TKL_M28_LI_NY
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Jennifer went to a foreign jurisdiction to visit a "specialty facility." She described exactly what is was that she wanted, and gave free reign in some areas.
"Are you SURE you want to do this, miss?"
"Yes."
"And you want no safe-words?"
"None."
"Ok, but once you go through that door, there's no turning back. They've already received their instructions and they WILL follow them. Also, we were able to fulfill your request, none of them speak a single word of English. (To an attendant: Begin video taping NOW). Again, are you SURE?"
"I am."
"Ok, they're ready."
She walked through the door, and was met by six other girls. They immediately began removing her clothing. She began to get nervous, she'd never gone THIS intense before.
They sprayed shaving cream on her pussy, and with a straight razor they shaved her clean.
Next she was led to a bed, made to lay faced down, and was bound wrist and ankle with straps. One girl picked up a clip-board and called something out. A pad was placed on one forearm to measure Galvanic Skin Response, a pulse monitor was attached, and an blood-oxygen monitor placed on one finger and taped in place. She thought they were just monitoring to make sure she would stay conscious, so they could slow down. They were really finding places that were still ticklish, but wouldn't make her laugh. Had she been able to see the dials, she might have figured that out.
They glanced at her, and the girl with the clipboard called out something else. The girls gathered around her and began stroking her neck. They used fingertips, fingernails, feathers, stiff brushes etc. She didn't laugh or squirm but the displays showed some changes, and it DID tickle a tiny bit. They began talking to the girl - apparently telling her what points on the neck were most vulnerable and what tools worked best.
They did the same thing to the forearms, not much there, then the bicep area, again not much.
Then of course came the armpits - only one side was touched. They circled the outside and the monitors immediately showed changes, Jennifer reacted soon after. Laughing and struggling, some of the girls tightened adjusted her bonds so that she was stretched a little more taut, and to of her "stimulators" sat on her.
Her armpits were her worst spot - anything worked, feathers, fingers, a toothbrust, even at the edges! Then it suddenly all stopped.
Then the girls began stroking her back. Nothing. Then they began poking her on her back, but between ribs, she'd only gasp or twitch but they took notice.
Then they stroked the ribs on her sides. This elicited little giggles. Poking the ribs changed giggles to laughter, but pushing their fingers in between the ribs and wiggling them yielded full-out panic.
Then they brushed her sides between her waiste and ribs, she didn't move or make a sound, but the devices betrayed her, and her torturers noticed.
Next they stroked and feathered her ass. The lightest touches over her curves made the dials move. They released her feet, and both opened her legs and brough them to her chest. Then, feathering her asshole, they could clearly see it contract and twitch.
Then, they made her lay flat again, and secured her ankles, this time with her legs wide open. Her hamstrings registered on the dials, but there were no other signs. The back of her knee made the dials move, but no laughter came out. They focused on her knee pit for longer than the other areas. Then one girl said something, climbed on top of her, and began grazing her knee-pit with her teeth - Jennifer couldn't fight it any longer and the laughter burst out of her. Some of the girls laughed too, this girl couldn't hide anything from THEM!
The calves were next, nothing much there.
Then, of course, came the feet!
Shrieks and screams came, as more and more of the girls sat on her legs, and tried to hold just one of her feet in place, as feathers, quills, q-tips, several brushes, pens, loofas, fingernails, and other objects caressed, scratched, and tickled!
Then the same thing was done between each toe, with similar results.
Then, just as fast as it had begun, it stopped. The restraints came off her ankles, and Jennifer thought that while it had been pleasant, it was far too little for what she paid. Then she realized, as they were turning her over and resecuring her ankles that it was only time to work on the other side!
Her nipples weren't all that hard, but they became slightly harder when her nipples WEREN'T stimulated along with the rest of her breasts.
She ribs were carefully explored and recorded again, laughing the whole time. This time a scream coming before the laughter. Jennifer was really enjoying this!
The belly was stimulated, she gasped and twitched a few times, and let a few giggles escape, but no laughter. The girls discussed amongst themselves, and then two came forward and both worked on the belly. A few more giggles escaped. They discussed again, and then four girls came forward and used their nails. She giggled and then finally laughed. They stopped and uttered something of an approval that NOW WE GOT IT.
Jennifer was preparing herself for her legs and knees to be attacked when a raspberry forced a surprised laugh out of her, here eyes wide, totally unprepared for that.
Then they poked her belly here and there and a few giggles came out. The girls mermered something, and Jennifer thought it was over.
Then a q-tip began tickling the inside of her belly-button! She scruntched her eyes closed and yelled "Wai-h-h-hait a mi-hi-hi-hinit! Belly-buttons aren't ticklihihihish!"
Then she cautiously prepared to have her legs kneeded when a feather began stroking her exposed pussy. It didn't really tickle...did it? It felt good though. It tickled a little more when the feathers touched where her legs and pussy met, and twitched when a single fingernail stroked her there.
She was fascinated by the maybe-tickling sensation her pussy had just felt, and began laughing as her legs were finally kneeded. The legs were also stroked, but not much came of that.
Then her knee joints were kneeded also, a few giggles came out. Then the shin area.
The tops of her feet were touched, it made the dials move just a tiny bit, so they wrote it down.
Then for good measure, they tickled her feet some more - they did enjoy their work after all.
Then she was released. The girls began walking her to yet another door. Jennifer didn't understand.
"Hey, that was nice, but this is not enough. It's only been about half an hour."
Her receptionist had been watching in a control room above, and came over the PA system.
"No Jennifer, that was just the testing phase..."
Jennifer walked into the next room and saw twenty-five more girls rise from the floor. In the center of the room was a very large frightening contraption... It had a large flat back with several pipes protruding from it. On the end of the pipes were cloth restraints. On the floor were two platforms with several tiny clamps on each, and two larger ones, which must be meant for her feet, but how can they tickle her feet if her soles are against the platforms! From the looks of the giant machine, it was meant to hold her upright, and there were so many points of restraint. Her mouth dropped open even more, here eyes wide, and her nipples hardened as she realized that never in her wildest dreams had she envisioned what was about to happen to her.
"You see Jennifer, NOW we will begin." Jennifer began subconsciously taking steps backwards. "And you may not decline, as that was part of your request."
TO BE CONTINUED.
[email protected]
"Are you SURE you want to do this, miss?"
"Yes."
"And you want no safe-words?"
"None."
"Ok, but once you go through that door, there's no turning back. They've already received their instructions and they WILL follow them. Also, we were able to fulfill your request, none of them speak a single word of English. (To an attendant: Begin video taping NOW). Again, are you SURE?"
"I am."
"Ok, they're ready."
She walked through the door, and was met by six other girls. They immediately began removing her clothing. She began to get nervous, she'd never gone THIS intense before.
They sprayed shaving cream on her pussy, and with a straight razor they shaved her clean.
Next she was led to a bed, made to lay faced down, and was bound wrist and ankle with straps. One girl picked up a clip-board and called something out. A pad was placed on one forearm to measure Galvanic Skin Response, a pulse monitor was attached, and an blood-oxygen monitor placed on one finger and taped in place. She thought they were just monitoring to make sure she would stay conscious, so they could slow down. They were really finding places that were still ticklish, but wouldn't make her laugh. Had she been able to see the dials, she might have figured that out.
They glanced at her, and the girl with the clipboard called out something else. The girls gathered around her and began stroking her neck. They used fingertips, fingernails, feathers, stiff brushes etc. She didn't laugh or squirm but the displays showed some changes, and it DID tickle a tiny bit. They began talking to the girl - apparently telling her what points on the neck were most vulnerable and what tools worked best.
They did the same thing to the forearms, not much there, then the bicep area, again not much.
Then of course came the armpits - only one side was touched. They circled the outside and the monitors immediately showed changes, Jennifer reacted soon after. Laughing and struggling, some of the girls tightened adjusted her bonds so that she was stretched a little more taut, and to of her "stimulators" sat on her.
Her armpits were her worst spot - anything worked, feathers, fingers, a toothbrust, even at the edges! Then it suddenly all stopped.
Then the girls began stroking her back. Nothing. Then they began poking her on her back, but between ribs, she'd only gasp or twitch but they took notice.
Then they stroked the ribs on her sides. This elicited little giggles. Poking the ribs changed giggles to laughter, but pushing their fingers in between the ribs and wiggling them yielded full-out panic.
Then they brushed her sides between her waiste and ribs, she didn't move or make a sound, but the devices betrayed her, and her torturers noticed.
Next they stroked and feathered her ass. The lightest touches over her curves made the dials move. They released her feet, and both opened her legs and brough them to her chest. Then, feathering her asshole, they could clearly see it contract and twitch.
Then, they made her lay flat again, and secured her ankles, this time with her legs wide open. Her hamstrings registered on the dials, but there were no other signs. The back of her knee made the dials move, but no laughter came out. They focused on her knee pit for longer than the other areas. Then one girl said something, climbed on top of her, and began grazing her knee-pit with her teeth - Jennifer couldn't fight it any longer and the laughter burst out of her. Some of the girls laughed too, this girl couldn't hide anything from THEM!
The calves were next, nothing much there.
Then, of course, came the feet!
Shrieks and screams came, as more and more of the girls sat on her legs, and tried to hold just one of her feet in place, as feathers, quills, q-tips, several brushes, pens, loofas, fingernails, and other objects caressed, scratched, and tickled!
Then the same thing was done between each toe, with similar results.
Then, just as fast as it had begun, it stopped. The restraints came off her ankles, and Jennifer thought that while it had been pleasant, it was far too little for what she paid. Then she realized, as they were turning her over and resecuring her ankles that it was only time to work on the other side!
Her nipples weren't all that hard, but they became slightly harder when her nipples WEREN'T stimulated along with the rest of her breasts.
She ribs were carefully explored and recorded again, laughing the whole time. This time a scream coming before the laughter. Jennifer was really enjoying this!
The belly was stimulated, she gasped and twitched a few times, and let a few giggles escape, but no laughter. The girls discussed amongst themselves, and then two came forward and both worked on the belly. A few more giggles escaped. They discussed again, and then four girls came forward and used their nails. She giggled and then finally laughed. They stopped and uttered something of an approval that NOW WE GOT IT.
Jennifer was preparing herself for her legs and knees to be attacked when a raspberry forced a surprised laugh out of her, here eyes wide, totally unprepared for that.
Then they poked her belly here and there and a few giggles came out. The girls mermered something, and Jennifer thought it was over.
Then a q-tip began tickling the inside of her belly-button! She scruntched her eyes closed and yelled "Wai-h-h-hait a mi-hi-hi-hinit! Belly-buttons aren't ticklihihihish!"
Then she cautiously prepared to have her legs kneeded when a feather began stroking her exposed pussy. It didn't really tickle...did it? It felt good though. It tickled a little more when the feathers touched where her legs and pussy met, and twitched when a single fingernail stroked her there.
She was fascinated by the maybe-tickling sensation her pussy had just felt, and began laughing as her legs were finally kneeded. The legs were also stroked, but not much came of that.
Then her knee joints were kneeded also, a few giggles came out. Then the shin area.
The tops of her feet were touched, it made the dials move just a tiny bit, so they wrote it down.
Then for good measure, they tickled her feet some more - they did enjoy their work after all.
Then she was released. The girls began walking her to yet another door. Jennifer didn't understand.
"Hey, that was nice, but this is not enough. It's only been about half an hour."
Her receptionist had been watching in a control room above, and came over the PA system.
"No Jennifer, that was just the testing phase..."
Jennifer walked into the next room and saw twenty-five more girls rise from the floor. In the center of the room was a very large frightening contraption... It had a large flat back with several pipes protruding from it. On the end of the pipes were cloth restraints. On the floor were two platforms with several tiny clamps on each, and two larger ones, which must be meant for her feet, but how can they tickle her feet if her soles are against the platforms! From the looks of the giant machine, it was meant to hold her upright, and there were so many points of restraint. Her mouth dropped open even more, here eyes wide, and her nipples hardened as she realized that never in her wildest dreams had she envisioned what was about to happen to her.
"You see Jennifer, NOW we will begin." Jennifer began subconsciously taking steps backwards. "And you may not decline, as that was part of your request."
TO BE CONTINUED.
[email protected]
I agree about this story...the next part will be worth waiting for!!
