Kidnapped ~ */F

Hey, Just joined here after seeing it mentioned on Theater, and used by my boyfriend. Thought i'd post one of my stories here. I really like to hear feed back, so if you have any please let me know! Thanks for reading <3 This really helps my confidence as a writer!

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Emma had been gone for days.

In Space no-one could hear her scream.

The old corny pastiche.

The ship had been crowded since she had been “taken.” Whoever had taken her had done so for a reason, she knew it. For the past few days she had seen people, aliens, both men and women being moved around this area, of what she could only presume was a ship. They all wore the same. What looked a like a body stocking, made of nylon like substance, and no shoes or socks. Some of the Women’s feet seemed to be bound with a kind of tape, so that their soles were covered.

Emma had been in there for what she could only imagine were days. There was no sense of time, and the only thing she could hear was humming, and the occasional squeal from somewhere within the cavernous ship. The walls were sliver and shimmering polished to perfection, and the floor was smooth beneath her toes.

Emma herself was a girl of about twenty; she had a full figure and a round smiling face, framed with Dark brown hair. but at the moment she was only a shadow of her former self. She seemed sad, and all her enthusiasm for life was draining. The only thing that made her laugh was the self cleaning mechanism on the floor which sprayed water up and sometimes hit her feet, tickling them gently and smoothly. She as sure this was done on purpose. Emma had been kept in a room with another girl; they had talked, briefly, both too scared to move from their silver beds. She was called Clarissa.

Emma jumped. She heard a hydraulic action somewhere underneath her bed. She shuffled jumped slightly, sitting up. Clarissa was lying down on a silver bed; her arms were clamped to the side. Emma looked down to see the same clamps moving over her arms, and she felt the bed beginning to move backwards. She forced herself not to scream, but Clarissa had already started ……

Emma’s eyes had been tight shut for what felt like hours, she had been moved around, cold, twisted a turned, freezing….She shivered. Her feet were cold. She could hear Clarissa’s fevered breathing next to her, held to an identical bed.

Suddenly her vision was filled with light; she blinked and tried to open her eyes looking around. They were vertical again; surrounded by a wall of glass, black, shiny glass, and she knew someone was watching them.

Suddenly the beds flipped from horizontal to vertical. Emma took a deep breath.

From underneath her, thick metal tentacles flew up, each one wiggling and worming its way over her body, encased in the torn shreds of her former jeans and blue t-shirt. She looked over at Clarissa who was beginning to wriggle, the tight metal clasps tightening on her thing wrists. Clarissa was a slight blond girl, no curves but very striking. In fact, she and Emma were complete opposites looks wise.

The metal tentacles began to work up Emma’s body now, around her neck and she began to try and avoid their wriggling grasp. They worked in underneath her neck, and began to tickle and lap all over her soft skin. She giggled lightly, and the sound seemed to trigger some kind of reaction the atmosphere, and in the speed of tickling, The tentacles, controlled by their apparent master began to tickle more furiously now, moving further down her body and tickling at her ribs through her already ripped t-shirt, ripping it more to get at her tanned skin.

Clarissa on the other had been being brutally tickled over and around her ankles. Her screaming seemed to make whoever the crowd was, wild, making the tentacles work twice as hard, sending the poor girl into frenzy,

“AHAHAHAHA NONONO PLEASE PLEASEHAHAHAH STOP PLEASHAHAHAHAHAHH, NOT THERE NO NO NO STOPSTOPSTOP NONONO HAHAHAHAHAHA”

Emma watched as Clarissa struggled to contain herself. Emma had been tickled before, her boyfriend used to love seeing her move and wriggle, so she could control it slightly. On the other hand Clarissa was totally lost in the feeling of thousands of smooth little tentacles tickling the soles of her perfectly manicured feet.

Emma grimaced and tried to kick as the tentacles got further towards her feet, winding their way over her ankles slowly, and gracefully wrapping round her toes, pulling them back and racing over her own feet, her nails painted a dark purplish colour.

Quickly the tables turned again, now both the girls were lying vertically on the tables, upside down, their feet wriggling in the cold air of the shiny room.

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The tentacles whipped and tickled over the girls feet mercilessly, as both of them giggled and guffawed, filling the once silent room with noise and laughter, often pained, and full of begging. Emma felt as if her eyes were going to explode with tears, she was trying to hold them back but it was so hard now, she could feel the burning as she tied to keep her eyes closed, failing at this with a loud sigh and another snort of loud laughter. She watched Clarissa trying to wriggle her feet, flicking her toes so that the tentacles would have a harder time gripping her soles.

Suddenly, out of the metal beds tens of tiny little tentacles popped out grabbing each one of Clarissa’s toes separately and pinning them back, preventing her from moving them. The metallic vines attacked her mercilessly once more, sending Clarissa reeling, the tears now pouring down her face.

Emma watched, a look of fear on her face, she looked at the clear back walls angrily, still a pained grin on her face from the feeling of the tentacles writhing all over her feet.

“Please. PLEASE”

She begged loudly at the wall.

“PLEASE JUST LET US GO!”

She yelled this time through her laughter, now painful and whiney. Clarissa had stopped moving and was now stationary, jerking slightly at the tentacles which were now only sweeping her feet once every few seconds, filling her with a wave of ecstasy.

Emma was still focused. She wasn’t going to let them win. She regained her composure slightly, turning to Clarissa.

“C’mon, stay awake!”

She shouted over to the other girl who looked on the verge of passing out. Clarissa moved her head slightly, a dazed grin on her pretty pale face. Emma felt exasperated by the whole situation; she had no control what so ever and things only seemed to be getting worse. For her at least. The metallic tentacles had seemed to have given up on Clarissa for a while, noticing she was exhausted and fainting. They seemed to swarm over Emma’s body, finally ripping her shirt away from her body and exposing her tanned skin.

More whip like vines seemed to pop up from around the bed, each one with a small wring brush attached to the end. Emma grimaced, trying to pull her feet away, but soon the smaller tiny tentacles that had appeared for Clarissa, pinned her toes back. Emma had started to laugh before the brushes had even touched her feet.

“Please PLEASE! NO STOP PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE HAHAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHAHAHEHWHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHATHWASTO STOPSTOPSTOP PLEASEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH…..”

Emma could feel more stinging tears down her face. The pain and pleasure feeling was becoming unbearable. She tried to remember her boyfriend, and the way he gently tickled her until she begged him to stop, pleading with him as she laughed uncontrollably. He would stop and kiss her, laughing with her.

This wasn’t going to happen here. This thing was torturing her, and someone, or …something was watching it all, enjoying it. Emma was so angry, but channelling it was hard, the feeling of the tentacles brushes over her feet was so powerful she could hardly think straight.

“STOP IT YOU SADIST, STOP PLEASE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE STOP! AHA...AHA…HAHEAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHH NONONO NO, STOP! NO WAAA NOOOO AHAHAHEHAHAHAHAHAHAAH….”

Suddenly she heard a gush behind her, it seemed one of the tentacles was secreting something…some kind of blue thick liquid. Clarissa had begun to stir, and Emma wished she would faint again, for her own sake. She knew what was coming…..

Nice work. Please keep it going.

The gushing sound came ever closer to Emma’s ears as she still struggled in her bondage, now squealing slightly at the thought of what was about to happen. The tentacles rushed towards her feet almost menacingly, leaking the fluid that smelt oddly fruity to her.

The metallic vines fist whipped over her chest leaving traces of the liquid slowly dripping down her skin and over her ribs, soaking into her flesh, making it shiny, reflecting the hard light that was falling down upon the two girls. Slowly the tentacles progressed down her legs until they reached her soft pink feet, already raw and sensitive from the previous torture. At first the liquid felt cool and she let out a sigh of relief, but that soon changed.

Besides her Clarissa was already taking in deep breaths as more tentacles were approaching her feet, quickly, playing with whilst she nervously pulled at her restraints trying to see how close they were to making her feet feel on fire once more.

Emma was now giggling nervously. She didn’t want to give in. Something inside made her hold it back, she started crying out in pain almost begging the machines to stop. Somehow the thick blue gloop was making her feet more sensitive. The smooth licking action of the tentacles made her quiver with delight. The liquid was dripping from her toes and back down onto her ankles, and the machine was following the same pattern. Drifting gently over Emma’s ankles…

“HAHAH NONO NOOOOONO PLPLEASEEE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE STOP STOP YOUR KILLINGME STOPSTOOOOP HEHAHAHAHAHHEAHAHAHAHEHAHAHAHHAHAHEHEHEHEHEEH HA HA OH OHOHOH AHAHAHEHAHAHAHAHAHA….”

That was it. Emma could stop her self no more. She began laughing; the sound of it filling the empty room and joining with Clarissa’s now pained snorts. Both of them were crying now, Emma’s tears of joy and exquisite pain, Clarissa’s of despair and anger at her predicament.

“Oh please PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE NONOPNONOOOOO PLEASE STOPSTOOOOOOOP HAHAHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHAHA NO PLEASE NO PLEASE DON’T KNOW HEHAHAHAHEHEEHH OH OH HEHAHAHAHAAHA”

The machines returned to both of their feet as the beds slowly flipped round again setting the girls up right facing the shiny black walls of the room. It seemed like the tickling would never relent. Emma began to wonder if this was indeed heel and this strange pleasure she was feeling was a drug in her system. Their were thousands of tentacles all over them now, some with brushes, some with feathers and combs, each one tickling a certain area on the girl that would make them laugh, Emma’s tears were gushing now, her face creased and joyous. Clarissa was laughing again, still pained, but her beautiful voice was there, her full guffawing laugh joining with Emma’s.

Suddenly, Emma heard a sound, like a whirring. Like a machine being powered down. Behind her and around her she saw tentacles retreating back into the holes in the floor and walls. Their beds were being turned horizontal once more. A loud clunk signalled them being put back into place slowly. Emma stopped panting and began to breath normally again.

“Hey…”

She whispered over to her now silent partner,

“Are you, I mean…are you like, ok?”

Clarissa turned and looked directly at Emma. Her face was pale and wet from the tears she had cried. She nodded slowly before laying her head back and closing her pretty blue eyes. Emma did the same staring at the ceiling. Thinking about how they could get out of this.

Behind her, she head the loud doors shift and slide open again. This time, not the sound of mechanic….but organics. Emma could hear something slipping and squelching across the floor. She didn’t dare turn around….


The sound got closer, and Emma could almost taste the moistness of whatever was creeping along the floor behind her. She closed her eyes tight shut not daring to look, trembling and wishing that she was somewhere else. Any where else. She heard Clarissa scream. A single scream, a scream that turned into laughter, pained laughter, with the odd hoot of what seemed to be joy, but Emma knew it could not be. She lay perfectly still with her eyes closed, only occasionally quivering because of the cold, that the blue gloop had made her feel even more.

Slowly, she opened one eye, looking over at Clarissa. At her feet lay a huge gleaming greasy green lump. Emma could only presume it was some kind of alien life form. It had masses of smooth yet slimy green tentacles coming out from every inch its body. It obviously used these to propel itself around. Emma almost screamed, but held it back and bit her lip, trying desperately not to make a sound. Clarissa on the other hand was writhing with agony, begging the creature to stop.

“Oh please PLEASE PLEAS WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PLEASEPLEASE OH OH AHAHEHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHAHA OHOHOHNOOOONONONAHAHAAHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAHEHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHH….”

Emma whimpered quietly to herself, watching the creature. It seemed to be pulling at itself internally, and slowly, it began to pull itself apart, becoming two separate creatures. The new, second creature began to slither across the floor on its tentacles getting closer to Emma’s feet again. Perhaps it was because this thing was alive, Emma didn’t know, but she was even more ticklish than she had been. The creature covered her feet in its tentacles which she soon discovered had small round suckers all over them. It was obvious to Emma that this creature was pretty much like a dog or other animal. It wasn’t hugely intelligent and was doing what it was trained to do with ruthless efficiency.

The creature had a sucker on each one of Emma’s toes, pulling them up so it had access to her entire sole. Emma could hardly move her feet, but at least the creature’s flesh was soft, not hard like the metallic one’s was. Her feet were covered in red marks from where that had held on too tightly. The alien wiggled its tentacles over her feet gently leaving a trail of slime in its wake. She could hear it sucking at her feet gently, tickling her even more, she felt as if; if she didn’t laugh she would explode.

“Ha-ha…haha…Please PLEASE NO..PLEASE HAHAHEHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHH OOOOHOHOHO HAHAHHEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHEHEHA OH OH PLEASE NO MORE NO MORE AHAHAHAH NONONOOOO AHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHA…”

The creature slowly continued to tickle her feet, allowing its smooth tentacles all the way up her body, tickling her ribs hard and making her squirm all over, shivers running down her spine. Emma was close to passing out, the room around her was beginning to look hazy and weird, she reluctantly closed her eyes, allowing herself to fade away, but as she took one last look over to the glass trying to yell out, she was sure she saw a familiar face smiling back at her. Emma had gone….

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“Hey”

“Hey, wake up, wake up…”

Emma opened her eyes quickly, feeling warmth all around her. She was tucked up in her bed. She took a deep breath and a single tear ran down her soft cheek.

“What’s wrong? You were thrashing around in your sleep, it looked like you were having some terrible nightmare…”

Emma rolled over and tucked her head into her boyfriend’s chest, sobbing and holding him.

“I had this awful dream”

She sobbed.

“These monsters, aliens….space, I don’t know, it was just horrible….”

“It’s ok now, you’re with me….lets go to sleep….”

Emma watched him roll over to turn the light back off before holding her again. What she didn’t see was the grin on his face as he looked out of their sky light window at the stars above, watching one brightly ignite before speeding off over the house. He grinned. They would be back.