RogueTickler
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Sometimes I'll begin writing a story with a good idea, but never get around to finishing it for whatever reason. This story is a good example. My friend mentioned to me that she worked in the Videogame industry, so I fired up this imaginary work scenario for her. I know she liked it a lot.
THE TESTER
Ally sighed and got up from the kitchen table. She poured the rest of her coffee into the sink, rinsed the cup and headed for the door. Another long day of work lay ahead of her, and she wasn't necessarily looking forward to it. It wasn't that the job was terrible, just kind of boring. She was a video game tester at one of the biggest video game companies in Southern California, and she spent each day play testing one of their newest games, looking for errors in the coding and making notes.
When she first got the job, she was excited. She liked video games and thought it would be great to get paid to play them. However, after playing the same level over and over and over, she found herself quickly growing bored. Whenever she was bored, it seemed like time just slowed to a crawl.
Thankfully her commute was short. As she parked her car, she noticed her friend Sarah walking rapidly by, on her way towards the front door. Sarah was one of the only other girls that worked here, and the two had bonded quickly. Ally hadn't seen much of her blonde friend for the last few weeks. Sarah had been moved to a special project that required her to work in a different area that required security clearance.
"Hey Sarah!" She tried to catch the attention of her friend. "Wait for me!" Ally grabbed her knapsack and jogged up to the front door. "Hey you! How are you? How's the special project going?" She was slightly winded from the jog, but excited to see her friend.
Sarah looked anxious and slightly nervous. "Oh, hi Ally... yeah... it's going good... I guess...sorry, but I'm late... I...I gotta go. C-ya." She swiped her pass, opened the front door and quickly bolted.
Ally frowned and watched the pretty blonde girl disappear down the long corridor leading to the "Special Projects" section. She wondered what was up with her friend. "Oh well, I guess there is a lot of pressure with her new position..." Ally shrugged and sauntered towards her area. She could already hear her co-workers engaged in an animated and inane debate over who was tougher: the Master Chief or Batman. She rolled her eyes and headed for the privacy of her cubical.
*****
Weeks went by and Ally seriously debated quitting. The days were painfully long, and to make matters worse, she was beginning to realize the game she was working on was definitely no "Halo". She put the controller down on her desk and watched as the vibration feedback kicked in as an on-screen foe slashed at her character. The controller rumbled itself right of the desk and she let it crash to the ground with apathy.
Michael, her nerdy but nice cubical neighbor, poked his head around the corner. "You OK, Ally?" He sounded genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine Mike, I just need a break." She paused the game and put the controller back on the desk. She got up and decided to head outside for some fresh air. On her way to the front door, she decided to stop for a drink of water from the fountain. She pushed the button and leaned in, enjoying the cool water as it splashed against her lips. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Ally noticed Sarah walking very rapidly and agitatedly towards the front door.
Sarah was obviously upset, as her face was flushed and red as if she'd been crying. Ally watched in stunned silence as her friend forcefully swung the front door open and ran into the parking lot towards her car. She thought about calling out to her, but it happened too fast, and soon Sarah was peeling out of the parking lot. Ally shook her head, hoped that Sarah would be OK, and went outside to get that air. Now she REALLY needed it.
After ten minutes, she headed slowly back to her cubical. When she finally got there, she noticed a yellow sticky note on her monitor. "Please come see me - signed Nancy". It was a note from her boss. She wondered what was up as she headed over to Nancy's office in the far corner. When she got there, she gave a little knock and poked her head in.
"Ally! Hi - please, come in and sit down." Nancy shut the door behind her. "Ally, how has the job been going so far?"
She shrugged her shoulders and told her it was fine. Nancy studied her face for a moment. "Hmmm... I'm not so sure you're really enjoying yourself. Honestly, my take is that you are bored - am I right?"
She was impressed with Nancy's accurate evaluation and slowly nodded her head in agreement.
"I though so." Nancy smiled. "Well, I've got something that could be a lot more interesting for you... something in our Special Projects Division - are you interested?"
Ally was taken aback. Was this the project that Sarah had been working on?
As if her mind was being read, Nancy spoke up. "You'd be taking over the position from Sarah. She gave her notice today... quite unexpectedly."
Ally was now extremely curious. "What would I be doing?"
Nancy shrugged slightly. "Oh... some motion-capture stuff for a new video game. If you are interested, we should take a walk down to the Special Projects area to see Troy Lewallen - he's in charge there."
Ally's excitement was growing. Mo-cap... how cool was that! No more boring game testing, now she would be a model! A big smile appeared on her face. Nancy rose up from her desk. "Come on, let's go meet Troy."
Things were finally starting to get interesting around here. She followed her boss down the long corridor leading to the Special Projects Division. She had always wondered what was down here - it was so top secret that it was intriguing. Nancy cleared the two of them at the security gate, and led her down the hall to Troy's office.
When they got there, Ally did a double take. Troy's office was huge and beautiful. Leather chairs and a couch surrounded a coffee table. A plasma screen TV was fixed neatly on the wall. She even noticed that Troy had a "wall-bed" - a bed that could be folded up into the wall and brought down when needed. She guessed that Troy must have to work a lot of late nights.
Nancy did the introductions. "Troy, this is Ally. She works in our testing department. The same one that Sarah came from."
"Hi, Ally!" Troy came over and shook her hand enthusiastically. She noticed his hand was warm and buttery soft, and that his jacket was Armani... and that he looked good in it. Troy had a handsome boyish look, and his tousled hair and laid-back manner suggested that he was a skateboarder or something cool in his down time. She tried not to blush, but definitely felt an immediate attraction toward him.
"Please, sit down and let me tell you a bit about what we're working on." The three of them sat down, and Troy cleared his throat. He looked over at Nancy and took a deep breath. "We're working on a very special video game that is for a niche market. A very specialized market, but one that shows high profitability if we can tap it correctly."
Ally noticed that Troy was starting to get a little nervous. Troy cleared his throat again.
"The market we want to tap is outside the mainstream... uh, it's a little 'out there'.... ummmm.... it's not pornography... uh... I mean, well what I'm trying to say is... uh..." Troy was starting to get really embarrassed.
"Oh for gosh sakes Troy." Nancy rolled her eyes at him. "What Troy is trying to say is that we are making a video game for a niche market, and that market is the tickling community."
Ally froze and her heart raced. Tickling? Did she just say tickling?! She had loved tickling all her life! In fact, it was an obsession for her. She often spent her nights surfing the TMF, looking at pictures and videos of helpless girls being bound and tickled, and fantasizing that she was the one at the mercy of the sadistic tickler. She felt herself becoming flushed and forced herself to play it cool. She looked over at Troy, who was blushing heavily himself, and said innocently, 'Tickling?'.
Troy pursed his lips, then launched into a rapid-fire diatribe about the tickling community/profit margins/loyalty in niche markets and a bunch of other stuff that zinged over her head. When Troy was done, he exhaled and sagged in his chair. She just stared at him, bemused. Was Troy a part of the tickling community too, she wondered?
Nancy broke the silence. "Ally, what Troy needs is a motion-capture model for the game. I have to warn you that bondage is involved. This game is a tickle torture simulator. Sarah was our original model, but she didn't quite make it to the end...she was excruciatingly ticklish..."
Ally looked at Nancy, then back at Troy. She sat up tall and looked Troy in the eye. "So you need me to be tied up and tickled?" Troy looked back at her and nodded his head. "Well... OK... when do we get started?"
Troy looked at Nancy then back at Ally and a huge grin spread across his face. "As soon as you sign this release form - just a formality."
She picked up a pen and signed on the dotted line.
*****
Her first day on the new job was exciting! Troy brought her in to meet with the Mo-Cap team. Ally was curious. "Do I have to wear a suit with all the little balls attached?"
Troy shook his head. It was explained to her that a new technology was being used due to the nature of the video game. The amount of physical contact required would not work using the "ball-suit". Instead, the motion capture would take place in a room filled with millions of invisible infrared beams that would perfectly capture every move.
Ally nodded her head, impressed by the technology. Troy led her into the mo-cap room for the day's first shoot. A large padded table was in the center of the room. Troy asked if she was comfortable doing the shoot in her underwear. She nodded and slipped off her clothes.
Soon she was bare-foot with just her panties and sports-bra on. Troy did his best to act cool, but was noticeably flushed. "Wow - you are beautiful, Ally."
Troy could not stop looking down at her feet, and she wiggled her toes seductively to tease him a bit. He cleared his throat and asked her to lie down on the table. She climbed up and began lying down on her back, but Troy stopped her. "No... sorry - I meant for you to lie down on your stomach. We're doing a hog-tie session today."
A grin flashed across her face as she flipped over. Troy put leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, attaching them all to a center ring. She was now hog-tied, with her bare-soles facing the ceiling. Ally giggled as Troy ran his fingers delicately over the bottoms of her feet. She turned her head to look at him and he smiled down at her. She smiled back and her eyes brightened. Troy continued running his fingers lightly over her body, causing her to squirm and titter.
"This is fun! You're very ticklish, Ally!" Troy's fingertips grazed her hips and she yelped. "I could do this all day, but we really should get down to some work." He pulled his hands away and started to head for the door.
Ally lifted up her head. "Troy - wait! Aren't you going to tickle me?"
Troy turned back and looked at her from the doorway. "Nope, not me. I've got professionals for that. We need realism. Remember, this game is a tickle torture simulator, and the tickling community will not stand for anything sub-par."
Ally furled her brow and then her eyes opened wide as two hooded men entered the room, shutting and locking the door behind them.
"Hello Ally, my name is Simon and this is Kyle - better known as the "Hooded Tickler". We've got a long session ahead of us. The key to the success of this video game will be the options. Virtual ticklers will want as many choices as possible, so that means you will be hog-tied several different ways today with varying levels of 'severity', including blindfolding and gagging. We've got a script list we're going to follow so we don't miss anything. All you have to do today is laugh. And you will." The two men looked at each other and chuckled.
"Wait, wait!!" Ally started to panic. "I'm not sure I can handle this!!!"
Simon held up a contract with her signature on it. "This says you're ours, Ally, sorry. Kyle, maybe we better start with a gagging session. Ally might not quite be 'on-board' with the program yet."
Before she could protest, a thick rubber ball gag was pulled into her mouth and strapped tightly around her head. "MMMMMMPHFF! MMMMMNNNNNPHFF!!!!" Ally struggled, but tied and gagged as she was, there was little hope.
Kyle positioned himself at her helplessly bound frantically wiggling feet. "Lucky for you the hog-tie position mainly allows for one tickler at a time only. We'll trade off. We're both featured in the game and both have our own unique styles - it'll be a different story when we do the 'Rack' session. That's all about two-timing... it'll be fun, you'll see!"
Simon stepped out of the room to let Kyle work his magic for the mo-cap team. Ally put her head down and closed her eyes. She heard the producer call out '3-2-1... action', then Kyle's expert fingers descended upon her bare feet and laughter coursed through her body. She wondered if she would survive!
*****
Ally's first day on the new job was going well... at least for the mo-cap team! Scantily clad, gagged, hog-tied and utterly helpless, she spent the morning at the mercy of two of the most famous and expert ticklers known: Simon from Tickle-Time Productions, and Kyle, the legendary "Hooded Tickler". Both were famous producers of extreme tickling videos, and both were masters of the fine art of tickle torture.
For two solid hours, Simon and Kyle took turns torturing Ally into hysterical fits of helpless laughter. She begged and pleaded for mercy, but the gag prevented her from coherence, and the ticklers ignored her anyway. She was under contract and it was all business to them.
The script they were working from made things even more horrible. In order to fulfill the videogame's tall list of options, it was necessary to tickle every part of Ally's body, then adjust the bondage and start all over again. It always went in the same order - bare feet, then calves, then backs of knees, then hips, then stomach, then ribs, then armpits, and finally around her neck and chin. Even though she knew what was coming, it didn't diminish the ticklish sensations at all. In fact, it was even worse as every round the additional bondage meant being able to move less, or having a body part made even more exposed and helpless, like having her big toes tied together and pulled back so her ultra-ticklish soles were stretched like a canvas prepared for torturous finger-painting. It also seemed like Simon and Kyle were in competition with each other. Each time they switched off they would make comments to each other like "Not bad" or "Is that all? Let me show you how it's done!" Then they would attack her helpless feet to start the round again.
As unbearable as it all was, a funny thing started to happen as the torture neared the end of its second hour. Ally's resolve to fight against the tickling began to crumble, and soon she felt herself letting go and accepting what was being done to her. The sensations that she tried so hard to fight off suddenly engulfed her, and she felt more aroused than ever before in her entire life. She rolled back her eyes and moaned through the gag as beautiful waves of pleasure coursed through her body and radiated from her now throbbing pussy.
Kyle, who was tickling her at the time, seemed to instinctually know what was happening and slid his fingers from her hips to her loins, easing up on the deep tickling he had been punishing her with and switching to a maddeningly arousing loin and pussy tickling. Ally gasped and pressed down on his wiggling fingers. His hand found her clit and began a softly pressured rub, and she began to pull desperately against the bondage. Since they had also tied her elbows and knees and attached the circular ring joining her wrists and ankles to a suspension rope in the ceiling, Ally could barely move. In fact, the only thing she could do was bob up and down on Kyle's hands as he toyed lazily with her clit and loins, driving her crazy with lust.
Kyle also toyed with his captive verbally. "Do you like this, Ally?" He chuckled, enjoying the feeling of her sensuous squirming on his hands. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded her head vigorously, mewling through the gag. He laughed again and continued the steady teasing for a while, before calling out to his partner-in-crime. "Simon! Get in here and help me out for a sec!"
The door to the mo-cap room/tickle torture chamber unlocked and Simon stepped in. "Well, well! What is going on here?" Simon was greatly amused. "Looks like someone is all turned-on! Let's see if I can assist."
Suddenly Ally felt Simon's nails lightly scratching the bottoms of her upturned soles and it was the final straw. The sensations from her feet shot through her like electricity, going directly to her pussy and causing her to stiffen. Seconds later she exploded with a series of powerful orgasms that rocked her to the core. All the while, Simon kept lightly tickling her feet while Kyle used his fingers to assist Ally with her orgasms, ensuring every drop of pleasure was extracted.
When it was finally over, both men gently pulled their fingers away, letting her sag in her bonds. They took off her gag and let her lie on the torture table for a few minutes, breathing deeply in an ultra-relaxed and peaceful state. When she finally got the strength to open her eyes, she saw Simon and Kyle, now both un-masked, standing there smiling at her.
Kyle smiled warmly and asked how she felt. She let out a breath, thought for a moment and replied. "That was INCREDIBLE."
Her work-mates/torturers looked at each other with big grins on their faces. "I do believe we have a 'Lee' on our hands" chuckled a happy Simon to a smiling Kyle. "Now how lucky is that, old buddy?"
Kyle walked over to her and stroked her hair and face softly. "Great job today, Ally - seriously." Simon untied her and she felt relief as her tired limbs were finally free. When all the cuffs were off, Kyle and Simon gave her the best massage of her life. Apparently their talents extended beyond tickle torture!
Twenty minutes and one hell of a great massage later, Ally lay on the table in a state of bliss. The two ticklers each gave her a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room with a wave and a laugh. She just smiled to herself and sighed. She lay there for a few more minutes before slowly getting up. She thought she would be stiff and sore, but the massage had actually made her feel more supple than normal. As Ally hopped off the table, Troy entered the room. He looked really happy and she noticed he was blushing a little again. "Ally! That was a great job today! You are a real trooper. A star!"
She smiled. Now it was her turn to blush. There seemed to be a pattern developing here...
"Are you hungry?" Troy looked hopeful. "I would love to treat you to a nice dinner... that is if you're free?" Ally just smiled and nodded her head prettily. They locked eyes and connected for a minute before he gulped and looked away shyly.
Ally thought Troy was very sweet. After she pulled on her clothes, she held on to his arm and he led her out the door. She was definitely excited about the future and what tomorrow would bring.
*****
Ally loved every minute of her new life. The tickle torture motion capture sessions were so much fun. Simon and Kyle were true sadistic professionals, but they were also becoming her friends. Everyday they would subject Ally to more inventive bondage and tickling techniques, and the sessions were full of great banter, amusing moments, and LOTS of hysterical laughter.
Her relationship with Troy was also growing. After that first tickle session, the two of them had gone out to dinner and spent a couple hours relaxing and getting to know each other. It turned out that Troy was somewhat of a closet tickle-fetishist, and for the first time in his life he was opening up about it. Ally thought Troy was so sweet and innocent, and decided to help him "come out".
During desert, she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I want you to tie me up and tickle me tonight." Of course, Troy immediately became flustered, momentarily choking on his desert before quickly calling for the bill. The two quick-stepped out of the restaurant and into his Porsche. Troy drove like a maniac while Ally grinned and watched him with delight and amusement.
Their tickle-session that night was a lot of fun. Troy had a beautiful house that was very isolated from the neighbors. This meant they could make as much noise as they wanted, and Ally soon found herself bound to his king-sized bed with silk neckties. He had started tentatively at first, but upon Ally's first giggle he got right into the swing of things. It wasn't long before he was making her thrash, scream and laugh.
Troy quickly grew a boner the size of Kanas and soon Ally was begging him to enter her. He did - and kept the tickling going at the same time, causing Ally to moan, laugh, and writhe wildly. They climaxed at the same time with multiple orgasms that could only be described as "4th of July fireworks."
From that night on, they engaged in regular tickling sessions almost every night. Their appetite for tickle torture was insatiable, and Ally could not believe her good fortune to be in a relationship like this. It was heaven.
Almost 2 months had gone by, and the video game was nearing completion. Most of the mo-cap was done, and Ally found herself only coming in for very short sessions, just to re-do some footage and what-not. It was mostly to get cleaner captures. She spent some time with the designers, and they let her play-test the game.
She found the game to be simply incredible. It had all the depth of an RPG, but the central theme was tickling! There were so many options it made her head spin. Now she knew why they had subjected her to hours and hours of different bondage positions - from very light to hardcore extreme. It seemed like no option was left out. Whatever the player's tickling desire, they could do it in this game. Even cooler, you could play the role of torturer OR victim!
During one play test, she created an avatar that was a perfect likeness of her - ironic, since the mo-cap team did not map her face, only her body and her motions. She took her character and decided to create an interrogation scenario. As she watched her avatar being tied to a chair with a bright spotlight on her, Ally began to get very aroused. She watched as the torturer used tickling in an attempt to get information. Ally moved the joystick causing her character to squirm and struggle. Pushing the "X" button made her character laugh. Pressing the shoulder buttons at the same time modulated the intensity so her avatar was peeling with tortured laughter.
The interrogator asked if she was willing to give up the information, and three text options appeared:
1) I'll tell you what you want to know, please no more tickling!
2) Let me go! I don't know what you are talking about!
3) Fuck off! I'll never talk!
She laughed and moved the joystick, highlighting "Option Three" to subject her avatar to more torture. This was by far the best video game she had ever played!
After work, Ally decided to head home for a bath. Troy was out of town for a few days on business, and she found herself missing him terribly. She reasoned that it was probably good to take a break. After all, they had been pretty much inseparable since that first night together. Her cell phone vibrated with a text message and she read it.
Ally - can't wait to get home so I can hog-tie you and tickle those pretty little bare feet and sensitive hips of yours all night! See you soon - Love Troy.
Ally sighed and felt a wave of arousal pass over her. Troy was always teasing her with text messages, and she found herself in a perpetual state of horniness. She quickly texted him back.
Troy - you'll have to catch me first! You know how excruciatingly ticklish I am. There's just no way I could stand being your hog-tied prisoner for the entire night. Oh, the terrible things you might do to me in that situation! Come home soon - Love Ally. XXOO.
Ally smiled and drove home. She pulled into her driveway and went in the side door. She kicked off her shoes and went straight to the bathroom to start the bath, turning the taps and feeling the water to get the correct temperature. Satisfied, she left it running and padded off to her room to take off her clothes and get her robe. Climbing into the nice hot bath was heavenly and she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She slid her feet up on the edge of the tub and admired her French-tipped pedicure. She had beautiful feet, and Troy lusted after them. He loved to tickle them for hours and she loved the way Troy would play her soles like a finely tuned instrument, sending sexual electrical shocks through her. The memory made Ally hot, and she played with herself for a while, before dozing off for a little nap.
When she woke up, she pulled the plug and stood up to dry herself off. She slipped on her robe and made her way to the kitchen, opening her fridge and looking inside for a snack. She decided to eat some fruit and reached for an apple when suddenly a set of strong arms wrapped around her and a leather gloved hand pressed firmly against her mouth!
"MMMMMMPHHH! MMMMMM!" Ally panicked and fought, but whoever had grabbed her was just too strong. She was moved backwards just in time to see a masked man in front of her approach her with a spray bottle which he quickly spritzed into her face. She coughed and then became dizzy. Her vision blurred and she blacked out.
To be continued...?
THE TESTER
Ally sighed and got up from the kitchen table. She poured the rest of her coffee into the sink, rinsed the cup and headed for the door. Another long day of work lay ahead of her, and she wasn't necessarily looking forward to it. It wasn't that the job was terrible, just kind of boring. She was a video game tester at one of the biggest video game companies in Southern California, and she spent each day play testing one of their newest games, looking for errors in the coding and making notes.
When she first got the job, she was excited. She liked video games and thought it would be great to get paid to play them. However, after playing the same level over and over and over, she found herself quickly growing bored. Whenever she was bored, it seemed like time just slowed to a crawl.
Thankfully her commute was short. As she parked her car, she noticed her friend Sarah walking rapidly by, on her way towards the front door. Sarah was one of the only other girls that worked here, and the two had bonded quickly. Ally hadn't seen much of her blonde friend for the last few weeks. Sarah had been moved to a special project that required her to work in a different area that required security clearance.
"Hey Sarah!" She tried to catch the attention of her friend. "Wait for me!" Ally grabbed her knapsack and jogged up to the front door. "Hey you! How are you? How's the special project going?" She was slightly winded from the jog, but excited to see her friend.
Sarah looked anxious and slightly nervous. "Oh, hi Ally... yeah... it's going good... I guess...sorry, but I'm late... I...I gotta go. C-ya." She swiped her pass, opened the front door and quickly bolted.
Ally frowned and watched the pretty blonde girl disappear down the long corridor leading to the "Special Projects" section. She wondered what was up with her friend. "Oh well, I guess there is a lot of pressure with her new position..." Ally shrugged and sauntered towards her area. She could already hear her co-workers engaged in an animated and inane debate over who was tougher: the Master Chief or Batman. She rolled her eyes and headed for the privacy of her cubical.
*****
Weeks went by and Ally seriously debated quitting. The days were painfully long, and to make matters worse, she was beginning to realize the game she was working on was definitely no "Halo". She put the controller down on her desk and watched as the vibration feedback kicked in as an on-screen foe slashed at her character. The controller rumbled itself right of the desk and she let it crash to the ground with apathy.
Michael, her nerdy but nice cubical neighbor, poked his head around the corner. "You OK, Ally?" He sounded genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine Mike, I just need a break." She paused the game and put the controller back on the desk. She got up and decided to head outside for some fresh air. On her way to the front door, she decided to stop for a drink of water from the fountain. She pushed the button and leaned in, enjoying the cool water as it splashed against her lips. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Ally noticed Sarah walking very rapidly and agitatedly towards the front door.
Sarah was obviously upset, as her face was flushed and red as if she'd been crying. Ally watched in stunned silence as her friend forcefully swung the front door open and ran into the parking lot towards her car. She thought about calling out to her, but it happened too fast, and soon Sarah was peeling out of the parking lot. Ally shook her head, hoped that Sarah would be OK, and went outside to get that air. Now she REALLY needed it.
After ten minutes, she headed slowly back to her cubical. When she finally got there, she noticed a yellow sticky note on her monitor. "Please come see me - signed Nancy". It was a note from her boss. She wondered what was up as she headed over to Nancy's office in the far corner. When she got there, she gave a little knock and poked her head in.
"Ally! Hi - please, come in and sit down." Nancy shut the door behind her. "Ally, how has the job been going so far?"
She shrugged her shoulders and told her it was fine. Nancy studied her face for a moment. "Hmmm... I'm not so sure you're really enjoying yourself. Honestly, my take is that you are bored - am I right?"
She was impressed with Nancy's accurate evaluation and slowly nodded her head in agreement.
"I though so." Nancy smiled. "Well, I've got something that could be a lot more interesting for you... something in our Special Projects Division - are you interested?"
Ally was taken aback. Was this the project that Sarah had been working on?
As if her mind was being read, Nancy spoke up. "You'd be taking over the position from Sarah. She gave her notice today... quite unexpectedly."
Ally was now extremely curious. "What would I be doing?"
Nancy shrugged slightly. "Oh... some motion-capture stuff for a new video game. If you are interested, we should take a walk down to the Special Projects area to see Troy Lewallen - he's in charge there."
Ally's excitement was growing. Mo-cap... how cool was that! No more boring game testing, now she would be a model! A big smile appeared on her face. Nancy rose up from her desk. "Come on, let's go meet Troy."
Things were finally starting to get interesting around here. She followed her boss down the long corridor leading to the Special Projects Division. She had always wondered what was down here - it was so top secret that it was intriguing. Nancy cleared the two of them at the security gate, and led her down the hall to Troy's office.
When they got there, Ally did a double take. Troy's office was huge and beautiful. Leather chairs and a couch surrounded a coffee table. A plasma screen TV was fixed neatly on the wall. She even noticed that Troy had a "wall-bed" - a bed that could be folded up into the wall and brought down when needed. She guessed that Troy must have to work a lot of late nights.
Nancy did the introductions. "Troy, this is Ally. She works in our testing department. The same one that Sarah came from."
"Hi, Ally!" Troy came over and shook her hand enthusiastically. She noticed his hand was warm and buttery soft, and that his jacket was Armani... and that he looked good in it. Troy had a handsome boyish look, and his tousled hair and laid-back manner suggested that he was a skateboarder or something cool in his down time. She tried not to blush, but definitely felt an immediate attraction toward him.
"Please, sit down and let me tell you a bit about what we're working on." The three of them sat down, and Troy cleared his throat. He looked over at Nancy and took a deep breath. "We're working on a very special video game that is for a niche market. A very specialized market, but one that shows high profitability if we can tap it correctly."
Ally noticed that Troy was starting to get a little nervous. Troy cleared his throat again.
"The market we want to tap is outside the mainstream... uh, it's a little 'out there'.... ummmm.... it's not pornography... uh... I mean, well what I'm trying to say is... uh..." Troy was starting to get really embarrassed.
"Oh for gosh sakes Troy." Nancy rolled her eyes at him. "What Troy is trying to say is that we are making a video game for a niche market, and that market is the tickling community."
Ally froze and her heart raced. Tickling? Did she just say tickling?! She had loved tickling all her life! In fact, it was an obsession for her. She often spent her nights surfing the TMF, looking at pictures and videos of helpless girls being bound and tickled, and fantasizing that she was the one at the mercy of the sadistic tickler. She felt herself becoming flushed and forced herself to play it cool. She looked over at Troy, who was blushing heavily himself, and said innocently, 'Tickling?'.
Troy pursed his lips, then launched into a rapid-fire diatribe about the tickling community/profit margins/loyalty in niche markets and a bunch of other stuff that zinged over her head. When Troy was done, he exhaled and sagged in his chair. She just stared at him, bemused. Was Troy a part of the tickling community too, she wondered?
Nancy broke the silence. "Ally, what Troy needs is a motion-capture model for the game. I have to warn you that bondage is involved. This game is a tickle torture simulator. Sarah was our original model, but she didn't quite make it to the end...she was excruciatingly ticklish..."
Ally looked at Nancy, then back at Troy. She sat up tall and looked Troy in the eye. "So you need me to be tied up and tickled?" Troy looked back at her and nodded his head. "Well... OK... when do we get started?"
Troy looked at Nancy then back at Ally and a huge grin spread across his face. "As soon as you sign this release form - just a formality."
She picked up a pen and signed on the dotted line.
*****
Her first day on the new job was exciting! Troy brought her in to meet with the Mo-Cap team. Ally was curious. "Do I have to wear a suit with all the little balls attached?"
Troy shook his head. It was explained to her that a new technology was being used due to the nature of the video game. The amount of physical contact required would not work using the "ball-suit". Instead, the motion capture would take place in a room filled with millions of invisible infrared beams that would perfectly capture every move.
Ally nodded her head, impressed by the technology. Troy led her into the mo-cap room for the day's first shoot. A large padded table was in the center of the room. Troy asked if she was comfortable doing the shoot in her underwear. She nodded and slipped off her clothes.
Soon she was bare-foot with just her panties and sports-bra on. Troy did his best to act cool, but was noticeably flushed. "Wow - you are beautiful, Ally."
Troy could not stop looking down at her feet, and she wiggled her toes seductively to tease him a bit. He cleared his throat and asked her to lie down on the table. She climbed up and began lying down on her back, but Troy stopped her. "No... sorry - I meant for you to lie down on your stomach. We're doing a hog-tie session today."
A grin flashed across her face as she flipped over. Troy put leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, attaching them all to a center ring. She was now hog-tied, with her bare-soles facing the ceiling. Ally giggled as Troy ran his fingers delicately over the bottoms of her feet. She turned her head to look at him and he smiled down at her. She smiled back and her eyes brightened. Troy continued running his fingers lightly over her body, causing her to squirm and titter.
"This is fun! You're very ticklish, Ally!" Troy's fingertips grazed her hips and she yelped. "I could do this all day, but we really should get down to some work." He pulled his hands away and started to head for the door.
Ally lifted up her head. "Troy - wait! Aren't you going to tickle me?"
Troy turned back and looked at her from the doorway. "Nope, not me. I've got professionals for that. We need realism. Remember, this game is a tickle torture simulator, and the tickling community will not stand for anything sub-par."
Ally furled her brow and then her eyes opened wide as two hooded men entered the room, shutting and locking the door behind them.
"Hello Ally, my name is Simon and this is Kyle - better known as the "Hooded Tickler". We've got a long session ahead of us. The key to the success of this video game will be the options. Virtual ticklers will want as many choices as possible, so that means you will be hog-tied several different ways today with varying levels of 'severity', including blindfolding and gagging. We've got a script list we're going to follow so we don't miss anything. All you have to do today is laugh. And you will." The two men looked at each other and chuckled.
"Wait, wait!!" Ally started to panic. "I'm not sure I can handle this!!!"
Simon held up a contract with her signature on it. "This says you're ours, Ally, sorry. Kyle, maybe we better start with a gagging session. Ally might not quite be 'on-board' with the program yet."
Before she could protest, a thick rubber ball gag was pulled into her mouth and strapped tightly around her head. "MMMMMMPHFF! MMMMMNNNNNPHFF!!!!" Ally struggled, but tied and gagged as she was, there was little hope.
Kyle positioned himself at her helplessly bound frantically wiggling feet. "Lucky for you the hog-tie position mainly allows for one tickler at a time only. We'll trade off. We're both featured in the game and both have our own unique styles - it'll be a different story when we do the 'Rack' session. That's all about two-timing... it'll be fun, you'll see!"
Simon stepped out of the room to let Kyle work his magic for the mo-cap team. Ally put her head down and closed her eyes. She heard the producer call out '3-2-1... action', then Kyle's expert fingers descended upon her bare feet and laughter coursed through her body. She wondered if she would survive!
*****
Ally's first day on the new job was going well... at least for the mo-cap team! Scantily clad, gagged, hog-tied and utterly helpless, she spent the morning at the mercy of two of the most famous and expert ticklers known: Simon from Tickle-Time Productions, and Kyle, the legendary "Hooded Tickler". Both were famous producers of extreme tickling videos, and both were masters of the fine art of tickle torture.
For two solid hours, Simon and Kyle took turns torturing Ally into hysterical fits of helpless laughter. She begged and pleaded for mercy, but the gag prevented her from coherence, and the ticklers ignored her anyway. She was under contract and it was all business to them.
The script they were working from made things even more horrible. In order to fulfill the videogame's tall list of options, it was necessary to tickle every part of Ally's body, then adjust the bondage and start all over again. It always went in the same order - bare feet, then calves, then backs of knees, then hips, then stomach, then ribs, then armpits, and finally around her neck and chin. Even though she knew what was coming, it didn't diminish the ticklish sensations at all. In fact, it was even worse as every round the additional bondage meant being able to move less, or having a body part made even more exposed and helpless, like having her big toes tied together and pulled back so her ultra-ticklish soles were stretched like a canvas prepared for torturous finger-painting. It also seemed like Simon and Kyle were in competition with each other. Each time they switched off they would make comments to each other like "Not bad" or "Is that all? Let me show you how it's done!" Then they would attack her helpless feet to start the round again.
As unbearable as it all was, a funny thing started to happen as the torture neared the end of its second hour. Ally's resolve to fight against the tickling began to crumble, and soon she felt herself letting go and accepting what was being done to her. The sensations that she tried so hard to fight off suddenly engulfed her, and she felt more aroused than ever before in her entire life. She rolled back her eyes and moaned through the gag as beautiful waves of pleasure coursed through her body and radiated from her now throbbing pussy.
Kyle, who was tickling her at the time, seemed to instinctually know what was happening and slid his fingers from her hips to her loins, easing up on the deep tickling he had been punishing her with and switching to a maddeningly arousing loin and pussy tickling. Ally gasped and pressed down on his wiggling fingers. His hand found her clit and began a softly pressured rub, and she began to pull desperately against the bondage. Since they had also tied her elbows and knees and attached the circular ring joining her wrists and ankles to a suspension rope in the ceiling, Ally could barely move. In fact, the only thing she could do was bob up and down on Kyle's hands as he toyed lazily with her clit and loins, driving her crazy with lust.
Kyle also toyed with his captive verbally. "Do you like this, Ally?" He chuckled, enjoying the feeling of her sensuous squirming on his hands. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded her head vigorously, mewling through the gag. He laughed again and continued the steady teasing for a while, before calling out to his partner-in-crime. "Simon! Get in here and help me out for a sec!"
The door to the mo-cap room/tickle torture chamber unlocked and Simon stepped in. "Well, well! What is going on here?" Simon was greatly amused. "Looks like someone is all turned-on! Let's see if I can assist."
Suddenly Ally felt Simon's nails lightly scratching the bottoms of her upturned soles and it was the final straw. The sensations from her feet shot through her like electricity, going directly to her pussy and causing her to stiffen. Seconds later she exploded with a series of powerful orgasms that rocked her to the core. All the while, Simon kept lightly tickling her feet while Kyle used his fingers to assist Ally with her orgasms, ensuring every drop of pleasure was extracted.
When it was finally over, both men gently pulled their fingers away, letting her sag in her bonds. They took off her gag and let her lie on the torture table for a few minutes, breathing deeply in an ultra-relaxed and peaceful state. When she finally got the strength to open her eyes, she saw Simon and Kyle, now both un-masked, standing there smiling at her.
Kyle smiled warmly and asked how she felt. She let out a breath, thought for a moment and replied. "That was INCREDIBLE."
Her work-mates/torturers looked at each other with big grins on their faces. "I do believe we have a 'Lee' on our hands" chuckled a happy Simon to a smiling Kyle. "Now how lucky is that, old buddy?"
Kyle walked over to her and stroked her hair and face softly. "Great job today, Ally - seriously." Simon untied her and she felt relief as her tired limbs were finally free. When all the cuffs were off, Kyle and Simon gave her the best massage of her life. Apparently their talents extended beyond tickle torture!
Twenty minutes and one hell of a great massage later, Ally lay on the table in a state of bliss. The two ticklers each gave her a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room with a wave and a laugh. She just smiled to herself and sighed. She lay there for a few more minutes before slowly getting up. She thought she would be stiff and sore, but the massage had actually made her feel more supple than normal. As Ally hopped off the table, Troy entered the room. He looked really happy and she noticed he was blushing a little again. "Ally! That was a great job today! You are a real trooper. A star!"
She smiled. Now it was her turn to blush. There seemed to be a pattern developing here...
"Are you hungry?" Troy looked hopeful. "I would love to treat you to a nice dinner... that is if you're free?" Ally just smiled and nodded her head prettily. They locked eyes and connected for a minute before he gulped and looked away shyly.
Ally thought Troy was very sweet. After she pulled on her clothes, she held on to his arm and he led her out the door. She was definitely excited about the future and what tomorrow would bring.
*****
Ally loved every minute of her new life. The tickle torture motion capture sessions were so much fun. Simon and Kyle were true sadistic professionals, but they were also becoming her friends. Everyday they would subject Ally to more inventive bondage and tickling techniques, and the sessions were full of great banter, amusing moments, and LOTS of hysterical laughter.
Her relationship with Troy was also growing. After that first tickle session, the two of them had gone out to dinner and spent a couple hours relaxing and getting to know each other. It turned out that Troy was somewhat of a closet tickle-fetishist, and for the first time in his life he was opening up about it. Ally thought Troy was so sweet and innocent, and decided to help him "come out".
During desert, she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I want you to tie me up and tickle me tonight." Of course, Troy immediately became flustered, momentarily choking on his desert before quickly calling for the bill. The two quick-stepped out of the restaurant and into his Porsche. Troy drove like a maniac while Ally grinned and watched him with delight and amusement.
Their tickle-session that night was a lot of fun. Troy had a beautiful house that was very isolated from the neighbors. This meant they could make as much noise as they wanted, and Ally soon found herself bound to his king-sized bed with silk neckties. He had started tentatively at first, but upon Ally's first giggle he got right into the swing of things. It wasn't long before he was making her thrash, scream and laugh.
Troy quickly grew a boner the size of Kanas and soon Ally was begging him to enter her. He did - and kept the tickling going at the same time, causing Ally to moan, laugh, and writhe wildly. They climaxed at the same time with multiple orgasms that could only be described as "4th of July fireworks."
From that night on, they engaged in regular tickling sessions almost every night. Their appetite for tickle torture was insatiable, and Ally could not believe her good fortune to be in a relationship like this. It was heaven.
Almost 2 months had gone by, and the video game was nearing completion. Most of the mo-cap was done, and Ally found herself only coming in for very short sessions, just to re-do some footage and what-not. It was mostly to get cleaner captures. She spent some time with the designers, and they let her play-test the game.
She found the game to be simply incredible. It had all the depth of an RPG, but the central theme was tickling! There were so many options it made her head spin. Now she knew why they had subjected her to hours and hours of different bondage positions - from very light to hardcore extreme. It seemed like no option was left out. Whatever the player's tickling desire, they could do it in this game. Even cooler, you could play the role of torturer OR victim!
During one play test, she created an avatar that was a perfect likeness of her - ironic, since the mo-cap team did not map her face, only her body and her motions. She took her character and decided to create an interrogation scenario. As she watched her avatar being tied to a chair with a bright spotlight on her, Ally began to get very aroused. She watched as the torturer used tickling in an attempt to get information. Ally moved the joystick causing her character to squirm and struggle. Pushing the "X" button made her character laugh. Pressing the shoulder buttons at the same time modulated the intensity so her avatar was peeling with tortured laughter.
The interrogator asked if she was willing to give up the information, and three text options appeared:
1) I'll tell you what you want to know, please no more tickling!
2) Let me go! I don't know what you are talking about!
3) Fuck off! I'll never talk!
She laughed and moved the joystick, highlighting "Option Three" to subject her avatar to more torture. This was by far the best video game she had ever played!
After work, Ally decided to head home for a bath. Troy was out of town for a few days on business, and she found herself missing him terribly. She reasoned that it was probably good to take a break. After all, they had been pretty much inseparable since that first night together. Her cell phone vibrated with a text message and she read it.
Ally - can't wait to get home so I can hog-tie you and tickle those pretty little bare feet and sensitive hips of yours all night! See you soon - Love Troy.
Ally sighed and felt a wave of arousal pass over her. Troy was always teasing her with text messages, and she found herself in a perpetual state of horniness. She quickly texted him back.
Troy - you'll have to catch me first! You know how excruciatingly ticklish I am. There's just no way I could stand being your hog-tied prisoner for the entire night. Oh, the terrible things you might do to me in that situation! Come home soon - Love Ally. XXOO.
Ally smiled and drove home. She pulled into her driveway and went in the side door. She kicked off her shoes and went straight to the bathroom to start the bath, turning the taps and feeling the water to get the correct temperature. Satisfied, she left it running and padded off to her room to take off her clothes and get her robe. Climbing into the nice hot bath was heavenly and she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She slid her feet up on the edge of the tub and admired her French-tipped pedicure. She had beautiful feet, and Troy lusted after them. He loved to tickle them for hours and she loved the way Troy would play her soles like a finely tuned instrument, sending sexual electrical shocks through her. The memory made Ally hot, and she played with herself for a while, before dozing off for a little nap.
When she woke up, she pulled the plug and stood up to dry herself off. She slipped on her robe and made her way to the kitchen, opening her fridge and looking inside for a snack. She decided to eat some fruit and reached for an apple when suddenly a set of strong arms wrapped around her and a leather gloved hand pressed firmly against her mouth!
"MMMMMMPHHH! MMMMMM!" Ally panicked and fought, but whoever had grabbed her was just too strong. She was moved backwards just in time to see a masked man in front of her approach her with a spray bottle which he quickly spritzed into her face. She coughed and then became dizzy. Her vision blurred and she blacked out.
To be continued...?
