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The Big Unknown Pt 2 (Specially for summerdaez)

tklover66

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I find it hard to resist when a lady asks me to continue this story, especially when she wants to be the victim! :devil:

Well, sorry summerdaez, but you can't be in this story, as it already has a victim (unless of course, the captor captures you as well...) So you'll just have to imagine yourself as poor little Stacy :D

Enjoy!
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The Big Unknown 2

Stacy regained consciousness slowly. She desperately wished that she could stay unconscious forever, so as to escape the merciless tickle torture and forced orgasms her captor inflicted upon her helpless flesh at will. Stacy still didn’t know if her captor was male or female, but what she knew was that she was always in stringent bondage, always nude, and always with the blindfold, gag, earplugs and nose filter on.

She moaned helplessly, as she strained against her bonds, unsure if her devilish captor was watching her every move. After some moments of futile struggling, she understood her current predicament. She was bound in a kneeling position, with her back secured to a post or pillar. What felt like a spreader bar was attached at her knees, keeping her feet nicely spread. Somehow, her feet were secured to a bondage device as well, for she couldn’t even wiggle her toes! Her arms were firmly secured above her head, and even her head was secured to the post/pillar!

Stacy knew that she was completely helpless in this position, unable to move an inch at all. Her torso was completely at her captor’s mercy, her belly, ribs, waist and sides all laid out for her captor to tickle and tease. Her feet spread apart, and immobile, easy access for her captor to force more orgasms from her helpless body, while her feet were completely defenceless to any tickle attack. Her underarms horribly exposed this way, and no room to wriggle or yank her arms down. And no chance to slam her head against the post/pillar in frustration.

The first touch upon her naked skin was worse than an electric shock for the poor girl. Her captor had merely placed his/her fingers upon her ribcage, not doing anything at all. But the touch upon her super sensitive skin more than made her squeal and try to beg. Of course Stacy couldn’t hear a single muffled plea she uttered, and somehow that made it much worse.

Even though her captor had not begun the tickling yet, the mere touch of his/her fingers bespoke yet another session of merciless tickle torture. The anticipation for Stacy was pure agony; knowing that she was going to get tickled, but unsure when the torture would begin. Her helpless body vibrated helplessly in her bondage.

Then the tickling commenced. Not the no-holds-barred tickling Stacy had half-expected, but rather a slow, gentle stroking of her sides, from the base of her underarms to her hipbone. Her captor’s fingers lightly trailed along her defenceless flesh, leaving a trail of horrible ticklish sensations for Stacy to deal with. This cruel, slow tickle went on for what seemed an eternity to a suffering Stacy, and it took some time for the poor girl to realize the tickling had ceased. NO MORE, NO MORE!! Stacy pleaded in the recesses of her mind.

Then she felt her left breast being suckled ever so expertly by her captive, and a sharp thrill of unwanted pleasure coursed through her body. A warm, wet tongue flicked insistently against her trapped nipple, sending sparks of sexual frission exploding in her brain. Then knowing fingers worked away between her spread legs, sensually rubbing and teasing her unwilling body towards a humiliating, unwanted orgasm. The mouth transferred itself to Stacy’s right breast, with the same effect. Despite her best efforts, Stacy could feel her resistance melting away as the pleasure grew too strong for her to handle. With a despairing wail, she gave herself over to the orgasm… except that her captor had immediately ceased his/her pleasuring!

Stacy was shocked. Her captor couldn’t be so cruel as to leave her hanging like this! Her hips bucked ever so slightly in her bonds, chasing after that illusive orgasm. The fingers returned, but to her belly this time. Those cruel fingers ran themselves lightly across her taut belly flesh, making Stacy squeal with ticklish agony. Just running the fingertips along her quivering flesh, always moving, always tickling lightly. Stacy screamed helplessly into her gag.

Then a single began circling her cute navel, roaming in ever-smaller concentric circles, leaving Stacy with absolutely no doubt where the finger was eventually heading for. She bucked in her bonds helplessly, desperate to get some surcease from this cruel tickling. The finger inserted itself into her belly button, and slowly wiggled around, causing poor Stacy to moan and groan in tickling agony. Even though this wasn’t the all out tickle assault she had expected, the gentle form of tickling was as much a torture to Stacy.

Mercifully, the teasing finger withdrew, and she gulped air in, only for the mouth to resume its unfinished business of pleasuring her right breast. With her body so sensitized by the tickling already, Stacy could only moan helplessly as her pleasure senses took over rapidly. Fingers expertly massaged her left breast, making her buck her hips again in unwanted desire.

Stacy was one of those girls who could reach orgasm just by playing with her breasts, and her captor took full advantage of her weakness in this aspect, building her up towards yet another huge orgasm…only to cease the pleasuring while she was right on the verge of orgasm! Stacy screamed into the gag. PLEASE LET ME CUM, PLEASE LET ME CUM! She wanted to beg and plead her captor.

Then the gentle tickling resumed, this time on her inner thighs. Fingers running up and down her inner thighs constantly, lightly tickling her flesh, raising her goosepimples. It was a horrible torture for poor Stacy, hoping for some sort of surcease, only to have the fingers unceasingly tickle, tickle, tickle. Then her captor began to run his/her fingers from top to bottom on her left inner thigh, while sending his/her fingers the opposite direction for her right inner thigh. PLEASE STOP, PLEASE STOP! Stacy screamed in the recesses of her mind.

The tickling ceased, leaving Stacy a sobbing wreck. Then the mouth went to work between her legs this time. The first stroke of the tongue against her slit juiced the poor girl up immediately, and she was a helpless plaything in the hands of her captor. Each of her nipples were gently trapped between a thumb and forefinger, and expertly rolled around. This was too much! Surely she would get to cum now! Stacy pushed her hips towards her captor’s mouth, desperate to be allowed to climax this time round. So close, so close… getting there, yes, yes….. almost there, almost there…. Then Stacy screamed in pure agony as the mouth and fingers stopped their work. NOT AGAIN! NOOOOOO! I NEED TO CUM, PLEASE!! Stacy begged.

Almost immediately, her armpits erupted with tickling sensations; a wet tongue leaving a horrible ticklish trail on her right underarm, while a single digit leisurely stroked the deep hollow of her left underarm. Stacy was frantic. Her underarms were amongst the worst of her tickle spots!

Worse still for the helpless girl was the fact that her pussy and breasts were still on sexual fire, and this cruel tickling actually kept the fire going! Stacy knew then that her captor had designed this fiendish session specially for this purpose: to keep her right on the edge of orgasm and use a light tickling stroke to further torture and humiliate her!

She knew that if her captor dug his/her fingers into her underarms and wiggled away without mercy, Stacy would not feel a single bit of pleasure at all. But this… this slow, gentle, teasing tickle allowed her to experience the horrible tickling, as well the unwanted pleasure all at the same time!

Then her captor used a light drumming technique of all fingers upon each underarm, while suckling her left breast. The drumming fingers tapped repeatedly upon the surface of her underarms, never sinking deeply into her hollows, but this was more than enough to let her experience the awful ticklish sensations! The mouth upon her breast was no better, sending repeated jolts of unwanted pleasure through her body. Tickling and pleasure, each feeding upon the other, each multiplying the other…Stacy wished she could faint to escape this torment.

The fingers traveled down her torso, past her ribs, past her waist, stroking her smooth flanks, past her shapely calves, to work upon her helpless feet. Stroking her feet ever so lightly, making her feet erupt with pure tickling sensations. The mouth working her breasts ceased momentarily, only to reappear at her pussy just moments later.

Stacy couldn’t believe any human being could experience so much sensations at the same time! The tickling was overwhelmingly torturous, but the pleasure was just as equally powerful. Both sensations inflicted upon her helpless body at the same time, yet she was unable to climax, nor make the tickling stop. TORTURE! PURE TORTURE! Stacy screamed in her mind.

As in the past, each time she was close to climax, her captor would stop both the tickling and oral ministrations to allow her to cool down somewhat, before resuming the foot tickling and the pussy licking. Stacy wanted to die. If only she could cum! If only she could stop the tickling! If only she could stop the orgasm, but continue the tickling! If only she could climax with the tickling! If only… if only…

As though reading her mind, this time round her captor didn’t stop the tickling nor the pussy licking. Stacy screamed helplessly into her gag as the foot tickling continued unabated, and the tongue kept lapping at her clitoris. Tickling and pleasure seemed to merge into a single torturous sensation for poor Stacy and with a scream of pure agony and ecstasy, Stacy finally got her orgasm.

Her entire body convulsed powerfully, as she squirted her torturous pleasure in seemingly unceasing jets of spray. Still the tickling continued, feeding her pleasure, and looping her orgasm into a continuous cycle of torment. Everything went blank for Stacy at some point in time and she thought she had fainted.

When she regained her senses, her entire body felt limp and weakened. Her entire body seemed to radiate with preternatural sensitivity due to her intense orgasm. Unfortunately, it made her skin crawl with the remnant ticklish sensations her captor had inflicted on her previously. I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE! THAT HAD TO BE THE END! Stacy thought to herself. There was no way she could endure any more tickling or orgasms!

Her captor’s mouth descended to her right breast, while her underarms erupted with the drumming tickle. NNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOT AGAIN!!!!!!!!

The end
 
Wow, she is a mean tickler this one! (Clearly since she's good at breast and pussy licking).
Love,
Anna and Heather
 
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