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THE ROOM
By Morandilas
The room was located in the slum district of a major metropolitan city in Europe. The building it occupied was cleverly disguised as a burnt out shell in an abandoned section of the slum area. The entrance to the basement where the room was located was well hidden. The basement itself contain not only the room but also living quarters and the base of operations for the Collective.
The room's dimensions were 12x12, the walls were sound proofed and padded. A single padded table was in the center of the room. A voluptuous young woman occupied the table. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties with long strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She was held to the table by a variety of leather straps that held her in place at the wrists, elbows, waist, knees, and just above the ankles. Her arms were held above her head with her wrists tied together and then strapped down. Her ankles were locked into place about a foot apart by a set of padded metal stocks at the end of the table.
A wide cloth gag kept her silent and another covered her eyes. The young woman trembled with fear and screamed into her gag in terror single overhead light hung above the table and provided a bright circle of light illuminating the table and it's captive.
Two figures stood next to the table. A tall shapely woman with fire engine red hair, she was wrapped from head to toe in green medical garb, her hands were bare and sported long red nails.
The other figure was a short bald oriental man in his mid-fifties. He wore only a pair of black leather briefs and sandles. The rest of his body was bare, hairless and
covered with tattoos.
A small cart stood next to the foot of the table. The tall woman removed a cloth from its top and revealed a tray of assorted implements. Tools of her trade. She examined them briefly and selected a single stiff black feather. The tall woman looked at a watch she was wearing and noted the time.
" Tuesday October 5th, 1600hrs, let the examination begin." The tall woman said.
The tall woman stepped to the foot of the table and began to run the feather 's tip along the flawless white sole of her captives left foot. The captive became silent and she tried to jerk her foot and curl her toes. The feather continued along it's tortuous path and began to dip between the wiggling toes. the later procedure illicit hysterical muffled laughter from the captive and also desperate efforts to pull her foot free.
The tormentor withdrew the feather and glanced at the oriental man who proceeded to take a tiny brush dip it in a jar of red ink .Then he took a firm grasp of the captives toes with his free hand and began to draw tiny oriental characters on the captives foot denoting highly sensitive areas with his other. These notations appeared to tickle the woman as badly as the feather as she was screaming for mercy into her gag as they were applied.
This slow and meticulous process was repeated across the captives entire body and took over three hours to complete. The captive was a sobbing and hysterical mess at it's completion and had emptied her bladder twice during the process. The captive was now covered head to toe with small notations of her most ticklish areas The two tormentors exited the room and left the captive with her thoughts.
The captive lay motionless on the table trying to recover from her ordeal. Her mind raced at her predicament. She was helpless and being tickle tortured for no obvious reason. She was terribly ticklish and hated to be tickled with a passion. She had no idea where she was or how she came to be there.
The door to the room opened once again and this time three young oriental girls in their late teens entered. They all were very beautiful and were completely nude. Their bodies were covered with the same notations as the captive and they all had long red nails.
The women took positions around the captive. One at the head of the table, another at the foot, and the last climbed onto the table and straddled the captives hips.
"Begin" A speaker boomed.
The girl at the foot of the table began to furiously tickled the captives tender feet making her scream with hilarity into her gag. her feet were so ticklish it was pure torture for her.
After about ten minutes of this torture the girl at the foot of the table stopped her tickle torture of the captive's bare feet.
"Remove her gag!" The speaker boomed again..
The girl at the head of the table quickly responded and removed the captives gag.
"Please no more! Please oh god you have to stop this! I can't stand it! Please stop!" The captive screamed.
"Begin" The speaker boomed
"Noooooooo!'" Screamed the captive.
The girl straddling the captive began to dig her hands into the captive's sides causing the captive's pleas to dissolve into hysterical laughter. The tormentor tickled the captive's sides, ribs, belly, and hips relentlessly for the next ten minutes and then stopped.
The captive laid gasping for air and giggling. She would have done anything to make the torture stop.But nothing except her hysteria would please her tormentors more.
"Begin" The speaker boomed again.
The girl at the head of the table began to tickle the hollows of the captives armpits. Her screams were ear splitting she was going mad her armpits was her weakest spot. She was begging for mercy when she could, but none was ever given. She was tickled for yet another ten minutes.
The captive had tears streaming down her cheeks by the time the tickling stopped and she was even too weak to bother pleading for mercy. Ten minutes passed before the terrible speaker boomed again and this time all three girls began to tickle her at once.
The captive begged, struggled, screamed, laughed, giggled, and cried but the tickling continued unabated. She was tickled completely without mercy until she passed out which took another 30 minutes.
" Most excellent" The speaker boomed.
"Send for the Tattoo artist. I want those notations made permanent. She has been sold and will be shipping tomorrow. Good work you all will have one day respite from tickling this week, congratulations." The speaker boomed.
The End
By Morandilas
The room was located in the slum district of a major metropolitan city in Europe. The building it occupied was cleverly disguised as a burnt out shell in an abandoned section of the slum area. The entrance to the basement where the room was located was well hidden. The basement itself contain not only the room but also living quarters and the base of operations for the Collective.
The room's dimensions were 12x12, the walls were sound proofed and padded. A single padded table was in the center of the room. A voluptuous young woman occupied the table. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties with long strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She was held to the table by a variety of leather straps that held her in place at the wrists, elbows, waist, knees, and just above the ankles. Her arms were held above her head with her wrists tied together and then strapped down. Her ankles were locked into place about a foot apart by a set of padded metal stocks at the end of the table.
A wide cloth gag kept her silent and another covered her eyes. The young woman trembled with fear and screamed into her gag in terror single overhead light hung above the table and provided a bright circle of light illuminating the table and it's captive.
Two figures stood next to the table. A tall shapely woman with fire engine red hair, she was wrapped from head to toe in green medical garb, her hands were bare and sported long red nails.
The other figure was a short bald oriental man in his mid-fifties. He wore only a pair of black leather briefs and sandles. The rest of his body was bare, hairless and
covered with tattoos.
A small cart stood next to the foot of the table. The tall woman removed a cloth from its top and revealed a tray of assorted implements. Tools of her trade. She examined them briefly and selected a single stiff black feather. The tall woman looked at a watch she was wearing and noted the time.
" Tuesday October 5th, 1600hrs, let the examination begin." The tall woman said.
The tall woman stepped to the foot of the table and began to run the feather 's tip along the flawless white sole of her captives left foot. The captive became silent and she tried to jerk her foot and curl her toes. The feather continued along it's tortuous path and began to dip between the wiggling toes. the later procedure illicit hysterical muffled laughter from the captive and also desperate efforts to pull her foot free.
The tormentor withdrew the feather and glanced at the oriental man who proceeded to take a tiny brush dip it in a jar of red ink .Then he took a firm grasp of the captives toes with his free hand and began to draw tiny oriental characters on the captives foot denoting highly sensitive areas with his other. These notations appeared to tickle the woman as badly as the feather as she was screaming for mercy into her gag as they were applied.
This slow and meticulous process was repeated across the captives entire body and took over three hours to complete. The captive was a sobbing and hysterical mess at it's completion and had emptied her bladder twice during the process. The captive was now covered head to toe with small notations of her most ticklish areas The two tormentors exited the room and left the captive with her thoughts.
The captive lay motionless on the table trying to recover from her ordeal. Her mind raced at her predicament. She was helpless and being tickle tortured for no obvious reason. She was terribly ticklish and hated to be tickled with a passion. She had no idea where she was or how she came to be there.
The door to the room opened once again and this time three young oriental girls in their late teens entered. They all were very beautiful and were completely nude. Their bodies were covered with the same notations as the captive and they all had long red nails.
The women took positions around the captive. One at the head of the table, another at the foot, and the last climbed onto the table and straddled the captives hips.
"Begin" A speaker boomed.
The girl at the foot of the table began to furiously tickled the captives tender feet making her scream with hilarity into her gag. her feet were so ticklish it was pure torture for her.
After about ten minutes of this torture the girl at the foot of the table stopped her tickle torture of the captive's bare feet.
"Remove her gag!" The speaker boomed again..
The girl at the head of the table quickly responded and removed the captives gag.
"Please no more! Please oh god you have to stop this! I can't stand it! Please stop!" The captive screamed.
"Begin" The speaker boomed
"Noooooooo!'" Screamed the captive.
The girl straddling the captive began to dig her hands into the captive's sides causing the captive's pleas to dissolve into hysterical laughter. The tormentor tickled the captive's sides, ribs, belly, and hips relentlessly for the next ten minutes and then stopped.
The captive laid gasping for air and giggling. She would have done anything to make the torture stop.But nothing except her hysteria would please her tormentors more.
"Begin" The speaker boomed again.
The girl at the head of the table began to tickle the hollows of the captives armpits. Her screams were ear splitting she was going mad her armpits was her weakest spot. She was begging for mercy when she could, but none was ever given. She was tickled for yet another ten minutes.
The captive had tears streaming down her cheeks by the time the tickling stopped and she was even too weak to bother pleading for mercy. Ten minutes passed before the terrible speaker boomed again and this time all three girls began to tickle her at once.
The captive begged, struggled, screamed, laughed, giggled, and cried but the tickling continued unabated. She was tickled completely without mercy until she passed out which took another 30 minutes.
" Most excellent" The speaker boomed.
"Send for the Tattoo artist. I want those notations made permanent. She has been sold and will be shipping tomorrow. Good work you all will have one day respite from tickling this week, congratulations." The speaker boomed.
The End
