mister_aimless
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Stephanie waiting in the dark room where the Offering took place. The room was lit by a single light above the bed where she was securely fashioned with leather padded cuffs at the wrists and ankles. Her ankles were cuffed together and dangled off the edge if the bed. Her wrists were cuffed as well to either edge of the bed, stretched out in the shape of a T. She was not uncomfortable; she rested her head on a thick white pillow.
She was selected only once before; as she was lead up the steps of the Mayor’s House in the square of the town of Wellspring the bell rang. Since the Scourge, few places were safe. Despite a modicum of normal, Wellspring was guarded night and day by men on the wall with rifles. The bell rang and the two robed figures in charge of the ceremony told everyone to take shelter. Stephanie’s husband took her into a nearby shop. Shots were fired, shouts echoed throughout the perimeter and the citizens huddled out of sight. Within a few minutes, it was all over and the woman presiding over the ceremony announced this Offering would not take place today.
Stephanie went to her first Offering a few weeks after arriving at Wellspring. She had been on the road a few weeks with her husband and two children. They survived but she still in the deepest darkest parts of the night still thought of some of the things that were necessary. Wellspring gave them all hope. It was a self sustaining community where life went on. The children could go back to school and her husband found work fixing up houses and vehicles. He liked working with his hands. Stephanie worked herself into a niche of running the library and in the evenings taught self defense classes.
The Offering was a curious ceremony where two people, a man and a woman handed out stones to the women selected in the square. The women received notice through a letter slid into their door. They appeared and if they received a black stone, they were led away into the Mayor’s house and reappeared an hour later. No one ever talked about their experience. It was forbidden in the town charter to do so. Everyone in Wellspring who came seeking solace from beyond its tranquil walls signed it. Not even so much as a whisper of someone’s offering experience was uttered; not even at home.
This time, a few weeks after the aborted Offering, Stephanie was summoned with her husband to take part. The looks on the faces of the women who could have been selected ranged from anxiety to dread. No one seemed worse for wear after the Offering so how bad could it be, she pondered. Stephanie was secured on the bed in a room in the lower levels of the mayor’s house. Her husband waited outside, resigned to the idea of what the price was for security in this terrible new world. Best not to upset the applecart, lest one falls by the wayside.
Stephanie was not tall nor short and light brown streaked through her shoulder length chocolate hair. She was thin and fit, the product of track and field in college and high school. She wore a button down blue blouse with three quarter length sleeves and capri length jeans. She tugged at her bonds. She was helpless. Just when she was losing track of time, an older man with a short cropped greying hair and matching goatee came through the creaking door. The look of excitement did not sit well with Stephanie.
“Stephanie I am the Elder.” He moved towards a shelf on the wall where a wooden box rested.
“Um hi?,” Stephanie said, not sure how to react. In her 27 years of life, this was a first for her.
“This is your first time eh?” asked the Elder, turning his back as he opened the box on the shelf, producing an old fashioned wind up timer. “Pity we were interrupted last time.”
“What happens down here? Why are we not allowed to talk about it?” questions rolled off Stephanie’s tongue. The man turned around to face her and his gaze was not comforting.
“The Offering happens here my dear. I built this community and if you want to live here in safety you need to submit, just like in the agreement you signed.”
Stephanie tried to move but she could not. What was he going to do to me? Thoughts raced through her head. “Please do not hurt me!”
“I won’t hurt you my dear,” the Elder replied, “I just want to make you...laugh.”
The color in Stephanie’s bronzed face got a little red. Tickling, she thought. Her husband did it from time to time but nothing like this. Her sister, who was a weightlifter often pinned her and tickled her senseless. She shook her head. “No no please no...”
The Elder said nothing. Despite her wiggling her size 6 narrow feet, he easily removed her sandals. They hit the ground with a thud. In a fit of panic, Stephanie pulled and struggled, trying in vain to escape. The Elder wound up the timer. As it clicked he looked down at Stephanie’s defiant face. “Your mine until this timer runs out Stephanie.”. He sat on the edge of the bed near her captive ankles.
“No no please no listen...” The Elder held her big toes together and ran a nail down her left foot. Stephanie’s protests were cut off by a gasp and a giggle escaped her red lips. The sensations combined with her helplessness were unexpected.
“Ooh very ticklish,,” he said.
Before Stephanie could respond he began tickling up and down her helpless smooth soles. The letter suggested cleaning up one’s feet at the spa or at home. Stephanie kinda wished she did not. His fingers and nails raked her soles. He tickled under her toes and down her arches. Stephanie tried to fight the overwhelming ticklish sensations but she collapsed into laughter. The Elder was oblivious to her pleading.
The tickling stopped suddenly. Stephanie panted and went limp as the Elder went to the box and produced a fork. Such a simple thing. Stephanie mouthed no as he knelt before her captive feet. Stephanie took a deep breath before laughter overtook her. The Elder slid the fork up and down her feet. The timer continued to tick away. He slid the fork up and down and back and forth. The scratching was driving her crazy. He held her feet fast and she could not avoid the fork’s tips. She begged through her laughter to stop.
Once again the tickling stopped. Stephanie was almost to exhausted to protest. He knelt one knee on the bed and began unbuttoning her blouse and lifting up her t-shirt.
“Wait no no please stop I cannot take anymore...Hey!” Stephanie felt the Elder unzip her jeans and undo the button. She looked in horror over her breasts as he inched a finger toward her tight mocha skin. He wiggled his finger along her pantyline. Stephanie bit her lip and felt laughter welling up from inside. Her body trembled and shook as he lazily tickled back and forth.
Stephanie shivered and laughed as soon both his hands were digging into her stomach and sides. Stephanie flailed as much as she could but there was no escape. Tick...Tick...Tick...the timer droned on as he pinched her waist and he wiggled fingers around her belly button. She shook her head back and forth as spasms racked her body. This tested her endurance like nothing else.
The Elder stopped and abruptly stood up. He looked at Stephanie’s exhausted body. She was red with fury and exhausted. “You bastard! You won’t get away with this! I will make sure everyone knows what happens in this town...”
The Elder looked shocked. “No you will not! You signed the agreement! You want to be cast out?” The Elder’s cool face looked devious for a moment. He got some twine from the box.
“No no please this is just crazy! You invite people here so you can tickle the women in exchange for protection? Hey hey no don’t do that!” The Elder wrapped twine around her toes and pulled her feet taut, securing the ends of the twine to the frame.
“Since apparently you need a lesson in who makes the rules at Wellspring, this is necessary.” The Elder knelt in front of her captive feet admiring their mocha texture. Stephanie strained to see what he was about to do.
The Elder nibbled on the toes of her left foot. The sensations shot through her shapely legs and Stephanie let out a gasp. “Hey no don’t do that! That is gross no...”
He nibbled more on her round toes. Stephanie began to giggle and gasp. Soon the Elder wagged his tongue against her flesh and Stephanie giggled. His tongue explored under her toes and down her insteps. He nibbled on her heels. Stephanie tried to keep her composure. The Elder licked over the balls of her feet and she let out a moan. No! She thought...this is not happening!
The Elder continued tickling and teasing her feet with his mouth. Stephanie was giggling like crazy and felt all kinds of sensations that were overloading her mind. She felt faint desire in her and utter helplessness. His tongue was driving her mad. This was tickling unlike she had ever felt or anticipated. Each time he hit the right spot, she moaned. Her moans became more frequent in between her cute laughter. Tick...tick...tick...
The Elder began tickling her calves and achilles as his tongue worked over Stephanie’s mocha soles. The itching and warmth his tongue made Stephanie crazy with a desire for an end to this madness. The Elder went back to nibbling her toes. Stephanie pleaded that she was married and this was not right but on it went.
DING.
It was over. The Elder stood over Stephanie who was damp with sweat and gasping for air. She was so exhausted she could barely move. She struggled to speak. “What now?” she asked weakly.
“You go back to your home. You do what you do for the betterment of this town and your family. You DO NOT speak a word of this, lest you test the fine print regarding banishment on the agreement. Next time I expect you to be like everyone else and accept your situation.” With that, the Elder disappeared behind the door, leaving Stephanie to ponder what to do next.
She was selected only once before; as she was lead up the steps of the Mayor’s House in the square of the town of Wellspring the bell rang. Since the Scourge, few places were safe. Despite a modicum of normal, Wellspring was guarded night and day by men on the wall with rifles. The bell rang and the two robed figures in charge of the ceremony told everyone to take shelter. Stephanie’s husband took her into a nearby shop. Shots were fired, shouts echoed throughout the perimeter and the citizens huddled out of sight. Within a few minutes, it was all over and the woman presiding over the ceremony announced this Offering would not take place today.
Stephanie went to her first Offering a few weeks after arriving at Wellspring. She had been on the road a few weeks with her husband and two children. They survived but she still in the deepest darkest parts of the night still thought of some of the things that were necessary. Wellspring gave them all hope. It was a self sustaining community where life went on. The children could go back to school and her husband found work fixing up houses and vehicles. He liked working with his hands. Stephanie worked herself into a niche of running the library and in the evenings taught self defense classes.
The Offering was a curious ceremony where two people, a man and a woman handed out stones to the women selected in the square. The women received notice through a letter slid into their door. They appeared and if they received a black stone, they were led away into the Mayor’s house and reappeared an hour later. No one ever talked about their experience. It was forbidden in the town charter to do so. Everyone in Wellspring who came seeking solace from beyond its tranquil walls signed it. Not even so much as a whisper of someone’s offering experience was uttered; not even at home.
This time, a few weeks after the aborted Offering, Stephanie was summoned with her husband to take part. The looks on the faces of the women who could have been selected ranged from anxiety to dread. No one seemed worse for wear after the Offering so how bad could it be, she pondered. Stephanie was secured on the bed in a room in the lower levels of the mayor’s house. Her husband waited outside, resigned to the idea of what the price was for security in this terrible new world. Best not to upset the applecart, lest one falls by the wayside.
Stephanie was not tall nor short and light brown streaked through her shoulder length chocolate hair. She was thin and fit, the product of track and field in college and high school. She wore a button down blue blouse with three quarter length sleeves and capri length jeans. She tugged at her bonds. She was helpless. Just when she was losing track of time, an older man with a short cropped greying hair and matching goatee came through the creaking door. The look of excitement did not sit well with Stephanie.
“Stephanie I am the Elder.” He moved towards a shelf on the wall where a wooden box rested.
“Um hi?,” Stephanie said, not sure how to react. In her 27 years of life, this was a first for her.
“This is your first time eh?” asked the Elder, turning his back as he opened the box on the shelf, producing an old fashioned wind up timer. “Pity we were interrupted last time.”
“What happens down here? Why are we not allowed to talk about it?” questions rolled off Stephanie’s tongue. The man turned around to face her and his gaze was not comforting.
“The Offering happens here my dear. I built this community and if you want to live here in safety you need to submit, just like in the agreement you signed.”
Stephanie tried to move but she could not. What was he going to do to me? Thoughts raced through her head. “Please do not hurt me!”
“I won’t hurt you my dear,” the Elder replied, “I just want to make you...laugh.”
The color in Stephanie’s bronzed face got a little red. Tickling, she thought. Her husband did it from time to time but nothing like this. Her sister, who was a weightlifter often pinned her and tickled her senseless. She shook her head. “No no please no...”
The Elder said nothing. Despite her wiggling her size 6 narrow feet, he easily removed her sandals. They hit the ground with a thud. In a fit of panic, Stephanie pulled and struggled, trying in vain to escape. The Elder wound up the timer. As it clicked he looked down at Stephanie’s defiant face. “Your mine until this timer runs out Stephanie.”. He sat on the edge of the bed near her captive ankles.
“No no please no listen...” The Elder held her big toes together and ran a nail down her left foot. Stephanie’s protests were cut off by a gasp and a giggle escaped her red lips. The sensations combined with her helplessness were unexpected.
“Ooh very ticklish,,” he said.
Before Stephanie could respond he began tickling up and down her helpless smooth soles. The letter suggested cleaning up one’s feet at the spa or at home. Stephanie kinda wished she did not. His fingers and nails raked her soles. He tickled under her toes and down her arches. Stephanie tried to fight the overwhelming ticklish sensations but she collapsed into laughter. The Elder was oblivious to her pleading.
The tickling stopped suddenly. Stephanie panted and went limp as the Elder went to the box and produced a fork. Such a simple thing. Stephanie mouthed no as he knelt before her captive feet. Stephanie took a deep breath before laughter overtook her. The Elder slid the fork up and down her feet. The timer continued to tick away. He slid the fork up and down and back and forth. The scratching was driving her crazy. He held her feet fast and she could not avoid the fork’s tips. She begged through her laughter to stop.
Once again the tickling stopped. Stephanie was almost to exhausted to protest. He knelt one knee on the bed and began unbuttoning her blouse and lifting up her t-shirt.
“Wait no no please stop I cannot take anymore...Hey!” Stephanie felt the Elder unzip her jeans and undo the button. She looked in horror over her breasts as he inched a finger toward her tight mocha skin. He wiggled his finger along her pantyline. Stephanie bit her lip and felt laughter welling up from inside. Her body trembled and shook as he lazily tickled back and forth.
Stephanie shivered and laughed as soon both his hands were digging into her stomach and sides. Stephanie flailed as much as she could but there was no escape. Tick...Tick...Tick...the timer droned on as he pinched her waist and he wiggled fingers around her belly button. She shook her head back and forth as spasms racked her body. This tested her endurance like nothing else.
The Elder stopped and abruptly stood up. He looked at Stephanie’s exhausted body. She was red with fury and exhausted. “You bastard! You won’t get away with this! I will make sure everyone knows what happens in this town...”
The Elder looked shocked. “No you will not! You signed the agreement! You want to be cast out?” The Elder’s cool face looked devious for a moment. He got some twine from the box.
“No no please this is just crazy! You invite people here so you can tickle the women in exchange for protection? Hey hey no don’t do that!” The Elder wrapped twine around her toes and pulled her feet taut, securing the ends of the twine to the frame.
“Since apparently you need a lesson in who makes the rules at Wellspring, this is necessary.” The Elder knelt in front of her captive feet admiring their mocha texture. Stephanie strained to see what he was about to do.
The Elder nibbled on the toes of her left foot. The sensations shot through her shapely legs and Stephanie let out a gasp. “Hey no don’t do that! That is gross no...”
He nibbled more on her round toes. Stephanie began to giggle and gasp. Soon the Elder wagged his tongue against her flesh and Stephanie giggled. His tongue explored under her toes and down her insteps. He nibbled on her heels. Stephanie tried to keep her composure. The Elder licked over the balls of her feet and she let out a moan. No! She thought...this is not happening!
The Elder continued tickling and teasing her feet with his mouth. Stephanie was giggling like crazy and felt all kinds of sensations that were overloading her mind. She felt faint desire in her and utter helplessness. His tongue was driving her mad. This was tickling unlike she had ever felt or anticipated. Each time he hit the right spot, she moaned. Her moans became more frequent in between her cute laughter. Tick...tick...tick...
The Elder began tickling her calves and achilles as his tongue worked over Stephanie’s mocha soles. The itching and warmth his tongue made Stephanie crazy with a desire for an end to this madness. The Elder went back to nibbling her toes. Stephanie pleaded that she was married and this was not right but on it went.
DING.
It was over. The Elder stood over Stephanie who was damp with sweat and gasping for air. She was so exhausted she could barely move. She struggled to speak. “What now?” she asked weakly.
“You go back to your home. You do what you do for the betterment of this town and your family. You DO NOT speak a word of this, lest you test the fine print regarding banishment on the agreement. Next time I expect you to be like everyone else and accept your situation.” With that, the Elder disappeared behind the door, leaving Stephanie to ponder what to do next.
