Careful what you wish….. (?/F, Adult)

Kate sighed contentedly as she felt Marcus slide an arm around her still-tingling body. She flexed her legs slightly, matching her posture to his and relaxed into his embrace. Only one thing was missing to make the scene complete, and she wished briefly she’d thought to mention it before Marcus had gotten back into bed.

“What’s wrong?” Marcus asked, his voice mixing equal parts concern and amusement as he felt her shoulders and back tense slightly against his chest.

“Nothing, I was just thinking I should have asked you to grab me a hot chocolate from the kitchen on your way back. Doesn’t matter though, I’ve got everything I need right here.” She said, reaching back to run a hand along his hip and thigh, enjoying the feeling of his muscles flexing under her touch.

Marcus didn’t say anything but, moving carefully, he rolled to his right, leant down and grabbed something from the floor with his right hand, brining it up and round until he was once again curled around her body, his hand in front of her holding a steaming mug.

“What! How did you…?” Kate spluttered, wondering how the hell he’d known what she’d want. They’d only been going out a few months and she knew, with absolute certainty, she’d never had a drink of anything after they’d made love.

“Hey, if I can’t provide anything you want at a moments notice, I wouldn’t be much of a boyfriend now would I?” He replied, and she could feel the smug smile against her neck as he leant forward to kiss her gently, running his mouth slowly, teasingly along her sensitive skin.

“Alright Mr ‘I-can-do-anything”, if you’re that good, how about a real challenge?”

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, throwing her slightly as she didn’t have an answer ready and she scrambled for a reply.

“Well, umm, it’s my birthday in two weeks, how about doing something for that?”

“Fine by me, but you know this really doesn’t work if you don’t tell me what you expect to happen.” Once again she heard the smugness in his voice, and decided there and then to throw him something he couldn’t possibly do, just to see the look on his face.

“Okay, well, how about fulfilling a fantasy?” She asked, grinding back against him as she said it to leave him in no doubt what sort of fantasy she was referring to.

“Go on.”

“I want to be taken away from all this, away from this world. Kidnapped by, by an alien and taken to their planet for their strange ways to awaken me to a whole new sense of my sexuality.” She grinned, proud at both the sheer lunacy of the task and the improvised B movie acting. “If you could arrange that darling it would b much appreciated.”

The next two weeks passed in a blur of work and responsibilities. They were both involved in the finance industry for one of the major banks in the city and as such tended to keep long hours. They saw each other a few times, but nothing more was said about her impossible request, although as her birthday approached Kate found herself growing just a little nervous. Every time she thought about it she laughed to herself at the mental picture of Marcus’s face as he had to admit there was something he couldn’t do, yet somehow, at the back of her mind a small voice kept wondering if it was possible that he wouldn’t fail.

Her birthday was on a Thursday and they’d both taken the following day off work to celebrate. Kate got back from work slightly earlier than usual and found a clothes hanger draped over her door with a suit cover hiding the contents. Attached to it was a card, which stated simply: “Wear this and I’ll meet you at seven. M”

Curious she took the hanger inside her room and unzipped the suit cover. Inside was a simple outfit of a crisp whiter shirt and a black skirt long enough to reach just below mid thigh when she was sitting down. As she removed them from the hanger she caught a glimpse of something reflecting the ceiling light and her heart almost stopped.

It was a simple thing, a thin gold chain connected to a teardrop pendant, but what took her breath away was the pendant itself. In its centre was a single, perfect diamond that seemed to catch every last photon of light and reflect it back a thousand times brighter than before. She slipped the chain around her neck and struggled for a moment to secure the clasp, an odd latch arrangement causing her problems before she managed to overlap the leavers correctly. It sat against the hollow of her throat like a captured star, her smooth tanned skin providing the perfect backdrop. She admired herself in the mirror for a few long moments, then shock her head and moved to put on the rest of the outfit.

Once she’d finished dressing she headed over to her wardrobe to find a pair of shoes to match the clothes, only to find a large gift-wrapped box waiting for her. Inside were a pair of black boots, not particularly tall and with only a small heel, but made of leather so soft it felt like she’d worn them for years as they slipped perfectly around her feet and up her calves. To her surprise she found they zipped up rather than laced, which struck her as slightly unusual considering the obvious craftsmanship that had gone into them, but she didn’t worry about it.

A glance in the mirror was all she needed to realise that Marcus really had outdone himself. The overall effect was that of a cross between schoolgirl and princess, and she realised she could go almost anywhere, to a club, restaurant, movie, show or any of a hundred other places, without looking conspicuous or out-of-place. She glanced at the clock and realised she had barely five minutes to finish getting ready. Quickly she pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail, a style that suited both her and her outfit, and applied a few finishing touches. As the clock ticked over to seven o’clock there was a ring at the door and she hurried to open it.

There stood Marcus, dressed formally in a tuxedo that fitted him perfectly, highlighting his physique as only a properly tailored suit can do, his eyes travelling slowly down and up her body, appreciation clear in his expression. Without saying a word he reached down and kissed her, holding the kiss for a long time as they each revelled in the other’s presence. Finally the kiss ended, and they pulled apart, Marcus holding something out towards her. She reached out and took the small black box and opened it to reveal a pair of sunglasses.

They were a wraparound design with large lenses and as she slipped them on she realised he’d had the lenses altered for whatever he had planned tonight. Even in the artificial light in the hallway she should still be able to make out details through the dark lenses, but instead blackness descended over her. The lenses had been tinted to the point it was virtually impossible to see though them, effectively acting as a blindfold. Marcus slipped his arm into hers and gently escorted her down the corridor, looking for all the world like a young couple starting out on a romantic night, rather than a woman dependant on someone else to guide her to an unknown destination.

They walked in silence; rode the lift down to the parking lot and Marcus helped her into a car. The door shut beside her and a few seconds later there was the sound of an engine and the sensation of movement. Kate sat still, acting as if she was tied to the seat, wanting to see where exactly this was going, and what Marcus had in mind.

They drove for about twenty minutes and try as she might to follow the turns in her mind Kate had no idea where they were heading, or how to get back home. Finally the engine died and she heard the sound of a door opening, followed by a sudden inrush of air as her own door opened and a hand reached in to guide her up and out of the car. She was led down what sounded like a concrete floor and on into a narrow corridor, her right arm occasionally brushing against a tiled surface. Finally she heard what sounded like hydraulics moving, a strange scraping sound of metal on metal and then she was guided down into a metal seat. She sat still, determined not to show any sign of the nervousness that was starting to course through her body, and then jumped as something cold and hard was swung over her head, locking into place and holding her tightly in the seat. A second later there was a soft snap and she found her wrists secured firmly to the metal device in front of her. There was the sound of footsteps and that metal-on-metal sound again, then silence.

Suddenly the room started to shake around her, a gentle vibration that built in intensity until she thought she was in the centre of an earthquake. The room rolled like an ocean liner, a roaring sound building around her, as the vibrations grew and grew. The sound got louder, engulfing her and causing her to loose all sense of time and space as it battered her senses like a physical presence. Then, slowly, gradually both the noise and vibration died, returning the room to stillness as she sat trapped, breathing hard and trying to regain her composure.

A noise from the far end of the room caught her attention as she could just hear an almost-silent footfall as someone approached. There were several quiet clicks and the restraints on her wrists were released, the bar in front of her swung upwards as a pair of hands slid under her legs, picking her up bodily and carrying her out of the room. She could feel the gentle swaying as whoever it was that held her walked maybe thirty steps from the room, then she let out a yelp as she was dropped without warning. There was nothing she could do to break her fall and braced herself as she hit the ground…

… and bounced! In disbelief she reached up and ripped the sunglasses away from her face and gazed around her. A dark sky hung overhead, the star field at once familiar and different, and she realised with a start that there were two moons hanging in front of her, maybe thirty degrees apart in the sky, one slightly larger than the other and both were a slightly brighter shade of white than she was used to. Around her dark cliffs rose into the gloom, rocks jutting up from the black ground like the teeth of some ancient predator. And the ground itself, was hard as she would expect but somehow she could almost feel herself bouncing as she glanced around, as if there were barely enough gravity here to keep her anchored to the planet. No, no, it was impossible; this couldn’t actually be another planet she thought to herself. There had to be another explanation, there had to be. She heard a noise behind her and turned quickly, only for a shriek to escape her mouth.

In front of her was a six-foot tall monster; humanoid in appearance but the face was blank, like a shop mannequin. The proportions were wrong as well, the legs looked too long in the calf and short in the thigh, the arms the same with the forearm too long to be human, the fingers on each hand short and stubby. She reeled backwards from the apparition, hands reaching out to try and ward it off and she stumbled as she forgot the lower gravity here. She fell to her back and rolled to her right, trying to get away from this monster, but it moved with incredible speed, long bouncing strides that seemed to match its physique. Before she could move it was on top of her, pinning her down on her stomach like a fish out of water, its legs holding her tightly around her sides.

Its short fingers ran over her body and she froze for a second, remembering the last part of her challenge to Marcus, wondering what on earth, or anywhere else for that matter, she was going to experience. She got her answer quickly enough as the hands found the hem of her shirt and slid underneath it, moving to her ribs on both sides of her body and started to scrape long, sharp fingernails along her sensitive skin.

Kate was an only child and her parents had never been overly touchy-feely sort of people. The result was that in all her 23 years she’d only ever heard of the sensations caused by tickling second hand through a couple of her closer friends, and had never really believed what they told her. How it could make you completely helpless in a matter of seconds, how something so seemingly small could make you howl and beg with no chance of resistance, how an experienced tickler could turn it from a torture to exquisite pleasure in only a few seconds and leave you torn between wanting more and begging for mercy. None of these stories she’d believed, until now.

The alien hands raced along her sides, moving under the shirt from her hips past her ribs to her armpits and down again, and in a matter of seconds she felt her body betray her as she started to laugh uncontrollably. The fingers poked and wriggled on seemingly every last inch of skin, lighting up her nerves like electric shocks, making her muscles twitch and strain for escape. Any thoughts of escape fled as she found her strength draining as the hands roamed over her skin, never giving her a chance to adapt to any one attack, barely giving her chance to breathe. She found herself panting for air, her laughter becoming weaker as it competed with the urgent desire of her lungs to draw air and she saw red spots dancing in front of her eyes.

Suddenly the creature ceased its attack, pulling its hands back as it leant down to place that blank face inches from her ear. “Where is it?” The thing hissed, a voice so low it seemed to reverberate in her very bones, a kind of wet, scaly hiss overlaying everything that it said. “Where is the source?”

Kate tried to find the air to reply, to tell this thing she had no idea what it was talking about but she simply couldn’t do anything but gasp. Taking her silence as defiance the creature pulled back, shifting position so that it was facing her legs and feet, hands running gently over her ass in a motion that she was shocked to discover she found erotic. But it didn’t, couldn’t, last and the hands dipped lower, finding the bare skin of her legs and sliding along them quickly, flicking the long nails against her over and over, up and down her flesh from the hem of the skirt down to her knees, around the front of the kneecap then delving deep into the hollow behind them.

Kate found herself laughing once more, though she found she could almost handle the tickling on her thighs without minding it, in fact she realised suddenly, she wished the creature would move further up her legs. That thought confused her, what on earth was happening to her to have her thinking about sexual relief with this abomination, this mockery of a human being that was tormenting her? It was a thought that was immediately banished as the thing reached her knees and she found herself writhing under its touch. The tickling grew more intense as the creature seemed to pick up on her reactions, concentrating its efforts on the small patch of skin behind the knee, dragging the edges of its nails across the exposed flesh and ripping laughter from her body she never knew herself capable of.

Suddenly a long metallic rasping noise intruded into her mind, and she felt a gust of air hit the now exposed side of her calf. With a chilling certainty she knew what it was doing, felt her boots slide down and off her legs with surprising grace and her mind flashed back to what her best friend had once told her about the one and only time her boyfriend, now husband, had ever tickled her feet. How, in the space of a minute she’d gone from proud defiance to helpless wreck, how she’d promised him anything, anything his heart desired, to get him to stop, and how to this day she couldn’t let anyone touch her soles.

A single finger tracing slow, lazy lines down her right sole interrupted her recollection, and she screwed her eyes closed in terror, trying to fight back, trying to resist. A second finger joined the first on her right sole as a single finger touched her left. Still she hung on, biting her lip as tears started to leak from her eyes. A third and second finger respectively found their way to her feet and now her whole body was shaking, her head flying from side to side, her ponytail following her motions and inadvertently adding to the tickling as it passed over her neck. Without warning she felt the rest of the fingers join in the attack and she lost control.

She howled, threw her head back and shrieked with laughter as the fingers built up speed, scratching, poking and prodding at her smooth soles, the long nails rasping across her skin as she jerked and jumped at every single touch on her virgin feet. The fingers moved slowly down her sole to the heel as she pounded the ground with her fists, each blow rebounding higher than she expected it to. The hands that tormented her reached the edge of her ankle and turned, moving back up towards her toes and all she wanted to do was beg, to plead and promise the world itself if it would stop, even if only for a moment. But she had no air, no control over her own body and most importantly no time as the things probing digits reached her toes and slipped its nails in between to the untouched skin.

Continued

Kate felt every muscle in her body wrench in an attempt to escape the touch, but the thing seemed to have been expecting it and simply moved its weight back slightly to hold her down. One by one it slid a long, rough nail into each delicate crevice, holding those already in place perfectly still and driving Kate insane with the certain, dreadful knowledge of what was to come, the anticipation building with every passing moment. As it filled the last gap the nails seemed to take on a life of their own, moving so quickly they were almost vibrating against her and Kate was lost.

She threw her head back and tried to scream, only to find herself overcome with silence, the need to laugh now so great her throat could no longer accommodate it. Her mouth worked like a fish out of water, her screams of laughter echoing only in her mind as her body betrayed her once more, removing even this small avenue of release, of relief. For what felt like an eternity under that strange, alien sky she endured something that only a few short hours ago was beyond her comprehension, and yet all the time, despite her mind pleading for mercy, for rest, for any moment of compassion, there was that small voice at the back of her mind, a voice that was growing louder now, a voice that cried out for more.

Mercifully the creature ceased its attack and stood up, leaving her in a gasping heap on the ground, her energy spent, her body soaked in sweat, the once crisp white shirt now clinging to her as if she’d worn it for a week in the Sahara. She felt hands slide under her and she found herself flipped over onto her back, the creature once again pinning her down effectively beneath its weight. It leant down, its blank visage all she could see as she stared upwards as that raspy, wet, dead voice reached her again. “The source, give it to me and this will end.”

Kate tried to explain, to tell it she had no answer to its question, but all she could manage was a shake of the head. Seemingly enraged the creature reached down and ripped the shirt open, leaving her naked from neck to navel, her body completely at it’s mercy. Another motion and her skirt was ripped off, leaving only her arms covered by the white shirt as she lay, helpless to what was to come. The tormenting fingers reached out and alighted on her breasts, pausing a moment before beginning their devilish work.

As the ticklish sensations shot through her, Kate realised to her mounting horror and shame there was something else mixed in with it, a burning, throbbing need for release that was centred between her thighs. She tried to fight it, to deny it, but ultimately she couldn’t lie to herself and had to acknowledge that, for whatever reason, this was having an effect on her she would never have believed possible.

The fingers raced over her breasts, light teasing probes that both tickled and tantalised her senses at the same time, moving in seemingly random patterns across her but with each motion passing at least once over her now erect nipples, causing another wave of fire to run through her, burning and throbbing in that most private of places. One hand continued the torment on her breasts, the other slid down her stomach to attack her belly, running over her skin at a speed beyond what she would have believed possible, each touch seemingly bypassing the skin itself and touching the nerve endings directly. It paused in its actions for a moment, one finger hovering over her belly button as it spoke: “The source?”

She hesitated, mind racing for an answer, but she obviously took too long and the finger dipped down, moving quickly enough it felt like a small vibrator had been pushed into that shallow trough of skin and she beat her arms and legs against the ground, head thrashing from side to side as she abandoned herself to madness, her emotions running over her and taking control, logic stripped away and damned.

“The source?” The thing didn’t stop this time, merely moved its hand from her breast to her pussy, scratching and probing on either side of her mound, sending her crazy as the fire raged inside her, needing just one touch on her centre to find a release, the pressure of her denied pleasure rising like a tide contained behind a dam, searching for any weakness it could exploit.

“The source?” The hand moved inwards, stroking the very edges of her lips, sending her into uncontrollable movements, her hips twitching as her body sought its own release.

“The source?” Fingers found their way to the soft flesh of her inner thighs and increased the tickling, forcing fresh laughter from her throat.

“The source?” And suddenly there was a flash of light just below Kate’s’ eye line, the glow of one of the moons overhead reflecting in the pendant she still had around her neck, and realisation hit her. With one desperate motion she reached a shaking hand to her neck and released the catch, pulling the necklace from her throat and somehow mustering the strength to hold it out to the creature. It kept tickling with one hand as it took the jewel with the other and seemed to explore it by touch. Satisfied it bent down, moving the pendant with the jewel downwards towards her aching clit.

Diamond touched flesh and there was a feeling as if a power had shot out and fed her body for the briefest instant. She arched her back, screaming into the night as her orgasm rushed over her, the dam not so much breaking as exploding, her entire body quivering like a bow as she virtually levitated off the ground. Finally spent she collapsed in a heap to the ground, looking up at the sky, unable to move. Overhead the creature loomed into view and reached a hand up to its head. The hand moved backwards, to a point just below the base of its neck and pulled. In one motion the faceless lump of flesh dropped away, revealing Marcus’s smiling face. “Happy birthday my love.” He said, leaning down and kissing her tenderly.

It took Kate almost fifteen minutes to recover her strength enough to walk, and then she needed Marcus to help her maintain her balance. He showed her the specially made gloves and clothes that had made it seem his arms and legs were wrongly proportioned for a human, a simple bit of camouflage helped by the weak light and her own initial disorientation. The extra material sewn into the jacket to let him pull his arms back slightly so that only the first two joints of his fingers filled the three joints of the gloves. The tiny battery mounted in the pendant with just enough power to deliver a single, harmless but effective shock when he needed it.

“But, what about this place?” Kate asked gesturing around her at the alien planet.

“Oh, a friend of mine runs this place, it’s a tourist attraction normally. People pay to come here, strap on light guns and fight it out on an ‘alien planet’. They’ve even rigged the entry points to look like drop ships and move about to simulate launch and landing. I did him a favour or two, and he let me borrow the place for the night.”

“And the gravity?”

“The floor’s one giant springboard, clever way of simulating a different gravity but it wouldn’t have fooled you for long, that’s why I never gave you the chance to really look around.”

They walked in silence back to the car, and maintained that silence all the way home. As they stepped into her apartment Marcus heard the door click shut behind them, then a rustle of fabric. Turning round he found himself tackled around the waist and taken gently to the ground, Kate’s naked body on top of him, her knees pressed into his shoulders as her hands descended towards his ribs.

“My turn…” she whispered.

fun! fun! fun! very nice!

what a unique story, truly creative. I loved it! Now I am waiting for the revenge. You are an excellent writer and story teller!

I agree. This is a very creative story, and it was a lot of fun to read. The ending was not predictable, and it was well written.

[SIZE=+2]Excellent![/SIZE]

Very creative! Nice work.

Sorry for the late reply, been one of those weeks when I've had a bout thirty seconds to myself each day if I'm lucky. A great big thanks to everyone up above that posted such confidence-boosting feedback. I know I say this a lot but damn this is a good community to write for, did someone install an anti-flame device at the door or what?

I was going to reply individually here, but realised what I wanted to say was the same for all of you. Thank you one and all for such kind words, anytime I get this sort of reaction from such a distinguished group I know I hit the mark, and at the end of the day the reason I write at all is for other people to (hopefully) enjoy it.