This Is My First Ever Post!

Hi I'm brand new to the TMF and I would like your opinions on the story which I have posted. I just finished writing it...!

Good work - keep it up !!

Thanks so much for contributing, Collector. I look forward to more of your work.

Welcome to the forum. Congratulations on your first post. It was difficult for me to read the story with it being an attachment but, from what I can tell, looks like a very good beginning.

the text was far too big for my screen and i find it too difficult to constantly scrolll back and forth to read each sentence. any possibility of posting the story here?

isabeau

Thumbs up!

Hard to read but worth the wait.

I hope he doesn't care if I post it:

Her agony was indescribable.

For hours she had been completely immobilised and forced to endure the most inhuman torments a sensitive young woman such as herself could possibly bare.

She had been chloroformed and stripped totally naked prior to her immobilisation. In her unconscious state she was easily taken from the reception area of the Hazy Cloud Hotel down into the first area of the basement.

She was placed carefully atop a padded bench, roughly 4 feet in length, her arms secured with thick silky bindings by her sides as i she were standing "to attention". These same silk bindings had also been used to tie her tummy securely to the bench restricting her ability to bounce up and down in agony. Her thighs were spread almost in a split fashion and were also tied with silk bindings which comfortably restrained her knees to the two bottom corners of the bench. The bench was hinged just past its midpoint so the victims restrained legs could be angled upwards at roughly 45 degrees. Her ankles were directed into an ominous looking device which resembled an elevated set of stocks. These stocks had been thoroughly modernised however, were made of solid steel and staked into the floor of the basement and concreted heavily. The position of the stocks forced the victim to bend his/her knees inwards as they lay on their backs, due to the fact that the stocks were set directly between the legs. In all, she was thoroughly immobilised and completely unable to escape.

The victim of this bench was unable to view his/her feet. The stocks, rather than being a traditional plank-across-plank locking device, were made in the form of a metal ball and actually contained the victims feet. The torturer is able to open the unviewed side of this ball whenever he/she pleases, exposing the restrained feet to the warm air of the basement. This made it simple to add some extra restraints to the feet, for example toe rings to render the feet completely helpless, or hooks which could be screwed into the stocks on either side of the toes where toys such as vibrating feathers could be attached and used to torture the victim into insanity and beyond.

Of course, the torturer was able to open the ball and "play" with the feet at anytime during a session, though this was usually needless as the ball had been pre-programmed to bring about completely unbearable sensations across the entire skin surface of the feet. This included the ankles, tops and bottoms of feet and the entire toe region. Using ultrasonic vibrations, alongside any additions the torturer may deem neccessary, the ball would send any victim into near instant ticklish agony.

These sensations were not limited to tickling however, they also included the likes of burning and freezing, whipping, "pins and needles" and itching. All of these sensations, including the aforementioned tickling, could be programmed in much the same way as many types of gym equipment, for example the treadmill, are. The torturer can set various intensity levels and time durations for which the chosen intensity is to be kept up, along with the chosen heart-rate of the victim (measured by the intelligent meter inside the balls circuitry, which calculated the heartbeat per minute rate of the victim from pulses within the blood vessels near the ankles) which should not be breached i.e. the torturer may want to keep the victims heart below 190 so he/she is at no real risk of heart failure. Then again, the torturer may also wish that the heart rate stay at 190 to quickly fatigue the victim, inducing the much desired (at least from the torturers point of view!) state of panic and complete mindlessness. There were also various interval programmes, which enabled the ball to mimic the sensations of a single fluffy feather sweeping along the feet, up to an intensity that to an extent mimicked the sensations felt when a revolving brush was easing its way across a tightly restrained, oiled sole.

But back to our lady...

She stood at 5'7" tall, had a thick mane of firey crimson hair and deep blue eyes which complimented each other perfectly. To top it off, she had a milky white complexion, and completely unblemished skin literally from head to toe. She wasn't a gym-goer, though had a relatively tight body, not too skinny and not overweight. Her measurements recorded 36-28-38 and she weighed approximately 135 lbs.

Unable to see through the leather mask that covered her eyes, she could only hear, smell and feel. The latter sense at this moment in time was being completely overwhelmed. The air in the basement was warm and humid, and the only sounds which she was able to make out was a slight humming, coupled with the screams which echoed through her head as the sound bounced from her very well fitted ball-gag back into her skull.

Her head thrashed from side to side as it was the only part of her body that could move effectively and, needing something to at least try and help her cope with the ongoing torture, she willingly thrashed it all around and banged her head into the pillow on which it rested over and over. Tears could be seen running from underneath the mask down her aching cheeks.

Though her body remained still, one could clearly see her muscles straining at their limits, particularly in her thighs and calves. She had always had strong legs, but they were absolutely useless in her current situation. Her abs too, normally not very defined, had been worked so ferociously over the last couple of hours that they had begun to ache like crazy and had even achieved a little definition. Her shoulders fought to raise her arms up and thus break through her bindings, but it was no use.

She wept from the terrible cocktail of emotions her mind now was racked with, frustration at being so defensless and vulnerable, fear from being tortured so horribly and for so long with no apparent reason, and paranoia from being blinded by this mask which clung to her eyes leaving her unable to take in her surroundings.

Of course, as her torturers could well see, her surroundings were surprisingly comfortable, wonderfully juxtaposed with the terrors of the torture contraption set in the exact middle of it. It was a rather large cell, maybe 14 feet by 20, the walls of which were padded with white leather-covered foam. The carpet was thick and shaggy, and was a mixture of blue, black and brown in colour. The room had no windows what with being an underground basement, but had a single door with a single porthole-style opening in it through which you could see out from within but not vice versa.

She would have given absolutely anything to make the tickling stop. Anything. But it would not. Her feet were assaulted by some unknown aggresor and she was powerless to stop it. The sensations she were feeling felt like tongues sliding along the smooth soles of her feet, though the way in which they moved suggested that they were not human tongues, which frightened her even more. They licked, licked, licked and licked some more. Never ceasing, and never keeping up the same pattern of movement for more than a minute. The ball all the while calculated which piece of skin should be tickled next in order to maximise the agony of the victim.

Suddenly, she felt incredibly flushed as her heart rate skyrocketed. Little did she know that in fact it was the work of her torturers who had requested her heart rate to stay between 160 and 180, no more, no less. This had our lady sweating profusely after a further 5 minutes, the sweat between her toes began to itch and increased her torment. To achieve this level of intensity, the ball required some outside, human help. The torturers were the ones responsible for refilling the oil in the machine, that is to say, baby oil.

Our lady's feet were drenched in the stuff and mercilessly tickle-tortured for a further hour. All the while she grew more and more angry, frustrated and desperate. Her bladder had been relieved now 3 times and she was desperately trying not to let it happen a 4th time. Though she could not help but squeeze it out as the insane tickling forced her abs to contract and thus squeeze all of her juices from her tortured body. She was really starting to panic now as she felt the most horrible dehydration of her life.

Now... Our ball is an intelligent machine. It is also able to track the victims vital statistics and is able to simulate an IV drip effect throughout the victims body by injecting secret solutions through the veins near the victims ankles. This does nothing much to ease the dryish feeling in the throat of the victim, but does keep him/her alive for a significantly longer period of time.

Vibrating bristles, that was the only way to describe the feelings between her toes which was now nearly killing her.She had lost all sense of time, her surroundings, and could only think of the tickling her feet had endured for the past 4 hours or so. She could see nothing, her torturers could see a beautiful naked form glistening with a thick layer of sweat, obviously in desperate need of release from its current situation. Of course, her observers felt no pity or remorse for her, only arousal.

The ball had kept her from passing out 15 times according to the meter on the torturers'-side, 5 more to go and she would be relieved, for now.

With only an hour maybe before she would be released, one torturer decided to make things a little more interesting for both the victim and the torturers...

She (yes, the best type of torturer, a female!) attached a rubber tube to the victim's-side of the ball and stretched it downwards and between the victims legs. She puckered the rubber suction lips on this tube and eased it onto the victims slightly engorged clitoris, which provoked renewed enthusiasm in her squealing.

With the tube firmly attached to the victims clit, the torturer activated the suction device on the ball, enabling the ball to efficiently suck on the lady's clit. It was sucked easily into the tube and now protruded from her body by an inch at least, an entire inch of the most sensitive skin on her body encased in an oily tube and being lovingly sucked on by this machine was more than she could stand.

She came hard, completely overwhelmed from the suckling and the tickling, which had not eased in the slightest. Her feet somehow felt even more sensitive and the meter now read "16". It would not be long at all before "20" was flashing in red type.

Her clit had grown to an inch and a half when the tube began to buzz and vibrate as well as suckle. Not being able to move her hips even a millimetre proved incredibly awful for her as she felt that her clit was going to be sucked completely from her body at times. The tickling stopped!

Enormous relief swept through her body as she now focused on the tube and how it pleasured her with ease. It eased the orgasms from her and played her like an instrument for a further hour before it began to feel less like pleasure and more like a hideous burning/raw sensation. The meter read "18" now, her torturers stimated she had half an hour left in her.

The suckling was now causing her agony. She fought to close her legs and end this nightmare once and for all, but once again her efforts proved futile. Her entire groin area had become flushed with a deep red colour, almost matching that of her hair and her sex burned with pain to such an extent that its intensity rivalled that of the previous foot tickling. She squealed and begged into her gag. Screamed and shouted for release. She had no idea how much more of this she was going to be forced through, and she began to panic again.

Moments before "20" was due to flash upon the screen of the ball, the tube snapped off her body with a loud 'pop' and a jet of ice cold water showered her huge clit which now stood at two and a half inches. The sensation of freezing sent her over the edge and it took her completely off guard, sending her score on the meter to "21"! The ball shuts off at 20 however, and the continued stream of icy water easily forced her into unconsciousness.

Her torturers released her feet, covered in a blend of oil and sweat and placed them on the floor before untying her from the bench. The bench now displayed a perfect imprint of her body, including the urine stain which sat just below the area in which you could make out her butt crack.

Having been released from the hellish contraption, she was taken to her quarters deep within the hotel and prepared for her next day of torment. She was bathed and towel-dried, then laid upon her bed where she would remain for the next 12 hours, the time it takes the sleeping serum, injected into her feet moments before release from the ball, to wear off completely.



The Hazy Cloud was a beautiful 14-storey building set deep within the english countryside with the nearest civilisation around 75 miles away. Guests are few and far between as the hotel has no formal advertising, usually the patrons are just passing through on their way to some other destination, only a select few actually make it there though. Of the 14-storeys, only 1 is visible from above ground meaning in total there are 13 basement levels each with their own secrets. Our lady was one of the luck ones as she has a decent chance of release, but what do the remaining 12 levels mean for the individual unlucky enough to find his/herself trapped there...?

Maybe one day the truth shall be set free...


(By the way, The Collector is one of my favorite books ever.)

thanks Tickleorange for posting the story.

fantastic utterly deviant, cruel, evil, sadistic, and so very creative. great beginning. the descriptions were vivid her torment obvious. very original. loved it!

isabeau

Thankyou!

Thanks for all of your posts guys and TickledOrange thankyou for posting the story into this thread I would have done it sooner but only just got round to viewing this again!