The same young, 21 year old college student and cheerleader that was captured the day before finally awakens again. Her situation has changed quite a bit.
She feels clean, despite her bondage. She can tell she has been given a bath or shower, but is tied up tightly yet again, still in only her silk knee highs.
A heavy gague chain hangs from the ceiling. Her thin wrists and silk-covered ankles are bound tightly together with leather quad restraints. The chain in the ceiling is attatched to a ring in the cuffs, suspending her about waist high to me. The cuffs are thick and run halfway down her calves, as well as up to her elbows, to keep them from causing discomfort.
Secured around her waist is another thick leather strap, secured to her wrist and ankle cuffs by another chain. This supports the rest of her body weight and keeps her back from snapping backwards. She is in no more stressed a position than a stressed hogtie.
Her long, blond hair, kept in a tight bun during her previous excersice, is instead tied to a rope, which is tied to the chain holding her to the ceiling. This keeps her head pulled back and relatively still. She's still gagged and blindfolded.
Underneath her waist, another chain is attatched to a ring in the bottom of the strap. It's tightly attatched to a bolt in the floor. This pulls her taut between the ceiling and floor, keeping her from moving side to side.
Between her knees, a spreader bar keeps her legs spread wide, exposing her virgin crotch.
As she slowly comes out of her ticklegasm-induced fog, she tries to wiggle...and fails. She whimpers, wishing she would only be given one chance to escape.
Several long minutes later, she hears the door open. Footsteps. Those menacing, sadistic footsteps. Approaching her.
She squeals into her gag as she feels her captor's fingertips stroking along her silk covered soles. She wiggles her toes, a freedom she didn't have last time, in reaction to the touches. Her throat vibrates as she giggles madly into her gag, trying in vein to wriggle.
The touches only last a few moments, then she can hear her captor walking around behind her. She gasps at the feeling of his tongue between her legs slowly, gently sliding up and down along her virgin pussy lips. She gasps through her nostrils and her whole body tenses. In all her years, she never felt another tongue touch her there. She moans softly against the rubber ball.
A long several seconds pass, her torturer's tongue parting her pussy lips and stroking the entrance to her womanhood. Just as she begins to truly enjoy the attention, she squeals in surprise as she feels his fingertips on her thighs.
He strokes slowly, up and down her creamy, soft flesh, as his tongue continues to tease and tantalize her core. She can feel her moisture growing and collecting inside her vagina as she giggles softly at the light, teasing tickles on her legs. She tried to sway herself away from him, then tried to push her crotch against his face more...she had never felt anything like this before. She moans louder and louder against her gag as the sensations mount.
The ache of her scalp is cancelled by the sexual sensations coursing from her crotch and thighs, and she can feel his tongue now sliding over her moist, swollen clit. Her breath comes in heavy gasps as she feels her tummy coiling for an orgasm...
But the tongue stops. She whines in muffled protest as she feels his fingers starting to tickle her thighs more. He pinches and prods her thighs, illiciting higher and higher pitched squeals from beneath her gag. Her glistening, inviting womanhood is pink with arousal.
The man's fingertips glide over her womanhood, then to her tummy. She gasps, then giggles as he teases and strokes her belly. His fingertips swirl around her navel, and he wiggles them into it, making her tummy shake with unrestrained laughter.
Peals of muffled hysterics erupt as he pinches the flesh above her hipbones. She shakes and tries to move but can't as he tortures her waist just above and below the strap that holds her so steadily in place.
Long minutes pass, and the poor girl's lungs ache for breath as she squeals against her tormentor's administrations. His fingers glide up her sides, stroking, poking, prodding, and vibrating against her ribs. Her forhead is slightly sweaty, and her nipples are painfully stiff, pointing down at him.
Soon, he stands up in front of her. He looks at her gag, her blindfold, and her bondage. Hi decides to put the most devious part of his plan into action.
Leaning close against her ear, he whispers, his warm breath caressing her skin. I'm taking off your gag. If you scream, you will never get a rest from the tickle torture again. Is that understood?"
The helplessly bound girl whimpers a yes through her gag, and the belt behind her neck is unbuckled. She flexes her jaw, which is somewhat difficult considering her head is held back by her bound hair.
"Why...why are you doing this..." she weakly asks.
"Because I take what I want. I wanted you," he replies. "You will speak no more. If you want a break from your tickle torture, and a hot meal, you will do exactly as I say. Got that?"
She was hungry. She was tired. She agreed.
"Good girl. Now, you will suck on my cock, hard and fast, until I get off. You'll swallow my load and you will not let a single drop spill."
She gasped and tried to protest. How demeaning and disgusting was that?! As she opened her mouth to say, "No fucking way!", he pinched her stiff nipples...hard. He twisted them side to side, and she screamed out in sharp pain.
"OOOOW!!! OKAY, okay! I'll...I'll do it...." Behind her blindfold, a few tears welled in her eyes.
"You sure will," he said. "And if you bite...I swear to God, you'll wish you were lucky enough to be dead."
His words struck fear into her heart, and she whimpered. She heard him unzipper his pants, and soon, he shoved his rock hard erection into her mouth.
"Now do as you're told."
She closes her lips around her captor's surprisingly large erection. Never having done this before, she doesn't want to displease him and seem like a novice, so she sucks on his dick hard, stroking her tongue ferverently up and down it's length.
"That's it...good girl...keep it up...and do NOT stop."
She squeals onto his manhood as she feels his fingertips stroking her helplessly ticklish, silk covered soles. She giggles madly as she tries to keep her composure, breathing heavily through her nose as she licks around the head of his cock.
She can feel the veins thumping in excitement under the soft skin of her tormentor's dick as she sucks it hard. Her wet, warm tongue slides up and down underneath it, and she continues to squeal at her vocal chords, the light, but tortorous ticklish sensations at her soles driving her slowly mad. She can taste his precum as it leaks onto her tongue.
Her eyes are clenched shut behind her blindfold, and her mind is in turmoil. This is so emabarassing...but he hasn't really hurt her. The tickling is awful...but she's incredibly horny at the same time. She wants to beg him to stop....but she's not quite sure if she really wants him to.
She giggles and laughs louder as his fingertips scrape her arches and heels through her black silk stockings. He is sliding his cock deep into her mouth, and she takes advantage of this by using her tongue to stroke it's entire length. He moans in pleasure as he tickles her helpless soles.
The woman can feel her own moisture collecting, and soon, dripping, from her womanhood. Sucking this man's cock is very arousing...but she starts to find the helplessness and sensetivity even more so.
She moans against his throbbing cock in between giggles, and he moans back. His fingertips dig in underneath her toes, teasing and scratching at the sensetive, silken skin, and she squeals in perverse delight as she feels his cock begin to explode into her mouth. She sucks it dry, taking every single drop from his manhood and swallowing it hungrily.
His motions slow, and he finishes, sliding his cock from her mouth. He smiles, unbeknownst to her, at her great job of not losing any of his semen.
The woman licks her lips. She can't believe it herself. She was kidnapped, tortured, forced to orgasm, then tortured some more and forced to perform oral sex on a man she hasn't even seen yet. Yet, her pussy was so slick and wet that she would be happy to fuck his brains out, is she hadn't just finished sucking them out.
She bursts into laughter again as his fingertips resume their tickling on her silken soles. She laughs gleefully as her soles are teased and tickled, and she occasionally moans as well. Her pussy drips slowly onto the floor, her arousal juices uncontainable.
Soon, her torturer stops. He walks behind her again. She hears him kneel between her spread legs, and she moans in anticipation of what she knows will come next.
She grunts as his tongue dives deep into her glistening core. She pants heavily, the wet, warm tongue manipulating her pussy just the way she's learning to like it. She groans, moans, and giggles softly as he teases and tittilates her womanhood, still dripping ever so slowly to the floor.
Soon, his tongue finds her clit again, and strokes it up and down. She squeals, the sudden intense sensation firing through her tummy and coiling her abs.
Seconds later, her **** squirts into his mouth as she gasps and whimpers her way through her second orgasm of her kidnapping. Her pussy squeezes against itself and her thighs quiver as the wet tongue slithers up and down over her clit and her wet hole. Her silk covered toes curl in intense pleasure and she suddenly hangs limp from her bonds, though that doesn't mean she changes position.
Her captor licks her pussy a little longer, cleaning up her juices and teasing her a bit more. She gasps sofly, weak and foggy minded.
Soon, her captor takes out the spreader bra from between her knees. He unties her hair, and unbuckles her ankles. "You're going to stand straight up, and not move," he whispers into her ear.
She nods, too weak to say anything else. He guides her to a standing position, and on jelly knees, she wobbles on her silkened feet. She can feel the rug of the room under her soles.
He unties her wrists and orders her to put her arms at her sides. She does, and he unclasps her waist belt now too.
She could take off her blindfold, and make a break for it, or at least see who this man was, but she was still scared of the consequences of such actions.
He led her slowly across the room and sat her on a chair. He helped her move forward, against a table. "You will eat now. When you hear the door open, then close again, you will take off your blindfold and eat. The food is on the table in front of you. You have one hour, then you will put the blinfdold back on and sit there. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir." She instinctively called him sir...it seemed appropriate. He walked away and she heard the door open, then close.
She pulled off the blindfold, blinking against the brilliantly lit room. She batted her eyes and squinted.
The room was gorgeous. Even though there were no windows, the walls were covered in amazing paintings, and the oak table in front of her was well furnished. On it, a silver, covered tray.
She pulled it towards her, and took off the cover. On the platter, a hot meal. Mashed potatoes, green beans, and steak. A fork and knife were on the tray also.
She dug in hungrily. How grateful she was for a hot meal!
She would pay for it though.
She feels clean, despite her bondage. She can tell she has been given a bath or shower, but is tied up tightly yet again, still in only her silk knee highs.
A heavy gague chain hangs from the ceiling. Her thin wrists and silk-covered ankles are bound tightly together with leather quad restraints. The chain in the ceiling is attatched to a ring in the cuffs, suspending her about waist high to me. The cuffs are thick and run halfway down her calves, as well as up to her elbows, to keep them from causing discomfort.
Secured around her waist is another thick leather strap, secured to her wrist and ankle cuffs by another chain. This supports the rest of her body weight and keeps her back from snapping backwards. She is in no more stressed a position than a stressed hogtie.
Her long, blond hair, kept in a tight bun during her previous excersice, is instead tied to a rope, which is tied to the chain holding her to the ceiling. This keeps her head pulled back and relatively still. She's still gagged and blindfolded.
Underneath her waist, another chain is attatched to a ring in the bottom of the strap. It's tightly attatched to a bolt in the floor. This pulls her taut between the ceiling and floor, keeping her from moving side to side.
Between her knees, a spreader bar keeps her legs spread wide, exposing her virgin crotch.
As she slowly comes out of her ticklegasm-induced fog, she tries to wiggle...and fails. She whimpers, wishing she would only be given one chance to escape.
Several long minutes later, she hears the door open. Footsteps. Those menacing, sadistic footsteps. Approaching her.
She squeals into her gag as she feels her captor's fingertips stroking along her silk covered soles. She wiggles her toes, a freedom she didn't have last time, in reaction to the touches. Her throat vibrates as she giggles madly into her gag, trying in vein to wriggle.
The touches only last a few moments, then she can hear her captor walking around behind her. She gasps at the feeling of his tongue between her legs slowly, gently sliding up and down along her virgin pussy lips. She gasps through her nostrils and her whole body tenses. In all her years, she never felt another tongue touch her there. She moans softly against the rubber ball.
A long several seconds pass, her torturer's tongue parting her pussy lips and stroking the entrance to her womanhood. Just as she begins to truly enjoy the attention, she squeals in surprise as she feels his fingertips on her thighs.
He strokes slowly, up and down her creamy, soft flesh, as his tongue continues to tease and tantalize her core. She can feel her moisture growing and collecting inside her vagina as she giggles softly at the light, teasing tickles on her legs. She tried to sway herself away from him, then tried to push her crotch against his face more...she had never felt anything like this before. She moans louder and louder against her gag as the sensations mount.
The ache of her scalp is cancelled by the sexual sensations coursing from her crotch and thighs, and she can feel his tongue now sliding over her moist, swollen clit. Her breath comes in heavy gasps as she feels her tummy coiling for an orgasm...
But the tongue stops. She whines in muffled protest as she feels his fingers starting to tickle her thighs more. He pinches and prods her thighs, illiciting higher and higher pitched squeals from beneath her gag. Her glistening, inviting womanhood is pink with arousal.
The man's fingertips glide over her womanhood, then to her tummy. She gasps, then giggles as he teases and strokes her belly. His fingertips swirl around her navel, and he wiggles them into it, making her tummy shake with unrestrained laughter.
Peals of muffled hysterics erupt as he pinches the flesh above her hipbones. She shakes and tries to move but can't as he tortures her waist just above and below the strap that holds her so steadily in place.
Long minutes pass, and the poor girl's lungs ache for breath as she squeals against her tormentor's administrations. His fingers glide up her sides, stroking, poking, prodding, and vibrating against her ribs. Her forhead is slightly sweaty, and her nipples are painfully stiff, pointing down at him.
Soon, he stands up in front of her. He looks at her gag, her blindfold, and her bondage. Hi decides to put the most devious part of his plan into action.
Leaning close against her ear, he whispers, his warm breath caressing her skin. I'm taking off your gag. If you scream, you will never get a rest from the tickle torture again. Is that understood?"
The helplessly bound girl whimpers a yes through her gag, and the belt behind her neck is unbuckled. She flexes her jaw, which is somewhat difficult considering her head is held back by her bound hair.
"Why...why are you doing this..." she weakly asks.
"Because I take what I want. I wanted you," he replies. "You will speak no more. If you want a break from your tickle torture, and a hot meal, you will do exactly as I say. Got that?"
She was hungry. She was tired. She agreed.
"Good girl. Now, you will suck on my cock, hard and fast, until I get off. You'll swallow my load and you will not let a single drop spill."
She gasped and tried to protest. How demeaning and disgusting was that?! As she opened her mouth to say, "No fucking way!", he pinched her stiff nipples...hard. He twisted them side to side, and she screamed out in sharp pain.
"OOOOW!!! OKAY, okay! I'll...I'll do it...." Behind her blindfold, a few tears welled in her eyes.
"You sure will," he said. "And if you bite...I swear to God, you'll wish you were lucky enough to be dead."
His words struck fear into her heart, and she whimpered. She heard him unzipper his pants, and soon, he shoved his rock hard erection into her mouth.
"Now do as you're told."
She closes her lips around her captor's surprisingly large erection. Never having done this before, she doesn't want to displease him and seem like a novice, so she sucks on his dick hard, stroking her tongue ferverently up and down it's length.
"That's it...good girl...keep it up...and do NOT stop."
She squeals onto his manhood as she feels his fingertips stroking her helplessly ticklish, silk covered soles. She giggles madly as she tries to keep her composure, breathing heavily through her nose as she licks around the head of his cock.
She can feel the veins thumping in excitement under the soft skin of her tormentor's dick as she sucks it hard. Her wet, warm tongue slides up and down underneath it, and she continues to squeal at her vocal chords, the light, but tortorous ticklish sensations at her soles driving her slowly mad. She can taste his precum as it leaks onto her tongue.
Her eyes are clenched shut behind her blindfold, and her mind is in turmoil. This is so emabarassing...but he hasn't really hurt her. The tickling is awful...but she's incredibly horny at the same time. She wants to beg him to stop....but she's not quite sure if she really wants him to.
She giggles and laughs louder as his fingertips scrape her arches and heels through her black silk stockings. He is sliding his cock deep into her mouth, and she takes advantage of this by using her tongue to stroke it's entire length. He moans in pleasure as he tickles her helpless soles.
The woman can feel her own moisture collecting, and soon, dripping, from her womanhood. Sucking this man's cock is very arousing...but she starts to find the helplessness and sensetivity even more so.
She moans against his throbbing cock in between giggles, and he moans back. His fingertips dig in underneath her toes, teasing and scratching at the sensetive, silken skin, and she squeals in perverse delight as she feels his cock begin to explode into her mouth. She sucks it dry, taking every single drop from his manhood and swallowing it hungrily.
His motions slow, and he finishes, sliding his cock from her mouth. He smiles, unbeknownst to her, at her great job of not losing any of his semen.
The woman licks her lips. She can't believe it herself. She was kidnapped, tortured, forced to orgasm, then tortured some more and forced to perform oral sex on a man she hasn't even seen yet. Yet, her pussy was so slick and wet that she would be happy to fuck his brains out, is she hadn't just finished sucking them out.
She bursts into laughter again as his fingertips resume their tickling on her silken soles. She laughs gleefully as her soles are teased and tickled, and she occasionally moans as well. Her pussy drips slowly onto the floor, her arousal juices uncontainable.
Soon, her torturer stops. He walks behind her again. She hears him kneel between her spread legs, and she moans in anticipation of what she knows will come next.
She grunts as his tongue dives deep into her glistening core. She pants heavily, the wet, warm tongue manipulating her pussy just the way she's learning to like it. She groans, moans, and giggles softly as he teases and tittilates her womanhood, still dripping ever so slowly to the floor.
Soon, his tongue finds her clit again, and strokes it up and down. She squeals, the sudden intense sensation firing through her tummy and coiling her abs.
Seconds later, her **** squirts into his mouth as she gasps and whimpers her way through her second orgasm of her kidnapping. Her pussy squeezes against itself and her thighs quiver as the wet tongue slithers up and down over her clit and her wet hole. Her silk covered toes curl in intense pleasure and she suddenly hangs limp from her bonds, though that doesn't mean she changes position.
Her captor licks her pussy a little longer, cleaning up her juices and teasing her a bit more. She gasps sofly, weak and foggy minded.
Soon, her captor takes out the spreader bra from between her knees. He unties her hair, and unbuckles her ankles. "You're going to stand straight up, and not move," he whispers into her ear.
She nods, too weak to say anything else. He guides her to a standing position, and on jelly knees, she wobbles on her silkened feet. She can feel the rug of the room under her soles.
He unties her wrists and orders her to put her arms at her sides. She does, and he unclasps her waist belt now too.
She could take off her blindfold, and make a break for it, or at least see who this man was, but she was still scared of the consequences of such actions.
He led her slowly across the room and sat her on a chair. He helped her move forward, against a table. "You will eat now. When you hear the door open, then close again, you will take off your blindfold and eat. The food is on the table in front of you. You have one hour, then you will put the blinfdold back on and sit there. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir." She instinctively called him sir...it seemed appropriate. He walked away and she heard the door open, then close.
She pulled off the blindfold, blinking against the brilliantly lit room. She batted her eyes and squinted.
The room was gorgeous. Even though there were no windows, the walls were covered in amazing paintings, and the oak table in front of her was well furnished. On it, a silver, covered tray.
She pulled it towards her, and took off the cover. On the platter, a hot meal. Mashed potatoes, green beans, and steak. A fork and knife were on the tray also.
She dug in hungrily. How grateful she was for a hot meal!
She would pay for it though.
