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Don't worry - I'll be back to tickling, but I wanted a few of the other things taken care of yet give readers the options of skipping them. Enjoy.
PART ONE:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=67214
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(Jennifer, now faced with the most intense and thorough stimulation of her life was now shocked at the machine that would restrain her. She knew she would not be injured (although she might feel pain), but she was still a little frightened - she had found people more intense than herself.
She began backing away towards the door, but a girl took each arm and gently led her forward, while another pushed her from behind. All the girls looked very happy, not mean and malicious, but she knew that could change.)
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With her mouth dropped open in amazement, they led her to the machine. The cloth restraints at the end of the tentacle-like pipes were pulled open, and her limbs were put inside. Then, the cloth tightened snugly, seemingly by themselves. Standing up, her ankles, knees, waiste, forehead, elbows, and wrists were all now restrained. A blindfold was placed on her, and one of the girls closed her mouth for her.
She let out a quick squeek as the tentacles began moving her body. She was suspended mid-air spread-eagled, laying parallel to the floor. Her legs, were opened until the machine sensed some resistance. Then they began bending, with her legs still opened her knees came to her chest.
ARE THEY GOING TO SPANK ME?!
Her rectum was then massaged, it twitched under the expert hands, massaging it inside and out, something wet and thin was lubricating her. Then she heard the sound of paper tearing, then silence...
A sweeping sound...then brief discussion in that strange language, then another sound of paper ripping following by sweeping again. She was just about to wonder what was happening when her knees began to straighten again. She was spread-eagle again. Then her legs began to close.
WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING?!
Then, one leg, still straight was pulled slightly behind her while the other went forward and the knee came towards her chest.
THEY OBVIOUSLY WANT MY BUTT CHEEKS TOGETHER, BUT WHY? WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT?
Something came and gently pushed on the sides of her butt. And then her legs began a bicycling motion. She clenched her eyes shut under her blindfold and grit her teeth, instantly she knew what it was: itching powder.
(Itching powder is very real, sold at joke shops, it is basically very small splinters that will eventually dissolve, coated with an irritant. It doesn't hurt, but it itches more than ANYTHING. It requires friction to work, or maybe just sweat, but believe me - you will never itch like that from anything else. Several more times than poison-ivy, several more times than the worst itch I can think of, you would IMMEDIATELY try to scratch - it's impossible not to).
She strained against all the restraints, groaning and twitching, desperate to get away from it.
"IT ITCHEEEEES!"
"That's the point" came from the PA system.
She began shaking it itched so much. The machine bicycling her legs, working it in, she couldn't STAND IT! She couldn't take it at all, from the very first moment she had been begging and pleading, only to hear an occasional giggle from her the girls in charge of stimulating her.
After about five minutes, her legs were straightened, then opened and closed a few times to tease her, then held wide open. She still writhed as the splinters stuck drove her mad.
In the back of her mind, she did hear one of her torturers walk between her legs, and she did feel the large plastic cyringe (no needle) penetrate her anus. She registered the gel entering her slightly more, but she definitely felt the itching that began INSIDE her. Then, for good measure, they rubbed some in between her shoulder-blades on the off chance she had enough presence of mind to realize it was a spot she'd be unable to scratch if she ever DID get free.
Then she heard the girls saying something, sort of calling to her to get her attention, she decreased her whining to a few brief "uhs", which enabled her to her another one of them walk behind her and tear open another packet of itching powder and pour it into her crack.
She screamed out in frustration, and then really screamed when a third package was opened and thorougly massaged into every nook, cranny, and fold of her pussy.
She began grunting and straining as if desperately trying to lift a very heavy weight. The machine rubbing her insides together to drive her mad. Her whole life was reduced to the sensation of the most intense itching she ever felt. A bead of sweat formed on her forhead, not from her straining or being too hot, but from the intensity.
Her asshole and pussy were inflamed with itch, her only desire in life was to claw at them both with her nails, (which incidentally, does nothing but spread it).
She whined and groaned. "PleeeeeEEEEeeese! ...aaaaaaah! rrrrrrrrrrrr- uuuuuuuuhhhhhh-mmmmmmmmmrrrrrrr!"
After FIFTEEN minutes her knees came to her chest again, and her legs were opened like before, and she heard several sounds of paper tearing, then silence, then more tearing - that sound was the only thing she was aware of OTHER than the itching.
Then, she was wiped with a wet cloth, inside and out, the itch was still intense, but she was able to have some semblance of rational thought and be aware of other sensations...which would bring us to the NEXT part of her voluntary torture.
(PART 3: Spanking) TO BE CONTINUED
[email protected]
I hope you enjoyed it so far!
Dave
PART ONE:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=67214
------------------------------------------
(Jennifer, now faced with the most intense and thorough stimulation of her life was now shocked at the machine that would restrain her. She knew she would not be injured (although she might feel pain), but she was still a little frightened - she had found people more intense than herself.
She began backing away towards the door, but a girl took each arm and gently led her forward, while another pushed her from behind. All the girls looked very happy, not mean and malicious, but she knew that could change.)
--------------------------------------------
With her mouth dropped open in amazement, they led her to the machine. The cloth restraints at the end of the tentacle-like pipes were pulled open, and her limbs were put inside. Then, the cloth tightened snugly, seemingly by themselves. Standing up, her ankles, knees, waiste, forehead, elbows, and wrists were all now restrained. A blindfold was placed on her, and one of the girls closed her mouth for her.
She let out a quick squeek as the tentacles began moving her body. She was suspended mid-air spread-eagled, laying parallel to the floor. Her legs, were opened until the machine sensed some resistance. Then they began bending, with her legs still opened her knees came to her chest.
ARE THEY GOING TO SPANK ME?!
Her rectum was then massaged, it twitched under the expert hands, massaging it inside and out, something wet and thin was lubricating her. Then she heard the sound of paper tearing, then silence...
A sweeping sound...then brief discussion in that strange language, then another sound of paper ripping following by sweeping again. She was just about to wonder what was happening when her knees began to straighten again. She was spread-eagle again. Then her legs began to close.
WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING?!
Then, one leg, still straight was pulled slightly behind her while the other went forward and the knee came towards her chest.
THEY OBVIOUSLY WANT MY BUTT CHEEKS TOGETHER, BUT WHY? WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT?
Something came and gently pushed on the sides of her butt. And then her legs began a bicycling motion. She clenched her eyes shut under her blindfold and grit her teeth, instantly she knew what it was: itching powder.
(Itching powder is very real, sold at joke shops, it is basically very small splinters that will eventually dissolve, coated with an irritant. It doesn't hurt, but it itches more than ANYTHING. It requires friction to work, or maybe just sweat, but believe me - you will never itch like that from anything else. Several more times than poison-ivy, several more times than the worst itch I can think of, you would IMMEDIATELY try to scratch - it's impossible not to).
She strained against all the restraints, groaning and twitching, desperate to get away from it.
"IT ITCHEEEEES!"
"That's the point" came from the PA system.
She began shaking it itched so much. The machine bicycling her legs, working it in, she couldn't STAND IT! She couldn't take it at all, from the very first moment she had been begging and pleading, only to hear an occasional giggle from her the girls in charge of stimulating her.
After about five minutes, her legs were straightened, then opened and closed a few times to tease her, then held wide open. She still writhed as the splinters stuck drove her mad.
In the back of her mind, she did hear one of her torturers walk between her legs, and she did feel the large plastic cyringe (no needle) penetrate her anus. She registered the gel entering her slightly more, but she definitely felt the itching that began INSIDE her. Then, for good measure, they rubbed some in between her shoulder-blades on the off chance she had enough presence of mind to realize it was a spot she'd be unable to scratch if she ever DID get free.
Then she heard the girls saying something, sort of calling to her to get her attention, she decreased her whining to a few brief "uhs", which enabled her to her another one of them walk behind her and tear open another packet of itching powder and pour it into her crack.
She screamed out in frustration, and then really screamed when a third package was opened and thorougly massaged into every nook, cranny, and fold of her pussy.
She began grunting and straining as if desperately trying to lift a very heavy weight. The machine rubbing her insides together to drive her mad. Her whole life was reduced to the sensation of the most intense itching she ever felt. A bead of sweat formed on her forhead, not from her straining or being too hot, but from the intensity.
Her asshole and pussy were inflamed with itch, her only desire in life was to claw at them both with her nails, (which incidentally, does nothing but spread it).
She whined and groaned. "PleeeeeEEEEeeese! ...aaaaaaah! rrrrrrrrrrrr- uuuuuuuuhhhhhh-mmmmmmmmmrrrrrrr!"
After FIFTEEN minutes her knees came to her chest again, and her legs were opened like before, and she heard several sounds of paper tearing, then silence, then more tearing - that sound was the only thing she was aware of OTHER than the itching.
Then, she was wiped with a wet cloth, inside and out, the itch was still intense, but she was able to have some semblance of rational thought and be aware of other sensations...which would bring us to the NEXT part of her voluntary torture.
(PART 3: Spanking) TO BE CONTINUED
[email protected]
I hope you enjoyed it so far!
Dave
