ticklerboy
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The Laughter of Revenge Part 2
Nic woke with a groan. Her nights sleep had been restless and she had a light ache in her neck. She reached up to rub it but found that she couldnt! Both her arms where were streched down infront of her but they couldnt move! She wasnt in her bed at all!! She screamed as she realised that she couldnt move at all either!!! Suddenly the room lit up all around her.
She was staring herself in the face, the polished steel wall infront of her acting as a mirror.Tears filled her eyes as she saw the problem she had. She was 'clamped' to a metal contraption that she could only relate to looking like something she used to jump over in the gym class when she was in school. She was on her belly, a thick leather cushioned pad supporting her stomach and ribs. Her arms were stretched down towards the floor infront of her and her wrists were firmly held to the legs of the frame. At the back her legs were stretched towards the floor also, and this time her ankles were firmly held to the frame, leaving her soft small feet hanging loosly above the floor. She then saw her ample breasts swinging beneath her, the large nipples pointing sharply at the floor, and realised that she was totally naked. Before she could scream again she heard a shuffling behind her that caused her to catch her breath.
In the reflection of the wall she could see a tall figure, dressed from head to foot in a hooded robe of bright red colours, that she guessed was a woman by the large cleavage emerging from a gap in the robe. She stood there silentley, swinging something in her hand. That something was a large stick, a large stick that had a larger bunch of stiff and full feathers!! The woman leaned forward and Nic panicked. Nic then screamed louder than ever before as the woman now became her torturer and her unbearable torture began!!
Lightly at first, the woman dusted the highly sensitive and exposed soles of Nics feet, causing her little toes to curl up in ticklish agony. She swirled the feathers slowly up the backs of her legs, making them twitch and tense. But then the real torture began. The probing and titilating feathers reached Nics soft and upturned backside, and began an excrusiating tickling of her most private and sensitive parts. Caressing in the most ticklish way between her quivering and pert buttocks, and under and around her 'special place' between her legs. Nics screams of tortured and tickled hysteria increased as the woman reached a second bunch of feathers under the frame a expertly began stroking her now bullet hard nipples and violently swinging breasts. The tears of laughter were now streaming down Nics face, her giggles, screams and squeels preventing her from begging for mercy. Yet, every so often when the terrible feathers tickled 'certain' spots, she wasnt sure she wanted it to stop, but then they would intensify the torture on her feet and buttocks,and her mind was destroyed by the tickling. When would it stop!!!??
To continue.....
(if anyone has the ability to or would like to attempt to, I would very much like someone to illustrate this or all of my Revenge story. Please let me know)
Nic woke with a groan. Her nights sleep had been restless and she had a light ache in her neck. She reached up to rub it but found that she couldnt! Both her arms where were streched down infront of her but they couldnt move! She wasnt in her bed at all!! She screamed as she realised that she couldnt move at all either!!! Suddenly the room lit up all around her.
She was staring herself in the face, the polished steel wall infront of her acting as a mirror.Tears filled her eyes as she saw the problem she had. She was 'clamped' to a metal contraption that she could only relate to looking like something she used to jump over in the gym class when she was in school. She was on her belly, a thick leather cushioned pad supporting her stomach and ribs. Her arms were stretched down towards the floor infront of her and her wrists were firmly held to the legs of the frame. At the back her legs were stretched towards the floor also, and this time her ankles were firmly held to the frame, leaving her soft small feet hanging loosly above the floor. She then saw her ample breasts swinging beneath her, the large nipples pointing sharply at the floor, and realised that she was totally naked. Before she could scream again she heard a shuffling behind her that caused her to catch her breath.
In the reflection of the wall she could see a tall figure, dressed from head to foot in a hooded robe of bright red colours, that she guessed was a woman by the large cleavage emerging from a gap in the robe. She stood there silentley, swinging something in her hand. That something was a large stick, a large stick that had a larger bunch of stiff and full feathers!! The woman leaned forward and Nic panicked. Nic then screamed louder than ever before as the woman now became her torturer and her unbearable torture began!!
Lightly at first, the woman dusted the highly sensitive and exposed soles of Nics feet, causing her little toes to curl up in ticklish agony. She swirled the feathers slowly up the backs of her legs, making them twitch and tense. But then the real torture began. The probing and titilating feathers reached Nics soft and upturned backside, and began an excrusiating tickling of her most private and sensitive parts. Caressing in the most ticklish way between her quivering and pert buttocks, and under and around her 'special place' between her legs. Nics screams of tortured and tickled hysteria increased as the woman reached a second bunch of feathers under the frame a expertly began stroking her now bullet hard nipples and violently swinging breasts. The tears of laughter were now streaming down Nics face, her giggles, screams and squeels preventing her from begging for mercy. Yet, every so often when the terrible feathers tickled 'certain' spots, she wasnt sure she wanted it to stop, but then they would intensify the torture on her feet and buttocks,and her mind was destroyed by the tickling. When would it stop!!!??
To continue.....
(if anyone has the ability to or would like to attempt to, I would very much like someone to illustrate this or all of my Revenge story. Please let me know)
