Before you read the story, a most important disclaimer:
This is just a work of fiction, with no intention whatsoever of being insensitive to what is going on in the Middle East region. No politics, just tickling, tickling and oh yes, quite a bit of sex.
Enjoy and let me know what you think!
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Megan O’Reilly still couldn’t believe it. Even after the long flight from her homeland in Ireland, to this desert landscape, to the helicopter ride to a private landing site, to the car ride where she was currently in. Most of the difficulty lay in the improbability of such an event happening to her.
After all, it wasn’t everyday that a nice girl got kidnapped right on the streets with no one looking; even rarer that you got drugged to keep you helpless while you boarded a plane to an unknown destination; almost never that you got a helicopter ride while kept in constricting bondage with a gag on your mouth; and impossible to imagine that you would ever take a car ride in the back seat, hogtied lying on someone’s lap while you were gagged and blindfolded.
But this was exactly the situation that Megan found herself in. Whisked right off the streets in Ireland, on her way back home to her apartment after finishing her teaching classes for the day. A daily routine for her for the past few months, that she had gotten used to the catcalls and wolf whistles from passers-by and even the irregular besotted student who would ‘stalk’ her home.
Which was why it had been so easy for her kidnappers to single her out, follow her to know her routine, and plan the best time to grab her. To say it was a perfect kidnapping was not far off the mark, for she still hadn’t been reported missing back home yet. But back to her predicament.
Somewhere along the line, her bondage had gotten progressively crueler, to the extent that even though her blouse and skirt were still on her body, an insidious crotch rope had replaced her panties and a criss-cross rope pattern took the place of her bra. Now, the slightest movement from her resulted in a sensuous rubbing of the crotch rope against her helplessly pinioned clitoris, while the rope bra squeezed and kneaded her full, firm breasts with more finesse than all of her previous lovers combined together.
Suffice to say that after only a few minutes of struggle, she had realized the futility of her struggling, except to turn her into a helpless, horny plaything. And a plaything she was, for even though she was blindfolded and gagged, a pair of hands was constantly moving over her body. A cruel prod into her ribcage here, a brief spider tickle on her flat tummy, a slow finger dragging down her sole.
Megan had lost track of how long she had been tickle-tormented for already. With the blindfold and her cruel bondage, she had no way of knowing where the next attack would come from, and there was no escape from it! So despite her best efforts to keep as still as possible, she had to jerk and flinch at each ticklish stroke. And so the lightning continued to lance through her crotch, and the thunder kept rumbling in her chest.
Finally, the car rumbled to a stop. The devilish fingers finally ceased their light tickling caresses on her body. She heard the car door open, then sight was restored to her as the blindfold was removed from her face. She blinked in confusion and with a start of surprise realized that her captor and erstwhile tormentor was an Arabian girl! The girl was attractive in an exotic way with perfectly tanned skin, jet-black hair and adorable slanted eyes. But next to Megan, the girl was merely pretty.
The crotch rope was cut from her body, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief at that. Her feet were released from the hogtie and she was made to walk. Her eyes widened in surprise at what she saw: A huge marble mansion with water fountains and lush gardens surround it. But the mansion was right in the middle of a desert. With a sinking feeling, Megan realized that she was stranded at an oasis in the entire desert. Escape would be impossible.
The Arabian girl smiled at her glum expression. “Good,” she purred in heavily accented English. “You understand that you cannot escape, yes?” A cruel poke in her ribs made Megan yelp and flinch in shock, and she quickly stammered in the affirmative. “Ah, a clever one, a quick learner!” The Arabian girl enthused. “A good teacher indeed,” she snickered. Megan blushed.
Her finger trailed down Megan’s waist, making her gasp. “Learn your lessons well, and Mistress Selima will not punish you more than in necessary,” she informed Megan with an evil gleam in her eyes. Megan shuddered at that look. It promised hours of unending agony for the victim, and from the teasing tickle in the car ride, Megan knew that this Selima girl was capable of far, far worse.
As they got closer to the main door, the unmistakable sounds of tortured laughter wafted through the air. Megan shuddered at the sound of that. She had always been extremely ticklish and wondered how she was ever going to cope! Then the doors opened and she was treated to the sight of an opulent hall, where everything seemed to be encased in pure gold! Megan, however was not focussing on the beauty of the surroundings, but rather on the sight before her eyes.
An attractive blonde was bound to a bondage X-frame device that left her in a kneeling position. Her limbs were secured with sturdy straps and the bondage was so tight that she could barely move an inch. A strap around her head ensured that she could not move any part of her body in the slightest. Four Arabian girls were working her ticklish body mercilessly.
One at each foot, running their long nails expertly across the blonde’s helpless soles with one hand each. Their other hand worked her knees and thighs with cruel tickling expertise. Another girl was at her front working her torso. Her hands roamed the blonde’s waist, ribs and belly with expert precision, and her hands moved so quickly all over that the blonde obviously never got a chance to get used to the tickling. The last girl was behind the blonde, working purely on her underarms, her fingers wiggling away in the deep hollows.
The poor blonde was laughing hysterically, with tears pouring down her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut in agony and a her face was a rictus of ticklish suffering. It was obvious to Megan that the poor blonde was laughing and screaming so hard that she couldn’t even find the voice to plead for mercy. All she could do was laugh.
A video camera was in front of her, taping her torment. A man was bound and gagged to the side, watching the cruel torture helplessly. Selima explained to Megan that the blonde was a nosy investigative reporter by the name of Julia, who had dared to try to spy on her new owner the Sheik. Of course, she was easily caught with her cameraman Andrew, and they were currently being punished for their misdemeanors.
The cameraman had his pants down at his ankles and another Arabian girl was expertly stroking his helpless manhood. It was hard and throbbing under the girl’s expert stimulation. An agonized look was on his face as he tried to hold back his orgasm without much success. With a final flourish of her fingers, the girl made the cameraman spurt forth his seed in explosive bursts. Puddles of white liquid around the cameraman showed that his forced masturbation had been going on for some time already.
With a cruel smile Selima explained the torture to Megan. For each time that the cameraman was made to cum, Julia would have an extra hour of tickling added to her account. And each extra hour meant that Andrew got a handjob all over again and he was to try and hold back his orgasm. Each time Julia peed or fainted from her tickling, she got an extra hour added to her torture as well. Every now and then, the torturers would cease their merciless tickling and give Julia and Andrew a break. Like right now.
“THE SHEIK IS A GREAT MAN! HE KEEPS ALL HIS GUESTS HAPPILY ENTERTAINED! EVERYBODY LOVES THE SHEIK! HE IS THE BEST!” Julia sobbed while she was given a short respite. Selima explained that every time Julia got a break, she had to say good things about the Sheik. Then the torturers began their tickling again.
The girls at her feet stroked their nails across her buttocks and inner thighs, each girl focussing on one leg each. Julia wailed in ticklish agony as the tears poured forth again. Her body bucked helplessly in the bondage frame, totally unable to lessen the torment in the slightest. The girl working her underarms now began to tickle her neck, running her fingers in soft strokes across the sensitive skin. Julia howled in torment at this unceasing tickling. Then the girl working her torso began to tickle her ears, stroking the inner lobes with cruel precision.
Andrew was having his sore manhood stimulated again. He groaned into his gag helplessly as the Arabian expertly brought his erection up. She whispered continually into his ear. Big baby likes this yes? Likes to see pretty caucasian girl get tickled yes? Likes fingers on his cock yes? When this was all over, maybe baby would be given to her to be her slave, and she would spend hours tickling him and masturbating him to her hearts’ content.
Julia’s eyes bugged out at the horrible sensations all over her ticklish body. She couldn’t much more of this! “PLEASE! I BEG YOU! STOP IT!” She screamed in desperation. She could feel her bladder loosening and she dreaded the time when she would pee helplessly, for it would add another hour to this unending torture! “NO! NO! NO!” She cried out, feeling her bladder lose control. She peed. “PLEASE HAVE MERCY!” She cried out to the merciless torturers.
Megan was crying in sympathy at Julia’s plight when Selima dragged her away. “You think that’s bad?” Selima asked Megan. “You’re going to get much worse, I promise you!” She dragged a screaming Megan further into the mansion and whatever tortures she would have to face.
They stopped at an opulent bathroom. This bathroom was slightly different though, for rarely did bathrooms come with bondage equipment. Two Arabian girls were waiting for Megan, and she was unceremoniously pushed into the bathroom. Soon, Megan was stripped and secured into a pair of stocks, her arms bound behind her body, thrusting her firm breasts forward. Her toes were secured to toe rings and she could not even wiggle her feet at all.
Selima smirked at her predicament as the two girls prepared a pedicure set. A horrible suspicion arose in Megan’s mind at what to expect. “Please…” she looked pleadingly at Selima, even as she tried to wiggle her toes without effect.
“You must be well groomed to serve his Excellency the Sheik,” was Selima’s reply. A satisfied look was on her face as the girls held up their tools for inspection. The pumice stone, the nail file, electric toothbrushes and other wonderful tickling devices. Megan began crying. Selima left her to the girls. Closing the door behind her, she heard Megan babble, “nononononono” then a piercing scream, followed by another, and another. Then the hysterical laughter came. She walked away satisfied.
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Does anybody want to know what happens next on Monday? If you do, let me know and I'll post the next "day" happenings.
tklover66
This is just a work of fiction, with no intention whatsoever of being insensitive to what is going on in the Middle East region. No politics, just tickling, tickling and oh yes, quite a bit of sex.
Enjoy and let me know what you think!
********************************************************************
Megan O’Reilly still couldn’t believe it. Even after the long flight from her homeland in Ireland, to this desert landscape, to the helicopter ride to a private landing site, to the car ride where she was currently in. Most of the difficulty lay in the improbability of such an event happening to her.
After all, it wasn’t everyday that a nice girl got kidnapped right on the streets with no one looking; even rarer that you got drugged to keep you helpless while you boarded a plane to an unknown destination; almost never that you got a helicopter ride while kept in constricting bondage with a gag on your mouth; and impossible to imagine that you would ever take a car ride in the back seat, hogtied lying on someone’s lap while you were gagged and blindfolded.
But this was exactly the situation that Megan found herself in. Whisked right off the streets in Ireland, on her way back home to her apartment after finishing her teaching classes for the day. A daily routine for her for the past few months, that she had gotten used to the catcalls and wolf whistles from passers-by and even the irregular besotted student who would ‘stalk’ her home.
Which was why it had been so easy for her kidnappers to single her out, follow her to know her routine, and plan the best time to grab her. To say it was a perfect kidnapping was not far off the mark, for she still hadn’t been reported missing back home yet. But back to her predicament.
Somewhere along the line, her bondage had gotten progressively crueler, to the extent that even though her blouse and skirt were still on her body, an insidious crotch rope had replaced her panties and a criss-cross rope pattern took the place of her bra. Now, the slightest movement from her resulted in a sensuous rubbing of the crotch rope against her helplessly pinioned clitoris, while the rope bra squeezed and kneaded her full, firm breasts with more finesse than all of her previous lovers combined together.
Suffice to say that after only a few minutes of struggle, she had realized the futility of her struggling, except to turn her into a helpless, horny plaything. And a plaything she was, for even though she was blindfolded and gagged, a pair of hands was constantly moving over her body. A cruel prod into her ribcage here, a brief spider tickle on her flat tummy, a slow finger dragging down her sole.
Megan had lost track of how long she had been tickle-tormented for already. With the blindfold and her cruel bondage, she had no way of knowing where the next attack would come from, and there was no escape from it! So despite her best efforts to keep as still as possible, she had to jerk and flinch at each ticklish stroke. And so the lightning continued to lance through her crotch, and the thunder kept rumbling in her chest.
Finally, the car rumbled to a stop. The devilish fingers finally ceased their light tickling caresses on her body. She heard the car door open, then sight was restored to her as the blindfold was removed from her face. She blinked in confusion and with a start of surprise realized that her captor and erstwhile tormentor was an Arabian girl! The girl was attractive in an exotic way with perfectly tanned skin, jet-black hair and adorable slanted eyes. But next to Megan, the girl was merely pretty.
The crotch rope was cut from her body, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief at that. Her feet were released from the hogtie and she was made to walk. Her eyes widened in surprise at what she saw: A huge marble mansion with water fountains and lush gardens surround it. But the mansion was right in the middle of a desert. With a sinking feeling, Megan realized that she was stranded at an oasis in the entire desert. Escape would be impossible.
The Arabian girl smiled at her glum expression. “Good,” she purred in heavily accented English. “You understand that you cannot escape, yes?” A cruel poke in her ribs made Megan yelp and flinch in shock, and she quickly stammered in the affirmative. “Ah, a clever one, a quick learner!” The Arabian girl enthused. “A good teacher indeed,” she snickered. Megan blushed.
Her finger trailed down Megan’s waist, making her gasp. “Learn your lessons well, and Mistress Selima will not punish you more than in necessary,” she informed Megan with an evil gleam in her eyes. Megan shuddered at that look. It promised hours of unending agony for the victim, and from the teasing tickle in the car ride, Megan knew that this Selima girl was capable of far, far worse.
As they got closer to the main door, the unmistakable sounds of tortured laughter wafted through the air. Megan shuddered at the sound of that. She had always been extremely ticklish and wondered how she was ever going to cope! Then the doors opened and she was treated to the sight of an opulent hall, where everything seemed to be encased in pure gold! Megan, however was not focussing on the beauty of the surroundings, but rather on the sight before her eyes.
An attractive blonde was bound to a bondage X-frame device that left her in a kneeling position. Her limbs were secured with sturdy straps and the bondage was so tight that she could barely move an inch. A strap around her head ensured that she could not move any part of her body in the slightest. Four Arabian girls were working her ticklish body mercilessly.
One at each foot, running their long nails expertly across the blonde’s helpless soles with one hand each. Their other hand worked her knees and thighs with cruel tickling expertise. Another girl was at her front working her torso. Her hands roamed the blonde’s waist, ribs and belly with expert precision, and her hands moved so quickly all over that the blonde obviously never got a chance to get used to the tickling. The last girl was behind the blonde, working purely on her underarms, her fingers wiggling away in the deep hollows.
The poor blonde was laughing hysterically, with tears pouring down her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut in agony and a her face was a rictus of ticklish suffering. It was obvious to Megan that the poor blonde was laughing and screaming so hard that she couldn’t even find the voice to plead for mercy. All she could do was laugh.
A video camera was in front of her, taping her torment. A man was bound and gagged to the side, watching the cruel torture helplessly. Selima explained to Megan that the blonde was a nosy investigative reporter by the name of Julia, who had dared to try to spy on her new owner the Sheik. Of course, she was easily caught with her cameraman Andrew, and they were currently being punished for their misdemeanors.
The cameraman had his pants down at his ankles and another Arabian girl was expertly stroking his helpless manhood. It was hard and throbbing under the girl’s expert stimulation. An agonized look was on his face as he tried to hold back his orgasm without much success. With a final flourish of her fingers, the girl made the cameraman spurt forth his seed in explosive bursts. Puddles of white liquid around the cameraman showed that his forced masturbation had been going on for some time already.
With a cruel smile Selima explained the torture to Megan. For each time that the cameraman was made to cum, Julia would have an extra hour of tickling added to her account. And each extra hour meant that Andrew got a handjob all over again and he was to try and hold back his orgasm. Each time Julia peed or fainted from her tickling, she got an extra hour added to her torture as well. Every now and then, the torturers would cease their merciless tickling and give Julia and Andrew a break. Like right now.
“THE SHEIK IS A GREAT MAN! HE KEEPS ALL HIS GUESTS HAPPILY ENTERTAINED! EVERYBODY LOVES THE SHEIK! HE IS THE BEST!” Julia sobbed while she was given a short respite. Selima explained that every time Julia got a break, she had to say good things about the Sheik. Then the torturers began their tickling again.
The girls at her feet stroked their nails across her buttocks and inner thighs, each girl focussing on one leg each. Julia wailed in ticklish agony as the tears poured forth again. Her body bucked helplessly in the bondage frame, totally unable to lessen the torment in the slightest. The girl working her underarms now began to tickle her neck, running her fingers in soft strokes across the sensitive skin. Julia howled in torment at this unceasing tickling. Then the girl working her torso began to tickle her ears, stroking the inner lobes with cruel precision.
Andrew was having his sore manhood stimulated again. He groaned into his gag helplessly as the Arabian expertly brought his erection up. She whispered continually into his ear. Big baby likes this yes? Likes to see pretty caucasian girl get tickled yes? Likes fingers on his cock yes? When this was all over, maybe baby would be given to her to be her slave, and she would spend hours tickling him and masturbating him to her hearts’ content.
Julia’s eyes bugged out at the horrible sensations all over her ticklish body. She couldn’t much more of this! “PLEASE! I BEG YOU! STOP IT!” She screamed in desperation. She could feel her bladder loosening and she dreaded the time when she would pee helplessly, for it would add another hour to this unending torture! “NO! NO! NO!” She cried out, feeling her bladder lose control. She peed. “PLEASE HAVE MERCY!” She cried out to the merciless torturers.
Megan was crying in sympathy at Julia’s plight when Selima dragged her away. “You think that’s bad?” Selima asked Megan. “You’re going to get much worse, I promise you!” She dragged a screaming Megan further into the mansion and whatever tortures she would have to face.
They stopped at an opulent bathroom. This bathroom was slightly different though, for rarely did bathrooms come with bondage equipment. Two Arabian girls were waiting for Megan, and she was unceremoniously pushed into the bathroom. Soon, Megan was stripped and secured into a pair of stocks, her arms bound behind her body, thrusting her firm breasts forward. Her toes were secured to toe rings and she could not even wiggle her feet at all.
Selima smirked at her predicament as the two girls prepared a pedicure set. A horrible suspicion arose in Megan’s mind at what to expect. “Please…” she looked pleadingly at Selima, even as she tried to wiggle her toes without effect.
“You must be well groomed to serve his Excellency the Sheik,” was Selima’s reply. A satisfied look was on her face as the girls held up their tools for inspection. The pumice stone, the nail file, electric toothbrushes and other wonderful tickling devices. Megan began crying. Selima left her to the girls. Closing the door behind her, she heard Megan babble, “nononononono” then a piercing scream, followed by another, and another. Then the hysterical laughter came. She walked away satisfied.
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Does anybody want to know what happens next on Monday? If you do, let me know and I'll post the next "day" happenings.
tklover66
