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Alright. After half an hour of attempting to format, this is all I could do.
Also, I hate Forum formatting. I am a caveman, hear me roar. Or you would if I wasn't by myself in a damn cave.
Part III is below.
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She ---- part II
She could feel the skin of her body shiver and tighten. Silver darts of
pleasure ran up and down her skin as the feathers drifted back and forth.
The feathers were everywhere and delicately applied. Now that she was tied
down, sprawled over the pillows, each man had both hands free to touch
her. The dark one and the fair one were lounging by her head. Each had
fingers that tickled and stroked her wrists and occasionally one of them
would press her fingers down with the heel of his hand and using his fingers
to tickle the soft contours of her palm. They had feathers dancing along her
stretched underarms. Her legs were very exposed and the two down there
were lazily dragging the feathers in and out of her thighs. Kelsey had begun
by applying feathers to the flesh exposed by her open dress. Each one of
them seemed to know exactly the path to trace. She would feel a feather
run up the outside of her thigh as high as it could as another slide up her
inner left thigh...then the would graze over the tops and drag back down on
the other side. Over and over they would slide in the same pattern, each
time exciting the same path of nerves.
She bucked rather wildly against the restraints, until she heard her dress
tear. The more she struggled, the more the dress fell away. Kelsey’s face,
just above hers, smiled placidly and ran the feathers over every new inch of
her she exposed. But the men, it seemed, had great patience. It was a long
time between the changes of pattern. The sensations built and built until she
folded and the electricity within her burst forth in a mad thrashing struggle.
And her dress would pull away more.
“It would seem,” said Kelsey, “that she has no more need of her dress. She’s
so careless with it.”
With his words, the feathers withdrew and she knew a moment of repose,
during which she tried to collect her senses and breath. But the feathers had
caused she a turmoil of sensation, that she could hardly focus. Her lips
quivered, however, when she felt the hands pulling away her clothing. She
was certain that she would feel violated...once again terrified of being raped.
But her defences were down and her insides twisted with a strange
revulsion when she realized that her body, covered only by her thin bra and
panties, felt more free. A mild panic fluttered at her mind and tummy at the
thought of not fighting. It was as if she was pressed up against a bubble of
fear, not knowing how to react or how to turn. She could feel that bubble
swelling all around her without knowing what exactly was inside of it of which
she was so afraid.
She was not given time to think on it further before the feathers returned.
They slid down her bare arms and over her chest and bra, down her ribs,
fluttered her tummy and then flowed back up again. More feathers ran up her
legs and thighs, right up her hips to the edges of her panties and back down
again. Kelsey had moved to her feet and was somehow manipulating several
feathers at once so they enclosed her feet, wiggling and jerking about.
Delicate silvery tickling danced across her skin endlessly. Once again the men
kept their pace and their patience...the sensations would build until she
suffer a bodily shudder, but even while she was shaking, she could still feel
her body beginning to rebuild the charge.
Suddenly, the two men by her head each spread themselves lower to the
ground, long drooping feathers still caressing her torso, but so their mouths
were much closer to her ears. She rolled her head wildly, eyes trying to
focus and see what they were doing.
“We’re very intimate now,” the dark one said.
“Can you feel us?” the other said. It was like listening to the same voice
come out of different mouths. The thought lasted only that long and then
was drowned out when each mouth drew closer to her ears. She looked
straight ahead and up at the ceiling, as far away from each mouth as she
could be. Their breath tickled her ears. Her breath came even faster. She
thought she might get drunk off their scents.
“We thought we’d introduce ourselves,” said the fair one.
“My name is Jensen,” said the dark one.
“I’m Carter.”
“You might be here a while.”
“Sometimes it takes a while for someone like you to get comfortable.”
As they spoke, they simultaneously tickled her underarms and brought their
lips to her ears, breathing, articulating with their lips gently touching her
lobes. Shocks of ticklish pleasure ran from her ears, down her neck and
shivered their way down her legs again and again, every time the speaker
changed.
“But that’s alright,” Jensen whispered. Lightning bolt down her left side.
“We don’t mind.” Electricity down her right.
“You’ve probably noticed...” Left.
“We have...” Right
“Very much...” Left. She took in as much air as she could, sensing the
inevitable.
They both leaned in and gently brushed her ears with their teeth and they
said together, “Patience.”
And as they ended the word on a long hiss, she finally opened her mouth to
speak, to tell them to stop, to let her up, but the electricity exploded from
her and a loud, tortured, exquisite moan is all that came out as she arched
her back and shuddered.
She went to breath in again, but she lifted from the pillows when she cried
out and Jensen and Carter at once opened their jaws and latched onto either
side of her neck. Two miniature explosions followed the first. She tried to
cry out again, but couldn’t for the paralysis the two men were causing.
And then they were gone again, the feathers returned. She rolled her eyes
wildly, saw each man smiling pleasantly down at her. She was once again
pushed up to the bubble of rage and violation vs. tickling and pleasure. She
waited for their next move, but they simply returned to their feathery
stroking. She looked down at Kelsey who tilted his head at her and gazed
into her eyes. Her began jiggling the feather more fiercely and she was
overtaken by their tickling again.
“You know Devon,” Kelsey said, indicating the curly blond.
The chisel-jawed one lifted himself up and set himself down between her
legs. He looked European, south, well-groomed and sexy as all Hell.
“That just leaves me,” he said with a lilt. He stripped off his shirt. “I’m
Andres.”
Their timing well telepathic. She had only enough time to begin taking in his
body before feathers ran up her thighs and down her arms again. It had been
over an hour since they had begun teasing her and something in her broke.
She shuddered uncontrollably and then, quite against her will, as the feather
drew away from her thighs, she felt herself move her hips upwards and
forwards.
They all paused. They all grinned.
“Oh, fuck,” she said.
Andres grinned knowingly again. “I believe that did it.”
Devon said, “Show off.”
Kelsey spoke slowly, using his powerful voice, enunciating each word with
careful precision, giving each sound time to reverberate into her body. “Time
to give up, Love. Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.”
She rolled her eyes with fresh horror as each of them discarded their
feathers, lowered themselves to her body and began tickling in earnest. They
rolled their fingers into her underarms, they squeezed her knees and thighs
and her hips, they counted her ribs, they scrabbled their fingers against her
feet. Kelsey took Andres’ place between her spread legs and reached under
her ass, pressing his fingertips into the bum, tickling with pinches.
She finally found her voice. “GodpleasepleaseGodno no no no noplease”
Also, I hate Forum formatting. I am a caveman, hear me roar. Or you would if I wasn't by myself in a damn cave.
Part III is below.
=======================================================
She ---- part II
She could feel the skin of her body shiver and tighten. Silver darts of
pleasure ran up and down her skin as the feathers drifted back and forth.
The feathers were everywhere and delicately applied. Now that she was tied
down, sprawled over the pillows, each man had both hands free to touch
her. The dark one and the fair one were lounging by her head. Each had
fingers that tickled and stroked her wrists and occasionally one of them
would press her fingers down with the heel of his hand and using his fingers
to tickle the soft contours of her palm. They had feathers dancing along her
stretched underarms. Her legs were very exposed and the two down there
were lazily dragging the feathers in and out of her thighs. Kelsey had begun
by applying feathers to the flesh exposed by her open dress. Each one of
them seemed to know exactly the path to trace. She would feel a feather
run up the outside of her thigh as high as it could as another slide up her
inner left thigh...then the would graze over the tops and drag back down on
the other side. Over and over they would slide in the same pattern, each
time exciting the same path of nerves.
She bucked rather wildly against the restraints, until she heard her dress
tear. The more she struggled, the more the dress fell away. Kelsey’s face,
just above hers, smiled placidly and ran the feathers over every new inch of
her she exposed. But the men, it seemed, had great patience. It was a long
time between the changes of pattern. The sensations built and built until she
folded and the electricity within her burst forth in a mad thrashing struggle.
And her dress would pull away more.
“It would seem,” said Kelsey, “that she has no more need of her dress. She’s
so careless with it.”
With his words, the feathers withdrew and she knew a moment of repose,
during which she tried to collect her senses and breath. But the feathers had
caused she a turmoil of sensation, that she could hardly focus. Her lips
quivered, however, when she felt the hands pulling away her clothing. She
was certain that she would feel violated...once again terrified of being raped.
But her defences were down and her insides twisted with a strange
revulsion when she realized that her body, covered only by her thin bra and
panties, felt more free. A mild panic fluttered at her mind and tummy at the
thought of not fighting. It was as if she was pressed up against a bubble of
fear, not knowing how to react or how to turn. She could feel that bubble
swelling all around her without knowing what exactly was inside of it of which
she was so afraid.
She was not given time to think on it further before the feathers returned.
They slid down her bare arms and over her chest and bra, down her ribs,
fluttered her tummy and then flowed back up again. More feathers ran up her
legs and thighs, right up her hips to the edges of her panties and back down
again. Kelsey had moved to her feet and was somehow manipulating several
feathers at once so they enclosed her feet, wiggling and jerking about.
Delicate silvery tickling danced across her skin endlessly. Once again the men
kept their pace and their patience...the sensations would build until she
suffer a bodily shudder, but even while she was shaking, she could still feel
her body beginning to rebuild the charge.
Suddenly, the two men by her head each spread themselves lower to the
ground, long drooping feathers still caressing her torso, but so their mouths
were much closer to her ears. She rolled her head wildly, eyes trying to
focus and see what they were doing.
“We’re very intimate now,” the dark one said.
“Can you feel us?” the other said. It was like listening to the same voice
come out of different mouths. The thought lasted only that long and then
was drowned out when each mouth drew closer to her ears. She looked
straight ahead and up at the ceiling, as far away from each mouth as she
could be. Their breath tickled her ears. Her breath came even faster. She
thought she might get drunk off their scents.
“We thought we’d introduce ourselves,” said the fair one.
“My name is Jensen,” said the dark one.
“I’m Carter.”
“You might be here a while.”
“Sometimes it takes a while for someone like you to get comfortable.”
As they spoke, they simultaneously tickled her underarms and brought their
lips to her ears, breathing, articulating with their lips gently touching her
lobes. Shocks of ticklish pleasure ran from her ears, down her neck and
shivered their way down her legs again and again, every time the speaker
changed.
“But that’s alright,” Jensen whispered. Lightning bolt down her left side.
“We don’t mind.” Electricity down her right.
“You’ve probably noticed...” Left.
“We have...” Right
“Very much...” Left. She took in as much air as she could, sensing the
inevitable.
They both leaned in and gently brushed her ears with their teeth and they
said together, “Patience.”
And as they ended the word on a long hiss, she finally opened her mouth to
speak, to tell them to stop, to let her up, but the electricity exploded from
her and a loud, tortured, exquisite moan is all that came out as she arched
her back and shuddered.
She went to breath in again, but she lifted from the pillows when she cried
out and Jensen and Carter at once opened their jaws and latched onto either
side of her neck. Two miniature explosions followed the first. She tried to
cry out again, but couldn’t for the paralysis the two men were causing.
And then they were gone again, the feathers returned. She rolled her eyes
wildly, saw each man smiling pleasantly down at her. She was once again
pushed up to the bubble of rage and violation vs. tickling and pleasure. She
waited for their next move, but they simply returned to their feathery
stroking. She looked down at Kelsey who tilted his head at her and gazed
into her eyes. Her began jiggling the feather more fiercely and she was
overtaken by their tickling again.
“You know Devon,” Kelsey said, indicating the curly blond.
The chisel-jawed one lifted himself up and set himself down between her
legs. He looked European, south, well-groomed and sexy as all Hell.
“That just leaves me,” he said with a lilt. He stripped off his shirt. “I’m
Andres.”
Their timing well telepathic. She had only enough time to begin taking in his
body before feathers ran up her thighs and down her arms again. It had been
over an hour since they had begun teasing her and something in her broke.
She shuddered uncontrollably and then, quite against her will, as the feather
drew away from her thighs, she felt herself move her hips upwards and
forwards.
They all paused. They all grinned.
“Oh, fuck,” she said.
Andres grinned knowingly again. “I believe that did it.”
Devon said, “Show off.”
Kelsey spoke slowly, using his powerful voice, enunciating each word with
careful precision, giving each sound time to reverberate into her body. “Time
to give up, Love. Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.”
She rolled her eyes with fresh horror as each of them discarded their
feathers, lowered themselves to her body and began tickling in earnest. They
rolled their fingers into her underarms, they squeezed her knees and thighs
and her hips, they counted her ribs, they scrabbled their fingers against her
feet. Kelsey took Andres’ place between her spread legs and reached under
her ass, pressing his fingertips into the bum, tickling with pinches.
She finally found her voice. “GodpleasepleaseGodno no no no noplease”