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The Wall (m*/f)

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THE WALL

by Ann



It was a dark and rainy night. The dampness sent a chill through Rita as she walked along. She was rather tired tonight, having spent a long and demanding day at work after not sleeping well the previous night. She'd dreamt all night of being mercilessly tickled and woke up exhausted. All day, she'd had a sense of expectation...a feeling that something was about to happen to her.

Rita's fatigue caused her to be less attentive to her surroundings than she usually was. All she could think of was a hot bath and a good night's sleep. Two blocks from home, she failed to notice the figure stepping out of the shadows behind her. She continued along, unaware of the closing stranger.

Suddenly a hand reached around her midsection, drawing her close...the other hand holding a cloth over her mouth. She tried to scream. But, every breath she took filled her lungs with more of the chloroform that soaked the cloth. All went blank...

HOURS LATER...

Her eyes only half open, Rita struggled to shake off the effects of the powerful sleep agent. Her head was spinning. Her ears rang loudly. All of her senses seemed very keen...amplified somehow. This, she knew was not a result of the chloroform. Something else was causing it. Then, she noticed it. A sickish sweet odor hung about the smoke-filled room. Was there something in the smoke that was causing this?

"Where am I?!", Rita wondered. She tried to get up. No dice. Was she paralyzed? No...she could feel a little movement...could wiggle her fingers and toes a bit. An effect of the drug? She didn't think so. Struggling to raise her head, she could just make out a framework around her. Then, she noticed the restraints.

"No wonder I can't move!", Rita gasped. She tugged with all her might, but was unable to budge in the grasp of the firm restraints.

Suddenly, there was movement off to the side. She turned her head to look. The figure from the night before stood just a few feet away. But, the smoke and the dim lighting prevented her from seeing his face. He drew a step closer.

"Who are you?! What do you want from me?!", Rita demanded.

Silence.

"Can't you hear me?! Who are you?!", Rita demanded again, a slight tremble in her voice betraying her fear.

Silence still.

Then, a click. The sound of a motor. And, she was moving. No. She wasn't moving. It was the framework in which she was secured! It lifted her into an upright position and locked firmly into place with a jolt. She was now suspended in air and totally unable to move.

The man stepped closer. Rita coughed as smoke was blown in her face. It had the same odor that hung about the room. "Some sort of drug?", she pondered. More smoke. She tried to hold her breath. Before long, she needed air and had to inhale. Another large cloud of smoke was blown at her as she did so. For the next several minutes, every breath she took was accompanied by a cloud of smoke. Her head was swimming and her senses grew increasingly keen as the intoxicating smoke took hold of her.

The figure stepped in close to her. He held something n his hand that she couldn't quite make out. He reached forward. She jumped and let out a yelp as it made contact with her bare belly. "A feather!!!", she realized. Then, reality dawning even more, she looked down at herself and realized that she was nearly naked. All that covered her body was a skimpy bikini.

"Let me out of here!", Rita yelled as she began desperately struggling to escape her bonds.

The figure chuckled quietly. "We have to test you first.", he said.

"Test me?! What are you talking about?! Let me go right now!", Rita yelled.

"What am I talking about?", he said. "THIS!", and began to run feathers all up and down her sides and across her belly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! NOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!! STOHAHAHAHAPPP!!!", Rita squealed. She squirmed this way and that in a futile attempt to avoid the feathers.

"Hmmmm!", said the man. "Looking good so far! Let's see how the rest of you measures up. Shall we?" With that, he stepped behind her and began running the feathers all over her back, up her arms, down her legs and over her feet.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!", Rita screamed. "No no no NOHOHOHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOD!!! PLEHEEHEEASE!!! STOHAHAHAPPP!!! PLEASE!!! I CAN'T TAKE ANYHEEHEE MORE!!! STOPPP!!!"

"Oh, you'll do nicely in the wall!", the man exclaimed with a grin. Then, brushing the feathers across her belly once again, "Yes indeed!"

Rita panted, trying to catch her breath. Her mind was racing. She never could take being tickled. She had to get out of this somehow. But, how?!

Her thoughts were interrupted as the man stepped up and began taking measurements of her body. She squirmed and giggled madly as his touch tickled her.

"Whahahat are you dohoohooing?!", Rita managed to ask.

"Just making sure that we have a proper fit.", the man answered. "The wall is fully adjustable, you know."

"The wall?", Rita asked. "What is this wall you keep talking about?"

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough. Believe me! You'll think it's too soon!", the man chuckled.

He finished his measurements and checked her bonds. Then, he stepped over to what appeared to be a computerized terminal and punched in the figures.

He looked over to Rita. "So...You liked the feathers, eh? Well, you're going to LOVE this!", he said.

With that, he pressed one last button on the terminal. A motorized hum began and Rita noticed movement in her peripheral vision. She couldn't make out what it was until they got closer to her. Then, she froze as her blood ran cold with fear. It was a wall, as he had said...two walls, in fact. And they were covered in feathers!!!

The walls closed in around her, front and back. As they did, she could feel the thousands of feathers making contact with her bare flesh. Then, they stopped. Even without moving, the touch of the feathers made her skin crawl. There wasn't an inch of flesh untouched.

Rita struggled to remain still, not wanting to worsen the sensations. She could hear movement. Then, she heard the man's voice.

"Enjoy!", he said. "I'll be back tomorrow to check on things." With that, he pressed a final button...and the walls began to vibrate.
 
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