Thatperson
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Jenny woke up tied to a frame in the wall, as she always did. Her arms were up above her head; with her hands in mittens. Her elbows were tied to pegs on the frame, to ensure no movement. There was a band around her waist, and one on each of her shins. She was completely naked except for her underwear and bra, and her skin glistened with oil. She was blindfolded and gagged. The room was also soundproof.
Jenny knew other people were in the rooms next to hers, awaiting their usual treatment.
This was a typical day in the Partitions.
She heard a door open. She heard footsteps. Then she heard the woman's footsteps on the floor.
The woman adjusted the restraints to make sure they were tight. Then she proceeded to shave Jenny's armpits, as she did every morning. It was a rule in the Partitions that every victim's underarms be shaved and waxed every day.
The woman finished, and slathered oil on the freshly shaved skin.
Jenny's ears were then covered with muffs, so she couldn't hear anything. She was already gagged and blindfolded. This was so she could focus only on the sensations about to bombard her body.
The woman started to graze her fingers across Jenny's belly. She shrieked, and started to giggle.
The woman's sharp, long nails slowly teased the oily, hypersensitive skin as she traced her way along the teen's side.
Then the teasing stopped.
It started again along her arms, coming closer and closer to her armpits. The fingers stopped right above them, just for a second, before diving into the soft, silky hollow.
Jenny screamed through her gag in ticklish laughter as the woman's nails raked her underarms. The oil made the skin even more sensitive, and all she could concentrate on was the sensations overwhelming her body, which inhanced the tickling.
The lady slowed her tickling down, then stopped. Then she started lightly scratching the very centers of Jenny's underarms, setting her off again.
The lady's fingers stayed there awhile, consistently raking the tender armpit skin and driving Jenny into hysterics. Her nerves were wheeling, and she was on the edge.
After 15 minutes of this, the woman removed her fingers from Jenny's armpits, only to place them back on her spasming tummy. She dragged her fingers across her firm, toned stomach, and listened to Jenny's helpless laughter through the gag.
She dipped her index finger into her navel, and poked at the tender skin, bringing Jenny into hysterics.
She went back to her armpits, scrabbling her pointy nails in the already sensitive skin of Jenny's underarms. Her fingernails again raked and tormented the soft, taught armpits of Jenny, while she desperately tried to bring her arms down to cease the torture, but to no avail.
Then, the tickling stopped again. Her torturer walked to the side of the room to retrieve her box of tickle tools. She opened it, and removed a tube of gel, which she smeared generously on Jenny's helpless feet. The gel was specially made to drive the victim mad with tickling sensations.
Jenny screamed at the application of the gel to her sensitive soles, and dissolved in loud, ticklish laughter. It felt like 50 fingers tickling and torturing her soles at once, and she desperately tried to scratch her soles, but she couldn't.
Then, the woman took a firm, long feather, and slowly, teasingly, swirled circles around Jenny's belly button. The two tickling sensations were torture to Jenny, as she squirmed and writhed in her bondage, laughing loudly the whole time.
She then inserted the feather into her hopeless button, and Jenny nearly flew off the wall in ticklish abandon. The feather's tendrils probed the soft knot in her navel, and she sucked in her stomach, trying to get away from the torturous feather.
The woman then used the quill of the feather to trace the outlining of her ribs, vibrating in between them, driving Jenny nearly insane.
The feather traveled into her underarms, as the tendrils danced on the tender, spasming skin. Jenny was in tickle hell. All she could do was laugh and laugh and laugh as the feather bounced between each of her ticklish hollows.
The torment stopped, but Jenny's relief was only short-lived, as the quill began to rake the freshly shaven underarm skin. This was worse than the feather, and she screamed through her gag at the tickling rfrom the quill, and the gel on her soles. Her tender hollows were bright pink from the attention of the quil and the woman's fingernails, which she again inserted into her warm flesh, as Jenny cackled away.
The women, then without warning, blew three hard raspberries into Jenny's underarms. She let out throaty cackles as the woman then bagan nibbling and licking her tender skin.
The tickling stopped again, as the woman picked up a bottle of oil that she applied to Jenny's armpits to resensitize them. Then, she picked up a toothbrush, and brushed her hollows. The soft bristles raked her warm, hypersensitive flesh
Jenny didn't know what to think. Her mind was exploding with the sensations which drove her mad. Her head snapped back and orthodox as she tried to beg for mercy through the gag, but couldnt.
The toothbrush raked every centimeter of Jenny's underarms. The skin, having previously been tickled, was hot and even more sensitive than ever, which added even more to the torturerous sensations.
The woman stopped again. This time, her fingers landed on her sheer, thin bra. She bagan slowly ticking and teasing Jenny's breasts, tickling around and under them. The two different sensations took a toll on Jenny, as her laughter grew louder.
The woman tickled her nippless with her fingernails, and Jenny's cackles grew still louder. The bra seemed to enhance the ticklishness of her nipples, and her chest heaved as she screamed in laughter, as the sharp nails played with her nipples.
Finally, the woman let Jenny rest. Jenny slumped down in her bonds, and almost instantly fainted. It wasn't the last session Jenny would get that day. That was just the beginning.
Jenny knew other people were in the rooms next to hers, awaiting their usual treatment.
This was a typical day in the Partitions.
She heard a door open. She heard footsteps. Then she heard the woman's footsteps on the floor.
The woman adjusted the restraints to make sure they were tight. Then she proceeded to shave Jenny's armpits, as she did every morning. It was a rule in the Partitions that every victim's underarms be shaved and waxed every day.
The woman finished, and slathered oil on the freshly shaved skin.
Jenny's ears were then covered with muffs, so she couldn't hear anything. She was already gagged and blindfolded. This was so she could focus only on the sensations about to bombard her body.
The woman started to graze her fingers across Jenny's belly. She shrieked, and started to giggle.
The woman's sharp, long nails slowly teased the oily, hypersensitive skin as she traced her way along the teen's side.
Then the teasing stopped.
It started again along her arms, coming closer and closer to her armpits. The fingers stopped right above them, just for a second, before diving into the soft, silky hollow.
Jenny screamed through her gag in ticklish laughter as the woman's nails raked her underarms. The oil made the skin even more sensitive, and all she could concentrate on was the sensations overwhelming her body, which inhanced the tickling.
The lady slowed her tickling down, then stopped. Then she started lightly scratching the very centers of Jenny's underarms, setting her off again.
The lady's fingers stayed there awhile, consistently raking the tender armpit skin and driving Jenny into hysterics. Her nerves were wheeling, and she was on the edge.
After 15 minutes of this, the woman removed her fingers from Jenny's armpits, only to place them back on her spasming tummy. She dragged her fingers across her firm, toned stomach, and listened to Jenny's helpless laughter through the gag.
She dipped her index finger into her navel, and poked at the tender skin, bringing Jenny into hysterics.
She went back to her armpits, scrabbling her pointy nails in the already sensitive skin of Jenny's underarms. Her fingernails again raked and tormented the soft, taught armpits of Jenny, while she desperately tried to bring her arms down to cease the torture, but to no avail.
Then, the tickling stopped again. Her torturer walked to the side of the room to retrieve her box of tickle tools. She opened it, and removed a tube of gel, which she smeared generously on Jenny's helpless feet. The gel was specially made to drive the victim mad with tickling sensations.
Jenny screamed at the application of the gel to her sensitive soles, and dissolved in loud, ticklish laughter. It felt like 50 fingers tickling and torturing her soles at once, and she desperately tried to scratch her soles, but she couldn't.
Then, the woman took a firm, long feather, and slowly, teasingly, swirled circles around Jenny's belly button. The two tickling sensations were torture to Jenny, as she squirmed and writhed in her bondage, laughing loudly the whole time.
She then inserted the feather into her hopeless button, and Jenny nearly flew off the wall in ticklish abandon. The feather's tendrils probed the soft knot in her navel, and she sucked in her stomach, trying to get away from the torturous feather.
The woman then used the quill of the feather to trace the outlining of her ribs, vibrating in between them, driving Jenny nearly insane.
The feather traveled into her underarms, as the tendrils danced on the tender, spasming skin. Jenny was in tickle hell. All she could do was laugh and laugh and laugh as the feather bounced between each of her ticklish hollows.
The torment stopped, but Jenny's relief was only short-lived, as the quill began to rake the freshly shaven underarm skin. This was worse than the feather, and she screamed through her gag at the tickling rfrom the quill, and the gel on her soles. Her tender hollows were bright pink from the attention of the quil and the woman's fingernails, which she again inserted into her warm flesh, as Jenny cackled away.
The women, then without warning, blew three hard raspberries into Jenny's underarms. She let out throaty cackles as the woman then bagan nibbling and licking her tender skin.
The tickling stopped again, as the woman picked up a bottle of oil that she applied to Jenny's armpits to resensitize them. Then, she picked up a toothbrush, and brushed her hollows. The soft bristles raked her warm, hypersensitive flesh
Jenny didn't know what to think. Her mind was exploding with the sensations which drove her mad. Her head snapped back and orthodox as she tried to beg for mercy through the gag, but couldnt.
The toothbrush raked every centimeter of Jenny's underarms. The skin, having previously been tickled, was hot and even more sensitive than ever, which added even more to the torturerous sensations.
The woman stopped again. This time, her fingers landed on her sheer, thin bra. She bagan slowly ticking and teasing Jenny's breasts, tickling around and under them. The two different sensations took a toll on Jenny, as her laughter grew louder.
The woman tickled her nippless with her fingernails, and Jenny's cackles grew still louder. The bra seemed to enhance the ticklishness of her nipples, and her chest heaved as she screamed in laughter, as the sharp nails played with her nipples.
Finally, the woman let Jenny rest. Jenny slumped down in her bonds, and almost instantly fainted. It wasn't the last session Jenny would get that day. That was just the beginning.
