Studying Abroad - The Misadventures of Molly
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The seat was reclined as far back as it would go, a blanket hanging off of Molly’s was barely covering her. The long flight from Philly airport to London was very tiring, exhausting all of the magazines and shopping catalogs from the pouch on the seat in front of her, she dazed off into a deep sleep. Her glasses, still on her face were tilted slightly from her head bobbing. Molly was headed to a college in Europe, an international study program that took her from her a local college in her suburban New Jersey home town to the thrill of jet setting around the world. She was frightened to death from the thought of being in a foreign country all alone, never mind that she has never ventured very far. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time…it was like she knows she deathly afraid of roller coaster rides but had to experience the first plunge to for fill her life long quest.
Six months was a long time from home so she was packed everything she could carry with her…a very large suitcase, a hiking back pack and her oversized hand bag that had every but the kitchen sink in it. After the plane landed and all her luggage was gathered, Molly headed for the nearest taxi stand outside. All she needed to do to get to the university, about a half hour away from the airport, was jump in a cab. Lugging everything she had she waited on line.
Right behind her was a very good looking guy…olive skin with dark hair and eyes…his appearance was like something out of a model magazine. His attention turned to Molly…landing a smile her way made her melt. Molly was very shy, but something about him made her very talkative…almost to the point of babbling…she was very nervous and she babbled when she was nervous. Breaking the ice he started talking to her…warming her up a bit…the line was very long so there was plenty of time for that. “Where are you headed” he asked. Molly told he her story…her whole story…she was nervous but opened up to him. “Funny but I’m going to the same place, it’s about a half hour away” he commented. “You know the taxis here are very expensive…since where going to the same place maybe we should share a ride…it would give use more time to talk about what classes your taking…maybe where in some together”. He was gorgeous…and he was talking to her…Molly couldn’t believe it…” yes…that sounds great…” They were next in line.
The handsome man excused himself and told Molly that he needed to call home and say he had arrived. It was a short call…just a minute or so…just enough time to tell his folks he was there, Molly guessed. A taxi pulled up and helped her load her bags into the trunk. He was a gentleman and opened the door for her and assisted her in…I’ll tell him where we’re going…the university please…the taxi headed for the airport exit.
Molly listen to him talk, not even paying attention where they were traveling…mesmerized with him…his gorgeous looks in the taxi with her…she most of been dreaming. The cab made lefts and rights, but she had no clue the direction they were traveling…she had no idea.
The cab made a turn…it was a dead end street…another quick turn lead them into a garage. The cab was traveling very fast so the wheels made a squealing sound when it went in…the garage doors was closing behind them…and the cab came to a stop.
There where many large men standing outside the cab’s doors…the door that Molly was sitting near flew open and hands grabbed her. Yanking from the cab they whisked her away. Molly was screaming and fighting but she was overpowered…she had no chance.
A room at the end of a hallway was where she was headed…tossed in and left there for hours. Molly was terrified…frightened beyond belief…it all happened so fast….why did she get in the cab with a stranger…what she was thinking of.
The door opened and many men barged in…garbing her by the arms and whisking her to another place. She heard cries coming from down the hall…wait…it sounded more like load laughing men screaming….Molly couldn’t make out what she was hearing, just that she was terrified and shaking in fear.
A man standing inside what was a small brightly lit room was waiting for Molly to be brought to him. He was holding what looked like hospital restraints…leather bands with padding on the inside. Molly’s arms were held out tight and forced into them. She was pushed up against a narrow board and her arms were forced up above her head. The restraints were attached to the top by a chain….another set of restraints locked her ankles like stocks.
Clicking sounds came from behind the board…it pulled Molly wrists tight and strengthen her torso to its limit. Another clicking sound and the board started to lower at the top and rise at the bottom. It stops just before the board was level…just slightly pitched up so that her wrists were supporting Molly weight and stretched her body tort. Molly pulled at her binds but was locked in firmly…sheer panic danced across Molly’s face, she was terrified…
The bright light just above the board made it hard to see what was going on…it was blinding her. She felt something cold touch her skin and another cold touch in another part of her body. The sound of ripping and cutting echoed in the small room…her jeans were being cut to spreads… her tee shirt looked like a piece of Swiss cheese…clothing was rapidly falling of her…she was being stripped down to nothing, until there was nothing left…she was completely nude.
Talking came from all parts of the room…but it sounded like it was many different voices…talking in different languages…then only one…a horse sounding one…”gentlemen, let’s start with the preview before the auction…we have a catch here…very angelic to say the lease. Check out her beauty…her lily white skin, her shoulder high auburn hair, intensifying her exquisitely beautiful green eyes….We will start with the testing”.
Scratching was felt on Molloy’s feet…she let out a scream, a gut wrenching one, one that came from deep down in her lung, one that forced her body to contract every muscle at once… It was pure torture.
The room was silent except for Molly’s screams and gut wrenching laughter. She was fighting at her bounds, contorting her body trying to get away from the torturous touch. The torture stopped for a moment only to start on another part…someone was tickling her legs. It started at her ankles and the torturous tickling worked it to just below her hip. The tickler was testing to find her spots…looking to see which ones were her worst and least…if there was no reaction at first, slow persistent tickles could bring on a less ticklish spot into play. The tickler used sharp nail extensions on one hand while the other he used to knee the muscles to find a hot point.
Molly’s body was being used for someone’s pleasure…someone that wanted a beautiful young lady to own…his own personal slave…a tickle slave. Molly was a prize…a 5’7” beauty. Her soft silky lily white skin was a gem…her glistening green eyes was magnified by her auburn hair. Her toes had a hot pink nail polish on them, inviting for a lick or two. There were parts of Molly’s legs that she never knew were that ticklish until now and this was only her lower half.
The tickler moved to another part of her body…now he started from Molly’s arms, racking his nails up and down in a fanning motion. Some parts of her arms were slow to react, but a persistent tickling brought her to laughs again. Even the inside of her elbows were found to be quite ticklish…the level of screaming would give that away.
He toyed with her ears and neck, and getting a thrill from the thrashing of her head to avoid the torment. Her neck provided a clue to just how ticklish she really is…Molly was going insane.
Working down, he reached her upper torso. Molly knows that this is the end for her…she was unbelievably ticklish on her upper body. With each gasp of air come a short burst of grueling pain in her cries, followed by a silent laugh…there was just no more left in her to scream between gasps of air.
He worked on her breasts…kneading with the one hand on one breast and scratching with his claws on the other. Her nipples were so sensitive at this point and were getting hard by the touching. Little goose bumps formed on her breasts making then even more ticklish. He rolled his fingers down the sides of her breasts into her rib cage. He worked his hands in a waving motion over her sides, from her hips to her armpits….she exploded with movement…shaking uncontrollably to escape the most torturous tickling ever. She was at her breaking point…she was getting light headed from the relentless and merciless brutal assault. She was slipping into and out of reality…she was moving onto another Plato, one that was making her feel completely helpless and totally consumed. She has reached the edge and was letting go…she was so stimulated that she wet herself with such an orgasmic climax. She rolled up; arching her back with earth shacking intensity that the tickler had to step back and stop…she was spent.
The room was silent…all at once the voices erupted into a talking frenzy…Molly laided there…the voices sounded muffled…her life was that of a submissive slave…she stared out into nothing…she was in a trance…she was broken.
A tapping on her shoulder…tapping…tapping…Miss, where starting our final descent…you need to put your seat in a completely up rite position.
Molly jump up out of a deep sleep. The long flight was exhausting…she was dreaming. Her blanket was falling off her body…her body was tingling down below. She reached her hand down and it was wet between her legs…she had an orgasm from her dream…she smirked and sat up. She looked over to see if anyone was looking at her…only one guy…a gorgeous olive skin with dark hair and eyes…she thought for a minute…she knew him from somewhere…and then it all came back to her…she said to herself, don’t get into a taxi…
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The seat was reclined as far back as it would go, a blanket hanging off of Molly’s was barely covering her. The long flight from Philly airport to London was very tiring, exhausting all of the magazines and shopping catalogs from the pouch on the seat in front of her, she dazed off into a deep sleep. Her glasses, still on her face were tilted slightly from her head bobbing. Molly was headed to a college in Europe, an international study program that took her from her a local college in her suburban New Jersey home town to the thrill of jet setting around the world. She was frightened to death from the thought of being in a foreign country all alone, never mind that she has never ventured very far. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time…it was like she knows she deathly afraid of roller coaster rides but had to experience the first plunge to for fill her life long quest.
Six months was a long time from home so she was packed everything she could carry with her…a very large suitcase, a hiking back pack and her oversized hand bag that had every but the kitchen sink in it. After the plane landed and all her luggage was gathered, Molly headed for the nearest taxi stand outside. All she needed to do to get to the university, about a half hour away from the airport, was jump in a cab. Lugging everything she had she waited on line.
Right behind her was a very good looking guy…olive skin with dark hair and eyes…his appearance was like something out of a model magazine. His attention turned to Molly…landing a smile her way made her melt. Molly was very shy, but something about him made her very talkative…almost to the point of babbling…she was very nervous and she babbled when she was nervous. Breaking the ice he started talking to her…warming her up a bit…the line was very long so there was plenty of time for that. “Where are you headed” he asked. Molly told he her story…her whole story…she was nervous but opened up to him. “Funny but I’m going to the same place, it’s about a half hour away” he commented. “You know the taxis here are very expensive…since where going to the same place maybe we should share a ride…it would give use more time to talk about what classes your taking…maybe where in some together”. He was gorgeous…and he was talking to her…Molly couldn’t believe it…” yes…that sounds great…” They were next in line.
The handsome man excused himself and told Molly that he needed to call home and say he had arrived. It was a short call…just a minute or so…just enough time to tell his folks he was there, Molly guessed. A taxi pulled up and helped her load her bags into the trunk. He was a gentleman and opened the door for her and assisted her in…I’ll tell him where we’re going…the university please…the taxi headed for the airport exit.
Molly listen to him talk, not even paying attention where they were traveling…mesmerized with him…his gorgeous looks in the taxi with her…she most of been dreaming. The cab made lefts and rights, but she had no clue the direction they were traveling…she had no idea.
The cab made a turn…it was a dead end street…another quick turn lead them into a garage. The cab was traveling very fast so the wheels made a squealing sound when it went in…the garage doors was closing behind them…and the cab came to a stop.
There where many large men standing outside the cab’s doors…the door that Molly was sitting near flew open and hands grabbed her. Yanking from the cab they whisked her away. Molly was screaming and fighting but she was overpowered…she had no chance.
A room at the end of a hallway was where she was headed…tossed in and left there for hours. Molly was terrified…frightened beyond belief…it all happened so fast….why did she get in the cab with a stranger…what she was thinking of.
The door opened and many men barged in…garbing her by the arms and whisking her to another place. She heard cries coming from down the hall…wait…it sounded more like load laughing men screaming….Molly couldn’t make out what she was hearing, just that she was terrified and shaking in fear.
A man standing inside what was a small brightly lit room was waiting for Molly to be brought to him. He was holding what looked like hospital restraints…leather bands with padding on the inside. Molly’s arms were held out tight and forced into them. She was pushed up against a narrow board and her arms were forced up above her head. The restraints were attached to the top by a chain….another set of restraints locked her ankles like stocks.
Clicking sounds came from behind the board…it pulled Molly wrists tight and strengthen her torso to its limit. Another clicking sound and the board started to lower at the top and rise at the bottom. It stops just before the board was level…just slightly pitched up so that her wrists were supporting Molly weight and stretched her body tort. Molly pulled at her binds but was locked in firmly…sheer panic danced across Molly’s face, she was terrified…
The bright light just above the board made it hard to see what was going on…it was blinding her. She felt something cold touch her skin and another cold touch in another part of her body. The sound of ripping and cutting echoed in the small room…her jeans were being cut to spreads… her tee shirt looked like a piece of Swiss cheese…clothing was rapidly falling of her…she was being stripped down to nothing, until there was nothing left…she was completely nude.
Talking came from all parts of the room…but it sounded like it was many different voices…talking in different languages…then only one…a horse sounding one…”gentlemen, let’s start with the preview before the auction…we have a catch here…very angelic to say the lease. Check out her beauty…her lily white skin, her shoulder high auburn hair, intensifying her exquisitely beautiful green eyes….We will start with the testing”.
Scratching was felt on Molloy’s feet…she let out a scream, a gut wrenching one, one that came from deep down in her lung, one that forced her body to contract every muscle at once… It was pure torture.
The room was silent except for Molly’s screams and gut wrenching laughter. She was fighting at her bounds, contorting her body trying to get away from the torturous touch. The torture stopped for a moment only to start on another part…someone was tickling her legs. It started at her ankles and the torturous tickling worked it to just below her hip. The tickler was testing to find her spots…looking to see which ones were her worst and least…if there was no reaction at first, slow persistent tickles could bring on a less ticklish spot into play. The tickler used sharp nail extensions on one hand while the other he used to knee the muscles to find a hot point.
Molly’s body was being used for someone’s pleasure…someone that wanted a beautiful young lady to own…his own personal slave…a tickle slave. Molly was a prize…a 5’7” beauty. Her soft silky lily white skin was a gem…her glistening green eyes was magnified by her auburn hair. Her toes had a hot pink nail polish on them, inviting for a lick or two. There were parts of Molly’s legs that she never knew were that ticklish until now and this was only her lower half.
The tickler moved to another part of her body…now he started from Molly’s arms, racking his nails up and down in a fanning motion. Some parts of her arms were slow to react, but a persistent tickling brought her to laughs again. Even the inside of her elbows were found to be quite ticklish…the level of screaming would give that away.
He toyed with her ears and neck, and getting a thrill from the thrashing of her head to avoid the torment. Her neck provided a clue to just how ticklish she really is…Molly was going insane.
Working down, he reached her upper torso. Molly knows that this is the end for her…she was unbelievably ticklish on her upper body. With each gasp of air come a short burst of grueling pain in her cries, followed by a silent laugh…there was just no more left in her to scream between gasps of air.
He worked on her breasts…kneading with the one hand on one breast and scratching with his claws on the other. Her nipples were so sensitive at this point and were getting hard by the touching. Little goose bumps formed on her breasts making then even more ticklish. He rolled his fingers down the sides of her breasts into her rib cage. He worked his hands in a waving motion over her sides, from her hips to her armpits….she exploded with movement…shaking uncontrollably to escape the most torturous tickling ever. She was at her breaking point…she was getting light headed from the relentless and merciless brutal assault. She was slipping into and out of reality…she was moving onto another Plato, one that was making her feel completely helpless and totally consumed. She has reached the edge and was letting go…she was so stimulated that she wet herself with such an orgasmic climax. She rolled up; arching her back with earth shacking intensity that the tickler had to step back and stop…she was spent.
The room was silent…all at once the voices erupted into a talking frenzy…Molly laided there…the voices sounded muffled…her life was that of a submissive slave…she stared out into nothing…she was in a trance…she was broken.
A tapping on her shoulder…tapping…tapping…Miss, where starting our final descent…you need to put your seat in a completely up rite position.
Molly jump up out of a deep sleep. The long flight was exhausting…she was dreaming. Her blanket was falling off her body…her body was tingling down below. She reached her hand down and it was wet between her legs…she had an orgasm from her dream…she smirked and sat up. She looked over to see if anyone was looking at her…only one guy…a gorgeous olive skin with dark hair and eyes…she thought for a minute…she knew him from somewhere…and then it all came back to her…she said to herself, don’t get into a taxi…
