This is a story I wrote a few nights ago out of boredom. The idea of posting it here encouraged me to touch it up and finish it properly. It's part one of three stories, which I'll hopefully post here if anyone thinks this is any good. Tell me what you think, criticism is most welcome. Enjoy the show.
BVG
Operation: Prison Riot
Part I: Vivian's story.
The small fortress in front of them was illuminated by searchlights manned by lazy guards, an island of light in the middle of a dark wood. Vivian lay beneath a bush in her camouflage and watched the men’s camp through her binoculars, searching for the weak point in their defences that would allow her to enter undetected. The building in question was a massive, single-storey concrete square, with a flat roof that allowed the guards to watch the surrounding space from all directions. It probably had one or two basements where the prisoners were being held. The trees around had been cut, meaning that Vivian had about ten metres of open ground to cover before she could make it to the walls, where the basement entrance was.
That won’t be too hard, she thought to herself smugly. The guards assigned to watch were clearly lax, to busy entertaining each other with crude jokes to pay proper attention. When the spotlight passed again, she would run for the wall.
There it was, momentarily blinding and then gone again. Vivian shot up, a thin, agile shadow invisible against the darkness, and bolted through the empty space. She hit the wall of the fortress without a sound and froze, listening to see if she had been spotted. Even in the dead of the night, the wall was warm, radiating with the heat charged from the summer day. Above her, the chatter continued uninterrupted, so Vivian opened her small toolbag and prepared her lock-picking devices. They were simple instruments, but in her trained, nimble little fingers they could have been nanobots. With a satisfying click, the lock was opened. Vivian pocketed her tools and slowly opened the heavy wooden doors, careful not to make a sound, revealing the pitch black basement below. Probably safe, but she un-holstered her stun-gun anyway, and silently dropped down. She was a light woman, and only five feet-four inches tall - coupling this with her training and specialised boots, she hardly made a sound against the stone floor.
Too easy, she told herself, the irony being that it was only a second before realising that she was screwed. From nowhere, she was grabbed by several pairs of hands. Out of reflex, she tried to scream, but it was muffled by a gag. The ceiling light flicked on, but not before a blindfold was slipped over her eyes and tied firmly in place.
‘Search her,’ a male voice commanded, and Vivian was pat down by the four men holding her in place.
She heard the zipper of her jacket being undone and twisted away, but it was no use. Moments later she felt the air on her, and her taser being removed. Underneath her jacket, she had a flat, athletic stomach, and ribs that showed perhaps a little too much, below her B-cups housed in a black bikini. She heard the basement door being closed somewhere above her, sealing her doom.
‘Looks like you fell for our trap,’ said one of the other men. ‘You didn’t think really make it this easy, did you?’
How could she have been so careless, Vivian thought, the evidence of a trap seemed obvious now, it had certainly been too easy. She wondered how long she had been spotted, and if Cassie and Kristin had been spotted. If not, they were her only hope of escape now, though infiltration seemed impossible now.
‘Take her to her cell,’ said that familiar commanding voice. ‘We still have the other one to deal with, though I doubt it will be any harder than this.’
Vivian’s predicament grew from bad to worse when she was taken to her cell, stripped down to her bikini and tied, spread-eagle, from the ceiling. Her gag had been removed, but her blindfold remained. It was an obvious offer; they wanted information. And she knew that even if she told them, the penalties for espionage were harsh. Perhaps it was the weather, but even in nothing but her swimwear, Vivian was far from cold. How long would rescue take? She knew that any attempt tonight was optimistic at best. She could be here for days, and all the while they would want answers…
A lock clicked and the iron doors slid open and closed. Footsteps. Finally, she shivered. The pale skin of her short, slender body shone under the dull light globe above her. Black shoulder-length hair a mess from the previous struggle, but at least it matched what she was wearing! The restraints had pulled her taut, and Vivian was more aware of her exposed ribs than ever, but what truly caught the eye of her captor were her legs, stretched diagonally on either side of her. Naturally, they were slender things, with tiny feet at the end, but they kept their curves, seamlessly from ankles to her firm, round buttocks.
‘You should already know that I have come here to ask you a series of questions.’
It was the voice of the commander. Vivian remained silent, but she recognised the voice. He was the leader of the group, then he was Alessandro, according to her Intel.
‘While I don’t expect you to answer them immediately, it would make it easier for both of us for you to co-operate.’
‘Cooperate with male scum!’ Vivian spat, laughing. ‘What do you think I am?’
‘You don’t sound too sure of yourself. Let’s begin the warm-up, shall we?’
Despite her defiant outburst a moment ago, Vivian couldn’t help but tense up in vile anticipation as the man walked around her. He sounded young - they all sounded young - but that hardly made any of them any less sadistic. It was a war, after all, between men and women, and either side did their best to torment and humiliate their prisoners.
From behind her, five pairs of fingers raked down her sides. Vivian twisted in her restraints but calmed herself.
‘So this is how it’s going to be, is it?’ she asked spitefully, biting down the urge to giggle.
‘Of course,’ Alessandro replied. ‘Who wouldn’t pass up the chance to tickle those ribs of yours, stretched so invitingly?’
Fuck, Vivian thought to herself. Of all the freakin’ places!
The fingers ran their way back upward, from the base of her ribs to her underarms, causing her to gasp and shudder. She squeezed her eyes shut behind her blindfold, determined not to give her captor the satisfaction of hearing her laugh. At first it was firm stroking, that she could handle, but soon his fingers began to wriggle between each rib as they made their way up and down, over and over again. Jaws clenched, Vivian held her breath and struggled uselessly against her restraints, but the tickling didn’t stop for a moment.
‘Any moment now,’ Alessandro taunted.
Vivian grunted defiantly, but she had to breathe sometime! Finally, she opened her mouth and sucked the precious oxygen back into her lungs; she was breathing fast now. The fingers dug between her ribs and she jolted upwards like a spring, letting out the faintest squeak.
‘What was that?’ her captor teased. ‘You want me to tickle you there?’
He dug his fingers between her ribs again and wriggled them back and forth. Vivian arched backward as far as her restraints would allow and, with another surprised squeak, tossed her head back. She couldn’t help it now, there was nothing else to do; she had to laugh. Between each sharp inhalation of air came whispered, shuddering intervals of laughter, shaking her entire half-naked body that began to glisten as beads of sweat formed. Her concave back was already soaked with it.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, her captor’s hands became more frantic, spider-ing up and down, across her ribs from front to back, fingers squeezing in unpredictable patterns. Vivian shook in her chains more violently than ever, and when that didn’t work she, at last, squealed and erupted into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
‘Hahahahaha!’ she laughed, bucking backward and forward. Dare she beg? She knew she couldn’t talk, but this was unbearable and screaming for mercy seemed more and more inviting as the minutes ticked by. She could hardly breathe, she couldn’t think. All the while her captor said nothing - merely tickled her mercilessly. Her nerves were on fire. How long? How long?
When the tickling stopped, Vivian was drenched in her own sweat, her chest heaving up and down as she gasped for air. She had lost track of time, and hung limply from her chains, flushed and exhausted. But this was far from over, and she knew it.
This is far from over, Vivian thought grimly.
‘This is far from over,’ said Alessandro. He lifted his hands back to her ribs and slowly massaged them with his fingers as he spoke. It was enough to keep her twisting and gasping. ‘I want to know the location of your camp, and when they are planning to assault this fortress.’
‘Assault this fortress?’ Vivian gasped, squirming restlessly and Alessandro worked her over. ‘I don’t - know what - you’re talking - about!’
‘We have your friend screaming her lungs out in the other room. If you don’t talk we can guarantee she will very soon. Save yourself the needless suffering and just tell us what we probably already know.’
‘Nice try, asshole, but I’m not telling you any-’ Vivian’s reply was cut short as the attack on her ribs was renewed with a vengeance. Her body swung in a small arc and she squealed before bursting into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. His fingers scuttled across her torso to just beneath her bouncing breasts, where they probed firmly, wriggling and vibrating. At this, Vivian let out another squeal and tossed her head around, flicking her black hair everywhere as she lost control of her wits. Again, the tickling went on, her tormentor silent and unwavering. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, all she could do was feel those damn vibrating fingers!
‘This is only the beginning, believe me!’
‘Yahahahahaha! Stick it - up your arse!’ Vivian managed to scream between laughs.
To her surprise, the tickling stopped again. She let out an involuntary sigh of relief and let herself dangle limply again, her ribs pink from all the tickling. She heard his footsteps, moving away from her, and then the sound of cranks as her chains were pulled tighter, stretching her upwards. Then her legs were stretched wider, until each of her big toes only scraped the ground. She was suspended and utterly helpless now.
‘Uuh,’ Vivian moaned in alarm, just as her chains stopped pulling, leaving her hanging without an inch of movement to spare. More footsteps.
‘Let‘s see how tough you are now.’
Vivian tried to lurch as she felt her bikini top being untied. It fell to the ground, revealing her soft little breasts.
‘Oh god, no!’ she exclaimed as she felt something cold and wet touch her ribs, and realised that she was being lathered in oil. It was rubbed all over her torso and breasts, and even now it tickled horrendously! She tried to wriggle but there truly was no more room to move, so she hung there, muscles tensing again and again, shameful giggles escaping her shuddering lips.
Alessandro took his time rubbing the oil all over her quivering body. He made his way into her armpits, slowly up her arms and over her shoulders. She was breathing heavily again, and could feel herself becoming aroused. He must have known, because he cheekily squeezed her womanhood through her bikini bottoms when he was finally done, making her jolt in her restraints and grunt in frustration and embarrassment.
Like nails on a chalkboard, he ran his fingers down her sides, from the hollows of her armpit all the way down to her hips. She sighed loudly and tilted her head back, all the movement she could manage. When he dragged his fingers up again he wriggled them, making Vivian aware of just how sensitive this oil had made her. She was already giggling. When he squeezed the bottom of her ribs she became as rigid as a board, and then the all-out tickling assault commenced once more. The fingers glided across her naked top with ease, and she shrieked with laughter, but pulled this tightly, there was not a single thing she could do about it.
Just when she thought matters couldn’t get worse, the hands made their way down to her taut wastes and dug in, as she felt lips seal around the skin over her left ribs and blow a raspberry. Vivan howled with laughter, shuddering all over but completely incapable of doing a thing. Her head whipped back and forth violently but Alessandro had no mercy - her ran his spidery fingers over her oiled-up belly and blew another raspberry on her ribs.
‘AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE!’ she screamed. It took her a moment to realise that she was begging.
‘Where is your camp?’ Alessandro asked, his fingers unrelenting on her belly, one even making its way into her navel and vibrating firmly against it.
‘I C-C-CAN’T -TELL -YOU!’ she shrieked, convulsing in her restraints. ‘SUCKER!’
‘Have it your way.’
He tickled her belly more firmly, squeezing and releasing it in quick succession, and then blew another raspberry on it. She couldn’t move away at all to lesson the sensation, so Vivian moaned in tickling agony instead, sweat and oil very visibly running down her legs. He would get to them soon enough, too.
Alessandro stood up straight and pressed against Vivian’s wet, sweating body. For the moment she was silent except for her rapid, heavy breathing. He lightly ran his fingers down her back, causing her to shudder and tense up, and rested his hands around her soft, but firm buttocks.
Without a word, he began to thematically squeeze with his fingers, and behold! She was ticklish there, too, but even she hadn’t realised until now. The surprise caught her off guard, and she released a feeble, anguished moan. Her breaths drew sharper and more rapid once more, her giggling louder and louder with each one, tilting her head back and breathing her warm breath all over Alessandro’s chin and neck. He lowered his head, pressed his lips against her neck and began to nibble and kiss with his teeth. She put up no resistance; it wasn’t torture like the assault on her ribs, but it was still bordering on a sensory overload. Her giggly breaths soon became quiet, quick moans as Alessandro’s kisses became firmer and longer. Every now and then he would slip in a bite too, making her jolt, reminding her that he was controlling everything she felt.
His mouth moved down slowly. To her chest. Over her erect nipple. Along her ribs, where he blew another raspberry.
‘Ooooooh-ha-ha-ha-ha!’ She moaned and laughed simultaneously, her muscles tensing and body shuddering.
His hands glided across her butt, downward and around to between her stretched, sweat-soaked thighs. He blew a raspberry on her stomach and began to tickle away between her legs, fingers spidering lightly, gliding up and down. Vivian would have bucked if she could, but all she could do was clench her fists, swing her head back and howl.
‘No my legs!’ she squealed.
‘Feel like talking yet?’
‘I don’t know anything, I swear!’
‘We’ll see,’ said Alessandro, digging his fingers more firmly into her inner thighs and dragging them up, slowly, painfully, and then down down again, wriggling them slightly as he did. The sensation made every nerve along her thighs scream. She was screaming too, but he didn’t stop. Not for a second. She could feel his fingers digging into her very muscles, mercilessly, and had never truly realised how ticklish her inner thighs were until now.
Every muscle in her body was tight, pulling endlessly against her restraints, but it was no use. She was flushed dripping sweat all over, head swinging back and forth as she gasped for air between shrieks.
‘Are we ready to talk? I can go all night if I have to…’
‘HAHAHAHAHAHA - NEVER!’ Vivian shrieked. ‘YOU - HAHAHA - BAST- HAAAA! NOOOO!’
She wasn’t expecting it, but when she felt it it pushed her over. Alessandro pushed his tongue against her bikini thong and licked, rubbing right through it against her clit.
‘HAHAHAHA! NO! Nonononono! HAHAHA!’ Vivian protested.
Slowly, through the agony of the tickling, she felt herself being forced to come. She couldn’t resist, she was laughing to much to focus on anything.
‘Oooh - HAHAHA-OOOH-’
And then he pulled back.
‘Nooo-ho-ho-ho-hoooo!’ Vivian groaned between laughter. The assault on her thighs hadn’t slowed one bit. That was where he left her, on the very edge, only to be tickled now. His mouth hung beside her womanhood - she could practically feel his breath! She realised she was - only very slightly - thrusting out toward him, but it was no use. She knew he wouldn’t let her climax.
Vivian was shrieking again, at the top over her lungs. She couldn’t talk. She couldn’t betray the plan either, and Alessandro would give her no mercy.
When he stopped, Vivian was a mess. She couldn’t control her spasming muscles, and a large puddle of sweat had accumulated beneath her. She heard Alessandro’s feet walking away, without a word. She was light-headed, and she wasn’t sure if she cared or not anymore. At least about herself. All that mattered were keeping the secrets safe until the could be rescued.
With a splash, Vivian was hosed with freezing water. She squealed and pulled against her restraints, and then it was over. It was only a moment before she heard footsteps coming her way again. Her breathing sped up with renewed fear, and she lowered her shivering head. When she felt hands untying her thong, she moaned, knowing whatever was coming couldn’t be good. Her last item of clothing fell away, leaving her completely naked. The water had taken away some of the flushing, but not on her embarrassed cheeks. Her perky, little breasts hung naked from her chest, nipples as erect as ever. Her bare, freshly shaven womanhood rested between still-quivering thighs.
‘Freshly shaven, I see,’ Alessandro commented with amusement.
‘It was purely coincidental!’ Vivian answered, knowing where he was going.
‘So it’s true, the girls do spend time getting ready before they come to meet the boys.’
‘And the boys don’t?’
‘The boys don’t count on getting caught!’
Something went click.
‘What is that?’
‘Those are sharp ears you have,’ said Alessandro, walking circles around Vivian. He stopped and placed the tip of a strange, metal cone against her arm-pit. Vivian moaned. ‘This nifty little device has a name, but that’s not important. What it does is important, and I’m quite sure you are feeling it, aren’t you?’
Vivian could feel it. The device - whatever it was, was arousing her entire body, focusing from the point where it touched her. Her ran it down her ribs and she shuddered, desire welling in her even more. She moaned again, yearning, as he stroked her with it. He stepped in front of her and ran the cone’s side along her belly. Vivian convulsed with arousal, moaning and screamed when he turned the tip of it into her belly button. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before - her body didn’t know how to handle it - her mind didn’t know how to handle it.
Alessandro lifted the cone off her, and instantly she could feel the immediate effects ebbing away. She was aroused, but not nearly as much as when it was touching her. But then he pressed it against her left nipple, and again Vivian screamed, pulling uselessly at her restraints, but she could not escape its touch, nor the overwhelming hardness in her nipple. She twisted, left and right, but with so little room to move it was easy for Alessandro to follow her nipple without breaking contact.
He pulled back again. The urges dulled themselves, again, but not as fast. Vivian hung limply and sighed. She knew where he would soon put that thing. Footsteps. He was walking behind her. He ran the cone down her back and she thrust herself forward (or tried to), howling. She was dying. Dying to be touched - by anything but that horrid device! Its tip ran down the small of her back to the top of her buttocks. Vivian was seeing stars now. She rolled her head around and moaned as her helpless body was teased like it had never been before, and the muscles in her arms and legs lost control of themselves as he ran it across her crack.
In a continuous motion, he ran the cone down to her thighs and rubbed it along its side, moving downward. Slowly. Vivian was about to scream again when he lifted the cone off her skin once more and walked around. Sure enough it was coming, the ultimate torture.
Vivian’s arousal had only just eased slightly when she felt the flat side of the cone being pressed against her inner thigh again. She moaned and twisted, but her legs were stretched so tightly already that they didn’t move. The muscles in her thighs were as hard as rock when he probed them with the tip of the cone.
‘Uuuuuuuuuuuh,’ Vivian moaned weakly, her entire body shuddering.
‘Feeling ready to come?’ Alessandro teased.
‘Oh, please,’ she answered, but it wasn’t sarcasm this time. She was actually pleading.
‘It isn’t going to happen until you talk.’
She could feel it now. Slowly, the tip of the cone was making its way to her womanhood. She wasn’t sure if she would even survive this. And then the flat of it was on her.
‘OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!’ she moaned, her body would have been shaking like some sort of jelly-woman if her restraints had permitted it. She couldn’t breathe. Her whole naked body was flushed again. Her feet had gone numb. She couldn’t breathe. He held the cone there, pushing more firmly, forcing her arousal to rocket through the roof. Nothing in the world mattered anymore, only that she come. Her arms and legs weren’t fighting to be free anymore, but pulling instead in an effort to reach down there and satisfy her. She couldn’t breathe.
Vivian was woken moments later by another spray of freezing water. She was still terribly aroused, but nowhere near what she had been when he had the cone pressed against her.
‘I think it’s time you talked,’ Alessandro said from somewhere in the room.
‘I think its time you went and fucked yourself,’ Vivian replied. No matter what, she had to keep the vital information she held a secret. She pleaded in her mind that her friends were holding out too, that what she was doing wasn’t going to be in vain.
Alessandro walked over to Vivian and placed a large, open box down beside her. From it he took pairs of black, circular electrodes and began to stick them all over her body. Two between her thighs, on her stomach, over her breasts, on each side of her ribs, on her back and beneath her buttocks.
‘I take it you know what these are,’ he said.
‘Yeah,’ Vivian answered flatly.
‘I know you’re not going to talk yet, but when we are done with this, the tickling is going to start again, then the cone. Over and over. We have all night.’
BVG
Operation: Prison Riot
Part I: Vivian's story.
The small fortress in front of them was illuminated by searchlights manned by lazy guards, an island of light in the middle of a dark wood. Vivian lay beneath a bush in her camouflage and watched the men’s camp through her binoculars, searching for the weak point in their defences that would allow her to enter undetected. The building in question was a massive, single-storey concrete square, with a flat roof that allowed the guards to watch the surrounding space from all directions. It probably had one or two basements where the prisoners were being held. The trees around had been cut, meaning that Vivian had about ten metres of open ground to cover before she could make it to the walls, where the basement entrance was.
That won’t be too hard, she thought to herself smugly. The guards assigned to watch were clearly lax, to busy entertaining each other with crude jokes to pay proper attention. When the spotlight passed again, she would run for the wall.
There it was, momentarily blinding and then gone again. Vivian shot up, a thin, agile shadow invisible against the darkness, and bolted through the empty space. She hit the wall of the fortress without a sound and froze, listening to see if she had been spotted. Even in the dead of the night, the wall was warm, radiating with the heat charged from the summer day. Above her, the chatter continued uninterrupted, so Vivian opened her small toolbag and prepared her lock-picking devices. They were simple instruments, but in her trained, nimble little fingers they could have been nanobots. With a satisfying click, the lock was opened. Vivian pocketed her tools and slowly opened the heavy wooden doors, careful not to make a sound, revealing the pitch black basement below. Probably safe, but she un-holstered her stun-gun anyway, and silently dropped down. She was a light woman, and only five feet-four inches tall - coupling this with her training and specialised boots, she hardly made a sound against the stone floor.
Too easy, she told herself, the irony being that it was only a second before realising that she was screwed. From nowhere, she was grabbed by several pairs of hands. Out of reflex, she tried to scream, but it was muffled by a gag. The ceiling light flicked on, but not before a blindfold was slipped over her eyes and tied firmly in place.
‘Search her,’ a male voice commanded, and Vivian was pat down by the four men holding her in place.
She heard the zipper of her jacket being undone and twisted away, but it was no use. Moments later she felt the air on her, and her taser being removed. Underneath her jacket, she had a flat, athletic stomach, and ribs that showed perhaps a little too much, below her B-cups housed in a black bikini. She heard the basement door being closed somewhere above her, sealing her doom.
‘Looks like you fell for our trap,’ said one of the other men. ‘You didn’t think really make it this easy, did you?’
How could she have been so careless, Vivian thought, the evidence of a trap seemed obvious now, it had certainly been too easy. She wondered how long she had been spotted, and if Cassie and Kristin had been spotted. If not, they were her only hope of escape now, though infiltration seemed impossible now.
‘Take her to her cell,’ said that familiar commanding voice. ‘We still have the other one to deal with, though I doubt it will be any harder than this.’
~
Vivian’s predicament grew from bad to worse when she was taken to her cell, stripped down to her bikini and tied, spread-eagle, from the ceiling. Her gag had been removed, but her blindfold remained. It was an obvious offer; they wanted information. And she knew that even if she told them, the penalties for espionage were harsh. Perhaps it was the weather, but even in nothing but her swimwear, Vivian was far from cold. How long would rescue take? She knew that any attempt tonight was optimistic at best. She could be here for days, and all the while they would want answers…
A lock clicked and the iron doors slid open and closed. Footsteps. Finally, she shivered. The pale skin of her short, slender body shone under the dull light globe above her. Black shoulder-length hair a mess from the previous struggle, but at least it matched what she was wearing! The restraints had pulled her taut, and Vivian was more aware of her exposed ribs than ever, but what truly caught the eye of her captor were her legs, stretched diagonally on either side of her. Naturally, they were slender things, with tiny feet at the end, but they kept their curves, seamlessly from ankles to her firm, round buttocks.
‘You should already know that I have come here to ask you a series of questions.’
It was the voice of the commander. Vivian remained silent, but she recognised the voice. He was the leader of the group, then he was Alessandro, according to her Intel.
‘While I don’t expect you to answer them immediately, it would make it easier for both of us for you to co-operate.’
‘Cooperate with male scum!’ Vivian spat, laughing. ‘What do you think I am?’
‘You don’t sound too sure of yourself. Let’s begin the warm-up, shall we?’
Despite her defiant outburst a moment ago, Vivian couldn’t help but tense up in vile anticipation as the man walked around her. He sounded young - they all sounded young - but that hardly made any of them any less sadistic. It was a war, after all, between men and women, and either side did their best to torment and humiliate their prisoners.
From behind her, five pairs of fingers raked down her sides. Vivian twisted in her restraints but calmed herself.
‘So this is how it’s going to be, is it?’ she asked spitefully, biting down the urge to giggle.
‘Of course,’ Alessandro replied. ‘Who wouldn’t pass up the chance to tickle those ribs of yours, stretched so invitingly?’
Fuck, Vivian thought to herself. Of all the freakin’ places!
The fingers ran their way back upward, from the base of her ribs to her underarms, causing her to gasp and shudder. She squeezed her eyes shut behind her blindfold, determined not to give her captor the satisfaction of hearing her laugh. At first it was firm stroking, that she could handle, but soon his fingers began to wriggle between each rib as they made their way up and down, over and over again. Jaws clenched, Vivian held her breath and struggled uselessly against her restraints, but the tickling didn’t stop for a moment.
‘Any moment now,’ Alessandro taunted.
Vivian grunted defiantly, but she had to breathe sometime! Finally, she opened her mouth and sucked the precious oxygen back into her lungs; she was breathing fast now. The fingers dug between her ribs and she jolted upwards like a spring, letting out the faintest squeak.
‘What was that?’ her captor teased. ‘You want me to tickle you there?’
He dug his fingers between her ribs again and wriggled them back and forth. Vivian arched backward as far as her restraints would allow and, with another surprised squeak, tossed her head back. She couldn’t help it now, there was nothing else to do; she had to laugh. Between each sharp inhalation of air came whispered, shuddering intervals of laughter, shaking her entire half-naked body that began to glisten as beads of sweat formed. Her concave back was already soaked with it.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, her captor’s hands became more frantic, spider-ing up and down, across her ribs from front to back, fingers squeezing in unpredictable patterns. Vivian shook in her chains more violently than ever, and when that didn’t work she, at last, squealed and erupted into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
‘Hahahahaha!’ she laughed, bucking backward and forward. Dare she beg? She knew she couldn’t talk, but this was unbearable and screaming for mercy seemed more and more inviting as the minutes ticked by. She could hardly breathe, she couldn’t think. All the while her captor said nothing - merely tickled her mercilessly. Her nerves were on fire. How long? How long?
When the tickling stopped, Vivian was drenched in her own sweat, her chest heaving up and down as she gasped for air. She had lost track of time, and hung limply from her chains, flushed and exhausted. But this was far from over, and she knew it.
This is far from over, Vivian thought grimly.
‘This is far from over,’ said Alessandro. He lifted his hands back to her ribs and slowly massaged them with his fingers as he spoke. It was enough to keep her twisting and gasping. ‘I want to know the location of your camp, and when they are planning to assault this fortress.’
‘Assault this fortress?’ Vivian gasped, squirming restlessly and Alessandro worked her over. ‘I don’t - know what - you’re talking - about!’
‘We have your friend screaming her lungs out in the other room. If you don’t talk we can guarantee she will very soon. Save yourself the needless suffering and just tell us what we probably already know.’
‘Nice try, asshole, but I’m not telling you any-’ Vivian’s reply was cut short as the attack on her ribs was renewed with a vengeance. Her body swung in a small arc and she squealed before bursting into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. His fingers scuttled across her torso to just beneath her bouncing breasts, where they probed firmly, wriggling and vibrating. At this, Vivian let out another squeal and tossed her head around, flicking her black hair everywhere as she lost control of her wits. Again, the tickling went on, her tormentor silent and unwavering. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, all she could do was feel those damn vibrating fingers!
‘This is only the beginning, believe me!’
‘Yahahahahaha! Stick it - up your arse!’ Vivian managed to scream between laughs.
To her surprise, the tickling stopped again. She let out an involuntary sigh of relief and let herself dangle limply again, her ribs pink from all the tickling. She heard his footsteps, moving away from her, and then the sound of cranks as her chains were pulled tighter, stretching her upwards. Then her legs were stretched wider, until each of her big toes only scraped the ground. She was suspended and utterly helpless now.
‘Uuh,’ Vivian moaned in alarm, just as her chains stopped pulling, leaving her hanging without an inch of movement to spare. More footsteps.
‘Let‘s see how tough you are now.’
Vivian tried to lurch as she felt her bikini top being untied. It fell to the ground, revealing her soft little breasts.
‘Oh god, no!’ she exclaimed as she felt something cold and wet touch her ribs, and realised that she was being lathered in oil. It was rubbed all over her torso and breasts, and even now it tickled horrendously! She tried to wriggle but there truly was no more room to move, so she hung there, muscles tensing again and again, shameful giggles escaping her shuddering lips.
Alessandro took his time rubbing the oil all over her quivering body. He made his way into her armpits, slowly up her arms and over her shoulders. She was breathing heavily again, and could feel herself becoming aroused. He must have known, because he cheekily squeezed her womanhood through her bikini bottoms when he was finally done, making her jolt in her restraints and grunt in frustration and embarrassment.
Like nails on a chalkboard, he ran his fingers down her sides, from the hollows of her armpit all the way down to her hips. She sighed loudly and tilted her head back, all the movement she could manage. When he dragged his fingers up again he wriggled them, making Vivian aware of just how sensitive this oil had made her. She was already giggling. When he squeezed the bottom of her ribs she became as rigid as a board, and then the all-out tickling assault commenced once more. The fingers glided across her naked top with ease, and she shrieked with laughter, but pulled this tightly, there was not a single thing she could do about it.
Just when she thought matters couldn’t get worse, the hands made their way down to her taut wastes and dug in, as she felt lips seal around the skin over her left ribs and blow a raspberry. Vivan howled with laughter, shuddering all over but completely incapable of doing a thing. Her head whipped back and forth violently but Alessandro had no mercy - her ran his spidery fingers over her oiled-up belly and blew another raspberry on her ribs.
‘AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE!’ she screamed. It took her a moment to realise that she was begging.
‘Where is your camp?’ Alessandro asked, his fingers unrelenting on her belly, one even making its way into her navel and vibrating firmly against it.
‘I C-C-CAN’T -TELL -YOU!’ she shrieked, convulsing in her restraints. ‘SUCKER!’
‘Have it your way.’
He tickled her belly more firmly, squeezing and releasing it in quick succession, and then blew another raspberry on it. She couldn’t move away at all to lesson the sensation, so Vivian moaned in tickling agony instead, sweat and oil very visibly running down her legs. He would get to them soon enough, too.
Alessandro stood up straight and pressed against Vivian’s wet, sweating body. For the moment she was silent except for her rapid, heavy breathing. He lightly ran his fingers down her back, causing her to shudder and tense up, and rested his hands around her soft, but firm buttocks.
Without a word, he began to thematically squeeze with his fingers, and behold! She was ticklish there, too, but even she hadn’t realised until now. The surprise caught her off guard, and she released a feeble, anguished moan. Her breaths drew sharper and more rapid once more, her giggling louder and louder with each one, tilting her head back and breathing her warm breath all over Alessandro’s chin and neck. He lowered his head, pressed his lips against her neck and began to nibble and kiss with his teeth. She put up no resistance; it wasn’t torture like the assault on her ribs, but it was still bordering on a sensory overload. Her giggly breaths soon became quiet, quick moans as Alessandro’s kisses became firmer and longer. Every now and then he would slip in a bite too, making her jolt, reminding her that he was controlling everything she felt.
His mouth moved down slowly. To her chest. Over her erect nipple. Along her ribs, where he blew another raspberry.
‘Ooooooh-ha-ha-ha-ha!’ She moaned and laughed simultaneously, her muscles tensing and body shuddering.
His hands glided across her butt, downward and around to between her stretched, sweat-soaked thighs. He blew a raspberry on her stomach and began to tickle away between her legs, fingers spidering lightly, gliding up and down. Vivian would have bucked if she could, but all she could do was clench her fists, swing her head back and howl.
‘No my legs!’ she squealed.
‘Feel like talking yet?’
‘I don’t know anything, I swear!’
‘We’ll see,’ said Alessandro, digging his fingers more firmly into her inner thighs and dragging them up, slowly, painfully, and then down down again, wriggling them slightly as he did. The sensation made every nerve along her thighs scream. She was screaming too, but he didn’t stop. Not for a second. She could feel his fingers digging into her very muscles, mercilessly, and had never truly realised how ticklish her inner thighs were until now.
Every muscle in her body was tight, pulling endlessly against her restraints, but it was no use. She was flushed dripping sweat all over, head swinging back and forth as she gasped for air between shrieks.
‘Are we ready to talk? I can go all night if I have to…’
‘HAHAHAHAHAHA - NEVER!’ Vivian shrieked. ‘YOU - HAHAHA - BAST- HAAAA! NOOOO!’
She wasn’t expecting it, but when she felt it it pushed her over. Alessandro pushed his tongue against her bikini thong and licked, rubbing right through it against her clit.
‘HAHAHAHA! NO! Nonononono! HAHAHA!’ Vivian protested.
Slowly, through the agony of the tickling, she felt herself being forced to come. She couldn’t resist, she was laughing to much to focus on anything.
‘Oooh - HAHAHA-OOOH-’
And then he pulled back.
‘Nooo-ho-ho-ho-hoooo!’ Vivian groaned between laughter. The assault on her thighs hadn’t slowed one bit. That was where he left her, on the very edge, only to be tickled now. His mouth hung beside her womanhood - she could practically feel his breath! She realised she was - only very slightly - thrusting out toward him, but it was no use. She knew he wouldn’t let her climax.
Vivian was shrieking again, at the top over her lungs. She couldn’t talk. She couldn’t betray the plan either, and Alessandro would give her no mercy.
~
When he stopped, Vivian was a mess. She couldn’t control her spasming muscles, and a large puddle of sweat had accumulated beneath her. She heard Alessandro’s feet walking away, without a word. She was light-headed, and she wasn’t sure if she cared or not anymore. At least about herself. All that mattered were keeping the secrets safe until the could be rescued.
With a splash, Vivian was hosed with freezing water. She squealed and pulled against her restraints, and then it was over. It was only a moment before she heard footsteps coming her way again. Her breathing sped up with renewed fear, and she lowered her shivering head. When she felt hands untying her thong, she moaned, knowing whatever was coming couldn’t be good. Her last item of clothing fell away, leaving her completely naked. The water had taken away some of the flushing, but not on her embarrassed cheeks. Her perky, little breasts hung naked from her chest, nipples as erect as ever. Her bare, freshly shaven womanhood rested between still-quivering thighs.
‘Freshly shaven, I see,’ Alessandro commented with amusement.
‘It was purely coincidental!’ Vivian answered, knowing where he was going.
‘So it’s true, the girls do spend time getting ready before they come to meet the boys.’
‘And the boys don’t?’
‘The boys don’t count on getting caught!’
Something went click.
‘What is that?’
‘Those are sharp ears you have,’ said Alessandro, walking circles around Vivian. He stopped and placed the tip of a strange, metal cone against her arm-pit. Vivian moaned. ‘This nifty little device has a name, but that’s not important. What it does is important, and I’m quite sure you are feeling it, aren’t you?’
Vivian could feel it. The device - whatever it was, was arousing her entire body, focusing from the point where it touched her. Her ran it down her ribs and she shuddered, desire welling in her even more. She moaned again, yearning, as he stroked her with it. He stepped in front of her and ran the cone’s side along her belly. Vivian convulsed with arousal, moaning and screamed when he turned the tip of it into her belly button. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before - her body didn’t know how to handle it - her mind didn’t know how to handle it.
Alessandro lifted the cone off her, and instantly she could feel the immediate effects ebbing away. She was aroused, but not nearly as much as when it was touching her. But then he pressed it against her left nipple, and again Vivian screamed, pulling uselessly at her restraints, but she could not escape its touch, nor the overwhelming hardness in her nipple. She twisted, left and right, but with so little room to move it was easy for Alessandro to follow her nipple without breaking contact.
He pulled back again. The urges dulled themselves, again, but not as fast. Vivian hung limply and sighed. She knew where he would soon put that thing. Footsteps. He was walking behind her. He ran the cone down her back and she thrust herself forward (or tried to), howling. She was dying. Dying to be touched - by anything but that horrid device! Its tip ran down the small of her back to the top of her buttocks. Vivian was seeing stars now. She rolled her head around and moaned as her helpless body was teased like it had never been before, and the muscles in her arms and legs lost control of themselves as he ran it across her crack.
In a continuous motion, he ran the cone down to her thighs and rubbed it along its side, moving downward. Slowly. Vivian was about to scream again when he lifted the cone off her skin once more and walked around. Sure enough it was coming, the ultimate torture.
Vivian’s arousal had only just eased slightly when she felt the flat side of the cone being pressed against her inner thigh again. She moaned and twisted, but her legs were stretched so tightly already that they didn’t move. The muscles in her thighs were as hard as rock when he probed them with the tip of the cone.
‘Uuuuuuuuuuuh,’ Vivian moaned weakly, her entire body shuddering.
‘Feeling ready to come?’ Alessandro teased.
‘Oh, please,’ she answered, but it wasn’t sarcasm this time. She was actually pleading.
‘It isn’t going to happen until you talk.’
She could feel it now. Slowly, the tip of the cone was making its way to her womanhood. She wasn’t sure if she would even survive this. And then the flat of it was on her.
‘OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!’ she moaned, her body would have been shaking like some sort of jelly-woman if her restraints had permitted it. She couldn’t breathe. Her whole naked body was flushed again. Her feet had gone numb. She couldn’t breathe. He held the cone there, pushing more firmly, forcing her arousal to rocket through the roof. Nothing in the world mattered anymore, only that she come. Her arms and legs weren’t fighting to be free anymore, but pulling instead in an effort to reach down there and satisfy her. She couldn’t breathe.
~
Vivian was woken moments later by another spray of freezing water. She was still terribly aroused, but nowhere near what she had been when he had the cone pressed against her.
‘I think it’s time you talked,’ Alessandro said from somewhere in the room.
‘I think its time you went and fucked yourself,’ Vivian replied. No matter what, she had to keep the vital information she held a secret. She pleaded in her mind that her friends were holding out too, that what she was doing wasn’t going to be in vain.
Alessandro walked over to Vivian and placed a large, open box down beside her. From it he took pairs of black, circular electrodes and began to stick them all over her body. Two between her thighs, on her stomach, over her breasts, on each side of her ribs, on her back and beneath her buttocks.
‘I take it you know what these are,’ he said.
‘Yeah,’ Vivian answered flatly.
‘I know you’re not going to talk yet, but when we are done with this, the tickling is going to start again, then the cone. Over and over. We have all night.’
