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TORMENTOR'S PROMISE
By: Morandilas
I will return....I will return...
Sara Colins sat in the middle of her bed. Her arms wrapped around her knees
that were drawn up close to her chest. The words of her tormentor kept
echoing in her mind. I will return sweet Sara.....I will return and your
torment will begin once again.....
Sara rubbed at her wrists and ankles which were sore from her constant
struggling over the past few days.Her nude, tan body was covered in
glistening sweat. Her, armpits, ribs, and the soles of her feet all glowed a
light pink color. Due to the over stimulation's to theses areas during the
last few days.
Sara ran her hands through her shoulder length, dish-water blonde hair. Her
long eye- lashes blinked out the remnants of tears from her watery blue-gray
eyes, and you could still see the dried trails of previous tears that left
streaks down her face.
A slight shiver ran down Sara's spine, and her toes curled extinctively at
the memory of her three day ordeal. Sara looked at the phone that sat on her
bedroom nightstand. The police, I should contact the police. Sara Thought.
Remember Sara, no authorities. Don't even think it! I will know and I will
see if you can stand a whole week of my torment. There is no way out my
sweet captive.The words of her captor played over and over again in her mind
and Sara dared not reach out for the phone.
THREE DAYS EARLIER......
Sara lived alone in cozy four room home just on the out skirts of town. She
was a
computer programmer and she worked out of her home and loved the peace and
quite her remote location had afforded her.
Sara's problems began two nights previous when she answered a private
message sent toher one evening when she was bored and found herself cruising
the Internet. The message appeared harmless enough and she thought it would
be fun to answer it.
The Message as it appeared to her.....
Hello, You don't know me, but I am conducting a survey about Tickling &
Ticklishness.I would hope that you could find the time to review and answer
the
following questions.
1. Are You Ticklish
2. Where Are You Most Ticklish
3. Have You Ever Been Tickle Tortured
4. Your Current Age
Thanks The Tormentor
Sara's Answers.......
1. Very
2. Everywhere, but especially the bottoms of my feet.
3. Many Times in my youth.
4. 26
The Tormentor, which the messenger referred to himself as followed up the
question with even more detailed questions, one right after the other. Soon
it became quite apparent to Sara that this guy was just getting his jollies
at Sara's expense so she signed off without saying goodbye or answering his
latest inquiry.
Sara had just finished the days programming tasks when she heard a knocking
at her front door. Sara was sitting at her computer in her living room,
dressed only in a pair of sweat cutoffs and a sleeveless top. She slipped
her barefeet into her slippers that were tucked under her desk and walked
over to the front door.
Sara peered through the peep hole in her front door and seen a man dressed
in a blue jumpsuit caring a dozen roses. Sara excited by the site of the
flowers hurriedly unlocked the front door and opened it to the stranger
outside.
The door swung open revealing the smiling middle-aged man who lowered the
flowers and pointed a small cylindrical can at Sara. Before Sara could react
the man sprayed a substance at Sara which did not harm her, but did totally
immobilize her. Sara swoonedupon contact with the spray and collapsed into a
heap.
Two hours later Sara awoke. She had been stripped of her clothing and tied
spread-eagled to the four corners of her very own bed. Her captor sat
patiently at the foot of the bed reading the days newspaper.
"Nice of you to wake up, its rude for a hostess to keep her visitor
waiting." The man said.
"who are you? Why have you done this to me?" Sara said in a frightened
voice.
"I am The Tormentor." The man replied calmly.
Sara's eyes grew wide with terror as she suddenly realized who the man was.
"I can see by the look on your face, that you know who I am." The tormentor
said as he discarded the paper onto the floor.
The Tormentor stood up and walked to the Sara's side at the head of the bed.
"So Sara, why did you end our conversation so abruptly the other evening?"
He asked
"I, eh, I didn't mean to be rude." Sara stammered.
"I'm sure you didn't my dear. But you were." He replied
"Please don't hurt me, please let me go!" Sara pleaded with her captor.
'I have no intention of harming you sweet one. I just would like to ask a
few questions.
The tormentor said as he pulled up a nearby chair and sat down next to his
captive
"Anything you want. But please let me go." Sara said her voice breaking.
"All in good time my dear. Don't be frightened I shall not hurt you and you
will eventually be released." The tormentor said.
Sara stared in silence at her captor awaiting his questions.
" shall we begin" The tormentor asked?
"Yes" Sara replied still very frightened.
" All right then. The other night you said you had been tickle tortured many
times in your youth. By whom?" He asked.
"Many different people...I have two older brothers her would tickle me
without end." Sara replied her thoughts suddenly drifting to the possibility
that this maniac intended to tickle torture her.The thought had sent chills
down her spine.
"How would they tickle you my dear? Details please." The tormentor asked.
His penis grew hard at the thought. He savored the idea of her ticklish
torture to come.
"They would pin me to the floor, and then tickled me without any mercy. I
who.." Sara was cut off by her tormentor...
"How would they pin you? Details, please give me the details." He demanded
in a frustrated tone.
"One would sit on top of me...actually they would pin me face down and one
would sit on my back and tickle my ribs and armpits. The other would pull
off my shoes and socks and tickle my feet." Sara said.
"How long would they torture you this way my dear?" He asked in a satisfied
tone.
" I'm not really sure...a very long time...or it seemed that way." Sara
said. Sara became more nervous with every question he asked. She was sure he
had every intention to tickle her.She had never liked to be tickled. As a
matter of fact she could not stand it. For Sara in was pure torture of the
worst possible kind and here she was tied completely helpless and
vulnerable.
The Tormentor continued his line of questioning for the next two hours.
When he was done he had extracted every piece of ticklish information he
could from a very frightened Sara Colins.
"Thank you my dear sweet Sara, The conversation was very stimulating
indeed."The tormentor said.
'Will you please let me go now" Sara pleaded.
"I'm afraid that is impossible my dear. We need to reach an understanding
first." The Tormentor chuckled.
"Yes anything, anything you want." Sara shouted
"Not so fast my dear, First you must be conditioned, and I'm afraid that
will take a few days." He replied
"Please don't! Please let me go" Sara screamed.
"Please don't what" The Tormentor smiled.
Sara froze. She dared not say the words he was wanting to hear. She new for
certain that if she pleaded not to be tickled. That she would be. Her only
hope was to remain silent.
"Please don't what!!" The Tormentor shouted. "Don't make me ask again!" He
warned
"Please don't tickle me!!" Sara shouted back terrified.
"Tickle you? Tickle You? Why what a wonderful idea!" The Tormentor exclaimed
as he stepped to the foot of the bed.
Sara struggled with her bonds as his hand grazed the top of her right foot.
The tormentor swept past her right foot and settled into chair near her
left.
The tormentor studied the sole of Sara's bond left foot. It was flawless and
it was a stark white in contrast to the rest of her body which was deeply
tanned. He slowly ran his index finger from the heel to just under the toes.
His fingernail stimulating and alerting all the nerve ending across her sole
sending an instant message exploding in her brain. Sara took in a sharp
breath and then exhaled in complete and utter hilarity. The prospect of
being tickled, especially on her ultra sensitive soles had worked her up
into a state of incredible ticklishness. Sara was consumed in uncontrollable
laughter.
The tormentor smiled and quickened his pace scrabbling his fingers across
and down the sole of her very ticklish sole. Sara pulled frantically at her
bonds and was unable to speak because of her involuntary laughter.
The tormentor continued his ticklish assault fot the next 10 mins and then
suddenly stopped.Sara continued to laugh very hard for the next few minutes
and then her laughter subsided and she was left twitching , giggling, and
panting for air.
"Ticklish Sara?" He chuckled.
"Oh god please no more, please I can't bear anymore. Not my feet! Please not
my feet! "
Sara begged.
"So sorry.." The tormentor chuckled and her began to prod the toes of her
foot. Gently probing between each toe with his fingers, Making sure to give
a good wiggle each time.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Sara wailed. "Not my toes!! I beg you" Sara screamed with
laughter.
"Ticklish toes! Whats the matter Sara are these little piggies ticklish?"
The tormentor laughed.
Sara could not respond to his query, she was to busy screaming with ticklish
laughter.She could not bear to have her toes tickled. A tactic her brothers
often found amusing.
The tormentor gently tickled the undersides of Sara's toes and she would
have went through the roof had she not been so thoroughly secured to the
bed. Her laughter was near maniacal.
After nearly five minutes of this unrelenting torture the Tormentor began to
suck and lick her toes. This only caused Sara to react even more violently
then previously. Sara was in tickle hell and she knew it.
Sara's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she struggled in vain
against her bonds.
The tickling was terribly intense for her and she was going mad from the
constant torment.
Finally after an additional 10 mins her tormentor stopped and sat back in
his chair recovering from a powerful orgasm.
Several minutes passed as both the tormentor and the tormented recovered
from the effects of the terrible tickling.
"Sara it is time for a brief rest, before I continue and explore the rest of
your ticklish body." The tormentor stated.
"Please no more, please I can't stand it. I can't take it anymore." Sara
pleaded her body glistening with sweat, her eyes straining with tears. Tears
of laughter.
"Tsk, tsk, sweet Sara. Our time together has just begun. After your
conditioning you will be set free. But only after we reach our
understanding." He said.
"What is it that you want from me! I will do anything you want! " Sarah
screamed
"Anything? Be careful want you commit to my dear Sara" He said
"What do you want! What is this understanding! I'll do anything just please
no more tickling. I hate to be tickled! I can't stand it!"Sara screamed.
"Sara you are such a tease....The understanding will be very simple....it
goes like this...you will submit to four hours of tickling per week. You can
break it up into one hour segments or take it all in one shot. But this
understanding will not be reached until I feel you have been sufficiently
broken and will submit to your faith...Keep in mind that once you commit to
this there will be no turning back. Any breech in our contract will have the
most ticklish of consequences. There is a tickling slave trade you know."
The Tormentor explained.
Sara's eyes grew wide with fear and she began to scream with terror.........
The Tormentor stood up and climbed onto the bed and straddled Sara's waist
as Sara continued her hysterical pleading.
"Please anything but that! No more tickling. Have mercy! Please no more!"
Sara babbled.
The Tormentor stared into Sara's pretty eyes and began to lower his hands to
Sara's armpits. All ten fingers wiggling as he lowered them, an evil grin
spreading across his face.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle" The Tormentor chuckled.
Sara stared back in utter horror as she continued her futile attempts at
escape. She tried desperately to hold in her nervous laughter but as he
began his verbal taunt of her. Her defenses broke down and she began to
giggle and laugh before she was even touched.
"Let's see if those pits are ticklish shall we?" The tormentor shouted with
glee as he lowered his wiggling digits into the hollows of her arms.
Sara was unable to contain herself. She burst out into hideous screaming
laughter. Her long blonde hair whipping from side to side as she tried to
crawl out of her own skin.
Being tied in such an utterly helpless position had left her armpits more
vulnerable than ever before in her young life. The wiggling fingers caused
such ticklish sensations that Sara thought she would soon be tickled to
death if her tormentor did not stop.After her initial burst of laughter Sara
laugh turned to the incredible silent laugh that was reserved only for the
most ticklish of people. Quiet a spectacular effect for a ruthless tickle
master such as the Tormentor.The tormentor continued his devilish tickling
until Sara passed out
She is quite ticklish.He thought as he pulled the smelling salt from his
pocket.
Sara awoke tied face down upon her bed. Her arms were tied above her head
with her wrists tied together to the bed's sturdy oak frame. Several wide
leather straps pinned the rest of her body to the bed. Her ankles were taped
together with several strong layers of duck-tape, with her feet dangling
just off the bed's edge. Her big toes had also been tied together, leaving
her with little to no movement for her feet.
"Welcome back Miss Colins." The tormentor said.
Sara felt his sudden wait upon the bed and nearly jumped out of her skin
when he rested his cold hand on her back.
"I have to go get something's I left behind. I'll be back in a couple of
hours."He said
"Please just let me go. The tickling is unbearable for me. Please no more."
Sara whimpered.
"Sorry, you know the rules my sweet. Here let me put this on you." The
Tormentor said as her forced a gag into Sara's mouth securing it around her
head.
The Tormentor walked to the foot of the bed and suddenly Sara felt something
gooey being applied to the soles of her feet. The brushing tickled, but not
enough to make her laugh. Thinking quickly Sara overemphasized the effects
of the brush hoping to win her some respite from further real tickling.She
could hear the Tormentor chuckling to himself when he seen her reaction.
After covering his captives feet with several coats of the gooey substance
he left the room but returned with a rather large German sheperd.
"I know you can't really see him from over there but this is my guard dog
Rex. He will keep you company while I'm gone. He won't bite you so don't
worry. Although he really can't ever get enough of the syrup I coated the
soles of your feet with.
I hope you two have lots of laughs together," The tormentor said as he
exited the front door.
Sara screamed into her gag after him: Please no, please don't do this to
me!"
A few long tense minutes went by as the large animal investigated the small
room. At one point the dog made Sara yelp as his cold nose nuzzled her
ribcage. But soon the dog found its rich prize, and when the licking began
so did the laughter..................
The Tormentor returned after two hours as promised. He could hear Sara's
hysterical giggling through her gag. The dog was still savoring her ticklish
soles when he arrived.
The Tormentor dismissed the dog and wiped off the remnants of the syrup from
Sara's soles with a damp cloth.
"Did you and Rex have lots of laughs while I was away?" He sarcastically
asked as heremoved her gag.
"Please stop it. Please no more. I can't take it anymore." Said a very
exhausted Sara.
"I am done with you tonight sweet one, sleep comfortably." The Tormentor
said as he exited the room while turning off the light.
Although she was still tied to the bed, Sara slept like a baby after her
long and ticklish ordeal.
THE PRESENT
Sara sat contemplating the events of the last 3 days. She was reliving the
awful tickle torture she had been put through. After 3 days of constant
tickle torture with breaks only for rest, sleep,and food. Sara had agreed to
the Tormentor's demands. She would be his tickle slave for four hours each
and every week for the next year.To strengthen Sara's commitment the
Tormentor played a video for her the night of his departure.
THE TAPE
The tape begins with a still photograph of a young woman in her early
twenties. She had short black hair, pretty gray eyes and a beautiful smile.
A caption beneath the photograph read: This young woman was sentenced to one
year as a slave in the trade. She violated her contract by trying to flee
from her master. What follows is aglimpse of her faith.
The film that followed was of very poor manufacture and the sound was
terrible but it depicted a very large smoke filled room. Exotic oriental
music good be heard playing in the background. The noise of hundreds of
howling and chatting people almost drowned out the music.
The cameraman pushed through the crowds and made his way to the center of
the room.
Once there the camera focuses in on a padded bench with a set of sturdy
wooden stocks set before it. The young woman of the previous photograph was
seated upon the bench.
Her feet locked into the padded stocks. Her toes tied back. Her soles
stretched and vulnerable. Her body was trapped within the confines of a
straight jacket, and was stepped securely to the back of the bench. An older
oriental gentleman sat on a stool position directly by her captive feet. He
was happily racking the soles of her feet with long sharp nails. The girl
was howling with laughter. Tears streaming from her eyes. The crowd had
gathered around the spectacle and was cheering the old man on.
The tormentor looked away from the video and stared deeply into Sara's eyes.
"She tried to go back on our deal. That film was taken almost a year ago.
When she returns I will get her a place and find her a job. But she will
have to submit to me or my friends twelve hours each and every week for the
following year. Which believe me will be nothing compared to her ordeal in
the orient." The tormentor warned.
"Do not cross me my dear. I shall return, I shall return." The Tormentor
said in a menacing tone........................................
-The End-
By: Morandilas
I will return....I will return...
Sara Colins sat in the middle of her bed. Her arms wrapped around her knees
that were drawn up close to her chest. The words of her tormentor kept
echoing in her mind. I will return sweet Sara.....I will return and your
torment will begin once again.....
Sara rubbed at her wrists and ankles which were sore from her constant
struggling over the past few days.Her nude, tan body was covered in
glistening sweat. Her, armpits, ribs, and the soles of her feet all glowed a
light pink color. Due to the over stimulation's to theses areas during the
last few days.
Sara ran her hands through her shoulder length, dish-water blonde hair. Her
long eye- lashes blinked out the remnants of tears from her watery blue-gray
eyes, and you could still see the dried trails of previous tears that left
streaks down her face.
A slight shiver ran down Sara's spine, and her toes curled extinctively at
the memory of her three day ordeal. Sara looked at the phone that sat on her
bedroom nightstand. The police, I should contact the police. Sara Thought.
Remember Sara, no authorities. Don't even think it! I will know and I will
see if you can stand a whole week of my torment. There is no way out my
sweet captive.The words of her captor played over and over again in her mind
and Sara dared not reach out for the phone.
THREE DAYS EARLIER......
Sara lived alone in cozy four room home just on the out skirts of town. She
was a
computer programmer and she worked out of her home and loved the peace and
quite her remote location had afforded her.
Sara's problems began two nights previous when she answered a private
message sent toher one evening when she was bored and found herself cruising
the Internet. The message appeared harmless enough and she thought it would
be fun to answer it.
The Message as it appeared to her.....
Hello, You don't know me, but I am conducting a survey about Tickling &
Ticklishness.I would hope that you could find the time to review and answer
the
following questions.
1. Are You Ticklish
2. Where Are You Most Ticklish
3. Have You Ever Been Tickle Tortured
4. Your Current Age
Thanks The Tormentor
Sara's Answers.......
1. Very
2. Everywhere, but especially the bottoms of my feet.
3. Many Times in my youth.
4. 26
The Tormentor, which the messenger referred to himself as followed up the
question with even more detailed questions, one right after the other. Soon
it became quite apparent to Sara that this guy was just getting his jollies
at Sara's expense so she signed off without saying goodbye or answering his
latest inquiry.
Sara had just finished the days programming tasks when she heard a knocking
at her front door. Sara was sitting at her computer in her living room,
dressed only in a pair of sweat cutoffs and a sleeveless top. She slipped
her barefeet into her slippers that were tucked under her desk and walked
over to the front door.
Sara peered through the peep hole in her front door and seen a man dressed
in a blue jumpsuit caring a dozen roses. Sara excited by the site of the
flowers hurriedly unlocked the front door and opened it to the stranger
outside.
The door swung open revealing the smiling middle-aged man who lowered the
flowers and pointed a small cylindrical can at Sara. Before Sara could react
the man sprayed a substance at Sara which did not harm her, but did totally
immobilize her. Sara swoonedupon contact with the spray and collapsed into a
heap.
Two hours later Sara awoke. She had been stripped of her clothing and tied
spread-eagled to the four corners of her very own bed. Her captor sat
patiently at the foot of the bed reading the days newspaper.
"Nice of you to wake up, its rude for a hostess to keep her visitor
waiting." The man said.
"who are you? Why have you done this to me?" Sara said in a frightened
voice.
"I am The Tormentor." The man replied calmly.
Sara's eyes grew wide with terror as she suddenly realized who the man was.
"I can see by the look on your face, that you know who I am." The tormentor
said as he discarded the paper onto the floor.
The Tormentor stood up and walked to the Sara's side at the head of the bed.
"So Sara, why did you end our conversation so abruptly the other evening?"
He asked
"I, eh, I didn't mean to be rude." Sara stammered.
"I'm sure you didn't my dear. But you were." He replied
"Please don't hurt me, please let me go!" Sara pleaded with her captor.
'I have no intention of harming you sweet one. I just would like to ask a
few questions.
The tormentor said as he pulled up a nearby chair and sat down next to his
captive
"Anything you want. But please let me go." Sara said her voice breaking.
"All in good time my dear. Don't be frightened I shall not hurt you and you
will eventually be released." The tormentor said.
Sara stared in silence at her captor awaiting his questions.
" shall we begin" The tormentor asked?
"Yes" Sara replied still very frightened.
" All right then. The other night you said you had been tickle tortured many
times in your youth. By whom?" He asked.
"Many different people...I have two older brothers her would tickle me
without end." Sara replied her thoughts suddenly drifting to the possibility
that this maniac intended to tickle torture her.The thought had sent chills
down her spine.
"How would they tickle you my dear? Details please." The tormentor asked.
His penis grew hard at the thought. He savored the idea of her ticklish
torture to come.
"They would pin me to the floor, and then tickled me without any mercy. I
who.." Sara was cut off by her tormentor...
"How would they pin you? Details, please give me the details." He demanded
in a frustrated tone.
"One would sit on top of me...actually they would pin me face down and one
would sit on my back and tickle my ribs and armpits. The other would pull
off my shoes and socks and tickle my feet." Sara said.
"How long would they torture you this way my dear?" He asked in a satisfied
tone.
" I'm not really sure...a very long time...or it seemed that way." Sara
said. Sara became more nervous with every question he asked. She was sure he
had every intention to tickle her.She had never liked to be tickled. As a
matter of fact she could not stand it. For Sara in was pure torture of the
worst possible kind and here she was tied completely helpless and
vulnerable.
The Tormentor continued his line of questioning for the next two hours.
When he was done he had extracted every piece of ticklish information he
could from a very frightened Sara Colins.
"Thank you my dear sweet Sara, The conversation was very stimulating
indeed."The tormentor said.
'Will you please let me go now" Sara pleaded.
"I'm afraid that is impossible my dear. We need to reach an understanding
first." The Tormentor chuckled.
"Yes anything, anything you want." Sara shouted
"Not so fast my dear, First you must be conditioned, and I'm afraid that
will take a few days." He replied
"Please don't! Please let me go" Sara screamed.
"Please don't what" The Tormentor smiled.
Sara froze. She dared not say the words he was wanting to hear. She new for
certain that if she pleaded not to be tickled. That she would be. Her only
hope was to remain silent.
"Please don't what!!" The Tormentor shouted. "Don't make me ask again!" He
warned
"Please don't tickle me!!" Sara shouted back terrified.
"Tickle you? Tickle You? Why what a wonderful idea!" The Tormentor exclaimed
as he stepped to the foot of the bed.
Sara struggled with her bonds as his hand grazed the top of her right foot.
The tormentor swept past her right foot and settled into chair near her
left.
The tormentor studied the sole of Sara's bond left foot. It was flawless and
it was a stark white in contrast to the rest of her body which was deeply
tanned. He slowly ran his index finger from the heel to just under the toes.
His fingernail stimulating and alerting all the nerve ending across her sole
sending an instant message exploding in her brain. Sara took in a sharp
breath and then exhaled in complete and utter hilarity. The prospect of
being tickled, especially on her ultra sensitive soles had worked her up
into a state of incredible ticklishness. Sara was consumed in uncontrollable
laughter.
The tormentor smiled and quickened his pace scrabbling his fingers across
and down the sole of her very ticklish sole. Sara pulled frantically at her
bonds and was unable to speak because of her involuntary laughter.
The tormentor continued his ticklish assault fot the next 10 mins and then
suddenly stopped.Sara continued to laugh very hard for the next few minutes
and then her laughter subsided and she was left twitching , giggling, and
panting for air.
"Ticklish Sara?" He chuckled.
"Oh god please no more, please I can't bear anymore. Not my feet! Please not
my feet! "
Sara begged.
"So sorry.." The tormentor chuckled and her began to prod the toes of her
foot. Gently probing between each toe with his fingers, Making sure to give
a good wiggle each time.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Sara wailed. "Not my toes!! I beg you" Sara screamed with
laughter.
"Ticklish toes! Whats the matter Sara are these little piggies ticklish?"
The tormentor laughed.
Sara could not respond to his query, she was to busy screaming with ticklish
laughter.She could not bear to have her toes tickled. A tactic her brothers
often found amusing.
The tormentor gently tickled the undersides of Sara's toes and she would
have went through the roof had she not been so thoroughly secured to the
bed. Her laughter was near maniacal.
After nearly five minutes of this unrelenting torture the Tormentor began to
suck and lick her toes. This only caused Sara to react even more violently
then previously. Sara was in tickle hell and she knew it.
Sara's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she struggled in vain
against her bonds.
The tickling was terribly intense for her and she was going mad from the
constant torment.
Finally after an additional 10 mins her tormentor stopped and sat back in
his chair recovering from a powerful orgasm.
Several minutes passed as both the tormentor and the tormented recovered
from the effects of the terrible tickling.
"Sara it is time for a brief rest, before I continue and explore the rest of
your ticklish body." The tormentor stated.
"Please no more, please I can't stand it. I can't take it anymore." Sara
pleaded her body glistening with sweat, her eyes straining with tears. Tears
of laughter.
"Tsk, tsk, sweet Sara. Our time together has just begun. After your
conditioning you will be set free. But only after we reach our
understanding." He said.
"What is it that you want from me! I will do anything you want! " Sarah
screamed
"Anything? Be careful want you commit to my dear Sara" He said
"What do you want! What is this understanding! I'll do anything just please
no more tickling. I hate to be tickled! I can't stand it!"Sara screamed.
"Sara you are such a tease....The understanding will be very simple....it
goes like this...you will submit to four hours of tickling per week. You can
break it up into one hour segments or take it all in one shot. But this
understanding will not be reached until I feel you have been sufficiently
broken and will submit to your faith...Keep in mind that once you commit to
this there will be no turning back. Any breech in our contract will have the
most ticklish of consequences. There is a tickling slave trade you know."
The Tormentor explained.
Sara's eyes grew wide with fear and she began to scream with terror.........
The Tormentor stood up and climbed onto the bed and straddled Sara's waist
as Sara continued her hysterical pleading.
"Please anything but that! No more tickling. Have mercy! Please no more!"
Sara babbled.
The Tormentor stared into Sara's pretty eyes and began to lower his hands to
Sara's armpits. All ten fingers wiggling as he lowered them, an evil grin
spreading across his face.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle" The Tormentor chuckled.
Sara stared back in utter horror as she continued her futile attempts at
escape. She tried desperately to hold in her nervous laughter but as he
began his verbal taunt of her. Her defenses broke down and she began to
giggle and laugh before she was even touched.
"Let's see if those pits are ticklish shall we?" The tormentor shouted with
glee as he lowered his wiggling digits into the hollows of her arms.
Sara was unable to contain herself. She burst out into hideous screaming
laughter. Her long blonde hair whipping from side to side as she tried to
crawl out of her own skin.
Being tied in such an utterly helpless position had left her armpits more
vulnerable than ever before in her young life. The wiggling fingers caused
such ticklish sensations that Sara thought she would soon be tickled to
death if her tormentor did not stop.After her initial burst of laughter Sara
laugh turned to the incredible silent laugh that was reserved only for the
most ticklish of people. Quiet a spectacular effect for a ruthless tickle
master such as the Tormentor.The tormentor continued his devilish tickling
until Sara passed out
She is quite ticklish.He thought as he pulled the smelling salt from his
pocket.
Sara awoke tied face down upon her bed. Her arms were tied above her head
with her wrists tied together to the bed's sturdy oak frame. Several wide
leather straps pinned the rest of her body to the bed. Her ankles were taped
together with several strong layers of duck-tape, with her feet dangling
just off the bed's edge. Her big toes had also been tied together, leaving
her with little to no movement for her feet.
"Welcome back Miss Colins." The tormentor said.
Sara felt his sudden wait upon the bed and nearly jumped out of her skin
when he rested his cold hand on her back.
"I have to go get something's I left behind. I'll be back in a couple of
hours."He said
"Please just let me go. The tickling is unbearable for me. Please no more."
Sara whimpered.
"Sorry, you know the rules my sweet. Here let me put this on you." The
Tormentor said as her forced a gag into Sara's mouth securing it around her
head.
The Tormentor walked to the foot of the bed and suddenly Sara felt something
gooey being applied to the soles of her feet. The brushing tickled, but not
enough to make her laugh. Thinking quickly Sara overemphasized the effects
of the brush hoping to win her some respite from further real tickling.She
could hear the Tormentor chuckling to himself when he seen her reaction.
After covering his captives feet with several coats of the gooey substance
he left the room but returned with a rather large German sheperd.
"I know you can't really see him from over there but this is my guard dog
Rex. He will keep you company while I'm gone. He won't bite you so don't
worry. Although he really can't ever get enough of the syrup I coated the
soles of your feet with.
I hope you two have lots of laughs together," The tormentor said as he
exited the front door.
Sara screamed into her gag after him: Please no, please don't do this to
me!"
A few long tense minutes went by as the large animal investigated the small
room. At one point the dog made Sara yelp as his cold nose nuzzled her
ribcage. But soon the dog found its rich prize, and when the licking began
so did the laughter..................
The Tormentor returned after two hours as promised. He could hear Sara's
hysterical giggling through her gag. The dog was still savoring her ticklish
soles when he arrived.
The Tormentor dismissed the dog and wiped off the remnants of the syrup from
Sara's soles with a damp cloth.
"Did you and Rex have lots of laughs while I was away?" He sarcastically
asked as heremoved her gag.
"Please stop it. Please no more. I can't take it anymore." Said a very
exhausted Sara.
"I am done with you tonight sweet one, sleep comfortably." The Tormentor
said as he exited the room while turning off the light.
Although she was still tied to the bed, Sara slept like a baby after her
long and ticklish ordeal.
THE PRESENT
Sara sat contemplating the events of the last 3 days. She was reliving the
awful tickle torture she had been put through. After 3 days of constant
tickle torture with breaks only for rest, sleep,and food. Sara had agreed to
the Tormentor's demands. She would be his tickle slave for four hours each
and every week for the next year.To strengthen Sara's commitment the
Tormentor played a video for her the night of his departure.
THE TAPE
The tape begins with a still photograph of a young woman in her early
twenties. She had short black hair, pretty gray eyes and a beautiful smile.
A caption beneath the photograph read: This young woman was sentenced to one
year as a slave in the trade. She violated her contract by trying to flee
from her master. What follows is aglimpse of her faith.
The film that followed was of very poor manufacture and the sound was
terrible but it depicted a very large smoke filled room. Exotic oriental
music good be heard playing in the background. The noise of hundreds of
howling and chatting people almost drowned out the music.
The cameraman pushed through the crowds and made his way to the center of
the room.
Once there the camera focuses in on a padded bench with a set of sturdy
wooden stocks set before it. The young woman of the previous photograph was
seated upon the bench.
Her feet locked into the padded stocks. Her toes tied back. Her soles
stretched and vulnerable. Her body was trapped within the confines of a
straight jacket, and was stepped securely to the back of the bench. An older
oriental gentleman sat on a stool position directly by her captive feet. He
was happily racking the soles of her feet with long sharp nails. The girl
was howling with laughter. Tears streaming from her eyes. The crowd had
gathered around the spectacle and was cheering the old man on.
The tormentor looked away from the video and stared deeply into Sara's eyes.
"She tried to go back on our deal. That film was taken almost a year ago.
When she returns I will get her a place and find her a job. But she will
have to submit to me or my friends twelve hours each and every week for the
following year. Which believe me will be nothing compared to her ordeal in
the orient." The tormentor warned.
"Do not cross me my dear. I shall return, I shall return." The Tormentor
said in a menacing tone........................................
-The End-
