his fingers up and down her ribs like piano keys.
“Don't stop tickling you? Well, sugar... I don't plan on it!” laughed Earl as he savored the sound of her sweet giggles, not to mention the arousing grinding of her tight little body against his lap.
Another button popped open on her dark blue top, and her luscious breasts started visibly swaying underneath. Earl had a fantastic view of her jiggling boobs, and he suspected the boys were ready to see a little more as well. With one hand running up and down her sides, he skillfully opened the last three pesky buttons down to her navel, her breasts now threatening to spill out.
“Now if you keep wiggling like that, everyone's gonna see your naked titties! Better control your crazy shakin' around!” Earl teased her as he increased the ticklish probing of her soft, uncovered tummy.
Lexi couldn't help herself as she violently thrashed about on Earl's lap, and with every jerk from side to side, more and more of her swaying breasts became visible to everyone in the room, until finally her bare breasts were completely exposed. Earl pulled down her top from her twisting shoulders and tossed it across the table to Frank. It wasn't until the mischievous captor used the nimble tips of his fingers to caress the poor waitress' nipples did she realize she was half naked.
“Noo!!! Earl!!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!! Noooo not theheheheheherrre!!!” she screamed as his nipple torture relentlessly continued. Every time she lifted her arms to protect her violated breasts, he'd reach right back up to her armpits and she'd have to drop her arms to her sides again and let all of the men in the room gawk at her pretty bouncing boobs. She fought with all her might as his wondering fingers sought out and exploited every ticklish spot on her upper body, but he always returned to her cute pink nipples; forcing her to scream with laughter and beg for mercy.
Earl grabbed a piece of the ice from his glass and ran it cruelly all over her hardening nipples, allowing it to skim almost painfully down to her bare tummy. He even slipped the ice cube all around her open armpits and in between her ribs, eliciting shrieks and piercing screams mixed with laughter from the blonde beauty. He held the ice above her head and let the cold drips roll down her exposed breasts. Instinctively, she reached up with both of her hands to grab it from him, and he quickly let go of the ice and clutched both wrists above her head. With his free hand, he dug right underneath her round, goose bump covered breasts, forcing her to giggle and shake helplessly. He'd alternate wiggling his digits along her extended ribs and trace them along the outsides of her trembling tits. Her nipples shrank to hard, pink little pebbles that shook uncontrollably as he danced his fingers along her ticklish flesh, fluttering up and down her open armpits.
“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!! EEEEaarrrrrrlll!!!!! I Ca.... I CAN'T stand it!!! she managed to squeak out as she laughed wildly.
“Time to see how ticklish your bottom half is!” Big Earl announced as he abruptly lifted her legs up over her head, clutching a big arm under her knees to keep her legs trapped. Wolf whistles and cat calls ensued as her privates were visible to all from underneath the sheer pantyhose. She flailed her arms to try to get him to release her legs, but as soon as he started spider tickling the backs of her thighs, she was lost in a fit of giggles once again. The cheering spectators hooted and hollered as Earl tickled the hysterical waitress' curvy thighs. Lexi's hips were wiggling all over the robust trucker's lap as he scribbled his fingers down her sensitive legs, all the way down to her rounded, nylon covered ass. She was powerless as he maniacally scrambled his long, thick fingers all over her enticing cheeks.
“This is what happens to naughty waitresses who show up late and forget their undergarments!” huffed Chuck. Her boss crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, smiling ear to ear as the onslaught of tickling ensued. Haley and Julie looked on with open mouths and wide eyes, and started to get even more concerned for their own fates as the truckers who surrounded them began eyeing them up like cherry cobbler.
Lexi shuddered as she felt big Earl's exploring fingers descend between her legs. Her labia were extremely sensitive, and the panty hose enabled his fingernails to slide all around them proficiently. All she could do was whip her head back against Earl's shoulder and giggle uncontrollably as he pitilessly attacked the hairless outer lips of her sweet little ****. Lexi bucked so hard against his wiggling fingers that he had to call over two of his friends just to keep her from pulling her legs down.
The two men excitedly jumped up on the table and held Lexi's ankles high in the air and immediately started to unbuckle her shoes; effectively freeing Earl's hands to explore more of the bouncing blonde's ticklish body. Before she could even see what was happening, the old devil traced another ice cube along the curves of her rounded ass cheeks as he continued to rest one hand between her panty hose clad privates, repetitively tickling her pussy lips with his tireless fingers. Lexi wiggled and battled to suck in precious oxygen between forced bouts of howling laughter. Earl made circles with the ice cube until it melted all over her pink ass cheeks. Poor Lexi was beside herself from all of the torture, and renewed terror set in when the wily men restraining her ankles successfully removed her high heels and tossed them onto the floor.
“Earrrl!! Pleaaahehehehehese!!! Eeeeeenough ahahahahahahaha!!!” she tried to plea with her tormentors. She tried to pull her legs down, but the two strong truckers held both of her ankles tightly with a single arm while scratching savagely at her sensitive soles with their free hands.
Earl reached around with both big hands and explored along the thin nylon material along where the seam met her juicy ****. Earl ran his thick fingers quickly up and down each of her puffy lips; slipping them into the crevices of where her ticklish pussy met her legs, and he wiggled them there for a long time. All Lexi could do was laugh and beg them to show her mercy, which of course, fell on deaf ears, as they were having far too much fun to stop. Lexi was in ticklish hell, and the men ravaging her bare soles were only making it worse. Just when she thought she would faint from exhaustion, Earl knew when to reduce his ticklish assault before she could fall into unconsciousness. He spent the next half hour finding new tender spots; starting and stopping intermittently, leaving her cackling even harder than before.
Finally, it was time for Earl to turn the public show private. He nodded up to the men who'd assisted in detaining his lovely blonde hostage, who were clearly disappointed that their services were no longer needed. Earl stood and scooped Lexi up over his shoulder and lifted her skirt so that the whole restaurant full of horny men could get one more look at her exposed ass and twat as he walked towards the exit. The men all hooted and hollered and slapped her ass as he carried her by. Lexi was begging for him to put her down, but he'd hear none of it and continued strutting toward the door. Just before they left the diner, Lexi looked up to see the randy men surrounding Haley and Julie like a pack of hyenas. The horny truckers held them down on separate tables, and began enthusiastically tickling the poor giggling girls as they were being helplessly stripped naked.
Once he reached his Semi, Earl tossed Lexi in the cab and closed the door; locking it behind him so she couldn't get out. She quickly observed the little room and noticed bunk beds to her left. She darted over to the bunk beds and tried to climb to the top, where she figured she could more easily fend off his tickling fingers. She lifted her arms and grabbed ahold of the metal frame, trying to pull herself up. Earl smiled and pounced her from behind; tickling the vulnerable blonde girl's outstretched underarms mercilessly. She screamed laughter and nearly fell right there, but she still wouldn't let go of the metal bars of the top bunk. She tightened her grip as she remembered how horribly he tickled her in the diner. This of course left her naked torso vulnerable to the diabolical ticklish onslaught of her armpits and bouncing breasts.
She could barely hold on, but Lexi knew if she let go, she would never be able to fight him off of her. She would have to be Big Earl's play thing for the rest of the night. He sneakily unzipped her skirt with one hand while continuing the ticklish attack up and down her sides. In one swift movement, he pulled the last remaining article of clothing down the giggling girl's legs, save for her pantyhose. Lexi panicked and held onto the metal bar for dear life, while swinging her right foot up onto another bar to give herself leverage. Right before she found her footing to jump up onto the top mattress, Earl sped up his wiggling fingers along her sides and armpits, and noting her predicament, he slyly reached his other beefy hand around to flutter against her widespread ticklish pussy mound.
Suddenly, she felt the familiar spider tickles descend upon her nylon covered pussy lips again, and she went completely berserk! She immediately brought her leg back down in a sorry attempt to protect her insanely ticklish ****.
“Aaaaahahahahahaha!!!! NOT THERE!!!!!!!! Pleeaaaaasssse!!!! Ehehehehehehe!!!!!!!!!!! she begged.
“What's this? Ticklish little pussy, darlin? OH how unfortunate for you!! You just wait til I get you down from there... cootchie cootchie coo!!” Earl playfully teased as he raked his fingernails all over her nylon clad privates, and Lexi immediately lost herself in a fit of giggles and momentarily loosened her grip on the metal frame.
That was all he needed as he chuckled and pulled her convulsing body away from the bed frame. Earl tossed his ticklish victim face down onto the lower bunk bed and grabbed a nearby twine as he sat on the backs of her kicking legs, tickling her sides and making her squeal. Before she could get up again, he skillfully hog tied her, first binding her ankles together, and then tethering her flailing wrists behind her back. With a separate piece of rope, he attached the ends of her bound extremities and tied the end off to the metal frame above his head. This position caused her legs to splay open, and raised up her straining arms and ankles. Her body was essentially left immobile, and this unfortunate position also lifted her chest and knees slightly off of the lower mattress. Earl ran his hands all over her supple body, testing how well the ropes held her in place. A few minutes worth of tickling along her delicate sides proved impossible for her to break
free, but not from a lack of frenzied struggling. Earl grinned and scooted down towards the foot of the mattress, quietly removing his own clothes.
Lexi pulled against her restraints and rocked on the mattress, swearing under her breath and making half hearted threats. Within minutes, she felt Earl's hands gripping her ass, squeezing and massaging her ample cheeks. He fingered the thin, sheer material of her nylons where her crotch met her perky ass, and with minimal strength, Earl easily ripped the crotch of her pantyhose and peeled it open across her wiggling ass. She yelped as she felt her last tiny bit of protection tear open a window of unwanted access to her most private, sensitive areas.
After waiting a few minutes to build anticipation, he slowly traced a single thick finger down the center of her now completely accessible ass crack, forcing her to go rigid and squeak out a high pitched cry. He playfully swayed the dastardly finger left and right as he trailed up and down her sensitive crack, eliciting fits of giggles and screams from his bound victim. With the addition of a few more fingers, he frantically tickled the outsides of her bare labia with his sausage-like fingers. She pounded her head on the soft twin mattress and laughed hysterically as he relentlessly attacked her most ticklish area; her hairless ****.
Wiggling her ass as she did in a pathetic attempt at escaping the tickles prompted him to stroke his fat, erect cock with his free hand. She begged him to let her go in between gasps of air, and swore that she'd learned her lesson and would be the best waitress she could be from now on. He smiled at her desperate pleas, and instead brought down the head of his huge cock to glide across her now slick, wet lips.
“Ahhhhhahahahahahahahaha!!! Plleeeahehehehehese Biiiihihihig Eaaarl!!! Not that!!! Anyyythiiiihehehehennnng!!!!!” she begged as he slowly rubbed tip of his cock against her slippery labia.
Stunned, the older man stopped momentarily to let the waitress catch her breath. After mere seconds, he couldn't resist quickly flicking his cock head up and down her quivering slit once again, and sure enough, Lexi crazily tossed her head back and forth as high-pitched laughter erupted from the blonde waitress.
“You are the most ticklish little thing I've ever seen! This is what you get for tryin' to get away from me! Cootchie cootchie coo! Gonna tickle your little pussy with my big old penis! You know you're gonna get fucked, dont'cha? Laugh for me, little girl! Cootchie cootchie coo! I've got you all tied up with your pussy helplessly exposed, and you can't stop me!” Earl taunted.
Lexi was screaming laughter as his now drenched cock head slid ruthlessly up and down her slit and slippery ass crack. She tried to shake her ass from side to side to escape his horrid tickles, but he followed her every move with his long, hard dick; flicking it up and down and alternating side to side. Much to her dismay, Earl found her protruding clitoris and quickly ran his rigid cock back and forth across the sensitive little nubbin.
“Eeeeeeehehehehehehehe!!!!!!! Pleeeheheheaasee STAhahahahawwwp Eeearrrll!!!! Iiiiiitttt tickkkleeessss!!!!! AHAHahahahahaha!!!!!” was all the poor ticklish blonde could get out as his devious shaft took full advantage of her exposed clitoris.
“Nope. You're just gonna have to take it. I wonder how much more sensitive you'll be once I force you to cum! Ha ha ha.... your pussy is mine, little girl!” he teased the giggling young waitress.
“Ooohhohoho nOoooo!!!!! I..I c..cccouldn'tt bearrrr it!!! Ehehehehehehehehe!!!! she cried, now wishing more than ever that she could somehow close her legs to protect her ticklish privates.
“Ready or not, here comes the tickle monster for your pretty pussy! Gonna get your unprotected, ticklish clitty, too!” Earl teased and circled the head of his throbbing penis around the soaked entrance to her ****, causing her to giggle and scream even harder in anticipation of what was to come.
Her bucking hips made her creamy buns shake as he slid his thick meat between her inviting fleshy folds, not yet penetrating; just enjoying the feeling of her slippery wetness. Pinning her hips down to the mattress with his body weight, he pressed his hips against her cushy ass and waggled his fingers sporadically in and out of her exposed armpits. Lexi cackled and wiggled her hips in a useless endeavor to escape his invading cock. As promised, he reached around and maniacally tickled her engorged pink clitoris; sending jolts of electricity throughout her entire body and forcing her to screech with laughter. He kept flicking the fat tip against her wet entrance, every now and then pushing just the tip of the head in and pulling it back out. Earl enjoyed teasing the ticklish waitress, and with every direct jab and rub of his excited penis against her vulnerable snatch; he extracted pure screaming laughter from the beautiful blonde.
Earl chuckled and left his slippery cock head pressed snugly against the entrance of her love hole while tickling both of her upturned feet with all 10 of his fingers.. He raked his short, flat nails down her struggling soles, paying extra attention to the ticklish area right under her toes.
“Aaaeeeeeeee!!!!! Eeearrrrlll!!!! P...pppleeeeaaaaaaaaseee!!!!! EEEHEEEEEhehehehehehehehehe!!!!! she screeched; tears streaming down her cheeks.
The ornery trucker let her laugh for 10 straight minutes; ceaselessly tickling her feet before even acknowledging her anxious pleading. “What's the matter, doll? Ticklish tootsies? I'll bet you'd do anything to make me stop tickling your feet, wouldn't you?” he teased as he scribbled crazily all over her bare soles, his cock still jabbing at the entrance of her **** hole, keeping her aware of its presence with every wiggle of her hips.
“YES!!! Plleeeaaahahaahahaa!!” she erupted into a fit of laughter as he focused directly in the middle of her soft soles. No matter how she pulled and jerked around, the sensitive bottoms of her poor trapped feet were completely open to his ticklish assault.
“Then you're going to be a good girl and not struggle while I untie your ankles, isn't that right?” he asked playfully as he made quick circles around her heels.
“Hehehehehe!!! Y...... you're lehehehehetting me gg...ggoo?? she asked in disbelief, her entire body still tingling as he slowly dragged the pads of his fingers lightly down her soles.
“Do I have to ask again?” he threatened as he started to quickly graze across her plump little toes.
“Noo noooo!!! I... AAhhahahahahahaha!!!! I.... I'll bb....bb be goooood!!! Hehehehehe!!!” Lexi promised, fighting to catch her breath between giggles.
Earl loosened the tether that connected her ankles and wrists, but still left Lexi's hands bound behind her back. Before she could react, Big Earl flipped the surprised blonde onto her back and lifted her bound ankles back up towards the metal frame. He secured her right ankle to the post nearest the wall first, then he temporarily freed her left ankle only to quickly retie it to the opposite post; successfully spreading her legs widely apart and lifted upwards.
“What are you doooing!? I thought you were letting me go!!!” she cried.
“I never said that, darlin. I simply told you not to struggle as I untied your ankles.” he beamed down at her. She was a lovely sight. Her bound wrists behind her back forced her back to arch and accentuate her tits, and her shapely legs, lifted in the air and shackled by her ankles, made a perfect V and conveniently exposed her upturned ass and succulent pussy.
“Please untie me, Earl. I can't take it any more! You've been tickling me for HOURS! I PROMISE I'll be responsible and come to work early from now on!!” she vowed to her captor.
He pretended to listen to her, mockingly nodding repeatedly as he placed his hands on her ankles, then he slid them slowly down the backs of her legs. As his fingers headed closer to her round ass, her giggles started up again in earnest.
“Oh, don't tell me your cute little ass is ticklish too? How unfortunate!” he teased as he spider tickled five fingers on each ass cheek, getting closer and closer to her crack before tickling along her nylon covered bottom again. Every time she shook and bounced around, her titties jiggled much to Earl's delight. He kept tickling her ass with one hand while tearing her nylons just above her pussy mound.
“Oh, Lexi! What a beautiful pussy you have. How nice of you to have shaved it completely for me! But... what's this little...pink.. rosebud... between your legs? Looks like a little button. I wonder what happens when I press it.” he joked as he lightly traced his fingertip around her throbbing clitoris, sending the poor girl into hysterics.
“Hmm, seems to make you laugh when I touch it. That must mean you're happy! Wonder what happens when I do this.” he began as he laid on his stomach, his parted lips mere inches away from her trembling clitoris.
“OOOOOOOH NOOOOOOO!!!!! EARRRRLLLLL!!!!!!!! You're driving me CRAAAAZZZZZYYYY AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” screamed Lexi as the burly trucker took her bare clit into his mouth; his mustache madly tickling both sides of her labia as he suckled the hard little nubbin.
He changed his speed and pattern as he tickled her love button with his tongue; alternating fast, direct flicks in the center, then deliberate, drawn out circles around it. After countless minutes of exclusively manipulating her clitoris, Lexi noticed a warm feeling creeping up from deep within her loins. Her hips started suggestively rolling against his lapping tongue, in addition to hopelessly wiggling her ass side to side, trying in vain to detach her ticklish clit from his determined lips and tongue. Sensing she was nearing an orgasm, Earl redirected his erratically waggling tongue up along the length of each **** lip before sliding back down the opposite side. He darted the tip of his tongue into the entrance of her drenched love hole before zig zagging back up to her pulsing clitoris. Every time he'd reach her clit, she'd involuntarily throw her head back laughing, causing her jiggling breasts to shake like jello.
Earl brought both of his hands down around her ass cheeks, clutching them and pulling them apart with the heels of his hands as he feasted on her naked, captive pussy. With his thumbs, he tickled her ass crack and let his lingering fingers flick against her **** hole and labia, adding a hint of horny moaning to her bursts of giggles. Rotating her hips to avoid his eager tongue only aided in tickling her snatch by rubbing against his bushy mustache. Her head whipped from side to side as he scribbled his fingers up and down to tickle the sides of her hairless pussy; adding to the already mind numbing sensations of her ravaged, captured clit and squirming ass. She suddenly remembered what Earl had mentioned earlier about tickling her after she orgasmed, and she screamed and shook herself out of her lustful trance. Like a wild cat, she frantically pulled against her restraints to fight her urges to cum.
“Uh oh! Getting close, baby? Looks like the tickle monster wants to come back out and play! He's gonna get that little clitty of yours!” Earl chuckled as towered over her trapped body.
“Oh NOO! NO! Please!! Earrrrlll!!! Lexi begged as she closed her eyes tight, preparing for the worst as she felt him climb on top of her. Within seconds, she lost herself to her own giggles as she felt a hot tongue flick over her cherry nipples. Earl slowly licked around her areola, enjoying the sounds of her feminine giggles and protests as he kissed and licked around the squeezable flesh of her breasts. He took a nipple between his teeth and suckled it, letting the end of his tongue stab at it repeatedly. Lexi squirmed beneath him, reduced to high-pitched cackles as he aimed his hard cock right above her unsuspecting clitoris.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAhahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! PLLLeeeahehehehehese Nottt THATTTT!!! Don't make me cuuummm!!! Hehehehehehehehe!!!!” she screamed bloody murder as he slid his thick cock head across her ticklish clit.
With her legs up in the air, nothing could protect her vulnerable, ticklish nubbin as Earl stroked his fat dick all over it. After the unwanted but sensual tongue teasing of her privates, her clit was completely extended from it's protected hood and thus felt every bump and ridge as Earl's cock relentlessly tickled and tortured its tiny prisoner. Earl smiled as he took her other nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth gingerly along the pink flesh as he flicked his dick rapidly against her sensitive clit, pushing her to the verge of orgasm.
“Nnnooooo.... I....c...cann't cummm....” she said to herself.
As if Earl could read her mind, he snickered and positioned the bottom of his veiny, hard shaft against her clitoris and wet slit, while poising his hand just above her outer labia. He ground and wiggled his hips against her clit while fluttering his fingers all over her wet **** lips, all the while never ceasing the nipple sucking. He'd alternate speed and direction as his cock slipped and slid against her clit, shaking his hips and rocking her to the core. After mere minutes of the excruciating sensations of her stimulated clit and tickled pussy lips, she felt the familiar warm feeling rising deep within her loins. When he scrambled his fingers down her ass crack and back to her outer pussy again, she couldn't help submitting to the delicious throws of orgasm completely overtaking her body. Her legs started shaking violently as he traced a finger around her asshole; his slithering cock gliding over her engorged, helpless clitoris.
“Oh!! Godddd!!!! Pllleeeeeaaasseee!!! I ca....I cannn'ttt!!!” Lexi started screaming from the overpowering feeling over taking her as her head pushed back against the mattress.
At the start of certain climax, Earl thrust his thick cock deep inside of her more than ready **** hole, sliding all the way in and out of her delicious wetness. The feeling of her G spot being stroked and caressed by his penetrating cock pushed her over the edge. The fire deep inside of her exploded as the walls of her **** throbbed and clenched down onto his pumping cock. Lexi was flopping on the bed like a fish out of water as Earl's tongue rolled around her erect nipples; his penis continually fucking her drenched ****.
“Ohhh.... Oh God Earrrrlll PLEASE!!! I'm too sensitive!! Pleeeeaaaaahehehehese!!! Lexi screamed when she felt his fingers running savagely over her ribs and sides..
“Hehehehehehehehehe!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Aaaahahahahahahahaha!!!! she shook her head left and right as he tortured her hyper sensitive under arms, wiggling them up and down her sides along her plush bouncing breasts.
He kept his hard cock rolling around inside of her hot wetness, the fat tip tickling her still throbbing G spot as she shook with laughter. The feelings of her hips gyrating against his erection were far too deliciously sinful to describe. He loved the sound of her squeals and futile protests as his hairy balls slapped against her swaying, rounded ass. Every time she pressed her hips down into the mattress in a useless attempt to pull his cock out of her, he'd easily reach down and rapidly wiggle his finger over her slick, ticklish asshole; causing her to push right back against him in ticklish agony. With one hand occupying Lexi's damnably tickly perineum and asshole, and the other scuttling up and down her torso, the overwhelming feeling of his cock impaling her sopping wet **** brought him to the edge at last. Scrambling all of his fingers down on the ticklish blonde's tummy, her responsive shaking and peals of laughter were all it took to force his
big balls to explode. With a rumbling groan, his cock spasmed; shooting his pent up load deep inside of her conquered ****.
Both of them panting heavily, Earl collapsed his body weight on top of Lexi; his cock still buried deep inside of the poor, exhausted waitress. She could feel his penis still flexing inside of her. After a few minutes, Earl reached up and untied Lexi's ankles, then he rolled her onto her side to free her wrists. Her tired legs and arms were too sore to move, and she was as limp as a rag doll as he rolled her on top of him, replacing his semi hard cock inside of her. She was far too weak to protest, and giggled softly as the ornery older man lightly ran his fingers up and down her back, enjoying the feeling of her naked tits smashing against his furry chest.
“So it looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other.” said Big Earl, delighted. “I've decide the time has finally come to retire the old rig and set up a permanent residence nearby.” Lexi's eyes shot wide open as she speechlessly stared at the burly man in disbelief. He enjoyed her terror-stricken reaction and continued informing her of his plan.
“Chuck mentioned how he could use a manager to watch over the diner so he can take some much needed vacation time. Who knows how long he'll be gone...” he winked at the petrified waitress and pulled her naked body tightly against his. Lexi bit her trembling lip as she envisioned the future late nights of ticklish torture she'd have to endure with Big Earl as her boss.
----------------------------------------------------
“Anticipation” by Suikoden
She struggled on the bed. At least she thought it was a bed. Well it was padded and she was lying down on her back so it must be a bed. In truth, defining the furniture was the least of her worries.
“What the hell is this?” She said angrily. She was no shrinking violet, she was struggling hard. The leather straps binding her creaked slightly but there was no danger of them breaking.
She cursed at him. There was rage in her voice, righteous rage but there was a tinge of fear masked behind it.
He watched her unblinkingly, pale eyes framed under pronounced brows, bordered by long, straight, dark hair. His body was totally immobile. You had to look closely to see that he was still breathing.
“Answer me!” She growled, eyes blazing. “Answer me you sick fuck! Do you get off on this?”
She couldn’t move her head that far as a white leather collar was buckled around her neck and attached to the bed by an iron ring.
Similar straps were fastened just above her elbows and at her wrists, over her thighs and just below her knees and at her ankles.
She was spread-eagled but she was still dressed so that was something.
He contemplated one of his hands, turning it back and forth. He admired the shape and length of his fingers, the smoothness of his skin, the sensitivity of his touch. These were his instruments.
“Don’t you dare ignore me you sonofabitch!” Her hands balled into fists, knuckles white as she heaved at her restraints. “Who are you, what do you want?”
He cleared his throat. “The question you should be considering is who are you and what do you want?”
She paused.
“Huh?”
He stepped out of the shadows and she got a clearer look at him. Tall, rangy, long hair. He wasn’t exactly handsome but there was something compelling about his aquiline features. He wore a dark suit and shirt with a blood red tie.
She snorted derisively. Prick probably read Anne Rice novels and thought he was a vampire.
“Who are you, Kimberly?” He asked. “Who are you really?”
He knew her name. She guessed she shouldn’t have been too surprised about that.
“Well let’s see, I’m the girl who’s gonna throw you a beating when I get out of here. I saw your hands. I bet you’ve never done a day’s real work in your life.”
Something approximating a smile played briefly across his lips. “Well there’s work and then there’s work, honey.” He murmured.
“So what is this? Huh, you gonna fuck me, rape me? Can’t get it up normally so you have to resort to this?” Her heart was going nineteen to the dozen but she was determined not to let this bastard see she was rattled.
He raised an eyebrow. “Hardly. I find the idea both repellent and repugnant.” He examined his hands again, frowned and attended to a ragged cuticle.
“So what then? You hope I’ll fall in love with you, marry you, is that it? I bet you go sniffing around my laundry looking for underwear don’t you, you sick bastard.” She just wanted to know what she was here for. She wanted to give it a name. She had to.
“Who are you?” He asked again. He placed his hands behind his back and looked directly into his eyes. They bored into her. She wanted to look away but didn’t dare.
“Why do you keep asking that?”
“You think you are one of the boys. I’ve seen you at work and after work. Cracking jokes with them, shooting pool, opening beer bottles with your belt buckle. Let me guess, Daddy wanted a boy and got a girl so he raised a little tomboy. Hmmm?”
“Fuck you.” She murmured.
“Ah,” he breathed. “Touch a nerve there?”
He sat next her on the bed, the springs creaked ever so slightly. She flinched and was instantly annoyed at herself.
“I want to dig deeper, I want to go beyond that and find out who you really are. I want the truth at the core of the woman you are. I am going to do that by tickling you.”
She was incredulous. “Tickle me? are you fucking kidding me?” She let her head fall back on the bed and relaxed slightly. “Buddy, seek professional help! Tickle me, jeez.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“Oh? You think that’s funny?”
“Well for starters I’m not ticklish so your little coochie-koo game just hit the skids.
“Good, that’s very good.” He murmured.
He reached up to smooth a lock of dark hair from her face. She tried to jerk her head away but the leather collar arrested her movement, reminding her she was at his mercy.
“You see, I don’t want you to laugh. I am going to tickle you long and hard but I don’t want you to laugh. As you are not ticklish, that should be easy, mmm?”
She looked back at him, raw hatred in her eyes. “Let. Me. Go.”
“The reason I don’t want you to laugh is because that is exactly what I want. So you have to resist. Understand. You are quite the little firebrand and I would expect you to deny me my spoils. I want you to fight me. It’s no fun otherwise.”
He looked her over and was pleased with what he saw. She had wavy dark hair to her shoulders, fair skin, brown eyes and a determined jaw. She was athletic and wore a blue flannel shirt and faded jeans. He had removed her sneakers but left her white terrycloth socks on for the moment.
“Let me ask you, have you ever been ticklish?” He asked.
“Fuck you.”
“Ever been held down when you were a kid and tickled by mean cousins or older siblings? Perhaps in college, some guy trying to get to second base decided to clumsily initiate his drunken fumblings with a little tickling? No? Nothing like that?”
“Fuck. You.”
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I was really hoping you would turn out to be more of a conversationalist. Ah well.”
He stared deep into her eyes for long seconds and then gave a small nod as if somehow she had unwittingly transmitted the information he needed.
“I think I’ll start with your upper body.”
“What, hey now don’t you fucking dare!” She blurted out.
He nonchalantly began to unbutton her flannel shirt, his fingernails clicking against the plastic buttons as he pulled each of them apart.
“Oh shit,” she muttered to herself.
He smiled to himself as he parted her shirt, exposing her slowly. It wasn’t tucked into her jeans so when he had finished with the buttons he just flipped the sides apart and bared her torso to his appreciative gaze.
She felt her cheeks blaze. The cool air on her body made her skin tingle.
“Pervert.” She muttered under her breath.
He was well pleased. She had a nicely toned body, slender but not skinny. A deep navel begged closer inspection, perky breasts nestled snugly in a black bra. There was small beauty spot on her lower ribs and the Japanese kanji for “indomitable” above her left hip. It wasn’t the best tattoo work he had seen but it wasn’t bad either.
“Well well, you are rather delicious.” He breathed. He pushed her shirt off her shoulders and bared her smooth armpits.
“fuckfuckfuck…” She whispered through gritted teeth. The rising and falling of her chest betrayed her anxiety.
“Are you sure you aren’t ticklish, Kimberly?”
She turned away and ignored him.
“You see, every little quiver of your muscles tells me a story. It tells me how sensitive you are.”
“Fuck off,” she hissed. She still didn’t look at him.
“I can see the tension in your shoulders. You are desperate to pull your arms down to your sides to protect those delicate underarms. I bet they are beautifully sensitive. You want to hug your arms around yourself to hide your waist and your belly from me. You want to cover your breasts and your ribs, don’t you?”
“Just get on with it you sick fuck. You won’t get any pleasure out of me.” She said defiantly.
He waggled a finger at her. “On the contrary, I believe you will prove to be a most enjoyable diversion.”
He surprised her then by leaping onto the bed and straddling her thighs. She muffled a little gasp. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and loosened his tie.
“We both know you are lying. We both know you are ticklish.”
“Go to hell.”
He pressed down on her upper arms with his bodyweight and grinned.
“Only if you come with me.”
Kimberly tried to buck him off, much to his amusement.
“Sorry, honey. I’m not planning on going anywhere and you certainly aren’t.”
“Why are you doing this?” She begged plaintively. A chink appeared in her armour.”
He relished this. It tasted like fine wine, a full-bodied Zinfandel. He tightened his thighs against her hips.
“You’re getting skittish aren’t you? You are thinking about how you can’t move your arms, how your body is at my mercy.” He looked down at her heaving torso. “I would wager that even now you can feel the ghostly suggestions of tickling to come on your skin. Fingertips circling gently in your underarms, squeezing your sides, tracing patterns on your belly.”
Kimberly squirmed. How the fuck was he doing this? She tried to block out his voice.
“Keep struggling honey, it won’t help. Is your belly button sensitive? Will you explode if I put my fingertip in it and wiggle it around? How about my tongue? If I push my fingers into the front pockets of your jeans and probe at your hips do you think you will be able to keep it together? Say what you want. Your body doesn’t lie.”
She screwed her eyes shut, willing him to go away. “Omigodomigodomigod…imnotticklish..imnotticklish…imnotticklish…”
He ignored her futile mantra as his excitement rose. “You’re going to be sensational. I’m not even sure I’ll ever be able to let you go. I am going to enjoy stroking my fingers slowly up and down your back, teasing your earlobes and your neck. I bet even now you can feel your nerve endings coming alert with trepidation.
“Leave me alone,” she blurted. “This isn’t fair.” He was right, he hadn’t even touched her yet but the thought of his fingers having free rein over her body was excruciating. She tensed the muscles of her belly. Perhaps if she did that it wouldn’t tickle. But what about her underarms? Fuckfuckfuck…
He took hold of her chin and turned her face towards him. “Open your eyes and look at me, Kimberly.” He ordered. “Look at me.”
Kimberly found herself doing as she was told.
Her tormentor smiled, pursing his lips. He held his hands up like a surgeon who had just scrubbed for the OR. He looked at one and and then the other. “I am going to paint my masterpiece with these and you are going to be my canvas.”
Kimberly shook her head in denial.
He stretched his fingers back and forth and gave them an exploratory wiggle.
“I am sure I don’t need to tell you this but you are going to get the tickling of your life.”
Kimberly was breathing so hard she thought she might pass out. She wasn’t ticklish. There was nothing to worry about. She wasn’t ticklish. She wasn’t ticklish. Yes she was! She was so fucking ticklish! She was so fucking ticklish it wasn’t even funny. Every inch of her body was on fire. She felt electrified with ticklishness.
How the fuck had he done this to her? He hadn’t even touched her yet. She was shaking like a leaf. A nervous giggle tinged with mild hysteria escaped unbidden from her throat.
A beatific smile played across his lips and his eyelids shuddered in something like ecstasy.
Kimberly pressed herself as far into the bed as she could as the long elegant digits descended languidly towards her defenceless midriff. They wiggled this way and that like the exploratory feelers of a predatory sea creature.
“No, wait!” She cried out urgently.
She knew it was futile though as she watched the fingers come close….closer….closer.
She tensed her muscles. She closed her eyes. She bit her lip.
None of it helped.
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"The Book of LOL (The Next Weeks)" By Jesus Christ
“Where is the board game,” Izmaal hissed as he paced back and forth before Dee who sat in a large chair, her arms tied to the chair’s and her legs propped up on the desk and bound at the heels.
The room was on the corner of a large apartment building, a single window which spanned at least ten feet from one end to the other, stretched across the wall in a huge semicircle. Behind the desk, in the light of the cloudy day, Izmaal moved back and forth with the silence and perfection of a noble ghost.
“I ask again,” the masked interrogator said, “where is the board game.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She replied as she breathed evenly, attempting to prevent a shiver of terror. She had seen the damage that the Titilare could inflict, and she knew that all that she had been given, even in that small kiss, was less than an infinitessimal amount of a percentage of their true power.
“My dear Diana,” Izmaal purred as he stopped in the middle of the window, facing Dee’s large feet, “I know you played the game. I know you read the card, it will be better for you to reveal the whereabouts of this game.”
“Why do you want it so badly?”
“Does that question implythat you have the game?”
“I already told you I don’t!”
Izmaal sat down before her. “Then my dear, it appears I will have to draw it out of you by force.” Izmaal drew his hand in a curving line for about five inches on the table. His finger’s wake left an apparent burn mark there. He did the same near the first mark. After a moment, the marks grew small legs, lifted from the table surface, and began advancing toward Dee’s feet.
Dee watched the creatures, which turned out to be millipedes making a slow, purposeful advance toward her. Her eyes were wide with terror, she didn’t know whether she’d feel pain or sheer titillation. “Craaaap….”
“Tell me where the game is.”
“I don’t know…” She said as the millipedes gained an inch closer.
“You played it.”
“But the game isn’t with me!” The bugs were five inches away.
“But, you read the card.”
Although Dee knew Kea had read the card, she wasn’t about to let the Titilare know that. “Just because I read a card doesn’t mean I know the whereabouts of the whole game itself.” Four inches to go. Dee’s toes curled in terrific anticipation and her feet began sweating, adding an extra lustre to her already shining soles.
“Time tickles down slowly my dear,” Izmaal teased, using a pun on the terrible sensation which he knew she’d soon experience. “Tell me where I can find it.”
Three inches. Dee whimpered, she wished suddenly that she weren’t so sadistic toward her cousin Ajani, perhaps if she weren’t so villainous to her, she might not be in the situation that she was about to be thrust into currently. “I don’t know where you can find it. I’m just a player.”
“You know where to get it from,”
“I know where to get a lot of stuff.” Two inches. “Damn, damn, DAMN!!” She looked to the dark ceiling, and remembered that the only true light in the room was the light from the window.
“Where did you buy it from,” Izmaal looked her in the eyes. His were dark, oily orbs in his head, that did not show any humanity behind the golden mask.
The millipedes began to speed up. She could feel their stubby antennae softly cruising along her soles; she jerked back, and forth slightly, tears began forming in her eyes. “Please Izmaal,” she whimpered, “I don’t know anything.”
If she could see his mouth, he might have smiled sociopathically. “Then you can play with my pets until you learn.” The millipedes began to crawl along her soles, using the infinite number of wrinkles as footholds as they danced on a sole that moved with the ferocity of a starved mad dog massacring a stuffed bunny dipped in meat sauce.
Dee threw her head back, her eyes shut tightly and her mouth stretched open as her final plea for freedom was uttered in a wail that was filled with a terror of the knowledge that she was bound in a chair that was stuck between a rock and a hard place, with the addition of an even more ticklish situation unfurling underfoot.
“HELP MEHEHAHAHAAA!” Ajani’s screams filled the dimly lit room as she waved her arms in futile attempts to block the misty arms and hands that crawled all over her body. She thrust her hand out before her to push away a face that sailed toward her. As she did so, a misty hand screwed itself up her sleeve and embedded itself in her left armpit hollow.
“NAAAHAHAHAA…STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!”
She fell back to the wall, giggling like a patient in a madhouse as she tried to dig it out to no avail. The feathery fingers of her assailant marched in place like a soldier, caressing the warm moist earth that was her sensitive flesh under the heavy boots that were its fingertips. As she laughed and screamed, she felt another hand crawling through her pant leg. As it reached her knee, Ajani lost balance and tumbled to the floor, her eyes wide and her white teeth glistening in the dim light.
“Where is the other that was with you?” The smooth voice asked as if nothing were even going on.
“OH PLEEHEEHEEASE…” Ajani screamed as another misty hand danced along her left breast, she managed to grab hold of it and toss it to the air, it fell back to her and dug into her belly, she curled into what could have been a ball and tumbledo n her side. “WHY DON’T YOU HELP MEEHAHAHAAA!?”
“I am here to get answers, your interrogation will be complete when I learn what I came for.”
“I’LL TELL YOU ANAAAHAHAAAHAHAAA!!!”
“Anything? Is that what you said?”
“ANYTHING YOU WANNA KNOHOOHOO!!”
“I don’t want to know anything, I want to know only one thing.” From the shadows of the dimly lit room, a slender man with pale brown skin emerged. His hands were cased in silver and he wore a similar cloak to the other inquisitors. His sharp nose turned downward at the vulnerable young woman who screamed as two more misty hands danced along her breasts.
“I DON’T KNOHOHOW…IDON’TKNAAAHAHAHAAAA!!” A hand popped off one of her shoes and dug into her socked foot. Another hand tore off her remaining shoe and its sock and dug into her bare foot.
The man knelt low, his eyes almost staring into her own. They were dead, but angry, like a man who had been murdered, or executed for a crime he didn’t commit, if there is even a difference. “I give you one more chance Miss Ajani…Where is your sister?”
Kea slid down the side of a ravine and dashed through the forest of Rock Creek Park. The forest was alive with screams of people who had come the same way, fearing the sudden plague which had come in the form of beasts who could bring the dead to rise from the earth, or to cut down an obstacle with a flick of their own wrists. From what she had seen since the past two weeks had inched slowly by, there were three types of these beasts which had come to the earth.
The first called themselves Gargali, they were the most brutal, they dragged people along the ground, ripping heir clothes from their bodies, and tickled people until they crapped their pants. They had no care for gentleness or chivalry, and often fought with each other over the more ticklish captives. They were outwardly arrogant, and sadistic, and more people feared them than the other two invading forces.
The black wings of the beasts who had come from the clouds beat against the air above, whistling madly and interwinding its sound with the sound of the helpless laughter of three men who dangled form the grips of the monsters as they scribbled their devilish fingers along their desperately thrashing soles. Kea watched them as they passed through the break in the trees overhead.
The second force called themselves Knismon. They were more gentle than the Gargali who were obviously their cousins. The knismon could seduce a man or woman into bed with them, and gently stroke, lick and probe their victim into insanity. And the Knismon were so good at their strategies that their prey often willingly submitted to the wills of their coaxing invaders. Some men even fell in love with the Knismon women, and some women fell under the spell of the men.
The Knismon appeared gracious, even benignant, but Kea feared them most of all, because unlike their cousins, who were brutally honest to their desires, the knismon were more deceitful and trapped their prey the way Ajani used to trap chess players when she played a game on Florida Avenue.
A large couple who looked to be husband and wife, tumbled down the side of the ravine, they were covered in those dark fuzzy creatures that had attacked Ajani. The two people were cackling like witches that had too much laughing gas. They struggled to extricate themselves from the situation, but they were too weak to handle the onslaught of the devious creatures. Kea watched them fall, roll to a stop in a large puddle, and splash and beg for help. It broke Kea’s heart to deny them, but she knew she might not survive herself if she stopped to help them. She forced herself on.
The third invading force, which Kea saw firsthand was the Titlare. These, she discovered, were feared by both the Gargali and the Knismon. These dark cloaked, clever minded, quasivirtuous and determined individuals took few people prisoner, and of those which they did, Kea found that they either were never seen again, or their fully clothed skeleton, including their hair, was found in the room where they had their encounter.
Kea knew very little about the third group, they seemed to be almost observers of the scene. Walking slowly, like monks in meditative thought, heads bowed, hands folded at their chests, all at peace while all around them the dams that bound Hell broke down. She could only hope that her sister and her cousin were still alive. She couldn’t stand the thought of them being reduced to skeletons with hair, lain out on some floor, undignified, though in death what dignity there was Kea couldn’t see.
But what she really wondered about were the fourth invading force, which had not yet reared its head. The Hysterim. She had heard the name over a hundred times in the past two weeks, yet, she had never seen or heard them. She had a clue that they were not well liked, the Gargali and Knismon often said their name in their own language while they conversed. They must have been good, or at least benign to some extent. The visitor, Laphar, had said that they should be found before the Gargali or the Knismon find them. Either of those two, would never let them go.
And who was Laphar? Was he Gargali or Knismon? He looked like a violent beast, but Kea remembered having a very good feeling throughout the five minute session where he played with her belly like a concert pianist.
What would Dee say? She wondered as she found a street where a car had been abandoned. She found the keys in the ignition, she thanked her lucky stars and jumped in. She placed the board game on the seat next to her and turned the vehicle on.
Two women hung from the jungle gym in the middle of the playground. One wore a gray t-shirt, and cut up blue jeans, her bare feet reached down to the sandals below, but couldn’t quite get them. Her skin was a yellowish brown and her black hair was worked over to the point that it was lifelessly straight. Her name was L’Vedah.
Beside L’Vedah, was a woman somewhat taller than her, she wore a black belly shirt, though she had no belly. Only a slender tummy which was more suited to the shirts which had such a deceptive name. Her sweatpants were gray, and her sneakers hung below her feet. Her orange-brown skin accentuated her full lips which were lacquered in black lipstick. Her name was Tiffany.
They both hung from the Jungle Gym because they wished to please their friend, Malaazi. He had met them on the street, spoken with them, and told them what he wanted to do. He didn’t want to force them, and they knew they couldn’t out run him. He took down the beast that had come after them initially.
“Are you ready ladies?” Malaazi’s voice sailed along the air.
“Sure, whatever.” They both replied with smiles.
Malaazi walked from behind a tree. He was tall, slender, dark, and wore a black suit that fit him far better than the suits on Armani commercials. He wore a purple shirt that shined slightly and a black tie. He looked at them with half lidded eyes and a sly smile filled with extraordinarily white teeth. His long well made shoes, and everything else for that matter, spoke of wealth. Even the neatly done micro cornrows that were so long that they were braided down his back had to be done by someone who was paid a lot of money.
“Then, let us begin.” He placed his hands gently on Tiffany’s torso and felt it up and down. She smiled and glanced at L’Vedah as she sniggered a bit from his gentle touch. He looked at her smile for a moment and went back to work. He kneaded her sides and found that Tiffany’s obliques were very sensitive to a gentle touch.
“Tell me my dear, do you like it when I do this?” He pressed his fingers into her obliques. Tiffany tensed up and belted out a great cackle. “I take it that you do. What about if I did this?” He pressed his mouth to her navel, an outtie, and blew on it.
“WOOOOHOO!” Tiffany squealed as she swung her legs around. She lost her grip on the bars when Malaazi’s tongue swept along her navel. “HAAAAA…Heheahahaaa…”
“I’m WAY more ticklish than her Malaazi.” L’Vedah said as she fell from the monkey bars. Malaazi invited her to lie beside her friend. He knelt before the two women, smiled, and began dancing his fingers along their bellies. Before long, the two women were a cackling mess. They never asked him to stop, they never even tried to roll away. It was the seduction of Knismon.
It wasn’t just the Gargal, the Knismon, or the Titilare that had come from the cloud. There were other creatures as well. For instance, there was a large pink furry spider with eight human eyes that blinked in unison. It’s legs were human arms, and its feet were gloved hands. They had taken shelter in the tunnels of train systems and malls. Pentagon City Mall was besieged by them, and had been quarantined by the nearby Pentagon. Inside, hundreds of people laughed with reckless abandon as the forty fingers of each beast held them rapt with terrified, forced mitrth.
The Blue Line to Franconia Springfield had become jammed with trains that crashed into each other, or were stuck by the huge pink beasts. Operators were trapped in their compartments as they were besieged by the pestering creatures. Above ground metro stations had become feeding frenzies for The Gargali who sailed over stations like, Arlington Cemetery, Rhode Island Avenue-Brentwood, Greenbelt and Naylor Road. They would fall down, pick up a random woman or man and bring them into the air and disappear over the horizon, their prey struggling to release themselves, even at the cost of death by plummet.
“I will ask you again, Diana,” said Izmaal as he rested his head on Dee’s shoulder, “where is the game board?”
“I…I don’t know…” she whimpered. “GAAAHAHAHAAA!!!” She roared as Izmaal’s fingers dug in her sides. She rocked the chair in an attempt to retreat from her attacker.
Ajani lay on the floor of the dungeon, her legs raised to the ceiling by two silver monkeys that hung in the rafters. They held her ankles, her feet mere inches away from their wiggling fingers. Ajani’s eyes were bugging out of her head with terrific anticipation of what was to come.
“PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!” She begged, even though the monkey’s refused to let up. They seemed to enjoy making her squirm from fear instead of actually touching. Dread at times proved to be an even more unbearable torture than the most painful nail peeling, or the sensation of a needle piercing the lens of one’s eyeball.
“Ajani, Ajani, Ajani…” the interrogator cooed, “such a lovely name, and yet, such an ignorant brain.” He began to make his way across the room. Ajani reached out to him and grabbed his ankle in desperation.
“Please,” she begged, “don’t leave me with these things!” Her eyes were like saucers and her voice trembled with horror.
“What reason do I have to not allow my colleagues to work you over from the bottoms of your delicate yet oh so complex feet, to the tips of every strand of your hair?”
“Please…it’s inhuman!”
“I am not a human.” He pulled his ankle free and stepped away from Ajani’s thrashing hand. “I’m not bound by human laws of morality.”
One of the monkeys planted a kiss on Ajani’s bare foot. “EEEK!! PLEASE! HAVE SOME MERCY ON ME!”
“I’m not your savior, woman,” He turned the handle on the door and it. “I’m quite dumbfounded as to why some of the bastardizing creatures on this planet are so in love with your kind. You’re so stupid, your race, as a whole. I can’t see the appeal of such unenlightened creatures.” He closed the door as he left.
“Oh god…” Ajani looked up at the monkeys who smiled knowingly at her.
“How do you know?” asked one.
“Huh?” Ajani had not expected the monkeys to talk.
“How do you know that God will save you?”
“He always comes through.”
“How do you know it’s a He?”
“I just know…”
The monkey peeled back Ajani’s sock, her moist bare foot cooledi n the dark dungeon air.
“He could be a She.”
“M-m-maybe…” She stuttered as she eyed the furry silver finger as it dangled lazily above the many uncountable wrinkles on her sole.
“But, how do you know this isn’t God’s will?”
“God wouldn’t do this…”
“Well that’s bold of you.” Interjected the other monkey. “Assuming what God would do and what not.”
“Please don’t tickle me.” Ajani stated as she realize she possibly pissed off the monkeys.
“Oh’ we’re not going to acquiesce to that desire.” They said in unison as they dangled their fingers so the soles of Ajani’s feet met the dreadful scrape of their soft fur. She gritted her teeth as their penduline strokes came closer and quicker.
“HELP! HELP! DON’T LEAVE ME IN HERE WITH THESE THINGS! PLEASE SOMEONE HEELLLP!!!” Her voice echoed through the halls, and no one said a word, they went about their business, except for the interrogator, who smiling, lit a cigarette.
“Laphar…” Yazabil whispered as she nibbled on his ear. The dark beings sat on a stairway at a part of the old castle that had fallen into the sea. The stairway went down twenty more feet and then ended abruptly where the rest of it had descended into the ocean. His elbows were on his knees, and his chin rested on his hands which were folded into one fist. “Laphar…”
“Yes my love?”
“Do you have a plan of action?”
“If our enemies come here?”
“Of course.”
“Do you?”
“I am always prepared.” She whispered, “I have a thousand and one plans of escape.
“So did the fox.”
“What?” She loosened her grip.
“There was a fox and a rabbit.” Laphar whispered, still staring out at the sea. “The fox and rabbit always sat in this little clearing that was flanked by woods and shrubs. The rabbit asked the fox what it would do if it had to run if a hunter came by. The fox said that it had a thousand plans of escape, and couldn’t be caught by a mere hunter. The rabbit said it only had one.” He paused and watched the rolling waves crashing against the cliffs in the distance. The foam rose and fell, spraying all in its path with its whitish material.
“What happened?”
“The fox laughed and made the rabbit feel foolish for having only one means of escape and even counseled him on other methods. Another day, the two were in the clearing, and enjoying their time. That day, a hunter came. The rabbit disappeared through it’s sole means of escape. The fox couldn’t decide on which route to use.” Laphar turned to Yazabil, “Can you guess who ended up on a dinner plate?”
She smiled, her teeth glistening in the sunlight, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, the other thousand are just fail safes.” She watched Laphar nod. “And besides, the fox only had a thousand.”
Laphar rose to his feet and began to walk down the stairway, Yazabil walked with him, holding his hand in her own. They stopped at thelast step and stood there, inhaling the salty air, listening to the tide crash against the cliff below. One day, they knew, this whole castle would fall into the sea, and they with it. Their ancestors, their history, their life, their love. It would all be claimed by the ocean. They figured they might as well get acquainted with it.
They and all the other beings in the world could feel that the end was near, and it wasn’t a madman’s cry to the heavens; it was a message, whose evidence was so clear, so certain, that it could be felt in the bones of even the smallest creature and was expressed by even the mightiest wave.
The ocean knew for certain, that there would be an end, and that all would be reclaimed by it in time, and that the cycle would begin again. The patient, sometimes tempestuous sea would give life back to the world, and revoke it at her own will. But her will was delegated by something more, and that something, even the ocean didn’t know. She could only talk of her own plans; and those plans themselves were frightening in themselves. Yazabil and Laphar dreaded what force would command the will of the sea, because that force was the one which gave the go ahead for the clock to tick down to reclamation.
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"Mind Fuck" by CrystalLight
I met this guy last night.
It wasn't intentional. I was at the book-store surreptitiously (or so I thought) looking for the right fuck-fiction novel that keys to my individual .. interests. Of course there isn't going to be anything directly tickling related, but I was hoping for something bondage-y enough that I could just incorporate the rest into my fantasy.
I had found something along the lines of it and was reaching for it when he stuck his hand out and grabbed it. I whirled around, pretty fucking pissed that this asshole creeped up and is attempting to make off with my wank material. I glared at him as he stood there, seemingly studying me as he tapped his fingers along the cover of the book, a bemused expression on his face.
He had deep blue eyes which I worked to focus on as the way he moved his hands across the book caused things to stir within me that I felt he had no fucking need to cause. I really wasn't in the mood. I was tired and sexually frustrated, I just wanted to go home, read the book and get my rocks off.
"Are you going to buy the book or feel it up?" I asked, exasperated that the expression on his face had hardly changed. However, after I questioned him, his mouth raised in a slow smile. I shivered and stuffed my hands in my pockets to keep myself from reaching out and grabbing him.
"What does it matter? Perhaps I'm just being patient." He turned the book over in his hands and cocked his head to the side, almost as if he was encouraging me to beat his reply.
Something weird was going on. I was drawn to this man in a way I've never experienced before. And the fucked up thing about it is I felt like I've interacted with him before. The energy and stuff, you know?
He was a little taller then I was. I think if I stepped on my tippy toes I could match his height. He had a full head of brown hair and those eyes. Blue. Deep. Almost probing. I shivered again and focused on formulating a cunning reply guaranteed to make him give me the book back.
"Yeah. Well I wanted that book."
Brilliant.
He tucked the book under his arm and leaned against the pole behind him, clearly enjoying the exchange. I shifted from one leg to the other, my impatience rising as I felt another wave of familiarity crash into me.
"Hmm. Are you sure it's the book you want? I have a feeling that it might be missing something that you're really looking for."
I blinked quickly and brushed my hands through my hair, bringing it around my face to hopefully cover the blush I felt covering my cheeks. I think I knew this man and I think I was attracted to him. I also knew that I hated him. Hated him for making me falter like that.
Fuck him.
"You know what? Keep the fucking book. I really don't care. And as for what you are feeling? I don't really care about that either. So keep your arm-chair psychosis' to yourself, guy."
Satisfied with my reply I spun on my heel and began to walk away. I was about half-way through the store when I felt a hand grip my arm tightly and begin yoking me back into a darkened corner of the store, trapping my back against a shelf as his front pressed into mine.
I opened my mouth to scream and he slapped his hand over it, causing only muffled yelps to push through. I worked to push off of him but he was strong and only pushed his hips against me more whenever I thought I had gained enough leverage. My heart was in my chest, but I couldn't escape the building heat beginning to nestle and spread within me. I was excited by this man and he knew it.
"I know exactly what you want." He whispered, his mouth pressed against my ear. His other hand toyed with the edges of my t-shirt, lifting it and dropping it as I pushed my back further into the shelf in attempts to keep my hips from pushing against his. I was good and hot and wanted nothing more then to find out what was next. The fact that we were in a public place made me nervous as I didn't enjoy the element of being caught by some stranger. One of his fingers grazed against my abdomen, curling in slightly against my flesh and bringing forth a whimper from my covered mouth.
I could see the smile spread across his face despite how dim the lighting was. I tightened my body and brought my hand up to grab at his wandering one. Deftly he reversed my grip and began applying a consistent pressure to the point in my wrist. Shock waves of desire rushed through me as I felt my body slowly give into the erotic sensation.
"You like this.. being teased. Trapped and unable to move." He dropped my wrist, ignoring my whine and began to work his hand up my shirt, his other still firmly clamped over my mouth. I brushed my hips against his and felt that he was hard. Excitement raced through me as I realized he was as into this as I was. I wanted more and I knew he did too.
"I think there's something else you like too.." He glided his hand into my underarm and began scratching lightly. I jolted backwards, well as backwards as I could. My eyes wide as I fought back the laughter bubbling within me. I wasn't going to give it up. I wasn't going to give it away. He was going to have to work for it.
He leaned his head down and began biting gently along my neck as he worked his fingers, methodically tracing and finally settling down along my sides and hips. He squeezed, caressed, stroked and straight out tickled every inch of my upper body until my throat hurt from the muffled screaming I was doing against his hand and my eyes had begun to water. My panties were soaked and I could feel my clit pounding in unison with my heartbeat.
He stood back, finally releasing his grip around my mouth. I took a deep, shaky breath and reached out for his shirt, the need to pull him closer intensified. To feel more. He had me hooked and I wasn't even close to finished. He slid his hand along the waistband of my jeans and I moaned quietly, no longer caring who saw us. I just needed to be released.
He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down my legs, squeezing my inner-thigh and wrapping his other arm around my waist as I tried to jump away from the ticklish sensation he just caused. He positioned himself behind me, pulling my ass against his hips and then resting his head on my shoulder. I squirmed against his touch, pressing and grinding against his length. I knew we were close.
I bit down hard on my lip as his hand traveled down the front of my panties. I was aware of everything; his arm around my waist, his breath hot in my ear, his cock pressing against my ass. I threw my head back and sucked in my breath as the pad of his finger began tracing my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut and thrust my hips forward, I needed more. More. More. NOW.
"P...please. Please." PLEASE.
He chuckled softly and began nibbling my earlobe as his hand finally made contact with my clit.
One slow circle.
Everything inside of me lit on fire.
I wasn't done and he knew this. But that didn't stop him from pulling his hand back, dropping his arm from my waist and spinning me around to face him. I was so shocked from the sudden change of events that I could just sit there and gape at him.
"You want more? You come to me."
He pressed a slip of paper into my hand and grabbed my face in his hand. I leaned towards him, clenching my fist around the paper as if it was a lifeline. He smiled at me as a shimmer of.. something flashed in his eyes. He suddenly shoved me back, shoved his hand down my panties and thrust two fingers inside of my ****, his breath hissing out quickly as I began to spasm against him, my responses made up of nothing more then strangled gasps.
"Come."
His fingers rubbing my core.
"To"
My body throbbing.
"Me."
He pulls it all out and walks away.
I fall to my knees, my hand rushing to finish what he caused.
I hurriedly re-dress myself and rush out of the store, working to keep my head down and hood up. I did want to be able to show my face again someday. Once out into the Autumn evening I remembered the slip of paper and pulled it out.
It was his address, of course.
He was on the other side of town.
And I had more then enough gas to get to him.
I stared up at the sky, reflecting on my experiences. Everything has always been safe or pre-planned. If not those two then it was almost expected. But this man.. he was holding a door wide open. A new door. One that I had no idea of what could be lurking on the other side.
It was a challenge.
I liked a challenge.
I accept.
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"Shades of Gray" (One More Than Others) by Marquis De Sade
5AM:
Workout. Exercise is crucial to a good night’s sleep.
12PM:
Lunch.
1PM:
Lock the door. “Hold all calls.”
Pill Form:
Acetylcholine
Serotonin
Dopamine
Noradrenalin
Check my levels and draw the blinds. Set my alarm for three hours from now.
4PM:
“Reschedule everything for tomorrow.”
5PM:
Traffic. Home. Dinner.
No T.V. Unplug the phones. Lock the doors. Set the alarm for five hours from now.
Pill Form:
Melatonin
10PM:
Turn the strobe light on above my bed.
Lay back down.
Close my eyes. Every muscle relaxes, sinks into the mattress. The muted flares from the strobe light explode and dissipate like fireworks set off just below the horizon in a midnight sky.
With the lights off, my eyes closed, my dark glows white. Then it fades, flickers and then diminishes back to black.
Flash.
Afterglow radiance fades slowly back to midnight.
Flash.
Concentrate on my breathing.
Relax.
Sleep.
FLASH
Open my eyes. Look around. Logic is the first to slip. Everything unlearned. I know nothing and everything all at once.
Here, now, in every direction is forever white. There is no Right or Left, no Up or Down.
I’m missing dimensions.
This is how I know I’m still wide awake and dreaming.
I need a focal point to ground myself.
Tilt my head back.
FLASH
Try and count the flashbulb pulses in my forever white sky but no numbers exist.
Logic is the first wall that crumbles.
I construct her from memories:
Pixie Haircut Punk Chick, streak of pink in her hair in a vintage rock shirt, jeans and scuffed shoes.
The kind of girl who fucks you to rock music on the hood of a car she broke into just to turn on the radio and give your sex a soundtrack before she lights her own cigarette.
The kind of girl who makes the ritual of chase worthwhile.
She sees me and knows what I want. She makes a run for it. I tilt my head and raise my hand.
I snap my fingers and wonder sometimes if I smile this wide while I’m still asleep.
FLASH
My world, my dream, my rules. Punk Chick’s studded belt unbuckles itself and wraps itself tight around her arms.
Her shoulders squeezed up, pressed together to her sides like the exaggerations you see in comic books and cartoons.
Probably where I got the idea from.
The belt tightens. Her breasts bulge from the pressure. She cries out as she stumbles, trips and crashes into the ground.
If there was one.
FLASH
Like a horror movie Bad Guy I just walk over. Minus a chainsaw or a hook for a hand, I watch as she scrambles.
Her name is Kat.
Simply because, well, I said so.
Kat says to go fuck myself and she tries to get back up again but both her legs are now shoved into just one pant leg.
The fabric of her jeans straining.
What I can make happen here I’m damn well going to.
Because, why not?
FLASH
Kat lies on her side, eyes closed, teeth clenched and groaning as her belt continues to wrap itself around her.
There’s no end to it now. The metal studs catch the flashglare of my strobe light somewhere in the forever white sky of my coherence.
My real life.
The belt gets as long as it needs to. Wraps itself around both of her arms, pulling itself around her upper body tighter and tighter.
Until Kat’s gasping for the air she really doesn’t need.
I slacken it just enough for her to still swear at me. I like her fighting. I like her just as I made her.
The belt loops in between her arms, her elbows, draws her arms up behind her back and buckles itself around her chest.
Her boobs are fucking huge.
Kat angrily thrashes. Her legs still straining in her jeans while I grab a hold of her second slacked pant leg.
I draw her legs up behind her.
More of the same belt wraps around her calves, thighs, her ankles and in a matter of seconds I can’t count, her hogtie is final.
FLASH
Kat lies on her stomach. Look of strain on her face as she’s bent backwards like a pretzel.
Her spine, arched in a bow.
I kneel beside her.
“Can you move?”
“Fucking stupid question.” She hisses through gritted teeth. Body shudders as a whole as I unlace her skater shoes.
“Don’-” No time for dialogue. I have no sense of time here. I gag her with some leather muzzle something I must’ve seen somewhere.
Square patch of padded leather pressed over her mouth. The buckle and latch system around the side of her jaw line.
Kat glares at me and growls, deep and hate-filled as I slide both shoes off her feet.
Then her socks.
FLASH
Kat shuts her eyes, hands become fists and her upper body wiggles like a worm still in shock on a fishhook.
Constricted but still at full force. Her strength vibing into the stretches of forever white all around us like heat waves.
Kat throws her head back. The square patch of leather pushed away from her lips by the force of her scream.
Her body rocks back and forth. One small, soft bare foot protects her other one as I switch from what might be her left to her right.
Logic is the first to slip.
I concentrate. Log her reactions to each cause I produce to cause her to react all over again.
A single slow soft stroke and I get a muffled whimper.
More fingers, I get more of a reaction.
Louder, more garbled. Her little feet themselves express what she can’t in proper words.
Her feet flexed back.
Her toes all scrunch.
Kick.
Every movement in time to a scream.
Some panicked howl.
One finger, a harder, deeper stroke and I get one foot flexed and flapping about in panicked response to my touch.
My tickle.
Her other little foot tries to kick my hand away.
Downward strokes produce, loud, deepened grunts and groans. Angry guffaws and muffled curses at what’s being done to her.
Her consent was never invited.
Kat moans and cries. Her body shakes. Trembling with every stroke and, slow, purposeful, finger, drag.
Her left foot, maybe. Her right foot, maybe.
Logic slips, passion takes its place and smiles when it finds out its free of any imposed restriction.
The difference between freedom and anarchy can be a few inches of slack and how much of her skin is exposed.
Kat sobs once she realizes she’s allowed herself to cry.
FLASH
Her sweat darkens her shirt, makes it heavier, clings to her like a second skin she peels off of her body.
Bra unsnaps. She steps out of her jeans.
Unbuckles her own gag.
Kat takes in her first full breath in however long, she tilts her head and smiles at me.
“How much time do we still have?”
“No idea.”
“Can you stay awhile?” Her panties slingshot right at me.
“Why?”
“I need a car and some rock music.” She smiles her smile and she says, “I brought my own cigarettes.”
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"Bloody Tears" by Starburstz91
Our memories haunted me more than they would ever haunt him. I would spend days, sitting on the bathroom floor, just crying my eyes out. I always would wonder why at the end of any relationship, I would be the one who changed; the one who couldn't move on. Then there he was; happy and had a new chick as an accessory. Why can't I be that? Why did I have to be the one heartless and broken? No matter what, all my fragile strength would be gone, at that moment.
It's been days, but as I felt no surprise, I walked through my hallway as if it were another day. My eyes dreary with sorrow; I opened up the bathroom door. No more crying I would tell myself everyday, just to make myself seem strong. As any person could see, it wasn't working. I glanced to my left, at my own reflection. He entered my mind; raced right through. The hurt was growing stronger; the tears began to drip out like a leaky faucet. I rolled my green eyes as the daily routine was happening again.
Facing the mirror now, I whined in the thought of my lost one. I breathed heavily, trying to cause myself to stop. Try to think of something fun, something nice; something that makes me smile. I finally clenched my eyes shut, facing my face down into the sink, spilling out shrieks and cries of helplessness. Bending over a little bit, I rested in that position, thinking of him and how pathetic it was for me to start crying again.
Seconds went by; they soon turned into minutes. Minutes turned into bigger minutes, which grew into an hour. My body sunk onto the floor under me, my limp wrists wiping the leftover tears on my cheeks. I glanced in front on me, and then the rest of the white walls around the room. I took a sigh of relief, thanking God that the hurt was over for now. I sat there, thinking to myself about my life and where I've ended up. I had my own place, a job. Life couldn't be all bad. Loneliness can't be so painful.
And yet, the words I tell myself are just part of the routine. I'm sick, I cure myself. It's almost as if it were a common cold; it hits you in different ways, it's hard to treat with the same medicine.
I brushed off the heartbreak and slowly stood myself off from the ground. I rested my palms on the bathroom counter for a few minutes, dragging my head up. Suddenly... I heard something. A pound... a crash? It was so strange that a sudden noise was heard inside my apartment. I slowly took small steps to the bathroom entrance, softly grabbing the doorknob. The eerie of the squeak sound echoed throughout the hallway as I stuck my head out. My eyes were wide open; curiosity was seen clearly.
Bravely, I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me. I bit my lower lip as I felt my heart pound with nervousness. I looked around my surroundings, catching nothing. It was soundless. I finally decided to walk into different rooms to find out where the sound came from. The first place I checked was the living room. It was common sense for me; certainly someone would rather use the front door than a window.
My eyes gazed upon the living room as I slid my body slowly in it. I look at the familiar sites in front of me. I saw nothing, and heard nothing. I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling, looking upon it. Maybe I wasn't hearing anything, reality wise. Maybe it was nothing, and maybe it was something. Whatever that something was, though, it wasn't here any longer.
Turning around, I suddenly shrieked in surprised. My jaw hung open in horror, my legs automatically walking backwards.
"D- Daniel..." I stuttered softly, almost whispering. "What... what are you doing here?"
My eyes laid across my ex- boyfriend, standing there, almost as surprised as I was. I couldn't believe he was here, in my apartment. It was almost as if the flush of memories came rushing back to me; the demons that were killing me in the first place. He was back, and I couldn't believe it.
"Christy, I really need to talk with you," Daniel said, staring at me. I could tell he was serious; he had that same look in his eyes when he broke up with me.
I took a moment to be in the moment, as I stood there, frozen. I suddenly straightened myself out a little bit, and blink a few times. "What is it?"
"I... I think I ended it too soon..."
"Oh? Now you think that? It's been almost a year, Daniel!"
"Look; I know it has been a very long... and difficult break- up for the both of us, but I've been doing a lot of thinking."
"Oh, well, so have I. Do you know how much hurt you've caused me, Daniel? Do you REALLY know?"
Daniel began to glow a soft shade of pink, glaring at me. "Will you just let me finish, Christy?"
I exhaled, looking angerly at him.
Daniel sighed, taking his eyes off of me and setting them on the ground. "Listen; Like I said before, I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I've realized that I shouldn't have let you go. All the other girls I have been with don't compare to you. There's a piece of me that is... gone ever since we departed. I just... I just think we should try it again. So, Christy, are you willing to take me back?"
My eyes have turned from hatred, to shock. I was surprised at his offer, and I felt as though all the times I've wept over him weren't even worth. We found ourselves just looking at each other, re- visiting the past. This was all I ever wanted, for us to be back together, for me to be happy again. How could I refuse that offer? I started to believe that dreams can possibly come true.
My mind drifted to the day we broke up. The angry outburst he had about my feelings for him, my worriedness of him cheating. He hurt me so badly, that I almost went mad. I know he has a temper, and he can be a real jerk. I told myself over and over again that it is worth getting back together with him. However, that terrible, dreadful day that I still looked upon haunted me, and I didn't want to go through that again. I sighed, drifting my eyes to the right of me. I couldn't look at him.
"Go home, Daniel," I told him, releasing the tension in my fists. "I want you to stay away from me. The past is the past; don't make a future out of it."
The silence was putting great tension in the room. I glanced at him. Daniel was just standing there, staring at me. He was frozen and had this blank expression on his face. Finally, Daniel loosened up a little, and sighed quietly to himself. I did the same, crossing my arms. I studied his eyes as I waited for him to leave. I remembered the same hazel color that used to bring me joy, and I noticed the piercing of loss in his eyes. I missed looking into them, and I knew this would be the last time.
Daniel inahled deeply; exhaled loudly. He stared at me, crossing his arms slowly. His angry expression said enough; he was definitely pissed. However, the small smirk appearing on his face slowly and awkwardly opened my eyes a bit; made me think a little.
"I know you miss me. No- no. I know what you miss."
Daniel started to take small steps, walking slowly into my direction. I found myself instantely backing away, in fear of the anticipation. My heart was throbbing; pounding hard against my chest. We stared at each other, watching him becoming closer.. and closer...
The back of my hands touched the wall behind me. I backed my body against it, his face inches away from mine. Daniel's body was pushing up against mine, locking me into the small, yet opened, space. I had to look away from him, but his warm fingertips dug into my cheeks, his hand forcing my head to face his. I didn't even try to pull away; I wanted to hear what he was going to say to me. I want him to think what I have missed; have him look stupid for once. I would love to see his thoughts shattered, even if they were some of the smallest that didn't mean much.
As we stood there for a few seconds, looking at each other, trying to read our minds, he leaned his lips leaned his head into mine. I soon felt the soft touch of his lips against mine. Memories once again flashed into my mind, and I found myself kissing back. I remember how we kissed almost anywhere and everywhere, and I loved the way he tasted.
However, I knew this kiss wasn't for love, but for power. I pushed my head back, as far as it could go, to make Daniel stop. He did, and opened his eyes. He pushed his face against mine again, trying to kiss once more. I clenched my eyes shut. I moved my forearms to his chest, and pushed as hard as I could. To my surprise, he backed away. He was pushed away, by someone like me. I never thought I would touch Daniel like that, and be the least bit of aggressive.
The glare in his eye disturbed me as he started to fight with me, pushing me against the wall again. I started to protect myself, shrieking as I began to push him harder and found myself to be tougher than I actually knew.
"Don't you want to know what you miss, Christy? Don't you, Baby?" Daniel taunted me through his gritted teeth. His upperbody grinding against my left side, pushed up against the wall to hold me still.
I twisted around underneath Daniel, yelling at him to stop. I didn't even notice his voice or cared about what he was telling me. I knew he was wrong. Daniel is always wrong. He doesn't know me; nobody knows me.
"Remember this, Christy?"
The aggression of his fingers dug deep into my stomach, right in the center. I felt him squeeze over and over again, causing small shocks and butterflies go through my body. My eyes widened, and my breathing became harder. I tried hard not to show signs of satisfaction, even though we used to do this before. My lower lip would tremble gently, a quick smile would form on my face; I would burst into instant giggles at the smallest touch from him. The ticklish tummy assualt started to erupt into my vocal cord, causing my face to blush softly. I didn't dare move my eyes away from him, to show him I'm not as weak. However, I soon found myself clenching my eyes shut, bending over just a bit, and gritting my teeth to cover the light giggles.
"You didn't think I would forget about how ticklish you are, now did you?" Daniel asked me, moving his hand quicker and stretching his fingers out.
It was hard to believe how vulnerable my stomach was to Daniel. In fact, my whole body was. Even though I thought my tummy was having a bad time already, I soon felt the fingers of Daniel reach onto the left side of my ribcage, that being squeezed and prodded as well. I let out a loud shriek, having myself being unbelievably ticklish. Daniel's index finger found its way in between two ribs, wiggling madly in the soft area. He did that to each one, going up and down, over and over again. The squeezing on my stomach moved to the side, now clawing his hand on my left side.
My giggling was getting harder, my struggling becoming tougher. I felt like a little girl: blushing, screaming, laughing and squirming like crazy. My back was arching more and more and my knees were moving closer together, getting a little weak. I was moving closer to the ground; well, at least trying to. Anything to get away from the tickling.
"I know you love this, Sweetie." The teases were already starting. False ones, but somehow made my skin more sensitive. It was mentally making me weak, making it almost impossible to escape the moment in my mind.
"I remember how I would just tickle you all the time... You could NEVER get away from me. Kind of like now, huh? Huh?"
By this time, I was already sitting on the floor, Daniel still tickling my ribs and stomach. For a minute he finally stop, giving me a few seconds to collect my breath. As I sat there, breathing heavily, Daniel made himself comfortable by spreading his legs apart and sitting on my inner thighs. I started to realize that I was in the steps of becoming helpless and extremely vulnerable. Daniel always did this to me. It was like he tried to force me to like tickling, but it never worked. I always felt weak and embarrassed, wishing I wouldn't have to relive the scene again. I knew for seven months that Daniel liked something about making me laugh physically, buy he never admitted it.
Daniel was moving his hands towards my ribs, slowly, causing the anticipation on my mind and body. I bent my knees softly, wiggling my upperbody from side to side, moving my hands to hug my ribs. I tried my best to keep from Daniel tickling me again.
"Now, sweetie, do I really have to keep those hands away from me?" The maddening nineteen year old asked me, as used his hands to grab both of my arms.
He started to pull them away from my body, carrying them in the air. My eyes shot open, biting my lower lip as I realized what he was going to do. I tried to yank my arms out of his grasp, struggling as much as I could possibly move.
"Noo, noo! Daniel, don't do this!" I screamed at him, as he slammed both of my arms against the wall, my arms now above my head.
Daniel aggressively pulled both of my wrists together, and then using one of his huge hands to keep them together. His tightening fingers around both of my wrists completed his accomplishment in making me very vulnerable, and from me to keep my arms at my sides again. I strained the muscles in my arms to pull them down, but it was only tiring me. My eyes opened up, to see what Daniel's next move was. He smirked at me, chuckling softly at my helplessness. My lower lip began to uncontrollably tremble and my face began to blush lightly. I could feel it getting hot, just thinking of how embarassing I must look; just thinking about how helpless I make myself seem. He knew I wasn't strong.
From the corner of my eye, I saw his right hand coming toward me. I instantly watched it, my breathing beginning to heavy on my lungs. Daniel was going straight for my ribs; he knows it's one of my badly sensitive spots. I tried to back into the wall the best I can, kicking my legs behind Daniel. I squirmed my body as I could, hoping to get away from him and his tickles. It was almost impossible, though, for me to get out of my position.
Before I knew it, I began to feel the scratching of his fingertips along my ribcage. I shrieked, arching my back instantly. My eyes clenched tightly shut as the smile began to form on my face. Daniel was going a little rough on me, scratching and stroking along both sides of my rib cages. He was going back and forth, soon prodding at them. Daniel would spread out his fingers in one spot, and bring them all back in, letting me feel the soft touch along my skin, through my shirt. The cloth rubbing against me was terrible torture, and I bursted out laughing.
"Aww, I knooow how ticklish you are here!" Daniel was telling me as I continued to attack my ribs.
After a few torturous minutes along my ribs, Daniel darted for my tummy again. My body begged to bend over, but the position my arms were in made in extremely difficult. I did, however, bend my head over, facing downwards as I clenched my eyes tightly shut and laughed harder, for there was nothing else I could possible do to escape his strength. The wise fingers were clenching a hold of my sensitive skin, digging deep into the stomach, and squeezing over and over again. The tickling was spreading all around my tummy, paying close attention to the sides and waist line. I was being squeezed over and over again, and each "ha" coming out of my mouth increased louder and harder.. and I couldn't stop it. I was being over- powered, my fragile strength not comparing to his strength.
"Do you know how ticklish your tummy is, Cristy?" The whipser flew through my ear; Daniel's warm breath blowing in my left ear. I moved a little to the right, not helping myself.
I couldn't form words; I was laughing to hard and the tickling was spreading over my brain like frosting on a cake. I couldn't stop anything. Helplessness was over- powering my brain; the swelling pounding in my head.
I stopped pulling on my arms and I stopped moving my body. It was lasting too long, and I barely had any physical strength to even try to make Daniel stop. Daniel, noticing this, reached behind himself and started to scribble on my knees. I didn't want to deal with this anymore. I couldn't handle it anymore. My laughter was becoming silent and my body was becoming more sensitive by the minute. His tickles never got old, and he was in control once again. He squeezed and scribbled and squeezed and scribbled, and just tortured my kneecaps, along with my brain. My anger was building up... my emotional weakness wanted to strengthen... I can feel myself want to explode in screams at the top of my lungs. I wanted to kill myself over the way he was.
Finally, I erupted. Tears were leaking out of my eyes and splashing puddles on my jeans. I wasn't laughing anymore, but whining and shrieking, crying myself out. I didn't even notice that Daniel stopped tickling me, and let my arms slide along the wall. I was sitting there, mad and upset, and fed up with his gravity that he surrounds me with, even when he's not around, and even if I don't want to be near him.
My wet eyes were looking straight ahead, staring at Daniel's chest as I cried. I could feel his eyes glaring at me, and I even heard his heart pound. He slowly moved his neck down, to level faces with me. We forcefullly stared at each other, looking into each other's thoughts. As I cried, he stared, and as I thought of nothing but what has happened to me, Daniel, for the first time, was the one confused.
Daniel stood up, and left after a few minutes of resting on my legs, and trying the think of what the hell I've been feeling. I knew he couldn't know, though. He never fell in love with me, but instead, only fragile strength. I thought I was strong... I thought I could over- power a heart break. But, I was kept, restrained, to him. I drowned in his love, and I didn't know how to sink up, but thankfully brought back to life. I understand how Daniel works; how love works. How my love works.
No more will I weep tears of loss, but will open my eyes to relationships I will encounter, and not be blinded by love.
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Absolutely amazing. I have to say it was fun to be a part of this project and I hope we can all collaborate on some more things together. I will write a better review of this collection when I get more time later.
Just joking.
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